My Summer Job

My Summer Job – Part One (ENF, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: HOOKED6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)

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My Summer Job – Part One (ENF, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: Hooked6

Synopsis:   Britney, who drops out of high school her junior year, learns that it can be tougher making a living than she ever imagined – that is until a friend of hers introduces her to what appears to be an ideal career. The story starts a bit slow developing the characters but those who hang with the plot will be treated to loads of progressive public nudity, embarrassment, humiliation, blackmail and public stripping. As is the case with most of my work, things aren’t always what they seem. Though the story was first published in 2007, I have added material. All characters are 18 or above.

 

My life sucked. Here I was an 18-year-old High school drop-out working at, of all places, the Burger Queen. Life couldn’t get any worse. I thought I had it all worked out. I wanted a place of my own and I was sure I could get a job and get on with my life. I wanted out of my parents place so bad I could taste it! School was so boring and was waste of time. I felt that most of the stuff I was learning wasn’t anything that I would use in real world anyway.

And forget about my home life! My self-confidence was at an all-time low as my mom saw to it to remind me regularly of just how worthless I was. I really don’t know what she had to complain about as I wasn’t really a bad girl. I managed to stay out of trouble. I didn’t run with the bad crowd or use drugs nor was I boy crazy like most girls my age seemed to be even though I’m sure I was pretty enough to land any boy I wanted. No, I pretty much kept to myself and didn’t really cause any trouble at home yet my mom was always putting me down. I just wanted to prove to everyone – especially my mom – that I could BE somebody and all this time spent in school seemed to be in the way of me realizing my goal. I may have been a shy and introverted good little girl, but I was also very impatient!

So, I quit school with one month left in my junior year and had worked a year at various dead-end jobs mostly part time jobs at that. My mom was pissed as she usually is about all my decisions but I was sure I could make it. My plan was first to get a job then after saving enough money, get a place of my own. I would show everybody that Britney Adams was someone to be proud of!

Yeah well, that was the plan. So far it hasn’t worked out that way. It seems nobody wants to give a high school dropout a chance to prove herself. I KNOW I could do most anything if someone would just show me how! Everyone wants experience, but how can you get experience if nobody ever gives you a chance? Pretty much all my interviews ended with the same phrase, “I’m sorry but you must have at least your high school diploma before we can consider you for full time employment.” I don’t know if it was true or not but it sure was beginning to seem that way. I just couldn’t go back to school though, not after the ugly scene I created in front of my parents when I announced my plans to start my career. That would only confirm their belief that I was worthless. No, I HAD to stick it out. Something would come along; I just KNEW it would.

Despite my best efforts, all I could land was this lousy part-time job at Burger Queen. After a month of listening to my mom rag on me saying things like, “Look at my millionaire daughter. She made all her money asking people, ‘would you want fries with that?’ Hahahahahahahaha!” I was about to scream.

Like I said, life sucked! Man was I ever depressed.

Then one day something happened that would change my life forever! I was cleaning tables at the restaurant when I ran into Kelli Peterson. She was a year ahead of me and had graduated and got on with her life. She seemed to have everything going for her during her last year at school. She always wore the trendiest clothes and even drove a NEW car! Lucky her, I thought to myself, she’s on her way now while I’m stuck here. Some people have all the luck!

“What’s wrong, Britney?” she asked as she spotted me cleaning the table next to her while she was eating her burger. “You look like you’re having a really bad day. Want to talk about it?”

I took a break and joined her. I told her everything as she listened intently. It felt good just to talk with someone about my troubles. She seemed so kind and genuinely interested in my problems. After talking for well past my break time I abruptly ended my conversation when I saw my manager giving me a stern look. “I’m sorry,” I said apologetically. “I have to get back to work. I don’t know why I’m telling you all this anyway. I’m really sorry to have troubled you.”

She reached out and gently touched my hand, “Nonsense,” she said smiling. “I think I might be able to help you out.”

“You can? How?”

“You know that I’m leaving for college soon and because of that I have to quit my current part-time job. The owner is making the position full time and really wanted me to take it but my parents insisted that I continue my schooling so I can’t. But, I think you might do well at it. You should give it a try.”

She had an odd sort of smile as she spoke about her job that seemed rather weird. On one hand she seemed like she was absolutely euphoric yet I thought I detected an element of fear as well. I figured it was just my imagination and I did need a real job. Dejectedly I stated, “It all sounds wonderful but you know I dropped out of school. Your boss won’t even give me the time of day for a full-time job. Nobody does. That’s why I’m working here.”

Kelli smiled reassuringly and said, “She gave me a chance and I made $30,000 working for her part time. I’m sure if you’re enthusiastic about wanting the job you could get it. If she hires you, she’ll teach you everything you need to know anyway. Working full-time you could easily earn sixty grand.”

“YOU MADE $30,000 on a part-time job?!!!” I yelled incredulously.

Kelli giggled, “Yes, and don’t look at me like I’m crazy. I’m not exaggerating, of course I had to start on the ground floor and work at it. It was hard work too but the opportunity is there if you want it bad enough. I imagine a person could easily double that amount working full time.”

“What kind of job is this anyway? I’m definitely not going to sell drugs or anything.” I warned seriously.

“Oh no, it’s a legitimate job – nothing illegal. I’ll call my boss tomorrow and tell her you’re coming by for an interview. You’d better do it soon though before she fills the position. Hopefully you can be at the right place at the right time. The best jobs are never advertised in the paper you know.”

Boy that was surely true! For once I saw a glimmer of hope that I might be able to turn my life around. “I’ll do it!” I replied excitedly. “Just tell me when I have to be there!” I then gave her my phone number and went back to work.

The next day Kelli called, “It’s all set, she’s expecting you at ten o’clock this morning. Can you make it?”

“I guess so. I don’t have to be back at Burger Queen until next Tuesday, so yeah, I can make it.”

“Great!” she replied. “It’s a little hard to find so I’ll pick you up and take you there. That way I can even introduce you in person.”

“THANKS! I can use all the help I can get.” I hung up with phone and sighed with deep satisfaction. I felt relieved that after all that crap I had to listen to from my mom about being a loser I finally had an opportunity to make something of myself. Yes sir. Today was going to be a great day!

She drove me downtown and parked in one of those huge parking garages. “We’re in for a bit of a walk I’m afraid.” She said as she exited the car. “This is as close as I can get.”

“That’s fine with me,” I said cheerfully. I have always liked big cities, with all the tall buildings, the eclectic cacophony of sounds and the hustle and bustle of people. It was all so exciting somehow. We made our way down the stairs and onto the sidewalk and made our way up the street. We traveled several blocks and as we walked, I eagerly soaked in the atmosphere of all the sights. “I’m going to work in one of those tall buildings someday,” I told myself silently. “You just wait and see. I’m on my way now! No more Burger Queen for me!!”

She led me to one of the small below street-level store fronts at the bottom of a rather tall office building. It reminded me of that bar ‘Cheers’ in that old TV series that I had seen reruns of on TV. After walking down the stairwell that led to the shop’s main entrance, I saw a sign on the window that said, “CREATIVE SERVICES, INC.” It must be some type of advertising firm I thought.

“We’re here,” Kelli announced with flare as she held the door open for me.

As I entered the business, I wasn’t sure what to make of all the things I was seeing. It looked like racks of clothes – no make that costumes of some sort – filling about half the available space out front. In the back of the store was a counter, a room with a flimsy curtain covering the doorway and then a large open space behind the counter that contained several angled desks or easels like the type architects use. There were a few computer desks and papers piled up all over the place next to several filing cabinets.

What in the world is this business I wondered to myself?

An attractive, rather informally dressed lady who was sitting at one of the easels working on something noticed our arrival. She appeared to be in her early thirties and had a very welcoming smile. “Kelli!” she said excitedly. “Is this the girl you were telling me about?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she answered politely and proceeded to introduce me, “Amy Campbell, this is my friend Britney.” Then turning to me explained, “Britney, Amy is the owner of Creative Services, Inc., CSI for short. In fact, she is the ONLY full-time person at the company. Everyone else is part-time. If you get the job . . .” she said winking at me, “You’ll be the only other full-time person here! I’ve told Amy that I thought you’d be perfect for the job. I guess I’ll leave you to it then. I’ll be back later. I’ve got some things to do in town while I’m here. Just call me when you’re through and I’ll come back and get you.” She then gave me another very reassuring smile, gave me a good-luck hug and left.

That was so nice of her to give me such a nice build-up. I only knew Kelli from school and not all that well either. I always thought she was rather a loner and standoffish. My opinion of her sure had changed now!

Miss Amy looked me over. “My you are a pretty one, aren’t you?” she said with admiration.

“Um . . . thank you.” I said nervously.

“Please turn around and let me get a better look at you. You don’t mind, do you dear?”

“Ah, no . . . I’d be happy to,” I replied unsure of what she was doing. I did as she had asked and slowly twirled around a couple of times.

“Yes, very nice indeed,” she finally said.

“Excuse me?”

“You have nice posture,” she explained with an awkward grin. “I can always tell about a person’s confidence level by their posture. It makes a good first impression.”

“Oh,” I replied and then carefully tried to stand up even straighter than I had been. I had never thought of myself as having a lot of confidence but if my posture was making a good first impression, then by all means I didn’t want to blow it by slouching!

The lady took a seat at her desk. There wasn’t really another chair readily available for me so I just stood there as she sorted through some papers.

“What type of work have you done?

“Um . . . well it’s like this,” I stammered nervously. “I haven’t done much so far. I have only worked at Burger Queen but . . .”

“I see . . .” she said cutting me off busying herself with her papers again.

“BUT I really do WANT to get a better job. I’ll work really hard and I’m very dependable,” I blurted out quickly before she had a chance to turn me down.

“You look rather young. I’m guessing you’re still in high school, right?” She asked looking a bit serious. “You do realize that I was looking for someone full-time. I’m not sure . . .”

“Oh, I’m out of school,” I said hurriedly.

“You graduated already?”

I lowered my head and admitted, “Um . . . no, I dropped out my junior year – but I think I can do whatever you need me to do. I’m really a good person and I do so want this job!”

The lady looked at me for a moment and then said, “I really need a person that I can count on as I’m out of the office a lot. I need someone I can trust to run the place while I’m out as well doing some contract work for my clients. I can’t do it all.”

“Oh I can work whatever hours you want me to. I’m SURE I can manage to keep an eye on the store and . . .”

“Can you take direction?”

“Um . . . I don’t understand.”

She sighed. “I need someone who will do WHAT I ask, WHEN I ask. I must know that when I give an instruction it will be carried out to the letter – no arguments, no complaining, and definitely no disappointments. I’ve spent my entire professional life developing this successful business and I can’t just trust it to anyone. I’m very demanding but also very fair. If you can commit to following my directions without fail it can also be very lucrative for you. I have a lot riding on this so I have to make the right choice here.”

“I’m sure you won’t be disappointed if you choose me. I want, no . . . I NEED this job and I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you happy and succeed.”

The lady went back to sorting through papers as I stood there fidgeting with my hands. “I suppose I could take a chance on you,” she eventually sighed, “But it would mean a lot of work teaching you the business. I really don’t want to waste my time teaching you only to find out you don’t have what it takes.”

“I’m a quick learner,” I added confidently.

She smiled at me, looked me up and down and said, “Okay I’ll give you a trial period. If you do well during that time, the job is yours. Just remember you must follow my directions TO THE LETTER. Do that and you’ll not only keep your job you’ll do well financially too, understand?”

“GREAT!! I’ll do whatever you say. You won’t be disappointed!” I exclaimed excitedly. “Um . . . what exactly IS my job?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? You’re my new Account Service Specialist.

“Oh . . .” I said trying figure out what she had just said. It sounded all so impressive. Moments ago, I worked for Burger Queen, now I was an Account Service Specialist for a downtown firm! I had made it! I couldn’t wait to tell my mom. Unfortunately, I still didn’t have a clue what an Account Service Specialist did. “Um . . . what does that mean exactly?”

“CSI is a creative support company for conventions, corporate clients and specialty firms. We work with production companies, advertising agencies, convention bureaus and some rather distinguished private patrons. Our clients come to us looking for help with certain projects; perhaps with costumes, specialty clothing or actual custom support services or promotional activities. We do whatever it takes to keep the client happy or make their event a success.

Well that explains all the weird outfits in the store I thought. “So, my job is to ring up the sale of the costumes?”

“Oh, heaven’s no! It’s much more than that. Yes part of your compensation consists of commission on the items you sell – 25% of the sales price actually. But the real money comes from customer support. The more projects you take on the more you can earn.”

I sure liked the sound of that! “What does customer support mean?”

“It varies by client. For example, yesterday I worked a home appliance exposition and I had to stand next to this refrigerator and point to certain of its features as the company spokesman gave his speech to the crowd about how great his appliance was.” Amy explained. “Of course, I had a lot a prep work to do learning about the device and so on, so I could act intelligently in front of all those people. That’s why clients hire us. We make their event a success.”

“It all sounds so exciting,” I remarked. “I don’t think this job could ever be boring with all this variety.”

“No, I’m SURE you won’t be bored. Can you start today? I could really use you this afternoon.”

“Um . . . yeah, I guess so,” I said nervously.

“Good – you’re off to a good start. I was afraid you were going to make an excuse about why you couldn’t. I just can’t abide people who don’t do what I want. It just so happens I have an engagement this afternoon for a client and I’m going to have you come with me. This will afford me the opportunity to see how well you handle yourself. Let’s get started, shall we? Go ahead and take off your clothes.”

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed without thinking.

 

My Summer Job – Part Two (Exhib, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: Hooked6 (Copyright 2007 by: Hooked6@hotmail.com)

 

“You want me to take off my clothes? Why?!” I asked with my voice quivering.

“The fact that I TOLD you to should be enough of a reason. Didn’t you just assure me that you could take direction?” Amy snapped sternly.

“I’m sorry . . .” I muttered sheepishly. “I am just confused that’s all. I learn better if I understand the reasons behind things.” I then started unbuttoning my dress.

Amy sighed then took a deep breath. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just that in my business there won’t always BE time to explain things. Sometimes you’re just going to have to trust me. Tell me now if you can’t do that so I won’t waste any more time with you.”

Now standing in front of her in just my bra and panties I wished that I had chosen fancier underwear – mind you not that I EVER expected to be showing them to a perfect stranger at a job interview! Nervously I replied, “You can count on me. Honestly, I wasn’t trying to defy you. I was just . . .”

“I see, well, get a move on then, I haven’t got all day!” she interrupted pointing at my underwear.

“Yes ma’am,” I said meekly finally understanding that she wanted me to remove them too. I nervously unsnapped the hook on my bra and let it fall to the floor, then clumsily stepped out of my panties. In no time I was standing naked before her. How totally AWKWARD! Here I was standing in the middle of a public office totally NAKED! Seeing the shoes of the pedestrians up at street level walking by through the windows sent chills up my spine. I mean ANY ONE OF THEM could have walked down those stairs and caught me totally exposing everything! But she was the boss. I’m sure she had a reason for asking me to do such an outlandish thing . . . and I did need this job!

She paused for some time looking me over. Once again, I felt very inadequate. Though I always considered myself “cute,” I was definitely no model. I didn’t have much of a tan and I was very self-conscious about my boobs being rather small. Then I looked down and began to regret that I still had all my pubic hair! Trimmed though it may be, most girls shaved completely these days. What on EARTH was this lady thinking about me?

“Very nice, better than I imagined, in fact.”

“My posture,” I asked innocently? Amy just laughed as she retrieved a garment from the racks of clothing and handed it to me.

“What’s this?” I asked as I took the garment from her.

“It’s your outfit for this afternoon. Your job today is at the Science Fiction Convention at the Municipal Conference Center. My firm has been hired to drum up interest in the convention from passersby on the street. I’ll be giving you fliers to pass out and hopefully people will be intrigued after seeing you and reading your flier that they will pay for admission.”

“Oh . . . that makes sense.” I then tried to make some sense of the garment I held in my hands. I’m not the brightest bulb in the pantry but I’d like to think I had common sense enough to dress myself, but I couldn’t make heads or tails out of the costume. “Um . . . how do I put this on?”

Amy giggled and remarked, “You’re not into Science Fiction much I take it. Don’t you recognize it?” As I shook my head, she proceeded to help me. In no time I was dressed and she announced, “There. I must admit you make an adorable Princess Leia.”

“Princess, who?”

“Princess Leia of Stars Wars fame, silly. That’s a replica of her costume when she was taken prisoner by Jabba the Hut.”

I didn’t want to admit that I had never watched any of those movies so I had no idea what she was talking about. “Oh . . .” I said as if it all made sense. For those of you who have never seen that costume the bottom is basically two red pieces of almost floor-length material: one piece in front and one piece in back like a rather large loin cloth flowing down between my legs held together by a large wrap-around metal harness worn low on my waist. As I looked down, I noticed that my legs were bare in front and along my sides. I wasn’t sure how much of my butt cheeks were covered either, though I couldn’t see for sure as there was no mirror close at hand. I got the feeling that only my butt crack and pubes were actually covered. The top was also a metal bra-like device that showed a LOT of breast tissue and cleavage. To make matters worse, neither the top nor the bottom fit very snugly at all! I got the feeling that either piece would fall right off my body if I wasn’t careful. There didn’t appear to be any way of adjusting the costume to fit better as it was all pre-formed gold-colored metal that resisted any attempts at bending it tighter.

 

(For those not familiar with this famous Sci-Costume, try this link

https://imgur.com/a/PDpmXYs)

Amy then proceeded to place my hair into buns on each side of my head and seemed awfully pleased with herself.

“You look FABULOUS!” she said with obvious glee. “Let’s go and I’ll brief you on the way.”

She couldn’t really be serious about me appearing in PUBLIC dressed like this? I mean the darn thing was almost indecent! But alas when she grabbed my hand and headed for the door, I knew she really was!!

“Where . . . where are we going?”

“To the Conference Center silly,” she replied a little impatiently. “We haven’t much time.” Taking a firmer grip on my hand she led me to the exit and once outside proceeded to lock the office door. I almost panicked when, while standing on the lower platform watching her secure the office, a strong gust of wind literally blew my panels sharply away from my legs exposing my private parts to anyone who might have been looking. Fortunately, we were still below street level so I was hoping no one had noticed. I may be a high school dropout but I wasn’t a wild child and this outfit was the most daring thing I had EVER worn in public! I felt so self-conscious I could hardly stand it. It was worse as we walked down the sidewalk among all those professionally dressed people. I felt totally out-of-place!

I learned very quickly to keep both of my hands on the panels – one hand in front and one behind me resting on my butt lest I’d expose myself again. As we headed towards the same parking garage, I had another worry. Just as I had feared the harness on my waist began slipping. Talk about your low-riders! I was sure that wisps of my pubic hair were showing above the metal frame. We were walking so fast however there wasn’t time to try and adjust it. I just prayed that it would stay on until we reached her car!! Gawd, this was awful!! But I couldn’t let on that this bothered me. I tried to convince myself that this was a perfectly respectable outfit for a perfectly respectable job. I mean the actress who played this Princess Leia was respectable and wore this costume on the big screen for heavens sakes. By then it dawned on me that I was sure using that word “respectable” a lot in my mental argument with myself. I had to admit I felt like ANYTHING but RESPECTABLE!

Once we reached her vehicle, I gave a firm tug on my waist harness trying to secure it better on my hips and then got into the passenger seat. On the way, Amy began explaining the Star Wars trilogy to me and a little about my character. She instructed me how to stand and what to say and most importantly what she expected of me. All too soon we were arriving at the Conference Center. Amy grabbed a large box from the backseat and we headed towards the main entrance. The Center was also located in the downtown business district and, although the parking deck was on the side of the building, the principal entrance was actually just a stone’s throw from the sidewalk that ran along Main Street.

People were entering the Center as well as milling about outside. My presence generated quite a lot of interest from those present making me very uncomfortable. Even though I still had my death grip on the front and back panels I was sure I looked totally “stupid.”

Amy set the box on a small table and opened it. She handed me a stack of fliers and instructed me to approach people and offer them one. She emphasized that in handing out the fliers I was to be sure to concentrate on the passersby on the sidewalk and not just those people already heading into the Center. After all, she explained, my job was to attract people that were not already planning on attending the convention.

“I’ll be watching you and will be around if you need me. Remember, this is your trial period. I have to know I can count on you to make my business successful. Remember you are representing Creative Services, Inc. so do me proud! Do you have any questions?” Amy asked looking me directly in the eye.

“Um . . . no, I think I understand.”

“Good. The Convention doors are open now so you had best get started. I’ll need you to keep this up until most of the businesses downtown have closed and the workers have left their offices. I’m guessing around six or seven o’clock. By then the only people left will be those going to the convention anyway. If you run out of fliers, I’ll get you some more.”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied nervously and headed towards the sidewalk. Fear once again overtook me as now my hands were totally occupied – one holding the stack of fliers and the other passing handing them out. There wasn’t any way to hold my panels in place. Fortunately, there wasn’t much of a breeze.

The first people I approached to hand out my fliers were a group of businessmen hurrying down the sidewalk. “Hello,” I said with my voice quivering, “Be sure and check out the Sci-fi Convention going on now at the Conference Center.” I gave them each a paper. The taller gentleman nudged his friend standing next to him and they both proceeded to look at me with a stupid expression on their faces. I was sure that I must be showing strands of pubic hair above the harness again judging from where they were staring. I ignored them deciding not to torture myself by trying to figure out what they were on about and confidently moved on to the next group of people and repeated my line. They too gave me odd looks and I began to feel very disheartened. This certainly wasn’t helping my self-esteem.

Seeing Amy watching my every move, I forced myself to eagerly approach more people and tried to do my job as professionally as I could despite my concerns about exposure. There were so many people about and I was sure each and every one of them had an eye on me – or at least some part of me anyway!

Then I heard the excited voice of a young man, “MOMMY, MOMMY LOOK! It’s Princess Leia!” The boy literally dragged his mother towards me clearly enchanted at his good fortune to see a famous character. I began to feel proud. His excitement was just the boost I needed to inspire me to keep on.

“Excuse me miss; do you mind if I take a picture of you with my son?” the lady asked as she reached into her purse for a camera. “Star Wars is his FAVORITE movie of all time!”

“Why no, not at all,” I replied and extended my free arm out around his shoulders as he stood next to me. As we posed, I added, “Be sure and see the Sci-fi Convention going on at the Center. I’m sure he’d really like it!”

“SMILE . . .” the lady said as she aimed her camera. Just after the flash went off a gust of wind blew the front panel of my outfit to the side and I was sure I had just flashed everything to the lady and anybody else who happened to be looking at me. It couldn’t have been more than a brief second or two but still . . . she had seen it. I was sure of that.

“Oh . . .” the lady said in both a surprised and somewhat disapproving tone. She was clearly caught off guard and was visibly nervous as she fumbled to put her camera away. Her whole demeanor changed. “Come on Son,” she said sternly reaching out to pull her boy away from me as if I was some kind of escaped felon or something. So much for my ten seconds of fame, I thought.

I looked over at Amy and saw her urging me on to continue passing out my fliers so I wasted no time in resuming my job. She didn’t seem upset or disappointed at what had happened so I figured I too would just ignore it. I chalked it up to just an occupational hazard.

Hour after hour passed and during that time, I received more than my fair share of snide remarks about my body, as well as several lewd propositions from the business men that passed. On more than one occasion I had to adjust my top after discovering I was showing a nipple or two as that metal bra had the awful tendency to slip lower and lower without my sensing it. There was no telling how many people had seen an eyeful before I noticed and discreetly pulled in back into place. I really had to keep an eye on that. Through it all I did my best though I was ogled, lusted after, and oh yes, looked down upon – mostly from the women who saw me. Still, I kept my mind on the job at hand. Amy would come and go and every so often bring me more fliers or something to drink when it was slow. After that she would disappear into the Convention Center. Of course, it wasn’t all bad. I had several more people who wanted their picture with me and most of them were truly thrilled at being seen with my character and then too there were those that seemed to appreciate my outfit and seemed envious of me. That more than made up for the other not so pleasant things.

Then it happened.

It was about 6 o’clock and one of the busiest times of the day as the sidewalk was literally filled with people going home. I had run out of my current stack of papers. I was headed toward the box on the table to get more. I had only taken a few steps when the harness holding my skirt slipped off my hips and the garment fell to the ground causing me to stumble and unceremoniously hit the concrete. Immediately, several men and a couple of teenage boys helped me to my feet. I was so shocked at what had happened trying to make sure I wasn’t hurt I hadn’t realized that when they stood me up, I was naked from the waist down – my garment still on the ground. In fact, I had actually stepped out of it as I tried to regain my composure. Those around me where constantly asking, “Are you all right? Did you hurt yourself?” I took stock of myself being quite worried from all the attention that I might actually be bleeding or something.

“No, I don’t think so. I’m okay,” I said coming to my senses. Then I looked down and saw my state of undress “OH MY GAWD!” I shrieked and started to panic quickly covering myself with my hands. I heard all sorts of people laughing now. Up till that time everyone seemed so empathetic. As I looked around EVERYONE was smiling and staring at me – at my body . . . at my  . . . you know!

 

My Summer Job – Part Three (Exhib, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: HOOKED6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)

So, there I was acting like a school kid stomping my feet in a panic as I stood bottomless before and ever-increasing crowd of on-lookers. “Calm down miss. It will be alright,” I heard some kind voice say. If people weren’t all around me, I would have taken off like a scared rabbit, clothes or no clothes! But there was nowhere to run. Then I mercifully I saw out of the corner of my eye a young man kneeling on the sidewalk holding the harness of my garment urging me to step back into it. Immediately I complied and no sooner had I extended one leg inside the harness I realized just WHO that kind man was. It was Johnny Taylor – a nerdy, pimple-faced boy from my school!! Of course, I thought. Who else would attend a Sci-Fi Convention but a nerdy, pimple faced moron! Then I also realized that with my legs spread apart as they were trying to step into the harness, he was looking straight up between my legs getting the thrill of a lifetime! The stupid grin on his face told me everything I needed to know. I could have just died!

I blushed profusely, squeezed my legs together, bent over and awkwardly pulled the harness up myself, frequently wiggling my pelvis to get it seated on my hips. I made no pretext of trying to protect my backside from all those prying eyes behind me. If they hadn’t seen it all by now, I figured there was no use in pretending to be modest! I wanted to be covered and I wanted to be covered immediately!

Once I was dressed several people tried to console me by putting their arms around me and saying things like, “Don’t be to upset with yourself. It was just an accident. It could happen to anybody!” But it didn’t happen to ANYBODY it happened to ME! I was so mad . . . then I spied that stupid Johnny Taylor again and as he gawked – it hit me! Like a tidal wave of emotion, it consumed me! The look of sheer admiration and ecstasy on his face and as the erotic nature of what had just happened dawned on me it made me wetter than I had EVER been in my entire life. Electricity ran up my spine and my breathing quickened and muscles tensed. Hell, I was on fire! I had never – EVER experienced something quite like that before. I savored the moment just standing there for a minute.

Soon the crowd dispersed and Even Johnny Taylor left to go to the convention. I returned to my job with even more enthusiasm than I had shown before. I was ashamed at my feelings but deep down inside I was hoping for another “accidental” exposure. I couldn’t care less if the wind lifted my garment. In fact, I was secretly hoping that exactly that would happen! In fact, I totally ignored my costume. If it fell, it fell. I relished each leering glance from those on the sidewalk and that funny feeling grew inside of me. For the first time I didn’t suppress it – I EMBRACED it!

My nipples were now clearly poking out above their cover as my top had slipped lower. It thrilled me to actually watch the men’s eyes as they stared at my chest as I talked with them. I knew what they were looking at and I loved it. It was all so naughty and right out in the middle of downtown. Of course, I pretended not to notice and they of course NEVER said anything. That’s what made it all so much fun. It was like a game where everyone wins! I was so wet and really needed to get myself off but that would have to wait.

Amy came out and saw my obvious enthusiasm and smiled appreciatively. “You’re doing a fine job,” she said with a smile.

“Thank you,” I said with a not-so-subtle suggestive twirl that exposed copious amounts of flesh as I resumed passing out my fliers. By now the harness on my waist had slipped lower once again and I was sure that the top part of my butt crack was visible from behind me as well as an obvious display of the top of my pubic hair in front. It didn’t matter to me. I was excited and enjoying myself. I figured if someone said anything I would feign shock and quickly cover up. But until they did, I would flaunt it. Anyway, it wasn’t as if I was really NAKED or anything – just very daring.

All too soon Amy announced that our work was done and it was time to go. Her comment was like someone had burst my balloon!

On the way back, Amy didn’t say a word which was a good thing as I was lost in my thoughts. As we entered the office Amy went to her desk and began doing some paperwork. Not knowing what to do, I just stood there waiting for her to tell me what she wanted me to do next.

She finally looked up from her writing, smiled and gently remarked, “You can get dressed now if you would like.”

“Oh . . . um . . . okay.” I carefully removed my bra-like device and placed it on the counter then proceeded to step out of my loin-cloth harness. I stood there naked for a second relishing the freedom I was feeling when Amy looked up and caught me.

Grinning from ear to ear she said, “You know you surprised me tonight. I honestly wasn’t sure how you would do. I’m glad. The job is yours if you want it.”

I literally jumped several times with joy as she grinned at me. She then handed me a piece of paper.

“What’s this?”

“Your compensation for today’s work.”

“EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS!” I exclaimed. “You’re kidding right?”

 

“No. Part of it is for your time today and part is, well, let’s just say I threw in a little bonus too as I picked up three more clients at the Convention and I think maybe it was because they liked your work. It’s just my way of saying Thank You.”

To say I was thrilled would be an understatement. I had never earned so much money all at once in my whole life. This was more than TWO MONTH’S work at Burger Queen!!

“I . . . I don’t know what to say . . .”

“I do. You got the job because you did exactly what I asked you to do without compliant, hesitation or protest and you did the job with enthusiasm. That’s the type of person I need here at CSI. Someone I can rely upon without having to worry about whether they will follow through. Welcome aboard. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at 9 o’clock.”

“THANK YOU, thank you, THANK YOU!” I stammered over and over as she went back to her paperwork. I stood there looking at my paycheck. $800. The figure just didn’t seem real. I couldn’t wait to show it to my mom and tell her about my new career. Man was I ever going to show her! Suddenly I felt “respectable” again. Funny how things change?

I was startled back from my daydreaming by Amy’s voice. “Ahem, Britney, are you going to stand there naked all night or are you going to get dressed?”

I blushed profusely and lowered my head. “Oh . . . um . . . sorry,” I replied sheepishly and quickly donned my clothes.

“Don’t forget to call Kelli for your ride home,” she reminded me.

“Oh, good heaven’s I totally forgot! I hope she won’t be mad at the late hour!”

“Don’t worry. Kelli used to work here remember? She knows what I’m like. She’ll understand and be fine with it.”

Sure enough, Kelli was cool with everything and seemed genuinely happy for me . . . almost too happy.

 

There was something in her smile that seemed odd, unnerving in a way. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it though. I eventually dismissed it as just my over-active imagination.

My mom had the exact opposite reaction. She doubted every aspect of my new career. Of course, I left out the part of my costume and glossed over what I had done by saying I now worked for a marketing company and helped out at the convention. I told her the check was mainly my commission for helping to sign up three new clients. She was sure that in order to earn THAT kind of money I just HAD to have done something illegal! She just couldn’t or wouldn’t give me any credit for being a success. In her eyes I guess I would never amount to anything. Still, the professional company logo on the check did verify enough of my story that she seemed on the surface to finally go along with it.

The next day Amy trained me in bookkeeping, office paperwork and tried to develop my sense of creativity by having me work on coming up with ideas for some small projects she had to get out. I was sure my ideas weren’t very good but if they weren’t, she didn’t say anything. Later that day, I quit my job at Burger Queen, confident that if I had made it through two days I was probably going to succeed.

In fact, my routine never varied for the next two weeks. Office work was hard – harder than I thought it would be, but, it sure beat flipping burgers. When Payday arrived and I opened my first regular check I was a bit disappointed. That’s all?? I thought to myself. The amount per hour wasn’t much different than Burger Queen. I had worked long hard hours these last two weeks and my takings were meager compared to that whopper of a check working at the convention. My dreams of a place of my own would have to wait a bit if this was all I was going to make.

Amy sensed my affect had taken a downward turn. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh . . . nothing,” I said forcing a smile while putting my check in my purse.

“Hey, you can trust me. Feel free to confide in me if you want. Perhaps I can help.”

“Well . . . I don’t want to seem ungrateful but I was kind of expecting more, you know . . .”

She raised an eyebrow and got that disappointed look. I quickly said, “Oh don’t get me wrong. I LOVE working here. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just, well . . . I am desperately trying to get a place of my own, you know, and BE somebody.”

“You liked that big check, didn’t you?” she asked with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, I never had that much before.”

“If you remember I told you the day I interviewed you and I’m, sure Kelli may have also told you that custom client services pay more than the essential office duties. But those office duties pay the bills. I can only be generous when the client is generous. You have to work up to that responsibility.”

“I understand. I just want you to know that I welcome any opportunity to be of assistance.”

“You mean you want to do custom services again.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Well . . . I don’t seem to have anything that I feel you can or would want to do right at the moment. Most of my upcoming stuff requires more experience than I think you have right now. Perhaps later on something will turn up.”

“It’s the same old story. You need experience to do a job but how can you get experience when no one will give it to you?”

Amy looked at me sternly and I could tell I over-stepped my bounds. “I’m sorry,” I said apologetically. “I didn’t mean to offend. Don’t mind me. I guess I need to learn patience.”

Amy looked at me silently for several minutes. I was beginning to think she was going to fire me. Finally, she spoke up, “So you really want to do this? Do you really think you can handle it?”

“Sure! Just tell me what I have to do. I won’t let you down. I’ll do whatever you need me to do. I did okay at the convention and I didn’t have much experience at all back then. I know more now so I’m positive I won’t disappoint you.”

“Britney, I’m not sure you’re ready for this yet. You have no idea what you’re getting into.”

“Oh, please give me a chance. I’m sure I won’t disappoint you.”

Amy sighed. “Okay. I have a client with a project tonight at the Swann Hotel downtown. I suppose I could use you instead of one of the more experienced part-timers. You’ll have to work late though.”

“THANK YOU, THANK YOU! I’ll work as long as you need me to.”

“I must be out of my mind,” Amy lamented as I gave her a hug. “Let’s just hope I don’t live to regret my decision. This client is very important to me. He gives me a substantial amount of work. I can’t afford to have anything go wrong; you understand?”

“You won’t regret it! I promise! I’ll do everything you ask of me to the best of my ability.”

“Okay fine. I’ll take a chance on you but remember this was YOUR idea. Now let’s get those clothes off and get you ready.”