Part 13
BY: Hooked6
I had parked my car right next to the trailhead in deference to Brooke having to walk in her underwear. Now it was nowhere to be seen! How in the world was she able to get my vehicle started, I wondered? Then it occurred to me that my car keys were in the pocket of my jeans. She must have noticed after changing into my clothes. How could I have been so stupid to have trusted that bitch?! Anger filled my mind and all I could think of was how I was going to murder her the next time I saw her.
Quickly I came to my senses when I realized that I was now standing in the parking lot stark naked! I dashed behind some shrubbery. The full reality of the situation began to hit home. I was miles away from my house in a public park without a stitch of clothing! Now what am I going to do, I asked myself? I tried to calm down and think logically. Maybe I was mistaken as to where I thought I left my car. I was about to peek out and take a look to see if I could spot it when I heard voices approaching. I cowered close to the ground like a common thief and maneuvered my body around the bush as whoever it was passed by. Fortunately, they didn’t seem to notice me.
As bad as all those times were when I was naked in public before, THIS was MUCH worse. I felt dirty and cheap – worse yet I felt used and betrayed!
Looking carefully around the bush I scanned the parking lot for my car. I didn’t see it among all the cars. Perhaps I could call someone to come and get me like Karen or Lisa . . . but I don’t have my damn cell phone!!
“Calm down,” I told myself. “Use your brain!” I said over and over. Surely Brooke isn’t the type to be a car thief. Surely, she’ll come back for me . . . I hope. She’s just messing with me. I’ll just keep out of sight until she DOES return.
Twenty minutes passed and they were the longest twenty minutes of my life! Every sound, every voice or passing car almost made me piss on myself. The longer I had to wait, the jumpier I became. The park would be closing soon and I needed to be thinking of a backup plan. Maybe I could approach someone to help me – another girl perhaps. Surely, she’d understand and not take advantage of me like some guy might. Not that all guys are rapists mind you, but I hate to test that theory by tempting one with my nudity!
Cars began leaving. As the lot emptied out my chances of approaching someone to help me grew slimmer with each passing moment. Still there was no sign of Brooke.
I then saw Jimmy, that high school kid I had met earlier with the boner, hanging out all alone near one of the picnic tables. Maybe I’d just have to humiliate myself one more time and approach him for help. Surely, he was old enough to drive. He MUST have a car. He was shy enough that I felt comfortable taking the risk of being alone with him. DAMN IT WHERE WAS BROOKE?!
More time passed and I realized that I was now out of options. Unless I wanted to spend the night naked in the park, I had to risk it. He was too far away to just shout out. I didn’t want to attract unwanted eyes in my direction – especially those of an authority figure like a park ranger! I assessed the situation. All was quiet. If I made my move maybe I could calmly walk over to him and explain my problem.
I got up out of my crouching position and made myself ready to go. Still, no one was in sight. I swallowed hard – this was sooooo embarrassing!
Before I changed my mind I took off on the edge of the asphalt walking quickly towards Jimmy. I was a few yards away from him when he noticed me. Even from my position I could see his eyes getting wide as she stared at me. “Hello again,” he said cautiously.
“Hi . . . Jimmy, isn’t it?” I asked to confirm his name.
“Um, yeah.” He said nervously as he looked around the parking lot. His apprehension was now making me scared.
“Jimmy, I need your help, I . . .” I stopped in mid-sentence as I noticed he was now visibly shaking as he continued to scan the parking lot. “What’s the matter, Jimmy? You look awful.” Am I making you nervous?”
“Um, sort of.”
“I’m sorry,” I said trying to reassure him. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He was ever so innocent and I felt bad as surely, I was tormenting him to no end parading my charms a few feet from his face. It must be hard to be a boy at times like these – especially a hormonally charged teen. Sure enough. boner boy was at it again. I couldn’t help but chuckle under my breath as I spotted his predicament. I hate to admit it but I did relish the feeling of power I had over this poor guy. One look at me and instant flagpole! I mean before all this started with the Fashion Show I never really thought about it that much. You know whether guys thought I was hot or something. I certainly never went around teasing people – at least not on purpose anyway.
Jimmy shuffled his feet apprehensively. “It’s not that, it’s just that I’m expecting my mom to pick me up in a few minutes and she’d KILL me if she caught me with a naked lady!”
Oh, good grief! There went my brilliant idea of hitching a ride with him! No wonder he was standing all alone – he didn’t have a car! That was all I needed to get caught by his MOTHER – like she would understand!!
“Never mind,” I said quickly and took off running. I had to get out of there before she really DID catch sight of me. The way my luck had been going she was probably pulling in the parking lot right this minute!
Hey! Wait a minute . . . isn’t that my car?! IT IS my car! With no time to lose I threw caution to the wind and ran straight toward it.
“OH, THANK HEAVENS, YOU’RE OKAY!” I heard Brooke exclaim as she came out of nowhere running straight for me as I reached the car. “I was scared to death something happened to you!”
I thought of a million things to say to that little bitch but for some unknown reason I slipped back into my role as “handler” and pretended to be cool, calm and collected. There was no way I wanted her to even THINK for a NANOSECOND that she had gotten the best of me. “Of COURSE I’m okay,” I said confidently. “Why, were you worried?”
“HELL, YES I was worried!” she said earnestly. “I moved the car all the way across the parking lot to this end of the trail so you wouldn’t have so far to walk, you know, in the buff but you never came out!! I waited and waited and began to get worried that something happened to you. I walked up the trail a bit to see if I spotted you but I didn’t want to go too far away from the car in case you returned. You had me scared to death.”
So THAT’S what happened, I thought to myself. Perhaps she was telling the truth. Her explanation seemed plausible. She had no way of knowing that I had doubled back on the trail and her actions DID seem to be as though she was acting in my self-interest. I began to feel better about her and that feeling of betrayal slowly left me.
“I’m sorry,” I said calmly. “I went back the way I came as I knew I had parked the car near the trailhead. I never thought about you moving it.”
“Oh TRACY . . .” she said regretfully. “I really screwed up THIS time, didn’t I?”
“It’s alright. It was no big deal.”
“You mean you weren’t panicking?”
“Heck no; I had a pleasant stroll through the park. Nudity really IS relaxing. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Once you’re comfortable with your body things just fall into place.” Who was I kidding? I was lying through my teeth. I could only hope that she believed me and didn’t see through my phony façade.
“Well, you did seem calm talking to that boy by the picnic table a moment ago. Is he a friend of yours?”
“No, I just met him today actually.”
“You mean you just walked up to him stark naked and started talking to him?”
“Sure. He seemed nice.”
“Gosh, you’re brave!” she said making no secret of her admiration of me. “Do you want your clothes back?”
“No that’s okay.” I said keeping up my pretense. “You can drive me home. I’ll get something to wear when we get there.”
“You TRUST me to drive after what I did to you?”
“Is there a reason I SHOULDN’T trust you?” I asked hoping to detect any hint of dishonesty.
“Why no, there’s no reason at all not to trust me.”
She seemed taken aback by my confidence in her. It was like she couldn’t believe her ears. I’m sure if the roles were reversed and she was the one naked she wouldn’t be so accepting. I had definitely made her drop her guard. “Good. Trust is very important if we are to remain friends. You DO want to remain friends, don’t you?”
“Well SURE! I just didn’t think . . . that is I was certain you’d be mad.”
“What for, it was all just a misunderstanding wasn’t it? Don’t give it another thought. Let’s go before they close the park.”
The ride home was unbearable. It was harder than I thought letting her drive. Part of me still wasn’t sure I really trusted her. I had my doubts in the back of my mind but I didn’t want to challenge her just yet. I convinced myself to let it ride and see what happened as we progressed in her recruitment. I wanted so much to believe in her and there was so much more to do.
I must tell you that after arriving at my house and parking the car I became aware that she was staring at me – as if she was waiting to see if I’d really walk out of the car without anything for cover. Well, I wasn’t keen on the idea of streaking my own neighborhood but there was no way I was going to let her see me being a coward. I calmly opened my door and walked out as if I didn’t have a care in the world.
She was shocked. As I turned around to look at her, she was still sitting in the driver’s seat with her mouth wide open. I just laughed and waved at her to come inside.
The rest of the weekend was fairly normal. We laughed and made girl-talk, basically learning more about each other.
“I wish I could be more like you,” Brooke said out of the blue. “You’re so confident and self-assured. Why today you didn’t even bat an eye at the beach or at the park. No wonder you’re so successful. You can handle ANYTHING!”
“Why thank you Brooke. You know YOU can be like that too, with a little help.”
“I’m not so sure. I’m not talented like you are.”
“Talent is important, yes, but so is self-confidence. I can teach you those skills. We’ll start with your outfits. Why don’t you let me pick out something for you to wear to work tomorrow?”
“Tracy, don’t take this wrong, but I only have one outfit that’s clean at the moment. I’ll HAVE to wear it until I can get some stuff to the cleaners. But perhaps after that . . .”
I could tell she was embarrassed. Thinking back to the neighborhood she lived in I figured that maybe her wardrobe was limited and I certainly didn’t want to purposely make her feel ashamed – especially if her financial situation sucked. After all she didn’t exactly hold one of those high paying jobs at the firm. I decided to take another tack. “Okay Brooke, I’ve got another idea. Tomorrow at work let’s play a game.”
“What kind of game?”
“Something that I made up called Office Bingo. Trust me it will help you learn to deal with the unexpected. If you do well at this game, you’ll soon master the skills needed to be a success at our company. What do you say?”
“I’m thinking I’m not going to like this very much, but I’ll try anything once. Especially if you think it will help.”
“THAT’S the spirit,” I said with a laugh. If she only knew.
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Part 14
BY: Hooked6
The next day Brooke met me at my office. She was dressed in her usual dark brown skirt and matching blazer with a white blouse. I had seen her in it many times and after our conversation yesterday I began to think that maybe her wardrobe was indeed quite limited. I definitely needed to figure out a way to take her shopping without offending her.
“Are you ready to play our game?” I asked enthusiastically.
“I guess so. How does it work?”
“Well, you’ve played regular BINGO before, haven’t you?”
“You mean the game were someone calls out a number and you put a marker on that number on a card under columns labeled B - I – N – G and O. When you connected numbers that form a line, you win!”
I handed Brooke one of my Office Bingo cards. “That’s right only in MY game there are five different PHRASES under the columns instead of numbers. As you can see under the column ‘B’ there are phrases like, ‘Under Budget’, ‘Phone Tag’, ‘Continuous Quality Improvement’, ‘Customer Satisfaction’ and the ever popular ‘I’ll get back with you.’ Each of the remaining columns all list similar phrases that are so common they’re almost a cliché. To play my game you pick only one column, say the column under the letter ‘B’ and your phrases will be those that are listed under that letter.”
Brooke studied her card and began laughing. “I think I understand. If I hear someone saying one of these phrases, I cross it off the list.”
“Not exactly,” I said with a sly grin. “In my version of this game every time someone says a phrase under your column you not only mark it off . . . you lose a piece of clothing for the rest of the day.”
“WHAT?!” she said fearfully. “But . . . but, there are five phrases under each column and . . . and I’m only wearing FIVE items of clothing!”
I was puzzled by her statement. I looked at her and started counting, “Shoes don’t count so that leaves a skirt, blazer, blouse; that’s three and . . . bra, panties and pantyhose that’s six, not FIVE.”
“I’m not wearing panties today – just pantyhose.” She said looking at the floor rather embarrassed. She then looked up at me pouting and remarked, “I didn’t have any clean ones if you MUST know.”
I busted out laughing. “Oops. Looks like a tough game for you. Usually, people have at LEAST one item of clothing left. This should be fun.”
“Just exactly how is this going to help me again?”
I had to try quite hard to stop laughing long enough to explain my reasoning. “You will not only learn to appear self-confident when you aren’t but also learn to think on your feet in times of adversity. There’s no better motivator than quick insightful thinking when you’re almost naked.”
“True . . . but I’ll get FIRED!”
“Not necessarily. I’ll watch out for you and if you put your mind to it, I’m sure you can be creative enough to last the day. Besides, what are the odds that you’ll collect ALL of the phrases in any one column, hmmm? And, just because you’re new to this, I’ll offer my office as a refuge of last resort . . . you know, in case you do lose everything.”
“I . . . I can’t,” Brooke said regretfully. “I just can’t. Not here at work!”
“Remember what Mr. Darthwaite said at the park? Listen to what she tells you, he said. She’s one of my brightest stars, he said. Don’t you think he knew what he was talking about?”
“Well, yes but . . .”
“No buts! You’re either in or out. I’m willing to help you but I’m not willing to invest my time and talent if you aren’t interested.” I said firmly. “You’ve got to trust me on this. There are plenty of other people I could mentor you know.”
“I know, I know. Please don’t be upset with me. I’m just not as brave as you are.”
“Of COURSE you aren’t. That’s why I’m having you do this.”
“Okay, I see your point . . . I’m in. I’ll pick the ‘B’ column.”
“Great! The game starts now and ends at quitting time. The game is conducted on the honor system. Whenever you mark off a phrase if I’m not around, call me and let me know. That way I can keep track of your progress and be better prepared to assist you if necessary.”
Brooke nodded her head, reluctantly took her card and left the room.
No sooner had she left than Karen entered my office. “I saw Brooke leaving just now. How’s it going?”
“Okay I guess.” I was afraid to tell her about my misadventure at the park so I skipped a few details. “She met Mr. Darthwaite at the park wearing just her bra and panties.”
“PERFECT! Did he seem to like her?”
“I think so. Brooke handled it well, I must say. She didn’t bolt as I had feared but instead stood her ground and actually TALKED with him.”
Karen smiled and seemed pleased. “I like her. At first, I thought she was a failure but so far, I’m pleased with your choice. She’s got a great body and her innocence seems to be genuine. I must admit you had me worried when you first recommended her. Don’t let us down with her training. We’re counting on you. A lot is riding on this and our new office will be opening soon so we are all taking a big gamble on your selection.”
“I know. You won’t be disappointed,” I said reassuringly.
“So, what have you got her doing today?”
“Today she’s playing my version of Office Bingo.” I then explained how it worked and my reasoning for including it in her training.
“Oh, you are so clever! I wish I had thought of that – I would have made you play it every day.”
“Gee thanks.” I then showed Karen a copy of the card Brooke was playing off of and the key phrases that were hers under the letter ‘B’.
Karen got a wicked smile on her face and said, “I think I’ll pay our little protégé a visit. I predict Brooke is about to lose her first piece of clothing!”
We both laughed and as she left, I cautioned, “PLEASE don’t be too obvious about it. I don’t want her to suspect I put you up to this.”
“Don’t worry, I’m the model of discretion, remember?”
I went back to work. I was so anxious to find out what was happening downstairs. I would have given anything to be a fly on the wall observing Brooke the entire day. THAT would have been so exciting seeing how she handled everything!
Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long for the first phone call from my recruit. “Oh, hi Brooke, how’s it going?” I said calmly as I answered the phone.
There was a short pause on the line then she replied, “I just lost my first piece of clothing and I’ve only been at work for 30 minutes! I still have the WHOLE day ahead of me!”
I tried not to laugh. “Tell me what happened.”
“Karen came and gave me some spreadsheet work she needed.”
“Yeah, so?”
“She asked me to please hurry as she needed the final figures to see if her department was UNDER BUDGET!” There was another long pause. “THAT was one of my phrases – UNDER BUDGET, remember?”
“Oh yeah; tough luck so early in the day. So, what did you take off?”
“Promise not to laugh?”
“Of course, silly, this is all part of your training. No one is doing this to humiliate you.” I almost choked on my words because that was EXACTLY what we were doing.
“I took off my bra. I went to the ladies’ room and took it off and then I put it in my desk drawer. I figured it wouldn’t be noticeable, that it was missing so to speak, what with my blazer and all. You can bet I’m going to keep it buttoned up the rest of the day too!”
“Good thinking! See, I told you this would help you think on your feet.”
“Hmmm, I hadn’t thought of that. You’re right. That WAS pretty logical of me, wasn’t it?”
“Sure, it was. How do you feel knowing that you’re not wearing any underwear at work?”
“Ummmm . . . it feels . . . kind of nasty . . . in an exciting sort of way.”
That was the perfect answer. I was certain that Brooke was eventually going to be a great operative for the firm. “Well, have a good rest of the day and remember to keep thinking logically.”
Fifteen minutes later the phone rang again. “Damn it, Tracy!” an exasperated voice screamed in my ear.
“What?” I said chuckling.
“Katie from accounts payable came up to me and said ‘so there you are.’
“So?”
“She said she didn’t want to end up playing PHONE TAG with me all day, so she decided to come and see me personally.” Another long sigh and she continued, “PHONE TAG was another one of my phrases!”
“Oops,” I said unsympathetically. “What did you lose THIS time?”
“My blouse.”
“Your blouse? Why not your pantyhose?” I asked sincerely.
“I figured I’d look stupid without my pantyhose as my legs aren’t really tanned. This way with my blazer buttoned I still look professional.”
“Good thinking. I compliment you again on your logical thinking.”
“Trace, it’s getting so that I’m afraid to talk to ANYBODY lest I lose another piece of clothing. I only have THREE pieces left you know – that’s my blazer jacket, my skirt and my pantyhose. This is nerve-wracking!”
“I know and so are most corporate contract negotiations. You have to think fast during face to face discussions too you know. This exercise will help you, trust me.”
“Yeah, whatever . . . so help me if I end up NAKED, I’ll just DIE and it will be all your fault.”
“My fault? How do you figure it will be my fault? It was you who chose to play this game, remember? You are the one who said you wanted to advance in the company, ya know.”
Brooke, chuckled nervously, “yeah, but I’m playing YOUR game.”
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The next day Brooke met me at my office. She was dressed in her usual dark brown skirt and matching blazer with a white blouse. I had seen her in it many times and after our conversation yesterday I began to think that maybe her wardrobe was indeed quite limited. I definitely needed to figure out a way to take her shopping without offending her.
“Are you ready to play our game?” I asked enthusiastically.
“I guess so. How does it work?”
“Well, you’ve played regular BINGO before, haven’t you?”
“You mean the game were someone calls out a number and you put a marker on that number on a card under columns labeled B - I – N – G and O. When you connected numbers that form a line, you win!”
I handed Brooke one of my Office Bingo cards. “That’s right only in MY game there are five different PHRASES under the columns instead of numbers. As you can see under the column ‘B’ there are phrases like, ‘Under Budget’, ‘Phone Tag’, ‘Continuous Quality Improvement’, ‘Customer Satisfaction’ and the ever popular ‘I’ll get back with you.’ Each of the remaining columns all list similar phrases that are so common they’re almost a cliché. To play my game you pick only one column, say the column under the letter ‘B’ and your phrases will be those that are listed under that letter.”
Brooke studied her card and began laughing. “I think I understand. If I hear someone saying one of these phrases, I cross it off the list.”
“Not exactly,” I said with a sly grin. “In my version of this game every time someone says a phrase under your column you not only mark it off . . . you lose a piece of clothing for the rest of the day.”
“WHAT?!” she said fearfully. “But . . . but, there are five phrases under each column and . . . and I’m only wearing FIVE items of clothing!”
I was puzzled by her statement. I looked at her and started counting, “Shoes don’t count so that leaves a skirt, blazer, blouse; that’s three and . . . bra, panties and pantyhose that’s six, not FIVE.”
“I’m not wearing panties today – just pantyhose.” She said looking at the floor rather embarrassed. She then looked up at me pouting and remarked, “I didn’t have any clean ones if you MUST know.”
I busted out laughing. “Oops. Looks like a tough game for you. Usually, people have at LEAST one item of clothing left. This should be fun.”
“Just exactly how is this going to help me again?”
I had to try quite hard to stop laughing long enough to explain my reasoning. “You will not only learn to appear self-confident when you aren’t but also learn to think on your feet in times of adversity. There’s no better motivator than quick insightful thinking when you’re almost naked.”
“True . . . but I’ll get FIRED!”
“Not necessarily. I’ll watch out for you and if you put your mind to it, I’m sure you can be creative enough to last the day. Besides, what are the odds that you’ll collect ALL of the phrases in any one column, hmmm? And, just because you’re new to this, I’ll offer my office as a refuge of last resort . . . you know, in case you do lose everything.”
“I . . . I can’t,” Brooke said regretfully. “I just can’t. Not here at work!”
“Remember what Mr. Darthwaite said at the park? Listen to what she tells you, he said. She’s one of my brightest stars, he said. Don’t you think he knew what he was talking about?”
“Well, yes but . . .”
“No buts! You’re either in or out. I’m willing to help you but I’m not willing to invest my time and talent if you aren’t interested.” I said firmly. “You’ve got to trust me on this. There are plenty of other people I could mentor you know.”
“I know, I know. Please don’t be upset with me. I’m just not as brave as you are.”
“Of COURSE you aren’t. That’s why I’m having you do this.”
“Okay, I see your point . . . I’m in. I’ll pick the ‘B’ column.”
“Great! The game starts now and ends at quitting time. The game is conducted on the honor system. Whenever you mark off a phrase if I’m not around, call me and let me know. That way I can keep track of your progress and be better prepared to assist you if necessary.”
Brooke nodded her head, reluctantly took her card and left the room.
No sooner had she left than Karen entered my office. “I saw Brooke leaving just now. How’s it going?”
“Okay I guess.” I was afraid to tell her about my misadventure at the park so I skipped a few details. “She met Mr. Darthwaite at the park wearing just her bra and panties.”
“PERFECT! Did he seem to like her?”
“I think so. Brooke handled it well, I must say. She didn’t bolt as I had feared but instead stood her ground and actually TALKED with him.”
Karen smiled and seemed pleased. “I like her. At first, I thought she was a failure but so far, I’m pleased with your choice. She’s got a great body and her innocence seems to be genuine. I must admit you had me worried when you first recommended her. Don’t let us down with her training. We’re counting on you. A lot is riding on this and our new office will be opening soon so we are all taking a big gamble on your selection.”
“I know. You won’t be disappointed,” I said reassuringly.
“So, what have you got her doing today?”
“Today she’s playing my version of Office Bingo.” I then explained how it worked and my reasoning for including it in her training.
“Oh, you are so clever! I wish I had thought of that – I would have made you play it every day.”
“Gee thanks.” I then showed Karen a copy of the card Brooke was playing off of and the key phrases that were hers under the letter ‘B’.
Karen got a wicked smile on her face and said, “I think I’ll pay our little protégé a visit. I predict Brooke is about to lose her first piece of clothing!”
We both laughed and as she left, I cautioned, “PLEASE don’t be too obvious about it. I don’t want her to suspect I put you up to this.”
“Don’t worry, I’m the model of discretion, remember?”
I went back to work. I was so anxious to find out what was happening downstairs. I would have given anything to be a fly on the wall observing Brooke the entire day. THAT would have been so exciting seeing how she handled everything!
Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long for the first phone call from my recruit. “Oh, hi Brooke, how’s it going?” I said calmly as I answered the phone.
There was a short pause on the line then she replied, “I just lost my first piece of clothing and I’ve only been at work for 30 minutes! I still have the WHOLE day ahead of me!”
I tried not to laugh. “Tell me what happened.”
“Karen came and gave me some spreadsheet work she needed.”
“Yeah, so?”
“She asked me to please hurry as she needed the final figures to see if her department was UNDER BUDGET!” There was another long pause. “THAT was one of my phrases – UNDER BUDGET, remember?”
“Oh yeah; tough luck so early in the day. So, what did you take off?”
“Promise not to laugh?”
“Of course, silly, this is all part of your training. No one is doing this to humiliate you.” I almost choked on my words because that was EXACTLY what we were doing.
“I took off my bra. I went to the ladies’ room and took it off and then I put it in my desk drawer. I figured it wouldn’t be noticeable, that it was missing so to speak, what with my blazer and all. You can bet I’m going to keep it buttoned up the rest of the day too!”
“Good thinking! See, I told you this would help you think on your feet.”
“Hmmm, I hadn’t thought of that. You’re right. That WAS pretty logical of me, wasn’t it?”
“Sure, it was. How do you feel knowing that you’re not wearing any underwear at work?”
“Ummmm . . . it feels . . . kind of nasty . . . in an exciting sort of way.”
That was the perfect answer. I was certain that Brooke was eventually going to be a great operative for the firm. “Well, have a good rest of the day and remember to keep thinking logically.”
Fifteen minutes later the phone rang again. “Damn it, Tracy!” an exasperated voice screamed in my ear.
“What?” I said chuckling.
“Katie from accounts payable came up to me and said ‘so there you are.’
“So?”
“She said she didn’t want to end up playing PHONE TAG with me all day, so she decided to come and see me personally.” Another long sigh and she continued, “PHONE TAG was another one of my phrases!”
“Oops,” I said unsympathetically. “What did you lose THIS time?”
“My blouse.”
“Your blouse? Why not your pantyhose?” I asked sincerely.
“I figured I’d look stupid without my pantyhose as my legs aren’t really tanned. This way with my blazer buttoned I still look professional.”
“Good thinking. I compliment you again on your logical thinking.”
“Trace, it’s getting so that I’m afraid to talk to ANYBODY lest I lose another piece of clothing. I only have THREE pieces left you know – that’s my blazer jacket, my skirt and my pantyhose. This is nerve-wracking!”
“I know and so are most corporate contract negotiations. You have to think fast during face to face discussions too you know. This exercise will help you, trust me.”
“Yeah, whatever . . . so help me if I end up NAKED, I’ll just DIE and it will be all your fault.”
“My fault? How do you figure it will be my fault? It was you who chose to play this game, remember? You are the one who said you wanted to advance in the company, ya know.”
Brooke, chuckled nervously, “yeah, but I’m playing YOUR game.”
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Part 15
BY: Hooked6
The rest of the morning dragged on. When lunch time finally rolled around, I decided to pay a visit to my recruit to offer some moral support. Actually, I was dying of curiosity.
When I approached her cubicle, which was the last one along a line of cubicles on her floor, I asked, “Hey Brooke, got time for lunch? I’m buying.”
She looked down at her desk and was apparently thinking it over. “Um, I guess so. Do we HAVE to eat here in the building or can we go out somewhere?”
“We can go out if you would rather not stay here. After all, it’s my treat so let’s live a little.”
Brooke smiled appreciatively and then stood up shuffling some papers into a folder at her desk before leaving.
I giggled and whispered, “What happened to your pantyhose?”
She blushed. “Is it THAT noticeable?”
“Well, only because I was looking on purpose to see if you lost more stuff. It’s not bad . . . really.”
“WHEW!” she said with a barely audible sigh. She grabbed her briefcase and carried it on one side of her as I walked close to her on the other – ostensibly to offer her some cover from prying eyes.
Once in the parking lot she gasped out loud. “Man is this day EVER going to end?”
“What happened this time?”
“I was talking to Chuck from the mailroom and I asked him about a package I was expecting and damn if he didn’t say, I’LL GET BACK WITH YOU!”
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud which caused her to get a bit ticked off. “It’s NOT funny you know. I’m down to only TWO things left to cover me. If I lose even ONE more . . . I’m screwed!”
“Not necessarily,” I said trying to sound confident. “Your cubicle couldn’t be in a better place – at the END of a long hall. Nobody passes you and the only way someone will see you is if they have business with you. It will be okay. Besides, if I remember correctly, all the easy phrases are used up. What are the chances of the remaining two popping up between now and quitting time?”
“With my luck some IDIOT will probably say them at the restaurant and I’ll have to go back to the office NAKED!”
“Nope, it’s OFFICE Bingo not RESTAURANT Bingo. It only counts if people at work say the phrases.”
“At least that’s SOMETHING going my way,” she said sarcastically. “Maybe a LONG lunch is in order . . . say about FOUR hours or so?”
“You wish,” I said teasingly.
We ate a marvelous meal yet despite the ambience of the sidewalk café she chose, she hardly said a word. I could tell she was nervous and she had every right to be. I could still vividly recall my own fear and trepidation over the “single dress” disaster that Karen had put me through. Part of me was very empathetic but not so much as to stifle my own excitement at the prospect of getting Brooke naked at the office. It was a big – no make that it was a HUGE step for her. If she pulled it off without complications, she would be well on her way to gaining the trust of Mr. Darthwaite. Of course, I could also bask in the joy of the bragging rights of “See, I told you so,” to all those that doubted my judgment.
By the time we finished and returned to our building, Brooke seemed more relaxed. It was so hard to leave her at her cubicle and return to my own office. I REALLY wanted to stay but I couldn’t think of a reason to make that happen. So, it was back to my boring job.
An hour passed and no call came notifying me of another loss of clothing. How disappointing. Another hour passed and I was getting depressed. Surely, she wasn’t going to get away with keeping her final items of clothing. My devious mind began thinking of cheating – of ways to force her to be nude. I felt guilty even thinking such things but I knew deep down that neither Karen nor Lisa would have hesitated for even one moment if they were conducting this exercise. I had to be strong.
Just then the phone rang.
“Tracy . . .” said a very apprehensive voice on the other end. “I hate my boss!”
“Why?”
“Because she called us all together for an impromptu meeting, that’s why!”
“So?”
“Judy Henson had to point out to everyone that I wasn’t wearing pantyhose. She’s like, ‘What happened, get dressed in the dark or something?’ I had to think fast and explain why I had bare legs while dressed in my business attire.”
I smiled but tried to sound concerned. “So, what did you say?”
“I told everyone that I had a bad run in them and tossed them out.”
“Wonderful!” I said encouragingly. “You’re really thinking on your feet. As embarrassing as that was though, at least you still have your outfit.”
“Well . . . about that . . .” she said with a long pause.
My heart skipped a beat. “Oh-oh . . .What happened?”
“My stupid boss started talking about performance measures, especially those geared towards our department and stressed the need for . . . CONTINUOUS QUALITY IMPROVEMENT! I HATE that phrase; now more than ever.”
“Don’t tell me,” I said trying to act ignorant, “that was one of yours, wasn’t it?”
“Yes . . . now what am I going to do?”
“You know what you have to do. Think about it and then don’t second guess your decision. Just stay with it.” I said directly.
“Oh, I already know what I am going to do. I’m going to slip out of my skirt and try to act invisible. If I can figure out a way to shove myself under my desk and still get my work done, I’m going to do it.”
I laughed heartily and said, “Oh it’s not THAT bad. You’ll survive.”
“Yeah, well it’s not YOUR naked butt sitting in my chair in the middle of all my coworkers, is it?”
“It was once,” I said without thinking.
“HUH?”
“I’ll explain later. For now, let’s just hope no one says that last phrase. Byeiee.” I then quickly cut her off before she tried force me into revealing more than was necessary.
I felt myself getting that familiar feeling down below as I mentally pictured poor, little Brooke sitting in her cubicle wearing only a blazer - jacket. I tried to picture how long it was and whether it covered the essentials or not if she HAD to stand up for some reason or move her chair away from the desk. If that happened, was it long enough so that someone would think that maybe she was just wearing a short, short skirt? Or was it too short so that she would reveal . . . well everything! I could only hope!
About an hour before closing the door to my office burst open and in ran Brooke – breathing heavily and as pale as a ghost!
“What’s wrong Brooke?” I began to get worried that someone might have caught her and she was in deep Doo Doo. My mind raced with possible explanations I could use in case they were needed.
“TRACY! I’m in trouble!”
I stood up and my heart began to really pound now. “What KIND of trouble?”
“Some IDIOT said it.”
“What?”
“CUSTOMER SATISFACTION, that’s what!”
“Oh . . . is THAT all,” I said sarcastically.
“What do you mean IS THAT ALL?! I’m going to have to get . . . naked, naked at WORK and it’s all YOUR fault!”
“No, it isn’t. You’re doing this of your own volition. I’m just trying to help you. You don’t HAVE to do this.”
She looked at me and I’m sure she could see the look of disappointment in my face.
“Damn it all, I must be crazy.” She said as she unbuttoned her blazer and took it off. She then tossed it on my desk and putting her hands on her hips said, “Satisfied?”
“Satisfied?”
“Yeah, that I’m committed to your, what did you call it, your training program? If THIS doesn’t convince you I don’t know what will,” she said half-jokingly.
“I believe you. And you know what? You won’t regret it.”
She then did the strangest thing. She looked down at her pelvis and smiled. “This is kind of fun . . . in a perverted sort of way.”
We both laughed as I finally figured out what she was looking at. She was wet. Like the other day at the park, her moisture was quite obvious glistening up between her legs.
“Fringe benefit,” I said teasingly.
Just then, without warning, the door of my office opened again and who should walk in but Mr. Darthwaite! He got the most perfect view of Brooke’s behind. He smiled from ear to ear as he shut the door. The look on Brooke’s face was so terrifying I thought she was going to pass out!
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BY: Hooked6
The rest of the morning dragged on. When lunch time finally rolled around, I decided to pay a visit to my recruit to offer some moral support. Actually, I was dying of curiosity.
When I approached her cubicle, which was the last one along a line of cubicles on her floor, I asked, “Hey Brooke, got time for lunch? I’m buying.”
She looked down at her desk and was apparently thinking it over. “Um, I guess so. Do we HAVE to eat here in the building or can we go out somewhere?”
“We can go out if you would rather not stay here. After all, it’s my treat so let’s live a little.”
Brooke smiled appreciatively and then stood up shuffling some papers into a folder at her desk before leaving.
I giggled and whispered, “What happened to your pantyhose?”
She blushed. “Is it THAT noticeable?”
“Well, only because I was looking on purpose to see if you lost more stuff. It’s not bad . . . really.”
“WHEW!” she said with a barely audible sigh. She grabbed her briefcase and carried it on one side of her as I walked close to her on the other – ostensibly to offer her some cover from prying eyes.
Once in the parking lot she gasped out loud. “Man is this day EVER going to end?”
“What happened this time?”
“I was talking to Chuck from the mailroom and I asked him about a package I was expecting and damn if he didn’t say, I’LL GET BACK WITH YOU!”
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud which caused her to get a bit ticked off. “It’s NOT funny you know. I’m down to only TWO things left to cover me. If I lose even ONE more . . . I’m screwed!”
“Not necessarily,” I said trying to sound confident. “Your cubicle couldn’t be in a better place – at the END of a long hall. Nobody passes you and the only way someone will see you is if they have business with you. It will be okay. Besides, if I remember correctly, all the easy phrases are used up. What are the chances of the remaining two popping up between now and quitting time?”
“With my luck some IDIOT will probably say them at the restaurant and I’ll have to go back to the office NAKED!”
“Nope, it’s OFFICE Bingo not RESTAURANT Bingo. It only counts if people at work say the phrases.”
“At least that’s SOMETHING going my way,” she said sarcastically. “Maybe a LONG lunch is in order . . . say about FOUR hours or so?”
“You wish,” I said teasingly.
We ate a marvelous meal yet despite the ambience of the sidewalk café she chose, she hardly said a word. I could tell she was nervous and she had every right to be. I could still vividly recall my own fear and trepidation over the “single dress” disaster that Karen had put me through. Part of me was very empathetic but not so much as to stifle my own excitement at the prospect of getting Brooke naked at the office. It was a big – no make that it was a HUGE step for her. If she pulled it off without complications, she would be well on her way to gaining the trust of Mr. Darthwaite. Of course, I could also bask in the joy of the bragging rights of “See, I told you so,” to all those that doubted my judgment.
By the time we finished and returned to our building, Brooke seemed more relaxed. It was so hard to leave her at her cubicle and return to my own office. I REALLY wanted to stay but I couldn’t think of a reason to make that happen. So, it was back to my boring job.
An hour passed and no call came notifying me of another loss of clothing. How disappointing. Another hour passed and I was getting depressed. Surely, she wasn’t going to get away with keeping her final items of clothing. My devious mind began thinking of cheating – of ways to force her to be nude. I felt guilty even thinking such things but I knew deep down that neither Karen nor Lisa would have hesitated for even one moment if they were conducting this exercise. I had to be strong.
Just then the phone rang.
“Tracy . . .” said a very apprehensive voice on the other end. “I hate my boss!”
“Why?”
“Because she called us all together for an impromptu meeting, that’s why!”
“So?”
“Judy Henson had to point out to everyone that I wasn’t wearing pantyhose. She’s like, ‘What happened, get dressed in the dark or something?’ I had to think fast and explain why I had bare legs while dressed in my business attire.”
I smiled but tried to sound concerned. “So, what did you say?”
“I told everyone that I had a bad run in them and tossed them out.”
“Wonderful!” I said encouragingly. “You’re really thinking on your feet. As embarrassing as that was though, at least you still have your outfit.”
“Well . . . about that . . .” she said with a long pause.
My heart skipped a beat. “Oh-oh . . .What happened?”
“My stupid boss started talking about performance measures, especially those geared towards our department and stressed the need for . . . CONTINUOUS QUALITY IMPROVEMENT! I HATE that phrase; now more than ever.”
“Don’t tell me,” I said trying to act ignorant, “that was one of yours, wasn’t it?”
“Yes . . . now what am I going to do?”
“You know what you have to do. Think about it and then don’t second guess your decision. Just stay with it.” I said directly.
“Oh, I already know what I am going to do. I’m going to slip out of my skirt and try to act invisible. If I can figure out a way to shove myself under my desk and still get my work done, I’m going to do it.”
I laughed heartily and said, “Oh it’s not THAT bad. You’ll survive.”
“Yeah, well it’s not YOUR naked butt sitting in my chair in the middle of all my coworkers, is it?”
“It was once,” I said without thinking.
“HUH?”
“I’ll explain later. For now, let’s just hope no one says that last phrase. Byeiee.” I then quickly cut her off before she tried force me into revealing more than was necessary.
I felt myself getting that familiar feeling down below as I mentally pictured poor, little Brooke sitting in her cubicle wearing only a blazer - jacket. I tried to picture how long it was and whether it covered the essentials or not if she HAD to stand up for some reason or move her chair away from the desk. If that happened, was it long enough so that someone would think that maybe she was just wearing a short, short skirt? Or was it too short so that she would reveal . . . well everything! I could only hope!
About an hour before closing the door to my office burst open and in ran Brooke – breathing heavily and as pale as a ghost!
“What’s wrong Brooke?” I began to get worried that someone might have caught her and she was in deep Doo Doo. My mind raced with possible explanations I could use in case they were needed.
“TRACY! I’m in trouble!”
I stood up and my heart began to really pound now. “What KIND of trouble?”
“Some IDIOT said it.”
“What?”
“CUSTOMER SATISFACTION, that’s what!”
“Oh . . . is THAT all,” I said sarcastically.
“What do you mean IS THAT ALL?! I’m going to have to get . . . naked, naked at WORK and it’s all YOUR fault!”
“No, it isn’t. You’re doing this of your own volition. I’m just trying to help you. You don’t HAVE to do this.”
She looked at me and I’m sure she could see the look of disappointment in my face.
“Damn it all, I must be crazy.” She said as she unbuttoned her blazer and took it off. She then tossed it on my desk and putting her hands on her hips said, “Satisfied?”
“Satisfied?”
“Yeah, that I’m committed to your, what did you call it, your training program? If THIS doesn’t convince you I don’t know what will,” she said half-jokingly.
“I believe you. And you know what? You won’t regret it.”
She then did the strangest thing. She looked down at her pelvis and smiled. “This is kind of fun . . . in a perverted sort of way.”
We both laughed as I finally figured out what she was looking at. She was wet. Like the other day at the park, her moisture was quite obvious glistening up between her legs.
“Fringe benefit,” I said teasingly.
Just then, without warning, the door of my office opened again and who should walk in but Mr. Darthwaite! He got the most perfect view of Brooke’s behind. He smiled from ear to ear as he shut the door. The look on Brooke’s face was so terrifying I thought she was going to pass out!
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Re: The Fashion Show Trilogy (BOOK 3, Parts 13-14 added)
Part 16
BY: Hooked6
“MR. DARTHWAITE!!” Brooke exclaimed with a panic look on her face as she scurried to the corner of my office and cowered as she tried her best to cover her naked body. Her face was crimson and her legs were shaking. She looked at him and then at me then back at him hoping for some miracle to save her from certain discipline.
He just stood there looking her over with that stone cold poker face of his without saying a word. I must say that seeing him being an observer and not as the object of his attention put a whole new light on my perception of him. That old fox knew EXACTLY what he was doing to maximize poor Brooke’s embarrassment. It was as if he totally enjoyed the power that he had over her and was relishing every SECOND of it.
I knew the ball was in my court as my boss certainly wasn’t going to make the first move. He was mesmerized by that poor girl’s body – though I’m sure Brooke didn’t know that. From the expression on his face, I’m sure she thought she was a goner.
I picked up a legal pad of paper and a pencil and stepped away from my desk. “Brooke here was just doing some modeling for me. I was sketching her for a project I had in mind.”
His expression immediately softened and a smile slowly appeared on his face. That man was playing this for all it was worth. It was comical in a weird sort of way. “Is that right, Brooke?” He asked looking directly at her.
Brooke’s voice cracked as she answered, “Um, yes sir, that’s right, sir . . . modeling . . . that’s what I was doing.”
“FINE, for some community project no doubt. EXCELLENT! Did Tracy tell you how much I encourage my employees to get involved with community arts projects?”
Brooke looked at me for some sort of guidance and then answered, “As a matter of fact she did.” She didn’t sound very convincing but the words were right.
“Well, don’t let me interrupt. Please, go back to what you were doing, by all means.” He said as he took a seat.
All the color left Brooke’s face as she looked at me with desperate eyes.
“Stand back over here like you were,” I instructed and took her arm and led her to a position against the wall. I moved her arms similar to my pose at the museum when I had to pretend to be a Classic Greek Statue. I could tell she was mortified as her nude form was only a foot or two away from our President’s eager eyes. It didn’t help matters that she was clearly aroused either and, worst of all, she knew it.
I took up my pad and pretended to sketch – as if I actually knew how to draw. How silly was that? I did my best for Brooke’s benefit to make it look legit however.
Mr. Darthwaite watched intently and would occasionally speak up in causal conversation, “You’re very good at this, Brooke. Have you done this before?”
“Um . . . not really.”
“It’s hard to hold a NATURAL pose you know. Not everyone can do that. You certainly seem to have mastered it quite well. Any artist would love to have a quality model like you posing for them.”
“Um . . . thank you, sir.”
I continued to draw looking up from my pad periodically as a real artist might. It was hard not to crack a smile as Brooke was clearly getting wetter by the second. Moisture was now quite obvious on her inner thighs and a small bead of liquid was ever so slowly making its way down the inside of her left leg. I had to bite my lip to keep from ruining the whole act. She must certainly be aware that we both could see her aroused state. It must be sheer torture for her.
“My son is an artist you know,” Mr. Darthwaite said breaking the silence.
“No . . . um . . . I didn’t know that.” She replied nervously
“Yes, at City College. He’s quite good. Why Tracy’s even posed for him. Isn’t that right, Tracy?”
I was taken aback at his revealing that tidbit of personal information. “Oh yes. It was a great experience,” I replied confidently not wanting to make her suspicious. Brooke’s eyes widened at my comment as she was obviously unaware of that side of my life pertaining to the firm.
“You know, Brooke,” our boss said smiling, “My son will be here doing some work for an important client of ours tomorrow. I was wondering . . .”
“Yes . . .” she said cautiously.
“Well, I probably shouldn’t be asking you to help with this as it is not something really part of your normal job duties . . . what is it that you do again?”
“I’m a Data Entry Clerk for the Accounting Department, sir.”
“Oh . . .” he said trying to act surprised at her answer. “For some reason I thought you did more IMPORTANT stuff here at the firm.” His remark was clearly condescending.
“But I can do LOTS of things,” she quickly interjected. “I’d be happy to help if you’d give me a chance. I don’t ALWAYS want to be a Data Entry Clerk!” Her excitement was profound and even I was impressed.
“Well . . .” he said scratching his chin as he mulled it over. “This is a rather important client. I can’t . . . I mean the firm really shouldn’t . . .”
The look on Brooke’s face said it all. She was sure she had come so close to getting some recognition, some opportunity for advancement and here it was slipping away before her very eyes. She looked at me almost pleading for me to help her somehow.
“Mr. Darthwaite,” I interrupted much to Brooke’s relief, “You know I’ve been working rather closely with Brooke for a while now.”
“You have?”
“Yes, and though she’s new to the firm I believe she shows promise and can be trusted. She seems pretty loyal to the firm and from what I’ve seen, her work is quite good. Maybe she deserves a chance.”
Brooke smiled at me appreciatively and her face was all a glow. I wasn’t sure if that was because I came to her rescue or if it was from being flushed from her obvious arousal. Either way it was charming nonetheless.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“I’m sure enough to stake my reputation on it,” I replied, “that is IF she REALLY wants to.”
“I don’t know,” he said still pondering the situation.
“Please give me a chance,” Brooke pleaded trying not to sound desperate. “I won’t let you down. Just tell me what I have to do.”
“Oh, to heck with it. if Tracy here is willing to go out on a limb for you, I guess I can too.”
“Thank you, sir.” said Brooke practically beaming with excitement. “Thank you so very much!”
“Just be at my office at nine o’clock tomorrow morning just as you are.” He said as he stood up to leave.
“Um . . . just as I am? I don’t understand. What will I be doing?”
“Why modeling, of course. My son will be drawing you for a project my client is interested in. Now don’t let me down,” he said with a wink and then left the room.
“TRACY!! What have I gotten myself into? Surely, he didn’t mean he wants me in his office NAKED? Did he?”
“As a matter of fact, he meant EXACTLY that. You should be honored.” I said as I put the tablet down.
“HONORED?!”
“Oh yes. He usually gets only trusted, high priced models to use for the important clients. You must have made a great impression for him to take a chance on you this way. This is very important. He wouldn’t have asked you if he really didn’t think you could do the job.”
“Well, your support probably made him decide. Thank you for that. It was quite a risk you took. I mean you hardly know anything about me.”
“I trust you and I’m sure you won’t let me down.” I said going about my business. I then looked up at her still standing naked in my office and smiled appreciatively. “Besides you’ve done well today with only a half hour to go before quitting time.”
She looked at the clock and sighed. “That’s like FOREVER!”
“Do you realize that if you hadn’t decided to let me guide you and played my game honestly, you would have NEVER gotten this great opportunity? See I TOLD you that if you trusted me things would go your way eventually – even if my ideas seem weird on the surface. I DO know what I’m doing you know.”
“Oh, I can see that now. And I know what I’m doing too.” She said with a smile. Her remark seemed odd to me but then she added, “I’m going to show up at his office in my birthday suit!”
“That’s the spirit,” I said and went back to clearing the last few items of work off my desk.
“Listen Tracy,” she said finally. “I owe you a lot. There’s something I’d like to have you do with me tonight.”
“Oh, you don’t have to thank me,” I said remembering her poor financial situation. I certainly didn’t want to strain her resources. Besides I was the one who was really benefiting from all her work.
“Please,” she said with those innocent puppy dog eyes of hers.
“Okay,” I relented.
“GREAT! I’ll pick you up at 7:30 tonight.” She said with a smile.
I gathered up my stuff and told Brooke to wait in my office as I went to retrieve the rest of her clothes. I could tell she was glad that this was almost over. I could resist one last shot for my own pleasure. “Brooke, just one more thing, while I’m gone, you might want to use these to clean up that girl slime between your legs. You wouldn’t want to stain your best outfit.” I said as I tossed her a box of tissues. It was mean I know, but the blushing I saw in her cheeks made it all worthwhile.
Down the hall I ran into our President who beckoned me over to him. He carefully whispered, “Say, she’s cute. I really like her. I heard that YOU were the one that recruited her. Nice job. I just hope she’s as good as you say she is . . . for your sake.”
“Oh, ahem. . . I remarked as I cleared my throat. “Oh, she is. I’m sure of it.”
“Why don’t you accompany her in tomorrow for moral support in just in case she gets a case of last-minute jitters. Besides if she bolts, I’ll need a replacement. Wouldn’t do to lose this contract I’m working on, would it?”
“Never fear, I’m sure she’ll do fine.”
“EXCELLENT!” I’m proud of you as always, my dear. Very proud indeed.”
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BY: Hooked6
“MR. DARTHWAITE!!” Brooke exclaimed with a panic look on her face as she scurried to the corner of my office and cowered as she tried her best to cover her naked body. Her face was crimson and her legs were shaking. She looked at him and then at me then back at him hoping for some miracle to save her from certain discipline.
He just stood there looking her over with that stone cold poker face of his without saying a word. I must say that seeing him being an observer and not as the object of his attention put a whole new light on my perception of him. That old fox knew EXACTLY what he was doing to maximize poor Brooke’s embarrassment. It was as if he totally enjoyed the power that he had over her and was relishing every SECOND of it.
I knew the ball was in my court as my boss certainly wasn’t going to make the first move. He was mesmerized by that poor girl’s body – though I’m sure Brooke didn’t know that. From the expression on his face, I’m sure she thought she was a goner.
I picked up a legal pad of paper and a pencil and stepped away from my desk. “Brooke here was just doing some modeling for me. I was sketching her for a project I had in mind.”
His expression immediately softened and a smile slowly appeared on his face. That man was playing this for all it was worth. It was comical in a weird sort of way. “Is that right, Brooke?” He asked looking directly at her.
Brooke’s voice cracked as she answered, “Um, yes sir, that’s right, sir . . . modeling . . . that’s what I was doing.”
“FINE, for some community project no doubt. EXCELLENT! Did Tracy tell you how much I encourage my employees to get involved with community arts projects?”
Brooke looked at me for some sort of guidance and then answered, “As a matter of fact she did.” She didn’t sound very convincing but the words were right.
“Well, don’t let me interrupt. Please, go back to what you were doing, by all means.” He said as he took a seat.
All the color left Brooke’s face as she looked at me with desperate eyes.
“Stand back over here like you were,” I instructed and took her arm and led her to a position against the wall. I moved her arms similar to my pose at the museum when I had to pretend to be a Classic Greek Statue. I could tell she was mortified as her nude form was only a foot or two away from our President’s eager eyes. It didn’t help matters that she was clearly aroused either and, worst of all, she knew it.
I took up my pad and pretended to sketch – as if I actually knew how to draw. How silly was that? I did my best for Brooke’s benefit to make it look legit however.
Mr. Darthwaite watched intently and would occasionally speak up in causal conversation, “You’re very good at this, Brooke. Have you done this before?”
“Um . . . not really.”
“It’s hard to hold a NATURAL pose you know. Not everyone can do that. You certainly seem to have mastered it quite well. Any artist would love to have a quality model like you posing for them.”
“Um . . . thank you, sir.”
I continued to draw looking up from my pad periodically as a real artist might. It was hard not to crack a smile as Brooke was clearly getting wetter by the second. Moisture was now quite obvious on her inner thighs and a small bead of liquid was ever so slowly making its way down the inside of her left leg. I had to bite my lip to keep from ruining the whole act. She must certainly be aware that we both could see her aroused state. It must be sheer torture for her.
“My son is an artist you know,” Mr. Darthwaite said breaking the silence.
“No . . . um . . . I didn’t know that.” She replied nervously
“Yes, at City College. He’s quite good. Why Tracy’s even posed for him. Isn’t that right, Tracy?”
I was taken aback at his revealing that tidbit of personal information. “Oh yes. It was a great experience,” I replied confidently not wanting to make her suspicious. Brooke’s eyes widened at my comment as she was obviously unaware of that side of my life pertaining to the firm.
“You know, Brooke,” our boss said smiling, “My son will be here doing some work for an important client of ours tomorrow. I was wondering . . .”
“Yes . . .” she said cautiously.
“Well, I probably shouldn’t be asking you to help with this as it is not something really part of your normal job duties . . . what is it that you do again?”
“I’m a Data Entry Clerk for the Accounting Department, sir.”
“Oh . . .” he said trying to act surprised at her answer. “For some reason I thought you did more IMPORTANT stuff here at the firm.” His remark was clearly condescending.
“But I can do LOTS of things,” she quickly interjected. “I’d be happy to help if you’d give me a chance. I don’t ALWAYS want to be a Data Entry Clerk!” Her excitement was profound and even I was impressed.
“Well . . .” he said scratching his chin as he mulled it over. “This is a rather important client. I can’t . . . I mean the firm really shouldn’t . . .”
The look on Brooke’s face said it all. She was sure she had come so close to getting some recognition, some opportunity for advancement and here it was slipping away before her very eyes. She looked at me almost pleading for me to help her somehow.
“Mr. Darthwaite,” I interrupted much to Brooke’s relief, “You know I’ve been working rather closely with Brooke for a while now.”
“You have?”
“Yes, and though she’s new to the firm I believe she shows promise and can be trusted. She seems pretty loyal to the firm and from what I’ve seen, her work is quite good. Maybe she deserves a chance.”
Brooke smiled at me appreciatively and her face was all a glow. I wasn’t sure if that was because I came to her rescue or if it was from being flushed from her obvious arousal. Either way it was charming nonetheless.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“I’m sure enough to stake my reputation on it,” I replied, “that is IF she REALLY wants to.”
“I don’t know,” he said still pondering the situation.
“Please give me a chance,” Brooke pleaded trying not to sound desperate. “I won’t let you down. Just tell me what I have to do.”
“Oh, to heck with it. if Tracy here is willing to go out on a limb for you, I guess I can too.”
“Thank you, sir.” said Brooke practically beaming with excitement. “Thank you so very much!”
“Just be at my office at nine o’clock tomorrow morning just as you are.” He said as he stood up to leave.
“Um . . . just as I am? I don’t understand. What will I be doing?”
“Why modeling, of course. My son will be drawing you for a project my client is interested in. Now don’t let me down,” he said with a wink and then left the room.
“TRACY!! What have I gotten myself into? Surely, he didn’t mean he wants me in his office NAKED? Did he?”
“As a matter of fact, he meant EXACTLY that. You should be honored.” I said as I put the tablet down.
“HONORED?!”
“Oh yes. He usually gets only trusted, high priced models to use for the important clients. You must have made a great impression for him to take a chance on you this way. This is very important. He wouldn’t have asked you if he really didn’t think you could do the job.”
“Well, your support probably made him decide. Thank you for that. It was quite a risk you took. I mean you hardly know anything about me.”
“I trust you and I’m sure you won’t let me down.” I said going about my business. I then looked up at her still standing naked in my office and smiled appreciatively. “Besides you’ve done well today with only a half hour to go before quitting time.”
She looked at the clock and sighed. “That’s like FOREVER!”
“Do you realize that if you hadn’t decided to let me guide you and played my game honestly, you would have NEVER gotten this great opportunity? See I TOLD you that if you trusted me things would go your way eventually – even if my ideas seem weird on the surface. I DO know what I’m doing you know.”
“Oh, I can see that now. And I know what I’m doing too.” She said with a smile. Her remark seemed odd to me but then she added, “I’m going to show up at his office in my birthday suit!”
“That’s the spirit,” I said and went back to clearing the last few items of work off my desk.
“Listen Tracy,” she said finally. “I owe you a lot. There’s something I’d like to have you do with me tonight.”
“Oh, you don’t have to thank me,” I said remembering her poor financial situation. I certainly didn’t want to strain her resources. Besides I was the one who was really benefiting from all her work.
“Please,” she said with those innocent puppy dog eyes of hers.
“Okay,” I relented.
“GREAT! I’ll pick you up at 7:30 tonight.” She said with a smile.
I gathered up my stuff and told Brooke to wait in my office as I went to retrieve the rest of her clothes. I could tell she was glad that this was almost over. I could resist one last shot for my own pleasure. “Brooke, just one more thing, while I’m gone, you might want to use these to clean up that girl slime between your legs. You wouldn’t want to stain your best outfit.” I said as I tossed her a box of tissues. It was mean I know, but the blushing I saw in her cheeks made it all worthwhile.
Down the hall I ran into our President who beckoned me over to him. He carefully whispered, “Say, she’s cute. I really like her. I heard that YOU were the one that recruited her. Nice job. I just hope she’s as good as you say she is . . . for your sake.”
“Oh, ahem. . . I remarked as I cleared my throat. “Oh, she is. I’m sure of it.”
“Why don’t you accompany her in tomorrow for moral support in just in case she gets a case of last-minute jitters. Besides if she bolts, I’ll need a replacement. Wouldn’t do to lose this contract I’m working on, would it?”
“Never fear, I’m sure she’ll do fine.”
“EXCELLENT!” I’m proud of you as always, my dear. Very proud indeed.”
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Re: The Fashion Show Trilogy (BOOK 3, Parts 15-16 added)
Part 17
BY: HOOKED6
That night, Brooke came by right on the dot as promised. I figured she wanted to pick me up at my place rather than risk the embarrassment of me seeing her rundown apartment again. That was fine with me.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we drove off.
“I’d rather it be a surprise,” she said excitedly.
“Okay. I like surprises – especially if they are for me.”
We drove for some time as it grew dark. Things looked a bit familiar though nothing really rang a bell and I wasn’t at all sure where we were going.
Finally at long last she stopped the car. “It’s just up ahead here. We have a little walk though I hope you don’t mind.”
What was she planning, a surprise party or something? “No, I don’t mind” I reassured her as she led me along a small trail. Finally, we reached a picnic table located under some trees not too far away from a sidewalk. It was a nice spot. I could see why she liked it so much and made the long drive to find it. I guessed she just wanted to make things perfect for whatever she was planning.
“Are we eating here?” I asked hopefully. “It’s really a great place for a nighttime picnic. Just look at all the stars!”
She began to rummage through the cloth bag she was carrying which I assumed contain the fixings for our picnic. Satisfied with whatever she was doing she looked up and appeared quite concerned about something.
“Tracy, I’m wondering, was Mr. Darthwaite on the level?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is this client thing tomorrow REALLY all that important? I mean, you’re an Account Executive so you’re in a position to know these things. I don’t move in the same circles as you do.”
“Why yes, it’s important. A lot is riding on this meeting tomorrow. I can assure you of that. It’s essential that you do well, especially after our President has given you this opportunity.”
“You really stuck you neck out for me then. That was a brave thing to do. I just want you to know that.” She said plainly.
Hero worship is a relatively new thing for me and it felt quite good to realize that someone actually appreciated my efforts. “I think you’re worth it,” I said modestly.
“Good I hope you still think that after tonight.”
Now it was MY turn to be confused. “Why would you say that?”
“You’ll see.” Her whole demeanor then changed quite drastically and she said rather forcefully, “Now, how about you give me your clothes . . . ALL of them.”
To say I was shocked by this sudden turn of events would be an understatement. “Why on earth would I do that, and what’s with this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde routine anyway? What’s going on here?”
“Just DO IT!”
“Look I don’t feel like playing a game right now if it’s all the same to you.” I said trying to make light of what was becoming an increasingly tense situation.
“Oh, this is no game I can assure you.” She said folding her arms across her chest. “For the last time, get those clothes off.”
“At least tell me what’s going on. I deserve THAT much.” I said hopelessly dazed.
“Okay, you’re right. I guess you’ve been pretty fair with me so I’ll tell you.” She then took a step closer to me – too close for my comfort actually and continued. “You see I know ALL about your little corporate strategy and how you use your bodies to literally goad your clients into signing huge contracts worth millions.”
“How . . . I mean WHAT are you talking about?” I was flabbergasted. How on EARTH did she know about our ultra-secret program?
“Oh, don’t play innocent with me.” she said smiling coyly. I really do know EVERYTHING. And from my perspective YOU’RE in a pickle too. Your boss is counting on you to deliver me. In fact, I was YOUR recruit. Your entire career rests upon my keeping this secret and doing well in the eyes of the company.”
I swallowed hard and tried to keep my composure. “What makes you so sure you’ve got it all figured out?”
“You really should have done your homework before picking me. I set you up from the start.” She then reached out and forcefully popped a button off my blouse and began giggling. “Confused? You SHOULD be. Penny said you’d be an easy mark.”
“PENNY?!”
“Yeah, my last job was with Micro-Tech Systems. Penny was my lover or significant other if you’d prefer it that way. So, you see I DO know EVERYTHING. Penny was one of your pawns before she left your firm.”
“But . . . but why pick on me?”
She took a step closer and put her face right in mine and said angrily, “Because you little bitch, I saw how you screwed my lover over by distracting her with your charms at that meeting with her boss such that she actually recommended a terrible contract to him. The next day when her boss finally figured it out, he blamed her for everything. Our love life went to hell and she’s been working 24/7 to get back to the level she once held at the firm. And it’s all because of you! She was my meal ticket at Micro-Tech. When her career failed so did mine. We hardly speak to each other now. So, I left and decided to graze greener pastures and, as your company is much larger than my old one, it suited me fine.”
Oh crap I thought to myself. I remember how Penny fingered me under the table at that fancy restaurant as her boss and I negotiated. I got my promotion in part because of that great contract – despite the humiliation I suffered at her hands. Why the very idea of another woman touching me was repulsive but I put up with it for the sake of the firm. Now it has come back to haunt me!!
“Why are you telling me all of this?” I asked nervously. “What do you want with me?”
“First, I want your clothes and I want them now. I’m not telling you again.”
“Fine, calm down,” I said unbuttoning my blouse. It was humiliating having to strip in front of her, but it was worse not knowing what she was planning to do. “And to think I felt sorry for you living in that dump of an apartment.” I said as I tossed her my bra.
“That rat hole? I don’t live there. I rented it just to fool you. It was cheap enough. In fact, didn’t you ever wonder why I wouldn’t let you inside?”
“Well, yeah as a matter of fact, I did,” I said as I gave her the last of my clothing.
“Because there wasn’t any furniture inside, you dummy,” she said giggling. “Boy, are you gullible.”
I stood there naked trying to keep from trembling. I was kicking myself for being so stupid.
“Okay, here’s the deal sweet-cakes. I’m willing to play along with this innocent recruit thing and you know I can pull it off too as I easily fooled you so far, didn’t I? But it’s going to cost you.”
“How much?” I asked carefully.
“Oh, I don’t want money. I plan on getting enough of that from your company. No . . . I want something better. I want you as my toy or more precisely, I want your body to do with as I please. You surrender it to me without protest for as long as I choose to stay at the firm and I’ll play along at work and make you proud. It will be good for the both of us.”
“And if I refuse?” I asked not really wanting to know the answer.
“I’ll not only ruin your career at the firm but I’ll take down the entire company. I’ll expose everything to the media. In fact, I’ll file complaints that may end up in criminal charges being brought against you and the rest of the crowd – Karen, Lisa and especially, Mr. Money bags himself! Got it?”
I was screwed! She DID know everything and had enough going for her to really carry out her threats.
“What if I do as you ask?”
“Like I said, I’ll be at your beck and call at work like a good little recruit and do everything in my power to make you look good. Your boss will be proud and the clients will be happy. I know how to play the game. I think you know that by now. If you go along and do as I demand we’ll both clean up.”
I stood there silently regretting I ever got involved in this mess. Being a toy? What did that mean? I wasn’t sure I could do it. I was pretty sure she wanted me as her Slut-on-Call; to do what she wanted with me whenever she needed attention since she lost her lover and blamed me for that.
“I’ll be honest. I don’t know how good a toy I’ll be. I mean I’m not into . . . you know . . . girls. I might fail even though I’d be trying my best and I’d still be screwed.”
“Oh, you’re screwed alright no matter what you decide. You can count on that!” she said giggling. “But look at it this way, at least as my toy, you’ll have a CHANCE of things working out. Refuse and you’ll end up reading about yourself in the paper. Who knows, you might end up learning new things – like you thought I would learn under your control. You might even LIKE them – but frankly I don’t care if you do or not.”
She had me and she knew it. I could see no way out. “Okay, I’ll be your toy or Slut-on-Call if that’s what I’m going to be . . . IF you promise to keep this between us and not bring it up at work.”
“Listen sweet-cakes you’re in no position to dictate terms to me, but I feel generous tonight so I’ll commit to this much – I’ll keep it out of work for the time being.”
I nodded my head and simply said, “Okay . . . I’m yours.”
“Great, I want you up on that table on your back.” She instructed. I knew better than to ask what for so I did as I was told. Before long she had me tied down – spread-eagled as it were with my kitty facing the sidewalk.
“It won’t always be like this,” she said compassionately, “But I owe it to Penny to get a little revenge for the way you treated her.”
“What . . . what are you going to do?” I said shaking like a leaf on a windy day. My heart was racing a mile a minute.
“Do you know where you are?” she asked.
“No.”
“You’re on the campus of the local community college. In about 15 minutes night classes will end, and a hoard of students will be walking back to their dorms. Can you read this sign?” She then unrolled a large cardboard sign that read: “I screwed another person’s lover!”
She then took out a camera and took literally dozens of pictures of my naked body from every angle. How HUMILIATING!
“Have fun,” she said cheerfully when she was through.
“Where are you going?” YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE LIKE THIS!!”
“Sure, I can.”
With that she left.
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BY: HOOKED6
That night, Brooke came by right on the dot as promised. I figured she wanted to pick me up at my place rather than risk the embarrassment of me seeing her rundown apartment again. That was fine with me.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we drove off.
“I’d rather it be a surprise,” she said excitedly.
“Okay. I like surprises – especially if they are for me.”
We drove for some time as it grew dark. Things looked a bit familiar though nothing really rang a bell and I wasn’t at all sure where we were going.
Finally at long last she stopped the car. “It’s just up ahead here. We have a little walk though I hope you don’t mind.”
What was she planning, a surprise party or something? “No, I don’t mind” I reassured her as she led me along a small trail. Finally, we reached a picnic table located under some trees not too far away from a sidewalk. It was a nice spot. I could see why she liked it so much and made the long drive to find it. I guessed she just wanted to make things perfect for whatever she was planning.
“Are we eating here?” I asked hopefully. “It’s really a great place for a nighttime picnic. Just look at all the stars!”
She began to rummage through the cloth bag she was carrying which I assumed contain the fixings for our picnic. Satisfied with whatever she was doing she looked up and appeared quite concerned about something.
“Tracy, I’m wondering, was Mr. Darthwaite on the level?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is this client thing tomorrow REALLY all that important? I mean, you’re an Account Executive so you’re in a position to know these things. I don’t move in the same circles as you do.”
“Why yes, it’s important. A lot is riding on this meeting tomorrow. I can assure you of that. It’s essential that you do well, especially after our President has given you this opportunity.”
“You really stuck you neck out for me then. That was a brave thing to do. I just want you to know that.” She said plainly.
Hero worship is a relatively new thing for me and it felt quite good to realize that someone actually appreciated my efforts. “I think you’re worth it,” I said modestly.
“Good I hope you still think that after tonight.”
Now it was MY turn to be confused. “Why would you say that?”
“You’ll see.” Her whole demeanor then changed quite drastically and she said rather forcefully, “Now, how about you give me your clothes . . . ALL of them.”
To say I was shocked by this sudden turn of events would be an understatement. “Why on earth would I do that, and what’s with this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde routine anyway? What’s going on here?”
“Just DO IT!”
“Look I don’t feel like playing a game right now if it’s all the same to you.” I said trying to make light of what was becoming an increasingly tense situation.
“Oh, this is no game I can assure you.” She said folding her arms across her chest. “For the last time, get those clothes off.”
“At least tell me what’s going on. I deserve THAT much.” I said hopelessly dazed.
“Okay, you’re right. I guess you’ve been pretty fair with me so I’ll tell you.” She then took a step closer to me – too close for my comfort actually and continued. “You see I know ALL about your little corporate strategy and how you use your bodies to literally goad your clients into signing huge contracts worth millions.”
“How . . . I mean WHAT are you talking about?” I was flabbergasted. How on EARTH did she know about our ultra-secret program?
“Oh, don’t play innocent with me.” she said smiling coyly. I really do know EVERYTHING. And from my perspective YOU’RE in a pickle too. Your boss is counting on you to deliver me. In fact, I was YOUR recruit. Your entire career rests upon my keeping this secret and doing well in the eyes of the company.”
I swallowed hard and tried to keep my composure. “What makes you so sure you’ve got it all figured out?”
“You really should have done your homework before picking me. I set you up from the start.” She then reached out and forcefully popped a button off my blouse and began giggling. “Confused? You SHOULD be. Penny said you’d be an easy mark.”
“PENNY?!”
“Yeah, my last job was with Micro-Tech Systems. Penny was my lover or significant other if you’d prefer it that way. So, you see I DO know EVERYTHING. Penny was one of your pawns before she left your firm.”
“But . . . but why pick on me?”
She took a step closer and put her face right in mine and said angrily, “Because you little bitch, I saw how you screwed my lover over by distracting her with your charms at that meeting with her boss such that she actually recommended a terrible contract to him. The next day when her boss finally figured it out, he blamed her for everything. Our love life went to hell and she’s been working 24/7 to get back to the level she once held at the firm. And it’s all because of you! She was my meal ticket at Micro-Tech. When her career failed so did mine. We hardly speak to each other now. So, I left and decided to graze greener pastures and, as your company is much larger than my old one, it suited me fine.”
Oh crap I thought to myself. I remember how Penny fingered me under the table at that fancy restaurant as her boss and I negotiated. I got my promotion in part because of that great contract – despite the humiliation I suffered at her hands. Why the very idea of another woman touching me was repulsive but I put up with it for the sake of the firm. Now it has come back to haunt me!!
“Why are you telling me all of this?” I asked nervously. “What do you want with me?”
“First, I want your clothes and I want them now. I’m not telling you again.”
“Fine, calm down,” I said unbuttoning my blouse. It was humiliating having to strip in front of her, but it was worse not knowing what she was planning to do. “And to think I felt sorry for you living in that dump of an apartment.” I said as I tossed her my bra.
“That rat hole? I don’t live there. I rented it just to fool you. It was cheap enough. In fact, didn’t you ever wonder why I wouldn’t let you inside?”
“Well, yeah as a matter of fact, I did,” I said as I gave her the last of my clothing.
“Because there wasn’t any furniture inside, you dummy,” she said giggling. “Boy, are you gullible.”
I stood there naked trying to keep from trembling. I was kicking myself for being so stupid.
“Okay, here’s the deal sweet-cakes. I’m willing to play along with this innocent recruit thing and you know I can pull it off too as I easily fooled you so far, didn’t I? But it’s going to cost you.”
“How much?” I asked carefully.
“Oh, I don’t want money. I plan on getting enough of that from your company. No . . . I want something better. I want you as my toy or more precisely, I want your body to do with as I please. You surrender it to me without protest for as long as I choose to stay at the firm and I’ll play along at work and make you proud. It will be good for the both of us.”
“And if I refuse?” I asked not really wanting to know the answer.
“I’ll not only ruin your career at the firm but I’ll take down the entire company. I’ll expose everything to the media. In fact, I’ll file complaints that may end up in criminal charges being brought against you and the rest of the crowd – Karen, Lisa and especially, Mr. Money bags himself! Got it?”
I was screwed! She DID know everything and had enough going for her to really carry out her threats.
“What if I do as you ask?”
“Like I said, I’ll be at your beck and call at work like a good little recruit and do everything in my power to make you look good. Your boss will be proud and the clients will be happy. I know how to play the game. I think you know that by now. If you go along and do as I demand we’ll both clean up.”
I stood there silently regretting I ever got involved in this mess. Being a toy? What did that mean? I wasn’t sure I could do it. I was pretty sure she wanted me as her Slut-on-Call; to do what she wanted with me whenever she needed attention since she lost her lover and blamed me for that.
“I’ll be honest. I don’t know how good a toy I’ll be. I mean I’m not into . . . you know . . . girls. I might fail even though I’d be trying my best and I’d still be screwed.”
“Oh, you’re screwed alright no matter what you decide. You can count on that!” she said giggling. “But look at it this way, at least as my toy, you’ll have a CHANCE of things working out. Refuse and you’ll end up reading about yourself in the paper. Who knows, you might end up learning new things – like you thought I would learn under your control. You might even LIKE them – but frankly I don’t care if you do or not.”
She had me and she knew it. I could see no way out. “Okay, I’ll be your toy or Slut-on-Call if that’s what I’m going to be . . . IF you promise to keep this between us and not bring it up at work.”
“Listen sweet-cakes you’re in no position to dictate terms to me, but I feel generous tonight so I’ll commit to this much – I’ll keep it out of work for the time being.”
I nodded my head and simply said, “Okay . . . I’m yours.”
“Great, I want you up on that table on your back.” She instructed. I knew better than to ask what for so I did as I was told. Before long she had me tied down – spread-eagled as it were with my kitty facing the sidewalk.
“It won’t always be like this,” she said compassionately, “But I owe it to Penny to get a little revenge for the way you treated her.”
“What . . . what are you going to do?” I said shaking like a leaf on a windy day. My heart was racing a mile a minute.
“Do you know where you are?” she asked.
“No.”
“You’re on the campus of the local community college. In about 15 minutes night classes will end, and a hoard of students will be walking back to their dorms. Can you read this sign?” She then unrolled a large cardboard sign that read: “I screwed another person’s lover!”
She then took out a camera and took literally dozens of pictures of my naked body from every angle. How HUMILIATING!
“Have fun,” she said cheerfully when she was through.
“Where are you going?” YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE LIKE THIS!!”
“Sure, I can.”
With that she left.
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Re: The Fashion Show Trilogy (BOOK 3, Parts 15-16 added)
Part 18
BY: Hooked6
So there I was tied naked to a picnic table only a few feet from a public sidewalk. Any minute college students would be filing out of their classrooms, many passing right by my spot. To make matters worse, my kitty is facing directly towards the spot they would pass.
Interspersed between my fear of what would happen to me that night and the anger that welled up inside, my mind filled with many unanswerable questions. How could I have been so STUPID?! How did I miss seeing that she wasn’t the genuine article? Were there warning signs I should have spotted? Did Karen and Lisa suspect something and just didn’t have a chance to inform me? And, most importantly, what was going to happen to me now?
Then I heard voices! Oh hell, it was starting! Then standing at the foot of my table I could hear laughter. Though it was difficult, I raised my head up and saw three girls staring at me. “What ya do, slut? Mess with the wrong girl’s boyfriend?” The others all laughed at her comment.
“Serves you right.” Her friend said smugly. “Though from what I see looking at you I don’t understand what any guy worth having would find attractive!” She was obviously making fun of my body. Once again, my full bush comes back to haunt me.
“HEY GUYS! CHECK THIS OUT!” one of the girls called out down the sidewalk. “HURRY UP!”
Soon two boys stood next to her. “HOLY CRAP, would you look at that?”
One of the girls said giggling. “Hey, anybody got a feather?”
“A feather? What for . . . oh I get it!” the first boy replied. “No feather, but I’m pretty good at tickling. Watch this!” he then proceeded to tickle the bottom of my foot causing me to squirm.
“Cut that out!” I said between bouts of giggling.
The other girls all joined in and soon their hands were all over me, under my arms, on my neck, around my belly and between my legs. It was sheer agony!!
I couldn’t help but giggle and the more I squirmed, the more they seemed to think I wanted them to continue despite my protests. It wasn’t long before I felt someone, I couldn’t tell who, tickling my love button. “HEY!” I cried out but with all my squealing and their laughter no one seemed to pay attention and the hand continued fingering me.
Occasionally one of the girls would squeeze my breasts playfully sending waves of repulsion up my spine. It wasn’t long though before I felt myself getting aroused. Whoever was fingering me was obviously quite aware of that as I sensed that his or her finger was now quite wet and damn, he or she was good! A wet finger was much more conducive to furthering my arousal – and my shame!
“STOP IT OR I’M GOING TO PEE!” I threatened finally gasping for breath. Boy was THAT the wrong thing to say.
“Let’s make her do it!” One of the girls suggested. “YEAH!” some others chimed in and they increased their torture of my body until I did just that! I like totally lost control of my bladder and sent a huge squirt which landed on the arm of one of the guys. It only lasted a second or two but it was quite obvious! To my chagrin as everyone watched, I shot a second smaller spurt out into the air hitting the same boy’s shirt!
“GROSS!” he said as he stood back away from me. “THAT’S DISGUSTING!” There were rather obvious wet spots where my fluid scored direct hits. His friends all made fun of him and one by one they all stopped tickling and joined in mocking him.
I hardly had time to catch my breath before others arrived to see what all the commotion was all about. “HEY CHECK IT OUT – A NAKED GIRL!” another boy said in total amazement. “What’s going on? Is this some type of initiation?”
“Read the sign, you dope,” one of the first girls said pointing it out to the newcomer.
“Oh . . .”
“HEY look what I found . . . a magic marker!” another girl said gleefully as she uncapped it. Brooke must have left it on purpose before she abandoned just to add to my humiliation.
The girl took the marker and proceeded to write in bold letters S-L-U-T across my chest. She then handed the marker to her friend who also wrote some words on my thigh. Before long the marker was passed from person to person. There was no telling what they were writing but they seemed to be having a great time doing it. The marker found its way onto almost every nook and cranny of the front of my body.
The students writing on my body was humiliating sure enough, but their words of mockery were what really hurt. The girls were the worst and seemed to relish treating me like dirt. I think the guys just appreciated the opportunity of seeing a naked girl. They weren’t out for blood like the women seemed to be. Their remarks were really hateful. I almost started to cry but a little voice inside told me just to be strong and tough it out. Logic told me that if these women sensed fear, I was a goner.
One girl – the loudmouth of the group – stood on the bench of the table and even suggested they parade me around campus. I trembled at her words though mercifully no one seemed to take her seriously.
Then, the cell phones came out. Flash after flash went off and what I had feared the most along this entire journey of mine became reality; namely, that pictures of my nude body would find their way to the Internet.
“Check it out!” a girl exclaimed as she boldly ran her fingers along my kitty. “She’s horny! She LIKES this! Can you believe it?” Everyone laughed at her comment and I just wanted to crawl under a rock and die!
It was bad enough that a girl touched me there but it was even worse that she called everyone’s attention to my shame!
Finally, I heard an authoritative voice commanding, “Okay, break it up. The fun’s over!”
“Awwwwwwwww,” came the collective sigh of disappointment from the crowd.
Slowly people began dispersing and soon there was only one person left standing next to me – Brooke.
“Had enough?” she asked as she shown the flashlight in my face.
Part of me wanted to lie and tell her that I was having fun just to make her mad but the truth was I was so ready to get off that table. “Yes,” was all I could muster in a week and pitiful sounding voice.
“Thought so . . . Smile pretty,” she instructed as she took even more pictures. “Penny will just LOVE what they’ve done to you.” My shame was now complete. The very idea that Penny, the girl that molested me in the restaurant, would be seeing my graffiti laden body was chilling to say the least.
Brooke untied me and helped me off the table. Her demeanor was actually sympathetic which surprised me. “I’m sorry I had to put you through this, but I’m sure you understand that it had to be done.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
She then re-tied my hands behind my back and proceeded to lead me to her car. “What about my clothes?” I asked not wanting to lose a good outfit for no particular reason.
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? You won’t be wearing them very often anymore.” She then let out a hearty laugh. “You see, I’m moving in with you. I’ll think I’ll take the master bedroom. You can move into the guest room. The rules are different now. From now on whenever you’re not at work, you’ll be naked - unless of course I give you something specific to wear. You’ll be at my total whim and fancy.” She then opened the passenger car door for me and motioned me to get in. “That is, IF you still WANT to do my bidding. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”
I recalled my situation only too well and really didn’t have any real choice. “No,” I snapped back “I HAVEN’T changed my mind.”
When we arrived at my place, which she was claiming as her own, I suffered the indignity of literally moving my stuff out of my room and into the smaller spare room. I hated that as I really loved the master bedroom and its beautiful private bath.
The next morning, I took a shower and much to my horror none of that black ink washed off! It dulled a little after numerous attempts at scrubbing but it was still quite visible. I looked like the tattooed woman at the freak show. There were marks on every inch of the front of my body. The only plain skin was around my neck and face.
Not wanting to start the morning off badly I humbled myself and went out to the living room without clothes. Brooke was reading the morning paper on the sofa. “Can I pick out my own office clothing or is that something YOU have to do?” I desperately tried not to sound flippant but that is what I felt inside.
She looked at me with a broad smile. “Gee, that stuff doesn’t wash off, does it?” She giggled at some of the sayings people had written and then looked me in the eyes. “No Tracy, I agreed that at work I’d make you proud and for the time being also agreed not to bring our new situation into the office so you may dress as you please for work. But, as soon as you get home, I want you to strip nude and stay that way. You may only wear clothes at the office. The rest of the time, unless I specifically want you to wear something, you are to go without. Understand?”
“Yes, yes . . . When I’m in the apartment I’m to be naked.”
“No” she corrected me, “You’ll be naked not just at the apartment but everywhere other than work unless I instruct you otherwise.”
I suddenly realized that she was planning on exposing me all over town to who knows how many people. I sighed and went to get dressed. This sucked.
Fortunately, I had a rather modest pantsuit that covered me enough to keep prying eyes from seeing my graffiti.
At work, the roles were 180 degrees from what they had been at home. True to her word, Brooke was the shy and innocent recruit, while I was in control. It was weird. I knew that I really couldn’t take advantage of the situation though as I would surely pay the price later.
“Tracy!” Mr. Darthwaite said as I escorted Brooke into his office. “Thanks for bringing her by.” I wasn’t sure how this was going to play out and I was deathly afraid that Brooke wouldn’t be able to pull it off and I’d be in big trouble of a different sort. His son had already arrived and was setting up his stuff as Brooke looked as nervous as ever. If I didn’t know better, I could swear that she really WAS nervous. She missed her calling I thought. She should have been an actress. My fears began to subside as I watched her in action. She was perfect and gave not even a hint of deception! It was like she had two distinct personalities. That was all I needed, I thought to myself, to be a naked pet to a schizophrenic psychopath! I could see the newspaper headlines now, “slain corporate executive’s nude body found in a public park!”
Brooke was posed like I had been before – on top of the credenza and also like before the entire set up for the client was duplicated. Sure enough, the client couldn’t help himself and was constantly staring at poor, innocent little Brooke only this time I didn’t feel the least bit sorry for her. She played her part well and the firm got the contract.
When all was through Mr. Darthwaite had me stay behind. “Tracy,” he said patting me on the back. “I just want to thank you for recruiting Brooke what’s-her-name. I think she’s going to make a fine operative for the firm. I think, however, we should continue to keep her in the dark about the program for the time being.” He said cautiously. “We can’t be too careful, you know.”
“Yes, sir, I agree.” I said nervously. If he only knew, I thought to myself, if he only knew.
Back at my place after work, I stripped off my clothes as Brooke watched intently. The way she stared at me knowing like I did that she had a preference for females made me feel really creepy.
“See,” she said coyly, “Today wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No, it worked out okay at work, I guess.”
“Well, now that you know that I can keep my end of the bargain, it’s time to find out how serious you are about keeping yours. Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” The excitement in her voice was sickening.
I felt myself getting queasy. I just had to find a way out of this. My mind took me back to Karen and something she said, “When the unexpected happens, don’t panic. You are good at thinking on your feet. That’s one of the qualities that you have in abundance.” She was right, of course. I have always been able to adapt to whatever has been thrown at me. I needed that skill now more than ever.
I felt my confidence growing inside of me. I didn’t know when or how but I was indeed going to get out of this. Then I heard Brooke’s voice.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Penny is on her way over. She will be joining us for dinner,” she said with an evil laugh.
Thus, I prepared myself for the role of her toy, or whatever, I was for the foreseeable future. You guys pray for me that I make it through this, Okay? I chose Brooke and I can take her down – at least I hope that I can. For now, I’ll just have to go along with things and hold to our bargain. Brooke, after all, did do as she promised at work. Perhaps this “Dr. Jekyll - Mr. Hyde” situation can bide me some time until I can plan a way out of this.
Then I heard the doorbell and worse I heard voices!
THE END
Author’s note: This ends the Fashion Show Trilogy. I have finished a rough draft of a somewhat detailed Epilogue that I have entitled Tracy’s Escape That I can post if there is enough interest. The original trilogy consisted of 45 chapters and over 225 full pages text, so I hope readers have not been bored with this lengthy tome.
Let me know If you have enjoyed this story and whether you would be interested in reading how Tracy gets out of this and what happens along the way. Thanks for reading and a special thanks to underdog_13 and Galahad for their consistent support.
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BY: Hooked6
So there I was tied naked to a picnic table only a few feet from a public sidewalk. Any minute college students would be filing out of their classrooms, many passing right by my spot. To make matters worse, my kitty is facing directly towards the spot they would pass.
Interspersed between my fear of what would happen to me that night and the anger that welled up inside, my mind filled with many unanswerable questions. How could I have been so STUPID?! How did I miss seeing that she wasn’t the genuine article? Were there warning signs I should have spotted? Did Karen and Lisa suspect something and just didn’t have a chance to inform me? And, most importantly, what was going to happen to me now?
Then I heard voices! Oh hell, it was starting! Then standing at the foot of my table I could hear laughter. Though it was difficult, I raised my head up and saw three girls staring at me. “What ya do, slut? Mess with the wrong girl’s boyfriend?” The others all laughed at her comment.
“Serves you right.” Her friend said smugly. “Though from what I see looking at you I don’t understand what any guy worth having would find attractive!” She was obviously making fun of my body. Once again, my full bush comes back to haunt me.
“HEY GUYS! CHECK THIS OUT!” one of the girls called out down the sidewalk. “HURRY UP!”
Soon two boys stood next to her. “HOLY CRAP, would you look at that?”
One of the girls said giggling. “Hey, anybody got a feather?”
“A feather? What for . . . oh I get it!” the first boy replied. “No feather, but I’m pretty good at tickling. Watch this!” he then proceeded to tickle the bottom of my foot causing me to squirm.
“Cut that out!” I said between bouts of giggling.
The other girls all joined in and soon their hands were all over me, under my arms, on my neck, around my belly and between my legs. It was sheer agony!!
I couldn’t help but giggle and the more I squirmed, the more they seemed to think I wanted them to continue despite my protests. It wasn’t long before I felt someone, I couldn’t tell who, tickling my love button. “HEY!” I cried out but with all my squealing and their laughter no one seemed to pay attention and the hand continued fingering me.
Occasionally one of the girls would squeeze my breasts playfully sending waves of repulsion up my spine. It wasn’t long though before I felt myself getting aroused. Whoever was fingering me was obviously quite aware of that as I sensed that his or her finger was now quite wet and damn, he or she was good! A wet finger was much more conducive to furthering my arousal – and my shame!
“STOP IT OR I’M GOING TO PEE!” I threatened finally gasping for breath. Boy was THAT the wrong thing to say.
“Let’s make her do it!” One of the girls suggested. “YEAH!” some others chimed in and they increased their torture of my body until I did just that! I like totally lost control of my bladder and sent a huge squirt which landed on the arm of one of the guys. It only lasted a second or two but it was quite obvious! To my chagrin as everyone watched, I shot a second smaller spurt out into the air hitting the same boy’s shirt!
“GROSS!” he said as he stood back away from me. “THAT’S DISGUSTING!” There were rather obvious wet spots where my fluid scored direct hits. His friends all made fun of him and one by one they all stopped tickling and joined in mocking him.
I hardly had time to catch my breath before others arrived to see what all the commotion was all about. “HEY CHECK IT OUT – A NAKED GIRL!” another boy said in total amazement. “What’s going on? Is this some type of initiation?”
“Read the sign, you dope,” one of the first girls said pointing it out to the newcomer.
“Oh . . .”
“HEY look what I found . . . a magic marker!” another girl said gleefully as she uncapped it. Brooke must have left it on purpose before she abandoned just to add to my humiliation.
The girl took the marker and proceeded to write in bold letters S-L-U-T across my chest. She then handed the marker to her friend who also wrote some words on my thigh. Before long the marker was passed from person to person. There was no telling what they were writing but they seemed to be having a great time doing it. The marker found its way onto almost every nook and cranny of the front of my body.
The students writing on my body was humiliating sure enough, but their words of mockery were what really hurt. The girls were the worst and seemed to relish treating me like dirt. I think the guys just appreciated the opportunity of seeing a naked girl. They weren’t out for blood like the women seemed to be. Their remarks were really hateful. I almost started to cry but a little voice inside told me just to be strong and tough it out. Logic told me that if these women sensed fear, I was a goner.
One girl – the loudmouth of the group – stood on the bench of the table and even suggested they parade me around campus. I trembled at her words though mercifully no one seemed to take her seriously.
Then, the cell phones came out. Flash after flash went off and what I had feared the most along this entire journey of mine became reality; namely, that pictures of my nude body would find their way to the Internet.
“Check it out!” a girl exclaimed as she boldly ran her fingers along my kitty. “She’s horny! She LIKES this! Can you believe it?” Everyone laughed at her comment and I just wanted to crawl under a rock and die!
It was bad enough that a girl touched me there but it was even worse that she called everyone’s attention to my shame!
Finally, I heard an authoritative voice commanding, “Okay, break it up. The fun’s over!”
“Awwwwwwwww,” came the collective sigh of disappointment from the crowd.
Slowly people began dispersing and soon there was only one person left standing next to me – Brooke.
“Had enough?” she asked as she shown the flashlight in my face.
Part of me wanted to lie and tell her that I was having fun just to make her mad but the truth was I was so ready to get off that table. “Yes,” was all I could muster in a week and pitiful sounding voice.
“Thought so . . . Smile pretty,” she instructed as she took even more pictures. “Penny will just LOVE what they’ve done to you.” My shame was now complete. The very idea that Penny, the girl that molested me in the restaurant, would be seeing my graffiti laden body was chilling to say the least.
Brooke untied me and helped me off the table. Her demeanor was actually sympathetic which surprised me. “I’m sorry I had to put you through this, but I’m sure you understand that it had to be done.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
She then re-tied my hands behind my back and proceeded to lead me to her car. “What about my clothes?” I asked not wanting to lose a good outfit for no particular reason.
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? You won’t be wearing them very often anymore.” She then let out a hearty laugh. “You see, I’m moving in with you. I’ll think I’ll take the master bedroom. You can move into the guest room. The rules are different now. From now on whenever you’re not at work, you’ll be naked - unless of course I give you something specific to wear. You’ll be at my total whim and fancy.” She then opened the passenger car door for me and motioned me to get in. “That is, IF you still WANT to do my bidding. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”
I recalled my situation only too well and really didn’t have any real choice. “No,” I snapped back “I HAVEN’T changed my mind.”
When we arrived at my place, which she was claiming as her own, I suffered the indignity of literally moving my stuff out of my room and into the smaller spare room. I hated that as I really loved the master bedroom and its beautiful private bath.
The next morning, I took a shower and much to my horror none of that black ink washed off! It dulled a little after numerous attempts at scrubbing but it was still quite visible. I looked like the tattooed woman at the freak show. There were marks on every inch of the front of my body. The only plain skin was around my neck and face.
Not wanting to start the morning off badly I humbled myself and went out to the living room without clothes. Brooke was reading the morning paper on the sofa. “Can I pick out my own office clothing or is that something YOU have to do?” I desperately tried not to sound flippant but that is what I felt inside.
She looked at me with a broad smile. “Gee, that stuff doesn’t wash off, does it?” She giggled at some of the sayings people had written and then looked me in the eyes. “No Tracy, I agreed that at work I’d make you proud and for the time being also agreed not to bring our new situation into the office so you may dress as you please for work. But, as soon as you get home, I want you to strip nude and stay that way. You may only wear clothes at the office. The rest of the time, unless I specifically want you to wear something, you are to go without. Understand?”
“Yes, yes . . . When I’m in the apartment I’m to be naked.”
“No” she corrected me, “You’ll be naked not just at the apartment but everywhere other than work unless I instruct you otherwise.”
I suddenly realized that she was planning on exposing me all over town to who knows how many people. I sighed and went to get dressed. This sucked.
Fortunately, I had a rather modest pantsuit that covered me enough to keep prying eyes from seeing my graffiti.
At work, the roles were 180 degrees from what they had been at home. True to her word, Brooke was the shy and innocent recruit, while I was in control. It was weird. I knew that I really couldn’t take advantage of the situation though as I would surely pay the price later.
“Tracy!” Mr. Darthwaite said as I escorted Brooke into his office. “Thanks for bringing her by.” I wasn’t sure how this was going to play out and I was deathly afraid that Brooke wouldn’t be able to pull it off and I’d be in big trouble of a different sort. His son had already arrived and was setting up his stuff as Brooke looked as nervous as ever. If I didn’t know better, I could swear that she really WAS nervous. She missed her calling I thought. She should have been an actress. My fears began to subside as I watched her in action. She was perfect and gave not even a hint of deception! It was like she had two distinct personalities. That was all I needed, I thought to myself, to be a naked pet to a schizophrenic psychopath! I could see the newspaper headlines now, “slain corporate executive’s nude body found in a public park!”
Brooke was posed like I had been before – on top of the credenza and also like before the entire set up for the client was duplicated. Sure enough, the client couldn’t help himself and was constantly staring at poor, innocent little Brooke only this time I didn’t feel the least bit sorry for her. She played her part well and the firm got the contract.
When all was through Mr. Darthwaite had me stay behind. “Tracy,” he said patting me on the back. “I just want to thank you for recruiting Brooke what’s-her-name. I think she’s going to make a fine operative for the firm. I think, however, we should continue to keep her in the dark about the program for the time being.” He said cautiously. “We can’t be too careful, you know.”
“Yes, sir, I agree.” I said nervously. If he only knew, I thought to myself, if he only knew.
Back at my place after work, I stripped off my clothes as Brooke watched intently. The way she stared at me knowing like I did that she had a preference for females made me feel really creepy.
“See,” she said coyly, “Today wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No, it worked out okay at work, I guess.”
“Well, now that you know that I can keep my end of the bargain, it’s time to find out how serious you are about keeping yours. Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” The excitement in her voice was sickening.
I felt myself getting queasy. I just had to find a way out of this. My mind took me back to Karen and something she said, “When the unexpected happens, don’t panic. You are good at thinking on your feet. That’s one of the qualities that you have in abundance.” She was right, of course. I have always been able to adapt to whatever has been thrown at me. I needed that skill now more than ever.
I felt my confidence growing inside of me. I didn’t know when or how but I was indeed going to get out of this. Then I heard Brooke’s voice.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Penny is on her way over. She will be joining us for dinner,” she said with an evil laugh.
Thus, I prepared myself for the role of her toy, or whatever, I was for the foreseeable future. You guys pray for me that I make it through this, Okay? I chose Brooke and I can take her down – at least I hope that I can. For now, I’ll just have to go along with things and hold to our bargain. Brooke, after all, did do as she promised at work. Perhaps this “Dr. Jekyll - Mr. Hyde” situation can bide me some time until I can plan a way out of this.
Then I heard the doorbell and worse I heard voices!
THE END
Author’s note: This ends the Fashion Show Trilogy. I have finished a rough draft of a somewhat detailed Epilogue that I have entitled Tracy’s Escape That I can post if there is enough interest. The original trilogy consisted of 45 chapters and over 225 full pages text, so I hope readers have not been bored with this lengthy tome.
Let me know If you have enjoyed this story and whether you would be interested in reading how Tracy gets out of this and what happens along the way. Thanks for reading and a special thanks to underdog_13 and Galahad for their consistent support.
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Re: The Fashion Show Trilogy (BOOK 3, Parts 17 -18 added)
You don't have to thank anyone here, Hooked6. We all need to thank you for creating such entertaining stories and for publishing them here. As for me, I love lenghty stories such as this one. And if you publish Tracy's Escape here, it will be very welcome, I'm sure.
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First of all, thank you for this story. The last two chapters seemed a little too dark and cruel to me, but despite that, I really enjoyed this story.
I hope you’ll post the epilogue; I’d really like to see Tracy break free from that terrible situation.
I hope you’ll post the epilogue; I’d really like to see Tracy break free from that terrible situation.
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Superb story Hooked6, looking forward to the next book. Keep up the good work. And the lengthy story isn't a problem.
And thanks thanks for the honourable mention, appreciated.
And thanks thanks for the honourable mention, appreciated.
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