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

[Hooked6]

Part 4
BY: Hooked6



Karen led me back to her car. I was SURE that she had been planning on doing something embarrassing inside the mall, but I guess I was wrong. As she opened the driver’s side door she stopped, looked up and said, “This game is actually part of your training.”


“Yeah, whatever,” I said a bit sarcastically, “what am I supposed to do?”


“Why, get naked of course.”


I should have known. “You mean now?”


Karen looked around and checked out the surroundings. “Yeah, why not? There’s nobody around and it IS starting to get dark.”


I shook my head in disbelief. I then recalled the words of our company President when he said that Karen’s methods were a bit unorthodox but they were effective. In for a penny, in for a pound I thought and started to carefully undress – outside the car no less!


“Here you had better give me that business suit, otherwise you might get it crushed.” She said helpfully. Taking each item from me as I disrobed, she folded it neatly and placed it in the backseat. Before long I was down to my panties. I looked at her hesitantly.


“Those too,” she instructed. I reluctantly did as she wished and handed over my last vestige of cover.


“Get in,” she said as she started the car. Once inside the passenger’s seat she handed me a small plastic bag and added, “Here, put this on.”


I hurriedly opened the bag thinking I was finally getting some cover.


“A BLINDFOLD?!” I exclaimed. “How in the world is this part of my training?”


Karen just laughed and watched as I nervously put it on. “The second lesson for tonight is all about how NOT to get caught or get into trouble.”


As I sat there naked in her car, I liked the sound of that. “I’m glad you said that about not being caught,” I remarked jokingly trying to pretend that I wasn’t nervous. Being naked in someone else’s car and totally blind really was unnerving. I had no clue about anything – not where we were going, not who might be looking – NOTHING! I had such a feeling of helplessness. “Karen, I really don’t like this. Isn’t there another way you could teach me what I have to learn? I take excellent notes you know.”


“What’s the matter, you don’t trust me?” she asked. “Gee, and after all the work we did on trust.”


“It seems to me that the last time we worked on trust I ended up going through a drive-thru NAKED!”


“Yeah, but I learned that I could trust YOU, so it wasn’t a total loss.” Karen laughed.


“Very funny,” I snapped.


“I want you to just keep quiet for a while as we drive along. The purpose of this exercise is to demonstrate that you don’t need to use your EYES to learn things. I want you to get used to using your other senses too – your nose, your ears, your sense of touch – all those can provide you with enormous amounts of valuable information.” She explained.


“Yeah, yeah, I learned that in grade school. Why do I need to do this now? And naked too! I don’t understand.”


“You may have learned that lesson before but I’m betting you don’t often USE what you’ve learned. For example, tonight you exposed your breasts to that clerk. How did you know he actually looked at them?”


“Easy,” I quickly answered. “I saw him do it, and that stupid smile gave him away.”


“EXACTLY my point! You SAW him do it.” Karen said with emphasis. “In order for our methods to work you can’t be looking at the client! He has to think he GOT AWAY with something! If he sees you observing him – doing something he shouldn’t be doing he’s busted. He loses face and worse may feel humiliated by you. The whole business relationship is jeopardized because you LOOKED and he was CAUGHT!”


“But I looked tonight and everything worked out well, didn’t it?” I said confused.


“Tonight, maybe, but you can’t always look. But you DO always have to KNOW with certainty if the client is taking the bait. You can’t just flash and assume he loved it. Maybe he was put off or offended. You have to be certain.” Karen explained.


“That’s crazy. How is that possible? How can I be CERTAIN if I don’t see for myself what his reaction is?” I said angrily.


“Duh . . . that’s why we’re doing this. Of course, the fact that you’re like totally NAKED will give you great incentive to be a fast learner.”
I was starting to get mad. “You don’t have to be so insulting. I’m not STUPID, you know.”


“True, but it does take time to learn how to do this and time is something we really don’t have a lot of so just be quiet and try using your other senses.”


“Okay, okay” I said reluctantly hoping to get on with it.


We drove along for a while. I listened. I was aware we were stopping every so often then driving on. Okay, traffic lights, Hmmm, this wasn’t hard, I thought. We stopped again.


Karen broke the silence. “Tracy, do you think someone is looking at you right now?”


I panicked. Where they?!! I listened but heard nothing. “No, I don’t think so,” I replied.


“Take off the blindfold,” she instructed.


There standing next to the car were, not one, but FIVE boys all smiling at me outside the window!! I shrieked and instinctively covered myself. Karen laughed and pulled away. “We’re still at the mall!!!” I cried. “You tricked me!!”


“No, I didn’t,” she said. “You just weren’t paying attention to your other senses.”


“GIVE ME A BREAK!” I protested still covering myself as she pulled to a stop at a remote corner of the parking lot. “There’s no way I could have figured that out.”


“Just like I thought,” she said giggling. “You’re a SLOW learner.” I wanted to reach over and slap the crap out of her so bad!


“Let’s continue, shall we? Put the blindfold back on and put your hands back at your sides.” I reluctantly did as she asked and tried my best to listen. She drove off.


Okay, road noises . . . other cars passing by. All right, I was certain THIS time we were actually on the road and not still at the mall. WE stopped then started again. Okay, perhaps that was a traffic light. We were stopped long enough for it to have been a red light. My mind wondered back to angry thoughts. I was going to show her, I thought, slow learner INDEED!


She drove some more and I heard more road noises . . . more cars. Okay we’re still on the road. She then stopped again.


“Is someone looking at you now?” she asked playfully.


CRAP! I was distracted. Were they? Yes . . . no . . . let me think. The last things I heard was road noise and . . . yes, I think a car pulled up next to us . . . at least I think it MIGHT have been a car. Was it NEXT to us or did one just pass us by on Karen’s side. Oooohhhhhh, this is HARD!


“YES!” I answered confidently. “Someone is looking at me.”


“Are you SURE?” Karen asked skeptically.


I thought a minute and said, “YES, I’m SURE!”


“Well, go ahead and take off the blindfold and see if you are right?”


There was nobody there. Darn it! “I was wrong!” I cried.


“Why did you think somebody was looking?” Karen asked. I went through my logic and she seemed impressed. “You’re catching on. Still more work to do though. I mean what if you thought the client was impressed by your panties and he was really offended? You’ve got to be SURE about these things! Let’s try again. Put the blindfold back on and put your hands by your sides.”


She drove off again and I went through the same process as before. Road noise . . . more cars, I was trying very hard to pay attention as to whether cars were passing on my side or Karen’s. There was one on my side I thought. It sounded different than the others – closer and louder. She stopped then went on. This time she made a few turns which added to my confusion. She stopped again.


“Is someone looking at you now?” she asked once again.


“YES,” I said quickly.


“Are you sure or are you just guessing?”


“I’m SURE, POSITVE in fact!”


“If you’re wrong are you willing to lick my pussy?” she asked playfully.


“Oh. My. GAWD. Are you SERIOUS?!!” I asked quite nervously.


“ABSOLUTELY, I’m VERY serious!”


“But . . . but . . . the stakes are so high if I’m wrong and I’m just LEARNING!!” I protested.


“True but the stakes are even higher if you are wrong at the office!” Karen reasoned.


“Maybe I’m not so sure,” I said.


“Now don’t go second guessing yourself either. That is WORSE than being wrong. Second guessing yourself can lead to total ineffectiveness. Now is there someone looking or isn’t there? Are you or are you not willing to go down on me if you are wrong? QUICKLY!!!” she shouted authoritatively. “I need an answer NOW!”


“Okay, I’m SURE someone is looking at me and YES I’m willing to go down on you if I’m wrong!”


Karen was giddy with excitement as she said, “Okay Tracy, take off the blindfold and see for yourself.”


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Part 5
BY: Hooked6



Almost immediately I began to regret my decision and I didn’t even have the blindfold off yet! Karen was right, though, in that I needed to stop second-guessing myself! I knew I was right! She is just messing with me with that giddy laugh of hers. There WAS a car next to us I was sure of it! I HEARD IT!


My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to leap out of my chest. I took of the blindfold and looked out the window. My heart stopped – there wasn’t anyone there!!!!! Nothing, not an automobile in sight, nada, zip, nothing!! I was screwed!! How could I have been so wrong?


I looked over at Karen and she was all smiles. “I’m glad you are such a slow learner!” She said as looked at my naked body in the car seat and got that far away look in her eyes that gave me the shivers. She then cleared her throat, “Let’s try something different.”


“You mean I’m off the hook?”


“Heck no, you’re going to pay up later, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. Right now, you’ve got work to do. Put the blindfold back on.”


She drove me around for some time not saying a word. Finally, she stopped and turned off the car’s ignition.


“Where are we?” I asked nervously.


Karen didn’t say a word but I heard her exit the vehicle and shortly thereafter she was guiding me carefully out of the car. I had no idea where I was or who might be looking at me. For all I knew I was in the middle of downtown!! I felt very vulnerable not being able to see what was going on. I had to trust her. All sorts of images flashed through my mind as to what might be happening. I didn’t like ANY of them. She led me by the hand and I eventually heard her open a door. We must be entering a building, I thought – but WHERE? Was this a business, a club of some sort or somebody’s house?!


I tried to use my other senses, but I was too nervous for them to be any use. Once inside though I began to settle down when I realized that I didn’t hear anything. It couldn’t be a club as there was no music. I didn’t hear any voices so this wasn’t a mall or other type of public business. At least I hoped it wasn’t. No matter, I was inside and off the public street.


“I want you to stand here with your arms on top of your head for a minute,” Karen said as I heard her walking away.


“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!”


“Relax, I’ll be right back. Just use this time to get in touch with subconscious mind. Oh . . . and whatever ever happens, don’t move a muscle . . . I wouldn’t want you to fall or hurt yourself . . . all blindfolded like that.” She giggled as she left me standing there.


My heart began to pound again. I knew she posed me like this for a reason. One thing I had learned about her - she ALWAYS had a reason.


A tingle ran up my spine as I became aware of someone’s presence in the room. “Karen? Is that you?” There was no response. Maybe it was my imagination. I strained my ears to detect anything that might be of help but I heard nothing.


I then sensed warmth, body heat perhaps emanating from a spot to my left. SOMEONE was standing next to me – and getting an up-close look at my body no doubt as well. My breathing increased. I gasped out loud when I felt a hand on my left breast! It wasn’t a hard manhandling grope – it was more like a caress. Whoever it was obviously appreciated that part of my anatomy. That goofy Karen, I thought. The hand ran over my nipple and then playfully lifted my boob and cupped it with the palm.


“Who’s touching you?” I heard her ask from WAY across the room! I gasped again as I now realized it wasn’t Karen feeling me up – it was someone else!! “Is it a man or a woman?”


“Woman,” I replied without hesitation.


“How do you know?”


“Um . . . the touch is soft; the hands are smooth and gentle. I detect, yes, long fingernails – a man wouldn’t have long manicured nails and I think . . . yes, I detect perfume. It’s definitely a woman.”


“Very good Tracy,” I heard the person next to me say in a familiar voice.


“LISA?”


I heard laughter from the two girls. “Right on the money,” Lisa said as
She tweaked my nipple as she let go of my boob.


“I’m impressed you’ve come a long way,” Karen said. “Just a few more things to do and we can call it a night.”


“Um . . . okay,” I said unsure of myself.


“First, take off your blindfold,” Karen instructed.


When I opened my eyes, I got the shock of my life. Karen was naked sitting on the couch – spread-eagled and had a wicked grin on her face.


“Time to pay up.”


I swallowed hard. So, THIS is how Lisa got so good at going down on another woman. When I was at the sorority party I KNEW she had done this before. Lisa wasn’t a lesbian she was just being used!


“Aw, what’s with the scowl? It’s not THAT bad, you know,” Karen said giggling.


I resigned myself to my fate. I was the one who agreed to this and if I chickened out now, I would never hear the end of it. As repulsed as I was by the very idea of doing that to another girl, I got down on the floor between Karen’s knees. I looked at her open labia. I began to have serious doubts about whether I could go through with it. I could smell her sex and it was painfully obvious to me that she was quite aroused – her moisture glistening under the lights was easy to spot. It took ALL my courage and strength to move my head closer and closer to her private spot. At least she was shaved, I thought trying to find a bright spot out of this whole mess I had gotten myself into.


As I was about to put my mouth on her sex, I heard Karen say, “Tracy, Just thought you’d like to know – there really WAS a car next to us at the traffic light.”


I immediately pulled my face away and looked up at her. “What?!”


“You were right. There was a car next to us and a guy was looking at you. He left and made a right turn just before you took off the blindfold.”


“Are you SERIOUS?!” I asked quite confused. “Why are you telling me this?”


“I just wanted you to know that you CAN indeed trust me too.” Karen said as she got off the couch. “As much as I would have LOVED to have you do that to me, I wouldn’t take advantage of you.”


“I . . . I don’t know what to say.”


“You could say that you want to go down on her ANYWAY,” Lisa interjected humorously.


“Very funny.”


“Now,” Karen said as she wiped herself between her legs with a tissue. “I’m going to entrust you to Lisa for the last part of this evening’s training. You’re doing fine. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow. If Lisa informs me that you did as well with her tonight as you did with me, we’ll need to start talking about your new recruit.” She then retired to the bathroom, no doubt for some personal attention to a very needy spot, I thought. I couldn’t help but chuckle at that thought.


Lisa had me put the blindfold back on. I still had no idea where I was and figured that maybe it was Lisa’s place, but I wasn’t sure. I didn’t recognize the furniture. She led me by the hand and I stumbled after her as I was once again sightless.


Soon I could sense that I was outside again. We were walking on concrete – a sidewalk! Where was she taking me – how far away did she park? My mind was filled with a hundred questions. I decided to surreptitiously seek some added information. “For heaven’s sake, Lisa couldn’t you find a parking place closer than this?”


Lisa laughed. “Oh, we’re not taking the car. We can walk to where we are going.”


I had no idea where we were except that I was certain we were on a concrete surface as I heard the clicking of Lisa’s high heeled shoes as we walked along. Maybe this was just a corridor or outside patio in the back of the building, I thought. Then I heard cars passing by and I KNEW I was walking along a street!! I almost jumped out of my skin when some IDIOT honked at me and yelled – “SHAKE IT BABY!! SHAKE IT!!”


I had been spotted! I must have looked like a fool being led by the hand wearing only a blindfold. We walked along for some time with cars passing by every so often. I wondered who in the world was looking at me . . . and then I heard the sounds of people – LOTS of people and they were all talking amongst themselves I casual conversation. It seemed to me that it was a mixed group of both women and men. It also sounded like an outdoor restaurant or something from the subdued conversations and clinking of silverware and glasses. I then detected the delicious smell of steak! It smelled great as I was really hungry.


Whatever it was we were getting closer by the minute and I dreaded what was going to happen when they spotted me!


“I thought we’d get something to eat,” Lisa said finally as we apparently arrived.


“Where . . . where are we?” I asked nervously. “I not going to get arrested, am I?”


“I don’t know. Let’s hope not.”


“I was really hoping for something more reassuring than that,” I replied with my voice obviously shaking.


“Well, if it helps, this is all part of the training. I’ll explain everything in a moment. First, though I’m hungry. Let’s stop here and grab a bite.”


Lisa led me forward and said to someone in front of us, “Is there a table for two available?” A man began laughing and replied, “If not, she can sit on my lap!” After more laughter from others nearby the man said, “Follow me.” Lisa led me on and eventually we were seated at a table. I was SURE that hundreds of people were staring at me and I just knew that at any moment I was going to be in BIG trouble. How could she drag me into a public restaurant completely NAKED?!


“Are people looking at you?” Lisa asked playfully.


“OF COURSE, you IDIOT,” I snapped back!


“How many would you say?”


“Hell, I don’t know – dozens I’d guess.”


“You’re right,” she answered obviously pleased at my perception of the situation.


“What is the group like?”


“Um . . . men and women . . . about even I’d say.”


Lisa placed an order for two burgers to the man who had returned. “Coming right up,” the man replied exuberantly.


“Tell me, would you rather be doing this blindfolded or would you rather be able to see what is going on?” Lisa asked.


That was a tough question. I really didn’t know what I was going to be doing so I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know who was watching.


“It doesn’t matter,” I replied resigned to whatever fate awaited me.


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Part 6
BY: Hooked6



“Let’s go meet some people. Your task is to figure out where you are and answer a few questions along the way.” Lisa said as she once again took me by the hand. “As soon as you figure out where you are, you’ll be done with your training for this evening.” She then led me around stopping at what seemed like a table.


“This is Tracy,” Lisa said to whoever was in front of us.


“Hey, I remember you,” a girl said in a welcoming voice.


“Yeah, me too,” another girl joined in. “Glad you could come.”


WHERE did they remember me from? Was it the Fashion Show or my protest on the street? Maybe it was the museum? Okay, I thought. I can use this along with whatever other clues I can piece together and maybe I can figure this out.


Hey . . . that girl said ‘glad you could come!’ This couldn’t be a random eatery that Lisa picked out on the spur of the moment – they were expecting me.


As we worked the room, I must have met eight or nine couples all of whom seemed to give me the impression that they had either seen me before or actually knew me. No one, however, seemed surprised by my nudity or my blindfold. I must say it was awkward talking to people that I couldn’t see and carrying on conversations as though my nudity didn’t matter. It was especially weird getting a hug from someone that I couldn’t see – having them touch my naked body in such a close embrace like that without knowing who they were or what they were going to do next!


Several people took playful advantage of my sightlessness and copped a feel. One guy pinched my butt and another tweaked my nipple as he gave me a hug. The worst came from a girl who actually pulled my pubic hair with her fingers and remarked teasingly, “What’s the matter, shaver broke?” Even though her remark wasn’t deserving of a response, I just had to answer her, “NO, I actually PREFER it that way; why be part of the crowd?”


Something else began to become more and more apparent to me as I walked about the crowd. I was acutely aware of when people were looking at me with disinterest or looking at me with lust! It wasn’t what they were saying as we talked. It was more subtle. I could almost SENSE when they were making fun of me, leering at me or were just being plain friendly.
Karen was right I CAN tell, without looking. if my body was making an impression on somebody or not.


“That last couple didn’t appreciate me being here,” I whispered to Lisa as we walked on.


“Oh? How can you tell?”


“I dunno . . . I just sort of sensed it.”


“You’re right on the money. That girl was definitely jealous that her boyfriend was checking you out. I think she thought you were better-looking than she was.”


We finally sat down to eat and man was I starved! The food was really good and I didn’t care what people were thinking about me either, even if I WAS sitting naked with my eyes covered.


“Would you like some dessert? We have a marvelous dessert table set up this evening – though it’s not as spectacular as the one we had before.” The waiter guy said.


“I KNOW WHERE WE ARE!!!!” I exclaimed half-choking on my food. “WE’RE AT THE SORORITY HOUSE!”


Lisa began laughing as she removed my blindfold. “Very good, once again you’ve done well!”


Seeing all the college kids staring at me all of a sudden did make me feel rather self-conscious. It all made sense now though. The reason people weren’t shocked at my nudity was that they had all seen me before! The sidewalk we were walking down had been along Sorority House Row. What a relief! Nudity at a college campus, though not legal was at least not uncommon either.


Of course, I had to spend the rest of the evening chatting and hanging out among the crowd without clothes and that felt really awkward. But I DID have fun and was proud of my accomplishments using my other senses.

*****


The next day the three of us met in Karen’s office. “I think it’s time to recruit our next candidate. As you know, the company is expanding into another state and we’ll need someone to seed in the new location.” Karen explained. “I was thinking that Mandy would be a good candidate. I mean after all she’s fun and out-going, not to mention she’s got looks.”


Lisa agreed quite readily with her partner. “What’s the matter Tracy?” Lisa asked seeing that I wasn’t enthusiastic about Mandy. “Don’t you agree with our selection?”


“Well . . . you know I’m new at this and I certainly have no room to pretend I know enough about all this stuff to comment, BUT, if you REALLY want an honest answer . . . NO, I don’t think she’s a good choice.”


Karen and Lisa were both taken aback by my comment. “I’m surprised,” Karen said finally. “We’ve put a lot of time and effort into this recommendation. Except for Penny, everyone else has worked out quite well – INCLUDING you!”


“I know,” I said, “and thank you for getting me involved. I’ve had a lot of fun. However, I still think Mandy isn’t the right person. But like I said, I’m new at this so I really don’t think my opinion is all that important.”


Lisa was quick to offer support. “Nonsense, you’re a valuable part of our little team and we were hoping to have YOU do the majority of her training. Tell me why you think she isn’t suited.”


“Mandy says the first thing that pops into her head regardless of consequences. Remember when she saw Lisa here naked for the first time and blurted out her secret about having a boob job? In my opinion she’d not only end up insulting a customer, but would blab about the whole operation if things went wrong, or worse tell everyone she knows about what she’s gotten involved in if she was having fun.”


“Hmmmmm . . . maybe you’re right, Tracy.” Lisa affirmed seriously. “I hadn’t thought about that. But then I haven’t worked as closely with her as you have.”


“Well, WHO then? We’ve got to have SOMEBODY!” Karen remarked a bit put out. I could tell that Karen wasn’t pleased that her choice wasn’t receiving unanimous praise – even though deep inside I thought she knew I was right. Everyone looked at each other silently for several moments. I didn’t want to risk angering her further but I spoke up anyway.


“Um . . . I have an idea,” I said meekly. “That is if it is okay to make a suggestion.”


“Who do you have in mind?” Lisa asked.


“Brooke.”


“BROOKE?!!” they both said in unison.


“Brooke Payne, the new girl working downstairs. I think she’d be perfect.” They both looked at each other like I had lost my mind. “Now hear me out and don’t jump to conclusions. I realize that she’s awkward and shy and, well to put it nicely, she’s rather plain-looking but there’s something about her that tells me she’d do well at this.”


“HUH?!!” they once again stated together.


“Call it my intuition. After all, you’ve spent a great deal of time teaching me to trust my senses so I am! And the BEST reason I can think of to recommend her is that, well, she reminds me of . . . ME, actually. I see a lot of traits in her that I have. She’s shy and tries to compensate for it by being ‘professional.’ If, as you’ve said over and over, the secret of our success is that genuine act of innocent exposure and embarrassment – she’d be perfect. She’s also VERY eager to please so to get her to do what we want shouldn’t be too hard.”


“I don’t know . . .” Karen said cautiously. “She’s really not a Hottie, so why would a client get all worked up over seeing HER naked?”


“Guys would get worked up over seeing ANY girl naked. Trust me.” Lisa said giggling, “Especially if she was truly embarrassed by it. They would know it was truly not planned.”


“Besides, I happen to know that Mandy is seeing someone now and I don’t think he’d be too thrilled with us exposing her to other men.” I said going out on a limb.


“SHE IS?!” Karen exclaimed. “I didn’t know that.” Then turning to Lisa continued, “How come we didn’t know that?” Lisa shrugged her shoulders innocently. “Well . . . that’s settles it. Mandy is out.”


Trying to bolster my case I went on, “Besides, Brooke isn’t ugly or homely. Why I’ll bet that if you saw her naked, you’d be amazed at how good she looks. She just, um, that is, she hides it well under all those ‘professional clothes’, you know like I used to do.”


“Maybe,” Karen said reluctantly still not wanting to give in. “So, if we pick her, any ideas on how we bring her into the fold? We don’t really know much of anything about her making this a very risky proposition.”


“Yes, actually, I have an idea,” I said boldly.


“Figures,” Karen said sarcastically. “What is it?”


“Ambush her.” I said firmly, “Just like you did to me. No warning, just manipulate her into an embarrassing situation and see how she reacts. That way if she does poorly, we haven’t risked anything – she still knows nothing about our secret corporate strategy. The way I see it we’ve got nothing to lose.”


Karen paced back and forth. As far as I was concerned, she was being a bit too melodramatic about the whole thing. I wondered if the two of them debated this much over whether to take a chance on me by putting me in the Fashion Show. I began wondering what they really thought about me then. Did they argue over whether or not I was cute enough? Did they think I was a Hottie? After all they didn’t really know what I looked like under all my layers of clothes. I could have been nothing more than mounds of cellulite for all they knew! I was sure they were surprised that I didn’t shave down there – it’s all the rage now so I’m sure I stuck out like a sore thumb as far as they were concerned. Still, it all worked out quite well.


“Okay Tracy,” Karen finally said. “Here’s the deal. Since this is YOUR idea and YOUR intuitive hunch that we are following with this Brooke girl, YOU have the responsibility of setting her up. Since the Corporate Sponsored Fashion Show doesn’t come around again until next summer, you’ll have to think of something pretty cleaver to get her naked in front of a lot of people without arousing her suspicion and allow us to realistically test her reaction. That’s not going to be easy you know.”


“Oh, I already HAVE an idea,” I said excitedly.


“Just remember she must not suspect a thing. Don’t you DARE mention our corporate secret to her either, understand?”


“Not a problem. I can be pretty cleaver when I put my mind to it – remember how I tricked you into that animal rights protest? You went along without suspecting a thing, didn’t you?”


Karen smirked and her facial expression softened. “Yeah, that WAS a surprise. I didn’t think you had it in you!”


“Well, trust me with this. I’ll think you’ll be surprised again.”


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Part 7

BY: Hooked6




Over the next several days I made it a point to run into Brooke whenever I had the chance at work. I slowly felt a connection forming between us as our conversations grew from trivial topics like the weather to more personal subjects like our tastes in boys. Twice we even managed to have lunch together.


I was most impressed with Brooke. She had a GREAT personality. She was friendly and seemed to be well-grounded. I know what you’re thinking – that girls with great personalities usually look like dogs. Her face was cute but, okay, to be honest, I still had no idea what her BODY really looked like as she kept it well-covered and well-hidden most of the time. But that was about to change. Soon I’d know for sure if my choice was a good one or not!


“Say Brooke, what are you doing this weekend?”


“Oh, the usual I guess,” she replied appearing quite bored, “Just cleaning my apartment, buying some groceries and watching the tube.”


“Yuck! That sounds awful. Why don’t you come over and spend the weekend with me?”


Her eyes brightened a bit as she looked at me. “Are you serious? You want ME to hang out with YOU?”


“Well . . . yeah, I do. Why? Am I not good enough for you?” I snapped quite defensively.


“Oh NO, I didn’t mean that! It’s just that, well, you’re so important and so popular. Why on earth would you want somebody like ME hanging around? You not feeling SORRY for me, are you?”


“SORRY for you?! No way! I LIKE you and I think we’d have a lot of fun together.” I said enthusiastically. I could tell that she was pleased with my answer as her whole face lit up.


“Okay . . . Let’s do it.” She finally said.


“GREAT! I’ll be by to pick you up at 8:00pm. No sense in taking two cars everywhere we go – especially with the price of gasoline these days.”


“Oh . . . well ah,” she remarked hesitantly. It was clear that she was less than enthusiastic about that suggestion. I was about to abandon my idea when she spoke up. “I guess that’d be all right.” We made the necessary arrangements and she gave me directions to her apartment.


I finished the last-minute details on my plan to expose Brooke in public and informed Karen of the set-up and itinerary. I chose Saturday for the unveiling in order for Brooke and me to adjust to each other a bit more over Friday night. I was as ready as I was ever going to be. A lot was riding on my success not to mention my credibility.


It took me some time to reach the address Brooke gave me as it was way on the opposite end of town and traffic was horrendous. Over an hour later I arrived. Despite her professional attire at work, her apartment complex was less than impressive. It was in an older part of the city and the complex itself looked like something right out of the sixties. I was glad that I had suggested spending the weekend at MY place as hers was beginning to give me the creeps.


Brooke answered the door with her overnight bag in her hand. “I’m all ready to go!” she said as though she had been anxiously waiting for my arrival. She began to walk out the door to join me. “Oh crap, I forgot my purse,” she said as she turned to go back into the apartment. She extended her hand signaling me to wait outside. It was obvious to me she didn’t want me to enter her home – perhaps she was a little self-conscious or maybe even a little ashamed over her surroundings. I picked up on her hint.


“Here, let me take that.” I said as I reached for the handle of her overnight case. “I’ll put it in the car while you go and get your purse.”


A look of relief came over her face as she handed me her bag. “Thanks, I won’t be a moment.”


I had just set her bag on the roof of my vehicle so I could unlock the passenger side door when she came running over to me with her purse in hand. “I’m so excited about this weekend! You know this is the first time I’ve actually had something to do in a long while. I’m so glad you asked me!”


We both got in my car and soon we were on our way. We chatted as I made my way across town. We were immersed in our conversation when “WHOMP!” a funny sound came from outside the car.


“What on EARTH was THAT?” she asked concerned.


“Pothole . . . I guess,” I answered not really having a clue. I secretly was worried that something might be going wrong with my car so I listened intently for the next several miles but everything sounded quite normal. The rest of the drive was uneventful. It was almost eleven o’clock when we reached my place.


“Where did you put my bag?” Brooke asked as she got out of the car.


“It’s . . . I put it . . .” I was so confused. What DID I do with it? Then it dawned on me. “Ah, Brooke, I really hate to say this but I must have left it on the top of my car and drove off. You remember that noise we heard? I think it must have been your bag. I’m so sorry. I hope there wasn’t anything valuable in it. I’ll pay for whatever needs replacing.”


Brooke looked very forlorn. As for me, I was elated! It was an accident of course but it couldn’t have worked out any better. “But all my clothes were in there for the weekend!” she lamented.


“You can wear some of my things,” I explained. “I REALLY would hate to drive all the way back to your place again.”


“I understand,” she said still depressed. “I’m sure we can sort it out tomorrow.” I showed her around my place and gave her my guest room. We stayed up talking until the wee hours of the morning before finally retiring for the night. I enjoyed my talk with her. She was really a neat person. And to think if we hadn’t needed a new recruit, I would probably have never befriended her. I had to keep reminding myself that this was all supposed to be strictly business between us. If I got too close to her personally, exposing her in public as I needed to do to assess her suitability would be a really hard thing for me to.


After her shower the next morning Brooke stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. “What are we going to do today?” she asked as she combed the tangles out of her wet hair.


“I thought we’d go to the beach. I haven’t been all summer and I really need to work on my tan a bit. I find the warmth of the sun just the thing to melt the stress out of my body, don’t you?”


“Oh, I LOVE the beach! What a great idea!”


“I have the PERFECT thing for you to wear too,” I said excitedly.


“Huh? You know I have plenty of swimsuits at my apartment. I really don’t need to borrow . . .”


“Oh, let’s not waste time driving back and forth all over town if we don’t have to. Anyway, I got this bikini from that French designer Renee Dubois – you remember him, don’t you? Anyway, he gave me it as a gift after that Charity Fashion Show but there’s no way I can fit into it. But I think it would be a PERFECT fit for you. I would LOVE to see you in it.”


“Well . . .” she remarked hesitantly.


“Oh, come on, how many times have you ever worn a Paris original in your life?” I egged her on.


“Are you SURE you don’t mind?”


“Of COURSE I don’t mind, and if you like it, you can keep it. Like I said it will never fit me.”


“Okay,” she said excitedly as she dropped the towel onto the couch. “Where is it?”


I stood there with my mouth open as I gazed at her nude form for the first time. She was GEORGEOUS! Her boobs were perfectly symmetrical both round and quite full – easily 38C or better. I would kill for boobs like hers! The rest of her was equally attractive. Why in the world did she purposely try and HIDE her best assets under layers of clothing all the time, I wondered? I began to feel quite good about my choice. The men will just LOVE her!


Her giggling jolted me back to reality and I felt stupid being caught staring at her. “I’ll be right back,” I said sheepishly and ran into my bedroom to retrieve the bikini.


Being careful not to stare I tried my best to watch her as she changed into the suit. Please let it fit, I prayed. It just HAS to fit!!!


When she was done, I was relieved that the size seemed perfect! “I like it,” Brooke finally said after checking herself out in the mirror. “At first, I thought it was going to be one of those thong things so skimpy that I’d be too embarrassed to wear it. But this is nice! It feels different too. I’ve never had a suit with texture before.” She stood there admiring herself front and back for a few moments and then continued, “Are you SURE I can HAVE this?”


“Absolutely,” I reassured her. “You look a whole lot better in it that I would.” I could tell she was caught up in the moment and that she had swallowed that malarkey about wearing a Paris original completely. I struck while the iron was hot so to speak. “I’ll change into mine and we’ll be off. I have an idea, why don’t we wear our suits to the beach. It’s a perfect day out. It’ll be fun!”


“Well . . . Okay, if you insist.”


“Sure, it’ll give you a chance to show it off some more.”



Once at the beach I grabbed a couple of towels from the car and we headed out to find a spot. “Hey isn’t that Karen and Lisa from the office?” she asked spotting our coworkers.


“I believe it is.”


“Can we go join them? I’d LOVE a chance to brag about my new suit to somebody I actually know.”


“Sure!” I said as we headed in their direction.


“Hi Tracy, Brooke,” Karen said as we approached. “Wow, that’s a NICE suit, Brooke!”


“Thank you. I just got it. It’s from Paris, you know.” Brooke said relishing the attention.


“You don’t say . . . Lisa check this out. Brooke has a Paris original.”


The girls talked for a few moments until Brooke spotted someone else that she knew walking down the beach. “Will you all excuse me for a moment, I’d just like to say hello to a friend of mine.”


“Sure, take your time,” Karen said. “We’ll be right here.”


The three of us laughed as we watched Brooke quickly making her way towards a rather handsome young guy. “She really is into that suit, isn’t she?” Lisa asked. “She’s quite proud of it.”


“Yeah, too bad,” I said chuckling.


“What do you mean?” Lisa asked obviously out of the loop.


“Well, that’s no Paris original. It’s a gag suit made completely of paper! It will literally dissolve into nothing after a few minutes in the water. I ordered it off the Internet.”


“YOU’RE WICKED!” Lisa said laughing.


Of course, I had to be the one to keep everyone on task. “Karen, you take the towels and get rid of them. I’ll get her to walk down the beach with me a way; then suggest we go swimming when the timing is right. You guys follow along. I’m sure you won’t want to miss her naked debut on this crowded beach! Oh, and Lisa, you might want to get Karen to fill you in on what you’re supposed to do. You’ve got an important part to play in this today.”


Karen smiled wide and beckoned Lisa to follow her as she disposed of the towels. “But why do I have to be the one . . .” I heard Lisa protesting to Karen as they walked off in the distance. This was going to be GREAT! I was so excited!!


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