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The Fashion Show – Part One (Exh, Humil, BOOK LENGTH NOVEL)
BY: HOOKED6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)

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The Fashion Show – Part One
BY: HOOKED6

Synopsis:

Tracy is a young professional who desperately wants to climb the corporate ladder. She finds herself involved in innocent situations which often lead to embarrassing public exposure and nudity as a result of an intra-company rivalry that gets out of hand – (women can be so cruel to each other when boys are involved.) If you think this is a cliché story about a fashion show, you'd be quite mistaken as the story is anything but a run-of-the-mill fashion show – which only starts the fun. Several young women compete for the same job in a large well-known corporation and end up in an all-out ENF- humiliation war! Who will end up being the winner?

This literary work of mine is quite long - 18 chapters to this first book - and is actually part of a trilogy (there are 3 books to this work) The story starts slow with some basic character development and grows into a complicated plot that takes some unexpected twists. I hope you like it. Those who drop out after reading only a few chapters will miss all the fun!
Hooked6

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“So do you think you can help us out?” asked Karen, a coworker of mine.


I had just started at this upscale company in the heart of downtown. It was my first “real” job after getting out of school. Karen and I worked next to each other and we were VERY competitive. We had similar job responsibilities but she had been with the company for years before working her way up to her present job. I always felt she resented the fact that I got the same job right out of school.


I was still learning my way around the company’s informal rules for success. I discovered that the company was big on charity work and encouraged its team members to get involved. Naturally I decided to do a little investigative snooping and found out the boss’s favorite charity and decided to volunteer as soon as I could arrange it. Unfortunately, I just hadn’t gotten around to it.


Karen had just handed me a flier about a fashion show that low and behold was to benefit – you guessed it – the boss’s favorite cause. She told me that it was a HUGE to-do held at the OMNI downtown. Three famous fashion designers: one from New York, one from Los Angeles and one from Paris brought in their latest works and local talent modeled the designs. I had heard of this event but had never really paid it much attention.


“Our company is one of several big firms that sponsor this event,” Karen explained. “We are always short of volunteers for some reason. Seems like everybody wants to GO, but no one wants to actually do the WORK.”


I figured this was my chance at gaining some dmuch-needed visibility among the corporate big wigs. Lady luck was smiling right at me and I’d be stupid to pass this up. “I’d love to help,” I said enthusiastically. “What can I do?”


“Well . . . as you know I am the company coordinator for this event,” she said smugly. It figured, I thought. She was always trying to brag about her accomplishments. “Anyway,” she continued, “I am desperately short a model. I have one position left to fill and the show is on Saturday! I think you would do a fantastic job. What do you say?”


“ME?! A model?!” I exclaimed incredulously. “I don’t have a clue how to be a model. I wouldn’t know the first thing to do.”


“Nonsense, you’d be PERFECT. Look at you. You have a GREAT figure, your face is adorable and your posture is next to perfect,” she said encouragingly.


“But these are famous designers. They’re used to working with professional models. I can’t . . .”

“SURE, you can. All the models have to be LOCAL people. That’s the whole point. They can’t professionals. The charity does better financially when local people are involved. Besides,” she continued, “Just think of all the publicity you’ll get – your picture in the paper, the company newsletter . . . everyone who is anyone will be there – even Mr. Shambrenner the sports team owner.”


“I’LL DO IT!” I replied caught up in her enthusiasm. The thought of mingling with so many influential people was motivation enough. Karen didn’t know it but she had just given me the key to my advancement at the company!


Just then Mr. Darthwaite, the company President walked by. “Mr. Darthwaite,” Karen called out to him.


“Yes,” he said as he turned to join us.


“Tracy has agreed to be one of the models for the fashion show this Saturday.”


“Has she now,” he said looking me over.


“Yes, it’s true, Mr. Darthwaite,” I said with my voice trembling. I was actually talking to the company President!!! I had seen him many times but he never even acknowledged me. Now he was standing here talking to me about his favorite charity event.


“What designer will she model for?” he asked.


“I have her down for down for Renee Dubois, the designer from Paris,” Karen replied.


Paris? I was going to model for the French designer? This was beyond my wildest dreams!!


“Oh?” Mr. Darthwaite remarked with a funny grin on his face. He stared at me intently not saying a word. Just as I was worried that he was thinking I wasn’t right for the job he added, “Well, I think she’ll do a MARVELOUS job representing the company.”


“Thank you, Mr. Darthwaite,” I said with my voice trembling.


“Tracy, wasn’t it?” he asked shaking my hand as he was smiling at me.


“Yes sir, Tracy Adams.” I replied with pride making sure he wouldn’t forget my name.

“I’ll be looking forward to seeing you Saturday. Good work, Tracy,” he said as he left us. He actually said my name!! I was so proud.


“Oh Karen,” I said a bit regretfully. “I really don’t know how to model.”


Karen told me how she wanted me to do it. “You walk down the runway placing one foot in front of the other swinging your hips in an exaggerated fashion as you go. When you get to the end, you put your hands on your hips and placing your weight on your right foot turn slightly to the left. Hold that pose a while then repeat the process putting your weight on your left foot and facing right. When it’s time to go, turn around and show off the back of the garment and then return. It’s easy. Try it”


I did my best and, after a few practice attempts, it actually felt quite natural. Karen was most reassuring which boosted my sagging confidence immensely. Gee, maybe I COULD be a model. Karen said to look for her at the Omni and she’d help me. I took the poster and couldn’t wait for my big day!


Saturday finally arrived and I started to panic – my hair!! I needed to get it fixed. Luckily, I was able to get my stylist to work me in. She was only too happy to help when she heard I was going to be in the fashion show modeling Renee Dubois’ designs.


When I arrived at the Omni, Karen greeted me in a panic, “WHERE have you BEEN? I was worried you chickened out!” she grabbed me by the hand and led me into the half-filled auditorium and down the side aisle towards the back.


“But the show starts at 8:00 and it is only 7:00 now,” I protested. “There’s plenty of time!”


We reached the back and there were people milling around everywhere scurrying this way and that. Karen took me to a gentleman of small stature and introduced me.


“Madame, you are most late,” he said with a THICK French accent. “Tsk, there is no time for zee hair. We must do what we can with the make-up, eh? The show she is a starting soon, no?” He led me to stand in front of a lady with all sorts of cosmetics on a cart. “Please for you to take off your clothes. We must hurry.” He instructed firmly.


“What . . . HERE?!” I said with concern. “Where’s the dressing room?”


“What? You are so special you need a private dressing room?” he said obviously put out at working with such an amateur. “Of course, here; you will have many garments to get into for the show, eh? No time for zee dressing room. You will be changing quickly. Time is of the utmost, no? Now, please to get out of your clothes.”

I looked around and there were two other models already in fancy gowns being attended to by their handlers. I started to unbutton my blouse when I noticed that there were men roaming around backstage too! Not the designers but stage hands – YOUNG stage hands and all sorts of volunteers! It hit me I was about to change in front of them!


Being prompted by the make-up artist I realized I had to comply. After all I was the one who wanted to be the fashion model and impress my boss. I convinced myself that all fashion models did this and it was no big deal so I hurriedly took off everything, including my shoes leaving me in just my white bra and panties. Why didn’t I have the sense to at least wear something fancy under my clothes?


As the lady was applying my make-up in earnest, I saw Renee looking through racks of clothing along the side wall.


“Well Tracy, I see you made it?” I heard a voice say.


“Mr. Darthwaite!” I exclaimed in shock. There I was standing in my underwear in front of the company President! I was so embarrassed that I wanted to cover myself but the make-up artist told me not to move.


“I’m REALLY looking forward to seeing you model tonight. I’m sure you’ll do the company proud,” he said. I could see him looking me over obviously delighted at catching me half-naked. I had wanted to make a big impression on him, but not THIS way! It was humiliating having to stand there unable to move as he just stood there taking me in. Finally, the artist was done and Mr. Darthewaite wished me well and he too left to wander about.


Mr. Dubois returned holding a garment. “Are you not finished the changing yet?!”


“What do you mean? I took off my clothes,” I said quite confused.


“The underwear must go too, no? No panty-lines must show, eh? I will give you everything you are to wear. Now please for zee last time to get undressed. The time she is growing short!”


He watched me as I unsnapped my bra and took it off then waited as I removed my panties. “Very nice, no?” he said to the make-up artist as they both checked me out in minute detail. “No time to remove, how you say, the pubic hair. It must stay, I think. Oh well, we’ll do the best we can.”


My eyes widened at the thought that most “real” models must shave. Surely, I must have been a disappointment to him and my self-esteem plummeted to a new low! As I stood there naked waiting for him to select my gown, I couldn’t help but notice how many people backstage were checking me out. Of course, when they saw I had spotted them looking at me they would quickly turn away. It then occurred to me that I was the ONLY one naked. The other two models were already dressed! Have you ever been in a situation where you are naked among a crowd of clothed people? It is nerve-wracking I can tell you.


“My you look nice,” Karen said as she approached. She had a guy from the office with her too! “Tracy, you know Jim Turner, don’t you?”


“Hi, Jim,” I said meekly not quite knowing what to do. If I covered up, I would appear embarrassed. If I stayed calm and acted natural, he might think it was no big deal.


“Jim is a backstage volunteer. He’s helping me with the show tonight.” Karen explained.


“How nice,” I said nervously realizing he was probably going to be seeing more of me the rest of the night.


“In fact,” she continued, “There are quite a few coworkers here. I’m sure you’ll see them sooner or later. Oh, Kristy, come here a minute,” Karen called out as she spotted another coworker of ours.


Kristy hurried over. “Hi Tracy, nice to see you,” she said smiling seeing that I was naked. “I wish I was as brave as you are!” Just great, I thought. Another employee was seeing me without clothes.


“Kristy, take this to the lighting director right away,” Karen instructed handing her a piece of paper.


“You got it, Karen,” she said with a smile after she read the note.


Just then I heard the Emcee talking over the loudspeakers greeting the audience. The program was about to start! My heart began to pound. Soon I was going to walk out in front of hundreds of people and be modeling the latest fashions.


Just then Renee walked over and handed me my garment.


“You want me to wear THAT?!” I exclaimed.

Part 2

By HOOKED6


I couldn’t believe my eyes! My garment was basically a giant lampshade!


He helped me into it and my heart sank. The design started just above my breasts and flared out to a giant ring about five feet wide at the bottom coming down to barely my upper thigh! I must have looked ridiculous.


Renee said I looked wonderful and went back to his racks as Karen escorted me toward the stage entrance.


“But Karen!” I protested. “The other girls had such beautiful dresses and I have to wear this?!”


Karen just smiled and said, “Relax. They aren’t ALL like this. Besides, the other designers are more conservative. One does historical gowns like you’ve seen in the movie ‘Gone with the Wind’ and the other does formalwear for weddings and stuff. Renee on the other hand is an avant-garde, cutting-edge designer. Everyone will be paying special attention to YOU because of that. Just think, of all the models, YOU’LL most likely be the one that gets her picture the paper tomorrow!”


“But . . .” I whispered as Karen pushed me out onto the stage. I was shocked! It was so bright as a spotlight shown directly upon me and followed my every move! I remembered what Karen had told me about how to walk so I swallowed hard and started toward the runway as the last model exited the stage. As I squinted my eyes, I could see that everyone in the audience was so formally dressed and that chairs were on the floor below right next to the elevated runway. There were hundreds of them! And the runway was much longer than I thought! I was hoping just to take a few steps, do my turn and get off stage. Instead, I had to walk about twenty yards! Though I was truly nervous I tried to appear calm and swung my hips as Karen had told me to trying to act professional


Then it hit me! I was NAKED under this so-called lampshade dress. Anyone sitting in the chairs next to the elevated runway could look RIGHT UP THE 5-foot HOOP SKIRT AND SEE EVERYTHNG! My legs almost gave way as I actually saw people doing just that! Both men AND women! How embarrassing!! I just hoped that no one I knew was out there seeing all this! Of course, I had no way of knowing either way and that thought petrified me to no end!


“Just keep walking,” I told myself. “Just keep walking!” Flashes went off from numerous cameras in the audience and I couldn’t help but think they were all newspaper and magazine photographers!


I finally got to the end of the runway and put my weight on my right foot and swung my hips in an exaggerated move to the left as I had practiced with Karen. I then heard some chuckling from the audience and realized that in doing that, my hoop swung way up exposing both my pelvis and my breasts to the crowd in the distance. I quickly changed sides unfortunately flashing the right side of the hall as well! I then turned around and proceeded to head back. Looking down I then saw two shadows on the floor, one from the hoop-skirt and the other the clear and unmistakable outline of my body within the skirt! That stupid spot light made my lampshade dress practically see-through! Even I could see my pubes through the material! The audience must have gotten an eyeful!


Once backstage, Karen quickly ushered me back to Renee and my lampshade dress was hurriedly removed leaving me naked once again among the hordes of volunteers and stage workers. I couldn’t help but look around. The sight of them looking at me - some were actually LEARING at me, made me very uncomfortable.


“We must move quickly, eh? There’s no time to lose,” Renee said jolting me back to reality. Renee wrapped a pink piece of material around my waist and tied it Polynesian style at my right hip. The material was about 8 inches wide on my left hip and cut across my pelvis at a high angle before reaching the knot on the right! It BARELY covered my labia. He then wrapped another pink piece of material around my breasts and tied it in the back. Karen quickly ushered me toward the stage before I even had a chance to be sure how I looked. At the last minute I was handed a flower arrangement and pushed out on stage as the model before me exited.


Once again, I was walking down the runway. I wasn’t sure, but from the cool breeze I felt down below, I was certain I was showing more than I had ever dared to in public! Without a bra my breasts jiggled up and down with every step I took. I didn’t know what to do with the flower arrangement I was holding, so I alternated it back and forth between my hands trying to find a comfortable position. As I did so and with all the jiggling of my boobs as I walked, I felt the material of my top slipping and in a few short seconds I realized that my right breast was completed uncovered! I started to panic.


As I ambled on, I clumsily used my free hand to try and pull the top back in place, which was no easy task while trying to act poised. No sooner had I gotten it recovered, the material fell away from my left breast! I shifted the flowers out of left hand and used it to try and re-cover myself. And so it went down the runway all the while with my body in the intense spotlight.


I made the required poses at the end and made my turn. As I started walking back the knot came undone and my skirt, such as it was, slipped completely off of me revealing my butt to the audience! I quickly bent down to retrieve it which was a HUGE mistake as the spontaneous applause that erupted told me I had just flashed my most intimate parts to those seated closest to the stage! I blushed immensely, grabbed the material and without even trying to put it on literally ran back stage.


“Listen to them out there!” Karen said joyfully. “They LOVE you!”


They loved my naked ass, I thought quite upset at myself for being so stupid. Karen quickly undid my top and took hold of all the material once again leaving me completely exposed. The next model passed me wearing a gorgeous full-length white gown as she headed toward the stage for her turn in the limelight. Why couldn’t I get to wear something like that I wondered?


Standing behind me, Renee proceeded to drape a large, thick blue “U”-shaped piece of cloth around my neck and let the floor length panels hang down in front of me. The color was quite beautiful, I thought. He came around to my front and opened the panels a bit, fluffed the material and nodded toward Karen who started escorting me once again to the stage!


“WAIT A MINUTE!” I whispered to her in a panic. “Where’s the rest of my gown?!”


“That’s it,” she said matter-of-factly. “Don’t worry your boobs are covered.”

“Yeah, but the REST of me isn’t!” I cried as she pushed me on stage.


There was nowhere to run. I nervously started walking. As I looked down, she was right, my boobs were indeed covered and the material did overlap enough to cover my pubic hair. When I walked, however, the panels separated a bit showing a touch of everything I had. Just enough to tease, I tried to reassure myself – just enough to tease. I thought if I was careful enough and walked slowly, I wouldn’t show too much. Of course, because the material was basically hanging in a “U”-shape around my neck, my back and ass were completely uncovered! I was positive I heard a few “ooohs and aaahs” from some in the crowd as I reached the end of the runway and turned around revealing my backside to the full audience for the first time!


Walking slowly only prolonged my exposure but I didn’t want to appear unprofessional so I kept my pace slow and even, just as I had when I had first started. Man, that was hard to do knowing that hundreds of pairs of eyes were burning another hole in my butt as they were fixed on that part of my anatomy.


I got backstage passing another model who was wearing another full-length gown. Was I the ONLY one wearing such risqué outfits?


Renee yanked the material from around my shoulders and then to my utter and total dismay pressed a yellow, 3-inch daisy to the nipple on my left breast. “It’s wet!” I cried.


“Oh, that’s just the temporary glue,” Karen explained. “Don’t worry the flower will come off.” Renee then pressed another yellow daisy on my other nipple. How weird is this. I could hardly wait to see what kind of skirt he was going to give me this time! I didn’t have to wonder long – he stuck another daisy right on my clit! It barely covered my hair as wisps of it stuck out from behind the flower.


“Oh well,” he said noticing my hair protruding from behind the petals, “It will have to do.” He nodded once again to Karen who led me towards the stage.


“What’s next?” I said very sarcastically to Karen. “Is he sending me out NAKED after this?” To my horror, she just smiled without saying a word and my legs almost gave out from under me. “He wouldn’t dare!” I murmured as she pushed me out.


Of course, from the side my breasts were entirely exposed to anyone looking. I was sure those damn flowers were going to fall off with all the bouncing my boobs were doing as I walked. Only my nipples were covered. As I looked around at the audience this time all I saw were smiles. Some smiles were playful; others were embarrassed for me and still others seemed to be mocking me. Then I saw the best smile of all – Mr. Darthwaite was smiling his great approval and nodded reassuringly in my direction. At least this was all going to be worth it I thought. And I continued on, finishing my turn.


Once backstage, Karen literally pulled a daisy right off my nipple showing absolutely no mercy whatsoever.


“OOWW!!” I yelled.


“Oh, did that hurt?” she asked teasingly. “Just wait until I rip this one off!”


“DAMN!!” I cursed as she pulled the one off my pubes taking what seemed like a fistful of hair along with it. Of course, there were only a few strands actually stuck to the daisy when I looked at it but that didn’t make it hurt any less!


I began to really worry about what I was going to have to wear next when I heard the sounds of bounding applause from out in the auditorium and the Emcee saying, “Thank you ladies and gentlemen. That concludes our fashion show. Now it’s on to the fund-raising portion of our show – the silent auction. As you now each designer has donated a gown of his choosing which will be auctioned off to the highest bidder. The models will be coming out soon to walk among you so you can evaluate the designs and decide which ones you want to bid on. Please be generous as I don’t have to tell you that this is all for a good cause. Help yourselves to some refreshments at the back of the auditorium as we await the auction. Thank you all for coming tonight. Let’s make this our most successful year yet!”


I felt a great wave of relief come over me as I realized that at least the show was over. Standing there backstage I was still naked as Renee looked over the huge array of garments on the rack. The other models had already changed into their auction garb leaving me once again the lone nude standout among the crowd.


“Way to go, Tracy!” I heard someone say. “You were GREAT out there!”


I turned around and to my surprise I saw three people I work with, Lisa, Mandy and Kayla and with them were their boyfriends! They obviously weren’t volunteers as they were all dressed to the nines in long formal gowns and tuxedos and they were each holding show programs.


“What are you doing back here?” I asked quite anxiously.


“It’s intermission. People can come backstage now and talk with the designers if they want. It’s quite a thrill getting to meet a real famous designer in person you know!” Kayla said excitedly.


“You must be soooo excited!” Mandy said wickedly grinning from ear to ear as she was looking down at my pussy. I was mortified to think that she thought this was all arousing in some weird sort of way. Truth be told I was indeed quite wet down there but I sure didn’t want anyone else to know that!


“What do you mean?” I asked defensively wishing that Renee would hurry the hell up and give me my auction garment.


“Oh nothing,” Mandy said coyly. “It just that it’s not every day one gets to work with a world-renowned artist you know.”


“Oh,” I replied meekly. “I guess not.” I noticed that everyone was still checking me out which made me VERY uncomfortable. And I worried about what imperfections they were all discovering about my body. How was I EVER going to face them at work again I wondered?


“I always thought you shaved?” Lisa remarked being the catty person she always was. “Obviously not,” she then added drawing attention to my scraggly pubic hair.


I wasn’t going to let her get the best of me so I said simply, “No, Lisa, Unlike SOME people I prefer the natural look!”

Part 3
By Hooked6


I think I pissed Lisa off with my off-hand reference to her boob-job. I looked over at Renee who was now talking with a bunch of smartly attired patrons and his hands were still empty. He still hadn’t yet selected my auction garment and didn’t look like he was going to any time soon either.


“Yoo-hoo,” I heard Lisa call out. I wasn’t surprised to see her beckoning yet more of my coworkers over for a look. “Come say hello to Tracy,” she instructed.


Two more guys I knew started over towards us, one was Paul Nelson in accounting. I really liked him and hated like all get out that he was about to see me naked! I could have just killed that bitch!


“HI TRACY! I thought that was you out there,” Paul said jovially before Lisa stepped out of the way revealing that I wasn’t wearing anything. “Oh . . . sorry,” he said obviously feeling like he was intruding. It made it worse that he was uncomfortable at seeing me naked. I think it made me realize just how out of place my nudity really was! I was sure I felt myself blush.


“That’s OK,” Lisa said taking him by the arm. “Models aren’t shy about their bodies are they Tracy?” If there weren’t so many witnesses I would have done her in right then and there!


“No, professional models AREN’T shy,” I retorted still trying not let her get the best of me.


“Well, you sure are the BEST looking one out here today,” Paul said politely obviously trying to think of something appropriate to say.


“Thank you,” I replied sincerely. “At least SOMEBODY appreciates my talent,” I added looking directly at Lisa who seemed to fume that her plan to humiliate me didn’t seem to work.


“Well,” Lisa responded taking a slightly different tack, “It’s pretty amazing that Tracy here has the guts to stand here like that showing off all her . . . um . . .charms to us. She obviously must be used to walking around NAKED as she doesn’t seem to mind it much.” Her words pierced my heart as I knew she was trying to make me out to be some sort of slut or something in front of Paul. For his part Paul just blushed and I wondered if Lisa had succeeded in her attempt to put me down.


“Gee, it’s probably going to be hard to go back to work after all this, huh?” Mandy asked.


“Yeah, I must admit it will be hard to face everybody knowing you all have seen me naked.” I agreed looking at the floor, trying to subtly salvage what was left of my image.


“No, I meant you’ll probably miss all the glamour and excitement,” Mandy replied now giggling at realizing that I was indeed NAKED in front of her. She probably was so overwhelmed with all the fanfare and hoopla she hadn’t fully realized the implications at the workplace. I actually thought she was feeling badly for me now, which only made things worse for me.


“Well, we’d best be going,” Mandy said to the others. I wasn’t sure if she was leaving on my account or hers. Fortunately, everyone started to leave. All except Lisa, who was digging around in her purse, then to my horror she pulled out her phone and took my picture!


“I just couldn’t bear the thought of leaving without getting a souvenir picture of your modeling debut,” Lisa said with disdain. “I’ll get you to autograph it Monday at work!” she added with an evil grin and then left with the others!


Renee finally finished talking with the others and continued sorting through the rack once again. FINALLY, I thought, I’ll be getting something to wear!


Karen came up to me and put her arm around my shoulders, “Well this is your BIG moment.”


“Huh?” I asked confused.


“This is the best part of the show. It’s all so informal,” she explained. “You’ll get to mingle with all the special people up close and personal in the auditorium. This is your chance to really leave a lasting impression, make those important networking connections.”


She was right. That was the whole reason I had agreed to do this - to advance my career. I tried to focus on that and forget about Lisa and what had just happened. At least Mr. Darthwaite had finally noticed me and seemed pleased with my effort. Certainly, THAT couldn’t hurt. Even if Lisa managed to ruin my reputation at the office with her stupid picture, there were always plenty of opportunities waiting for me elsewhere. Tonight, I planned on cultivating every one of those too. There was no telling how many influential people I would meet in a few minutes. I was definitely going to capitalize on my fifteen minutes of fame!


Some of the volunteers had begun to clear out the racks of clothing and to clean up a bit in an effort to perhaps get home early as the event seemed to be winding down.


Renee came over to me and had a long purple gown draped over his arms. At last, I thought, something decent to wear!


“Here is my contribution to the auction, eh? I hope you will wear it well. I have enjoyed working with you. You are, how do you say it here in America, you are a good sport!”


“Thank you very much,” I said grateful for such a kind compliment from someone of his stature.


“I must be going now,” Renee said directing the removal of his designs. “I have a plane to catch. Tomorrow, I have a show in Spain. Time is so short, no? I hope you get a good price at the auction, Oui? Good bye.”


I waved goodbye and watched as he left with his collection. He was, after all, a very nice man and I actually got to work with him! How many people in this world can say that, huh?


Karen must have sensed my feelings because she too began telling how awesome it was just to be here in the same room with the man! “Imagine,” she said, “the next time you pick up a fashion magazine and see one of his designs you can say to everyone you know that you were one of his models once! How awesome is that?”


”It’s pretty special, alright,” I said taking in the moment.


“I think he liked your body too,” she said giggling.

“Oh, he did not,” I snapped back calling her bluff.


“No, I mean it. I think he really did,” Karen persisted.


“What on Earth makes you think that? I mean he works with all those famous models all the time. I’m nothing compared to them!”


“Oh, it’s just that look in his eyes when he saw you naked for the first time. A girl can tell when a guy is interested, you know. I’ll candidly admit I was so jealous!”


Oh, surely you exaggerate,” I replied. “He was just being polite.”


“Yeah, well maybe HE was being polite on the outside, but that SNAKE in his britches wasn’t,” she said now laughing out loud.


” You mean I caused . . . I made him get an . . . NO!” I exclaimed.


“Yes, you did! In fact, he told me he wanted to pick a very special dress to donate to the auction because of you. He said he wanted something that would complement your wonderful body. I think you made him change his mind as to what he was going to give.”


“And THIS is the special dress he picked out just for me?” I said giddy with excitement. “How wonderful! Help me try it on!”


I respectfully felt the soft, velvety–like material and couldn’t help feeling a bit prideful that I merited such a gift. If this wasn’t earmarked for the charity auction, I would have kept it for myself.


Karen took the garment from me as I faced the mirror. I closed my eyes as she carefully she placed it over my head and let it gradually fall over my body. I could hardly wait to see what it looked like. I finally summoned up my courage and slowly opened my eyes.


“NOOOOOOOoooooooooo!” I exclaimed upon seeing myself in the mirror for the first time. “I can’t wear this!!!!!”

..

Part 4
By: Hooked6



“Karen, you’ve just gotta help me!” I said as she just stood there laughing. “I mean it! I can’t wear this!”

The back of the dress was indeed velvety purple but the front of the dress was absolutely clear, see-through plastic!! Not even a HINT of opaqueness to shield my private bits. The plastic wrapped around my sides so that only the back of me was covered by the purple material.


“Well,” Karen said still giggling, “You DID want to make an impression out there, didn’t you? Well, you certainly will if you go out there in that!”


Just then I heard the Emcee announce that the silent auction was about to begin and asking for the models to enter the auditorium.


“What am I going to do?” I asked in a panic.


“The only thing you CAN do. Go out there and let them bid on the dress. You seemed to do okay when Paul and Lisa were back here and you were naked. Just pretend that this is all part of being a model. Trust me, no one will think badly about it if you act as if it’s perfectly okay!”


“You’re crazy!”


“No, I’m not. People are counting on you. This is a CHARITY auction remember? Beside our beloved President is expecting you to give a good accounting of yourself representing the company. He’ll not be pleased if you don’t go out there.” Karen reasoned.


“OH, all right!” I said reluctantly. “Can this day possibly get any worse?”


I stepped out the side door that led to the auditorium and saw the other two models had already entered and were mingling about. Both had on fabulous full-length gowns. Karen was right, this was much more informal. It wasn’t dark any more either. The house lights were now up and people were meandering about talking and enjoying glasses of wine. I couldn’t believe all the people! The attire of some of the patrons was exquisite! Any one of the ladies present looked a whole lot better than I did!

I swallowed hard and with a gentle nudge from Karen I moved out into the open. “Don’t worry,” Karen said. “I’ll be right here for moral support.” I really appreciated that as I was nervous as hell. If she wasn’t there prodding me on, I surely would have fled – charity auction or not!


When I looked down at myself under the regular house lights all the magic glow had disappeared. My body was now its usual color. The familiar skin tone variations and freckles all were quite visible now. Once again through bad luck and circumstance I was the only almost naked person in the room. Well, I might as well have been naked as the clear plastic didn’t hide much. My nipples were poking out like pencil erasers and the wetness between my legs was driving me crazy with fear that someone would notice! I was filled with embarrassment and aroused all at the same time.


“Well, hello there Tracy!” said Mr. Darthwaite. “I was hoping to run into you. My, that’s some outfit you’ve got on!” He then paused to look me over. The last few times he saw me I was in my underwear or at least partially covered during the fashion show. Now he was getting the REAL thing up close and personal. I was feeling faint and a bit sick to my stomach at his incessant gawking until he finally spoke up once again. “You know, you did a GREAT job tonight. I’m sure with your help this event will be a rousing success! Keep up the good work. I think I’ll go and make a bid on your garment. I’d like to keep it just for a memento.”


“Thank you, Sir,” I mumbled softly. I was pleased he thought I was doing so well but I just couldn’t shake the feeling that he had seen me naked. I wondered if he knew that I was sexually excited by all of this.


Several women came up to me and started conversing. “I think you are VERY brave. It’s marvelous how they use such AVERAGE looking girls at these things. Don’t you think, Evelyn?”


“Why yes. You’d think I’d let my husband attend these things if they used real models?”


All the ladies had a good laugh at my expense. Women can be so cruel when one of their own is at a disadvantage and this group reeked of snobbishness.


After they had left several younger guys came over and started talking. They were polite enough but I could tell they just wanted a good look. Karen and I finally excused ourselves and continued to wander about the room.


“Excuse me, Miss. Patrick Singleton of the Daily Mirror. I wonder if I could ask you a few questions.” Damn! A reporter!


“Ah . . . um, yeah sure,” I stammered as he appeared surprised at my outfit. I guessed he hadn’t noticed it as he approached from behind.


He wanted to know the usual things such as what it was like working with Renee Dubois and what I thought of his designs. I answered truthfully until he asked, “So, for the record, what is your name again?”


“Um, Tracy Adams” I blurted out without thinking. Great! Now everyone would know who I was in real life! Why couldn’t I have just lied and made up a name?


Tracy, do you like nude modeling? Have you done this sort of thing before?” he persisted.


“Ah, no I haven’t ever done anything like this before. This is all quite a surprise for me,” I said and started to leave.


“Well just one picture please,” he asked as he raised his camera.


There was no way I was going to let him take a nude photo of me. I turned my back to him, tossed my head looking back over my shoulder at him and smiled. Mercifully he took that shot and left! I could only imagine what my parents were going to say when they learned I was a nude model at the Omni?


Mr. Darthwaite returned and with him was a rather distinguished looking gentleman. “Tracy, this is Mr. Shambrenner, the sports team owner.” He said by way of introduction.


“Pleased to meet you,” I said as I shook his hand.


“Splendid job out there, Casey. Splendid job,” he remarked.


“Ah, that’s TRACY, sir, Tracy Adams.”


“Yes, well, whatever. Listen I’m having a little post auction get together in my suite upstairs after this is all over. Why don’t you two join me? Your boss will be there as will the other models.”


I couldn’t believe my luck! I was actually being invited to a party by a celebrity! What a GREAT opportunity to network. This was just what I had been hoping for! I could get out of this ridiculous outfit and back into my dress clothes and show them what I am really capable of! “Why thank you, sir I would love . . .” I stopped in mid-sentence as I spotted Lisa across the hall. She was waving my bra and panties at me –flaunting my intimates right out in public! In fact, I spotted ALL my clothes in her hands!! She was laughing at me as she taunted me with my own belongings. She then mouthed “Good Bye!” and I saw her leave the hall!!!!! That Bitch! She I should have known she wouldn’t settle for me getting the best of her.


“Tracy?” Mr. Shambrenner interrupted, “Are you alright?”


“Um, yes . . . I love to come. I’ll see you there and thank you for asking me!” We stood there listening to the two men talking for a few minutes then Mr. Shambrenner interrupted, “Oh, they’re about to announce the winning bids and he turned to face the podium. I have a bid on that Antebellum gown that model is wearing over there. I just LOVE classic history, don’t you?”


“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please.” The Emcee went on. He first announced the winning bid for the formal wedding gown. It went for $5,000.00! I was shocked that someone would pay so much. Then the antebellum dress was announced. “The winning bid,” the Emcee said, “Goes to Mr. Shambrenner at $10,000.00!!” Everyone applauded. The team owner sure seemed pleased.


“And now for the moment we’ve all been waiting for,” the announcer said with much fanfare, “The famed-creation of Mr. Renee Dubois of Paris. And the winning bid goes to . . . Mr. Ogelthorpe of Sci-Tech Industries at FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!! Let’s give a big hand for the most successful auction in our history!” There was near pandemonium as everyone heard the winning bid. They were applauding and whistling and many people seemed shocked at the announcement.


I could hardly believe my ears. $50,000.00!! Someone actually paid that much for this piece of junk? Who in their right mind would wear this? I then reminded myself that the man wasn’t really buying the dress but rather just making a very generous contribution to the charity.


“Congratulations, Tracy,” Mr. Darthwaite said. “I’m sure you had a lot to do with attracting such a magnificent bid. I’d like to talk with you on Monday. Check with my secretary and set up an appointment. See you at the party.”


“Thank you, sir,” I said humbly. He then left with Mr. Shambrenner as the other guests continued to mingle. WOW! I was actually going to meet one on one with the company President. This could be BIG!!!


Just then a short, balding man wearing large glasses came up to us. “Excuse me,” he said. “I’m Mr. Ogelthorpe. I’m the one who just bought your garment.”


“Oh, pleased to meet you sir. My, what a wonderful contribution you made to charity,” I said politely.


“Yes, may I have it now?”


“Excuse me? I don’t understand.”


“May I have the dress now? I have to be going. I’m quite late already.” He said looking nervously at his watch.


“Um . . . I guess so . . . could you just follow me to back stage and I’d be . . .”


“Listen there’s no time for that. I’m a very busy man and I don’t like to be kept waiting, young lady.” He said raising his voice to make a point. “I just paid $50,000 for that dress and I want it now!”


My heart began to race. He wanted me to strip off right here in the auditorium in front of all these people some of which began staring at me as they had heard what was said! But the worst part was that I didn’t have ANY clothes to wear backstage . . . and I had Mr. Shambrenner’s party to go to!


“Well?” he asked impatiently.


Karen whispered in my ear. “Stop making a scene. Just give him the damn dress. You’re already half-naked as it is. What’s the big deal?”


“You don’t understand,” I whispered back as I started to take of my dress. I politely handed the garment to Mr. Oglethorpe, who seemed pleased that he had gotten his way.


I was now completely naked in the hall as several people watched. Fortunately, many of the patrons had already left preferring to skip the auction so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.


“Follow me,” Karen said. “Your job is done now. We’ll get you back stage and you can change.”


“But you don’t understand?” I said as she dragged me along. I didn’t get to complete my thought as we were at the stage door.


“That’s funny, it’s locked!” she said as she wiggled the handle. People were leaving in droves now and the house lights were brought down a little lower signaling the end of the event. “How are we going to get to your clothes?” she asked a bit concerned.


“THAT’S what I’ve been trying to tell you. I don’t HAVE any clothes back there.”


“What? I was there when you undressed and saw you put them on the dressing table backstage.” Karen said obviously confused.


“True, but Lisa stole them. I saw her leave the hall a few minutes ago with my stuff in her hands as she was taunting me. She’s pissed because I made her look a fool in front of Paul.” I explained. “What am I going to do? We have Mr. Shambrenner’s party to go to. I just CAN’T miss that! I just can’t!”


“Calm Down,” Karen replied. “I’ll think of something.”

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Part 5
BY: Hooked6



Time was growing short. I was trapped without clothes in the auditorium only a few minutes away from my biggest career opportunity in my life! Lisa was on my list for sure!


“I’ve got it,” Karen said enthusiastically. “I’ll make you an outfit from these table napkins.


“What?! Are you out of your mind?”


“No really, I think this will work. Come here and turn around.” She instructed. It was against my better judgment but I followed her advice and stood before her. She then took the belt off her dress and wrapped it around my waist. She then proceeded to take two white linen table napkins and tucked them into the belt – one in the front of me and one in the back. My sides were exposed but at least the essentials were covered. It was like I was wearing a white loin cloth. She then borrowed an idea from Mr. Dubois’ designs and tied two napkins together and draped them around my neck so that my breasts were covered. Well, they were almost covered. The bottom portions of my boobs were showing, but my nipples were hidden and that was enough to make me decent.


She took me to a mirror and had me look her idea over. I must admit it was pretty cleaver. The belt did make it look like I was actually wearing an outfit rather than some napkins. “I guess I can do this,” I said reluctantly. “It’s better than missing the party.”


“We’d better hurry or we’ll be late.” Karen admonished. We both headed for the elevators and proceeded to the top floor. I was shaking like crazy. I was so afraid I was going to blow my big chance and it was all because of that stupid bitch, Lisa. I never did like her.


When we entered the suite, the party was already I progress. As soon as I entered the room all eyes were upon me and several people stopped talking. I tried not to show any embarrassment and did my best to act as if nothing was wrong.


“Well, what have we here,” Mr. Darthwaite said approaching me. I was so nervous about screwing up that I hadn’t given a thought about how I was going to explain myself. He looked me over without giving away what he was thinking. His face was stone cold showing no emotion whatsoever. That’s probably how he had gotten so far in the business world. Most likely he’s a good poker player too. I was sure he disapproved of my outfit – that I was an embarrassment to him and the good people in the room. I started to sweat a little and my heart started to pound. Lisa had cost me my career! Fortunately fate stepped in and saved me.


“Well, Casey . . . wearing another Dubois’ creation I see,” said Mr. Shambrenner, “splendid imagination that chap.”


“Ah . . . yes, it IS one of his designs. He gave me this as a gift before departing this evening so I thought I’d wear it here if that is okay,” I said with my voice cracking. I looked over at Karen who was practically choking as she tried not to laugh.


“Fine, fine,” Mr. Shambrenner said. “Glad you could make it.” He then turned to our President and said, “Fine young lady you’ve got there, Peter. Wish I had more like her in MY organization. She’s got spunk, a rare quality these days you know.” My boss’s face mellowed and he began to relax a bit.


I too felt a wave of relief and my self-esteem was kicked up several notches at hearing the kind words he said about me.


“Listen Casey,” Mr. Shambrenner said.


“TRACY sir, Tracy Adams,” I corrected.


“Yes, of course, Tracy. Listen I was wondering. I have a little job that I think you’d be perfect for.”


“REALLY?!” I muttered looking cautiously at my boss.


“Absolutely. With Peter’s permission, I wonder . . . would you be able to help a friend of mine at the Metropolitan Museum next weekend?”


“Well CERTAINLY!” I said enthusiastically. “What do you need me to do?”


“Here’s the thing. They are having a grand opening of a new exhibit of Classic Greek artifacts. I love the classics you know. Anyway, you seem like a lady of culture and you have certainly demonstrated your commitment to the arts this evening. I’ll call my old friend at the museum and tell him that I’ve got the perfect person for the job. Shall I?”


“Thank you, sir.” I said wanting to ask a million questions. I saw dollar signs flashing before my eyes but that was all shot down in a heartbeat when he added, “Good volunteers are hard to come by these days. He’ll be thrilled to have someone as dedicated as you.”


I saw the pleased look in my President’s eyes and all the disappointment that the job didn’t pay anything disappeared quickly. “I’d be honored to help, Mr. Shambrenner.”


Karen and I spent an awkward hour mingling with the guests. I was never so uncomfortable in all my life! I did get to meet a lot of interesting people however and several luminaries now knew my name. All in all the evening wasn’t a total loss.


The following Monday at work all I could think about was getting back at Lisa. She had caused me so much grief that I had made up my mind to get even. I just didn’t know how. Since we work on different floors I didn’t see her all that morning which was a good thing, as I probably would have ripped all her hair out by the roots if I had.


At lunch I confided in Karen. “You know I have always found that revenge is best when it’s planned.” She said with a grin.


“Oh?” I remarked. “You’ve got an idea, don’t you?”


“Let’s just say I know her routine AND her schedule.”


“Go on,” I said.


“Well, I suggest you lay low and do your best to avoid her. I’m sure she’s going to try and humiliate you today so if I were you, I’d take the rest of the day off denying her the chance. Wait until Friday.”


“Friday? What’s so special about Friday?” I asked.


“Two things: First, she uses the company fitness center on Fridays. Second, she has a very important meeting with a client at 1:00pm that day. I have a way we can sabotage her day without getting into trouble.”


“I’m in!” I said and took her advice. I left work early and dodged Lisa all week. It took some doing but I managed it.


Friday came and I was very anxious to get my revenge. Around noon Karen came and took me to the fitness center. We snuck in the locker room and looked for Lisa’s bag.


“Are we going to steal her clothes?!” I asked hopefully.


“No, that’s so sophomoric and could get us into deep trouble if we are caught. No, I have a better idea. Just watch.” Karen said as she pulled a pair of scissors from her pocket.


“What on earth are you up to?”


“I’m cutting the zipper completely out of her skirt.”


“Cute, but she’ll just pin it back together,” I said.


“Not the way I’m cutting it, she won’t. The best she’ll be able to do is hold it up with her hand the rest of the day.” Karen then showed me the huge “V” shaped area on the back of the skirt where her zipper used to be. She not only cut the zipper out but a whole lot more – like about a third of the upper skirt was missing as a result of that “V” shaped cut-out!

“She won’t have time to run home and get a new skirt as the meeting with her client is just around the corner. She wouldn’t DARE miss that either as it is way too important. Come on let’s get out of here before she gets back!”


“Karen, I’m glad you are on my side.” I said as we quietly left the locker room.


Later I arranged it so that I had to be on Lisa’s floor. Sure, enough there she was holding her skirt with her right hand looking frazzled as she prepared for her meeting. She had on a blazer jacket that hid the hole in her skirt but she sure looked funny trying to keep it up while working using only her left hand.


“Hi Lisa,” I said cheerfully. “Is something wrong with your back?”


“Very funny,” she snapped. “You probably had a hand in this I’ll bet.”


“Why, whatever do you mean?” I replied innocently as she walked down the hall towards the conference room. She had several folders in her left hand and was using her right hand to keep her skirt in place. “I’ll get for you this!” she said as she made her way down the hall. I just looked on gleefully. Just then her client showed up and met her at the conference room door. He extended his hand to shake hers. Instinctively Lisa pulled her right hand forward before realizing what she had done and, you guessed it, her skirt fell off and dropped to the floor leaving her standing in her jacket and pantyhose. I’m sure the client didn’t get to see much but Lisa sure was blushing! I wish I had been a fly on the wall at her meeting to see how many times that happened or to hear how she explained it all.


Later that day I made sure to check on Lisa several times. I’ll give her credit she stuck it out at work. I was sure that after her meeting she would have bolted.


“Hey, Lisa,” I said snickering, “Can I give you a hand with anything?”


“Shut up. You’ll get yours someday.” She said angrily.


“Yeah, well, just remember – paybacks are hell!” I stood there watching her just grinning from ear to ear for a few minutes before getting back to my own desk.


When I did there was a message from a Mr. Peterson of the Metropolitan Museum. I returned his call and he told me that there was going to be a grand opening gala tomorrow and that Mr. Shambrenner highly recommended me.


“It was most kind of him to speak so highly of me,” I said modestly. “I was eagerly awaiting your call. What can I do to help?”


He told me that he had a most important job for me and that as far as he was concerned, the person that did this could make or break the Grand Opening of this most important exhibit. “I don’t normally go all out like this and take such risks but this is the most expensive, most elaborate exhibit the museum has ever had. I wanted to do something extraordinary to attract interest in the museum. Can I count on you? I wouldn’t give this job to just anyone you know.”


“Most certainly, I’m sure your trust in me and in Mr. Shambrenner’s recommendation won’t be misplaced.”


“Great. Please be at the museum at 7:00pm sharp! The exhibit opens at 8:00.” He explained. After the usual pleasantries we hung up.


Saturday night came quickly and I found myself at the museum a little ahead of schedule this time. “Mr. Peterson?” I asked of a smartly dressed gentleman. He looked vaguely familiar but I wasn’t sure why.


“You must be Casey?” he said enthusiastically. “Oh, you’re going to be perfect! Just Perfect!”


“It’s Tracy, Tracy Adams and I’m pleased to help.” He led me into the museum’s grand hall and briefly showed me some of the new artifacts and pieces comprising the exhibit. It was all very impressive. He then looked at his watch and said, “You’ve got just enough time to get out of your clothes and get on that pedestal over there. I’ll show you how I want you to stand.”


“WHAT?!” I exclaimed. “You want me NAKED?”


“But of course. You’re going to be my living Greek Statue. You can’t wear clothes and be a fine piece of Greek art, now, can you?”


“But . . . I . . .”


“Mr. Shambrenner said you’d be perfect for this. Don’t tell me he was mistaken? Just wait until he gets here . . .”


“No, He wasn’t mistaken,” I said swallowing my pride. I realized that if he was going to be here and found out I chickened out, it would mortally humiliate him and any further opportunity of advancing my career would be ruined. “I just need to use the bathroom first.”


“Well, why didn’t you just say so!” Mr. Peterson said with relief.


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Part 6
BY: Hooked6


I couldn’t believe what I had gotten myself into! Ever since Mr. Shambrenner mentioned this job, all I had seen all week were posters, newspaper ads and television commercials announcing this Grand Opening. I so much wanted to play a part in it. I just never realized I was going to be a naked Greek statue at the entrance to the main exhibit hall!


I just had to have a few minutes to mentally prepare myself. As I entered the ladies’ room I noticed I was visibly shaking. The Fashion Show was bad enough but at least I wasn’t completely naked for hours on end. My mind raced between my natural instinct at self-preservation and getting the heck out of there to focusing on what this could do to boost my career! My company was a very large enterprise and this could open many doors for me that would otherwise take years to accomplish. After all, I was but one of several hundred employees at my office alone and we had branches in several major cities. Opportunities were plentiful if I played my cards right. Time was growing short and I would have to make a decision soon.


I had just about worked up enough courage to actually go through with it when I heard the restroom door open. “Well, well look who’s hiding in the ladies’ room!”


“LISA! What are you doing here?!” I exclaimed.


“I wouldn’t miss this Grand Opening for all the money in the world!” she said sarcastically.


“What do you mean?” I asked nervously.


“Well, you remember that little dress stunt you pulled on me, embarrassing me in front of my client yesterday?”


All of a sudden, a light clicked on in my head. THAT’S where I recognized Mr. Peterson from!! He was the client that she lost her skirt in front of! My heart began to pound as I feared the worst.


“That’s right Miss Priss. He was the one.” She gave me an evil grin and began chuckling for no apparent reason.


“Now Lisa, you have no proof that it was me,” I said trying to defend myself.


“Well, it doesn’t matter,” she said flippantly. “When he told me how Mr. Shambrenner went on and on about how wonderful this Casey Adams was and how PERFECT she would be to help out, I just put two and two together and figured it was YOU he was bragging about.” She paused a few moments leaving me hanging and then continued, “Of course he originally just wanted a trustworthy, vibrant person to help in managing the press. But after the stunt you pulled and he told me that his model had canceled at the last minute for a living statue, I convinced him that you were better suited for that job.”


“You didn’t!”


“Oh, and not only that, but after I showed him your pictures at the Fashion Show – especially the one with you naked, it was easy to convince him to forget the costume he was going to have the model wear and have you do it as a classical nude! What would be better to attract visitors to a Classic Greek exhibit than a live classic nude statue! He bought it hook, line and sinker! Isn’t that just a gas?” she asked now laughing her fool head off.


“Ooooooooooo I ought to . . .” I sighed emotionally venting my anger.


“You’d best behave. After all I’M the Media Representative now so you had better be NICE to me. I mean since you couldn’t do that job, Mr. Peterson naturally asked me to fill in. Imagine little ole’ me hanging out with the television crews. It’s a dirty job but SOMEBODY has to do it!”


“Lisa, you’re going to pay for this I swear!”


“Maybe so but I might as well have fun tonight. YOU obviously won’t be. Oh, did I mention that I had plenty of time to invite practically everyone that knows you to the opening this evening? Wait until you see who’s on my guest list!” Lisa said with a downright wicked laugh. “You’d best be getting naked sweetie. It’s almost time for your debut!” With that she left the restroom.


I just wanted to cry and murder her at the same time. Well, I’ll show her, I thought. She may THINK she robbed me of my golden opportunity but I’ll prove her wrong or my name isn’t Tracy Adams!


I was so angry I didn’t even waste any time. I stripped off my clothing leaving it right on the bathroom floor. My adrenalin was so high I didn’t even care. I boldly walked out into the lobby and found Mr. Peterson.

“I’m ready when you are,” I said cheerfully for Lisa’s benefit.


He let out an audible gasp at seeing me naked up close and personal. I got the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t sure I was really going to go through with it. He looked me over obviously pleased at what he saw. “Right,” he said clearing his throat. “We’d best get to it then.” He escorted me to the pedestal that was placed at the left of the exhibit hall entrance. A large banner was hung directly overhead announcing the “Return of the Classics!”


“If you would be so kind, I’d like you to put this small floral wreath on your head.” He said handing me a small simple wreath of woven flowers and greens. After I had gotten it to sit right around my forehead, he helped me climb up the step ladder and up onto the four-foot pedestal. “Now,” he went on to explain. “Since this event lasts 4 hours, I wouldn’t expect you to maintain the standard sculptural poses. That would be too tiring for your arms. So, instead I would like you just to put your weight on your right foot, extend your left leg out a bit . . . that’s it, just a little further . . . a little more. Perfect! Now turn your head towards the entrance and loosely place your hands behind your back. Fantastic!” He then asked me to maintain that pose until he believed a break was in order. He thanked me profusely for volunteering and said he would definitely put in a good word with my boss after this was all over. He then left me standing there.


Of course, Lisa just HAD to come over and gloat. She just stood there smiling and as minutes flew by her smile grew even wider! “What are you smiling at?” I asked finally perturbed.


“I was just admiring the contrast of your dark pubes against your pale white skin. It sort of draws the eye right to that spot!” she said smiling. “You know . . . standing here looking up at you, I just realized how much of you everyone will get to see.” She said now laughing out loud.


Another light bulb lit up in my head. The pose Mr. Peterson had me hold forced my legs about two feet apart which at ground level would be a perfectly natural pose. BUT, being on a four-foot high pedestal, people will be able to look right up and see . . . OH MY GAWD! I had to fight the urge to close my legs. I wasn’t about to give Lisa the satisfaction that I was the least bit humiliated! Of course, inside I was mortified!


I was doing good too until Lisa took out that phone hers and began taking pictures! I was just about to jump down off the platform and slap the crap out of her, when I saw our company President, Mr. Darthwaite, enter the hall.


“TRACY!” he said quite surprised to see me naked. At first, he seemed serious as he marched right over to where I was standing but as he grew closer his expression went from one of concern to one of admiration. “So, this is the job Mr. Shambrenner wanted you to do. I’ve got to hand it to you. You really put your all into these community events.”


“Thank you, sir,” I said gratefully. He then turned and noticed Lisa and said, “I wish I had more community-minded employees like her.” It was quite obvious that his small dig at Lisa didn’t go unnoticed.


“I’m the media guide, sir and . . .”


“Yes, fine,” he replied curtly, cutting her off almost ignoring what she had to say. It did my heart good to see Lisa bristle at his treatment of her. “Tracy, I’ll be back a little later on. I’m proud of you. Good job!” He then left to enter the exhibit hall.


Lisa stormed off in a huff making me chuckle. Soon the museum doors would be opening and the real test of my resolve would begin. I had to consciously try and keep my body from shaking at I heard Mr. Peterson announce over the intercom, “Places everybody, the museum is now officially open! Good luck and thank you all.”


True to form, Lisa wasted no time in leading the media right over to me and bent over backwards announcing my name “This is the local model, TRACY ADAMS – that’s A-d-a-m-s.” She actually spelled out my name making sure no one got it wrong!! “She is assuming a classic Greek pose for your benefit. Please take time to admire her form as the ancient Greek artists would have done.” She then waved her raised hand right past my genitals like some TV game show assistant drawing their attention to my most intimate spots. I tried not to move too much but I did catch a glimpse of several of them directly checking me out. Their smiles left no doubt as to where they were looking. The females in the group were the worst, as their smiles were ones of disdain and disapproval. I just knew they were looking for flaws in my anatomy.


Fortunately, Lisa had to move on and took her group into the exhibit hall. I took several deep breaths in an attempt to relax. The combination of sheer embarrassment and outright anger made it almost impossible to keep still.


Group after group passed me by on their way into the exhibit hall. Many gave me a just a passing glance – almost as if they were too uncomfortable to look. I figured the men who were with their wives or girlfriends were too afraid to risk the wrath of their companion if they were caught openly gawking at a young naked female! Many of the women just seemed indifferent, which was really okay with me.


Then a small lull in the action happened for which I was grateful until a group of high school kids came in. The boys were so stupid-acting and made no secret about pointing out my Coochie as they called it! “WOW! She’s wide open down there!” one idiot announced loudly to his friends. Naturally they all gathered around and tried their best to see me from every possible angle – from the back, the front the side. It was just my luck that whenever I stand with my legs apart my labia open up – and not just a little either, revealing what a former boyfriend called my pink love tunnel! (It’s just the way I’m made, so stop laughing).


At first I resented their ogling. But for some strange reason I began to get aroused, perhaps because it was all so surreal. I couldn’t move; I was totally naked high on a platform and these boys thought I was some sort of Greek goddess! What girl wouldn’t have gotten a cheap thrill out of that?


“Is she getting wet?” one boy asked jokingly. I felt myself blushing at the realization that my secret was out!

“Shut up, fool,” another said. “You wouldn’t know if a girl was excited or not! She’s probably the first NAKED girl you’ve ever seen in real life!” Mercifully the girls in the group dragged them inside the hall.


A few minutes later, one of those girls returned by herself and leered at me like she was in love. I flushed hot with embarrassment and wished she would go away. I hate to admit it but she WAS kind of cute in her own way. The longer she looked, however, the more aroused I became. The wetness between my legs was quite obvious even to me and I wasn’t the one looking! I began to get worried about how obvious it was to passersby. The girl didn’t help any as she finally took a step back, smiled from ear to ear as if she knew a secret that nobody else did and left giggling. What a dumb prom queen, I thought.


From out of nowhere, Lisa came in from outside talking over her shoulder to some people who had not yet entered the auditorium. “You’re just going to LOVE this,” I heard her say.


Great, I thought. From the overly animated tone of her voice, I figured that it was probably someone on her special “guest” list she had hand-picked to humiliate me. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind as to who it could be.


Of all times to bring someone in to humiliate me, just when I was aroused and dripping wet! I’ll never hear the end of this at work!


I then saw my life flash before my eyes as I realized who Lisa was escorting into the museum – my MOM, DAD and TWO BROTHERS!!


I could have just died!


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Part 7
BY: Hooked6


Lisa smiled wide as she saw my reaction to her guests. That bitch knew what she was doing and had obviously thought this out very well. Anger welled up inside of me. I was determined to get back at her if it was the last thing I ever did! I was going to make her pay and pay dearly.


My mom and dad had always thought of me as their “perfect little girl.” To them I was a proper, professional lady of whom they were ever so proud. All that was about to be destroyed as I stood before them naked as the day I was born being gawked at by hundreds of people in this so very public place – all the while horny as hell! My life was over. I didn’t have to worry about my career anymore as I was sure my dad was going to kill me.


As my parents were looking around taking in the grandeur of the museum foyer, Lisa led them to right to me. “As you can see this is our classic nude model . . .”


“TRACY!” my dad yelled quite taken aback at seeing me. “YOU GET DOWN OFF OF THERE THIS INSTANT!” he said angrily. I was so humiliated. It was so unnerving the way he would look at me then turn away as the impropriety of looking at his naked daughter overtook him and then looking back at me as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. “No daughter of mine is going to be a porn star!”


“HENRY!” my mom said rebuking him.


“Oh no sir,” Lisa interjected. “Tracy is an accomplished nude model.”


“WHAT?!” my dad said choking on his words.


“It’s quite a respectable profession actually.” Lisa went on. “Why just last Saturday she modeled designs from the famous French designer Renee Dubois at the Charity Fashion Show. She was all the rage. His designs are little to risqué and revealing for me though, but Tracy wore them well I must say. I have some pictures of her if you would like to see them later.” Lisa said adding fuel to the fire.


“I thought you worked downtown at . . .”


“I DO! Daddy,” I stammered quietly trying not to draw more unwanted attention my way. Meanwhile my brothers took advantage of the situation and were checking me out just like those stupid high school boys looking at me from every conceivable position embarrassing me all the more! My own brothers were seeing me naked. They hadn’t done that since I was like 4 years old! What’s worse was the fact that I could tell from their faces they knew I was aroused and figured I must be enjoying all this attention.


“Stop that boys,” my mother instructed when she noticed what they were up to. My mom was ever the peacemaker in our family and thankfully today was no exception. “Now Henry,” she went on, “Classic modeling is quite an art form. The museum isn’t an adult theatre you know. It’s a place of fine culture.” I could see the look of disappointment in his face as my mom talked. I’m sure he heard the words but I knew he wasn’t buying any of it.


Lisa meanwhile was gloating. Her face was beaming with joy. She got me and she knew it! I just knew this was going to end badly and any minute my dad was going to create a scene and drag me off that platform.


“Hey DAD!” said my oldest brother. “Looks who’s coming over. Isn’t that the sports team owner, Mr. . . .”


“MR. SHAMBRENNER!” my dad called out recognizing him immediately. “What an honor to meet you!” My dad was excitedly shaking his hand falling all over himself at his luck at meeting a celebrity. He had always been into sports since I was a little girl. “Have you come to take in the Exhibit on Greek artifacts?” he asked as he attempted to maneuver him away from me and toward the exhibit hall in order to avoid his own embarrassment.


“Why no, I’ve actually come to see that young lady over there.” He said cheerfully. Reluctantly my dad followed him over not really knowing how to stop him and they both walked up to the base of the pedestal and looked at me.


“Marvelous, isn’t she?” Mr. Shambrenner asked.


“Hey that’s my daughter you’re talking about,” my dad remarked pointedly.


“Oh well you must be very proud, very proud INDEED,”


“Huh?” my dad asked.


“She’s a very committed professional. Why I’ve never seen someone so committed to the arts, community service and to her own company. Yes, sir I wish I had a dozen just like her working for me.”


“You do? You actually KNOW my daughter?!” My dad obviously was having a difficult time accepting the fact that his little girl moved in the rarified atmosphere of such important people.


“Yes, I must say I respect her immensely. You’ve done well raising her Mr. Adams. I am most impressed.”

Well, that did it. My dad was so thrilled that Mr. Shambrenner actually knew his name without being told what it was and that someone so famous was actually proud of me. His attitude changed immediately and I could see the pride welling up in his face.


“Keep up the good work honey,” my dad said to me as he walked into the exhibit with his new found friend. I could hear my dad now bragging at the club, “George and I, ah, you fellows would know him as Mr. Shambrenner, yes, George and I took in that New Greek exhibition at the museum the other day. . .”


All I could do was laugh and be grateful for the fact that he didn’t call me CASEY. I found it amusing that he could remember my last name so clearly but not my first! It would have ruined the whole thing. Once again, I had somehow dodged the bullet and that unnerved Lisa to no end.


As my family walked off Lisa hesitated and said under her breath, “This was just the first of many surprises I have in store for you tonight. Don’t think for a minute that you’ll be so lucky next time!”


Standing alone after my family left, I began to get that odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had such mixed feelings of shame; arousal; pride in foiling Lisa’s plan; arousal; humiliation at being seen naked by my brothers and did I mention I was aroused and ever so horny? I don’t think I had ever been so wet in my entire life, not even the time that Eddie Peters . . . oh never mind about that.


I began to take a perverse pleasure in exposing myself. Every time someone would pass by and look at me, I realized that yet another person had an intimate knowledge of me that should have been reserved for a special lover. I began thinking how I would feel if I passed that person later on the street. Would he smile a knowing smile indicating that we shared a special secret? What if he did? My legs grew weaker at that thought and I also grew wetter. Most people who looked my way made me feel as though I was special and oh how I craved that feeling!


The more I watched the steady flow of visitors the more excited I became. I was deathly afraid I was going to spontaneously explode in a violent orgasm - so tense were the tender muscles deep within me.


Then I saw Lisa.


My heart began pounding for a different reason this time and I feared yet another humiliation was about to befall me. She walked right up to me and looked at me for a minute. “Well just LOOK at those inner thighs of yours. They’re practically glistening! You’re really into this aren’t you?” she said making a snide reference to my obvious arousal.


“Kiss my ass,” I whispered bitterly.


Lisa’s expression changed sharply. “I wonder what Mr. Peterson would say or Mr. Darthwaite for that matter about your indecent state at the moment. It reflects so poorly on the museum’s public image you know. I think I’ll just go and get them, shall I?” She then left uttering a wicked laugh.


I was so furious I decided right then and there that when she returned, I was going to let her have it but good! I had had enough! Then a little voice in my head said, “You didn’t get this far in life by acting irrational. THINK girl, THINK! Use your brain.”


I calmed down and tried to do just that. Surely, I was smarter than she was. Several minutes passed before I saw her returning with Mr. Peterson and Mr. Darthwaite. That bitch was so predictable.


“Tracy has a PROBLEM that I think you should know about.” I heard Lisa say as they approached. “I wouldn’t have interrupted you but it has slowed down for the moment and it seemed important. I thought you would want to know.” The three of them made their way to me with purpose. She was really going to go through with it and point out my wetness -shaming me in front of our President! Man, that was low!!!


“What is it, Tracy?” Mr. Peterson asked before Lisa could say anything. I KNEW this was my opportunity and I pounced on it.


“It’s nothing really, but I’ve been standing here for over two hours and wondered if I could take a short bathroom break. I’d hate to ask but . . .”


“OH absolutely, please by all means let me help you down,” Mr. Peterson said apologetically. “I never meant for you to stand this long without a break! I just got so involved with everything. I’m terribly sorry.” He then assisted me from the podium as a stunned Lisa just watched. “YOU were TERRIFIC! Just WONDERFUL!” he added.


Mr. Darthwaite readily agreed. “I am so pleased. I’ve had the pleasure of bragging on you to more people this evening. You reflect so positively well on the company. You know I really am proud when my employees do community work – especially for the arts. I really consider such things when I’m deciding on promotions. I prefer a well-rounded employee to a mere workaholic.” He then looked right at Lisa as if he were silently sending her a message.


“But I . . .” Lisa started but I quickly interrupted her.


“That’s right, Mr. Darthewaite, It’s not her fault. Lisa was going to volunteer for this very job but there was only one pedestal. If it wasn’t for that she’d be right up there with me. She just hasn’t had a chance.”


“Is that right, Lisa?” he asked a bit surprised.


“Yes but . . .”


“In fact,” I continued, “if she thought Mr. Peterson here wouldn’t object, she’d volunteer to share the job with me and do the last two hours.”


The look on Lisa’s face was priceless. She was trapped! Brains always win out over stupidity.


“Well, Lisa, I’m quite surprised,” Mr. Darthwaite said. “I never thought you had it in you. Except for seeing you here tonight I always assumed you were one of those nine-to-five types with little company loyalty.” He explained. “I know you are up for that Assistant Account Representative position. I had just about made up my mind to give it to someone else but this puts a new perspective on things. That is if you really were going to volunteer to share with Tracy. You were serious, weren’t you?”


“Yes but . . .” Lisa continued to stammer.


Mr. Peterson spoke up giving his wholehearted endorsement. “This is beyond anything I could have hoped for – TWO classic models. Tracy has generated such great enthusiasm for our new exhibit. TWO different models would be absolutely PERFECT! You should have said something sooner my dear,” he said to Lisa. “Of COURSE it’s okay with me.”


Lisa gave me the dirtiest look and then quickly gave a fake smile at the two men.


Realizing there was no way out and motivated by a possible reconsideration of a job she all but lost she said meekly, “I’d be honored.”


“You go can go ahead and get undressed. Tracy will give you the head wreath to wear. Just do the same pose as she did. I wonder how many people will notice a different model when they exit?” he said excitedly. “I need to make some sort of announcement. I’d hate for people to accidentally miss this.”


“I’ll check on you later, Lisa,” Mr. Darthwaite said. “For now, I must be getting back to my friends. Good show, you two.”


I gave Lisa the same wicked grin that she had given me hours before when I was preparing to strip off. It pissed her off royally.


Slowly, right there in the lobby Lisa began to take off her clothes. I was finally going to see her naked for the first time! This was going to be so sweet!!!


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Part 8
BY: Hooked6


I enjoyed every second of her agonizing disrobement. When she was down to her bra and panties I couldn’t help but giggle as they were the same style plain Jane white undergarments that I had worn to the Fashion Show. She certainly wasn’t any better than me in the lingerie department.


After she was naked, I tried to help her up onto the platform, but stubbornly refused my help. For a brief period of time there were now two naked women in front of the exhibit area and this alone drew the attention of arriving patrons. “Look, they’re changing models,” someone said and several guests stopped to observe.


“Go on spread your left leg wider. That’s it, just a little farther,” I said trying to sound professional. Lisa had no choice but to comply with all the attention she was getting. I was trying to get her into more of a compromising position than I had been in but I thought I had better not push my luck. Finally, I said, “Perfect. Just hold that pose!”


Lisa stood there trying to act dignified. I could tell that she was nervous as her breathing was extremely rapid and she kept flicking her fingers as she held them behind her back – a nervous habit of hers from way back. I stood there actually looking her over and I mean carefully studying her body. I have never really paid any attention to naked females before but in my still aroused state I found myself drawn to her femininity.


There she was stark naked – the old bitch finally getting what she deserved. I’ll confess she was pretty, but I wasn’t going to let that get in the way of a little revenge. “Gee, you really should shave more often,” I said tauntingly. “That stubble looks just awful!” Of course, it wasn’t really that detectable but I just HAD to rub it in. “I was right about your boob job too I see.” The scars of her augmentation were clearly visible under her breasts, standing on the elevated platform as she was. My comment brought a look of horror to her face and I was sure she now knew that everyone else would also see they were fake!


I left her and took the opportunity to find my clothes. Mercifully they were right where I had left them in the restroom in the office area. I got dressed and rejoined the fun.


Just as I got back, I heard several people from work entering the museum, Mandy, Kayla, John and Paul! I was sure Lisa had arranged for them to see me. Were they ever in for a surprise! “I wonder what was so amazing that Lisa insisted on us being here tonight.” I heard Mandy say as they entered the museum.


“LOOK EVERYBODY, IT’S LISA!!!” shouted Kayla. Much to my delight, the entire group rushed to see their naked coworker. Lisa just blushed profusely but she was a trooper and kept her position.


“I didn’t know you had a boob job?” Mandy said innocently. I don’t think she was actually trying to be cruel as Mandy was always saying whatever popped into her head. The net effect though was that both Jim and Paul immediately checked her out. I could just see Lisa fuming.


“Well, it doesn’t surprise me,” Paul remarked.


“What, that she had a boob job?” Mandy asked.


“No silly. That Lisa is posing like this. She is so competitive. I’m sure she was jealous of Tracy at the Fashion Show and just HAD to go one better.” Paul explained unaware I was standing just a few feet behind him.


“Hi guys,” I said announcing my presence.

“Hey Tracy,” they all replied.


I wasn’t about to show any mercy so I did unto her as she was about to do unto me. “Lisa sure is brave. From the way she is standing you can see EVERYTHING! My goodness, is she horny?” I asked looking up at her vagina knowing that she probably wasn’t but I just HAD to make everyone else look too! Lisa’s face turned redder by the minute as the entire group was now closely studying her kitty.


“Just wait until I tell everyone at work about this,” Kayla said excitedly. “Oh, I wish I had a camera!!!”


I was thinking the same thing. It was too bad I didn’t have time to plan ahead as Lisa did. I would have made sure I had a camera available.


Just then a man came up wearing, you guessed it, several cameras. “Hi, I’m Sergio Mendosa, a photographer from Coccobellas.”


“Coccobellas?” I replied. “Is that some magazine or something?”


“No, Cocobellas is a public nudity website. We specialize in photos of public nudity events. Someone called and asked if we’d be interested in taking photos of a naked Greek model at a museum grand opening, so here I am . . . and I see it was worth the trip!” he said as he noticed Lisa on the pedestal.


So THAT was what Lisa was planning! She called and arranged for them to photograph me!!! How hysterical! Now SHE was the one trapped like a rat!! It was a good thing too because I would have totally lost it if naked pictures of me ever got out over the Internet!!


The man immediately started clicking away before Lisa could even protest. His first shot was right up between her legs followed by several full body shots. He then went to the opposite side of the hall and included shot of the patrons as they admired her form. I was laughing wholeheartedly. Being seen by my family was bad enough but THIS, this was downright horrible!


“Any more naked people” he asked putting his camera away.


“Nope,” I replied giggling. “She’s the only one!”


He thanked Lisa for the photographs and quickly departed saying something about another event he had to cover across town. My coworkers apparently tired of Lisa’s body rather quickly and decided to check out the exhibit as they had paid the regular admission.


After they had gone Lisa looked down at me and said quietly, “You just wait. Your little ass is mine when this is done.”


“Don’t waste your time,” I replied confidently. “You can’t beat me. I’m much smarter than you. The fact that you are up there instead of me and YOUR pictures are about to be spread all over the Internet instead of mine just proves my point!”


“Don’t be so cocksure Miss Priss. I’ll get my revenge. You can take that to the bank.”


I was starting to get angry again but that little voice said, “Use your brain.” So, I did.


As much as I wanted to stay and see how things worked out, I decided to once again seize the moment. I saw Lisa’s clothes still in a pile behind the pedestal. When the crowd was thin, I picked them up, waved them in front of her like she had done to me at the Fashion Show and proceeded to boldly walk right out of the door.


“Come back here, you crazy whore,” she said in a loud whisper. I didn’t bother to stop or even acknowledge her. I just kept going. All I could think about when I got home was how Lisa might have gotten home stark naked. I was sure she would have HAD to have asked one of our coworkers to take her home. How humiliating that must have been for her.


Yes, I was very pleased with myself, very pleased.


On Monday I saw Karen cleaning out her desk. I was so upset I immediately jumped to the conclusion that she had been fired or something. “What’s going on, Karen?” I asked with concern.


“I got promoted. I’m moving to a new office.” She answered with pride.


“Promoted?! Are YOU the new Assistant Account Representative? Oh, Lisa is going to be so mad.”


“No, that’s quite a bigger promotion than the one I got. They made me an assistant to Mr. Darthwaite.” She explained. “But at least I get my own office instead of this cubicle . . . and of course all the perks.”


“Perks?” I asked as I helped her put the last few things into a box.


“Carry that for me would you please?”


“Sure,” I said picking up the box and following her. She led me up two floors and down a hall. She then entered what I took was to be her new office. As I entered, I saw Lisa was already there.


“Hello bitch,” I whispered curtly.


“Hello whore,” she answered right back in the same way.


Karen closed the door and proceeded to unpack her things. “Now where was I?” she asked rhetorically. “Oh yes, I was explaining the perks of my new job.” She continued fussing about with her stuff in silence for several agonizing minutes as Lisa and I stood there throwing daggers at each other with our eyes.


“It seems Mr. Darthwaite has narrowed the choice of who’ll get to be Assistant Account Representative down to two people. It’s a mighty BIG promotion for somebody. Pays waaaaay more than I’m getting at my new job and I’ve been with this stinking company way longer than either of the finalists for that position.”

Lisa smiled as she was certain that after last night, she was a shoe-in for the job. There was a certain sarcasm in Karen’s voice that screamed jealousy and bitterness and that scared me a bit.


“Anyway, it seems that our beloved President had all but made up his mind to give the job to Tracy here - even though she is such a newcomer to the firm, he felt that she had a dedication and commitment outside the company that spoke well for her character. Then apparently for some reason, he changed his mind and is now considering Lisa for the job too.”


“I knew it!” Lisa said gloating.


“He just can’t seem to make up his mind and well, since he trusts my judgment, he asked me to evaluate the two of you and make a recommendation to him as to which of you would be better suited for the job. He said he mostly likely will go with whomever I choose.” Karen then gave us both a wicked smile. “Some perk, huh?”


“So, since I didn’t get the job, I rightfully feel should have been mine in the first place, I have decided to take my time and make sure whoever DOES get the job is truly worthy of it.” She explained.


I didn’t like the sound of that. I sat in the cubicle next to Karen and I knew how competitive she can be.


“You two are going to have to decide how badly you want this job and what you’ll do to prove it to me.” Karen said with a grin.


“Lisa, are you willing demonstrate that to me?” she asked.


“Yeah, I WANT that job!” she said emphatically.


“And you Tracy?”


You bet. There’s no way I’m going to let HER get what I have worked so hard for.”


“Excellent. We’ll begin our little test tomorrow, shall we?”


“What test?” I asked nervously.


“I thought it appropriate,” Karen said, “That since you both seem to like fashion so well, I’m changing the dress code for you two.” Karen then reached into a box and tossed me a black dress made of stretchy material. Starting tomorrow, you two will wear only ONE item of clothing and that dress is it. No bra, no panties, no pantyhose. Shoes are acceptable but without stockings.”


“What am I to wear?” Lisa asked impatiently.


“Oh, didn’t I explain this clearly.” Karen said smiling. “There’s only ONE dress. You two have to SHARE it. And you BOTH had better be at work tomorrow. Now if either of you decide not to compete for this job, you only have to say so and I’ll recommend the other person for the position. This little competition will continue until one of you drops out or I decide that there is a clear winner.”


“Are you in?” she asked directly to each of us. Of course, we both answered affirmatively. “Good now I’ll explain a few more rules.”

...

Part 9
BY: Hooked6


I couldn’t believe it! I all but had that job sewed up. The position of Assistant Account Representative was mine until I forced Lisa into exposing herself at the museum! Now she too is being considered for that job and it is all MY fault! If it wasn’t for me, Karen wouldn’t be on this power trip either. I’d have my job, Lisa would be sulking and all would be right with the world. Still, it WAS fun seeing Lisa humiliated like that and HER pictures not mine will soon be posted at Coccobella’s website. Yeah, it was worth it, I thought.


“Karen, why are you doing this?” Lisa asked nervously. “We haven’t done anything to you.”


“Oh, it’s nothing personal with you two I can assure you. I like you both a lot. This is strictly business. I have a decision to make and it’s not going to be easy. So, to be fair to both of you I have devised these tests. Of course, nobody said I can’t have a little fun while I’m at it either.” She said with a hearty laugh. “First of all, only TEAM players survive at this company, loners do not. This test will evaluate the ability of each of you to cooperate with each other under periods of extreme stress and the two of you will certainly be under extreme stress.” Lisa and I looked at each other with dismay.”

US? Cooperate? Yeah, like THAT’S going to happen I thought.


“Tracy, you will start the day wearing that dress. Lisa, it will be up to you to figure out a way to get into the building tomorrow – naked of course. I’d suggest you come early,” she said with a chuckle. “You two will have to work out among yourselves as to HOW you’ll be sharing the dress. Just to be clear I expect to see each of you wearing it at one time or another throughout the day. Selfishness is a poor quality in a team player. Both of you must accomplish your regular work and keep to your schedule. Neither of you can abandon your job responsibilities during this test.”


“How in the world am I going to do that? I can’t walk around here naked, can I?” Lisa protested.


“You’ll have to work that out with Tracy.”


I gave Lisa a cruel look letting her know that wasn’t going to be easy.


“Tracy, remember the rule about being selfish,” Karen cautioned me. “Oh and did I mention that since you will start the day wearing the dress, Lisa will finish the day with it. You’ll be the one leaving in the buff.”


Now it was Lisa’s turn to gloat.


“If either of you get into trouble, notice I didn’t say ‘caught’, you are on your own. I have an airtight plan to keep me blameless.” Karen said as she went back to arranging her things on her new desk leaving us standing there. I could tell from the look on Lisa’s face that she was going to seriously compete until the bitter end. I was also sure she’d try and exact some revenge along the way too. But, after what she had put me through there was no way I was going to just HAND her the job. No, I was going to outsmart her and outlast her until the job was mine! Though the very idea of placing myself at the mercy of Karen scared me to death, I tried to act outwardly confident so neither of them would detect any weakness on my part.


“Oh, one more thing,” she said looking up at us. “Either one of you are welcome use my office to do some of your work when you don’t have the dress. As you can see it’s pretty private with the door closed.”


Thank goodness, I thought to myself. At least there is some way to pull this test off without getting fired.


“Of course,” Karen added, “If you choose that option you’ll have to realize that you run the risk of being seen as I still have MY work to do and I can’t control the comings and goings of everyone in the building, can I?”


Karen’s expression went from playful to serious as she said, “You each will be evaluated on your ability to be creative under fire; your sense of team play; the ability to accomplish your work goals despite all the distractions and finally on entertainment value.”


“Entertainment value,” I asked?


“Yes, I have to have a little fun too you know.”


“What on Earth do you mean?”


“Don’t you guys have work to do?” Karen said changing the subject. “See you both tomorrow. Now if you will excuse me, I have things I need attend to.”

Lisa and I both left the office. I could tell my opponent had already put on her game face. As far as she was concerned, the contest had already started.


As I went down to my cubicle I was stopped by several people in the office. “I saw you last night,” Jake said with a huge grin. “You make a great statue.” There was a gleam in his eye and a certain excitement in his voice though he was trying to be cool about it.


“Thank you,” I said demurely and tried to continue walking toward my desk.


“A couple of guys were wondering if you were planning on modeling any time soon. We’d love to see you again.”


I’ll bet you would you little pervert, I thought snidely to myself. I was polite though and replied simply, “No nothing on my schedule as far as I know.”


“Well, you were great. I never knew you looked so good,” he said. “See you later,” I think he was trying to be complimentary but I wasn’t sure if that was a dig or not. One thing was certain, however, that he was purposely letting me know that he KNEW what I looked like underneath my dress. His weird smile hinted that I was probably a date of his in his dreams yesterday. Crap I might have been in a WET dream! I giggled at the thought of him waking up after dreaming about me covered in . . . oh never mind.


I was sure I was going to be the topic of conversation throughout the office but very few people actually mentioned it. Everyone seemed so busy perhaps they just didn’t have time. Or maybe they were talking about me behind my back. I shuddered to think of what they might be saying about me – about my body – or even worse if they saw my state of arousal!! Damn, why did I have to think about that?


Later at lunch I ran into Mandy. “You sure were hot last night,” she said elatedly.


“What do you mean by that?”


“Oh, come on, we both know you were horny as hell. I was afraid if you got any more aroused there would be a puddle on the floor at your feet.” Once again Mandy was saying the first thing that popped into her head. I don’t think she was being cruel, she was just being Mandy.


I gave a nervous laugh along with hers and said playfully, “Aw come on, you’re such a kidder. It wasn’t that bad.”


“Did you?” she asked winking her eye at me.


“Did I what?”


“Did you . . . you know get off as you were standing there with everybody looking?”


“Heavens NO, what would make you say a thing like that?” I was actually humiliated at the intimate nature of her question and it sent chills up my spine. If she only knew how close I had come to doing exactly that!!


“I know I would have if that had been me. They would have heard me scream as far away as the airport!” she said laughing at herself. “Probably several times too!” I giggled awkwardly at her last comment. I could DEFINITELY relate.


“Yeah, it was sort of stimulating modeling like that,” I said plainly hoping to satisfy her curiosity and get her to leave me alone.


“You’re amazing,” she said looking at me funny. “All those guys looking at you with desire in their eyes checking out your most private of places and you talk about it like it was no big deal. I couldn’t do that. No way,” she said as she walked on ahead of me. Thank goodness she was gone. I was afraid others were going to overhear our conversation.


The next morning, I showered and put on my makeup as usual. I took out the black dress and stared at it. It was going to seem weird wearing only this dress. I always wore pantyhose and conservative underwear at work. There was just something about that building that reeked of professionalism. At least I had a dress. Lisa had nothing. I wondered how she made out getting into the building. I smiled a bit at the thought that she might have gotten caught.


I couldn’t delay any longer. I pulled the slinky, black dress made of stretch-like material over my head and guided it over my breasts and down my body. My first fear was that it was going to be see-through. To my surprise and great relief, it wasn’t. It was actually fairly conservative looking. It came down to mid-thigh, a little shorter than I was comfortable with for work, but not too short to attract attention. I began to feel a little better about wearing this and nothing else. It WAS form-fitting, however, accentuating my every curve! I also realized that it wasn’t going to be an easy task getting into or out of this dress. My hair was going to need attention after taking it off or putting it back on.


I put my shoes on and walked around the room a bit finally turning around to look at the back of the dress in the mirror. That material was so clingy that it stuck right into my butt crack outlining every detail of my ass. I pulled it out and walked around the room again and re-checked my image in the mirror and sure enough the fabric wanted to make my butt cleavage its permanent home – like static cling on steroids!! How embarrassing. If I was wearing panties, I was sure that it wouldn’t do that. Great, I thought, now everyone will realize I’m not wearing any!


I went to get my purse and got another shock. When I walked my breasts bounced freely without a bra to contain them and with the dress clinging my body it accentuated their motion. Though I’m only a B-cup, there is plenty there to jiggle and jiggle they did. OK, so no running or quick movements today and I must try to keep my backside away from onlookers. Well, at least I had the opportunity to discover these things in the privacy of my own home. Poor Lisa will just have to be surprised! I could be a team player and tell her “. . . nah! What a dumb idea,” I said giggling.


When I arrived at work and was walking through the parking garage, I heard a voice behind me say, “Whoa, nice dress Tracy.” It was Jim, the guy who was a backstage volunteer at the Fashion Show. “Is that one of that French Designer’s outfits?”


“No, it was a gift actually,” I said turning my backside away from him and trying to discreetly pull the material out of my crack without him noticing.


“Nice,” he said as he pushed the elevator button to my floor. When it stopped and the doors opened, he said, “Have a nice day.” What a stupid saying, I thought. It’s such a worn-out cliché. Of course, I probably wouldn’t have complained if today was any NORMAL day.


I made my way to my cubicle painfully aware of my jiggling chest and began to organize my day. I had a meeting at 1:00pm, several reports to get out and a slew of messages to return. I suddenly realized that Lisa and I had not spoken since our meeting in Karen’s office. I wondered what her schedule was like. I had all sorts of wild thoughts about her hiding under a desk or cringing in a bathroom stall. I felt good about that, until I realized that I would probably be in the same boat later that day.


I decided that I had better find her and work out some details about this dress sharing. Better to plan for the exchange than wing it in a panic. I went to her desk but she wasn’t there. I headed towards Karen’s office. Sure enough, Lisa was against the back wall, her face full of fright.


“Damn it Tracy,” she said angrily, “Couldn’t you have at least knocked?”


Giggling I apologized suddenly realizing the panic I must have instilled by just barging in. “Sorry,” I said sincerely. Seeing Lisa naked was awkward. Unlike last night when nudity at the museum somehow seemed appropriate, toady was different. Nudity at the office was frightening! I was uncomfortable just looking at her all huddled up with her arms across her chest.


“GIVE ME THAT DRESS!” she demanded. “And shut the damn door!”


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Part 10
BY: Hooked6


“I didn’t come here to give you the dress,” I said smartly. “I came here work out the details of how we are going to share.”


Karen just sat at her desk taking it all in. She made no move to intervene.


“Well, I say it’s time to give it up. YOU try standing here naked for a few minutes and see how YOU like it!”


“I’m sure I’ll have a chance today to find out,” I said calmly. Being ever the organizer I continued with my thoughts. “I think the first thing we need to do is compare schedules. That way we can be sure that each of us has a chance to have the dress when we need it most. So, what does your schedule look like?”


“It’s full all day, now give me that damn dress!” she snapped.


“No really, what’s it like? Just get a grip and think a minute.”


She took a few deep breaths and collected herself. “I . . . I don’t know,” she said almost in a panic.


“What do you mean you don’t know? Didn’t you check it yesterday and clear unnecessary stuff knowing what you had to do today?!” I asked incredulously.


“No . . .” she replied. I think she was surprised at herself for not thinking that far ahead. Some Account Rep SHE’D make, I thought.


“Oh, good grief!” I muttered taking on a maternal tone. Now it was my turn to get a grip. I don’t know why but I was actually starting to feel sorry for her. “Look, we need to put our petty squabbles aside and try and get through this today. Can we do that?”


“I guess so.”


“It’s obvious to me that the first thing that needs to happen is for you to go and check your schedule.” She began to hyperventilate again. “Calm down I’m going to give you the dress. I’m not that cruel.”


She looked at me with those big puppy dog eyes of hers as if she was almost begging for it right that moment.


“After you check your schedule and get whatever things you need to work on, come back here and we’ll compare notes.”


“Okay,” Lisa agreed.


I wasn’t happy about it but I knew that it was now time for ME to get naked. I was already a nervous wreck just walking in the building without a bra and panties. I literally peeled the dress off over my head and gave it to Lisa who devoured it like a starving animal. In less time than it takes to read this sentence she actually had it on!


Meanwhile the cool air in Karen’s office made me painfully aware of how inappropriate it was for me to be uncovered.


Lisa gave me a HUGE smile and simply said, “See ya!” and walked out of the office. Fear overtook me. Did she just pull one over on me? Was I THAT gullible that I fell for my own trick? I began to wonder if she was EVER coming back. I tried to silently dismiss such thoughts. Surely, she wasn’t that low.


I mentally pictured how far away Lisa’s cubicle was. Being a floor below this one and allowing time for her to chit-chat her coworkers saying good morning for the first time and then checking her schedule, I figured she’d be back in ten maybe fifteen minutes tops. I looked at the clock on Karen’s wall and noted the time.


“Pull up a chair,” Karen invited. “You can use that corner of my desk. I’m sure you have stuff you need to work on. Working is good. It will calm your nerves.”


“I’m not nervous,” I said lying through my teeth. I was bound and determined NOT to show weakness in front of the decision maker. I figured that so far, I had the edge. In my own mind I had demonstrated team play, that I was organized and that I kept my cool under fire. Of course I also demonstrated how stupid I was if Lisa actually tricked me! Damn it all! How could I have been so stupid!


I took Karen’s advice and spread out my folders and began working on some things I had to do. My naked butt on the cool chair made me ever so conscious of my nudity. Every time I heard footsteps outside Karen’s door I panicked. I was sure whoever it was would barge in any minute like I did to Lisa and see me naked! How in the world was I going to explain myself if I was caught? I really had no idea.


I looked at the clock. Ten minutes had passed. It shouldn’t be long now, I thought. I just knew that I would feel better if there was a plan that the two of us agreed to follow. It was the unknown and unplanned that I feared.


Karen would occasionally look up from her work and look at me. Her smile was very patronizing as if I was some sort of pet or something. I tried not to let it get to me but I couldn’t help feeling that was what I really was – her pet. All I needed was a collar and leash.


Another ten minutes had passed. I was getting worried now. I tried to think of all sorts of possible reasons for the delay. I was still thinking of those reasons after another 45 minutes went by and still no sign of her. An hour and five minutes! Surely even Lisa could have the decency to pick up the phone and call if she was being detained.


THE PHONE! What a great idea, I thought.


“Karen, I need to use your phone a minute,” I said looking up from my work. I didn’t tell her why I needed it or who I was calling.


“Sure, help yourself.”


I dialed her extension and it rang and rang. I was about to hang up when she finally answered. “Lisa Brown,” she said professionally.


Not wanting Karen to think I was panicking I chose my words very carefully. “Is everything on SCHEDULE?” I said slightly emphasizing the word schedule hoping she’d get my drift. I figured if there was a delay she could tell me about it and I’d feel better.


“Can’t talk now, bye.” No further explanation, no hint of reassurance just, “Can’t talk now, bye!


I was pissed. I just knew she had no intention of returning my dress. She tricked me!


Just then I heard two guys talking and it sounded like they were headed towards this office. “I’ll be right with you, Jason,” I heard him say.” I just have to give this to Karen.”


KAREN!! He WAS coming in. He would see me for sure and I’d be dead. I quickly did the only thing I knew to do – I ran up against the wall so as to hide behind the door when it opened. I had just gotten into place when sure enough he walked right in without so much as a knock!


The door opened right up against me. Fortunately, he didn’t come in and try to close the door. I would have been busted for sure. My heart raced as he stood there talking to Karen. “Here are my expense vouchers for last week. Could you get Mr. Darthwaite to approve them and forward them to Accounts Payable?” he said.


The only thing separating me from total exposure was this door. I could tell he had his hand on the doorknob and he would occasionally wiggle the door slightly as he talked. Each time that happened ten years fell off my life!


Karen, knowing I was vulnerable hiding behind the door proceeded to engage him in idle chatter! She was deliberately prolonging my agony! I could see her from where I was hiding and she was all smiles. While talking she would occasionally glance my way and smile all the more.

I was deathly afraid that this guy would pick up on the fact that something was amiss and look behind the door! So, THIS is what Karen meant by entertainment, I thought. She was obviously enjoying this.

Then it got weird! “Say,” she said, “Did you happen to attend the grand opening of the museum Saturday?”


“Yes, it was marvelous. I was so surprised.” He said.


“So, what did you think of Tracy?”


I couldn’t believe she was torturing me like this!! She KNEW I could hear every word and that it would be embarrassing for me.


He chuckled at her question, “Honestly, THAT was the best part.”


“Yeah?” Karen asked leading him on.


“Sure. What guy hasn’t imagined what Tracy looked like naked? Come on, she’s young and attractive. All guys mentally undress you women every time we see you.”


“You do, do you?”


“Sure. It’s a guy thing. But SATURDAY was different. I got to see the real thing!”


“So, were you disappointed in what you saw?”


“Heck no. She’s better than I had imagined. In fact, she’s a Hottie,” he said.


I began to start feeling pretty good about myself and was glad that I was hearing all of this. I had dreaded what people might have been saying about me. At least this guy seemed pleased. I realized that eavesdropping on this conversation was making me a little aroused.


“So would you ever like to see her again . . . NAKED, I mean?”


OH GAWD! She was going to tell him about me. She was actually going to force me to get caught! My heart was about to run out the door while I was still trapped in the office.


“YEAH! Is she modeling anywhere soon?”


“If I find out I’ll be sure and let you know.” Karen said chuckling.
The man excused himself and left.


“KAREN YOU’RE WICKED!” I said as I carefully closed the door.


“Naw, that was fun!” she said just grinning from ear to ear. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy hearing all that?”


“Well . . . sort of,” I confessed.


“Looks like you’ve been stood up,” she finally said noting the time. “It’s now eleven o’clock. Surely, she’s had time to check her schedule and get back here don’t you think?”


“Yeah,” I said disappointedly.


“What time is your next appointment?”


“One o’clock. Oh Karen, what am I going to do?”


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