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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!!


...

Part 8
BY: Hooked6




Moments later an excited Brooke came running up to me. “He LOVED my suit! This is the first time I think Tom actually noticed me and it’s all because of your gift!”


“Great!” I said supportively. “Who was that?”


“Oh, Tom? He’s a guy I used to work with at my old company. He’s never given me a second glance before but today he actually couldn’t take his eyes off of me! He TALKED with me too. Usually he’d just say ‘hi’ if we passed in the halls and go about his business, but not today!”


“See, I told you that you looked good in that suit. In fact, if you’d let me pick out your wardrobe from time to time, I’d bet a lot of people would notice you in the future. You’re so shy and dress so plain and conservative all the time. You really need to break out of your shell more often. I could really work wonders with you if you’d let me.”


“Really?” she said with that faraway look in her eyes as if she was mulling it over. “You’d do that for me?”


“Sure! I have a lot of experience with famous designers. You’d be surprised what the right outfit would do to enhance your popularity.”


“Oh, that’s right . . . I had heard that you were quite the center of attention at the fashion show. Hmmm . . . perhaps I will take you up on your offer sometime.”


“You won’t be sorry, I promise. Let’s take a walk along the beach for a while, shall we?” We strolled along the water’s edge for quite a distance. I had to stifle a chuckle as every time we passed a group of guys, Brooke, would fluff herself up and strut her stuff as if she was really something. That suit seemed to transform her into some kind of popular, confident icon or something. It was fun to watch. Of course, as soon as the guys passed by, she’d be back to her lowly, poor self-esteem form.


Every now and then I would casually look back over my shoulder looking for Karen and Lisa. Eventually I spotted them some distance back and decided that now would be a good time to put my plan into action.


“I’m getting hot. Let’s go for a swim and cool off a bit.”


“Okay,” she said and followed me into the water. I swam out pretty far so that my feet couldn’t touch the bottom and true to form Brooke tagged right along. It was as if we were joined at the hip or something. I felt if I had suggested we both stand on our heads she’d do that too!


There was a method to my madness. I wanted to get far enough out away from shore to where she had to really work just to stay afloat. I didn’t want her to concentrate on what was happening to her suit – at least what I HOPED was happening to her suit. After several minutes of hard swimming with her playing catch up, I headed for shore. To my relief I noticed that after a while she slowly but surely began to lag behind getting farther and farther away from me. A sign that something was amiss I thought. I was almost giddy with anticipation.


When I reached shallow water, I stood up and walked onto the beach joining Karen and Lisa who by now were standing there waiting for me.


“She’s still swimming toward shore,” Karen said. “Do you think the suit dissolved like you thought it would?”


“I think so. Notice how SLOW she’s swimming. I’m guessing she’s just now realizing her suit is gone!”


“Let’s hope so,” Karen said giggling. We stood there watching as Brooke approached us eventually stopping about 15 feet from shore.


“Hurry up Brooke,” I called out. “We want to get something to eat.”


Brooke hesitated in the water and looked nervously around. “Ah, you guys go on ahead I’ll catch up later.”


“Don’t be silly. Karen has a nice picnic lunch set up down the beach. Come on. You can swim more later on if you want to.”


Brooke had a look of terror on her face as she silently kept her distance treading water.


“COME ON, Brooke, I’m getting hungry!” I pestered her again.


“Um . . . Tracy could you come here a minute,” she finally said nervously.


For the first time I was now actually sure my plan had worked and made my way into the water towards where she was crouching. “What is it?” I said a bit put out.


“Don’t be mad . . .” she said cautiously.


“Mad? About what?”


Her expression was priceless. If ever there was a look of an embarrassed nude female, THAT was it.


“You know that expensive designer suit you gave me? Well . . . I lost it somehow.”


“YOU LOST IT?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.


“SHHHHHH!” Brooke said almost putting her hand over my mouth half drowning me in the process. “Not so loud! I don’t want Karen and Lisa to know that I’m naked!”


I just giggled. ”Well, sweetie, they’re going to find out soon enough anyway.”


Her eyes widened more than I thought possible. “What do you mean they’re going to find out? You’re not going to TELL them, are you?”


“How on earth are you going to keep it from them? What are you planning on doing - staying here in the water for the rest of your life?”


“Um . . . no, but couldn’t you just get me something to wear?”


“Like what?” I said grabbing her by the hand and leading her closer to shore. Reluctantly Brooke let me bring her along until she was almost crouching in the shallow water trying to keep from being seen. “We came in our suits remember and our towels are way back down the beach somewhere.” By now we were only in a couple of feet of water and her body was quite visible to anyone on the beach despite her best efforts at staying under what little water remained. Karen and Lisa came over and waded into the water to where we were.


“What happened to your suit, Brooke?” Karen said teasingly.


“I lost it swimming I guess,” she answered sheepishly. Spotting Lisa wrapped in a towel she asked, “Lisa can I please have your towel?”


“Uh that would like be a BIG NO!”


“Why not, can’t you see I’m desperate here?” Brooke snapped back indignantly.


“Because she’s not wearing anything but the towel,” Karen explained.


“HUH?”


“After she went swimming earlier, she took a shower and wrapped herself in the towel until she dried off. She didn’t want to put her sticky suit back on again and the towel is ALL she has at the moment.” Karen explained.


“I don’t believe you!” Brooke said emphatically.


“Show her, Lisa” Karen instructed and without a moment’s hesitation Lisa opened the towel and flashed her naked body to us before re-covering herself.


“Oh my GOSH!” said an astonished Brooke. “How can you walk around like that?”


“She’s not ashamed of her body,” Karen answered for her. “And neither should YOU be of yours.”


Brooke wrinkled up her face. “I’m not . . . ashamed that is. I just don’t like the idea of people seeing me naked!!”


“You know . . .” I said interrupting “This might just be a good opportunity for you to work on overcoming that self-esteem problem of yours. Remember our conversation earlier? You asked me to help, didn’t you?”


“Yeah, with my clothing, which is what I urgently need right now.”


“Well, we’re fresh out of options in that department. We have no choice but to just tough it out and make our way back to our stuff.”


“Yeah, it’s not so hard.” Lisa said speaking up. “Just act like it’s no big deal. People will only give you a hard time if you act all embarrassed and stuff. Just walk with confidence and I’ll bet no one will say a thing. It will all be over before you know it.”


“That’s easy for you to say,” Brooke said sarcastically. “YOU’VE got a towel!” My recruit stayed stubbornly huddled under the water covering her body as best she could. She appeared as though she wasn’t going to budge.


I was beginning to think that maybe Brooke wasn’t going to work out well as an ambassador carrying out our corporate plan. She was WAY too sensitive about this nudity thing. I could also sense that Karen was thinking the same thing and I wasn’t about to lose this battle without a fight. Perhaps she just needed a little opportunity to prove herself. After all she was just responding the way that any SANE person would in a similar situation. I had to act fast to salvage my reputation. It was a good thing I had made a contingency plan in case this happened. I smiled and went over to Lisa. “Look Brooke, if it will make you feel better I’m sure Lisa will show you how it’s done, won’t you Lisa?”


Lisa gave me a dirty look but quickly smiled and said cheerfully, “Sure! Just do what I do.” With that she confidently took off her towel and handed it to Karen leaving her completely naked on the beach. Brooke’s eyes widened still farther at seeing her coworker nude. Lisa made her way over to Brooke and took her hand and pulled her up out of the water exposing her completely. She immediately tried to over herself as best she could with her free hand.


“Oh, stop being a baby,” Lisa said treating her like a child. “If you keep that up, people will be making fun of you for sure!” Brooke reluctantly dropped her arm as she followed after Lisa. I noticed Karen checking her out and I could see she approved of my recruit’s body. The two of us joined the naked girls and together we headed off down the beach – deliberately in the WRONG direction. Brooke was so pre-occupied that she didn’t seem to notice.


I saw that my recruit was nervously scanning her eyes around the beach. To my surprise she didn’t try and cover up any more – even when it was obvious that people were staring at her. Mercifully nobody made a scene and we continued on.


“Aren’t you afraid we’re going to get arrested?”


“No, college kids are always skinny-dipping here. We may be drawing some attention, but nobody is going to complain.” Lisa explained. Relax and ENJOY yourself. Most people actually LOVE the feeling of freedom being naked at the beach.”


As we walked along Karen and I engaged her in idle chatter to keep her mind off her lack of attire. She seemed to be loosening up little by little. I had hoped that once the initial shock wore off, she would relax and that actually appeared to be the case. Her nipples were now hard and stuck out like small signs that said “Look at me!”


She was handling this quite well for a novice I thought. That is until she saw him.


“TOM! OH SHIT. IT’S TOM! He’s heading this way! He’s going to spot me for sure!” Brooke said in a panic. “We’ve GOT to get out of here!!”


“Hey, just act like it’s no big deal. He’s between us and our stuff so we have no choice.”


“BUT . . . it’s TOM!! Don’t you understand? He’s well . . . he’s special.”


...

Part 9
BY: Hooked6




Brooke’s face turned red and she didn’t answer the question. She didn’t have to. We all knew that from the way she carried on earlier showing off her suit that he was someone she was smitten with.


Sure enough, in no time he spotted us and was eagerly making his way over to us. “What’s going on?” he asked inquisitively.


“Going on?” Lisa responded, as though she didn’t understand his question. “We’re just having a day at the beach just like you are.”


Tom looked Brooke over with VERY appreciative eyes causing her to blush profusely. To her credit she just stood there and let him gaze to his heart’s content making no effort to cover up. Brooke was one of those girls with labia that extended up from between her legs towards her belly button – drawing Tom’s eyes to her charms. They weren’t hidden underneath a mound of hair like mine. Her clit was already hardened like a pencil eraser too. Trust me she had no secrets from this fellow now! From my own past experiences, I knew how she must have felt and that it was taking ALL her energy just to ACT as if her nudity wasn’t scaring her to death! “Mind if I join you?” he asked not wanting to miss an opportunity to hang out with TWO naked girls.



Brooke looked at me with pleading eyes as if I would come to her rescue.


“No, not at all,” Karen answered before I could respond. “We’re just taking a walk.”


“You guys skinny-dip often?”


“Whenever we feel like it,” Lisa explained.


“I think that rocks!” Tom said supportively. I jockeyed around to where I could stand next to Brooke as we walked along to offer moral support in case she panicked. Standing next to her I noticed her breathing was three times normal. I was afraid she was going to hyperventilate so I tried to engage her in conversation.


“Isn’t this fun? It’s a great day and the weather is PERFECT for an outing at the beach!”


“Yeah, it is rather nice,” Brooke managed to say with her voice quivering a bit.


“Hey have you guys had lunch?” Tom asked.


“No not yet,” I replied.


“You guys want to join us? We’re having a cook out over at Shelter number 9.” He then pointed off towards the picnic area and to a remote covered pavilion nestled amongst some trees. “My friends are right over there.”


“Gee we’d like to Tom but Karen has already made plans for our own picnic,” Brooke remarked hoping to dodge further embarrassment. “I’m afraid we’ll have to take a rain check.”


“Nonsense,” Karen interjected. “All I have are some cold sandwiches. Why on earth would we pass up a chance at burgers on the grill? Sure, we’d LOVE to join you, Tom.”


Lisa quickly shot Karen a cold stare realizing that she too would now have to prolong her exposure as well.


“GREAT! Follow me. Wait until you meet my friends. You’ll really like them.” He led us off the beach and to the covered shelter. As we approached everyone in the pavilion stopped talking. It was as if the nude girls sucked all the energy out of every conversation that had been going on before we arrived. The group consisted of another guy and two girls. “This is Pete and the blonde over there is Nancy and the girl with the dark blue shirt is a good friend of mine, Beth.”


The girls obviously weren’t enthused at the intrusion. Pete on the other hand went out of his way to make us all feel welcome. Brooke understood all too well that Beth was Tom’s girlfriend even though she wasn’t technically introduced that way. Beth appeared moody and acted quite snippy as Tom introduced us to the group.


To my surprise, Brooke seemed more concerned that her secret crush even HAD a girlfriend rather than with her lack of clothing. I supposed that all along she thought him on the market and available. Finding this out under these circumstances must have surely been difficult. Soon it was obvious though that she was going to fight for what she wanted and began flaunting her body – quite sensually too in order to keep Tom’s attention by doing simple things like touching his arm while asking for the salt or accidentally leaning over to reach something affording him a better view of her boobs as they dangled before him. Later while we ate our burgers Brooke even made sure that her legs would ever so casually drift apart so he could get a better look at that special place of hers. Tom would do a double take and then quickly look to see if Beth had seen what had happened.


Though all of this was somewhat childish I felt reassured that I had not been wrong about Brooke. She was indeed capable of doing things IF she REALLY wanted to – a fact not lost on Karen as she too observed Brooke’s gestures.


After dinner Pete asked, “You guys want to go for a swim?”


Beth stood up and said, “I’m not going to swim with people who flaunt their stuff like that. I mean it’s indecent!”


“Lookie here, missy,” Lisa said flippantly. “I’ll have you know there’s nothing wrong with the human body.” And then to drive home her point she added smugly, “Nudity is perfectly acceptable unless you don’t HAVE anything worth LOOKING at!”


Pete and Nancy let out audile gasps as it was clear that Lisa’s remark was meant to provoke Beth.


Beth stood up defiantly and shot back, “Oh, no? What do you call these?” Then to the utter dismay of everyone present including Tom, she yanked off her shirt revealing two large, well-rounded boobs which easily put Brooke’s to shame. Tom’s mouth dropped open. I wasn’t sure if it was because he had never seen her naked breasts before or if it was because of her bold gesture. Either way he was mesmerized.


I could tell Brooke wanted to crawl under the table and hide as her humiliation was quite obvious.


“I think we had better go,” Karen said trying to diffuse the situation before it got out of hand.


“Good idea!” Beth snapped back angrily.


We thanked Pete and Tom for a wonderful lunch and we gingerly headed back out toward the beach. For a moment or two, I was afraid that Beth wasn’t going to leave it alone but she did and we were able to leave peacefully.


“THAT was close,” I remarked as our safety seemed assured.


“Yeah, I was about to teach that bitch a lesson,” Lisa said smugly.


Karen chuckled and said, “I believe you could have taken her.”


“Damn right I could have,” Lisa said confidently.


We continued down the beach still heading AWAY from our spot exposing Brooke to more and more people along the way until finally Brooke spoke up. “I don’t remember walking this far. Are you sure we haven’t passed up the place where you left the towels?”


Karen laughed heartily and replied. “Oh goodness me, I think we’ve walked in the WRONG direction!”


“WHAT?!”


“I guess we should have went the OTHER way. I’m so sorry, it was all my fault. Oh well, we’ll just have to turn around and head back,” Karen said apologetically.




Brooke let out an audible sigh but went along without making a scene.


After walking to where my car was visible Karen stopped and began looking around.


“What’s the matter?” Brooke said nervously.


“They were right here. I left the towels right here!”


“Are you SURE?”

“Of course, I’m sure! I put them down right here in line with Tracy’s car.”


“Maybe they’re just farther up ahead a little. Let’s look around.” Brooke said rather apprehensively.


Of course, everyone EXCEPT Brooke, knew that we weren’t going to find them as Karen had taken them and put them in her car as part of my plan.


“No luck?” she asked as we gathered together after another search.


Lisa grabbed her towel back before Brooke got any ideas and wrapped it around her body.


“Let me have that!” Brooke exclaimed. You can change into your suit. So what if it’s sticky, at least you’ll be covered.”


“Look around. Do you SEE a swimsuit?”


Sure, enough it too was missing. Karen gave Lisa a secret wink unbeknownst to my recruit.


“Now what am I going to do?” Brooke said almost in a panic.


“Well . . .” I replied, “The only thing we CAN do – drive back to my place.”


“You want me to DRIVE with you NAKED?!”


“Oh, it’s not that bad,” I said as if she was being childish. “I’ve done it MANY times.”


The look Brooke gave me spoke volumes. It was as if she was beginning to doubt the sanity of her coworkers – especially me!


“Fine! Let’s just get on with it.” She finally said as she headed toward my car.


Little did she know that her weekend was just about to get interesting.


...

Part 10
BY: Hooked6




As we drove along Brooke sat on her seat with her legs drawn up against her chest effectively covering her from prying eyes. I laughed to myself as I remembered that was how I used to sit when Karen drove me around naked. Finally, I broke the awkward silence and asked playfully, “So, did you have fun at the beach today?”


Brooke looked over at me with one side of her mouth straining to prevent a grin. “Well . . . it was . . . okay.”


“OKAY?! You walk around naked in front of a crowd of people probably for the first time in your entire life and it was just. . . okay?!” I asked disbelievingly.


Brooke couldn’t contain herself any longer and chuckled half-embarrassingly, “I can trust you right? You won’t tell anybody about what happened today, will you?”


“Of course not, so, DID you have fun today?”


She sheepishly lowered her head and admitted, “Yeah, I did.” She then looked at me with her eyes as wide as quarters and continued. “It was like totally AWESOME!!” Her nervous laughter told me that she must have thought she had just gotten away with doing something VERY naughty and that her excitement was winning out over any potential guilt. I couldn’t tell though if she was aroused or not.

Actually, even if I had the opportunity, I was really too embarrassed to check her out down there to find out. Other women, especially attractive ones, make me nervous. One of these days I’m going to have to figure out why that is.


“See I told you we’d have fun together.”


Listen Tracy . . .” she said cautiously. “I’m curious about something.”


“Yes,”


“Oh, never mind. I’m probably just not thinking too clearly right now. Just forget it.”


“No, it’s okay. We’re friends, right? You can feel free to ask me anything.” I said trying to sound supportive.


“Well . . . it’s just that the three of you seem to . . . ah . . . be so calm about what happened today. Lisa wasn’t even embarrassed out there at all! It just doesn’t seem to make sense and then YOU said that you’ve driven around naked yourself MANY times. Are you all nudists or something or are you all just plain crazy?”


“No,” I said laughing heartily. “We’re not nudists. The thought of being naked – especially in public scares me to death! Lisa is the same way I can assure you. She may have appeared calm but believe me she was as nervous as YOU were!”


Brooke had the most puzzling look on her face. “I’m like totally confused. Let’s just forget I even asked. I don’t think I want to know anyway.”


“Aw, you know you REALLY DO want to know. You wouldn’t have brought it up otherwise.” I said as we stopped at a traffic light.


“Don’t take offense at this but if you guys are all weirdoes or something, I’m not sure I want to hang out with you.” Brooke drew her arms up tighter around her legs as if to protect herself – from me, presumably.


I laughed again openly. “Don’t be silly. We’re not weirdoes.”


“Yeah, whatever,” she replied trying to dismiss my statement.


“No really, we aren’t. Are YOU a weirdo?”


“HUH?”


“Well, YOU just said you had fun being naked at the beach so I guess that makes YOU a weirdo too.”


“I’m a normal person! And HEY! This isn’t the way to my apartment.”


“My place is closer. I figured you’d rather get someplace as soon as you could. Your apartment is over an hour away.”


“Oh . . . yeah, I forgot. Thanks for looking out for me. Anyway, today was just an accident. YOU said you drive around naked all the time. That’s not an accident! That’s just wrong!” The tone of her voice was extremely judgmental.


I drove on in silence letting her ponder it all for a while. I didn’t want her to go around the office telling everybody that Karen, Lisa and I were ‘off-the-wall’ so to speak. I wasn’t ready for her to find out about our clandestine corporate program either. The silence between us was growing almost unbearable and I knew I had to address her concerns. I was about to put the next part of my plan into action when I noticed that she had relaxed her arms and had turned to face me in her seat, no longer concerned about protecting her modesty. Her breasts were now completely uncovered. She seemed to be struggling with whatever it was she wanted to say finding it hard to actually get it out.


“I’m going to probably regret this but I still want to hang out with you – even if you ARE a little ‘out there.’ A lot of what you said before about my poor self-esteem is true. I’ve never really been popular and my confidence level could use a little support. Maybe you CAN help me a little. Besides it beats watching TV.”


“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” I replied carefully. “But what I tell you has to remain in the strictest confidence. You see I used to be JUST like you.”


“No way!”


“It’s true. Then I found some friends that brought me out of my shell and over time I used my new self-assurance to better myself.”


“Karen and Lisa?” she asked enthusiastically. Damn this girl was quite perceptive! I was going to have to be careful about what I said around her.


“No not Karen or Lisa.” I replied firmly. “Anyway, I learned a lot and I’d be happy to help you out, but you’re going to have to trust me.”


“Okay.”


“For starters, let’s get you used to being out and about without fifty layers of clothes. When we get to my house, I’ll pick out an outfit for you and I want you to wear it for the rest of the weekend.” I explained.


“Whew!” Brooke said almost in a sigh. “For a minute there I thought you were going to keep me naked!”


I laughed and then gave her an evil grin without saying anything further. I could tell she was having second thoughts about all this as she once again did her best to keep herself covered. Still, I was amazed that she had placed her blind trust in me and actually was going to let me take control over her clothing. I felt pretty good about that and secretly I relished the feeling of power that I now seemed to be able to exercise over her. I began to see what Karen found so thrilling about her role when she was training me in the early days. For some strange reason I began to get a little aroused at that thought, which embarrassed me somewhat.


Soon we arrived at my place and Brooke waited until I had unlocked my door and had it open before she made her mad dash inside. Her wide smile betrayed the verbal protest she made about being forced to streak from my car.


I disappeared back to my bedroom and selected the garments I wanted her to wear. “Here,” I said holding my arms out to my new recruit, “put these on.”


“Gladly!” she said with relief as she took them from me. “Nice underwear. You’ve got good taste.” She tried on the dark blue bra and it fit - a little snugly - but it fit. The panties were made of cotton and were light pink in color. “How’d you know my size?”


“I didn’t. We just got lucky I guess.”


“What else do you want me to wear?” she asked inquisitively.


“What else?” I said obviously confused. “That’s all there is.”


“You want me to walk around wearing only a bra and a pair of panties?!”


“What’s the matter, my stuff not good enough for you?” I said as though I was offended. “You can always go naked if you’d rather. It wouldn’t bother me in the least.”


“Oh gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. This is fine, really.” She said feeling guilty.


“Wait here a minute,” I instructed and left her standing alone in my front room. I gathered up her clothes, the ones that she had worn over to my house the previous day and brought them out with me.


Seeing them in my hands she quickly blurted out, “I don’t need them back. I’m fine, really! I didn’t mean to upset you. Please don’t be mad at me.”


Once again, her lack of self-confidence was evident and she seemed so worried that she had displeased me somehow. She noticed that I was carrying her clothes and immediately jumped to the conclusion that I was mad and was going to make her get dressed and leave!


“Brooke, are you serious about me helping you? Do you REALLY and TRULY want to change?”


“Well . . . yeah, I am . . . I guess,” she said nervously.


“That doesn’t sound too convincing to me.”


“I’m sorry,” she said apologizing once again. “I really DO want your help . . . HONESTLY! Don’t be mad.”


“I’m not mad, here take these,” I said handing her the clothes. She looked at me so confused and maybe a little hurt as if I didn’t actually believe her answer. “If you really want my help, then there’s NO going back.”


“What do you mean? I don’t understand.”


I handed her a pair of scissors, “I want you to cut up your outfit into little pieces for me.”


“Huh? . . . What for?”


“Look at it this way. What chance do you think a smoker has of truly quitting the habit if she carries a pack of cigarettes in her purse everywhere she goes?”


“Not much of a chance, I’d say.”


“Exactly,” I replied. “And what chance do you have of truly changing if your old clothes are within easy reach here at my place? I want you to be dependent upon my direction and trust me that what I have you do is really for your own benefit. So, by cutting up your old clothes you are saying goodbye to the OLD you and are committing yourself to make a change for the better. There’s no going back. Does that make sense?”


Brooke stood there thinking over what I had just said. I was taking a big chance here. She could easily decide that I was too crazy for her liking and ditch the whole idea. I began to believe that maybe I was pushing her too hard – that maybe I should have moved slower. Still, I thought, it was better to find these things out sooner rather than later. If she wasn’t going to be a suitable recruit, I would rather find that out now as opposed to discovering that in the middle of a delicate contract negotiation.


“But my clothes . . .” She muttered half under her breath; her voice trailing off. She stood there staring at them for quite some time before saying. “Tracy, you’re right. I’m going to do it!”


She picked up the scissors again and began cutting her blouse into small unusable pieces. Her slacks were harder to destroy but to her credit she diligently struggled along until at last they too were useless. Her own bra and panties met the same fate. When she was done she looked up at me and smiled. “That was fun!” and then her smile vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared and she added, “What have I done?!”


“You’ve taken a big step, sister, a BIG step indeed.” I said encouragingly.


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Part 11
By: Hooked6




I told Brooke to make herself comfortable while I went to change. After I had gotten out of my bikini and put on my regular clothes, the difference in our attire seemed to have an immediate effect on her. When I was still in a two-piece skimpy bikini we almost looked alike – each revealing as much skin as the other even though her outfit consisted solely of a bra and panties. But once I was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt her entire affect changed once again to apprehension. Hadn’t this girl ever been to a slumber party, I wondered? It seemed as though sitting around in her underwear in front of another girl was unthinkable. I began to think I had my work cut out for me.


We talked a while about unrelated stuff as she constantly expended nervous energy by tapping her foot on the floor or repeatedly shifting her posture in the chair she was sitting in. I had hoped that she would eventually calm down, but I wasn’t impressed with our progress. I guessed the realization of what she had committed to was finally hitting home.


“Why don’t we go for a walk? There’s a nice park with a neat trail through the woods not too far from here.” I said deciding it was time to get on with the program. You should have seen her face! It turned white as a sheet! I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.


“I . . . I can’t go out like this?” she said nervously.


“Oh, don’t tell me you’re still obsessing about your wardrobe? You already walked the beach wearing MUCH less.”


“No, I mean . . . I’m barefoot! My feet will get all cut up.” she explained.


“You still have your shoes here,” I said a bit put out.


“Well yeah, but you didn’t say I could wear them.”


I smiled realizing that she wasn’t going to do the obvious thing and put her shoes on just because I hadn’t yet given her permission. Now to you guys, that may not be a big thing but think about that for a minute. Here was this girl who was waiting for me to give her permission to put on her own shoes! I suddenly felt myself getting very wet at the prospect of having a girl totally submitting to my every command. All sorts of dirty thoughts ran through my mind that clearly ran outside the purpose of my corporate mission. I was going to have to watch myself.


I drove to the park and found a place to leave the car which was close to the hiking trail. The park wasn’t terribly crowded which I thought might give Brooke some relief.


As we started out on the trail, I picked up the pace and “pep-stepped” for a while. Brooke’s bra did little to retard the jiggling of her breasts as we hiked along. In fact, it was almost like she wasn’t wearing ANY support. I chuckled at watching her walk along. It didn’t take long for her nipples to poke through the thin blue material of the bra either. I was curious so I slowed down a bit and caught the view of her rear. Brooke was blessed (or cursed) with one of those booty’s that wiggled from side to side with each step she took. Poor Brooke, even the panties I selected were letting her down. She was jiggling everywhere!


For quite a while we were alone on the trail and Brooke seemed to be loosening up. I asked her about Tom and tried to find out what she thought about him seeing her naked for the first time.


“It . . . well . . . it was exciting,” she said half out of breath. I wasn’t sure if that was because of our fast pace or the subject matter at hand.


“Do you think he LIKED what he saw?”


Brooke just giggled without answering my question.


“Come on, you can tell me. Do you think he LIKED what he saw?”


“I’m pretty sure he did.” She said still giggling.


“How do you figure?”


Her face turned red and her breathing got faster. “I think I gave him a boner.” She finally blurted out sheepishly; totally embarrassed at having to say that out loud!


“You did not! Are you serious?!” I asked innocently joining her laughter like a teenager. Truthfully from where I had been sitting it was quite obvious that Tom had been aroused but I played dumb.


“Oh YEAH, there was NO mistaking it!” she said almost choking on her words her pride in her accomplishment was so obvious. “Guys can’t hide their arousals like we women can,” she said laughing all the more.


“Well . . .” I said teasingly, “At least SOME women can hide them anyway.”


“What do you mean?” she asked stopping in mid stride. “OH CRAP!” she exclaimed as she looked down and saw the dark wet spot between her legs that extended up the light pink colored panties. Her face turned deep red with embarrassment.


“Don’t worry about it.” I said supportively. “I think it’s neat that you respond that way. It’s perfectly natural you know.”


Brooke didn’t say a word but kept looking at the ground. I could tell she was totally mortified that she had been discovered.


“What’s the big deal? So, I know you’re horny. That’s not the end of the world. It’s just between us girls you know.”


“Yeah, I suppose . . .” she finally said as we started walking again. “It’s just so . . . so embarrassing!! I feel like a kid who got caught playing with herself by one of her parents, that’s all.”


“Has that ever happened to you?”


Brooke stopped walking again almost tripping in the process. She stared at me and exclaimed “TRACY!!!!” as if she couldn’t believe I would ask her such a question.


“Well, has it?” I persisted.


“Let’s just change the subject, okay?”


Brooke was about to walk away when I grabbed her arm to stop her. “Wait a minute.” I said purposely gazing down between her legs. “Check this out. Do you realize how wet you just got in the last few seconds? You’re like totally SOAKED down there now!!”


“What?!” she looked down once again and sure enough the dark spot was much more pronounced than it had been only moments before. The spot actually extended more than a little way UP the front of her panties now following the outline of her prominent labia. It was terribly noticeable.


“There must be something about my question and your past that really gets you excited, isn’t that right?” I asked teasing her unmercifully.


“Can we just leave it alone?” she asked almost begging me to quit. Part of me wanted to torture her some more as I was enjoying it so, but my brain won out and I said, “I’m sorry. I’ll quit pestering you.”


We continued to walk on.


“You like this don’t you?” I asked playfully. “Walking around in public in just your underwear, I mean.”


“I can’t lie NOW, can I?” she remarked sarcastically. “I mean you can TELL I’m HOT as hell!” I just giggled at her words. “It’s not fair that you know.” She continued.


“What isn’t?”


“That I can’t tell if YOU are horny or not, just look at you all dressed up while I’m practically NAKED!” she complained.

I made an exaggerated attempt to bend over and look between my legs, partially as a joke and then replied, “No I guess you can’t, can you?”


“Very funny,” she said laughing. “I’ll bet you’re as wet as I am.”


“Maybe . . . maybe not. Like you said, you’ll never know.”


Truth be told I was as wet as she was and maybe more. I’d just die if she ever found out though and that’s the truth!


We walked on and talked some more and then all at once she stopped dead in her tracks.


“What’s wrong?” I asked looking at her. “Is something the matter?”


“IT’S HIM!” she said in a frightened whisper!


“Who?” I asked confused.


“MR. DARTHWAITE, you dope!!” Her face turned as pale as a ghost. “You know, our PRESIDENT!!” she added for emphasis.


“Oh,” I said simply as he approached. “It will give me a chance to introduce you. Come on.”


Brooke looked at me like I was out of my mind and I was afraid she was going to bolt! “Just act natural,” I said hoping to focus her attention on me rather than on her intuitive instinct to run. “He’s a cool guy. You’ll see.”


“YOU’RE INSANE!” she whispered emphatically.


“Tracy,” he said cheerfully as he approached. “What a surprise!”


“Oh hello, Mr. Darthwaite,” I said respectfully. “Out for a stroll?”


“Yes, it’s such a beautiful day I thought I’d get some fresh air.” He said stopping in front of us. He looked at Brooke and said, “You look familiar, do I know you?”


“I’m sorry, this is Brooke Payne,” I said putting my hand on her shoulder. “She works downstairs at our office.” As he extended his hand to shake hers, I continued, “Brooke, this is Mr. Darthwaite, our corporate President.”


I could feel Brooke trembling with fear as I kept my hand on her shoulder as she shook his hand. “Pleased to meet you sir” she said trying to sound confident, though her voice cracked at the end.


I was sure Brooke was terrified that he was going to notice that she was only wearing underwear or worse that she was like totally WET down there.


He made no secret about the fact that he was looking her over as his eyes slowly made the journey down her chest, stopping briefly at her waist then continuing on to her feet and then slowly returning his gaze back up her body until he made eye contact again.


“I see you are enjoying yourself, today . . . Brooke, was it?” he asked making sure he got the name right.


“Yes sir, Brooke Payne,” she answered nervously as she looked down checking out how visible her wetness was. She was obviously VERY self-conscious and I thought she might faint under the stress.


“Well Brooke, you just stick close to Tracy here. I’m very proud of her, you know. She can teach you a lot. If you apply yourself, I’m sure you’ll go far in our company. That is, if you WANT to.”


“Oh, I DO, sir. I REALLY DO!” Brooke said seizing on his words as though she had spotted a way to advance her career. “Though I’m new to the company, I work very hard every day and I LOVE my job.”


“Fine, that’s fine,” he said with his usual poker face. “Just remember, Tracy here is one of my brightest stars. Listen to her and I’m sure you’ll go far. Well, I must be off.” he said looking at his watch. He gave Brooke the once over one last time and said with a grin,” It was VERY nice meeting you Brooke, very nice indeed.”


“Thank you, sir,” Brooke replied meekly as he walked off leaving us behind.


“OH. MY. GAWD!!!” she said finally when he was out of earshot. “HE SAW THAT I WAS HORNY!!! I just want to crawl under a rock and die! He must think I’m like, a total skank!”


“Nonsense, didn’t you hear what he said?”


“Look Trace, I am standing out here in my panties for heaven’s sake. What else would he think about me!!!”


“I think you made a good first impression. Like I’ve been telling you all day and he himself just said, all you have to do is just listen to me and do what I say. Now, you’ve got TWO reasons to do it: to improve your self-esteem and secondly to get ahead in your career!”


“You don’t think I just made an absolute and complete utter fool of myself?!”


“No, I don’t,” I said firmly. “Now, let’s play a game . . .”


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