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

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These last 4 chapters (7--10) are the start of the corporate humiliation battle between Tracy and Lisa.

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This story is great. I've read it a long time ago, from another site. I'm reading it again to remember the whole plot again and checking the revision. And I hope you're planning to repost Books 2 and 3 as well.

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This story is great. I've read it a long time ago, from another site. I'm reading it again to remember the whole plot again and checking the revision. And I hope you're planning to repost Books 2 and 3 as well.

Yes, I will be planning on posting the entire trilogy (all three books) several chapters a day. Thanks for taking the time to comment. More later today.

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It's on a shortlist of stuff to read, but I like what I've seen so far.

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It's on a shortlist of stuff to read, but I like what I've seen so far.

Thank you. Let me know what you think about it as you read further.

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Part 11
BY: Hooked6



“Well, I don’t know what you’re going to do but I have a meeting in a couple of minutes,” Karen said as she gathered up her work papers and organized them in a file folder.


My eyes bugged out of their sockets. The only way out of her office was through that door and there were literally a dozen cubicles before reaching the elevator. “WHAT, you have a meeting?!!”


“Of course, silly, I have them pretty regularly in this job,” she said looking at me slyly. “They’re not always in this office though.” She then burst out laughing as I let out a sigh of relief. “Relax and calm yourself. You’re doing great. I’ll only be gone an hour. Want me to bring you back some lunch . . . or do you prefer to go out?”


“Ha, ha very funny,”


“You can sit at my desk if you’d like. You’d probably be more comfortable than sitting at the corner,” she said thoughtfully. She then made a move for the door causing me to literally jump for the side wall lest I’d be seen as she opened it. Of course, she wasn’t through torturing me yet as she purposely left the door half open as she left forcing me to sneak over and try to close it. I was afraid someone would notice than the door closed by itself and would wonder who was in Karen’s office and come to check it out, but they apparently didn’t.


I could hardly accomplish any work-related tasks as my mind was constantly on two things: my nudity and how I was going to dismember Lisa and not get caught. A mental picture of a chainsaw came to mind several times!


As I sat there another fear took hold and grew more pronounced with each passing minute – I had to pee. That’s not funny you know. There I was trapped naked in Karen’s office and the nearest bathroom is way down the hall.


I tried thinking of other things to keep my mind off my ever-expanding bladder. I even tried actually working which helped for a little while but that pressure kept building in my pelvis. Maybe I can hold out until Karen returns, I thought. Surely, she’d suspend the rules for an emergency such as this.


No such luck on holding out. She’d only been gone 15 minutes. There was no way I was going to last another 45 minutes to an hour.


A cup! That’s what I need a cup – preferably a BIG cup. As embarrassing at it may seem trying to pee into a cup, it was infinitely preferable to peeing on the carpet and there was no way I was walking out naked just find a bathroom. I thought about what an unfair advantage men had over women in that department. Heck, guys I know can even write their names in the snow that’s how accurate males can be. Women on the other hand – we’re lucky to even get it in the ballpark!


Just my luck – no cups. Karen had only moved in this office yesterday so I figured she probably hadn’t had time to stock up on such things.


As I looked around, I was aware that I was starting to do a little dance. How juvenile, I thought. Then I spotted the plant in the corner. It was a large potted plant. It would have to do.


I decided just to do it quickly before I chickened out or had an accident. I went over and squatted down over the foliage. “Sorry little guy. I really hate to do this to you,” I said actually talking to the plant. I started my stream and man did it feel good getting rid of that pressure. I guess I was about half way through when there was a knock on the door!


I panicked. Whoever it was would surely walk in any minute. I tried to stop in mid-stream – which is all but impossible for me. I didn’t really have much time. I just dove under the desk and pulled my legs up as high as I could to keep from being seen.


I heard the door open and footsteps walking around. I didn’t hear any other sound. Whoever it was didn’t say a word and left as quickly as they had come. I stayed silently huddled under the desk. The sounds of office workers working away in the distance was much louder than I remembered it so I assumed that the door was still open.


I wasn’t sure how far it was open as I couldn’t see from my position scrunched up under the desk. I was afraid of being spotted by some passerby so I stayed hidden. I still had to pee but at least it wasn’t as bad an urge as before.


I couldn’t help but laugh at the spots on the carpet where I had dribbled making my way out of sight. Well, it could have been worse.


Time passed slowly and I was getting pretty cramped hiding under the desk. Then I heard footsteps, high heels clicking away on the floor. A woman I thought.


“Hmmm, that’s funny. I wonder what happened to her.” I heard Karen
say. Thank goodness she was back. Then I heard the door slam and silence. She LEFT me! She actually walked out and left me trapped.


I crawled out from under the desk mumbling obscenities. “GOTCHA!” Karen said laughing.


“Oh, my goodness, you scared me to death! I thought you had left me.”


“I brought you some lunch.”


“Thanks, but I’m not really hungry right now. My stomach is tied up in knots.”


“Have fun while I was out?” she asked with a smile. She then noticed the wet spots on her carpet. “What happened here?”


“Don’t ask. Let’s just say I had a little accident.”


“Someone scared the piss out of you?” she inquired giggling.


“No, but I wouldn’t be surprised if your plant doesn’t fare well in the near future.”


“Oh, you DIDN’T . . . you DID!! Damn it Tracy if that plant dies, you’re buying me a new one.” She demanded. Of course I agreed.


“I’ve got less than twenty minutes until my meeting and I STILL don’t have the dress. Did you see Lisa while you were out?”


“Nope.”


“Could you go look for her and tell her that I need the dress very badly?”


“Nope. Not my problem. I told you both yesterday that you had to work it out among yourselves how you were going to share the dress. So far, I’m not impressed with your game plan.” Karen said as she started eating her lunch.

“Well, can we change the rules? I mean this is important and I really am in a bind here.” I pleaded.


“What’s in it for me?”


I was both pleased and confused. I was glad that she was at least open to the possibility of helping me out but I didn’t like the sound of the reason why.”


“What do you want?” I asked nervously. “I don’t have much cash right now.”


“Not interested in cash.” She said munching away.


“What then?”

“I don’t know. Use your imagination. You’ve got to stick with the rules and as I said before you’ll be judged on several things – your creativity, ability to get along, that included me in case you were wondering . . . and entertainment value.” Karen explained. “Are you sure you don’t want a sandwich? They’re very good.”


“Um, no thank you,” I said puzzled by her answer. Whatever she wanted it was pretty clear it had to be according to the rules. I was still being graded. Yet the tone of her voice as she explained things to me seemed mischievous. It was almost as if I was supposed to please her in some way. I mean she did ask “What’s in it for me?”


Then a horrible thought exploded in my mind. Surely, she wasn’t hinting that she wanted me to sleep with her?! I shivered at the thought. I wasn’t that kind of girl . . . Nah, she didn’t mean that. THINK, I challenged myself.


“How about I do some work for you? I can lighten your load as you transition to your new job.” I asked hopefully.


“I’m pretty set with everything at the office right now,” she said after mulling it over for a minute or two.


“Well, how about I do some work for you not at the office. Surely you could use a hand at something.”


“You’d work for me doing whatever I wanted?” she asked raising an eyebrow.


“Um, yes if it will get you to help me out,” I replied nervously.


“Well, I do need some help, actually. I was supposed to do something for my sister tomorrow night and I wasn’t really looking forward to doing it. If you agree to help then I think I can change the rules a bit.”


“GREAT!” I said with a sigh of relief.


“Just to be clear, you agree to do this job without letting me down in exchange for me changing the rules a bit?” she asked directly.


“Yes, now please hurry it’s almost one o’clock!”


Karen put away her sandwich and cleared off her desk. She then took off her blazer and handed to me. “Here, you can wear this . . . but just for your meeting.”


My heart filled with shock and disappointment. I was hoping she would find Lisa and force her to give me that dress, which at least looked conservative enough. But this blazer . . . I had agreed to do extra work for a blazer?!


“I can’t go back to my desk wearing this? Why just look at me,” I said as I finished putting the coat on. “Look at how far it plunges down my chest before the first of only two buttons. Why you can see the sides of my breasts! Anyone would know that I’m not wearing a bra. If I made a wrong move either way, I’m positively sure my nipples would show. And, look at this,” I said pointing to the bottom of the jacket, it barely covers my . . . you know. And when I walk,” I continued as I strolled around her office, “the ends separate and you can see everything!”


“They’d see a lot more if you were NAKED,” she calmly reminded me. “However, as I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted, you can use my office for your meeting too. But a deal is a deal whether you decide to wear the jacket or not. You agreed to work for me and work for me you shall and you’ll be wearing a lot less than that blazer when you do. I’ll see you in an hour.” She then walked out leaving her door open. “I’ll send your appointment up to meet you.”


What did she mean I’d be wearing less than I am now when I work for her? The only way I could possibly be wearing less is to be naked! Great . . . what have I gotten myself into now, I wondered?


I immediately sat down at her desk trying not to panic. This client was so very important to the company. I was sure that in a few minutes I would be in big trouble!


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Part 12
BY: Hooked6


It won’t be so bad I thought. If I just kept seated behind this desk I might, just might, be able to pull this off. I fussed with the jacket lapels moving them closer to each other in an effort not to show so much cleavage. Cleavage, yeah right, like I HAD cleavage. I guess what I meant to say was trying not to expose my breasts.


All too soon I heard Karen’s voice. I looked up and there was Mr. Benson, my one o’clock appointment. “Tracy will be meeting with you in here today,” Karen explained as she pointed him towards the open office door leaving him to make the rest of the way himself. She followed at a discreet distance and closed the door behind him as he entered.


“Tracy,” he said stopping a few feet from my desk and extending his hand to shake mine. “It’s nice to see you again.”


Why did he have to do that? He was standing too far away for me to reach his hand without getting up! I just couldn’t ignore him as that would be insulting. I raised myself up half way off my chair and leaned against the edge of the desk to keep from standing up too high revealing my uncovered pelvis. Great plan I thought, but in reality, no sooner had I extended my right hand to shake his, my entire right breast popped out – pointed nipple and all - completely exposing itself to my client.


His eyes got really wide and his mouth formed a stifled grin. “OH!” I exclaimed in total shock. “EXCUSE ME . . . I’m so terribly sorry!” My heart was racing a mile a minute as I fussed about quickly recovering myself. I couldn’t sit down fast enough. I knew I was blushing something awful as my face felt hot. He seemed to sense how awkward I must have felt and did his best not to exploit the situation by making a silly comment in reference to what had just happened. He just silently watched as I tried to redress myself.


After a few moments of awkward silence Mr. Benson cleared his throat and proceeded by saying, “Well, I hope you’ve had a chance to prepare an interesting proposal for me. I am eager to do business with your company if we can work out a few details.”


His words made me focus on the task at hand and off my nearly uncovered body which was exactly what I needed to keep me from total collapse.

My voice was shaking as I went over the material I had prepared. He seemed to be uneasy as he sat there listening to me. I was sure I wasn’t making a good impression.

“The services you’ve described and the outline for implementation seems perfect. Now what about pricing?” he asked.


My heart stopped. The folder containing that information was still sitting on the side table next to the wall. I had placed it there when I had been working at the corner of Karen’s desk. There was no way I could reach it without getting up! I toyed with the idea of asking him to get it for me. As I looked at him however, I could see that he was growing impatient. I didn’t want to lose his business.


“Well, you DO have a pricing proposal, don’t you?” he asked finally.


“Ah . . . yes. It’s ah . . . right over here,” I said my voice trembling with fear. I knew what I had to do. I swallowed my pride and got up quickly and made my way over to the table. I felt cool air against my backside and just knew I was flashing at least part of my butt to him – if not more! I carefully picked up the folder and backed myself once again into the chair being careful not to show him my kitty. I sat down in the chair and quickly swiveled it back under the desk. The whole thing lasted but a few seconds but it seemed like hours.


“Heeerrreee, ahem, HERE is the information you wanted,” I said practically squeaking the words out as I handed him the paper.


He looked at me, raised an eyebrow, gave a forced smile and began to review the paper in earnest. I was sure he was upset with me and that he would complain to my boss. My career was on the line once again and after all this work too. I was so disappointed in myself. I was also filled with downright anger at Lisa for putting me in this spot to begin with! Oh, was I going to get even with her! I wasn’t sure how but mark my words I was going to get even!


As he studied away something totally weird began to happen. I was getting wet. Sitting there with only a blazer for covering and realizing that this man dressed in a business suit had seen my naked breast and who knows what not else was having an effect on my libido. Oh, not now, I thought. That’s all I needed.


Finally, he looked up and said “I think we have a deal. In fact, if you give me a pen I’ll sign this contract right now.”


He was going to sign!! I couldn’t believe my ears. After all that had happened, he was still going to do business with our firm! Of course, I fumbled around looking for a pen and eventually handed him one. I was so nervous and so thrilled that I actually pulled this off. I was sure that this was going to be the first of many meetings of negotiating back and forth until we either lost the business or he accepted our proposal. At least that’s the way it usually worked. Then I would arrange a meeting with some executive who would actually complete the deal – taking all the credit too I might add. This was a personal triumph as I actually closed the deal! I was so proud of myself.


I watched him sign the contract and close the folder leaving it on my desk. “You can forward my copies after your corporate people sign off on it. Good job, Tracy.” He then stood up and offered me his hand.


I was so excited that without thinking I stood up and returned the handshake in earnest. “You’re very welcome,” I replied.


As we were shaking hands, I saw him look down at my pelvis. His smile told me that I had made a HUGE mistake by standing completely up out of my chair. I tried to ignore what I knew was my obvious exposure and tried to regain eye contact as I released my hand from his.


He did finally look up and his eyes had a gleam so bright I knew he saw what he wasn’t supposed to see – my pubes!


“I look forward to working with you, Tracy,” he said with a grin and left the room.


I immediately looked down and to my horror I discovered that with my arm outstretched like it was I was the lower portion of the jacket separated quite wide and exposed me completely to my navel! He saw EVERYTHING!


Well, at least he didn’t seem upset and he DID say he was looking forward to working with me. He did say that, didn’t he, I asked myself? I mean I didn’t dream that, did I?


I sat back down in disbelief as I pondered what had just happened! I exposed myself to an important client – but I got the contract – but I exposed myself to a client – yes, but I got the contract, I argued with my conscience back and forth. I wondered what he thought of me now and what our next meeting was going to be like.


Karen walked in and closed the door. “So, how’d your meeting go?”


“I got him to sign the contract,” I said half disinterested in her question. I was still lost in my thoughts.


“YOU got him to sign? On the FIRST meeting? Good for you.”


“Yeah,”


“Can I have my jacket back now?”


Her question snapped me back to reality. “Oh, um, sure,” I said standing up to take it off. I left my position behind the desk and handed the blazer to its rightful owner. After putting it on, Karen walked around and pulled out the chair. “Why does my chair have a wet spot on it? What, you had another accident? Oh, for Pete’s sake don’t tell me you . . . that the spot is from . . . You beat everything you know that?”


To my shame there was indeed a noticeable wet spot on her chair. I guess I was more aroused than I thought I was. I was so humiliated that I couldn’t even look at Karen for the next hour. I just resumed working at the desk corner.


Then suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Karen, are you in?” I heard the voice ask from outside. It was LISA!


“Come in” Karen said as I dove behind the door to keep from being seen. Once she was inside and the door closed, I made my move.


“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?” I yelled.


“Working,” Lisa replied as if my question made no sense.


“You were supposed to check your schedule and get right back here,” I said still angry.


“Oh that,” Lisa said. “I had meetings all morning. I couldn’t get back.”


“Yeah right,” I snapped and made a move to strangle her.


“Back off whore,” she threatened. “I came back at 11:30 to give you the dress but the office was empty. I wondered where you had gotten to. I figured you had to run off to hide somewhere. I had no idea where you were.”


Suddenly it dawned on me that maybe she was telling the truth. Maybe SHE was the unknown visitor while I was hiding under the desk. I calmed down and said, “Ok, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt THIS time. Now give me back the dress. It’s my turn to wear it a while.”


Lisa grinned and said simply, “Nope.”


“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?!” I quipped.


“I get off early today, remember? I had to sneak in early this morning so as not to get caught. I can’t get overtime so I’m leaving now. Karen said I get to wear the dress home as you got to wear it in this morning. So . . . see ya.”


“Why, that dirty little bitch,” I said under my breath. She probably had this whole thing planned out from the beginning. She probably didn’t have meetings all morning. That was all just a lie. She just stole the dress and now is leaving with it! I was pissed.


Karen just stood there laughing.


“What are you laughing at?” I snapped.


“Right now, I believe Lisa is way ahead of you on points.”


“What?! She cheated and YOU know it. How can she be ahead?”


Karen shook her head as if she was disappointed in me or something. “True, you tried to be a team player and yes, you DID get the contract. But Lisa was very creative in keeping the dress all day and she still got all her work done to boot. I’d say that makes her ahead of you.”


I was fuming once again. I was about to lash out when Karen started picking up her things.


“Where are you going?”


“Home,” she answered. “I might as well as I’m guessing you’ll need to use my office until most everyone goes home so you can sneak out of here. Don’t get caught by the cleaning crew!” She then made her way to the door and stopped. She looked back at me she said, “I’ve decided to give both you and Lisa tomorrow off. You can dress normally if you’d like – but feel free to come in naked if you want to. You might get extra points for that. Oh, and don’t forget tomorrow night.”


“Tomorrow” I asked?


“Yes, remember? You’re working for me with my sister. Oh, you are going to have such a good time! This is right up your alley!”


Great, I thought. Now what am I in for?


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Part 13
BY: Hooked6


Having no safe option of leaving the building in my current state at this time of day, I decided to hide myself under Karen’s desk. For 4 hours. I kept listening to the daily hustle and bustle of noises outside the closed door of her office. It took forever as the activity slowly ground down to what seemed like total silence outside. It was 9:00 pm before I dared move.

I slowly crept up from my hiding place and the first thing I saw was Karen’s potty-plant in the corner and chuckled to myself recalling using that planter as my emergency toilet earlier in the day. That was a terrible thought to have as it reminded me of just how badly I needed to urinate again.

Listening at the closed door I heard nothing. Not a sound. I listened for some time before I found the courage to crack open the door to peek around outside. The office seemed empty as my heart began beating faster. I was on the 6th floor of an office high-rise – where Mr. Darthwaite’s office sweet was located. I need to somehow try and make my way down to the first floor, scurry across the parking lot to my car and . . .

Holy crap! How was I going to start my car?! I didn’t have my keys or anything else for that matter. I started to panic. I had heard of panic attacks before but never actually experienced one . . . until now.

All sorts of horrible scenes played out in my mind. I decided to call Karen on her office phone to come back to take me home. I’d just have to leave my car here and find a way back to work tomorrow after Karen dropped me home.

HOME!! I didn’t have my keys for that either.

I’d just have to think of something else. Besides, calling Karen would clearly show my lack of initiative – something she placed high on her criteria list.

Then I saw it on the floor in the corner near the filing cabinets. My PURSE!! I had left it there when I arrived at Karen’s office that morning when all hell broke loose after Lisa took the dress I was wearing.

I made a dash across the room and looked inside. Everything was there, my wallet, my keys, along with all the crap I usually stuffed in there.

After my heart stopped pounding and my breathing slowed, I peeked outside the office door again and all was still quiet. I figured it was now or never and stealthily making my way to the stairs and crept along as I made my way to the first floor.

Through the small window in the door on the first floor which opened out into the building’s lobby, I saw our security guard sitting at the desk doing some sort of paperwork. Great. Now what was I going to do?

Just then I saw him get up, grab his clipboard and walk to the elevators and pushed the button. The moment the elevator door closed and made a mad dash to the glass entrance doors, but they didn’t open! I backed up and tried again. Nothing! I was locked in.

I then heard the elevator ding and I bolted around the corner and ducked down to the floor and hugged the wall. It was Mr. Jameson, from accounts. He did the same thing I did – he approached the glass entrance doors and they didn’t open. Then he did something I didn’t do – he reached up on the door frame and pushed a small, obscure black button and the doors opened!

From my hiding place, I watched him leave. Looking out towards the parking lot, I saw the headlights of a car light up and them I watched him leave.

Now was my chance. Wasting no time, I went to the door, reached up and pushed the little black button and ran out the doors as soon as they opened.

Reaching my car, I opened my purse, grabbed my cars; unlocked the door and got the “heck out of Dodge” as they say in those old Westerns my dad used to watch. It didn’t occur to me until I was well on my way home just how wet I was between my legs. My body was constantly on edge these last few days and I really didn’t want to know what my body was trying to tell me.

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No sooner had I walked into work the next day than it started. “Mr. Darthwaite wants to see you in his office right away,” Candi said as I put my things on my desk.


“Oh? I’ll be right there,” I replied. I was ever so grateful he didn’t ask to see me yesterday when I wasn’t wearing anything. At least today I had the good sense to wear a smart business suit. I was a little concerned about the purpose of the meeting. Did someone see me yesterday as I snuck out of the building? Did Mr. Benson complain about my inappropriate attire? A whole list of things ran through my mind as I went to his office suite.


“Come in Tracy, please, sit down,” he said quite formally. He was looking through some papers on his desk and basically ignored me until he was finished. THAT didn’t help my nerves I can tell you. He then looked up at me over the rim of his glasses and continued, “You know why I called you here don’t you?”


That’s it. I’m busted.


“Well, I can explain. I didn’t mean to . . .”


He interrupted, “Calm down. We both know that you aren’t supposed to complete a deal with a client. But I must say this is a whopper of a contract. It will mean years of work for this firm. Congratulations. How’d you do it?”


My heart began beating again as I realized that this wasn’t about my nudity! “Well . . . I don’t know. I was just being myself I guess and I worked hard on that proposal. I just did what I had to do.”


“I guess you did,” he said with a smile that made me uneasy. “I called Rob Benson after I got this contract. Do you know what he told me?”

I swallowed hard. That I was a slut I thought to myself? “No . . .” I replied cautiously.


“He said that he usually hates contract negotiations but that his meeting with you was the first time he actually enjoyed himself. He also said he is really looking forward to working with you in the future. I don’t know what you did it but if you can get results like these, I say you should do that all the time.”


At hearing his words, I suddenly dropped the folder I was carrying spilling the contents all over the floor. If he only knew that I probably only got that contract by exposing myself to the client!


“Keep up the good work,” he said shaking my hand. “I’ll be keeping my eye on you.”


I nervously left his office and made my way back to the safety of my own cubicle. Keeping his eye on me indeed! Why did I have the feeling that he knew more about this than he was letting on?


The day went pretty much as they all do until Karen dropped by close to quitting time. “I’ll be by to pick you up at 9:00pm.”


“Um . . . nine o’clock? Isn’t that a little late to be starting a job?”


“Heck no, it’s early actually. You’ll see when you get there.” She said as she turned to leave,


“How shall I dress, business attire, casual, grungy work clothes?”


“Doesn’t matter, suit yourself.” She said with a giggle.


Well at least she didn’t make snide comment. Perhaps she was only kidding yesterday about wearing less than the blazer.


True to her word Karen picked me up promptly at nine. She didn’t say much on the trip over other than to thank me for helping her out. She even seemed quite sincere about it too, which made me feel good. We ended up parking on the street in front of an old two-story wooden house near the university. As I got out of the car, I heard music and saw “ALPHA DELTA TAU” written across the porch. “It’s a sorority house!” I said to Karen.


“You don’t miss much, do you? It’s my younger sister’s sorority, actually.”


I followed Karen inside and nervously looked around. A party was in full progress. There were about 15 or so couples gathered around, some talking, some eating, some dancing and two were playing darts. Karen took me over to a girl and introduced me, “Amber, this is Tracy. She’s the girl who’s going to help you tonight?”


We exchanged greetings and I then asked, “What’s going on here tonight?”


“This is a party for my art class. Since most of my sorority sisters are interested in art we had the party here. I understand you have an interest in the arts yourself?”


“Um, yes,” I replied hesitantly.


“Good! You’ll be perfect then,” she said. “Follow me. Let’s get started.” She led me to the next room which had even more people loitering around. There was a giant food table along one wall with all sorts of food and another smaller card table next to it with a beer keg underneath. Along the opposite wall there was yet another table with a linen cloth covering but nothing on it.


“You’d best get out of your clothes now,” Amber instructed.


“HUH?” I muttered nervously. “What am I going to do that for?”


“So, I can decorate, silly? Come on let’s get with it.”


Karen wasn’t kidding. Once again, I reluctantly stripped off in front of all the college kids in the room. There were a few appreciative whistles but nothing overtly rude. I stood there, naked as the day I was born, as Amber fiddled about.


I assumed I was going to be modeling again. This could turn into a full-time career if I wasn’t careful. One girl and her boyfriend came over as I stood there naked waiting on Amber and struck up a conversation.


“Hi, I’m Sandy and this is my boyfriend, Derrick. What’s your name?”


“Tracy,” I replied.


“It’s so good of you to help us out like this. It’s always the highlight of the party, you know.” They both looked me over. The girl seemed a bit disappointed somehow, but her guy didn’t seem to mind what he saw. “You don’t mind if we watch do you? I like this part the best!”


“Um, no, I guess not.” I replied still not sure of what was going to happen.


Amber turned around and said, “I’m all set. Okay Tracy, go ahead and get up on the table and lie down.”


“HUH? Lie down on the table?”


“Well, I can’t decorate while you’re standing up now, can I?” she said quite put out.


“I don’t understand. Decorate?”


Karen leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You’re the dessert, sweetie. She’s going to decorate your body with all sorts of delectable edibles and then . . . after admiring her creation, all these kids are going to help themselves. It’s an art thing. You’ll enjoy this I promise.”


I had heard about this trend at college campuses but I had never actually seen it for myself. I reluctantly climbed up onto the table and laid down. Amber immediately went about posing me. She moved my arms above my head and had me interlock my wrists. She then separated my legs wide open, which embarrassed me to no end as several people that were standing at the end of the table got a great view up my legs.
That of course started my juices flowing. I hoped that it wasn’t too obvious.


I heard someone shout, “Okay everybody, they’re starting!” Her announcement brought almost the entire hoard of people into the room to stare at me! I was so self-conscious. Unlike the museum where I was at least on a 4-foot-high pedestal, people here were right next to me up close and personal! They all seemed so intent on watching everything.


“Wow, nice pussy,” Derrick said as he made no secret about looking right up between my legs as he smiled. His girlfriend, Sandy, elbowed him in the ribs. “What?” he said defensively, “Yours is nice too.”


“DERRICK!” Sandy yelled obviously quite embarrassed at what he said. Everyone laughed. Of course, Derrick only started the ball rolling as everyone else felt it was now okay to comment on my body. “Ooo, look at the LONG, pointy nipples. THOSE will be very hard to decorate.” Someone said.


Amber opened a can of whipping cream and ran a long line up my left leg from my ankle all the way to my groin stopping barely a millimeter from my kitty. She did the same thing up my right leg. She pulled out a bunch of grapes and began planting them like little dots on top of the whipped cream on my legs. She then squirted a big mound of whipped cream into my belly button and topped it with a cherry.


My breasts were also encircled and piled with cream and cherries were put in place of my nipples! That tickled to no end! My underarms got a line of cream which extended to my elbows followed by more grapes. Then came the worst part, my pubic hair was covered with cream and small chocolate chips were sprinkled there. I looked a site.


Of course everyone was taking pictures, LOTS of pictures of me from every angle – including some very intimate angles. Being a bunch of college kids, I was sure that these would end up on the Internet or at the very least spread around campus. I blushed unceasingly at that thought.


Amber stepped back a bit to admire her handiwork. “I’ll think it needs a little more work,” she said to the cheers of those standing around. “I know. More fruit!” she said with a giggle.


Before I could see what she was up to, she stuck an apple in my mouth and told me to bite down a little and to hold it in place! How humiliating! I looked like those cartoon pigs at the dinner table. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her opening a bottle of chocolate syrup and shivered as she poured a series of lines down my belly to my naval. To make matters worse for me the syrup was cold!!


Amber stepped back and announced. “It’s finished! Take a look everybody. Another Amber original is complete.”


Everyone cheered and several guys made whooping sounds as more pictures were taken. I felt like a complete fool. It’s amazing what a little beer will do the change the behavior of otherwise normal people. Well at least it’s almost over, I thought. Her “artwork” was complete and people were looking at it. Soon everyone will have seen it and I can go home.



“Okay, everyone, help yourselves,” Amber announced laughing! I began to get worried as people started getting close – really close. I felt I was some sort of human sacrifice or something.

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[Hooked6]

Part 14
BY: Hooked6


Amber was the first to snatch a grape off my leg and eat it – very sensually sucking the juice out of it as I watched. A few more girls did the same trying to impress their boyfriends.


This isn’t so bad, I thought. Then some guy came over and picked the cheery off my right nipple and plopped it into his mouth. He seemed to be rolling it around in there for a while and the proudly displayed the cherry stem tied into a knot while it was inside his mouth. Yes, he actually tied that stem with his tongue!!! I was so excited by that for some reason. Of course, everyone applauded and his guy buddies slapped him on the back.


While I was mentally admiring his talent, he caught me totally off guard as he bent down and put his mouth right on my right breast and literally sucked all the whipped cream off – making sure to get any leftovers with his talented tongue! Because of the apple in my mouth all I could do was say “MMmmmmmmmph!” which made everyone laugh.


I was shocked; totally horrified at this overtly sexual intrusion and excited at the same time. A strange man had just sucked my boob and teased my nipple with his tongue!! How DARE he DO THAT to me!


Egged on by the whooping and cheers from the crowd, another guy did something similar to my other breast! TWO guys had now been intimate with my private body parts! Group mentality took over and the noise from the crowd became deafening.


Then in rapid succession the more-timid people came forward. One girl ran her tongue around my belly lapping up the chocolate syrup and another licked the whipped cream off my arms. Her activity was seriously pleasing. A GIRL was making me wet and turning me on. The grapes disappeared in a hurry. It occurred to me that as they were eating that what they were really doing was STRIPPING ME all over again. With each licking, more of my naked body was once again revealed! It was all so weird and so sensual . . . and so embarrassing!


Another girl, obviously quite drunk made a grand entrance and cleared a path next to me. She bent down and slurped the whipped cream from my belly button – quite noisily too I might add. She then took the cap off a bottle of tequila and poured some into my naval. Oh no, I thought, she was going to do a body shot! I was deathly afraid of that as I am hopelessly ticklish.


“Hahahahahhaha,” I laughed through the apple in my mouth as she sucked the beverage from my belly button and finished it off with a sensual kiss half way between my naval and the cream on my pubes. Her kiss sent huge shivers up my spine!!


“Hey, let me try that!” some guy said and immediately poured more booze into my belly button. I laughed all the more. Soon everyone had to try. They were literally making me laugh myself into hysteria. I could hardly catch my breath – which is what I think inspired them to keep doing it over and over and over! If it didn’t bother me so much, I’m sure they would have tired of it. Or not, as the booze was certainly having an effect!


The techniques of those doing the body shots were interesting too. Some just sucked, others lapped with their tongue, some just settled their mouths on my belly and sucked and a few actually BIT me when they were through! It all felt good in some strange way and I was so worked up in a sexual frenzy.


I guess I could have stopped it at any time but I didn’t. I told myself I needed to let this happen because of the deal I had made with Karen at work. Somehow saying to myself that it was because of work made it seem okay. On the other hand, letting these crazy kids have their way with me because I LIKED it was too dirty and wicked. No, it wasn’t my choice to be here. I was forced to do this for my career! That’s it. I’m doing it for my career!


I so wanted someone to finally get around to eating that whipped cream and the chocolate morsels from my pubic area. I was so aroused. Maybe that cute blonde guy over there will do it, I said fantasizing to myself. Of course, it wouldn’t be so bad if that guy that started it all by sucking on my boob did it either. What about him? Oh, what if it was a girl! NO forget that stupid – no girls!! Every person I looked at I wondered if they were going to be the one!


I laid back and went with the flow. Finally, Amber hushed everyone as if she had an important announcement.


“As you all know, we have arrived at the moment of truth. The best, as they say, has been saved for last!”


I knew what she was talking about. The only part left covered with anything edible was my nether region. I began to breathe harder and my skin felt like pins and needles all over.


Amber had a flair for the dramatic. She dragged this on with her little speech building anticipation among the crowd – not to mention what it was doing to me!!! I knew what was coming and I couldn’t wait!


“As you all know, it is a tradition here at ALPHA DELTA TAU to hold a random drawing from our guests to see who the lucky person is to finish the job. And tonight’s winner is . . .” She paused for a minute then waved her arm outward as if to invite the winner in.


My heart stopped as I looked among the crowd to see who was going to do the honors – and I was soooo ready for someone to do the honors!


“LISA!!!!!!!!” There entering the room to a rousing applause was LISA! How the hell did she get invited to this party?! And how did she win?!!


Then it hit me what she was going to do. “MMMmmmmmmpph” I tried to scream in protest, but that stupid apple kept the words from coming out. I started to pull my arms apart but some guy, thinking I was upset about a girl winning just held them in place.


I don’t think I would have minded if a girl had won – but LISA no Fuckng way!


She bent over me and gave me a wicked grin. “I know you hate this,” she said obviously rubbing it in. She moved closer to my ear and whispered, “But that’s too bad. I’m going to do it anyway and there’s nothing you can do about it.”


I started to react with my legs and kick her in the worst way, when I felt her tongue on my clit and all my resistance melted away. My hormones took over and my pent-up sexual tension began ruling my brain.


The cheers also played a part. It was total surrender until . . . you guessed it I felt myself started to cum. “Mmmph, Mmmmph, Mmmmmmphhhhhhh!” I said as I spasmed from deep within my vagina.


I was so humiliated! One for having an orgasm, something so personal, in front of a huge crowd and two, for letting LISA be the one to do that to me! Of all people! I hated her all the more now. Of course, after the excitement of the moment passed, I hated myself too!


Lisa wiped off her lips with her hand and smiled the wickedest grin I had ever seen on another human being. She bent over and whispered in my ear, “I OWN you now!”


“Oh yeah? Like hell you do?” I snapped back, only that came out “Micph, elmmph oooo doommmph!:


She simply reached her fingers down between my legs and touched my now super-sensitive clit and playfully rubbed and I came all over again.


“Yeah,” she said with pride and self-assurance. “I think I do.”


I collapsed totally humiliated. I was so upset I didn’t care what happened to me the rest of the night or what anybody did. It didn’t matter. My will was broken. I had no energy left. I just laid there as the party went on around me.


I must have stayed on that table at least another two hours. People came up to me and, after looking at my naked, still messy body; smiled and went about the party. I was sure everybody knew what happened to me. They all seemed to want to share somehow – to indicate to me that they knew.


One geek-looking guy came up and nervously looked at me. He was quite shy and obviously was having a hard time making himself stare at me. I was so upset with myself I just spread my legs as wide as I could get them and said, “You want to look? Go ahead and get a GOOD look, you pervert!”


Of course he took me up on my invitation, but only for a moment. I felt bad for being so cruel. I figured I was the first or only one of a very few naked females he had ever seen in his life!


Then my pride took over. I wasn’t about to give up. I got mad and my temper started to rise. I was no quitter as they were soon going to find out! I got off my pity pot and marched over to Karen. “Where’s Lisa?” I asked angrily.


“She left a few minutes ago. Why?” Karen replied.


“I’ll tell her what I’m telling you now. I’m no quitter and if either of you think you can get me to be the first to drop out you are sadly mistaken. That job is mine and I’m going to get it and neither YOU nor that dumb bitch is going to keep me from getting it. I’ll survive anything you can throw at me. She’ll be the one that quits first. You’ll see.”


Karen smiled and looked me over. “You know I really think you mean that.”


“Of COURSE I mean that.” I snapped back.


“Good. Just wait until you see what I have planned for the two of you next.”


I spent the next awkward hour milling about the college kids still naked. I was afraid to get dressed again because of the sticky residual mess still on my skin and yes elsewhere too.


Once I relaxed a bit I started to have fun again. I was the only naked person in a room full of clothed people and they really seemed to enjoy not only my company but my body too. It bolstered my self-esteem to no end and after what happened I really needed that.


Of course I had to redress for the drive home. On the way, Karen just smiled at me. “You know you did well tonight.”


“Good,” I said a little flippantly.


“In fact, I’m feeling kind of generous, so I think I’m going to declare that you and Lisa are even now.”


“Really?”


“Yes. I know this was just a job to make up for using my blazer and really shouldn’t count but you really impressed me back there – by your muffled orgasm and your tenacity at not giving up. You earned it. Good luck with the next test.” Karen remarked.


Well at least something good came out of all this. I’m no longer behind. I’m wiping the slate clean and Lisa had better watch her back.


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[Hooked6]

Part 15
BY: HOOKED6



Nothing happened the next several days. I buried myself in my work which was just what I needed to keep my sanity. During that time, I avoided Lisa at all costs. In fact, I wasn’t even sure she was at work at all, which was fine by me.


Thursday afternoon Karen summoned Lisa and me to her office.


Lisa gave me that knowing grin as I entered Karen’s abode. It took all my effort not to strangle her. She knew that what she had done was so humiliating for me and she couldn’t wait to rub it in. I tried not to give her the satisfaction of knowing how ashamed I was so on the outside I was stoic and confident. On the inside my stomach was quivering; just being in the same room with her made me nauseous.


“You both probably realize that it’s time for the next test,” she explained. “As you may recall your first challenge was to see how well you performed under stress – a skill most necessary in today’s business world. This next challenge is designed to determine how well you can take direction. Middle management as you know is a difficult place to be. You have pressure from those who report to you and pressure from higher up in the organization. From time to time, you’ll be given an assignment that you will absolutely revile, yet you will be expected to carry it out. I want you both to know how it feels to get a difficult assignment as well as how it feels to carry it out.”


“Okay, I’ll bite,” I said sarcastically. “What it is that we have to do THIS time.”


“One of you will go first. We’ll determine that by the toss of a coin. The winner will get to make the loser do something of their own choosing that will test the player’s resolve to compete. That’s the part of management – coming up with the plan. I’m sure by now you both realize that these tests can be pretty humiliating so feel free to use your imagination along those lines. I will of course have to approve each test in advance to be sure no one will get into serious trouble, but other than that you can make it as embarrassing as you like. The loser’s job is to carry out the assignment. Failure to do so results in a forfeit. After the first person’s task is done, the roles will reverse so that each of you will get to play the role of management. Understand?”


“Yeah, I got it. If I go first, I can make Lisa here to whatever I want her to do, as long as you approve in advance. If she fails, I win.”


“That’s correct. Just remember that Lisa will still get her turn afterwards just to be fair.”


This was what I was waiting for, I thought. I will get a chance to make Lisa do whatever humiliating thing I want and the best part is that it all counts toward getting Karen’s recommendation! I’m going to LOVE this.


My mind went into overtime and a hundred possibilities came to mind. I was giddy with excitement. THIS was one test I was actually looking forward to.


“Okay Lisa, I’ll toss the coin and you call it in the air.” Karen said.


“HEY! Why does SHE get to call the coin?” I protested.


Lisa just smiled and in a feigned gracious tone said, “I don’t mind if Tracy wants the honors. She can call the coin. I believe in being a TEAM player, unlike some people I know.”


Damn, I screwed myself again by allowing her to take the moral high ground. When will I learn to just keep my big mouth shut?


“Okay, Tracy, call it while it’s in the air. Ready?” Karen asked as she tossed the coin high above her head.


“TAILS!” I shouted then the coin hit the floor.


“It’s heads. Lisa gets to play the role of manager first.”


Lisa’s grin gave me the creeps. I have absolutely the worst luck. I can’t even win a simple coin toss. No matter, so what if she goes first? That just means I have more time to come up with the PERFECT plan to humiliate that bitch when I get to be manager in this silly contest. I wouldn’t want to rush into anything and spoil my chance at savoring her torture!


“Lisa you will implement your plan tomorrow and Tracy, you can do yours on Saturday.” Karen announced.


I was going to protest about having to do mine at work but then I realized that Karen never said it HAD to be at work and I didn’t want Lisa to get any ideas.


Karen dismissed us and told Lisa to think about what she was going to have me do and get her permission before she left the office that day.


Quitting time arrived and no word from Lisa. That alone, made me feel better. At least she wasn’t going to have me wear something stupid like that clingy black dress again.


The following day I wore my usual business attire – a conservative skirt with matching blazer and a white blouse. Fridays were usually casual days but I had a couple of appointments and I hate attending meetings at the office wearing casual clothes. Casual Fridays may be good for employee morale, but I don’t think it makes a good impression on the clients.


I no sooner sat at my desk when Lisa came rounding the corner. “I guess you know why I’m here?” she asked snidely.


“You want to contribute to my birthday fund?” I retorted pretending not to be bothered.


“Cute. Laugh all you want. I hope you’ll still be laughing when today is through.”


Looking around to be sure we were alone I asked, “Okay let’s get this over with. What do I have to do?”


“Here,” she said handing me a small elliptical shaped piece of plastic about an inch and a half in length.


“Oh, how sweet! You brought me candy,” I said sarcastically.


“Yeah, uh-huh, just put it in.”


I gave her a puzzled look. I had no idea what I was holding or what on earth to do with it. “IN? In where?”


“You’re kidding, right? You really don’t know what this is?”


I looked at it earnestly and for the life of me I had no idea. “No, I’m afraid not. Is it some kind of token or something? I know, it’s a magnetic key! It unlocks something, right? I have to figure out what it unlocks.”


“You’re such a dweeb,” she said snidely. She took me by the hand and literally forced me out of my chair. “Come on. Follow me.”


I had no idea where we were heading until she pushed open the door of the Ladies’ lavatory. “Okay, enough of this non-sense. Either you put it in or I’ll do it for you.”


“In where?” I asked sincerely. “I really don’t know what you mean.”


“Just stick up your kitty like a tampon. Geesh, how stupid can you get?”


My eyes got wide when I realized where it was supposed to go. “Okay, just a minute,” I said and headed towards a stall for a little privacy.


“Oh no, I want to see it go in,” she said firmly.


“Why? Is it going to hurt me? It’s filled with something that’s going to burn, right? That’s how you’re going to torture me isn’t it? It’s got some irritant like maybe itching powder? You’re cruel! Okay I’m game. Have it your way.” Without hesitation I pulled down my pantyhose and panties and carefully inserted the plastic thingy. It was a tight fit and was a bit awkward but I managed it. “There, happy now? It’s in.”


Lisa smiled and said, “Okay, your test is to KEEP it in ALL day. You are not to EVER remove it until we meet back here at quitting time and I see you take it out. Got it?”


“That’s it? That’s all I have to do? Keep it in all day. No stupid dresses? No running around naked at the office? Gee, I thought you’d be a little more creative,” I remarked trying to psyche her out.


“That’s it, whore. Just keep it in. I’ll know if you take it out and you’ll be disqualified. Of course, if it becomes too much for you to handle just let me know. I’m betting you’ll fail this test and come begging me to let you take it out.”


“Yeah, like THAT will happen. This is a piece of cake, now if you’ll excuse me, I have to be going. Some of us actually have work to do. See you at quitting time.”


Lisa just grinned as I left. It was a bit awkward walking down the hallway. Though my pantyhose held it in, it seemed to roll around a bit inside of me as I took each step. It was just weird.


As I approached my cubicle I got sudden sharp shocking sensation in my vagina. It lasted only a fraction of a second but it knocked me for a loop. I thought maybe I imagined it or pulled a muscle or something. I stopped walking and tried to take stock of myself.


Well, whatever it was, it’s gone now, I thought. I took another few steps and there was another distinct shock-like vibration coming from deep within me sending a tremor throughout my body for several seconds! What in the hell was going on? Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped.


It’s coming from that thing, I surmised!


I looked back in Lisa’s direction and she was standing there grinning from ear to ear. She raised her hand and revealed a small box with a button on it. I saw her push it and the mysterious vibrations stared anew! This time they continued for at least a minute. I immediately felt myself getting sexually stimulated. Crap! This is some type of remote-controlled vibrator! I never used one myself, always preferring instead to use my fingers. (I can’t believe I just told you all that!)


I saw Lisa walk away leaving the damn thing on. Ooohhhhhh this was driving me crazy!! After a couple of minutes, I was mentally begging for it to quit. It didn’t. I quickly sat down and scooted my chair under my desk. I discovered that sitting only intensified the tremors flying throughout my body. I was getting so close to an orgasm. Damn that Lisa she was doing it to me again! I HATED that she had that power over me – that she could force me into something so intimate and personal. Something I usually enjoyed was being tainted by the mental image of someone I truly DESPISED!


I looked around and people were working all around me. I was mortified by the thought that I might cum with all these people around – yet I so desperately WANTED release. Then it stopped.


I was disappointed in a weird sort of way.


I collected myself, which was hard to do as I knew I was truly wet and my hormones were now in high gear.


Just concentrate on work, I told myself.


Several minutes passed and all was quiet. Maybe she’s out of range. Maybe it only works when she’s close to me. If that was the case all I had to do was keep an eye out for her. If she wasn’t around, I’d be in the clear. In the meantime, I could attend to my regular duties.


So, on I went for about 45 minutes. I found myself looking around every now and then to see if I could spot her, which fortunately I didn’t.


OOohhhhhh . . . it started again. Then it stopped. I got up and looked around but no Lisa. Then I saw it.


On the wall was that darned box with the button and a printed little sign underneath that merely said “PANIC BUTTON.”


A small group of girls were standing around looking at it.


“Cute,” one of them said. “A Panic Button; with my deadlines I need one.” Then giggling she pushed it and AAAAGGghhhhhhhhh! She turned it on!


I tried my best not to make a sound as I stood there practically in convulsions.


“Let me try,” Candi said and she reached over and pushed it. Thank goodness. It was off.


“Maybe you have to push it like a dozen times – you know for stress relief,” April said and proceeded to do just that. On – off, On – off, On – off. I wanted to go over there and just smack the crap out of her!


“Oh, this is soooo much fun! Wait until I tell everybody!” April said and she pressed it one last time leaving it on!


I’m never going to make it to quitting time!

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