My Summer Job – Part Ten (Exhib, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: Hooked6 (Copyright 2007 by: Hooked6@hotmail.com)
I froze with fear and tried to still my labored breathing lest it would give me away as I stayed crouched silently between the rocker and the porch swing. I knew any minute that she would spot me so my mind raced with what I would say. Even a crappy excuse was better than none. After all, my mom had very Victorian ideas about modesty and I would surely catch hell if I didn’t at least say something plausible. I saw her stretch, give a big yawn and head out toward the street to retrieve our newspaper.
She hadn’t seen me!!! Now was my chance. As she made her way down the driveway, I carefully sneaked my way across the porch and into the open front door. I carefully peaked out the window and saw her casually bending over to pick up the paper and then head back towards the house. I was fairly sure I had made it! I heaved a big sigh of relief and started towards my bedroom. What a night this has been. I exposed my body to more people than I had ever done in my entire life, been utterly humiliated at the hands of those so-called classmates of mine and knocked ten years off my life trying to avoid my mom! To top it all off I still had to go back to work in two hours and I was so unbelievably tired! I wasn’t used to staying up all night. I still needed my beauty rest.
“Britney?” I heard my mom call out from behind me. My heart skipped a beat. Damn! I had almost made it. A screaming voice inside my head kept saying, “Just be cool. Just be cool. Don’t blow this. Just be cool!”
I turned around smiling and said in my most cheerful voice as if nothing was wrong, “Oh good morning, Mom.”
“What are you doing walking around naked like that?”
“Oh . . . I was just going to grab a quick shower when I saw the front door was open. It seemed funny and since I didn’t see you around anywhere, I went over to check it out. That’s . . . uh, when I saw you outside getting the paper.” I probably sounded like an idiot but I tried my best to sound calm. It was a good thing Tracy had taken my outfit earlier because I could have never thought of a plausible explanation to explain that damn dog collar!!
My mom looked at me skeptically for a minute. “What time did you get home last night? I didn’t hear you come in.”
“It was . . . after midnight I think.”
“After MIDNIGHT?! I’ll say . . . more like a LOT after midnight. I got up around two to go to the bathroom and you weren’t home yet.” She said with disapproval.
I was starting to think that I was busted – that she knew more than she was letting on. I learned a long time ago, however, never to admit anything as mom’s sometimes pretend to know things when they don’t just to get you to confess. I had to stand my ground. “Well, I guess I just lost track of time. The function at the Swann Hotel ran longer than I expected and of course I had to stay and clean up, you know, repacking our materials and things.”
“Oh,” she replied indifferently looking at the paper. I decided not to hang around so I turned and headed for the bathroom. “Britney, how did you get home? I didn’t see that old junk-heap you call a car in the driveway.” She was now looking at me above her paper with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, my boss Amy drove me home as it was on her way. She said it would save us both time by not having to go back downtown.” Not waiting for her reply, I quickly went to the bathroom and closed the door. I mentally kicked myself for my last answer. I must have really sounded stupid. We both knew that the Swann Hotel was downtown and not too terribly far from my office. My explanation wouldn’t stand up to scrutiny. I finally got in the shower and cleaned myself up. Oh yes, I took care of some unfinished business too if you must know.
As I dressed myself, I realized I had another problem, how was I going to get to work? My car was at the office parking garage. Then it came to me, Jessica! I had to call her anyway and try my best to explain that awful photo I had sent her. Of course, if I called her cell phone it would only draw attention to her, hopefully still unchecked, message.
I quickly looked up her home number and fortunately it was still in the book. She was definitely surprised to hear from me out of the clear blue. “Jess, I hate to ask, but is there any way you could take me to work today? My car isn’t available and I could always get a ride home if you could drop me off this morning.”
I stretched the truth a bit hoping she wouldn’t ask too many questions. I was hoping she would agree to take me because I wanted to actually talk with her in person and explain things rather than awkwardly go into such details on the phone.
“I guess I could do that. It might be a while before I can get there though as I still have to get dressed and all.”
“That’s fine! Whenever you get here will be fine. I’m sure my boss would rather have me late than not at all.” The rest of our conversation was spent catching up on a few details since we hadn’t seen each other in so long. She didn’t give any indication of having seen my message yet and I sure wasn’t about to bring it up.
Around 8:30 Jessica drove up. When I got to her car, I knew I was screwed. That huge Cheshire-cat grin on her face told me everything I needed to know – she had seen the photo.
As I got inside her car she said coyly, “Looks like you were busy last night.”
“Ah listen about that photo. That’s sort of what I wanted to explain you see as it is . . .”
“I can’t believe you pissed on the Jefferson High Mascot. That is so cool,” she interrupted excitedly! “What was with that get-up you were wearing though? It almost looked like you were wearing a DOG COLLAR!” She was still giggling as she pulled out of my drive way and headed down the road.
“Oh . . . that was supposed to be a disguise. Yeah, that’s it, a disguise.”
“Some disguise. I could easily tell it was you. Anyway, you’re going to be the most popular person at school this fall. I don’t think ANYBODY has ever had the nerve to piss on our biggest rival’s mascot before. You’ll be a hero for sure!”
“NO!!!!!!” I exclaimed in a panic. “PLEASE tell me you haven’t sent that to anybody!”
“Why? I thought that was the whole idea. How else would anybody know what a marvelous thing you did? I mean a picture of just a wet sign doesn’t mean anything to anybody does it?”
“True, but in case it escaped your attention I’m like, NAKED in that photo!”
Her eyes suddenly got huge as if that thought hadn’t occurred to her before. She seemed so preoccupied with the idea of trashing our rival that she hadn’t really paid any attention to my lack of modesty. “Oh,” was all she said.
“Oh, what?” I quickly asked. “Please tell me that you haven’t sent that photo to anybody.”
“Um, just to Pamela . . . and Karen” she added as an afterthought.
“My gawd, the whole school will see me naked by the time they forward that photo to their friends!”
Jessica got very defensive all of a sudden, “Well I didn’t think you cared. I mean YOU were the one posing naked. Why would you do such a thing if being seen naked mattered to you? And why would you send that picture to anybody anyway?”
“I was drunk. I wasn’t thinking clearly. Besides if you check your message, you’ll see that I didn’t send it to you, Tracy did. It was her idea, not mine.”
“Oh . . . Britney I’m so sorry I didn’t realize . . .” Jessica said apologetically. “Look maybe I can call them and explain. I’m sure they’ll understand. I screwed up. I’m so sorry. I’ll make it right, you’ll see.”
All I could do was let out a big sigh. It was worth a try, yes, but I doubted very seriously that she could prevent the inevitable from happening. Man was I ever glad I had dropped out of school already! The thought of facing everybody that fall would be darned near impossible.
We sat in silence for a while as she drove me downtown. She finally spoke up and asked me about my job and I took the opportunity to lay it on thick about how it was such an important job. I really needed to do that just to salvage my self-esteem. Upon reaching my office building she reassured me she would try hard to fix my little problem. I thanked her and told her we’d keep in touch.
“There you are,” Amy said as I walked in the office. “I thought after last night you might have decided this job wasn’t for you after all.”
“Oh no nothing like that. I had a good time and from the look of your client he seemed to think everything went well too.”
“Yes, he did seem rather pleased. Oh, by the way here’s your check for last night.” Amy then handed me the envelope.
I eagerly opened it. “A THOUSAND DOLLARS?!” I exclaimed wildly!! I literally had to sit down. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would get that much. Amy just smiled and said, “You earned it. You did well last night and when the client is happy, I’m happy. Keep up the good work.”
“Oh, I WILL . . . I WILL,” I replied positively.
The rest of the day dragged on as I was put to task working on filing and preparing forms. I was so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open. My thoughts kept drifting to my mom and concern over how close I came to getting killed. I HAD to think of a way to insure something like that would never happen again.
On my way home, I passed the University. I thought about how hard those kids were working studying for a career. I chuckled to myself. Here I was a high school drop-out earning more in one night than most of them would earn in two weeks. My daydreaming came to an abrupt end when I saw a banner by an apartment complex near the school proclaiming, “Summer Move-in Special – Student Discounts.”
An apartment, I thought, that’s my solution to my problem at home. I quickly pulled in. The lady at the office was very helpful and showed me around. They had an efficiency apartment that was well within my budget. With my two special checks and the money I had saved from my regular payroll I had just enough for the first and last month’s rent and the security deposit. The office lady just assumed I was a student. The fact that it was so close to the University was probably the reason she didn’t ask my age, or required a ton of paperwork, or even a credit report; well, that and the fact that I had a good job and a corporate check in hand to prove it.
The apartment was small and on the second floor. It was only one bedroom and had a rather small combination kitchen/dining room/living room. Still, I was thrilled to finally get a place of my own. The only problem I could see was that I didn’t have any furniture, though I couldn’t afford any if I wanted to right at that moment. I didn’t let that bother me as I had a week to figure that out before I could move in anyway as they had to clean it from the last tenants.
As I drove home I wondered how a day that started out as awful as mine did could turn out to end so remarkably well.
Yes sir, I was on my way, just like I knew I would be. I had said all along that I would show my mom and anybody else who doubted my ability to succeed that I would in fact amount to something. Despite my rather demeaning treatment at the hands of Tracy and Anna, I knew I was the better person – after all they were still I high school while I, on the other hand, had a place of my own AND a good job.
Nothing could ruin my life now!
My Summer Job – Part Eleven (Exhib, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: Hooked6 (Copyright 2007 by: Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Over the next week I was relegated to the office doing general clerical work. When payday came around my check was meager as usual. I had hoped that I would get another custom support job but nothing was in the offing. The time came when I could move in my new apartment and I used all my check to pay the deposits on the utilities so I could have electricity and water. I was running very low on funds but I still felt it was worth it as I had a place I could call my own.
I still hadn’t moved in though as I had no furniture and I had yet to tell my mom of what I had done. I figured there was no sense in rushing things until I could make good on my departure.
Another week went by and still only office work and I was beginning to panic. The only good news was that I had not heard from Tracy and Anna about collecting on their remaining days.
On Monday, Amy asked if I’d be interested in working another event. At last, I thought! It turned out, however, to be just a lame job of passing out food samples at a local grocery store. It didn’t pay that great either but as all custom events were paid right away, I got some much-needed cash in-between paydays.
I was a genuine apartment owner for a week now and all I could do was drop by and look at the bare walls and carpet. On Wednesday I got a call at work. It was Tracy. “Hey sweetie, remember me?”
“Yeah,” I replied with a depressing tone.
“If you aren’t working Friday night, we’d like to collect our second day.”
“Yeah, fine, whatever.” I said with resignation. Since I was still living at home, I felt I really had no choice because they could still screw me over with my mom. And the fact that I had a lease now meant I really needed to protect my job.
Tracy seemed pleased that I was probably going to be free that night. “Great. We’ll pick you up at your office. That will give us a chance to bring back your coat and accessories, don’t worry, we’ve taken good care of them. See you Friday.”
The rest of the week I kept hoping my boss would ask me to work late or help her with a project Friday night so I could legitimately avoid paying off my debt to those girls. No such luck. True to their word at precisely 6 o’clock they dropped by and brought my stuff with them. Amy had long since gone so I was alone when they arrived.
“So, this is where you work. Nice place,” Anna said as she rummaged through the outfits on the racks. “What’s all this stuff for?”
“Those belong to our clients. They have been used for special projects in the past.” I hoped my evasive answer would satisfy them. I began to dread that they might discover some embarrassing outfit and make me wear it for the night.
“Ready to go,” Tracy asked?
“I suppose,” I replied as I followed them out the door. Truth be told I was surprised they didn’t make me strip or put on some ridiculous outfit. One thing I had learned from our last encounter though was that these two could be very devious. They took me to the parking garage and I noticed that they had parked right next to my car.
Out of instinct I grabbed the door handle of Tracy’s car waiting for her to unlock it so I could get in. “What are you doing?” she asked. “We aren’t taking you anywhere.”
“You’re not? I don’t understand. I thought we were doing something together and . . .” then an overwhelming fear overtook me as I came to the conclusion that they might force me to do something in the middle of downtown!
“Oh, you’re doing something for us all right but you’ve got your own car.” Anna explained.
“Okay . . .” I said flippantly. “I get it. I await your instructions and am at your service, ma’am!” I even made a mock salute like an army soldier. I probably shouldn’t have done that, but I figured whatever they had planned it was already set in motion so I figured I might as well let them know they hadn’t stolen my dignity even if they could make me do their bidding.
The girls laughed and then handed me an envelope. “Tonight, we are going to have you play a little game. If you finish the game following all the rules, you win and you will have completed your second day. If you fail, or break ANY of the rules . . . well let’s just say things could get ugly.”
“I’ll do my best. What are the rules and how do I play this so-called game?”
Tracy smiled and very patiently explained, “The envelope I gave you will give you a specific instruction to follow and take you to the place where you’ll find one of our judges. You will give the paper to the judge to sign attesting that you completed the assignment. Then you will get another envelope with another instruction which will take you to yet another judge, and so on. You will collect all the envelopes required, follow each instruction and return all the signed papers to us by the appointed time at the appointed place mentioned in the last envelope.”
“If you fail to collect even signature or don’t follow any instruction to the letter, you lose!” Anna said firmly.
“Oh, and keep in mind that this is a timed contest. You must finish by the time we have set. Understand?”
“How long do I have?” I asked.
“That’s the fun part,” Tracy said chuckling. “You won’t know until you collect the last envelope. The deadline is listed in that final envelope.”
“That’s not fair!” I protested.
“Nope,” Anna stated. “Let’s just say it will keep you from wasting time and give you an incentive to finish each instruction and move on to the next in the most efficient manner.”
I was getting a little bitter so I said snidely, “This doesn’t sound like much fun for you two – collecting a bunch of papers and missing all the fun stuff between now and then.”
“Trust me,” Anna said grabbing hold of my chin like a 5-year old, “this will be even more fun for us than watching you the last time.”
I sure didn’t like the sound of that. “When do I start?”
“Now sounds like a good time.” Tracy said grinning and stood back and watched as I opened the first envelope.
The paper said, “Go to the Westmark Mall and park directly underneath the light pole number 321. Get out of your car. Directly across from your parking space is a traffic Island with several shrubs and bushes. Underneath the largest bush you’ll find a package containing clothing. You are to take the package back to light pole number 321 and strip completely out of ALL your clothing RIGHT UNDER THE LIGHT POLE so you are totally naked and then change into the garments in the box. Once changed, you will put ALL of your personal clothes into the box and return it under the shrubbery. The judge for this event will be sitting in one of the parked cars in your section. Have the judge sign this paper and you will then receive another envelope.”
“Um . . . how will I recognize who the judge is?”
Anna busted out laughing. “I guess you’ll just have to ask everyone who happens to be sitting in a car in your section. Who knows, you might guess correctly on the first try.”
Tracy added, “There can’t be THAT many people at the mall on a Friday night in the middle of summer can there?”
I pulled out my keys and got in my car. The sooner I started this stupid contest the sooner I would get it over with. It took a while to get to Westmark Mall with the typical Friday night stop and crawl going home traffic. Not knowing how many envelopes I had to collect or what the appointed deadline was I sure hoped the girls took traffic into account when they planned this stupid thing.
Finally, I reached the mall I roamed the parking lot looking for light pole 321. I finally found it next to the mall’s perimeter road. It was pretty far out from the mall but it was also across from one of the major anchor stores. The parking lot had many cars in it, but most seemed clustered close to the store. The good news was that meant there weren’t a lot of witnesses up close to my car. The bad news was that there weren’t many cars to shield my public stripping. The light pole they had chosen was pretty isolated. I would be changing right out in the open in broad daylight next to the access road. Anyone could drive by looking for a place to park!
Like the instructions had indicated there was indeed a traffic island not ten feet from the pole. I made my way over to it and began looking under the shrubbery. Sure enough, there was a small cardboard box. I picked it up and brought it back to the light pole. They obviously had planned this well I thought. If I changed now, it would be in broad daylight. I’d be visible for a country mile. If I took a chance and waited until dark, I’d be illuminated by the bright light from the lamp atop the pole! Either way I was sure to be seen.
I looked around and studied the traffic for a minute. One thing was sure. The mall was only going to get more crowded the longer I waited. As it was now, cars only came by occasionally. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to open the box to see what outlandish thing I was going to change into.
“That’s not so bad,” I thought as I gazed at the contents. The box contained a blue button blouse, a matching blue skirt albeit somewhat short, a black bra and matching panty. To my surprise the panty wasn’t even a thong. It was just a regular French-cut panty. Oh yes and a pair of dress shoes. Not very imaginative I thought.
I decided there was no time like the present so I slipped off my shoes and socks. Then I had an idea. Whoever was the appointed judge HAD to be watching me the whole time otherwise how could they verify I had completed the task. I looked around and saw two people sitting in their cars – an older lady in one car and a young man in a pick-up truck. Both seemed to glance in my direction every now and then. Since no one else was present I figured it had to be one of those two.
I unbuttoned my jeans and let them slip to the ground. The tails of my shirt kept my panties covered. I decided to take off my clothes in such a manner that I would expose the least amount of skin for the shortest amount of time. I then slipped off my panties. My shirt kept me decently covered. I’ll outsmart them I thought. Then I remembered what the instructions said: “strip completely out of ALL your clothing RIGHT UNDER THE LIGHT POLE and THEN change into the garments in the box.” There was no way around it I had to first get naked – no hiding under my garments exposing only a little flesh each time. DAMN! I looked around again and the access road seemed clear of traffic. I spotted people going into the mall entrance but they were pretty far away and not looking directly at me. I took a deep breath and yanked off my shirt then my bra. I was now completely nude! I crouched down and quickly put on the new bra and then the matching panties. I had just stood up after picking up the skirt when a car came around the access road passing right by me. I held the skirt up to my chest covering as much as I could and closed my eyes. The car mercifully passed me by without so much as a honk. I had no idea if the occupants even noticed that I was standing in just my underwear or not but I was a nervous wreck! I put the skirt on, then the blouse and finally the shoes. I guess I was really exposed for maybe two minutes in various states but to me it seemed like an eternity.
I placed my original clothes into the box and returned it to the place I had originally found it. Now to find the judge and I would have finished this task. Fortunately for me the lady had left leaving only the young man in the truck and he was indeed looking right at me. It must be him I thought so I took my paper and headed towards his vehicle.
“Are you the judge,” I asked nervously as he rolled down his window.
“I’m not supposed to say,” he replied.
“You must be because you knew not to say – otherwise you wouldn’t have known what I was talking about.” He snapped his fingers as if he knew he had blown it. He took the paper and signed it on the designated line and gave it back.
“You know you’re supposed to give me a blow job in order to get the next envelope, right?”
“Fat chance. . . If it isn’t in the instructions, I don’t have to do it. Now where’s my envelope?” Once again, he frowned; outsmarted again. HA! I was actually good at this stuff.
I walked back to the car leaving that pervert behind. When I opened the envelope and read the paper, I yelled out loud to no one in particular, “THEY’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING!!!!
My Summer Job – Part Twelve (Exhib, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: Hooked6 (Copyright 2007 by: Hooked6@hotmail.com)
I was so taken aback that I had to re-read the instructions a second time. The note said: “Go to the mall’s public restrooms at the Food Court and remove the blouse and skirt. Leave them there and walk back into the mall wearing only your Bra, Panties and dress shoes and head for the store called ‘TrenZ.’ Once inside that store ask for Tina.”
My heart began to pound. This was a major mall on a Friday night and they wanted me to walk around in my underwear?!! No, I wasn’t going to do it. Screw them I thought, I’ll deal with my mother. Then I thought of my apartment and the lease I had signed. There was no way I could afford it without my job and these two could ruin that for me easily. Anybody who could plan something this elaborate just to humiliate me for their own amusement could easily trash my career. No, I had better not risk it. After all I loved my job. Besides, I was already on day two with only one more to go. I could stick it out.
I returned to my car and removed the car key from my key ring and threaded it on my leather watchband. This time I had thought ahead. I wasn’t going to get caught without a key again. I steadied my nerves and headed into the mall. I found the Food Court and luckily the store TrenZ was only 6 stores down the hall from it. Wow, that surprised me. I was sure they were going to have me walk the entire mall looking for that place. I can do this I said to myself over and over.
Once in the bathroom I entered a stall and unbuttoned my blouse and slid off my skirt. I must have looked at the stall door for ten minutes before deciding to leave the safety of the cubicle and check myself out in the mirror. Naturally I waited until the restroom was empty.
Not bad, I tried to convince myself as I stared at my reflection. I mean the bra and panty set was pretty conservative looking and the dark black color was certainly NOT see-through. The black dress shoes seemed odd but at least they matched.
Just then the door opened and three girls came in. They looked at me, chuckled and then went about their business. They didn’t say anything but I was sure they’d be talking about me after I left. When I noticed one of them whispering to the other, I decided it was time to leave. I reached back and adjusted the leg elastic on the back of my panties stretching it down over my butt cheeks making sure I was as covered as I could be, then I headed for the door.
I was immediately greeted by stares from those seated at a table right across from the restroom hallway. They even stopped eating and seemed to follow me as I headed towards the main mall. In fact, everyone seemed to be staring. For my part I just held my head high and walked on as if it was perfectly natural to walk around in your underwear. Of course, that’s what my brain said. my muscles were like a bowl of Jell-O wiggling and wobbling barely able to keep me upright.
A couple of teenage boys passed me by openly laughing at me which did nothing to help my dwindling self-esteem. Others hardly seemed to notice me as I walked along as they were busy shopping or staring into storefront windows. I was just another body in the crowd as far as they were concerned. What did concern ME though, was that I was starting to get aroused by all this.
I had only 100 feet to go before reaching the appointed store when I felt someone grab my right arm. “Excuse me miss, just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I turned as saw a mall security guard and he didn’t seem to be at all amused by my attire. In fact, his whole face reeked of bad attitude. Again, that little voice in my head started repeating again and again, “Just stay cool. Just stay cool. Don’t blow it. Just stay cool!”
I gave him a disapproving stare and said, “Let go of me you pervert.”
He squeezed my arm harder and demanded to know where my clothes were.
“I’m a swimsuit model for Trenz,” I said confidently pointing at the store just up ahead. “I’m working there. If you MUST know, I had to use the bathroom at the Food Court and was on my way back to work. Now let go of me before I call the cops – the REAL cops.” I then jerked my arm free as he stood looking at me.
“Okay then, but cover-up decently when you’re walking around the mall. This isn’t the sort of place where that sort of thing will be tolerated. Got it?” he said glaring at me with those beady eyes of his.
“Sure, fine, whatever,” I said indifferently and proceeded to walk towards the store. I was never so nervous in all my life. I had actually pulled it off. It felt as though I could barely make my legs move and it was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other.
As I looked casually over my shoulder, I saw he was still watching me, I guess to be sure I was really going into that store.
Once inside I let out an audible sigh. I stood just inside the door for a moment until I saw the security guard walking back into the food court. One disaster averted. Now, who was I supposed to ask for? CRAP! I left my paper inside the pocket of my skirt in the ladies’ room!
There was no way I was going to risk another confrontation with Officer Ugly again. Okay Britney, think, who was it? What was her name? It started with a “T” I think. Terri? Tracy? Tammy? I decided to just check out the name tags on the employees and see if anything rang a bell.
I walked up to the register and got the most icy-cold stare from the girl working there. “Just what are you supposed to be?”
Not the most welcoming of greetings I must admit. The name on her tag was Angela. Definitely not her, I thought. “I’m supposed to see someone here.”
“Oh yeah . . . who?” she said smacking her gum.
“Um . . . Terri, I think.”
“No Terri’s here.”
The girl sighed a bit in disgust as she continued folding clothes on the back counter.
“Look I really am supposed to see someone that works here, um, how about . . . Tina?”
She popped her gum, shook her head and yelled across the store, “HEY TINA, SOME BIMBO’S HERE TO SEE YOU.”
A few minutes later a young blonde came eagerly to the front smiling as she saw me. “It is okay, Angela,” she said “I’ll deal with her.”
Tina took me by the arm and escorted me to the stock room in the back of the store. She looked me over a bit then smiled appreciatively and said, “I see you made it. Not bad. Have any trouble?”
I recounted my run-in with Officer Ugly to which she seemed genuinely sympathetic. “Okay, give me your paper and I’ll sign it for you.”
“Ah, there’s a slight problem you see I left it in my skirt pocket in the ladies’ room at the Food Court.” Tina busted out laughing. “You really are a piece of work, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, well, could you help me out? I’ll get in trouble for sure if that security guard catches me again.”
“I’m not supposed to help you.”
“PLEASE?” I begged. “I really want to finish this but . . . I’m really in a bind here.”
Tina looked at me and I guess felt a bit sorry for me. “Okay but it’s going to cost you.”
“What do you mean?”
“If I do something for you, you’ll have to do something for me. Is it a deal?”
“What do you want?”
Tina smiled, “Oh nothing much. Let’s just say I reserve the right to make a LITTLE change to your next instruction.”
“Okay but if you don’t find that paper in the restroom, I’m off the hook.” I said trying to bargain with her.
“Agreed, you wait here and I’ll go a look for it. I’ll be right back.”
With that she left the store leaving me in the stock room. In no time at all she returned with it in hand. “Here ya go. I already signed it, see?”
“Thanks. I really do appreciate it. You have no idea how grateful I am.” She then handed me an envelope and watched as I read its contents.
The note said: “Tina will escort you to the men’s dressing rooms. Once inside a room, you are to remove your remaining clothing give them to Tina and remain naked in the dressing room for 30 minutes. If you are accidentally discovered you are not to try to cover yourself. After 30 minutes if you complete this task, Tina will sign your paper and give you your next envelope.”
“That doesn’t sound so hard,” I said. “What change are you going to make?”
“Oh, I’ll change the next instruction after you finish this one.” Tina said with a smile. She then escorted me to the other side of the clothing store and into the men’s dressing area. A small aisle lined with mirrors ran in front of the dressing cubicles. There were 4 rooms side by side with, surprisingly, floor-length solid doors. This ought to be a piece of cake, I thought. No one would be able to tell I was inside. I’d just lock the door and wait a half an hour. Tina opened the door of the first cubicle and motioned me to enter. With the door opened only a crack I removed my covering and gave Tina my bra and panties as well as my shoes. She seemed to snicker when she noticed my nicely trimmed pubic hair as if that was something rare for women to have these days.
As she shut the door, she paused for a second and said, “Oh, by the way, the lock on this particular door is broken.” She then gave me an evil grin and added, “Have fun!”
I was beginning to understand why this all sounded so easy. I then heard footsteps entering the dressing area. I about jumped out of my skin when I heard the handle jiggle. The door opened wide and the middle-aged man stood there frozen in place as he spotted me. I was warned not to try and cover myself so I was forced to let him gawk. He instinctively apologized “Oh Excuse me, I’m terribly sorry,” and hurriedly closed the door. I heard him leave then return and enter the next cubicle. He must have been making sure he was indeed in the right area. It was weird standing naked knowing a man was stripping off on the other side of the flimsy vinyl wall. I felt very vulnerable.
Nothing happened though and he soon left.
In no time I heard another set of footsteps and sure enough my door handle turned. I came face to face with the most gorgeous hunk of a young man. He made no pretext of averting his eyes as he leered at me smiling. True to my instructions I let him look. Finally, he spoke up, “Why are you in the men’s dressing rooms?
“The girl’s rooms were all full. Why are you leering at me? Have you no scruples?” I asked trying to make him feel guilty, not that deep down I was trying to rush him along. I fact I was getting very wet.
“Scruples? What does that mean?” he asked acting all naïve.
“It means you aren’t being a gentleman,” I said coyly. “The proper thing to do would be to leave . . . immediately.”
“Oh, I disagree, the MANLY MAN thing to do when seeing a beautiful woman is to admire her beauty, especially if she’s enjoying the attention.”
“How do you figure I’m enjoying this INTRUSION into my privacy?” I asked trying to sound indignant.
“Oh, your body tells me you are,” he said with a wry smile. Oh, that Damn clit of mine!!!! I dropped my head in shame.
“Nice seeing you,” he said as he shut the door.
Once he left, I had to resist with all my might the urge to touch myself.
Time after time I was “accidentally discovered” by all sorts of men. Each time was thrilling regardless of what they looked like. I never got used to be seen naked, trapped in a small cubicle with nowhere to run. They all seemed appreciative which gave a little bright spot to this horrible situation. Well, all but one man, anyway. When he opened the door, he seemed downright upset and said loudly, “Just what are you doing in here?”
“The girl’s room was full.”
“And you were in such a hurry you couldn’t wait?”
“Just what are you changing into?” he asked skeptically. “The room is empty.”
“Ah . . . the clerk went to get me another size. She’ll be right back.”
His face seemed to grow angrier by the moment. He seemed clearly offended. “SURE she will. And where are your own clothes?”
“Um . . . she took them to match my size?” I mentally kicked myself for having made that sound like a question instead of a statement. The other men took it all in fun. THIS guy was likely to get me in trouble.
Fortunately, he sighed and remarked, “Look if you want to play your little sex game, fine with me. Just don’t let my wife see you.” With that he left leaving me embarrassed and humiliated at being lectured to like a school kid.
It seemed like forever with the tension mounting with each passing minute especially after that last guy before Tina finally returned and announced that my time was up. I was watching you. You seemed to have fun.”
“How were you watching me? I was in this dressing room the whole time.”
“That’s a two-way mirror to prevent theft.” She said as she pointed to the mirror on the back wall.
“That’s illegal!” I protested. “You can’t spy on people while they are changing! People have a right to privacy in a dressing room!”
“It’s not illegal if we tell you in advance that we are doing it and you choose to change anyway. See?” she said pointing to the sign above the mirror.
The sign said: “Caution, area under surveillance. Shoplifters will be prosecuted.”
She laughed and added, “You really made Johnny Taylor’s day. He watches the men’s room. He wants me to tell you that you can come back any time!”
“I’ll bet he does the LITTLE PERVERT!” I snapped looking directly at the mirror. “Probably jerked off the whole time I’ll bet.”
I was hoping to humiliate him by saying that in front of Tina. I knew it didn’t work though when she said, “Not the whole time.”
She handed me another envelope. The note said: “Change back into the bra and panties and leave the mall and head to a house at 324 Elmwood Avenue. On the way stop and pick up two pizzas. Deliver the pizzas to the party at the house on Elmwood. Pick up your next envelope.”
Not too scary I thought. I knew where Elmwood was as it was just a few blocks from my former school. It had been a while so I was also pretty sure I could dodge Officer Ugly on my way out.
“I guess I had better get going, then” I said to Tina. “Thanks for being so nice.”
“Not so fast.” She said touching my shoulder.
“Oh yeah, you wanted to make a change, didn’t you?”
She nodded her head. As she handed me my shoes she explained, “It’s nothing much really. The only thing I want you to do is leave without the bra and panties, that’s all.”
“YOU WANT ME TO STREAK THE MALL???!!!”
She waved a document in front of my face, “Only if you want me to sign that paper saying you completed the dressing room task.”
“I can’t do that. Even if I was brave enough, HOW could I get away with such a thing?”
“Speed . . . and a little short cut I know about.” She said plainly.
“You’re serious. You want me to go out there naked?!!”
I looked at her menacingly. It didn’t seem to faze her at all. She wasn’t backing down. “Fine . . . Sign that damn paper,” I said as I put on my shoes.