My Summer Job – Part 2

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

Her request didn’t faze me in the least. Like my last experience working outside the office, I figured she had another costume for me to wear and after working with her the past few weeks I felt I could trust her. In no time I had stripped naked and stood before her. She took my clothes and put them away. She smiled and after looking me over simply said, “Wait here. I’ll be right back. I need to get something for you from my car.” With that she left and went outside and disappeared up the stairs.

“At last,” I thought. “I’m getting to do some real work again.” It felt weird standing naked in the office and I tried to calm my nerves by dwelling on thoughts of making sure I did well at this event so that I’d get more assignments and earn even more money. Of course, I had to caution myself that Amy never really promised me any specific amount. She just said I’d earn more working special events.

My thoughts were often interrupted by the sight of footsteps walking on the sidewalk above. If they only knew that a naked young girl was watching them. I silently laughed at that thought. I then heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Finally, I thought, Amy is back.

The door opened and it wasn’t Amy!!

“HI!” said a surprised-looking gentleman with an obvious grin on his face.

There was no use in running. He had already seen everything. My only hope was to try and act natural – as if it was normal for me to be naked in a professional office. “Um . . . hello . . . can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m looking for Amy Campbell. Is she around?”

I cleared my throat and replied, “Yes sir she is but she just stepped out. She should be right back though.”

“Okay. Mind if I wait?”

“Ah . . . no,” I said nervously. I looked around and spotted a chair and quickly moved it from the open back-office area to a location in front of the counter where I had been standing. “Please, have a seat. I’m sure she won’t be long.”

The man looked at me obviously pleased at his good fortune. I just stood there in awkward silence. I couldn’t very well disappear now as it would look foolish. Besides, there wasn’t really anyplace for me to go, so I just remained frozen in place as he looked at me. Finally, he smiled and said, “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure. I’m Jason Robards. And who might you be?”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m Britney. Britney Adams.” I said as I nervously approached him and shook his hand. He was definitely getting the up-close-and-personal view now! Even though I hated being that close I tried to imagine how I would professionally respond if I were dressed and working. “I’m the Account Support Specialist for CSI.”

“Very pleased to meet you Britney,” He said, as he continued to hold onto my hand. “Worked here very long?”

“Um, no sir, just a couple of weeks but Amy says I’m making great progress.” I hastily added that last part so the man wouldn’t think I’m a total idiot.

“I’m sure you are,” he said with a smile and then gently let go of my hand.

Just then the door opened and Amy walked in carrying a box. Upon seeing us she smiled widely and hurried towards where we were. “Oh, I see you two have met. Good. I hope everything is all right.”

“Fine. Perfect in fact,” the man said.

Amy put the box down on the counter and looked at me. I was afraid that she was upset with me for getting caught naked by a customer but I didn’t know what else to do. I was sure she was going to motion for me to quickly leave, or get dressed or something in order to defuse the situation. Instead, she didn’t seem to pay any mind to my state of undress. She simply said, “I’m glad you two have met. Britney, Mr. Robards is the person that hired our firm for this function at the Swann Hotel. He was the gentleman I was telling you about earlier.”

The gentleman smiled politely. Man was I ever glad I acted as professionally as I did when he entered the office instead of cowering like a school-girl because of my exposure. I could have ruined everything!

The man stood up and faced my boss. “Amy, the reason for my visit was to drop by the attendance list for our event this evening,” he said as he produced several sheets of paper from the folder he had in his hand. “It indicates those who have paid and those we need to collect from. It’s pretty self-explanatory really.”

Amy took the papers and looked them over. Finally looking up she remarked, “Britney here was just about to get changed into her outfit for this evening. Would you like to stay and see if everything meets your approval?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’ll see her at the hotel. Besides,” he added slyly with a grin, “I have liked what I’ve seen so far so I’m sure everything will be perfect.” Though I did my best not to show it, his comment made me blush. The man bid us both adieu and left the building.

“Well,” Amy said proudly. “That seems to have worked out well. Maybe things will turn out okay after all.”

I was glad she wasn’t angry with me. If I hadn’t acted cool about my nudity, I might not have a job right now.

Amy gave me a weird smirk and asked, “How come you didn’t excuse yourself and get dressed when Mr. Robards came in?”

“Well . . . I . . .”

“Face it, you LIKE being nude, don’t you?”

“That’s not true, it’s just, well, I wanted to act professional and there was no time and . . .”

“Save it sister, I can tell.”

“Tell what?” I snapped back.

“Just look at that magic button of yours,” she said laughing heartily as she pointed right at my clit. “I’ve never seen one THAT big or that wet before.”

I wanted to just crawl under a rock and die. I had forgotten that my body has this awful feature – my clit gets absolutely HUGE when I’m aroused. The more aroused I get, the larger it protrudes and right now it was totally humiliating me. I have never been able to hide the fact that when I get horny, everyone can tell. To make matters worse, I wondered if it was like that when that man was looking at me. DAMN, it probably was. He must have mentally mocked me the moment he saw it. At least I’d have an outfit to wear tonight. One disaster was enough for today.

“Let’s get you dressed, shall we?” Amy said as she opened the box and folded back the tissue paper lining. She first handed me a pair of highly polished, black vinyl or imitation leather boots and told me to try them on. I took them from her and sat on the chair vacated by Mr. Robards. The boots came up to just barely below my knee caps and fit remarkably well. Amy then handed me a pair of similarly polished, black gloves that came up to my elbows. Strange, I thought as I looked at these accessories.

“PERFECT!” she exclaimed as she stood back and checked me out.

“Uh . . . I don’t understand. Where’s the rest of the outfit?”

Amy giggled, “At the hotel. I’ll put that on you when we get there.”

I gave a huge sigh of relief. For a minute there I was afraid that this was ALL I was going to wear! Though the thought did cause my heart to flutter, the very idea was mortifying and obscene! How stupid, I thought chastising myself for even thinking such a thing. She gave me a light overcoat and we left the office. Once again Amy briefed me on what my duties were to be.

“Tonight, you will man the registration table. As the guests arrive you will look them up on this list and if they have paid you give them an admission sticker and instruct them to display it where it can plainly be seen inside the auditorium. If a guest arrives that has not paid, you will need to collect their fee and then once they have paid, give them an admission sticker as well.”

“What if their name isn’t on the list?” I asked.

“Then they can’t attend, simple as that. Apologize politely but inform them all guests had to register in advance. This is a private function and it is full. There is no more room to accommodate walk-ins. If you have any trouble, please send for Mr. Robards and he will deal with them.”

It seemed to make sense to me. I thought for a moment and recalled that she said I would be working late. “So, after everyone has registered then I’m done for the night?”

“No, you’ll man the table until everyone is accounted for then I’ll have some more support-type duties for you inside the hall. Just see me when you have finished the registration process.”

After arriving at the Swann Hotel, the valet parking dude took our car and we entered the ornate lobby. I felt so nervous knowing that all I had under my overcoat was a pair of boots and some gloves! Though it was a weeknight, people were milling about everywhere. I was sure they knew! Who wears an overcoat in the middle of summer unless they’re naked underneath! I just had to stop thinking such things or I would be a basket-case in no time!

Amy led me to a long-angled corridor off the main lobby and to a set of large wooden doors. The sign next to the door said “Main Ball Room.” There was a rather small knee-high table in the middle of the floor facing the corridor that had a couple boxes of supplies, a metal box with a slot on top, several loose pens and a magic marker. There was no chair. The corridor continued past the table but I had no idea where it led.

“This is where you’ll work,” Amy explained. “I’m afraid you’ll have to stand. Mr. Robards thinks sitting is too casual and unprofessional – gives the impression his staff is lazy.” She then laid the registration list on the table and went over the columns with me so I could differentiate those who had paid and those who needed to pay. She explained guests had to pay by cash or personal check only. No credit cards were accepted. After receiving the fee, I was to drop it into the slot on the top of the locked box and when I was through and everyone was checked in, I was to give the box to Mr. Robards personally.

“WOW! The registration fee is $500.00!” I exclaimed in a half-whisper.

As if she was embarrassed by my remark, she moved closer, lowered her voice and said, “Yes. That’s $500 PER PERSON or in other words a $1000 for couples. This is a very exclusive function for a very important client so you see why I can’t afford any screw-ups tonight. Everything has to be perfect!” Then as an afterthought she added, “Please don’t disappoint me.”

“Not to worry. I won’t. You can count on me!”

Amy started to leave to enter the auditorium and I just had to ask. “Amy, uh, you said you were going to give me the rest of my outfit when we got to the hotel. Perhaps I should put it on before any guests arrive.”

Amy got a funny smirk on her face. “Good idea! See you’re already proving to be responsible. I like that!”

She returned to the table and as she rummaged through one of the boxes she casually remarked, “Take off your over-coat.” To say I was shocked would be an understatement!

“Um . . . here?!”

After getting “The Look” from my boss, I knew that I had made a mistake asking my question so I quickly took off my coat and handed it to her. The corridor was empty and though I could plainly hear all the people in the lobby, they couldn’t actually see me unless they entered the angled corridor. Still, it was unnerving to be standing there naked. Like the office, any one could have walked down that corridor at any minute! I comforted myself with the thought that I would only be like this for a short time as she would give me the rest of my outfit in a few seconds. Besides it was probably better to quickly change here instead of in that auditorium where any number of people might already be inside.

Amy produced a black 2–inch band and wrapped it around my neck like a dog collar. I put that thought out of my mind until she quickly attached a gold, metal leash to the ring on the band. It WAS a dog Collar!!

Amy then picked up my over-coat and once again headed for the auditorium. “Where . . . where are you going with my coat? Where’s the rest of my outfit?”

My boss looked confused. “The REST of your outfit? Why that was it, dear. And as for your coat, it will be hanging on a coat rack inside. In fact, if anyone else needs to store their coats just inform them of the rack inside the auditorium.”

“You mean I’m to work out here like THIS??!! In a hotel corridor?! I’ll get arrested for sure!!”

 

 

My Summer Job – Part Five (Exhib, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: HOOKED6 (Copyright 2007 Hooked6@hotmail.com)

Amy made a deliberate turn and gave me a scowl. She then softened her features, slowly walked up to me and said firmly, “No, you won’t get arrested. This is a private function and the hotel management knows all about it. You have a LOT to learn.” She said rather disappointedly and just shook her head, “I just KNEW this might be a mistake.”

“NO! Everything is fine, really. I was just taken by surprise. You remember like that first day when you interviewed me. Like I said then I just sometimes do better when things are explained to me. That’s all.”

Amy looked at me for a minute then said, “Okay, I’ll go into it JUST THIS ONCE. If you are going to work for me though, you’re going to have to start trusting me. I don’t have time for all of this explaining nonsense. But since you’re new I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Mr. Robards owns a highly successful niche clothing company which is sponsoring this event. YES, you are expected to work dressed just like you are. It is essential for this event to be successful. If it wasn’t I wouldn’t have required you to do it.”

“Yes ma’am . . . what type of event is this? I mean if I knew I could try and really put my all into it without screwing things up. I want to do my best.”

“It’s a Fetish Ball. People attending are buyers and devotees of fetish adult clothing for use in all kinds of erotic scenarios. It’s all perfectly legitimate. Now that you know, do you want to back out?”

The tone of her voice indicated that she was growing more impatient and disappointed in me and there was no way I was going to jeopardize my job. “NO, I’m not going to BACK out. I told you that you could count on me and I meant it.” I was starting to realize that sure was a whole lot easier to say than to do.

Amy smiled, “All right, then,” and disappeared along with my coat into the auditorium. My legs started to shake. What on earth had I gotten myself into? I looked down at my body – boots, gloves and a collar with a leash – how humiliating!! The black shiny color of the gloves and boots framed my pale body almost screaming “LOOK AT THE NAKED BOOBS AND HUMONGUS CLIT!” Oh, my Gawd, my clit!! It was huge again! I would just die if anyone saw it like that!

Then I heard voices! Someone was coming down my corridor! My heart raced and I thought about running or covering up, but if Amy caught me, I’d be out of a job! It turned out it was a man and a woman walking towards me arm in arm. I immediately scooted behind the table, I guess hoping for some defensive cover. Some cover! The table was only knee high. All the good bits were still exposed! Still, I felt safer behind it than away from it.

With my voice trembling quite noticeably I said, “Welcome. May I have your names, please?” As I picked up the registration sheet my hand was also shaking horribly. Try as I might I couldn’t stop it. Looking up I saw them both staring at the quivering paper in my hand. “Sorry, I’m a bit cold.”

The man looked me over and then gave me a wink. “I guess in that get up I would be too!”

 

Sure, go ahead and mock me, I thought to myself. It was easy for you to dismiss my cold story because you are wearing an overcoat! Then a smile came over my face. They were both wearing over-coats! I imagined they too were wearing some risqué outfits that out of necessity had to be covered to gain entry to the hotel, thinking that definitely made me feel better.

“We’re the Tremwells.” The woman said while staring at my crotch. I was sure she disapproved of my bush and my self-esteem plummeted again, I looked up the name and it was there under the “Pay at the Door” column.

“Ah here it is, the Tremwells. “That will be . . .” I swallowed hard not knowing how they would react when I told them the fee. “That’s $1000.00 for the entry fee, please.”

The man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out ten $100 bills and casually gave them to me as if the amount meant nothing. I counted them out and put the bills in the lockbox. I gave them the stickers saying, “Please display these in some obvious place at all times.”

“Would my ass be okay? All the guys seem to always be looking at it anyway.” the lady said laughing as she took the man’s arm and entered the auditorium. I wasn’t sure if she was being sarcastic or if she really intended on placing her sticker there.

Soon I heard the sound of music emanating from inside the hall. Maybe it really IS a dance, I thought. Maybe I was wrong about why they were wearing overcoats. Maybe I AM the only bizarrely dressed person here. My heart began to race again.

Just then Mr. Robards came down the hall. “Hello Britney. YOU look FABULOUS!” he said warmly as he looked at me. “I see you’re all set up here. I’m sure you’ll be the hit of the ball. I’ll see you later. I’ve got a million things to do. Thanks for your help tonight.”

I didn’t have long to wait as several people came around the corner – three men and two women. I swallowed hard as I noticed NONE of them were wearing overcoats. They were dressed in rather “unusual” party garb but they were all decently covered – unlike me!!! I felt very out of place! Of course, they all gawked at me waiting for me to acknowledge them.

Again, with my voice shaking I asked for their names. It turned out they were all registered separately and all paid in full. I gave them their stickers and as they were heading in MORE people began arriving. Most of them were young – early 20’s or so. With such a crowd it took me awhile to look everyone up. Everyone that was waiting their turn seemed to be staring right at me – or rather parts of me. Most seemed to appreciate my body judging from the smiles on their faces. Fortunately, nobody asked why I was essentially naked, however.

The crowd got bigger and I had to step up my pace. My Gosh, I was exposing myself to hoards of people – men, women, young, old and middle-aged!!! I began to get very stimulated and yes, my clit was embarrassingly huge! I didn’t have to look – I could feel it! More than once I caught people looking at it and several times, I saw girls nudge their boyfriends surreptitiously pointing out my condition. It seemed strange to me that the girls were always the ones to draw attention to my aroused state. Perhaps it was because the boys were too polite to do that or maybe it was because the women knew what to look for. Either way it was awful!

Eventually though, I lost myself in my work. I caught sight of Amy watching me a few times. I couldn’t tell if she was pleased with my work or not and frankly, I was too busy to worry about it. I just wanted to get through the list.

The outfits people were wearing definitely fit the “scene,” as it were. I saw several girls with collars, boys with exposed chests and black leather vests. There were a lot of short, short skirts, some flimsy girls’ tops and a few thongs but NOBODY seemed to be naked! That thought both scared me to death and aroused me at the same time!

After a while the crowd thinned out. All but 5 people had checked in and 4 of those were in the “Pay at the Door” category. I was left exposed in the quiet corridor alone with my thoughts. Since not everyone on the list was accounted for, I assumed I had to keep manning the table so I waited and listened to the noises coming from the hall. It sounded like everyone was having a good time. Later the music stopped and things got quiet. I heard the muffled voice of someone talking on the PA system but I couldn’t make out what was being said. It sounded like some kind of lecture to me but I really had no idea.

Then all of a sudden Amy burst open the door and shouted in a panic, “QUICK GO GET ME ANOTHER LASER POINTER! THIS ONE DOESN’T WORK!!”

“Where am I supposed to get one?” I asked confused.

Amy sighed disgustedly, “HOW SHOULD I KNOW! JUST GET ONE AND HURRY!! TRY THE FRONT DESK!” She was visibility stressed – the first time I had ever seen her that way. I could tell this was a major problem.

“What about the cash box?”

“GIVE IT TO ME AND SCRAM! MR. ROBARDS NEEDS THAT POINTER NOW!!!!!”

I rushed the box over to her as she stood blocking the door and dashed down the corridor bent on helping my boss. It was only when I rounded the corner that panic overtook me as I realized I would have to walk out into that ornate lobby essentially naked! I started to turn back. Being naked in a secluded corridor was one thing, but being naked in a VERY public hotel – a very ornate and classy hotel lobby at that, was quite another. I was sure Amy didn’t realize what she had asked me to do. I took a few steps back towards the auditorium but all I could see in my mind’s eye was the look of terror on Amy’s face. If I didn’t quickly find a laser pointer, I would make my boss look bad and if she looked bad in front of an important client, I was certainly going to be unemployed. On the other hand, if I solved this dilemma, I would be a hero and maybe earn her respect and possibly earn more lucrative jobs.

My choice was clear. I swallowed hard and boldly walked right out into the lobby as if I hadn’t a care in the world. Besides Amy said the Hotel management knew all about this function. Well, I was part of this function. I walked right up to the desk. A young blonde woman had her back to me doing paperwork.

“Excuse me,” I said politely.

“Yes, how can I help you?” she asked as she turned around. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me standing there. I was sure she could at least tell I was topless wearing a dog collar.

“I’m with that meeting in the auditorium and our laser pointer went out. I need another one quick or my boss will kill me! He’s right in the middle of a lecture.”

The clerk looked me up and down, smiled and said, “Come with me.” She led me behind the counter and into a back office, as she sat down and picked up the phone, she noticed I was also bottomless too. She gave me a wicked grin, winked and began talking to someone on the line, “I need a laser pointer immediately at the front desk. It’s urgent so drop what you are doing and get right on it . . . Thanks.” She then hung up the phone and looked right at me still smiling. “It’s on the way.”

I felt creepy having to stand there but there was nothing else I could do.

She finally made no secret about checking me out. “You must really LIKE what you do?”

“What do you mean?” She then nodded towards my pelvis. “Oh . . .” I said sheepishly.

“Oh, I think it’s cute! I bet your boyfriend doesn’t have any trouble getting you off. Mine can’t seem to even find mine – the loser!” She giggled at her own wit.

I blushed and felt hot all over hearing someone talk about something so intimate like that.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” She said empathetically. “I wish I had the courage to get naked in public like that. It takes a lot of guts! Besides you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of with a smoking hot body like you’ve got.”

I was shocked! This girl was definite model material and she thought “I” was hot! Go figure.

Just then a freckle-faced teen rounded the corner half-out of breath. “Here you go Miss Carter I got here as quick as . . . WHOA!” he said as he noticed me standing there. He was so shocked he couldn’t get another word out and just stood there with his mouth open – it was like I was the first naked girl he had ever seen!

I took the pointer from him, thanked them both and hurried back across the lobby floor. I saw out of the corner of my eye a couple entering the hotel doing a double-take as if they couldn’t believe what they had just seen.

As I rounded the corner, I saw Amy still propping the door open beckoning me to hurry. I started to literally run down the corridor, boobs bouncing and everything. I quickly handed it to her as she whispered a sincere “Thanks” and she scurried back inside.

I resumed my post at the table hoping my heart would slow down. The more I thought about that walk across the lobby and my exposure to the cute girl and freckle-faced kid, the wetter I became. WOW! What a night this has been so far!

Eventually, and more talking and some laughter,  the music started again. I guess everything worked out okay for Mr. Robards.

I was beginning to get thirsty and was wishing for something to quench my thirst. As if by magic I saw two girls pushing a cart full of canned soft drinks heading my way. I assumed they both worked for the hotel as they were each wearing black suit-pants, a black vest, white long-sleeve shirts and black bow ties. It must be for our function. I thought, perhaps I could snatch one before they took them inside the auditorium.

I was jolted back to reality when I heard one of the girls say, “Britney? My Gosh, it’s Britney Adams!”

I recognized both girls from school – Tracy and Anna. They had been in my class when I dropped out. They both gave me a hard time about being a quitter and how I was never going to amount to anything when they heard of my decision. Of all people to catch me like this.

“My Gawd, You’re naked!” Anna exclaimed.

“What are you some kind of Hooker?” Tracy asked smugly while giving me a derogatory look.

“I always wondered how you’d make it when you left school. Now I know!” Anna added.

 

“It’s not how it looks . . . honest.” I protested. “I work for a marketing company. It’s a respectable job and I make good money.”

“I’ll bet you do,” Tracy said laughing!

“I don’t know . . .” Anna interrupted looking at my clit. “Do you think guys would actually PAY for THAT??!”

“Very funny!” I snapped back.

Both girls grew closer to me and kept playfully touching me. “You should at least get a tan if you are going to run around like that.” Tracy kidded.

I was trapped. I couldn’t leave and they weren’t about to give up. I had to get rid of them before they caused such a scene that would ruin my boss’s image. I owed it to her and her company to fix this somehow.

 

My Summer Job – Part Six (Exhib, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: Hooked6 (Copyright2007 by: Hooked6@hotmail.com)

 

“If you’re not a Hooker, what are you doing here dressed like that for?” Anna asked.

“If you must know, I’m helping with a special function for my marketing company. The sponsor is a famous clothing manufacturer.” I said snidely. “I have nothing to be ashamed of. Even my mother is proud of me!”

“Does your mother know you work naked?” Ana asked sarcastically.

“I’ll bet she doesn’t,” Tracy said laughing and then I saw her holding up her cell phone and a flash went off. “But she will now!!!”

“HEY!!! CUT THAT OUT!” I yelled.

“Just wait until Mrs. Adams sees what her daughter has been up to working late at night!” Both girls were laughing hysterically.

“Yeah, maybe she can get a job here at the hotel doing ROOM SERVICE!!”

“At least that way, she’d at least be off the streets.” Anna retorted.

“Listen . . . please don’t show that photo to my mom. I’m begging you. She won’t understand and this is the first good job I’ve ever had. I don’t want to lose it! Please.” I pleaded with them for several minutes and all they did was eat it up – they were having a blast at my expense. “Please erase that photo!” I asked in a panic. I shouldn’t have said that as Tracy immediately started taking several more.

“And will you please stop making such a scene. My boss will kill me if you ruin her function.”

“Why? What’s in it for us?” Tracy asked coyly.

“HUH . . . ?”

They calmed down and got right up in my face. “You heard me, what’s in it for us. Why should we leave you alone or forego all the fun of showing your nasty pictures to your mom?”

“I . . . um . . . all right, what do you want? I don’t have any money to speak of. I just started this job.”

Anna started playfully running her finger around the nipple of my left breast. “Oh, I don’t think we’re interested in your money.”

“You’re . . . you’re not?”

“No. We want to get something out of this that will be fun.” Tracy explained.

“Hey! I’m not that kind of girl so forget it!”

They both laughed as they looked at each other knowingly. “No, that’s not what we mean, silly. I think we would both like to humiliate you some more just for our own amusement. Would you let us do that in exchange for our cooperation, hmmmmm?”

“I can’t let you do that. I’m working here. I can’t do that to my boss. Don’t you understand? I’m being serious. I can’t lose my job.”

“Ohhhhh . . . big important job, is it?” Anna asked teasingly. “Come on Tracy lets really screw her up and get her fired.”

“I’ve got a better idea . . .” Tracy mused looking at me smiling. “How about this, instead of us humiliating you here at the hotel, what do you say you come along with us after you get off work and then we’ll play?”

“NO!” Anna protested “She won’t do it and I want to have fun now?”

“Okay, how about she agrees to give us two nights to do as we please?” Tracy offered her friend. It was like I didn’t even exist.

“No . . . THREE nights,” Anna countered.

“Three it is,” Tracy concurred. “Well Britney, what will it be? The two of us ruining your boss’s affair and later showing your pics to your mom, or THREE nights with us?”

“What exactly are you asking . . . I mean what do you want with me?”

 

“You’ll see. Can’t ruin the surprise, can we? You must agree to let us humiliate you in any way we want for three nights of our choosing. I mean what’s the big deal anyway? It can’t be worse than what you’re doing right now for your boss, can it?”

“No, I guess not . . . you promise that you’ll keep your end of the bargain if I agree?”

They looked at each other, winked and smiled heartily. “Oh, we promise.”

Just then Amy came out of the room and saw me chatting with the girls. “What’s going on?”

Both Tracy and Anna gave me an evil glare. There was mischief in their eyes and I feared that any minute they were going to ruin everything. I just knew they were going to tell Amy about how my mom would disapprove of my job or worse.

I cleared my throat and spoke up, “Ah . . . these girls were just asking me to do something for them later and I was just telling them that I would.”

“Oh . . .” Amy said. “You two had better get the drinks inside. They’ll be breaking any minute and I’d like this set-up to be complete before they do. Follow me and I’ll show you were to put them.” With that Amy turned and headed towards the door and re-entered the auditorium.

Tracy looked at me, smiled and said, “You had better be serious about agreeing to do as we ask, because WE certainly are serious about our threat!”

“I am. I accept your terms,” I whispered and ushered them on to follow my boss.

Several minutes later they came back out again all smiles. “Guess what your boss gave us?” Tracy teased.

“I have no idea.” I was beginning to get mad at these two. If they even hinted to my boss anything that would get me in trouble I would . . .

Just then Tracy waved a laser pointer in front of my face. “She told us this one was broken and that we should return it maintenance for repair.”

“So . . .” I said nervously.

“I think that maybe YOU should return it to maintenance. I think it would be a good way for you to prove that you are sincere when you agreed to give us three nights. Call it a good-faith gesture.” Anna said.

“I can’t leave my post. If my boss came back and I wasn’t here I’d be in trouble.”

“Nonsense, Tracy will stay here and if your boss comes out, she’ll tell her you had to use the bathroom. If you are quick about it, she’ll never even know.”

I couldn’t risk them screwing up my life so I agreed. “Fine, where’s maintenance?”

“Follow me,” Anna said as she took me by the arm, turned me around facing the corridor that went in the opposite direction of the lobby.

I had no idea where we were going but she seemed awful happy about it. We made a turn and she suddenly stopped and let go of my arm. The maintenance shop is through that first door on the left. I’ll wait here while you drop it off.”

“Okay.” I took the pointer and quickly went off down the hall. Reaching the door, I wasn’t sure what was inside but I figured whatever I encountered was best done quickly. I half-closed my eyes, opened the door and boldly walked right in. I was suddenly aware of 5 men in various states of undress all looking at me with surprised expressions on their faces!

“Ah this is the men’s locker room miss. The Ladies locker room is next door.”

I freaked. I put my hands over my face, made a little scream and bolted out the door and back down the hall. Anna was laughing so hard I thought she was going to pass out! “Oops, my mistake, I got the door wrong.  I’m so sorry,” she said still laughing her fool head off. “Come on,” she instructed as she took the pointer from my hand and took me back to my table.

“Well at least we know you’re good for your word.” Anna then explained everything to Tracy and they both seem awfully pleased with themselves.

 

“See you after a while. Don’t leave without us . . . or else.”

After that little experience, I could only imagine what those two would do to me. And, I agreed to THREE nights! I must really love this job.

A few minutes later my boss came out and informed me that she felt that I could leave the registration table. She doubted that anyone else would come. I packed up my materials and she led me inside the auditorium. I placed the material on a table in the back.

What I saw as I looked around was the most unusual thing I had ever seen. People were dancing about some quite lewdly and others milling about talking with each other. I saw more skin now as people had made themselves more comfortable. Still, no one was completely naked. There were several booths around the walls displaying all sorts of leather goods, erotic toys and stuff I had never seen before. I had no earthly idea what anyone would do with that stuff nor was I sure I wanted to know.

My boss took hold of my chain and led me around the room like some kind of pet. I felt ridiculous. We stopped and chatted with several people. While Amy made polite conversation, people stared at me, some appreciatively, some with a wild look in their eyes. I wasn’t sure what to make of it but I liked it, in a strange sort of way.

Mr. Robards approached us and asked if he could speak to Amy for a minute. Of course, I nodded my approval. They stepped off to the side and talked. I could hear Amy say, “I think we could arrange that. Just let me know the date.”

When she rejoined me, she informed me that he wanted to hire the firm – more specifically “me”, to assist at another private function. Amy asked if I was interested.

“Yeah, sure. I suppose so.”

“Great! When all the arrangements have been finalized, I’ll let you know. You’re doing well dear. I appreciate it a lot.”

Amy continued working the room for several hours and I was even asked to dance a couple of times – once by Mr. Robards. I naturally couldn’t turn him down. All in all, it was kind of fun.

As the evening wound down people started leaving and before long Amy decided that we could go. She handed me my coat from the rack at the back of the room and we exited the auditorium. There waiting for me were Tracy and Anna.

“I’ll give you a ride back to the office. You did a fine job this evening.” Amy said with pride. I was glad she was pleased.

“Thanks all the same, but I have something I need to attend to.” I said remembering my obligation to the girls.

“We’ll get her home,” Tracy chimed in.

“Okay. You have a key to the office. Thanks for everything.” With that she left.

Looking at those two with their evil grins gave me the shivers.

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” I sighed.