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Part 7
BY: Hooked6



“Mr. Goddard!” I said apprehensively. I was painfully aware of my breasts jiggling quite noticeably unrestrained as they were beneath my blouse as I walked over to shake his hand. “Please, won’t you sit down?”


“I’m sorry,” he said seriously. “I seem to have caught you at an awkward moment.” I saw him glancing toward the floor where my torn clothes were still strewn about haphazardly next to the wall. I hadn’t had a chance to pick them up and hide them before he entered.


“Um, yes . . . you’ll have to excuse me. I sort of had a wardrobe malfunction,” I replied trying to interject some humor into an awkward situation. I felt like an adolescent girl caught naked by her dad. Even though I was dressed for the most part, I was still humiliated!


Obviously not amused, Mr. Goddard continued, “Yes, well, I won’t keep you I just wanted to have a brief word about our negotiations.”


I started to panic. All I could think of was that he must have been offended by our impromptu meeting Saturday when he caught me naked and now, catching me dressed less than professional at the office, was the icing on the cake. I was already concerned that I was on thin ice. I could see this contract slipping away for good and all because of my stupidity.


“Mr. Goddard I’m sure we can work things out,” I said and launched into a small sales pitch highlighting some of the best reasons to do business with our firm. The entire time I was aware that he was staring not into my eyes but at my boobs – and he wasn’t smiling. I knew that my nipples and areolas were almost in plain sight as my partially sheer blouse wasn’t meant to be worn without a camisole or bra.


Impatiently he interrupted me before I could finish making my point. “Yes, yes, I understand all that. The reason I dropped by is that I wondered if we could arrange a luncheon meeting tomorrow. I’d like to bring an associate of mine along who’s very good at this sort of thing. Perhaps the three of us can make some progress.”


Well at least he wasn’t closing the door on my proposal and giving up on me altogether. “Of COURSE, that would be wonderful!”


He gave me the details of where and when and to save time told me to meet him at the restaurant. I eagerly thanked him and walked him to my door where upon he gave me one more long disapproving look before quipping, “I’ll leave you now to attend to your, what was it, wardrobe malfunction?”


“Yes sir, thank you sir. I’m sorry about all this.”


Blast it all. I came within an inch of screwing this up completely – and THIS time it was all LISA’S fault. There wouldn’t have BEEN a wardrobe malfunction if SHE hadn’t caused it! I also had to give Karen some credit though because if it wasn’t for her instruction to leave work Friday wearing my underwear and the fact that she took me home to get dressed before coming to work that bitch would have ruined my ONLY set of clothes. At least thanks to Karen I had a spare set!


I spent the rest of the afternoon kicking myself and reliving the whole sordid affair.


I knew that Karen and I had some sort of weird chemistry together that seemed to work in my favor – despite all the embarrassment her antics often caused. I really wanted to, “stay in it for the long haul” as Karen had put it, and see what developed. But Lisa’s strange behavior had me worried. I had a decision to make – stay with Karen and suffer the consequences of Lisa’s wrath or give it up altogether.


Maybe there was a third alternative. I decided to try and reason with Lisa and see if I could reach a compromise wherein we BOTH could be winners. I also decided to carefully seek Karen’s advice WITHOUT specifically mentioning what had happened today. I mean women can be subtle with each other and still get our points across. Only MEN seem to prefer DIRECT, “lay-it-all-on-the-table” interaction.


Later that afternoon Karen came to my office. “Hey girl, I have an idea. How about after work we do something together.”


I really needed to prepare for my meeting with Mr. Goddard and really should have declined but perhaps getting together for a short time might give me the opportunity to talk with her about Lisa.


“Well, I am rather busy and I do have to prepare for a luncheon meeting tomorrow, but if we aren’t out too long, I’d guess that would be okay.”


“Ooooh, a LUNCHEON meeting,” she said teasingly. How impressive; with whom?”


I told her all the details about Mr. Goddard and his associate and how important it was that I be at my best.

“In that case I have the just the thing!”


“Yeah?”


“A Carnival.”


“A carnival? How on earth will THAT help?”


“Well, you said that it is important that you be sharp tomorrow. I know just how to do it. Trust me,” she said smiling.


Why did she have to say “Trust me?” Of course, that clinched it and I HAD to agree to go. She told me call her after I left the office and got home.


Later after work I did as she instructed and called her.


“Tonight I want you to wear a one-piece outfit. Do you own anything like that?” she asked.


“Well, I do have a one-piece sun-dress. It’s a white, loose-fitting tank top that flairs to a skirt, why?”


“That’s PERFECT! Wear that and NOTHING else,” she instructed. “I’ll pick you up.”


“But the dress is white!” I protested but she had already hung up the phone. Oh well, Karen was up to something and I resigned myself just to trust her and wait and see. Who knows, maybe it would be fun after all.


I stripped out of my clothes and tried on the dress. Not too bad. There was just a hint of my neatly trimmed, dark patch of pubic hair showing through the material, but nothing overtly indecent. I felt a little better about it.


I hadn’t been to a carnival since I was a kid! Part of me was really looking forward to it. I had such good memories of the times I had been before – the popcorn and cotton candy – the rides and games of chance. I think they prefer to call them games of skill these days. Anyway, I always managed to win a stuffed animal as a prize for knocking down the stack of milk bottles with a baseball. Everyone always said I threw like a girl (duh?) but maybe that’s what it took to actually WIN at that game! One thing was certain and that was that most of the boys I knew never did win anything for their girlfriends. It pissed them off big time to see me do it!


When we arrived at the carnival, I was so excited. All the familiar sounds and smells made me feel unbelievably euphoric! I wanted to try everything! Of course, it was ever so crowded but that didn’t matter.


Karen and I walked around checking things out. I even got to play the milk bottle game. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as good at it as I had remembered because I didn’t win squat! But it was fun.


Darkness settled in and the neon lights were so beautiful lighting up the nighttime sky! Karen was right – after all the stress I had been through this was just what I needed. My mind was clear and I was relaxed. She had no idea how much I appreciated her talking me into this.


“Tracy.” She said finally. “Let’s have a little fun. For the next half hour, I want you to walk with your hands clasped together in front of you. No matter what happens don’t separate or move your hands.” She gave me that weird smile that told me she was up to something.


“Okay,” I replied nervously and did as she instructed.


She took me on a couple of rides and I sat in each of them with my hands tightly together in front of me at my waist. Having to hold my hands like that really increased the thrill of the already exciting rides. Perhaps that was the point. I was giving up control – like I wasn’t able to hide my face as the roller coaster plunged 60 feet straight down or brace myself against the seat safety bar as the ride turned this way and that. What a lesson in self-control – and trust. This was fun, I thought!


“OH,” Karen said excitedly as we exited the Tilt-a-Whirl ride, “A FUNHOUSE! Let’s try it out! Only this time put your hands on your head as we walk through it.”


“Okay!” I answered eagerly. I had trusted her before and it was amazing the difference it made. It improved my self-confidence immeasurably.


Karen gave the attendant our tickets and we walked up the ramp to the trailer-like attraction. The ramp led to a metal platform that extended all the way down the length of the trailer before reaching the actual entrance. I assumed this was for crowd control or something. I was behind Karen who was taking her ever-loving time walking the platform when it happened!


All of a sudden, I heard a loud “PSSSsssstt” sound, and my dress literally flew up well above my waist for a few seconds exposing my naked pelvis to the crowd below! I screamed and heard laughter from the people standing on the ground looking up! They all had gotten an eyeful. My screaming only attracted their attention all the more. It occurred to me that the people below were loitering around this attraction because they knew what was going to happen and had probably seen the panties of a dozen girls already that night – only I wasn’t WEARING PANTIES!


Karen was laughing hysterically as she inched along the platform impeding my progress. I kept looking down to see if I could spot another air jet nozzle – not that I could do anything about it mind you, but I wanted to know.


Then it happened again – PSSSSSssssssttttttttttt – only much longer this time and with enough force to blow my sundress clear above my breasts! I was COMPLETELY EXPOSED to the crowd much to their delight!


Karen had stopped in front of me making me stand over that stupid air jet!!! I screamed and the jet kept going PSSSSSsssssssssstttttttttttt. I looked over at the ticket taker who had an evil smile on his face as he was obviously the one pressing the button. People to the left of the funhouse saw my naked ass and people ahead of me to the right saw my kitty and boobs!


FINALLY, that idiot shut it off! Karen was doubled over in laughter as were much of the crowd. Still, I walked on with my hands on top of my head following her. How STUPID was THAT?!


Once more a short jet blew my skirt up above my waist before we left the platform and entered the Funhouse itself!


The first thing I noticed was that there wasn’t anyone actually IN the Funhouse. I figured that everyone knew the “FUN” was in watching some poor foolish girl on the way in – not in actually partaking of the attraction itself!!


It was fairly dark. Karen turned to me still giggling and said, “You know what these are like, right?”


“Well, yeah. You walk along several dark corridors and things pop out and scare the crap out of you!”


“I want to put you on edge even more,” she said still giggling. “Give me your dress.”


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Part 8
BY: Hooked6




“What, HERE?!” I yelled. “You’re crazy!”


“No, I’m not.” She replied calmly. “You’ll experience something really special. It’ll be fun. I’ll take the dress and go on ahead and I’ll meet you at the exit with your clothing.”


“I don’t know . . .”


“Come on, you promised to do whatever I asked didn’t you?” Karen reminded me. “Besides it’s fairly dark in here.”


I pondered my options but there weren’t many. “Okay,” I said as I pulled the loose-fitting dress over my head.


“Count to twenty fairly slowly and then come on after me. But you have to WALK through the Funhouse - don’t run! I certainly don’t want you to get hurt running in the dark.”


That made sense so I agreed. As Karen went out of sight I started to get very and I mean VERY anxious. There was nothing to legitimately explain my nudity if I was caught. I could hear the muffled sounds of the carnival outside reminding me that there was a huge crowd milling around out there and at any moment someone might come in!


I counted to twenty and proceeded to walk. I had only taken a few steps in the creepy red glow of the Funhouse when a bell went off “RINNNGGGG” and a lighted clown face popped out of a cabinet scaring me half to death. My adrenalin was already tanked up because of my nudity! That stupid clown sent it off the charts! When I realized it was just a clown I laughed out loud to keep my sanity!


I walked on further and strobe lights went off illuminating my body. Gee, I don’t look half bad under these lights I thought to myself! The lights went off and I walked on. Gee this ride is pretty lame – except of course for my lack of clothes. Maybe that’s what Karen was trying to teach me - that ANY situation no matter how mundane can be fun with a little imagination. Not a bad thought I supposed.


I saw a corner up ahead and figured something would scare me so I slowed down and leaned against the far wall expecting some clown or mechanized monster to pop up and scare me. Nothing happened. I crept along a little closer and stopped once again. I tried peering around the corner to see if I could see anything.


“AHHHHHHHH!” I screamed as I felt something on my boob! I looked down and it was a hand – a REAL hand, fondling my naked breast! I almost panicked until I heard Karen laughing. It was HER hand and it was now sensually massaging my nipple. I was instantly repulsed and aroused at the same time. Another woman was touching me! I instinctively pulled her hand off my body as she chuckled. I must admit I was shocked realizing that I was starting to get wet. No, that’s sick! I thought and tried to focus on matters at hand! Imagine, another woman doing that to me!


She took off ahead once again leaving me in the dark. I certainly couldn’t have too much farther to go as that trailer wasn’t that big! After another two episodes of howling monsters and sudden buzzers I saw an illuminated sign that said “EXIT THIS WAY with an arrow pointing through a black curtain.


Good, I thought. I’ll meet Karen at the door, get back into my dress and exit outside! Just then I heard the unmistakable sounds of other people in the Funhouse and they were coming towards me! They were at the howling monster which was unacceptably close. There was no time to lose! I walked through the curtain and got the shock of my life!


I was now OUTSIDE the Funhouse and in the House of Glass! That stupid Funhouse was attached to the House of Glass attraction. I could see Karen only about fifteen feet from me holding my dress! I looked back and saw a couple of teenage guys coming out of the Funhouse so I took off towards Karen and – BAM! I ran smack dab into a glass panel! Ouch that hurt!


I could see the blurred faces of many, many people on the ground watching me and pointing at my naked body! I quickly tried another direction – BAM - another glass panel! I was never going to get out of this place! I put my arms out to feel my way along . . . glass . . . glass . . . opening! GREAT! I darted through the opening and THUMP – glass panel. I don’t know if any of you reading this have ever been in an old-fashioned house of glass, but trust me, it is not easy detecting true openings from plexiglass panels blocking your way. . . until you run right into one.


I must have twisted and turned a couple of dozen times trying to get out of that place. The more worried I became about how long I was exposed the faster I tried to go and BAM – glass panel! ( I can hear you all laughing as you are reading this so all I can say is that I STRONGLY suggest that you try it yourself before making fun of me! It ain’t that easy I can assure you!


I meandered around working my way ever closer to Karen and then – BAM- another damn panel. The real passageway led me AWAY from her in another direction. I could hear her laughing. I realized that she must have planned this whole thing in advance – even down to knowing where to stand to confuse me!


More people gathered down below and I was starting to get worried! I looked back and the teenagers were gaining on me and they too were making rude comments about my butt and boobs! I felt like a trapped rat in a glass cage! Wait a minute – that’s what I was!


I managed to finally get to the real exit and let out a HUGE cry of relief as I felt the cool night air! I was free at last! Karen was hurrying up the steps of the platform to give me my dress back. I huddled my arms around me and bent over trying to cover myself as best I could until she reached me. She held out her outstretched arm with my dress as she took the last few steps up the ramp.


Then it happened! One of the teenage boys that had been following me pushed past me and grabbed my dress right out of Karen’s hand and ran down the ramp with it!


I screamed, which was the wrong thing to do, let me tell you! I had more people turn their heads to look at me that up until then had been totally oblivious to my nudity! They were looking now, though!


“GIVE ME BACK MY DRESS!” I shouted angrily.


The other boy, who was still behind me said, “What’s in it for us?”


I was about to punch his lights out when he actually had the nerve to say, “You can have the dress back if you let us have a feel! You know you want to.”


“PERVERT!” I yelled. “NO FRICKEN WAY!”


Karen was just a flabbergasted as I was at the sudden turn of events. I was sure that THIS wasn’t planned.


The boy shrugged his shoulders and pushed his way passed me and joined his friend at the bottom of the ramp who continued to taunt me with my dress.


Well, I certainly wasn’t going to just stand there naked as the crowd grew larger so I boldly walked down the ramp with full intentions of getting my dress back – one way or another!


The boys seeing that I was coming after them took off running as I reached the ground. Then Karen tapped me on the shoulder.


“Ah don’t look now but I think things are about to get interesting,” she whispered in my ear. I looked up and saw a cop coming towards us! THIS time there was no protest permit to hide behind. I was screwed!


“What’s going on here?” he asked rather officially.


Karen spoke up and said, “Some boys stole her dress and . . .” she suddenly pointed, “and THERE THEY GO!” He turned his head just in time to see the two of them running away with my clothing.


“HEY YOU KIDS!” he yelled and took off after them. I saw him talking into his radio as he chased them.


NOW what was I going to do? I was naked in the middle of a carnival midway surrounded by a crowd of enthusiastic people. It was like a scene from an MTV Spring Break program only it was happening to me!
People were cheering and whooping it up. Karen tried to clear a path for me to walk away but they only followed. I was getting very scared indeed. It would have been totally erotic if the crowd wasn’t so big!


Finally, the policeman returned with my dress and handed it to me. It was torn but wearable.


“Thank you,” I said nervously as I quickly put it on – much to the disappointment of the crowd. Lucky for me those boys had been around otherwise I might have been caught naked without an excuse and been in REAL trouble.


“They got away,” the officer said. “They dropped the dress and ran when they saw me chasing them. Don’t worry they won’t get far. My partners are after them as we speak. Do you want to press charges for assault?”


“Um, no that’s okay. They were just having fun and things got out of hand. No harm done,” I explained.


“Well, if, you are sure?” he asked and I once again confirmed my desire to let things drop. He smiled and tipped his hat and resumed his rounds.
They crowd also disbursed leaving Karen and me alone.


She looked at me and then suddenly busted out laughing.


“What’s so funny?” I asked.


“YOU are, silly. Have you looked at your dress?”


“No,” I replied then looked down. That little tear actually ran all the way up the dress to my belly button leaving a wide gap between my legs. My pubes were easily seen by anyone passing by.


I quickly reached down and held the dress closed.


“Let’s play a game,” Karen said slyly.


“Now what?” I asked nervously.


“If in the next 60 seconds some girl gets her dress blown up at the Funhouse revealing her panties to the crowd – you walk around the carnival leaving your dress alone. Whatever happens, happens.”


“And if no girl gets exposed?”


“I’ll wear your dress until we go home.”


WOW I thought. I have never been able to bargain with her before on one of her games. Maybe she was feeling badly for what had happened to me.


“Okay, you’re on. Start timing.” I said as we both watched.


Darned if it wasn’t just a few seconds before some bimbo was dumb enough to flash her panties as she stepped over the air jet.


I was stuck walking around the rest of the night without touching my torn dress! And I had that meeting with Mr. Goddard tomorrow!


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Part 9
By: Hooked6



I put my arms at my sides and did my best not to interfere with the natural movements of the dress as we walked around. Mostly I flashed a lot - and I mean a LOT - of thigh and a few times much more. I was aware that I was the object of attention of almost every male within a hundred feet of me. Everywhere I looked, men were watching me. I could almost feel the testosterone. THAT was certainly a weird feeling as I had never sensed such a thing before.


It was good for me actually to walk around like this. After what had happened in the House of Glass my self-confidence was at an all-time low. Being stared at by all those males made me feel appreciated. It brought my mood up.


After several minutes of laughter our conversation ebbed. I decided that this might be a good time to broach the subject of Lisa.


“Karen,” I said pensively, “How is Lisa doing these days? I haven’t seen much of her lately.” I was hoping she would realize that spending so much time with me she was actually neglecting her real friend.


“She’s fine, why do you ask?”


“Oh, just wondering. You two seem pretty close. I’d hate to think that I might cause a problem between you two.”


“That’s ridiculous!” Karen said incredulously. “You have no idea how much time we DO spend together. Besides, she’s my best FRIEND, you’re just my plaything.” With that she abruptly changed the subject. “I’d like some cotton candy. What do you say we get some before we head home?”


Well, I certainly didn’t handle that very well. At least I planted a seed so to speak and maybe she’ll at least think about Lisa a bit more in the future – which hopefully would mean she’d pay less attention to me.


I was tired the following day at work, which was a bad thing as I really wanted my meeting with Mr. Goddard to go well.


After collecting my thoughts and spending some much needed time on preparation I was as ready for him as I would ever be. I took my folder and headed out for the restaurant. I wanted to get there early so I could pick out the perfect table for our discussion. I would hate to arrive in the middle of the lunch hour rush and get stuck at a table next to the kitchen door or worse, the bus-boy’s station. That would be terribly distracting and counter-productive. I didn’t want to leave anything to chance.


I was also wearing one of my best dress suits – a white blouse with a red blazer and mid-thigh length matching skirt. I even wore thigh-high stockings instead of pantyhose just to give me a “secret” edge and bolster my self-confidence. I figured if I FELT sexy and confident I would BE sexy and confident.


The restaurant my client selected was quite elegant with marble floors, fine full-length linen tablecloths and live ornate plants decorating the several dining areas. I managed to secure an intimate rectangular table against a corner wall – perfect for conducting business.


As I sat there with my back to the wall waiting, I looked over my material one final time. I was startled a bit by someone sitting down next to me.


“Lisa?” I said totally bewildered. “What on earth are you doing here?”


She just looked at me menacingly without saying a word. My clients would be arriving soon and the LAST thing I needed was for Lisa to cause a scene. “I can’t talk now. I have a business meeting to conduct.”


“I know,” she said simply, “with Mr. Goddard. Karen told me this morning.” She just kept looking at me sternly.


Finally, I had endured enough. “Just what is it that you want?”


“You couldn’t leave it alone, could you? I saw the two of you last night. Karen was supposed to take ME to that carnival yesterday. Instead, she called and told me she couldn’t make it. I suspected that something was up so I went anyway and what did I see?”


“Now Lisa . . .” I said cautiously. “You’re blowing this all out of proportion. It’s not what it looks like!”


“I warned you not to mess with me and to leave Karen alone!”


“Now just a darn minute, I talked with Karen yesterday about it and even suggested that she spend more time with you. Just ask her yourself.”


“Oh, she told me you brought up the fact that you thought I was jealous. Do you know what she said? She told me to get over it! Can you believe that? She told ME to get over it!”


“Oh . . .” I said empathetically.


Lisa’s expression turned to one of despair. “I think you need another lesson as obviously you learned NOTHING from our last encounter.”


“I’m warning you Lisa, if you try anything today, I’ll call the cops and press charges and I mean it.” I said authoritatively.


“Oh, I’m not going to do anything TO you,” Lisa said smugly. “You’re going to do it voluntarily.”


“What?!”


Lisa had a smirk on her face as she pulled out a large envelope and placed it on the table. She reached inside and pulled out several 8 by 10 inch photos and began laying them on the table in front of me.


I almost had a stroke! The photos were damning to be sure. There I was standing naked inside the House of Glass at the carnival. Another photo showed the two leering teenage boys standing beside me obviously enjoying themselves and the last photo showed me totally naked with a stern looking cop standing in front of me as if he was giving me a lecture!! If the photos were viewed in that order anyone would assume that I was in deep trouble!


I studied them for a minute and then looked up at Lisa almost pleading for forgiveness before I even said anything. “I don’t know what to say, that is, um, I want to say . . . what is it that you want?” I finally asked as nervous as I could be.


Lisa kept her cool. She smiled and very simply said, “I want your skirt.”


“Oh, is THAT all?” I asked sarcastically.


“No, actually I want your panties too.”


“You’re kidding, right?” I asked hopefully.


“Nope, you don’t HAVE to give them to me though. You COULD keep them. I wonder what Mr. Goddard would say if I showed these to him, or Mr. Darthwaite for that matter.” She looked at me slyly. “You know what? I think I’ve changed my mind. I’ve decided I’d rather just stay here and have lunch with you guys. I think it will be a whole lot more fun seeing their faces when I tell them what you did last night. I’m sure they’ll like the photos too!”


My client was surely going to arrive any minute with his associate. I couldn’t very well . . . oh what choice did I really have? If there was one thing I knew for certain and that was Lisa’s determination. She meant what she said and we both knew it! Maybe I could pull this off somehow. Or maybe sneak out before they got here. I could tell them I was delayed and then go up the street to get a new outfit. I’d probably embarrass myself in front of a few strangers but anything was better than doing it in front my client! It was still early.


“Okay Lisa, I’ll give you my skirt,” I remarked.


“AND your panties,” she added with an evil smile.


“Fine and my panties, but later on you, Karen and I are going to have a long talk.”


“No, we aren’t.” Lisa snapped. “There will be no meeting because you aren’t going to say a word to her about this. Not unless you want these photos spread around.”


“Fine,” I said again wanting to expedite this and get her out of here.


I looked around and saw that no one was paying any particular attention to our corner of the room. I unbuttoned the skirt and swiftly slid it off and handed it to Lisa. I did the same with my panties.


Of course, Lisa was in no mood to be charitable and just held onto my skirt in plain view with my flowery panties on top of the skirt!


My naked butt felt weird against the cool leather chair.


I hurriedly covered myself with the red linen napkin.


Lisa stood up and after gathering up her photos said “I trust your meeting will be productive.” She giggled and started to walk away but then, as an afterthought turned around and added, “Oh and we aren’t through with each other yet. This is just a little prelude to a much bigger dealing later on. WE have things to resolve.”


I cringed as I saw her haphazardly carrying my panties and skirt over her arm as she boldly walked right through the dining room.


I looked at my watch. I still had fifteen minutes before our meeting was to take place. If I left now, I could get something else to wear and be only a little late. Besides what executive ever showed up to a meeting on time? They’re all fashionably late, I tried to convince myself. It’s a power thing I thing. Of course, I would be flashing my naked ass to anyone who happened to look my way, but it was a necessary risk I had to take.


I spied a side door not too far from me and thought that was where I would make my mad dash in order to leave. It was perfect as it would keep me from leaving via the main entrance where all the customers would be gathering shortly.


I swallowed hard and started to get up when I heard a familiar voice say, “Tracy! There you are. I’m glad you came early. We have lots to discuss.”


It was Mr. Goddard and at his side was a lovely female assistant just a little older than I was! I bent over the table practically hugging the tablecloth to keep myself covered and shook their hands. I couldn’t sit down fast enough and my napkin made it back to my lap at the speed of light!


“This is Penny Livingston the associate I was telling you about,” he said by way of explanation.


Mr. Goddard took a chair directly opposite me and to my surprise and utter dismay Penny sat in the chair right next to me!

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Thank you for posting! I loved when the boys were the wildcard and suddenly Karen and the MC weren't in control. Also curious on the cliffhanger of the associate and how that plays out.

Part 10
BY: Hooked6



My mouth went dry and I quickly reached for my water glass. I kept fidgeting with my napkin trying my best to keep myself covered without drawing unwanted attention.


We made small talk for a few minutes and the waiter came and took our drink orders. I tried my best to hide the anxiety in my voice but I don’t think I was doing a very good job of it.


After several minutes of pleasantries, Mr. Goddard spotted someone he knew across the room. “Excuse me ladies, but I must chat with a friend of mine for a few moments. You two get better acquainted while I’m gone.” He stood up and left leaving me alone with Penny.


I fidgeted with my spoon for a moment as Penny sat silently. Finally, she moved her chair closer to me and whispered, “Okay, what’s going on?”


“ON?” I said with my voice squeaking. “Why, whatever do you mean?”


She looked me right in the eyes and smiled. “Well for one thing you’re as nervous as a cat in a dog pound. Look at the way you’re messing with that spoon. And for another, you’re only wearing a napkin!”

OH. MY. GAWD! She knows!!!


“I . . . ah . . . That is . . . oh crap!” I said babbling like an idiot.


“Calm down,” she whispered sweetly.


“How’d you know?” I asked without thinking.


Giggling she replied, “I can see the end your thigh highs and the bare skin of your butt on the chair. That napkin isn’t big enough to hide all of you!”


My heart literally stopped beating. I was busted!!!!!


“Is this some sort of dare?” she asked playfully.


“No, and I rather not go into it if that’s okay. This is just AWFUL! I’m so sorry.” I said choking on my words. “Oh, PLEASE DON’T GIVE ME AWAY, I’d just die!”


Penny smiled and winked at me just as Mr. Goddard returned to our table. I was ready to piss on the chair as my muscles were so weak from fright. I just knew that she was going to blow the whole thing!


“Well, how have you two been getting along?” he asked taking his seat. I looked over at Penny as tears welled up a bit in my eyes. Here it comes, I thought. I’m so screwed.


“Very well, actually,” she said giving me another wink. “I’m quite impressed with Tracy’s credentials.”


Credentials? We never discussed my credentials. I then realized she wasn’t going to say anything. I sighed long and hard.


“Everything okay, Tracy,” Mr. Goddard asked? Oh hell, I must a have sighed out loud!


“Yes, certainly; I was just . . . admiring this place. It’s wonderful.”


“It IS marvelous, isn’t it?” he remarked as he studied his menu.


I was on pins and needles all through lunch. Like most working lunches we saved the actual business discussion until after we had eaten.


I was quite concerned about the people at the table next to us as a man seated there kept looking over at me. I could just imagine that if Penny could see my naked butt on the chair – so could he! Mercifully he didn’t make a scene.


Penny was acting quite playfully for someone who was held in such high regard by her employer. I still wasn’t sure what to make of her or if I could trust her.


When the moment came to actually begin negotiations, I cleared a spot on the table and opened my folder. Penny inched ever so close to me, ostensibly to get a better look at my documents that her chair was almost on top of mine!


As we sat there talking back and forth on the finer points of reaching a deal, something happened that literally took my breath away. I let out an audible gasp as I felt Penny’s hand slowly reach under my napkin! She began running her fingers through my pubic hair as I was right in the middle of answering a question for Mr. Goddard! It took all my courage NOT to react and I did my best to just keep talking.


When I was through speaking, I looked over at Penny who just smiled at me as she agreed with the point, I had just made, all the while twisting my short hairs around her fingers.


What on earth was she playing at?!


Our discussions continued and to my surprise she actually started taking my company’s position on certain issues that Mr. Goddard and I had previously been at an impasse over.


“What do you think Tracy about reducing the amount for this service to 10% net?” Mr. Goddard asked.


“Well, I think that . . . ahHHHhh,” my voice rose in crescendo as I felt Penny remove the napkin from my lap entirely leaving my pelvis totally exposed.


“Go on,” he urged.


“I think that 10% net is . . . Ooo. . . umm . . . ” my voice broke again as I felt Penny’s fingers rubbing little circles on my clitoris.


“Fine 10% is too low then. Okay, how about 13%?” he asked as if we were negotiating.


I really don’t . . . hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” I said almost losing it completely as she actually inserted a finger inside of me!!


“15% and that’s the best I can live with!” he said directly.


Actually, my company had authorized a rate as low as 11% so I was pleased to see that he was willing to agree to such a generous fee for that particular service. “Done,” I said breathing rapidly now as Penny was fingering me with a vengeance!


“You sure get into these tough negotiations, don’t you?” He asked obviously referring to my heavy breathing.


I couldn’t believe what was happening! A perfect stranger was trying her best to get me off while I sat bottomless in an elite restaurant as a VERY important client sat right across from me totally oblivious to what was going on!! I was sopping wet and totally embarrassed.


“You drive a hard bargain, sir.” I replied answering his question. I then looked over at that man at the next table who had previously been giving me the eye. He was all smiles and I knew that he was watching EVERYTHING! And I do mean EVERYTHING!


Penny asked for a counter-concession from me on the length of the contract and proposed increasing the term another year while holding the fees the same. At the same time, she also increased the rate of her fingering such that I was close to an orgasm.


I had no such authority to agree to that request but it was too late I felt pressure building below and . . . Oooooooo, aahhhhhhhhhhh, hmm, hmmm, hmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmm” I muttered under my breath as I came so hard it was all I could do not to shout.


“I take you that you agree then,” he said seriously.

“YES!” I said emphatically. The “Yes” was actually for my pleasure not answering his question but that’s how he took it.


“Penny, I think that was all she could give. I believe we have a deal!” he said as he wiped his mouth with his napkin ad placed it on the table. Penny just chuckled a bit at the inside joke and agreed with her boss.


I know he meant something totally different but he was right. I COULDN’T possibly have given any more. I was totally drained as Penny slid her fingers out from my inner most spot. I was totally embarrassed as I saw her wiping them with her napkin in plain view of Mr. Goddard. She did it so nonchalantly that I don’t think he suspected anything but it was still humiliating to watch!


Much to my relief Penny carefully replaced the napkin back on my lap as she chatted with her boss. After a few more minutes of business conversation, Mr. Goddard said it was time to wrap things up as he had to get back to the office.


Penny got out of her chair as her boss stood to pay the bill.


“I’ll get that,” I said still seated. He smiled appreciatively and put his company credit card back into his wallet. Penny gathered her things and left ahead of him.


“I’m glad that you and Penny got along as well as you did,” he said as he shook my hand. He then smiled such a weird smile that sent chills up my spine and added, “She has such a way of conducting business, doesn’t she?” He left without waiting for an answer.


Oh, for Pete’s sake, I thought. Don’t tell me he knew . . . that she was all part of the plan to get me to agree . . . I felt so used!! Then my rational mind took control and reassured me that I was just over-imagining things. Surely not!


As my heart rate got back to normal the full weight of my present situation hit home. I was still bottomless and I STILL had to get out of here!


The restaurant was at capacity now so a quick escape was NOT an option. I had to THINK!


Finally, I got an idea. I waited until most everything had been cleared from the table and then moved the remaining things off to the side and lifted the linen tablecloth off the table and carefully wrapped it around my waist forming a makeshift skirt. Yes, I know, I was STEALING but needs must I justified to myself.


I was able to make it to that side door I had spotted earlier without incident and soon I was outside.


I drove myself home and changed my outfit and returned to work.


Mr. Darthwaite was pleased that I finally landed a contract though he was less than thrilled that I extended the term without permission. All in all, he seemed okay with everything which made me feel quite relieved. FINALLY, I had some GOOD news to report to him after all those months of accomplishing nothing!


Upon reflection I hated to admit it but here was another contract - the success of which I had to attribute at least partially to Karen and Lisa! In some weird way they were the biggest career boosters I had ever seen!


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Part 11

By: Hooked6



Over the course of the next few days, I continued to wonder what Lisa was going to do with those photos. I had to get them back or face an uncertain future under her thumb.


I know what you’re thinking, that I seem pretty willing to be under Karen’s thumb serving at her pleasure, why not Lisa too? There was just something about Lisa that stuck in my craw. Basically, I couldn’t stand the girl. She was a petty, stuck–up, feckless do nothing, that always thought she was better than everyone else. I call her types “plastic people” because despite her looks, nothing about her is real – not even her boobs.


I planned and plotted and plotted and planned as to how to not only get my photos back but humiliate Lisa in the process. Although most of my ideas were wildly outrageous, none of them were practical. There was really no possible way that I could pull them off.


One day Karen had a light schedule at work and asked me to join her for lunch. I agreed and as we were sitting there talking, I felt strangely at ease.


It was as though we shared a special friendship. I hadn’t felt that before so I decided to confide in her my problem.


“Karen,” I said cautiously, “I have a problem with Lisa and it’s worrying me to death. You see she has these photos . . .”


“You mean of you naked at the carnival?” she asked plainly.


“You KNOW about those?!”


“Oh sure, I arranged for her to take them,” Karen admitted without remorse.


I was in shock! I felt betrayed and manipulated. “YOU?! You did that on purpose?!”


“Let’s just say it was all part of the plan,” she said casually as she ate her lunch.


I was furious. Just when I thought I could TRUST her, I discover how devious she really is! I was angry as I asked, “PLAN?! It was all part of what PLAN?!”


Karen stopped eating and collected her thoughts. “Tracy, you’ve got a good thing here. Don’t blow it. Just drop it okay? If the photos are all you’re worried about – you have no reason to fear. They won’t bother you anymore. In fact, I’ll arrange to get them to you if you want.”


“You and Lisa . . . you two set me up at the restaurant?! You knew what was going to happen? I can’t believe it!!”


“Calm down,” Karen said. “You’re getting yourself all worked up over nothing. It’s no big deal.”


“Maybe not for YOU, but it is for ME!!” I snapped. “What were you planning on doing, blackmailing me for more money? What is 25% of my salary not enough for you?!”


“Someday when you’re ready, I’ll explain it all to you. For now, just go with the flow. You’ve had fun so far; I know for a FACT that you have AND you’ve done fairly well with your career as a bonus.” Karen explained. “I know you’re upset now but trust me, everything is fine.”


I sat there and stewed. I was pissed and she knew it. And to think that I thought LISA was the one I had a problem with.


We sat in silence as Karen returned to finishing her lunch. I was no longer hungry so I sulked. Karen finally looked up and said sweetly, “I know just what you need. Let’s play a game.”


“Screw you,” I said hatefully and got up and walked off.


I went back to my office in such a foul mood. I could hardly get any work done as I was so upset. Karen came by just before quitting time. “What do you want?” I said gruffly.


“Still mad I see. I just wanted to apologize if I upset you in some way; just don’t do anything rash. Go home and get a good night’s sleep. Things will look better in the morning.”

*****


Well, they DIDN’T look better in the morning or the following day either!


Saturday rolled around and I slept until almost noon I was so depressed. I was moping around when suddenly the doorbell rang. It was Karen and Lisa. “What are you two doing here?”


“We need to talk,” she said as she invited herself in and closed the door. “I think it’s time you knew the whole story.” She said as she pulled out a chair at the dining room table for me to sit down.


“What - that you two have made up and are now best friends again. Is this your way of letting me down easy by telling me that I’m in the way?” I said sarcastically.


“Just shut up and listen,” Lisa interjected.


“Fine, just say what you came here to say. I’m listening.” I then got up and took off my shirt and started undoing my bra. “Oh wait, maybe you guys want to take more pictures too. Here,” I said tossing my top and bra to Lisa, “Hold these while I take off my pants.”


Karen giggled and said, “That won’t be necessary but you certainly have MY permission if you want to get more comfortable.” I stopped what I was doing and sat there topless waiting for her to continue.


“Tracy, have you noticed how big our company has grown, even in just the short time you’ve been with us?”


“Well, yeah. We do good work.” I said believing that was obvious.


“Well, it takes more than just good work, it takes serious dedication to grow the business and a sound business strategy to achieve success.”


“You’re sounding like a commercial,” I retorted.


“Tracy, you were recruited.” Lisa interrupted.


Karen seemed agitated by her comment and gave Lisa a stern look. “Tracy, you were indeed recruited,” Karen continued. “Have you ever wondered why I picked you to model at the Fashion Show?”


“Because you wanted to humiliate me?”


“No, Mr. Darthwaite and I thought you had what it takes and we wanted to test you to see if we were right.”


“Huh? Mr. Darthwaite is in on this too?”


“I’m going to tell you something that is strictly confidential. There’ll be serious consequences if you EVER breathe a word of this to anyone.”


“Go on,” I encouraged reluctantly.


“In our competitive business climate, we’ve discovered that sex sells. It’s part of a well-designed corporate strategy. YOU have been part of that strategy. Didn’t it occur to you that your best success with clients came when you found yourself in compromising situations? Think back to Mr. Benson, Mr. Goddard and Mr. Jefferson. They all ‘caught’ you in sexually embarrassing situations. As a result, the company got the contracts and YOU got the promotion.”


“You’ve GOT to be kidding?!” I said in disbelief. “You mean all of the stuff that happened to me was by design?”


“Yes. In fact, you’ve already proved the validity of our strategy yourself. When you weren’t doing well with your client’s what type of person were you? A professional that’s what you were. And you know what? Companies are FULL of professionals. What drives our success revolves around sex – pure and simple; nothing overt – just some innocent exposure that can break down barriers.”


“You mean you and Lisa aren’t in a dom/submissive lifestyle? That all the things you did to me and let me do to you was all an ACT and strictly business?!!”


“In a manner of speaking, that’s correct. Lisa and I are known internally within the company as ‘Handlers’. We recruit potential key employees to help the firm succeed and manage their activities.”


“But, what about Lisa at the restaurant the other day? Why all the stuff about blackmailing me with those photos?”


“After you told me about the luncheon meeting with Goddard and that he was bringing in an associate of his to help wrap up negotiations we had to act fast. You see we figured he’d bring in Penny.”


“Penny WAS one of ours before she left our company. She works for Micro- Tech Systems now.” Lisa added.


“That’s right. Penny was trained by Lisa and me and knows how successful our strategy is. We figured we HAD to do something to keep her off balance so we devised a plan,” added Karen.


“Penny, you see,” Lisa explained, “Has a weakness for pretty women.”


“You mean she’s a lesbian?” I asked.


“Yes. We figured she was going to try her best to manipulate you so we thought we’d toss her a little something too tempting for her to pass up to keep her off guard. And that temptation was you.” Lisa said.


“It worked too as the final contract was DEFINITELY in our favor. I think both Penny and Mr. Goddard were so put off-balance by observing your orgasm that they weren’t thinking clearly and thought they actually got the better deal.”’


“You mean he KNEW! YOU were watching me?” I asked incredulously.


“Of course we were watching. We were waiting in case we were needed.” Lisa said.


“When we trained Penny, she knew in advance what she was getting into. When she left and we saw she was practicing our strategy for another firm, we decided not to tell anyone else in advance of what we were doing. I suppose that some would call it manipulative but I think you deep down were a willing participant. Don’t you agree?” Karen asked.


“Well, sort of . . . but you were all so convincing! I had no idea!”


“Well, that’s because we both LIKE this lifestyle – otherwise you would have NEVER been able to humiliate us with that protest idea of yours – which was pretty cleaver actually.” Karen remarked.


I was stunned! It all made sense. I never saw it coming though. NEVER! And how effective they had been at keeping me from seeing through their plan! I was truly amazed. I thought back to the time prior to Karen asking me to help with the Fashion Show when I was still trying to figure out the company’s informal rules for success and it all made sense now. My meteoric rise was due in part to my business skills and in part due to my body! By handling my nudity so well in front of my coworkers backstage at the Fashion Show, I must have passed the test!


“Now what happens?” I asked. “I mean I know everything.”


“We both think that you are much like us in that you really ENJOY this type of ‘play’ and because of that you’d be good at your job using our strategy regardless of knowing what you know.” Lisa said plainly.


“So, you have a DECISION to make and it’s a big one,” Karen pointed out. “You can join us in our secretive exploits or you can leave the company and pursue other career opportunities.”


“Oh . . .” I said a bit taken aback.


“If you decide to join us, be in Mr. Darthwaite’s Office Monday at 8:00 o’clock – completely naked of course. He has a client that needs a little encouragement to sign on with the firm. He’ll explain what he wants you to do.”


“And as an incentive to decide to say YES,” Karen continued, “You’ll get to help train our next recruit, completely in secret of course.”


“Who’s the next unknowing person you are trying to recruit?”


“You know Mandy, don’t you?” Lisa asked with a giggle.


I already knew my decision


*****


THE END of The Fashion Show Book 2. Stay tuned for the third and final book of this trilogy: aTracy's Recruit IF there is interest in reading more of this long, book length trilogy.

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Tracy’s Recruit – Part One
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Tracy’s Recruit – Part One BY: Hooked6


(AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is a continuation of the series that started with The Fashion Show and its sequel, Tracy’s Decision – both of which can be found posted farther up this thread. Readers may wish to familiarize themselves with the plot and characters prior to reading this work.)

*****


All weekend I debated as to whether the decision I had made on Friday was the right one. I was young and had many career opportunities ahead of me with more than likely several different companies before I retired. Why should I jeopardize my chances for success with this one decision? I had no guarantees that things would work out either way. Of course, a good friend of mine once told me that the two words that have led to the greatest amount of failure in all of history were: “WHAT IF.” Maybe it was time that I put those two words aside and just stuck with my decision.


As I got out of the shower on Monday morning, I looked over my resignation letter one last time. The words were eloquent – I could have been a writer I thought instead of being in the middle of this mess. Still, I WAS after all a professional. I knew what I had to do.


I carefully folded the resignation letter and put it in its envelope and sealed it ever so carefully . . . then wadded it up and threw it in the trash. Who was I kidding? I knew deep down what I was really going to do. The temptation was just too great. Karen and Lisa were right in thinking I was just like them.


Filled with doubts I drove to the office wearing my usual business attire. I took the elevator to the Executive Floor and made my way to Mr. Darthewaite’s office. He wasn’t in. He usually didn’t get in until nine o’clock and it was only eight.


I was certain I had to do this before I changed my mind again! I closed his door and started undressing. Taking off my blouse and skirt was easy. When I got to my pantyhose, I felt very uncomfortable. Soon I was naked and let me tell you it was weird being in an office of such power and splendor.


I neatly folded my clothing and put them on the credenza along the side wall. I then began to nervously pace back and forth. This is no big deal, I told myself. He’s seen me naked already. This is all part of the job. I have no reason to be embarrassed, none whatsoever. I can do this. I mustered forth all my feelings of corporate loyalty and tried telling myself that I wasn’t being a slut or a whore – I was really being a team player. I was one of the few who were willing to give her all for the good of the company.


“Does that mean giving up your sex too?” A little voice echoed sarcastically in my head. I tried to tell myself that no one was asking me to sleep with anybody. Just tease a few clients with my body! There was nothing wrong with that was there?


As I walked naked around Mr. Darthwaite’s office, I wondered how many people knew about Karen and Lisa’s role as “Handlers” and about the REAL corporate strategy for success. If someone walked in on me now, would they understand that I was just doing my job or would they think I was out of my mind? If they were ‘in the know’ as it were, my nudity was legitimate, if they weren’t - I be seen as some type of Sicko.


I saw a picture of Mr. Darthwaite’s wife on his desk. I wondered what she would think or even IF she knew about this corporate strategy. I thought about whether she would approve of her husband seeing and WORKING with young, attractive naked women?


Then I got a terrible thought – what if this was all a joke? What if Karen and Lisa made all this up to get back at me for making them stand naked downtown as part of my protest? Oh, I could see it all now. Karen was certainly cunning enough to trap me like this. What would Mr. Darthwaite think of me if this really WAS a joke and he walked in his office and caught me naked? How would I explain myself? A cold tingling sensation ran up my spine and I literally broke out in a cold sweat!


Then I heard his voice out in the hall saying his usual morning greetings to the staff! CRAP! I had to hide. I felt dirty somehow and didn’t want to lose my job over some cruel joke of Karen’s!


I immediately spotted the door to his private washroom and made a mad dash inside and hurriedly closed the door. Just in time too as I heard him entering his office!


As I stood there cowering it dawned on me that my clothes were still out in plain sight on his credenza! STUPID – STUPID – STUPID, I chastised myself!


Trapped naked in the President’s washroom with no way out; what a great way to start a Monday! I could hear him rustling papers and a million thoughts ran through my mind. How would I explain myself? What if he had to use the toilet and discovered me hiding in here like some wacko?


My only hope was that he would have to leave to attend to some matter and, if he hadn’t already spotted my clothes, I could then re-dress and get the heck out of Dodge!


I huddled against the door listening for the slightest clue.


“Come in, come in,” I heard him say to some visitor. That’s all I needed, someone to occupy him for who knows how long thus prolonging my agony and the likelihood of my being caught.


“Too bad,” I heard him say. “I was really hoping you were right about this.”


“Yeah, so was I. I REALLY thought she’d be here.”


It was KAREN!!! They were talking about me! This wasn’t a joke after all.


“Call Human Resources and start the termination process,” I heard him say. “You DID tell her she had to resign if she decided she couldn’t or wouldn’t participate, didn’t you?”


“Oh yes, she knew,” Karen replied.


I swallowed hard and opened the door fighting my natural instinct to cover myself. I tried my best to appear calm as I walked out into the office in just my birthday suit. “Hello,” I said as they both looked at me with puzzled faces. “Sorry, I needed to use your facilities. I hope that was alright.”


Karen was all smiles and said as though she was amazed, “TRACY, um, we were expecting Kayla! What are YOU doing here?!”


My hands immediately flew across my body covering my intimate parts and I must have blushed awkwardly as I stood there utterly ashamed. I could just KILL that Karen!!


Mr. Darthwaite looked at me silently with that poker face of his for a few awkward moments making me feel worse than I already did. He then smiled and said, “Now Karen, don’t be teasing her like that!” He began to laugh out loud. “Welcome Tracy. You look fabulous! I take it you’ve decided to be a covert operative for the company. Is that right?”


“Um, yes sir,” I answered meekly.


“Good! Glad to have on you on board. I think you’ll do a splendid job. Of course, you’ll have to complete a lot more training but I’m sure Karen and Lisa will see that you get all the attention you need.”


“Thank you, sir,”


He then looked at me rather oddly and remarked, “RELAX Tracy, you’re among friends.” I realized that I was still in my ‘Embarrassed Naked Female’ pose and must have looked totally ridiculous. I dropped my arms at my sides and took a deep breath. Everything was out in the open now!


I’m NEVER going to get used to this, I thought. I just wasn’t brought up that way. I was committed now, though, and I had to try! They were depending on me so I tried to act as if I was totally at ease with all this – which I wasn’t. I suck at acting!


“Before we get started,” he went on, “I need to be sure you understand the first and most important rule - It is vitally important that there are NO misunderstandings about this.”


“Yes?” I answered.


“What you are doing is under your own volition. The company in NO WAY sanctions, gives permission or in any form authorizes you to do this. If you are caught, we will officially deny everything and you will face whatever consequences that may occur as a result of your conduct alone. Is that understood?”


I was a bit taken aback. Somehow, I assumed that the company would look after me. “You mean I could get into trouble?”


“Well, you understand that the company can’t go on record as defending your actions. We would have to take the position that you were acting on your own accord and distance ourselves from any scandal. That goes without saying. Of course, the company also recognizes its valuable team members and rewards them accordingly, if you take my meaning.”


“I think I understand.”


“As time goes on Karen will fill you in on all the rules. For the time being it’s best if you assume that EVERYONE in the company is clueless and should be treated as such. That’s why we call it a clandestine program. You’re basically on your own.”


Well that certainly cleared things up, so much for management support. Somehow knowing how things were, I began to feel much more vulnerable being naked in his office realizing that if someone would walk in at that very moment the President would basically throw me to the wolves; so much for legitimacy!


Mr. Darthwaite gathered Karen and me around his desk as he proceeded to tell us about the client he was expecting. I felt weird standing naked next to his desk as he sat there at eye level with my pelvis explaining everything. He would occasionally glance up at me, smile and continue talking. I couldn’t help but wonder what was running through that mind of his as he looked at me! Did he like my body? Did he have a favorite part? Was he a boob man, a booty person or what? Unlike the museum, when he saw me nude on the pedestal, this time I was only inches away from his face! He obviously wanted this man’s business very badly and had been working on this account personally for some time. When traditional methods appeared to be failing, he had decided he needed a little extra help. I assumed that was where I came in.


“What do you want me to do?” I asked nervously.


“Just be yourself,” he said cryptically. What on earth did that mean?


The intercom buzzer went off and his secretary’s voice blurted out, “Excuse me, Mr. Darthwaite, your son is here.”


“Good, send him in,” he said plainly without batting an eye.


HIS SON?!! I immediately covered myself once again causing them both to chuckle.


“It’s okay,” he explained as the door opened and in walked this incredible-looking blonde, athletic boy. He looked all of 18 years old!


“Lou,” he said invitingly. “Glad you could make it.”


“No problem,” he said as he looked me over with a gleam in his eye.


“Lou, this is Tracy, and she’s going to help us out this morning.”


“Great! Let’s get started. I don’t have much time before your client arrives.” Lou said as he began rummaging through the pack in his hands.


“What . . . what . . . do I do?” I asked hesitantly.


“My son here is going to sketch you as you pose over there. Just follow his instructions. I need to get a little more prepared myself come to think of it. Thanks for dropping by Karen,” he said showing her to the door leaving me alone with these two men! I was now VERY self-conscious.


Lou took me over to the credenza and moved my clothes aside. He had me sit on top of that piece of furniture. It felt awkward having him touch me as he tried to place me into the pose he wanted. I still didn’t understand what was going to happen but I went along without saying anything.


He had me sit on my right leg and bent my left leg at the knee placing my left foot on top of the furniture. My left arm he then placed on top of my bent knee and put my right arm behind my back. He took a seat a few feet from me and started sketching. Looking at him studying my body as he worked, I couldn’t help but get a little excited. He was sooooo cute – nothing like his dad!! He would occasionally smile at me as he worked which melted my heart like a hot knife through butter!


I also began to figure out that from the closed office door all of my important parts were obscured by my bent leg and my left arm. I was naked but artistically posed. Unfortunately to my great discomfort I also realized that from Mr. Darthwaite’s desk, my kitty was not only completely exposed but pulled wide open to boot as my right leg was stretched way out under my butt! From the position of the only guest chair in front of the desk, if the client sat there for the meeting he would be looking straight up between my legs the entire time with no effort at all!!


Of course, they COULD sit at the small round conference table at the back of the room too. If they did, that way he would only see the more artistic pose of my hidden nudity!


“Mr. Darthwaite,” the intercom squawked. “Your ten o’clock appointment is here.” My heart began to race. Like I said before, I’m never going to get used to this!!!!


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Part 2
BY: Hooked6



“Ted!” Mr. Darthwaite said welcoming his guest into the room.


I couldn’t help but notice the look of surprise and shock on this man’s face as he spotted me sitting naked on the credenza. His eyes never left my body as my boss shook his hand.


“Oh, excuse me,” Mr. Darthwaite said, noticing his client’s discomfort. “I almost forgot this is my son, Lou. Lou is an art major at City College. Tracy is one of my employees and sometimes does modeling on the side. Many of my team members are active in the arts. I am very proud of their well-rounded character.”


The client nodded his head still unsure of what was happening. I looked directly at him and he politely averted his eyes. I could tell he was a bit embarrassed dressed so formally yet in the presence of my nudity.


My boss then turned back toward his son as his client stood there next to the conference table and said, “Are you almost finished, son? I have an important meeting to conduct now.”


“I’m almost through, dad. Could I have a couple of minutes more?”


“Well, I really don’t think Ted would want to wait. He’s a very busy man.”


At least this whole situation was about to end, I thought. Just a little tease to loosen up the client, then down to business, pretty ingenious I’d say. I was breathing a little sigh of relief when the client walked over to Lou.


“Oh, I don’t mind at all. You just go on ahead, son. Your dad and I will move over to the desk there so as not to disturb you. Take as long as you need.” Ted said as he headed towards the desk.


“Thanks,” Lou replied as he continued sketching.


Just as I had feared the client took the chair in front of the desk giving him a clear shot up between my legs. In fact, from his position he could see pretty much ALL of me without even having to turn his head! My nipples began to stiffen as I pondered the situation. I was stuck, frozen as it were, unable to cover myself having to go through with the charade of being a life drawing model!


The two men began ostensibly discussing the firm’s proposal. I could tell the client wasn’t listening to a word my boss was saying. He was clearly fixated on my body. This is going to sound weird but I was actually enjoying myself. Even though he was an older man, there was something very distinguished about him. I could tell he looked at me with a very appreciative eye like he was admiring a thing of real beauty – like one would admire a perfect sunset or a mountain vista, not as one who would instead ogle a nude female stripper. It made me feel good!! He wasn’t lurid at all. He just sat there smiling at me. In fact, I don’t think he was even aware that I was observing him watching me he was so lost in his own thoughts. It was, I don’t know, very stimulating. So much so that I became aware that I was getting pretty worked up over the whole thing and, to my humiliation, I was becoming quite wet too.


Later on in the discussion I think he noticed my arousal as his smile changed somewhat and I thought I detected a hint of embarrassment on HIS part as he looked at my kitty.


For the first time he actually looked away from me – sort of like he realized for the first time that he wasn’t supposed to be looking there!!! Now it was MY turn to be embarrassed!


The discussions continued until Lou announced, “I’m all finished dad.” He then turned to the client and continued, “Thank you, sir for letting me complete my drawing. I’ll need it for class this afternoon.” They shook hands and to my dismay, Lou left the room.


I silently wondered what I was supposed to do now. The discussions were clearly not over by a long shot as there was much work left to do. I couldn’t just hang around; I mean the reason I was there in the first place had just left out the door. I didn’t really know what Mr. Darthwaite wanted me to do either. I was just going to have to wing it. I got off the credenza. I was sure that the client was now getting a good look at my butt as I reached for my clothes, picking up my panties in my hand.


“Let’s ask Tracy to explain this. She’s got a lot more experience than I do about these things,” my boss said to Ted. “Tracy, could you help us out?”


“Sure,” I said nervously and walked over to the desk.


The client was holding up the contract as I approached, and he placed it back on the desk and began pointing towards a paragraph with his finger.


“Tracy is one of my Account Executives,” Mr. Darthewait explained. “She’ll settle this once and for all. I trust her completely.”


The client looked at me as I stood next to him. I was aware of the sweet smell of my own sex emanating from below. I’ve always known that whenever I get aroused, I can detect a distinct smell. Not foul mind you or over powering, just inviting – which was the last message I wanted to send to this fellow right now, I thought!


The client pointed his finger once again at a particular paragraph and asked, “Could you explain what this means, please? We seem to have a difference of opinion.”


I bent down so I could read the words. As I did, I placed my hand on the desk to hold the contract papers open to the page I was reading. I then heard a little chuckle from the client. I glanced up and saw that my panties were STILL in my hand and clearly in view as they draped over the papers. “OH! I’m so sorry,” I said quite embarrassed. I pulled my hand to my side and tried to scrunch them up inside my palm.


My mind returned to the question at hand and I did my best to explain my understanding of how that point would play out if the contract was executed.


“See, I TOLD you I was right,” The client said jokingly. “Thank you, Tracy,” he said appreciatively then looking back at my boss, “You lucky dog! I wish my employees were that well informed.”


I stood there next to this man as discussions continued. I wasn’t sure WHAT to do. I was invited over but was I finished? I didn’t want to appear rude by just walking away and I certainly didn’t want to over-extend my welcome either.


Finally, the client stood up, put his arm around my waist, leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Just forget your boss is here and answer this for me as honestly as you can, okay?”


“Ah . . . sure,” I stammered a bit unsure of myself. Feeling the warmth of his arm around my waist was quite disconcerting. Normally I wouldn’t have given it a second thought if I was clothed wearing my usual business attire. I mean it was just a simple gesture after all. But I wasn’t dressed, I was NAKED! And that made all the difference!


“All in all, tell me straight, is this a good contract or am I being taken for a ride?” He turned me so that I faced him and looked me in the eyes, “I KNOW I can TRUST you. You were fair with me before, so I’m sure you’ll give me an honest answer now.”


I swallowed hard as I saw his eyes dropping to my breasts. OH GAWD, he was leering at my nipples now!!! “It’s a good contract,” I said to him confidently.


“Fine,” he said as he let go of me. “Give me a pen, you old goat,” he jokingly remarked to my boss. “If Tracy here says it’s a good contract, who am I to disagree?” He picked up the pen and then added, “After all, she’s got nothing to hide!”


His double meaning wasn’t lost on my boss and the two men laughed heartily as the contract was executed.


The client reached out to shake my hand. As He did so I felt his hand against my balled-up panties! He pulled them from my hand as he released his grip. He held them up in front of me once again and thanked me for my help. “I believe these are yours,” he said giggling and handed them back to me. I snatched them and hid them behind my back like a humiliated school girl. After he left, I collapsed on the chair next to the desk!


“GREAT JOB,” Mr. Darthewaite said patting me on my back. “Nice touch looking all embarrassed like you did. I think that was very effective acting on your part, very convincing indeed!”


What acting, I thought to myself? I was embarrassed to death!!!


As I put my clothes on it dawned on me that getting dressed with him watching my every move was almost as bad as being naked. No, I think I was actually worse – especially when I did my little dance to pull my pantyhose on!! Nobody is supposed to witness such things!


Turning to leave he said to me, “Tracy, be sure and get with Karen as soon as you can. You’ll need to finish your training before you can assist her with recruiting our next ‘volunteer.’ Oh, I must warn you though that Karen has some pretty unorthodox methods but I must say they are most effective. Just follow her directions and after all is said and done, I’m sure you’ll agree.”


“Yes, Mr. Darthwaite. I’ll do my very best,” I replied as he left the room closing the door behind him.


What on earth was THAT supposed to mean, unorthodox methods? What have I agreed to now?


As I buttoned the last button on my blouse, he poked his head back into the office and added, “Oh and I hope you won’t mind but I’m sure you realize that my son will most likely be showing that drawing of yours to everyone on campus. He’s quite good you know. I’m sure you didn’t get a chance to see the finished product but I can certainly vouch for the fact that it looks remarkably like you!”


“Ah . . . thanks for pointing that out,” I said as he closed the door again.


Later that afternoon Karen dropped by my office and said, “I hear you got another contract! Well, done, girl!”


“So, you’ve heard already?”


“Yeah, the old man was quite impressed. He also said I needed to start your training right away.”


“Listen, Karen, about that,” I interrupted.


“Oh, don’t worry. It’s just like all the stuff you’ve been doing all along with some more games thrown in for good measure. The only difference is that I get to explain a few things along the way that will make you better at your job and avoid getting caught!”


“Meet me after work and we’ll start right away.”


“Okay . . . I guess there’s no time like the present,” I sighed. This was going to be one of those days. I could just feel it in my bones!


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I’m really enjoying this story, especially because it’s light-hearted and fun. I’m a bit of a softie, so I don’t like stories where I end up feeling sorry for the female lead.

I’ve only one small criticism: it seems to me that the story has become a bit repetitive. Since the start of Book 2, we’ve basically seen nothing but Tracy being stripped or naked in public and in front of her clients. I think the story would have been more engaging if there’d been more variety: for example, Karen could have lost the challenge and worn the torn dress at the funfair.
It seems that the first few chapters of Book 3 also focus on Tracy, although the title suggests otherwise. I hope that in the coming chapters other women will find themselves in embarrassing and humiliating situations. I’d really like to see Karen and Lisa naked again, but to be honest I don’t think that’ll happen.

That said, I can’t wait to find out what happens next!

Part 3
BY: Hooked6



After I got home, I called Karen and once again she arranged to pick me up. Just once I’d like to drive myself. I HATE being dependent upon someone else for transportation.


“I suppose I’m not allowed to know where you are taking me,” I stated a bit flippantly as I spoke with her on the phone.


“Just out to do a little shopping. Tonight, won’t take too long,” she replied cheerfully. I thought it odd that she didn’t dictate a certain outfit that I was supposed to wear. I guess I’m just a little too jumpy when it comes to that girl.


As we drove along Karen and I chatted about all sorts of girlie stuff the likes of which I won’t bore you guys with. Suffice it to say the topics revolved around the latest Hollywood gossip, boys, and who was seeing who at the office. I really enjoyed our conversation though and it did wonders to break down a few protective barriers I had erected between us.


We entered the mall and Karen escorted me to an upscale women’s apparel shop. I was a little put off by the prices of some of the outfits on the racks. They were exorbitant! Karen must have sensed my angst as she said, “The Company wants to buy you an outfit or two – strictly business attire.”


“What’s wrong with my wardrobe?” I asked a bit defensively.


“Nothing,” Karen quickly replied. “Nothing at all, it’s quiet, how should I say this, it’s quite professional.”


I raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to look like? I can’t go around appearing like some cheap floozy at the office, can I?”


Karen laughed. “Of course not, but there are times when certain outfits are needed for those ‘special’ occasions. You’ll see what I mean. It’s all part of tonight’s instruction.”


She looked through the racks and picked out two outfits for me to try on. Here we go, I thought. She’s going to expose me in this store as I try on some slutty-looking garment.


She didn’t. The outfits she picked out were quite modest in design. In fact, she was quite business-like about the whole process. The second outfit she really liked a lot and told me that she wanted me to wear it home. “Do me favor?” she asked. “Take off that bra before putting on the blouse again. It ruins the look. Then finish dressing. I’ll go and pay for these and be back in a minute.”


That was an odd request. The outfit consisted of a light blue blouse with a plunging collar, dark blue skirt that flared out quite nicely at the waist. It was a bit short but not so short that it would look out of place at the office. Rounding out the ensemble was a dark blue waist coat. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought I looked rather sharp. Of course, I wasn’t wearing any pantyhose which would have completed the look. My first concern after hearing Karen’s request was that the blouse was going to be transparent or something, but it wasn’t. The waistcoat would take care of that problem anyway even if it was. What was she up too? I wondered.


We left the store and found a bench and sat down. “Okay, I think it’s time for your first formal lesson,” she said. “Now I admit this will probably seem pretty boring after all you’ve been through already but I must stress that this is VERY important. You’ll see why later on. For now, you’ll just have to trust me. I’m going to start at the beginning and take you through some things that you need to know – things that Lisa and I have skipped working on with you thus far. So, please pay attention. As I said you’ll see why this is so important a little later on.”


“Okay,” I said as I perked up to catch every word.


“In this job, you can’t always rely on blatant nudity to be effective. In fact, many of our conservative clients would object rather strongly,” Karen explained. “Sometimes you have to be subtle or at least start that way to size up a particular client.”


“Size up?”


“Let’s put it this way. What we do is ONLY effective if the men think they are getting away with something – seeing something they aren’t supposed to see totally by accident. The accident must also be believable.”


“I see,” I remarked. “Otherwise, they would see it as a bribe or something underhanded.”


“Precisely, you aren’t a whore. We usually start with something small and observe the client’s behavior. If they take the bait and seem to appreciate the sight before them, we know that they might be swayed by using our methods. If they don’t seem to be the least bit interested, we know that other methods might be called for. Subtlety, innocence and timing are everything.”


“Makes sense,” I said now understanding that there was more to this than just walking around naked all the time.


Karen looked me over and then continued, “Tonight we are going to practice a few things. Consider them tools of the trade.” She took me by the hand and led me to a jewelry store.


“You’re going to need a necklace with that outfit,” she explained. “Let’s pick one out.” Together we studied the items in the display case. A few minutes later a young man came over and asked if we needed help. “How much is the gold chain necklace in the back row there?” Karen asked the clerk.


“Excellent choice; I believe it retails for $595.00” The clerk then took out the chain for us to look at more closely. “Would Madame like to try it on?”


“Yes, please,” Karen answered for me. I leaned over and bent down a bit so he could reach across the counter and place the necklace upon me. As I was leaning over, I just happened to look down and realized what was so special about this blouse – it sagged . . . a LOT! Tilting my chin even I could see all the way down into my blouse! My breasts were totally visible. I knew that the clerk could also see the same view as I held my position. When he was done fastening the clasp I looked up. The wry smile on his face confirmed that I was right and he did get a free shot.


Placing a mirror in front of me he asked, “Beautiful, isn’t it?”


“Not at $595.00,” I complained. “That’s a lot of money!” Realizing the purpose of this lesson I knew what I had to do. I deliberately bent down as if to look at other necklaces in the display case knowing that he would get another good look at my dangling boobs. I pretended to earnestly study other options giving him ample opportunity to take advantage of this ‘accidental’ exposure. I felt myself getting excited over the fact that he was indeed looking – and seemed to LIKE what he saw! That old feeling came over me and was just as intense as when I was sitting naked in Mr. Darthwaite’s office. Even though this was much more subtle, it was still a lot of fun as I was doing something naughty! More importantly someone, a CUTE someone at that, appreciated what I had to offer.


I finally straightened up and said I didn’t see anything that I liked. Karen had a stupid smirk on her face and I wasn’t sure why.


“Perhaps . . . yes,” the clerk said hesitantly, “Perhaps I can give you a special deal on that necklace . . . say $350.00. But you have to take it today.”


Karen piped up and said, “We’ll take it.”


As the clerk rang up the sale, I nervously whispered in her ear, “KAREN, I can’t afford that necklace!”


“Don’t worry. It’s on the Company.”



After leaving the store we both busted out laughing. “Did you see the tent that guy made in his britches?” Karen asked through her laughter.


“NO WAY!” I exclaimed. “He pulled a boner?? Because of me??”


“Quite a nice package he was hiding under there, I would guess.”


Now I knew why she had that smirk on her face. “But all I did was let him get a peek at my boobs! You mean THAT’S all it took?” I asked naively.


“A quick flash of tits, a small panty peak, sometimes that’s just as effective as total nudity. You’ve got to realize that we girls have a whole array of tools at our disposal. Just like a man wouldn’t use a hammer to put in a screw when a screwdriver would be more effective, we women have to use whatever means that would work best for a particular situation. The trick is to know what to use when.”


“That makes sense, I think.” I remarked.


“You saw for yourself how effective a little flash can be. Why your boobs saved the company $245.00 tonight alone!”


“Yeah . . . what about that necklace? Why did the company want to buy it for me?”


The necklace is most important. First, it draws the man’s attention to your chest. Second, it gives him a plausible excuse for looking at your cleavage if he suspects you’ve spotted him – you know he could say, ‘I was just admiring that beautiful chain you have’. Third, it gives YOU a reason to get up and lean over so he can get a better look – at your boobs of course.” Karen then laughed at her last comment. “Without the necklace it puts the client in a most uncomfortable position if he thinks he’s been caught. Women’s lib is great and all, but it sure has made men squeamish about admiring women’s bodies and our job much harder at times.”


I nodded my head in understanding.


“Go stand over next to that mall directory kiosk and watch this. I want to show you something,” Karen instructed. I walked over the fifteen feet to the kiosk and looked back at Karen. She then casually spread her legs. The tight mini-skirt she was wearing easily revealed her red panties with her legs parted as she sat acting totally oblivious to the fact that anyone walking by could see her underwear. I felt a little uncomfortable looking between Karen’s legs – but I didn’t look away either.


Finally, I looked around the mall and noticed that almost every guy, and a few girls, looked at her. It was like a magnet – they HAD to look. Some even did double takes. I chuckled to myself watching what was going on. One guy even walked right into another guy as both were so distracted by Karen’s panties that they didn’t even notice they were about to crash into each other. Karen then called out to one passing man, “Excuse me, sir . . .”


The man immediately came up to Karen, who was made no attempt to close her legs as he stood right in front of her. “Where did you get that bag of popcorn?” she asked coyly.


“At the food court,” he said still looking at her pelvis.


“Gee, that sure looks good,” Karen remarked. “I’ll have to get me some.”


“Here, take mine,” he said practically throwing it at her. “I can get some more. I’m going that way anyway.”


“Why thank you,” Karen said in a sickeningly sweet voice. The man smiled and left, looking back at her twice before getting out of sight.


Karen walked over to me grinning from ear to ear. “Popcorn,” she asked?


“No thanks. Karen that was WICKED!” I said almost feeling sorry for that guy.


“I know. It really WAS sort of mean. I don’t always do that as a rule. I was just, you know, trying to demonstrate the power of the female body!”


“Yeah, I’ll bet you don’t,” I said skeptically.


“It’s a powerful tool, that hidden treasure between our legs. WE have to use it wisely. Use it too often and it loses its effect. Men get bored. THAT’S the whole point of this lesson. WE have to use a VARIETY of approaches to keep up their interest. Take Mr. Benson. He’s gotten a good look at you before. You now need to vary your approach just to keep him on the hook – just like tonight, a peek here an innocent flash there. He’ll be a happy client for a long time!”


“I see,” I said. “I really haven’t done anything else overt and Mr. Benson doesn’t seem like he’s been very happy with my work lately. He’s been awfully nitpicky over trivial things again.”


“The next time you have a meeting with him, wear this outfit. Let him see your necklace – brightly colored panties too if you’ve a mind to show him.” Karen said giggling. I made up my mind to do just that.


“Now,” Karen said joyfully. “Let’s play a game.”


“You and your silly games . . .”


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