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 ï>¿It Can Always Get Worse by Tester86

   6

   Emily sat at her desk staring at the picture of Ms.  Turner flashing her
naked breasts.  She could not shake the feeling that the attractive
teacher's exposure was not voluntary.  Was it the flush on her face or was
it the tension etched around her blue eyes?  Emily wasn't sure but she knew
she'd do what she could to find out.  Journalism appealed to her; it seemed
the perfect career choice for her inquisitive nature -- and why it was her
major- and now, a story (and she knew it was a story) fell into her lap. 
All day as she struggled though her four classes.  She found it hard to
concentrate on anything other than the picture on the tiny screen of her
phone.

   She had called her friend Theresa the day before and asked her the
probing questions that Diane Sawyer and Barbara Walters would ask; she felt
like a journalist.  "So, where did you take the picture?"

   "The mall."

   "What time was this?"

   Theresa was short with her answers, "I don't know.  Early afternoon,
maybe?"

   Then, "was she alone?"

   "Yes." Theresa paused, "I may have seen Miss Reed there too, but I don't
think they were together."

   And just like that, part of the story unfolded.  She felt goose pimples
race up her arms.  She was a journalist getting to the bottom of a story.
She never felt so alive.

   7

   Kimberly Turner could not concentrate on her lectures.  Her mind was on
her parted thighs and the computer that sat in the drawer to her left
recording her shame.  She had no idea that her pussy was being displayed
live on the internet and by the time her lunch hour had arrived nearly
forty different people had logged onto the free web page and had watched
the open pussy stare back at them.  Her students had asked if she was okay,
commenting that she seemed distracted and distant as if she was not there
with them.  And she wasn't; she was hiding away inside herself, trying to
will herself away from the college campus and out of Sharon's life.  She
could not imagine things getting worse than they already were.

   She skipped lunch; she had not brought a meal and the thought of walking
across campus to the cafeteria dressed as she was caused her to lose what
little appetite she had anyway.  How was she going to get out of this?  She
couldn't keep doing what Sharon commanded; each day seemed to be worse than
the day before, but if she quit, if she walked away then Sharon would,
without hesitation, ruin her teaching career and with it any chance she had
of saving her house.  But, she wondered, would it really?  She had begun
making a lot of money at the strip club.  Was that the norm?  She didn't
have any more pubic hair to sell, but if she did lose her teaching job, why
could she not sell her panties?  She'd no longer be under Sharon's thumb.
Could she make enough money stripping to afford to lose this job?  David
seemed to think so.  Still, uncertainty kept her legs widely spread.

   And arousal.  She was embarrassed by her display but part of her; the
kinky, sexual creature buried inside her was extremely aroused at the
humiliation she was feeling.  She was not able to expose herself at her own
bidding, she could always back out of that, but being forced into it seemed
to pull some of the shame away and make everything tolerable and even
exciting.  She had enjoyed the public games with her ex-husband more than
she did with Sharon, but admittedly, Sharon was better at it and a lot more
cruel.  Perhaps her ex-husband really had loved her.

   For the entire lunch hour, Kim sat, shamefaced and spread at her desk,
unknowingly baring her sex to the world.

   8

   Sharon had a busy lunch.  She left the campus and drove into town.  She
stopped at the post office and paid eleven dollars for a small post office
box.  With the key in hand she made her way back to the car and drove to
her house.  She logged into her computer and pulled up the web page with
Kim's brazen display.  There in all her color and glory was little Miss
Perfect's naked, nude and gaping pussy.  Sharon smiled at the screen and
made a note to ask Jason if it was possible to find out how many visitors
the site was getting and if it was possible to advertise the site on search
engines.  If anyone would know, Jason would.

   Satisfied that Kim was still obeying her, Sharon drove from her house to
the opposite end of town.  This time she pulled into a different post
office and as before she purchased a post office box.  She had such a fun
game in store for little Kimmie that her pussy was dripping by the time she
made it back to campus for her last class of the day.

   9

   The last class ended, and all her students left for the day.  Kim sat at
her desk reading the papers her students had turned in.  Her legs were
still held apart in a lurid display, part of her had forgotten about the
video camera until Sharon arrived and logged into the computer.  She
checked the counter and was impressed, Kim had kept her legs spread and her
pussy visible for more than five hours, almost the entire day.  Sharon
wasn't sure it was ninety percent; still it was close enough that she
decided to not comment about it.  "Stand up and let's go."

   Kim climbed from her chair and tugged her skirt as low on her hips as
she could.  She knew she was not allowed to adjust it during the trek to
Sharon's car and she wanted to be covered as long as possible during the
journey.

   Sharon could only laugh.  She thought of telling Kimmie about her web
page but then thought better of it.  She decided that after a few more
pictures and videos were posted, she'd have the address of the web page
distributed around the campus.  Let rumors get the information to Kim, she
thought with malicious glee, that should be much more humiliating for the
little bitch.

   Kim climbed in the back and spread her legs; she knew she'd be ordered
to anyway.  Sharon watched her and drove them across town to the mall where
Kim had played that horrible game of "tits, ass or pussy," and where Sharon
had made her streak naked from the Macy's dressing room.  It was turning
into Kim's least favorite place on earth.

   "You're working here tonight," Sharon informed Kim.

   "Miss Reed?" Kim was confused.

   "Follow me and you'd best do as you're told."

   "Yes, Miss Reed." Kim followed Sharon through the mall back to the
Abercrombie's they had shopped at the previous week.  Kim could only look
around, thankful she did not recognize anyone.  Her display in the store
had been humiliating and she worried that she'd be reliving it today.

   "Hi," a voice called out.  "I am so happy to see you two!"

   Sharon shook Vera's hand and said, "Pose her however you want.  If she
disobeys you in any way call me and," she looked at Kim, her eyes hard
points, "she'll be homeless in the morning." The threat was evident even if
the young woman did not fully understand the comment.  "You have my number,
Vera," Sharon said.  She looked back at Kim and said, "Don't make her use
it."

   Vera stood next to Kim and said, "Follow me." She led Kim past the
register and into the back of the store.  Stacks of boxes and racks of
clothes stood in cardboard boxes waiting to be put out on the main floor.
Various fashion magazines were stacked on a small table next to a small
bathroom.  Vera looked at Kim and said, "Take your clothes off and put them
in there," she indicated the bathroom.

   Kim thought of refusing and knew that no matter what happened; tonight
she was this new woman's plaything.  Vera stood nearly five feet tall with
light brown eyes, small breasts hidden behind a white halter top.  Her
jeans were tight and revealed a small, perky butt.  Kim sighed in
resignation and pulled the blouse over her head and stepped out of her tiny
skirt.  She stood naked save for her shoes on the concrete floor amidst
clothes that she wished she could wear.

   "Wait here." Vera darted into the store and came back after about four
minutes carrying two t-shirts.  Vera looked at the blush on the woman's
face and wondered what the woman was feeling.  She'd give anything to be
doing what she was about to have this woman do but she lacked the courage.
This was an opportunity that she just couldn't pass up even if it cost her
her job.  She would get her shameful exposure even if it was at another's
expense.

   Vera handed Kim the two shirts.  "You'll hold one in each hand.  Don't
drop them, okay?"

   Kim nodded.

   "Good follow me." Vera walked into the store.

   Kim stood motionless.  She couldn't mean it?  Could she?  Did this
stranger really think she'd be able to walk naked that easily into the
store where who knew how many shoppers were present?  Her face flashed red
and still she remained in the back.  Vera returned a moment later and said
again, "follow me.  Hurry, it's not busy now."

   The last sentence made Kim feel a little bit better; Sharon would not
care how many people were present.  Slowly, almost inching along, Kim
walked naked, carrying the two t-shirts into the store.  As Vera had said
the store was not busy, Kim could see only one shopper.  She spotted Vera
near the front of the store and made her way to the small woman, hiding her
naked body behind the racks of small and over-priced clothes.

   Vera pointed to a chair in the window that faced into the central
corridor of the mall.  "Sit in the chair and hold the two shirts in your
hands, one in each.  Look at one of the shirts and don't move.  People
walking by will think you're a mannequin."

   Kim read a sign that read, 'decisions, decisions,' that Vera had placed
in the window next to the chair.

   "People will just think you're a display.  Don't move too much and
you'll be fine." Almost as an afterthought, Vera said, "don't cover up or
I'll make it worse." It was definitely not an afterthought; Vera was nearly
bursting in horny need.

   Why, Kim wondered, was she always being threatened?  She climbed into
the open window, conscious of the motion beyond the glass and sat in the
chair.  She kept her knees clamped together and held the two shirts out in
front of her as Vera had commanded.  It seemed oblivious shoppers did not
notice her climbing onto the cold plastic chair and for that she was happy.
She did indeed look like a store display, one where a plastic figure had
been posed as if trying to decide what to wear.  But she wasn't a mannequin
to be posed and surely plastic did not have as much color on their cheeks.

   Kim's face burned at her display.  She was naked, sitting in a
storefront window, staring out at the countless shoppers that raced by. 
Very few took notice of her and for that she was thankful.  Staring out
into the mall she watched, trying not to blink and struggling not to move,
the shoppers rush around like ants on a mound.  Most were seemingly
oblivious to their surroundings; men would rush from one place to another
with a single destination in mind, all other shops and kiosks as invisible
as air while women would typically be with friends, chatting and gossiping
and laughing and not really paying attention to their surroundings.  It was
a small consolation but one that kept her sitting naked and posed as the
model in the window.

   Vera raced to the employee's bathroom and masturbated herself to a
wonderful orgasm.  She wished she had the strength and courage to do what
Kim was doing, or she wished she had someone forcing her to.  That was
better, she thought, to be forced into it.  She wondered if she could
convince Sharon to do things like this to her.  Twice before she had
stocked the racks in the store after hours naked, but there was no risk. 
It was the risk and the humiliation that excited her.  She almost wished
she was brave enough to ask Sharon to help her; she had thought of little
else since Kim's first display.  She seemed so capable of doing what Vera
needed to be done.

   The thought fueled a second orgasm and with her pussy throbbing she
picked up the phone, horniness and arousal overruling rational thought and
before she could change her mind and reconsider she dialed Sharon's number.
Sharon answered on the second ring, "hello?"

   Breathlessly, her fingers still buried in her pussy, Vera made her
request.

   Sharon was speechless.  She had recognized the number and was certain
that she'd be giving some photos to Dean Water's in the morning.  This
conversation took her totally by surprise.  "Are you sure?" It was all she
could manage.

   No, Vera thought, "yes," she said.

   "We'll talk about it after I take Kimmie home." She was speaking slowly.

   With weak knees at what she'd just done, Vera hung up the phone, pulled
up her jeans and went to see how Kim was doing.

   Kim sat as motionless as she could even when people stared at her
through the glass.  It was obvious that she was not a mannequin and when
people did happen to notice they lingered as long as possible a few even
snapping pictures with their phones.  The first time the flash had gone
off; Kim had nearly dropped the t-shirts and if she had the ruse that she
was trying to pull off would have been revealed.  Still she sat, knees held
together, breasts exposed to the world beyond the glass; her face the color
of Mars.

   Vera walked up behind her and whispered, "You're doing great."

   And she was.  She sat in the window for two hours before Sharon appeared
in front of the glass.  She raised her camera and snapped a dozen pictures
of Kimmie sitting naked in the store window holding the two shirts beside
the sign reading "decisions, decisions." Sharon was happy with how well
Vera had done and she wondered what Vera would say if she were ordered to
take Kim's place.  What was she going to do about Vera?  The funny thing
was, the answer was yes, she would take control of Vera and force her to
expose and humiliate herself.  She got such a rush out of dominating little
Kimmie, that the thought of refusing Vera never even crossed her mind.  It
was how to make her obey that troubled Sharon.  Kim obeyed because she knew
if she crossed Sharon then she'd lose her home.  What would it take to get
Vera to obey?  That was what occupied her thoughts as she retrieved Kimmie
from her window display.

   Vera was shaking as Sharon entered the store, Sharon could see the look
of fear on the young woman's face.  It was a look that made her pussy
throb; power was an incredible aphrodisiac.  "Get her out of the window and
get her dressed."

   Vera obeyed and within moments a thankful Kim stood in her tiny skirt
and white blouse by Sharon's side.  Sharon looked at Vera, "I'll be back in
an hour.  You'll be here, right?"

   Vera nodded.

   "Let's go," Sharon said to Kim.

   Kim followed Sharon from the mall, wondering about the flushed look on
Vera's face and the humorless tone in Sharon's voice.  What, she wondered,
was going on between those two?

   The sun had dipped below the horizon, another day passed.  Kim sat in
the back seat, her legs spread wide and her eyes closed, thankful that the
day was spent.  She knew she'd be driving herself to work the next day and
was looking forward to the time alone and away from prying eyes.  She was
nearly smiling when Sharon stopped the car in Kim's driveway.  "I'll see
you in the morning," Sharon said.  She stared at Kim, "don't forget to move
your dressing rug onto the porch."

   Kim climbed from the car, "Yes, Miss Reed." There was nothing else she
could say.  She grabbed her purse and made her way into her home, shutting
the day away.

   10

   "This will be the last time I ask this.  Are you sure?"

   Vera nodded, "I am." Her voice was small.

   "Here's my dilemma," Sharon was speaking slowly, trying to piece
together what was happening as she spoke, "I don't know how to get you to
obey.  It's all well and good that this is something you want to do, but if
I do this, I will have you doing things you will most certainly not want to
do.  What's to stop you from just stopping, saying 'nope, I'm done,' and
just giving up?"

   "I wouldn't do that," Vera said sounding shocked at the suggestion.

   Sharon continued, "You may think that, but I need a guarantee." She
exhaled.  "Okay.  Tomorrow I'm going to come by and you are to give me
something that will ensure your compliance.  It had best be something that
if I reveal it, the consequences to you would be worse than anything that
I'd have you do?  Is that understood?  If it's too tame, then I will
withdraw my offer to help you and you'll never hear from me again."

   Vera was trembling; Sharon took it as a good sign.

   "Okay."

   "Call me Miss Reed."

   "Okay, Miss Reed," Vera said.  She knew just the thing.  "I already know
what it'll be; I just have to get it for you."

   "Then I'll see you tomorrow.  All of you."

   Vera knew what she meant and smiled.

   Chapter 7

   1

   Early Tuesday morning, five minutes after Sharon arrived at Kimberly's
house across town, Emily Bradford snuck into Kim's classroom.  She was so
nervous, the building did not officially open for another thirty minutes,
that she felt like she had to pee, but she wanted to have time to find
evidence that something was going on before anyone else arrived.  Her story
was just too big to stick to the rules.  She inched her way to Kim's desk
and sat in the teacher's chair.  On the ground next to her foot sat a small
black box.  She crouched down and pressed the pedal that actuated the
footswitch.  Immediately the small light under the desk turned on,
illuminating the small confines under Kim's desk.  Emily could see the
video camera staring back.  She stood up quickly, banging her head on the
underside of the desk.  She cussed in pain and once again sat in Kim's
chair, absently rubbing her scalp.

   Emily opened the top drawer of the desk and picked up the stack of
photos that Sharon had told Kim to place there.  She scanned the photos of
the naked woman, dancing, entering, and exiting Pussy Cats strip club.  The
story she thought she knew just got more interesting and she put the
pictures in her purse.  She opened the rest of the drawers and found
nothing in any of them save for the laptop.  She could see the wires
snaking out the back and reasoned they connected the light, camera and
switch to the computer.  Was Miss Turner such a show off, she wondered,
that she made it a point to always be on camera?  The length of her skirts
was no mystery to the students and Emily figured that if she sat and
pressed the switch her charms would be recorded.  But, she thought, why the
blush on her face and why was her head so often hung low in shame?  And why
were the skirts so short now?  Kimberly had always dressed much more
conservatively on campus.

   The thought that she was being coerced returned.  Theresa had said that
Miss Reed was at the mall the same time that Miss Turner was flashing her
breasts and she herself had seen the two of them carpooling even though
everyone knew that the two women did not particularly care for one another.
No, Emily thought, Sharon Turner is definitely involved.  Emily lifted the
lid of the laptop and stared at the Windows log-in screen.  She didn't know
the password and so she lowered the lid once again.  She thought of pulling
the wires free from the back of the computer but uncertainty stayed her
hand.  If she changed anything, then her snooping could be found out, and
right now she needed more evidence to piece together the story.

   She stood up and made her way from Kim's classroom to Sharon's.  After a
few minutes she gave up her search; there was nothing to be gleaned from
Sharon's classroom.

   Ten minutes after sneaking into the English Wing, Emily Bradford slid
unseen from the building.

   2

   Sharon knocked on Kim's door, grinning at the white rug that seemed to
now serve as a welcome mat.  She was amazed at how easy it had been to
capture Kimmie and how much fun she was having tormenting her.  And, with
Vera, it was just getting better.

   The door opened and Kim stepped back to let Sharon in.  "Good morning,
Miss Reed."

   "Morning, Kimmie," Sharon said.  She knew how much the little bitch
hated the childish play on her name and so delighted in using it every
chance she got.  "Let's get you dressed." Sharon led Kim into her bedroom
and opened the smaller closet.  She pulled one of the denim skirts from a
hanger and grabbed a long-sleeved purple and white striped blouse with
large cuffs and a pointed collar.  "Here you go," she said, handing the
clothes to Kim.

   Kim took them and carried them into the foyer.  Sharon followed behind
her, looked at Kim's brown hair done up in the ponytail and decided she
still liked the way it made Kim look even younger than she was.  "Let's
go." Sharon stepped outside to watch how Kim handled dressing outside on
her porch step.

   Kim took a deep breath, grabbed her skirt, blouse, shoes and purse and
stepped naked onto her porch.  She was glancing around, eyeing the empty
street.  Please, she pleaded to whoever could hear her addled thoughts,
don't let my neighbors see me.  Once again she understood that anonymity
was the only way she was able to enjoy the thrill of exposure; there was
safety in it.  She dropped the shoes and skirt and hurriedly donned the
blouse, buttoning only two buttons before grabbing her skirt.  She was
rushing; trying to minimize the time she could be seen by neighbors.  She
pulled the tiny skirt up her legs and only realized she had been holding
her breath when the skirt was fastened.  She slipped into her shoes as she
buttoned the blouse to her neck.

   Sharon was laughing and to Kim she looked like a demon sent from the
depths of hell to torment her for some unknown slight.  She would love to
turn the tables on the laughing hyena, put Sharon under the microscope of
shame that she now seemed to live under.  Sharon told Kim to open her purse
and to cut the top two buttons off of her blouse.

   "Miss Reed," Kim hated saying the words, "To humiliate me, may I make it
three?" There, that was done.

   "Four and yes." So easy, the thought returned.

   Kim pulled the scissors from her purse and snipped the top four buttons
off of the blouse.  Again, something so simple was eerily effective.  The
first time she had only had to unbutton the blouse, but the buttons were
still there and therefore gave her piece of mind; in an emergency she could
conceal herself.  Now, with the buttons lying like potato bugs in her hand,
they were useless.  She could feel the morning sun on her cleavage, the
blouse folding open to the day.  Her breasts were covered, as was her
pantiless crotch, but she could feel how close she was to not being
covered. The feeling was frightening and arousing rolled into one.  Taking
a deep breath, Kim stepped off the porch and approached Sharon.

   "You're driving yourself today," Sharon said as if Kim was daft and had
forgotten.

   "Yes, Miss Reed."

   "See you on campus." Sharon climbed into her car and backed out of the
driveway.  Only when Kim had backed into the street did Sharon pull away.

   Kim had a stop to make before heading to class and was thankful for the
opportunity to do so.  She headed towards the college and with the campus
still two miles away she pulled into the drive-through of her bank.  The
bank was not open, but the A.T.M.  was.  She made a deposit, hating running
cash through the machine, but she needed to make a mortgage payment today
and this was the first chance she had had to put the funds into her
account. Satisfied and with her receipt in hand, Kim drove to work.

   She walked into the English wing, her bare breasts bouncing under the
less than confining shirt, her ass playing peek-a-boo with the too short
skirt.  She felt like a trollop and figured that was exactly how she
looked. A few early students watched her shameful stroll towards her
classroom and their silence was all Kim needed to realize exactly how
blatantly sexual she looked.  She was thankful that this was a college
campus where a more liberal, more open-minded mindset prevailed.  She
reasoned here her attire would raise fewer eyebrows.  Still, she knew that
even if silence followed in her wake, rumors and discussions were happening
elsewhere.  Her cheeks burned with the thought.

   Sharon stepped from her classroom as Kim passed, "give me your keys."
When Kim hesitated, Sharon hissed, "now!  I didn't check if there was
anything you could use to cover up and I intend to." Her real reason was
more fun, but Kim would find that out a little later.

   Kim relinquished her keys.

   "Enjoy your day, Kimmie." Sharon, Kim's keys in hand, returned to her
classroom.

   Kim watched Sharon and then finished the trek to her own classroom.  Her
phone beeped from her purse before she even sat down.  Kim looked at the
display.

   Don't forget to spread.

   Kim sat, spread her legs with her right foot pressing on the pedal, and
awaited her students.

   3

   Vera watched as the chain gate blocking the entrance to Abercrombie's
rolled into its case, opening the store.  She was wearing a beige,
knee-length skirt and a white blouse.  The blouse was thin enough to reveal
the lacy bra she wore underneath, the skirt thick enough to hide the fact
she was without panties.  She typically went without panties; it was
nothing new.  She had worn the blouse without a bra before, always getting
a tingle at the exposure.  She wondered how she feel after Sharon started
with her.  She was both nervous and eager to meet with Sharon again even if
the fear of the encounter was making her palms sweat.  You can do it, girl,
she chided herself.  And, after tonight, you'll have no choice.  Her knees
were weak at the thought.

   She ran through the checklist by the register, making sure the store was
ready for customers.  Satisfied, she walked into the back of the store. 
She stared at the sign that read, "Decisions, decisions," and wondered what
it must have been like to sit naked in the store window.  It had been one
of her first ideas at forced exposure, an idea she had been incapable of
making herself do.  The fantasies she had were wonderfully humiliating and
thinking of them usually made her so wet with arousal that she would have
to rush and take care of the growing need.  Once satisfied, her craving
would diminish and then slowly return, one fantasy being shoved aside and
in time another would take its place.  It was a cycle she had played over
and over and she had never felt more anticipation than she did now as her
day started with Sharon coming to turn her fantasies into reality.

   All day she could barely concentrate.  Coworkers asked if she was okay;
her distraction evident to all and she kept responding with polite smiles
and positive assurances.  By lunch she was so nervous that she could barely
stand without trembling.  She wondered what fueled her nervousness more,
fear or arousal?  She wasn't entirely sure and truthfully she didn't care.
She had never felt so alive.  She had lunch in the back of the store, her
sandwich going mostly uneaten.  She volunteered to close and with two hours
left before the end of the day she sent the two women who would normally be
there home; she would meet Sharon alone.

   Time inched forward.

   Vera could hardly wait.

   4

   The students had left for the day and for that Kim was thankful.  It was
the first time she had ever had to tell her students to be quiet.  Ever. 
Starting with her second class, the students had been unruly.  Murmurs and
whispers became outright conversations and sitting there, her legs spread
and the computer recording her shameful display, she did not feel confident
enough to stop them and her tone must have represented the fact.  No matter
how many times she told them to hush or to pay attention, it would only be
a matter of minutes before her authority evaporated and the conversations
resumed.  Finally she had shouted, "Be quiet!" and a ripple of shock raced
through the students.  They looked at her, finally seeing her as a teacher
and not as a cheaply dressed slut and shut their mouths.

   Kim hated Sharon for making her raise her voice to her students.  Once
again Kim thought of Sharon's statement that she'd take it easy on her on
campus.  Did Sharon really think this was easy?  Sitting so exposed with
the most intimate places of her anatomy being recorded on the computer to
her left?  Her body tense and her mouth dry?  It was the most difficult
thing she had ever had to do.  Even sitting naked in a store window was
easier than having to deal with your students in an authoritative manner
when you were dressed so cheaply, and your body so easily exposed.  Half
her breasts were uncovered by her blouse and she had heard more than one
student comment on it.

   Sharon stepped into Kim's classroom and shut the door behind her.  The
students had been gone over an hour and Kim had to simply wait for Sharon
to bring her the keys to her car.  She was not sure where Sharon had gone,
she only knew that she had walked to Sharon's classroom and found it empty
before returning to the relative comfort of her own classroom.  Outside the
sun was still about two hours away from dipping below the horizon.  Sharon
stood in Kim's classroom, looking comfortable in her pants-suit; looking
professional.  That's the word Kim had been hunting for; she was not
dressed as a professional and that is what made her feel the most out of
place.

   "Hi, Kimmie," Sharon was beaming.

   "Miss Reed."

   "We're going to play a new game.  Take off your clothes."

   Kim opened her mouth to protest and thought better of it.  Her home was
still Sharon's collateral and until that was saved she knew she'd have to
play along.  And, realistically, she knew ultimately she'd end up obeying
anyway only Sharon would make the game worse.  She stood up, thankful that
one exposure was ending even as a new one began.  She stepped out of her
skirt and unbuttoned the five remaining buttons on her blouse.  She pulled
her blouse open and set the two garments on her desk.  She kept peering
behind Sharon at the windowed door that led into the hallway, praying that
nobody was milling around out in the hall.  Even with most of the students
gone, some lingered.  There were after school activities, extra assignments
and even diligent students studying.  A college campus was never truly
vacant.

   "Give me your shoes and your purse as well."

   Kim kicked off her shoes and placed them on her shirt.  She opened the
drawer above the damnable computer and placed her purse with her clothes.

   Sharon took everything and said, "Wait here." With that she turned and
left Kim standing stunned and naked in her classroom with nothing to cover
herself and until Sharon returned her keys, the only way she'd have to get
home was to trek naked across town on foot or to take the bus and neither
idea was one she'd be willing to undertake.  Sharon had said it was a game;
Kim could only wait until Sharon returned to explain the rules.

   She walked to the door, her hands shielding her breasts.  Behind her,
even with the room empty, she could feel imaginary eyes peering at her
naked ass.  Sharon always found a way to make her feel worse.  First
wearing ultra-revealing clothing in her classroom, now even that luxury was
absent.  She peered into the hallway, watching for Sharon to return.  Her
eyes darted left to right and back again, each minute passing feeling like
a snails crawl.

   Ten minutes passed before Sharon returned.  "Here you go," Sharon said.
Kim could hear malice laced with amusement in Sharon's tone.

   When Kim had relinquished her keys, there had been three keys and the
electronic fob on the key ring.  Now, Sharon handed Kim the keyless entry
fob to her car; the other three keys were absent.  She took the fob and it
felt like a small victory; her imagined threat of walking home or taking
public transportation fading away; she could get into her car and that was
a start.  She clutched the fob in her hand and asked in a small voice,
"what about my keys?"

   Sharon laughed, "Well, that's part of the game.  See you tomorrow,
Kimmie.  You'll ride with me; I missed not seeing you while I was driving."
Her laughter burned Kim's ears.  Sharon walked from the classroom, turned
and said, "Don't worry.  There's nothing in your car you can use to cover
up.  I looked."

   Five stunned minutes later Kim could still hear Sharon's laughter.  She
was standing naked in her classroom with only the remote to unlock her car
in her hands.  She needed to find her keys and get home.  She imagined the
drive would be the easiest part; first she had to force herself to leave
the relative comfort of her classroom and to walk naked through the halls
and outside.  Her chance of doing this unseen seemed minute.  She thought
about waiting until the sun had set and each passing minute made that seem
like the best way to start.

   She stood by the door and waited; nervous that at any time students,
faculty or even the janitorial staff could wander by and find her.  What
could she say to them?  Nothing came to mind.  Minutes turned slowly and
outside shadows elongated and the day slowly faded as dusk settled in.  She
took a deep breath and with her fob clutched in her hand like a talisman to
ward off vampires, Kim stepped naked from her classroom and into the hall.
She was shaking with fear, her palms clammy and the air felt cold.  Her
head moved non-stop as she tried to see everywhere around her at once; her
eyes darted left and right and every two steps she spun around to peer at
the empty hall behind her.  Her footsteps were silent as she walked
barefoot through the English wing.

   She picked up speed, nearly running now, wanting to get to the relative
safety of her car.  She passed Sharon's classroom, passed the ladies room
and rushed outside.  The night air was still warm and the evening breeze
caressed her naked skin.  In a normal situation, the breeze would have felt
comforting, now it felt like it was mocking her, reminding Kim that she
stood naked on the concrete steps that led from the building.

   Not pausing now, Kim ran to her car, staying on the grass instead of the
sidewalk as the ground felt softer on her naked feet.  She ran to the
parking lot and before she even reached the car, she mashed the button and
was thankful to hear the doors unlock.  Hurrying, praying that there were
no eyes about to witness her embarrassing trek, Kim opened the door and
climbed into her car.  She shut herself in and swallowed heavily; her heart
was racing in her chest.

   She spied the envelope on the dash at once.  With her hands shaking she
ripped open the envelope and pulled out a hand written note.

   Hello, Kimmie!

   I hope you're enjoying the game so far.  Was it fun running to your car?
I bet it was.  Anyway, you may have noticed that you still don't have the
key to start your car.  Well, let me tell you where it is.  Ready?  It's in
an envelope sitting in the middle of the football field, right on the 50
yard line.  I had to wait until practice was over to put it there.  You
should have no trouble finding it.  The track that encircles the field
closes at ten, so I'm sure if you wait around long enough, there won't be
any joggers.  Anyway, have fun.

   Sharon

   Kim wanted to scream in rage and frustration.  It took all her willpower
to sneak from her classroom to get to her car and now she'd have to leave
it to run across campus to get to the football field to get her car key and
then run back.  She looked in the back seat and as both she and Sharon had
confirmed, there was nothing there she could use to cover up with.  She
figured she had two options; get to the football field and continue
Sharon's evil game or sneak back into the building and look for something
to cover up with.  She was sure based on what Sharon said that she would
get home and looking for clothes to steal was both dishonest and uncertain.
No, she'd have to go along.

   Mustering up her will, Kim climbed naked from her car to continue the
game that Sharon had put into motion.  She ran back across the parking lot
and slid along the outside of the English department.  Ducking and hiding
in shadows Kim slowly made her way across the campus, her hands hiding her
breasts and pussy if she was facing forward or concealing her ass if she
was blocked from view by buildings in the front.  She made her way past
administration thankful that the building was dark.

   She heard voices approaching and nervously ducked behind a hedge until
the young couple, walking hand in hand passed.  Her pulse was racing; she
could hear her own heartbeat.  Wind whispered through trees, the sound
peaceful but it did little to calm her racing nerves.

   She inched forward again, darting between buildings and past the
gymnasium where the locker rooms were.  She raced across another parking
lot and slipped under the bleachers on the visitor's side of the football
field.  The field was surrounded by a track but, luckily, there were no
runners present.  She took a deep breath and ran across the field coming to
rest on the fifty-yard line.  As Sharon had said, there was an envelope
resting under a small stone.  Kim thought that even Sharon followed the
rules.  She was standing in the middle of the field; no cover anywhere
around her and her mind imagined the stands full of spectators.  The
thought got her running.  Once again she made her way across the college
campus, her fob clenched in one hand and the envelope from Sharon in the
other.

   She unlocked her car and climbed behind the wheel.  Once seated, she
locked the door and tore open the envelope.  She pulled out her car key and
a key she did not recognize as well as another hand written note. 
Nervously, her mouth dry and her body tense, Kim read the note.

   Kimmie,

   Wasn't that fun?  Well, you have your car key so you're probably
thinking you can just go home.  Wrong!  You may have noticed that you don't
have your house key yet.  And, yes, I know you can just break in, but if I
find that you did that, well then let's just say it will be the banks house
you'd be breaking into and not yours.  So, the game continues.  Across
town, just off of Chesterfield Parkway there is a Post Office.  You have
the key for box number 219.  You'll need to drive there, go in just as
dressed as you are now, and unlock the P.O.  Box and retrieve the next item
in the game.  Have fun.

   Sharon

   Kim could feel the color that seemed to be burned onto her face drain
away.  How much worse could this game get?  How many stops would Sharon
have her make before she was allowed to slink home and hide away?  And, she
wondered, would she ever want to leave her house again?  She wasn't sure
but she knew that the quicker she started the sooner she'd be done.  She
placed her car key back on the fob's chain and started the car.  She
adjusted the seats as low as she could; she may not be able to cover up,
but she could hide as much of herself as possible.  Naked, she left the
campus and started the next leg of the game.

   It took her about fifteen minutes to drive across town.  Six different
lights stopped her journey and the time it took for the lights to change
from red back to green seemed an eternity.  Most people could not see how
she was dressed, only her head and shoulders were visible above the door,
but that did not lessen Kim's discomfort.  At the third light, a large
pick-up pulled alongside Kim's car and the driver smiled at her; leering
down at her from her right.  The horn of the car behind the pick-up saved
Kim from longer scrutiny.

   Pulling into the Post Office, Kim could see two cars were in the parking
lot.  She sat in her car, close to the entrance and waited to see if there
were any other people picking up or dropping off mail at this late hour. 
Another five minutes past before Kim could gather the courage to leave the
safety of her car.  Nobody had come in or left and so she reasoned that the
cars in the parking lot belonged to employees sequestered in the back and
were not additional shoppers.  She opened the door, the early evening
darkness helping her, and sprinted into the Post Office.  She looked left
and right and spotted the line of P.O.  Boxes.  She ran along them, her
breasts bouncing and face awash with color until she spotted number 219. 
Using the key Sharon had given her she opened the tiny box, grabbed the
envelope contained within, and sprinted back to her car.  Once seated the
tore open the envelope and pulled out a ten dollar bill and another note
from Sharon.

   Kimmie,

   Did you happen to notice the video cameras?  Someone is going to have
fun reviewing tonight's tape.  Your next stop is the Chevron Station at the
corner of Park and Ninth.  There is a friend of mine working tonight, her
name is Cindy, and she has the two things you need.  You may have noticed
that you are running low on gas.  You are to get ten dollars worth, and I
expect to see a receipt tomorrow or you'll be dressing for work on campus
from here on out.  Don't worry, Cindy will give it to you after you pump
your gas.  Of course, as it's getting pretty late, you'll have to prepay.
Won't that be fun?  So, go in, pay for your gas.  Walk back out.  Pump the
ten dollars worth and then go back in the store where Cindy will give you
your receipt and the next envelope in your little scavenger hunt.  Have
fun!

   Sharon

   No!  It was one thing to drive around town naked and sneak into places,
but to now have to include someone else in this game was too much.  How
could Sharon do this to her?  And she had not noticed the cameras but
realized she should have; there were ubiquitous these days, you couldn't
hide from their gaze.

   Nervousness and anxiety kept her tense as she pulled from the Post
Office and drove to the Chevron Sharon had mentioned.  It was only about
five miles away and it took her little time to reach the brightly let gas
station.  Unlike the Post Office, the gas station was busy.  It wouldn't be
just Cindy that she'd be exposing herself to but the other patrons as well
as the busy streets that skirted the station.

   She steeled up her courage, clasped the money in her hand and opened the
door.  Sound of the night greeter her ears; cars racing by on the busy
streets; shoppers filling their cars and two men chatting in front of the
store.  Their conversation ended as Kimberly walked by them into the store
trying desperately to shield her breasts and pussy from view with her
hands. She could feel their stare and as she approached the counter, a tall
woman wearing a nametag that read "Cindy" cackled at her.

   "I guess I was wrong."

   "Ten dollars on pump seven, please." She was shaking and was certain if
this got any worse she would wet herself on the spot, so nervous was she
that she had to pee.  She couldn't keep herself covered any more than she
could keep the fear from her voice.  She sounded childlike as she handed
the money to Cindy who took it smiling.

   Kim turned and ran from the store, back across the parking lot where
every man and woman pumping gas was staring at her.  She lifted the nozzle
and placed it in the car and as the gas pumped in she crouched down between
her car and the pump, trying to hide from the curious and gasping
onlookers. She was shaking in fear.  Mocking words drifted to her and on
the street horns sounded as her naked body was witnessed by even more
strangers.

   The pump clicked off.  Kim stood, returned the nozzle into the pump and
made her second humiliating journey into the store.  There was a couple
waiting at the register in front of her that was kind enough to let Kim
skip ahead.  Cindy was waiting for her.  "Here you go," she said handing
Kim her receipt and another envelope.  Kim took them, uttered a polite and
involuntary, "thank you," and ran from the store.  Cindy's words made her
crimson face burn even more, "next time," Cindy said, "try wearing some
clothes when you come in."

   She could hear the laughter of the other patrons as she climbed in her
car and sped off, away from the brightly lit station and into the comfort
of the dark.  Two miles ahead she pulled over and opened the envelope,
pulling another note and yet another key from the paper embrace.

   Kimmie,

   I would love to see your face right now.  I bet it's as red a Rudolph's
nose!  Do you know the Post Office near your house?  Well, this key is for
P.O.  Box 1187.  I figured since you now knew about the camera's you'd have
more fun posing for them; you did say you liked showing off as I recall. 
Have fun.

   Sharon

   How much longer?  Kim wondered.  She'd been doing this for almost an
hour now and she felt as if she's been up for days.  Her body was tense,
her heart racing and she couldn't seem to sit still.  She wanted this game
to end.  She took a deep breath, another, and by the fourth she was driving
again.

   Unlike the first Post Office, there were no other cars in the parking
lot.  She took that as a good sign and after parking she opened the door
and ran into the building.  Nobody was present and in less than thirty
seconds she was once again sitting in the comfort of her own car with
another envelope in her possession.  She had seen the video cameras this
time and hated Sharon all the more for pointing them out to her; ignorance
certainly was bliss.  She tore open the envelope and this time there was no
key.  There was only another hand written note.

   Kimmie,

   Last stop; I bet you're happy to hear that.  You're other two keys are
sitting securely in the top drawer of my desk on campus.  See you tomorrow!
And have fun!

   Sharon.

   Kim shook her head in fury.  She was heading back to where it all began.
She drove back across town, back to the campus where the day had been so
horrible both with her student's non-stop chatting and Sharon's evil game.
She was starting to wonder if maintaining her job here was worth the
aggravation she had to endure to keep it.  When her house was safe and the
mortgage current, she'd quit the job as a stripper and then put Sharon in
her place.  It would only be for a few months, she reasoned.  The thought
made her shake all the more; she had been Sharon's doll for what, a week
now?  Already she wanted out.  Could she handle it for months?  Some of the
things had been exciting but that was not Sharon's doing.  She knew Sharon
didn't care if Kimberly enjoyed herself.  To Sharon it was all about abuse
and power.

   She pulled into the parking lot not certain if she'd be able to handle
her current situation for the time required.  Pondering her future, she
parked and quickly entered the English wing.  There, in Sharon's desk
drawer as the note had promised, were Kim's two remaining keys.  The
knowledge that she had been so close to them when the game had started was
brutal and it gave Kim a sense as to the kind of person Sharon really was.

   Twenty minutes later Kim was crying in her shower unable to wash the day
away.

   5

   Right about the time that Kim was streaking the second Post Office,
Sharon was walking into Abercrombie's.  She spotted Vera standing bored
behind the register and when Vera spotted Sharon, Vera's face lit up like a
child receiving their first puppy.  She really did look like she wanted
this to happen, Sharon thought.  She crossed the store and stood next to
Vera.  "You have something for me?" She thought it was wise to start with a
dominant tone and not let Vera change her mind.  The smile still etched on
the young woman's face showed that Vera wasn't about to.

   "Yes." She pulled out her purse, opened it, and handed three folded
sheets of paper to Sharon.  "Here you go; everything you'll need for your
guarantee." She coughed when she finished speaking.

   Sharon took them and walked from the store.  Five minutes later she
returned, the papers locked in her car.  She had realized what they were
and while she wasn't certain it was as bad as Vera thought, the young woman
thought it was and that was what mattered.  Returning to Vera's side,
Sharon said, "Do you really think that's enough?"

   "Oh, yes!" Her tone convinced Sharon that Vera really did believe what
she had just conceded would be enough to ensure her compliance.  She looked
around and spoke softly, almost conspiratorially, "if my mother found out I
had an abortion, she'd kill me.  The papers are the proof of it and my
mother's work and home numbers.  I'd do anything to keep that secret from
her."

   Sharon took a long look at Vera.  She had long brown hair and dark eyes
and a color about her that showed some nationality that Sharon could not
define.  She had full lips and full eyebrows and a small, pert nose.  Her
breasts were smaller than Kim's and Vera stood a good three inches shorter
than Sharon's five foot nine.  She looked comfortable in her body and when
she smiled her face seemed to glow with happiness.

   "Very well.  We'll talk after the store is closed."

   Twenty minutes later, the chain gate that Vera had raised at the start
of the day once again blocking the entrance to the store, Vera and Sharon
were sitting in the back at a folding table on ugly folding chairs with
thin brown padding.  Vera was nervously drinking a bottle of water while
Sharon sipped a Diet Coke she had purchased from the food court right
before they closed.  Sharon watched as Vera struggled to sit still; the
young woman was obviously nervous.  Well, Sharon thought, she's mine now.

   "So, you want this to happen right?"

   Vera shook her head up and down like a hungry baby bird.

   "When was the first time you realized that you liked exposing yourself?"

   Vera spoke, her eyes vacant as if she wasn't there; she was in the past,
reliving the experience, "I remember the first time I went naked where I
wasn't supposed to.  I was in seventh grade and it was after the last
period of the day; the school was mostly empty.  I had stayed behind to
finish some assignment when the idea came to me.  I am not sure where the
thought came from, maybe from T.V., from something I had read?  I don't
remember.  So," she sounded excited and Sharon could see her trembling
slightly, "I just pulled my shorts and panties off and sat, naked from the
waist down, at my desk.  I remember the feeling of the cold plastic on my
butt and how I couldn't seem to sit still.  I was nervous; you have no
idea. My eyes were riveted to the door, imagining that at anytime someone
could come in unannounced and then what would I do?  I had never been more
excited in my life.  The idea that someone could catch me, that's what
hooked me.  If I were spotted, seen, what would I do?  That thought
appealed, certainly, but the idea that seemed to resonate the most was that
I wanted to be seen.  How crazy is that?"

   She paused and looked at Sharon who had remained quiet.  She waited,
wondering if Sharon was going to say something.  When she didn't, Vera
continued.  "So, I stood up and carried my shorts and panties to the front
of the classroom and put them on the teacher's desk.  Before I could
convince myself I was nuts, I pulled my blouse over my head, dropped it
with my skirt and unfastened my bra.  There I was, naked save for my shoes
and socks, standing in the front of the classroom, shaking like mad and as
aroused as I had ever been.  But I wanted to see how far I could push it. I
walked back to my desk, sat down, and tried to finish what I was working
on. I kept glancing at the door, at my clothes sitting twenty feet away and
then down to my paper where the writing was more jagged lines than my
normal handsome penmanship."

   She took a sip of water, "It was too much, I was so excited that I got
up, darted to the desk and dressed.  I had wanted to continue but at that
point there was something more pressing I had to deal with.  A few minutes
later I masturbated to orgasm for the first time outside of my bedroom."

   Sharon took a sip of her drink.  She was looking at the flush on Vera's
cheek; she was aroused at the memory.  "Were you caught?"

   "Not then, no."

   "When were you witnessed the first time?"

   Vera laughed a nervous little chuckle, "two days later doing the exact
same thing.  One of the other students came by to see if the teacher was in
and saw me sitting naked at my desk with my hand in my kitty.  I don't know
who was more embarrassed me or her, but I was the one that had an orgasm in
the classroom and she was the one that ran out the door."

   Sharon licked her lips, "I see.  What was the most embarrassing thing
you've done?" It was the answer she wanted to hear; it was the experience
she planned to top as quickly as she could.

   "Wow, you don't waste time." She smiled as she spoke and it made her
look even younger.  "That's an easy one.  Two years ago I got an idea in my
head to lose my bathing suit; I had read a story like it online I think.  I
went to the local Y.M.C.A.  and spend a good hour working on my tan and
trying to get the courage up; this was going to be the biggest thing I had
done.  I had not brought a change of clothes with me; if this worked then
I'd be going home naked.  So after an hour of sunning myself I jumped in
the pool and swam around a bit, doing a few laps.  I swam right up to the
skimmer port, that part of the pool that pulls water into the pump.  Well,
I dove down, stripped off my clothes and came back up with my suit in my
hand.  Before I had a change to change my mind, I pushed my suit into the
skimmer and watched it get sucked in.  I had done it; I was naked in public
with no change of clothes.  I nearly came on the spot!  Instead, I
shrieked, climbed from the pool and with all those eyes on me I ran into
the locker room, grabbed my keys from the locker and ran out to my car."

   "Are you wearing panties?"

   Vera shook her head.  "No."

   "I think I told you to call me Miss Reed."

   "No, Miss Reed."

   "Good.  You're going to have a new dress code," Sharon began, "and I
have a homework assignment for you.  First, did you imagine that scenario
with Kimmie for you or for her?"

   "For me, Miss Reed."

   "I thought so.  What would you have done differently?"

   She pushed back from the table and with a quick intake of breath Vera
unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it.  She set it on the table and
sat back down, the brown fabric sticking to her naked ass.  She parted her
legs, spreading them wide until her open pussy was visible to Sharon's
gaze. "I'd have wanted to sit like this in the window." She made a
confession then that surprised her, and that she'd soon regret, "this is
what you want to keep hidden," she rubbed her sex, "so this is what needs
to be the least covered."

   Sharon watched Vera sitting exactly as she forced Kim to sit in her car
and at her desk and was amazed at Vera's admission that it should be seen.
Vera was digging herself a nice, deep hole.  "I see," Sharon said.  "Do you
live alone?"

   "Yes, Miss Reed."

   "Then take off the rest of your clothes, you won't need them tonight. 
You're leaving her naked, got it?"

   Vera shivered in excitement, "yes, Miss Reed."

   "Okay.  I'm going to follow you to your place where we're going to lay
down some rules for you to follow as well as your dress code.  This dress
code is a permanent part of your life now, or mommy finds out about the
abortion.  Expect your co-workers to see a lot more of you, too.  Tonight,
after I leave your place, you're going to write up a list of five things
like the mannequin trick that you've always wanted to try but were too
afraid to.  If they're too tame, then I'll just make them that much worse,
got it?"

   Vera could only nod, her voice was stolen from her as her fantasies
played out.

   "Wonderful.  Let's go."

   Sharon followed Vera out the back door.

   6

   Emily sat in her car parked outside Sharon's house with a large camera
sitting next to her in the passenger seat.  She had been there for three
hours now and still the English professor had not returned home.  No
matter, Emily thought, there is always discomfort in things worth pursuing.
She reclined her seat a little more and settled in for the evening.  She
would spend the night here if she needed to, the story was that big.  She
could feel it.

   7

   Vera's lived alone in a quiet apartment complex with neighbors above her
and to her left.  She had bravely walked into her apartment, her nudity
barely fazing her and Sharon got the impression that Vera routinely stepped
outside her apartment naked.

   Sharon sat on Vera's bed exactly as she had as Kim's.  She smiled at
Vera and said, "Do you have any garbage bags?"

   Vera rushed to get them, her bare breast bouncing as she ran.

   "Good.  Now, throw all your panties and bras and slips away, anything
that's considered underwear is a thing of the past, got it?"

   Blushing, Vera said, "Yes, Miss Reed."

   Sharon smiled.  She was having fun with this.  When she had done this
with Kim it had been spur of the moment and she hadn't had the time to
savor the power.  Now, she knew exactly what she was doing and she was
enjoying it.  She watched as Vera placed all her underwear in the garbage
bag.  She remembered some of the rules she had put out for Kimberly and
repeated the second one.  "Now, you're no longer allowed to wear pants,
sweats, shorts; anything with legs is a thing of the past.  You're a skirt
and dress girl now; we want easy access to your no longer hidden parts. 
And every skirt or dress you wear will be short enough so that when your
arms hang down, all your fingers touch skin."

   Vera was trembling; her nipples were hard points as Sharon's words
fueled her arousal.

   "Go get a chair."

   Vera ran from the bedroom and returned with one of the four chairs that
made up her dinette set.

   "Sit down."

   Vera sat, her legs demurely crossed, one over the other.

   "Now," Sharon was toying with her, "do ladies run around without
panties?"

   Confusion washed across Vera's face, "no, Miss Reed."

   "No.  That's right.  And since you do run around without panties, that
means you're not a lady and so you are not allowed to sit like a lady. 
Uncross your legs."

   Both of Vera's feet hit the floor with an audible thump.

   "Spread your legs.  Come on, wider than that."

   Vera inched her knees apart.  First her knees were parted about two
inches and still Sharon made a motion with her hands for her to spread them
wider.  Six inches and Sharon kept watching her.  Finally where her knees
were a foot apart, Sharon stopped her, "that is as close together as your
knees are ever allowed to be.  Remember, you're the one that said your
pussy needed the least amount of covering.  If you're sitting, you spread
your legs that wide.  Same thing if you're standing.  I may tell you to
spread them wider," she made Vera open her thighs as wide as possible. 
"Like that.  If I say 'spread' you open your legs as wide as you can,
otherwise, you'll keep them open just like you had them.  Show me."

   Vera closed her legs but kept her knees parted the required foot.

   "You got it.  Now, that pubic hair has to go.  We don't want anything to
distract roaming eyes from your pussy, now do we?"

   "No, Miss Reed."

   "Exactly.  Do you have a cell phone?"

   Vera nodded.

   "Give me the number." Vera obeyed and returned to her seat.  As
required, she spread her legs.  "Any text message you get from me is an
order and I don't care where you are, you'll obey.  I promise I'll be
spying on you to make sure.  Got it?"

   Again, Vera could only nod.

   "Good.  It's getting late," and I'm very horny, she thought, "So I'm
going.  Skirts or dresses only, no underwear and keep your legs parted. 
I'll drop in on you tomorrow at work to get your suggestions."

   "Yes, Miss Reed."

   Vera escorted Sharon from her apartment and as Kim had done the first
night Sharon had made her box up her clothes, Vera dropped to the floor and
masturbated to a loud and satisfying orgasm.

   On her way home, Sharon made a phone call.

   8

   A loud car pulled into Sharon's driveway.  Finally, Emily thought
excitement bubbling within her.  She hoisted the camera up and snapped a
few pictures of the young man that stood on Sharon's porch.  He looked
confident and comfortable, and Emily got the impression that it was not the
first time he had been to Sharon's home.  A minute or two later, Sharon
pulled in aside the car and nearly ran to the porch.  She kissed the young
man passionately and before she could open the door to her house, Sharon
had pulled the young man's shirt off to reveal his strong, hairless chest.
Emily snapped pictures of it all and wondered who he was and what he had to
do with Kimberly Turner.

   Forty minutes later, standing on the porch, Sharon kissed the young man
again.  She was wearing a bathrobe and the man was standing in the doorway
wearing a pair of boxers, his jeans and shirt in his hands.  As he slipped
on his sneakers, Sharon kissed him twice more.  He made his way to his car
as Sharon closed the door.

   Emily snapped pictures of it all.

   The man pulled from the driveway.  Emily set the camera in the seat next
to her and followed Jason from Sharon's home.

   Chapter 8

   1

   Vera stared at the computer screen, the blinking cursor mocking her,
wondering what to reveal.  Her thoughts were jumbled and fragmented;
fantasies intermixed with past experiences raced through her mind and the
still blinking cursor taunted her, each pulse of the blinking line like
another dagger of laughter.  Did she give up all her secrets, or did she
leave the darkest, most humiliating things she wanted to try trapped inside
her to fester?  Her mind wandered and she could feel her body respond.  Her
racing thoughts were arousing her; her nipples hardened and she could feel
her tidy sex growing damp as her fingers dropped to the keyboard.

   Miss Reed,

   I was not entirely certain what to type.  It took me nearly an hour
after I started to put the first word down.  How silly is that?  This is
what I wanted and I am still hesitating.  See why I need to be forced; left
to myself I seemingly always find a way to stop short of the thing I want
the most.  I've been that way my whole life I suppose; maybe that's why I
don't have a boyfriend to do this with.  Maybe I stop myself from obtaining
that happiness, too.

   Anyway, that's not what you wanted to hear.  You asked for a list of the
things from my fantasies that I have imagined and would like to experience.
At least, I think that's what you wanted.  Last night is still such a blur
that I woke up feeling hung-over and I hadn't had a single drink.  The
mannequin trick that, what's her name, Kim I think, did in my stead, was
one fantasy that I have wanted to try.  I actually sat in the window naked
after the mall had closed; too much of a coward to try that alone.  See? 
Force me.

   I read and reread those last two words and almost deleted them.  But,
I'm being truthful here and so I'm going to leave them in the hopes when
I'm done you'll understand me a little more.  That's not one, I mean it was
but I guess you want five new ones.  So, here goes.

   1.  I have imagined taking a flight from one city, heading back home.  I
Imagined going through security in nothing but a small bikini, I can just
see all the stares that will garner.  Then, after the plane takes off, I
get up, and flush my bikini in the plane's toilet.  Can you picture that;
naked, in the air with no clothes and no way to cover up as you fly home
and then you have to get from the airport to your apartment after you land.
Something along those lines; I haven't worked through all the details.

   2.  I have imagined taking a one week or maybe a two week vacation where
you fly there and your suitcase that you have with you is packed with very
little clothing or, maybe, no clothing at all.  A week naked, even if you
didn't want to be seen you would be.  Checking into a hotel, going to eat,
all with a very limited and revealing set of clothes if any clothing at
all. Like what if I arranged a trip and you packed for me; then I'd have no
idea what I'd be wearing until I got there.  This one has played into the
top one for more than one session with my vibrator.

   3.  As you may have guessed I have imagined working in the nude, but in
such a way that I had to.  Maybe my employment was tied to my nudity.  If I
worked even once dressed I'd be fired.  A little weak but it has the
possibility of lasting a long time.  It would be like the mannequin but I
couldn't hide as I'd be working and I wouldn't be able to pretend I wasn't
there.

   4.  Driving as far from home as I can; discard my clothes and then
driving home.  This one's kinda tame, I guess, but I've done things similar
with clothes locked in the trunk and I can tell you how vulnerable you can
feel even with the safety net so close.

   5.  Visiting my friends naked and having them see me and maybe order me
around.  This one would probably be the worst of all!  I have flashed
myself countless times and I have gone naked where I shouldn't more than
most people but I have never been able to cross this barrier.  There's
something safe in being anonymous.  You flash a guy and he thinks he's
having a great day and then when you and he are separate you'll never hear
from him or about it again.  But, if you say, go to a party with people you
know or are close to and they take control of what you wear and what you
blatantly reveal, then that will come up again and again until, hell, maybe
forever!  I have given that a lot of thought and this one is defiantly the
worst.  You should ask Kim about it, I bet you she's given the matter a lot
of thought!

   I hope this is what you wanted.

   Vera printed it out and then signed her name at the bottom.  She read it
once, reread it, and then folded the note in thirds and placed it in an
envelope that she quickly sealed.  She did not want to edit what she'd
written with afterthoughts.  She wrote Miss Reed on the envelope and shoved
it in her purse.

   Ten minutes later, lying on her bed with her vibrator humming steadily
within her sex, Vera came with thoughts of her fantasies finally coming
true.

   2

   Emily Bradford stared at the computer screen, the blinking cursor
marking her place, and wondered about the rest of her story.

   She had stopped Jason the night before.  He had pulled into his driveway
and she had swung in behind him so quickly that he had had to jump out of
the way to prevent her from hitting him.  Her pulse had been racing as she
climbed out of her car; her tape recorder spinning unseen in the purse
clutched in her hand, and confronted Jason.  Her words, when they came,
were louder than they needed to be, "how long have you been having sex with
Sharon Reed?"

   He had stared at her, looking scared.  It had reminded Emily about the
time her little brother had stolen money from their grandma's purse and
when he had been called on it he had had a similar expression on his face,
it looked like he was about to piss his pants.  It was the same look that
was etched on the young man's face staring at her.  "I, uh."

   "What's your name?"

   "Jason." His own name stuttered from his lips.

   "How old are you, Jason?"

   The young woman before him was pretty and frightening and he didn't know
if he should run away or ask her for her number.  He felt tense and when
she began questioning him, standing so close that he could smell the sweet
fragrance of her perfume combined with the sour smell of her feminine
sweat, he couldn't concentrate.  He stammered out his age, "nineteen.  I'm
a student at the college."

   Emily stepped back; the story about Kimberly Turner seemed to wane in
importance.  She had evidence with the tape recorder and the camera in her
car that the senior, tenured instructor on campus was having sex with a
student.  He was legal now but when did it start?  That thought was
mind-boggling.  Her mouth fell open at the scope of her discovery. 
Thinking quickly, so as not to lose her advantage, she continued, "how long
have you been having sex with Sharon Reed?"

   "I don't know.  A year or two."

   So, it started when he was sixteen and he was admitting it.  "What else
do you do for her?"

   "Lots of stuff.  Look," he paused with his face hung and his eyes
staring at his feet.  "You're not going to say anything are you?  I mean, I
help her out with computer stuff, and I get to have sex.  What guy wouldn't
take up a deal like that, you know what I mean?"

   To Emily he sounded defensive, and she guessed that he was.  "What kind
of computer stuff?"

   "I work on her computer when it's broke.  I'm good with them and this
past week I helped her set up a web page.  It's a good one too," he looked
up then and grinned the grin of a lecherous old man; he looked as if he was
proud of what he'd done.  "It stars one of the teachers she works with.  I
don't know if the other teacher knows about it though.  I don't think she
does."

   Holy shit!  "What's the address of the web page?"

   Jason told her.

   Emily could still see him shaking slightly but the fear in his voice had
been replaced.  Now he sounded confident and proud.  The story of Kim was
directly tied to the sexual trysts of Sharon.  Emily was the one shaking
now as the realization of what she'd discovered took hold.  She swallowed
once and said, "Don't tell anybody about this conversation." With that she
had climbed in her car and driven away.

   Now, with the night before written down and the cursor blinking at her,
Emily wondered how to continue.  She had seen the web page that Jason had
set up for Sharon and felt bad for Miss Turner.  The poor woman was
broadcasting her naked pussy live to the world and she didn't even know it.
There were pictures of her naked and videos of her masturbating.  What kind
of woman was Sharon to do that to another person?  Sick or evil?  And did
it even matter?

   She saved her story and turned off her computer.  She needed to confront
Kim next; her attire was directly related to the revealing web page and
thanks to Jason she knew that Sharon was involved in that as well.  Sharon
and Kim had begun carpooling at the same time Kim's outfits became much
more revealing and Jason had said the page had been up about a week as
well. Everything was connected and Emily just needed a few more pieces for
the shape of the puzzle to be revealed.  With the two of them carpooling,
Emily reasoned she would have another late night as she'd only be able to
visit Miss Turner in the evening.

   Oh well, she thought, it's worth it.

   3

   Sharon stared at the computer screen, with no cursor blinking, and
wondered if she should charge admission to the page.  Surely the pictures
and live video feeds were worth something; the time she spent watching Kim
dance at Pussy Cats had certainly driven home the point that advertisers
had known for decades: sex sells.  She still couldn't believe the number of
men that had paid Kimmie for the strips of paper holding her pubic hair.

   Sharon shut down the computer, showered, and then dressed in a
comfortable pants suit.  She made it a point to wear clothing that would
contrast with Kimmie's revealing attire; the disparity, she was certain,
would help to keep the little bitch tame and humbled.  And, it made Sharon
feel powerful.  She was not accustomed to the pleasure she got from
dominating Kim and now Vera but she was certain that she did not want it to
end.  Dressed and made up, Sharon drove to Kim's house.

   Sharon rang the bell and a naked Kim answered, hiding behind the door.
Sharon couldn't help but laugh at how embarrassed she looked, and so early
in the morning.  She commented on it and Kimberly blushed even more.

   "Good morning, Miss Reed."

   "So," Sharon choked back a laugh, "what time did you get home?"

   "A little after ten I think," Kim replied.  "I didn't really look at the
time." And it was much later than that when the tears stopped, she thought
but didn't add.

   Sharon grinned and the look reminded Kim of a gargoyle's smile; sardonic
and evil and mocking all at once.  "Was it fun?"

   "No, Miss Reed." She hung her head as she waited for the words she knew
was coming.

   "Then we will definitely play it again." She stepped into the dining
room and walked towards Kim's bedroom.  "Let's pick out your outfit for the
day." Sharon knew exactly the game she had planned for her little Kimmie
Doll.  She grabbed the denim skirt that was a size too big and handed that
to Kim as Kim stepped into the bedroom.  She pawed through the clothes in
the closet and grabbed the smallest blouse she could find, a tiny, tan
camisole top.  "Here you go," she said.  "Comb your hair out straight and
meet me outside so I can watch you dress." Sharon left Kim holding the two
pieces of clothes and made her way to her car.

   Kim made her way into the bathroom and pulled the rubber bands from her
hair.  It was the first time Sharon had let her wear her hair down since
this nightmare began and Kim couldn't help but wonder if it was just
because she had already put her hair up that Sharon made her change it. 
She suspected that was the reason.  She combed her hair and then made her
way to the front door.  She looked out the peep hole and seeing only Sharon
standing by her car, Kim opened the door, grabbed her purse and shoes, and
stepped outside.  As she had the day before she hastily dressed.  She
dropped the camisole top over her head.  The top was too small to cover her
completely; it ended at her belly button and the swell of her breasts
pushed against the fabric once again revealing her fully while keeping her
entirely covered.  Her nipples stood proud and through the tan shirt she
could see them.  She pulled on the skirt and found that the once size
larger made the skirt too loose to wear.  She figured it would be
constantly slipping lower and she would be spending the day adjusting the
skirt.  Her mouth fell open at the thought; she wasn't allowed to adjust
her clothes.  It was why Sharon had picked out the larger size, she
reasoned.  But the rule that Sharon had made came after she had purchased
the skirt.  Did Sharon plan this?  Maybe, she thought, the rule is what
made Sharon think of the skirt now.  She had no way of knowing.

   "That's not going to work," Sharon said walking towards Kim.

   "Miss Reed?"

   "The skirt's too long.  Hand me your scissors."

   Kim did not think the skirt was too long; the larger size however did
let her reveal less of her charms.  Wisely, she kept quiet and pulled the
scissors from her purse.

   "Give me the skirt and then get in the car."

   Kim glanced around and as quickly as she could she unsnapped the skirt.
She handed it to Sharon and then raced to the car.  She pulled the door
open, climbed in and shut the day away with a loud thud.

   Sharon grabbed the scissors and cut an inch off the skirt all the way
around.  It had been shortened with the rest of Kim's skirts but today had
been the first time she had seen Kim wearing it.  She held it up, decided
it wasn't enough and cut another inch off.  It was now two inches shorter
and Sharon was happy with it.  Happy because she knew Kim would not be; the
two went together.

   She made her way to the car and climbed in, handing Kim the shortened
skirt and the scissors.  "Spread," she said.  With that she pulled away.

   Kim kept her head bowed, she couldn't think of a way to ask to be
humiliated and the consequences of not asking always seemed intolerable. 
Finally, shaking at the words, Kim asked, "Miss Reed, to humiliate me, may
I cut another half inch off the skirt?"

   Sharon was elated, "oh, by all means." She was actually giddy.

   Kim shortened the skirt another half inch half wondering exactly how
much of her would be exposed when she slipped the skirt on.  The other half
of her didn't want to even try the skirt on; that half of her wanted to
hide in her house and lock the door and disappear.  Disappear; that word
made her smile.  She would love to be invisible right now.  She had been
seen way too much lately.

   Sharon parked the car in the employee lot and climbed free.  Kim did the
same and hastily donned the skirt.  Wearing it she wanted to cry.  The
skirt covered nothing was the best way for Kim to describe it.  It slipped
along her ass, dividing it in two and in front, the thin line of her sex
was clearly visible.  She tugged the skirt as low as she could and still
she was uncovered.  One more tug and the skirt fell from her grasp, sliding
half way down her thighs before she caught it.  She shrieked and pulled the
skirt up to her narrow waist again.

   Sharon could only laugh at Kim's obvious distress.

   Kim looked at Sharon pleadingly and if Sharon took notice, she made no
attempt to acknowledge the look.  "Let's go," Sharon commanded.  "Keep your
head up and do not touch that skirt until you get to class."

   Kim followed behind Sharon taking exaggerated steps, struggling to keep
the skirt on her hips.  She was pleading with fate, begging, praying,
anything to anyone in the hopes that the skirt would not falter.  It did.
Each step Kim took the skirt moved lower until forty feet from her
classroom the skirt fell to her knees.  She shrieked and instinctively her
hands dropped.  She pulled her skirt up to her hips again, oblivious to the
look Sharon gave her.  Half a dozen students had seen the display and each
of them began to applaud the show that Kim was giving them.  Shamed and
scared, Kim turned and ran outside, holding her skirt to her waist.

   Sharon followed her back to Sharon's car.  "What the hell do you think
you're doing," Sharon spat, slapping Kim across the face so hard that Kim
saw stars.

   She was crying in shame.  She tried to speak but could only choke out
muted, incoherent sounds or frustration.  She looked at Sharon, her wet
eyes filled with pleas for compassion.

   Sharon bared her teeth.  "I guess I've been too hard on you," she said,
her voice gravely.  "Here, take my keys," she held them out to Kim.  "Go
home, take the day off, and you can come get me this afternoon."

   Kim looked at Sharon with hope.

   "Then," Sharon continued, "On our way home this evening, we'll stop and
have a nice dinner.  After we eat, we will go and buy some boxes, and I'll
help you pack."

   Kim shook her head and how body followed with soft tremors.

   "You don't like that idea?" Sharon waited for an answer.  When Kim kept
quiet, Sharon continued, "Then get your ass back in that building.  Do I
make myself clear?"

   During this, more students had arrived then the six or seven that had
seen her skirt fall the first time, and Kim knew the display would be worse
than before as now more students would see her skirt fall; there was no way
it would stay in place, it was just too loose.  "Yes, Miss Reed," Kim said,
choking back her tears.

   "I don't know why I keep giving you all these second chances," Sharon
said.  She had the tone of a man scolding a puppy that had just piddled on
the floor.  "I guess I'm just that nice."

   Once again Kim walked into the English wing.  She nearly made it to her
classroom door this time before the inevitable happened.  Her skirt fell,
dropping to her knees and then to her ankles.  She was effectively hobbled
by the denim but with Sharon eyeing her with malice she managed to keep her
face held high as she waddled the rest of the way to her classroom with her
skirt dragging on the tile floor.  Catcalls and applause rang out behind
her and the three students that were in her classroom all stood to watch
Kim bend and pull the skirt to her waist again.  One young woman helped Kim
to her desk and hushed the other two students.

   The first period Kim had her students read from their textbooks.  She
could do nothing more.

   By lunch every student on campus had heard of Kim's embarrassing
display. By the end of the day, Dean Water's had heard the story as well.

   4

   Jason Norgan stared at the computer screen, positioning the cursor over
Kim's naked pussy and clicked the mouse.  He clicked the button for the
live show and watched the video display of the teacher's denuded sex.  He
never seemed to get tired of the view and wondered if it was the subject
matter that attracted him or the fact that the professor was unaware that
she was being broadcast to the internet.  He figured it was the latter.

   Jason pondered what to say to Sharon.  The woman the night before had
rattled him, making him feel less like the man that he knew he was and more
like a young boy with his first innocent crush.  Should he tell Sharon
about the confrontation and the questions that he'd been asked as well as
reveal that he had answered them?  Or should he keep that conversation
quiet?  He recalled how he felt setting up the secretive video software and
web page; how masculine and important.  Secrets were powerful, he reasoned.

   So thinking, he put the thought of telling Sharon out of his mind.

   5

   Kim was silent as Sharon drove her home.  The whole day she spent
ignoring her students, having them work on previous assignments or
studying. Her mind was elsewhere; on vacant beaches or vacant mountain
resorts or vacant planets or vacant hillsides; anywhere but in view of
others.  The top she was wearing was thin and revealing and Kim had spent
the day with a book propped in front of her to keep that part of her body
hidden from the gaze of her students.  But, her pussy was exposed.  The
light from under her desk illuminated her thighs and she found the glow
distracting.  Not enough for her to shut her legs.  No, the phone message
she had received reminded her to keep her legs spread like a wanton slut.
To Kim, her day was intolerable.

   Sharon parked and followed Kim into the house.  Kim disobeyed another
rule by keeping her head bowed as she snuck naked into her home.  Sharon
had remained silent as well; she had simply watched the younger teacher
mope in the back seat with her legs spread and her breasts bouncing
unsupported under the thin top.  "To your bedroom, Kimmie," Sharon
commanded.

   Kim made her way to her bedroom.

   Sharon rifled through Kim's clothes and grabbed the thin, black dress
that hung in the closet.  "You'll wear this to work tomorrow," she informed
Kim.  Kim could only nod.  "Now, get on the bed."

   Kim climbed into bed.

   "Masturbate."

   Kim opened her mouth and then snapped it closed.  There was no use in
arguing.  She spent nearly twenty minutes fondling her breasts and pussy,
all under the watchful stare of Sharon before she was able to squeak out a
barely satisfying orgasm.  Her day had been too terrible for her to truly
enjoy it.

   Mocking her, Sharon said, "Since you haven't done that for the last few
days, I figured you'd need it.  I mean, there hasn't been an audience
around has there?" The truth was that she had just wanted to humiliate Kim
more.

   Kim remained silent, her legs slipping together as Sharon spoke.

   "Follow me," Sharon said as she grabbed Kim's dress.

   Kim walked along behind Sharon.  Sharon opened Kim's door and picked up
the white rug that had served as the doormat for two short days.  "This
goes with me.  For your little outburst this morning, you'll dress at work.
You can drive yourself in, tomorrow.  You'll park next to me and if you're
dressed or if there is anything in your car that you can use to cover
yourself, then, well, I think you know what'll happen."

   "Yes, Miss Reed." Her voice was tiny.

   "Have a good night, Kimmie." Laughing, Sharon carried Kim's dress and
Dressing Rug to her car and drove to visit Vera at the mall.

   6

   "Do you have something for me?"

   "Yes, Miss Reed," Vera said.  She was wearing a small, blue dress that
ended about three inches below the apex of Vera's thighs.  The dress was so
thin that Sharon had not needed to ask if Vera had gone without panties; it
was obvious that she had.  Vera called over to another employee, asked her
to "cover for me for a moment" and then Vera darted into the back of the
store.  She returned a moment later and handed Sharon the sealed envelope
with Miss Reed written on it in very feminine handwriting.

   "While I read this, go ask your coworker if your tits are too small. 
Pull your dress down when you do and show them to her."

   Vera smiled.

   Sharon opened up the envelope and read what Vera had written.  The young
woman definitely had an imagination and reading what Vera had put to paper,
her thoughts opened up to a whole litany of things to try with both Vera
and Kimberly.  She had thought she was being tough on Kim, but the last
item on Vera's list made her realize that she had been a little easy and
why the stuff at work had been so difficult.  She knew she would just have
to come up with ways to expose Kim to people that she knew.  Vera's
suggestion to ask Kim wouldn't be as fun as just having her do it and
witness the results.

   Vera, while Sharon was reading, walked over to Michelle, her coworker
for the evening, and asked, "Do you think these are too small?" With that
she slipped her hands into her dress and pulled the straps out and down,
revealing the twin globes of her pert breasts.

   Michelle's mouth fell open in surprise.  "Um," she looked around the
store wondering if Vera had gone mad and then finished, "no."

   "Thanks!" Vera put her breasts back in her dress and returned to
Sharon's side.  "She said they're not too small, Miss Reed."

   That fact that she was still smiling was not lost on Sharon.  "Well,
let's get a second opinion, shall we?  Step out of the store and the first
man you see ask him the same question in the same manner."

   Vera shook slightly but the smile did not fade from her face.  She spun
around and stepped into the corridor of the mall.  A middle-aged man of
about forty stepped past the store and as he did Vera stopped him.  "Sir,"
she asked, "are my breasts small?" As before she slipped her arms into her
dress and pulled the straps down, flashing the man her breasts.  Her dark
nipples were hard and the color contrasted with the paleness of her tits.

   "No, they are quite nice." He nodded his head in approval.

   "Thank you, sir." She pulled her dress up and returned to Sharon's side.
"He said they were nice, Miss Reed." She sounded happy.

   Sharon shook her head.  Vera was obviously enjoying herself.  A thought
entered Sharon's mind.  "You said you were the weekday manager here,
right?"

   Vera nodded.

   "Who's your boss?"

   "A man by the name of Curtis Kinsinton," Vera replied.  "He never shows
up unless something is going wrong; he's very hands off."

   "Do you have his number?"

   Vera made her way to the cash register where Michelle was still watching
her with a look of shock and curiosity.  Vera grabbed the number and handed
it to Sharon.

   Sharon took the card and pulled out her cell phone.  She hoped she'd be
able to lie to a man she didn't know as well as she had been able to lie to
Dean Waters.  "Yes, Mister Kinsinton?  Hi, my name is Sharon Reed and I
work over at the local college." There was a pause before Sharon continued,
"Yes.  Well, I am at the mall working with a nice young woman named Vera.
Yes, sir, the manager.  Well, I was wondering if you'd be willing to let
her help with a sociology experiment I am doing a paper on." Sharon paused
again as Curtis asked how Vera would help and what she needed his
permission for.  "Well, sir, I need her to wear some revealing clothing
while she does her normal duties." There was another pause and then Sharon
answered, "Well, nothing." Another pause and then Sharon concluded the
phone call with a grin on her face.  "That went well."

   Vera just looked at Sharon expectantly.

   "Take off your dress." Sharon was happy to see Vera's smile falter.

   "Here?"

   "I do not like repeating myself.  Take off your dress.  I find it funny
how men are, I told him you'd be wearing nothing and he went for it.  The
only stipulation he had was if any kids came in, then you'd have to scurry
to the back until they left.  So, Vera, your new work outfit is a pair of
shoes.  I think we can knock one of the things off your list.  I'll let you
explain things to your coworkers, but from now on, you will be naked at
work.  If I ever catch you dressed, then I'll see to it that you get fired.
So, as you requested, your nudity at work is now mandatory."

   Vera's nipples were hard points as she slipped the tiny dress over her
head.  She held the dress to Sharon.  Vera had shaved her pussy and Sharon
could see the young woman's sex was swollen with heat.  She was definitely
aroused by what she was doing.  Sharon shook her head, "give the dress to
your coworker and let her know what your new dress code is.  I Imagine,"
she was all but laughing now, "It'll take a lot less time to get ready for
work."

   Vera spent a few minutes explaining things to Michelle who was giggling
and pointing at Vera.  Sharon waited for Vera to return, her dress nowhere
to be seen.  "She said she won't let me cheat," Vera reported the
conversation to Sharon.

   Sharon had to smile.  "Good.  When are you off next?"

   "Saturday," Vera responded, her eyes wide.

   "Fine.  I'll come by your place and pick you up.  Plan on spending the
day with me."

   Her smile had returned, "Yes, Miss Reed."

   "I'll drop by tomorrow after I'm done for the day.  I expect to see all
of you.  Tell your friend that she can keep the dress.  You're driving home
naked.  Got it?"

   Again, "yes, Miss Reed."

   And with that, Sharon left Vera standing naked in Abercrombie's with the
knowledge that she'd spend the rest of her time working without clothes,
her nakedness visible to all.

   7

   Emily pressed the glowing button next to Kim's door.  Inside, she heard
the chime.  A full minute passed before she pressed the button a second
time.  The car in the driveway made Emily believe that Kim was home, but if
she was, she was definitely not answering the door.  The saying was that
you could lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink was as true as
you can ring a bell and not make the occupant answer.

   She rang the doorbell a third time.

   She heard movement behind the door and taking a chance, Emily called
out, "Miss Turner.  I know what Sharon is doing.  Let me help you."

   Slowly, the door inched open, and a naked Kimberly Turner stepped aside
to allow Emily Bradford into her home.

   Chapter 9

   1

   Kimberly awoke wearing a smile and an old nightgown she had found in her
dryer the night after Sharon had made her clear out her dresser and
closets. She had stashed the nightgown away in case Sharon went snooping
and waking, with the soft and comfortable cotton caressing her skin she
awoke feeling more normal than she had in over a week.  She yawned,
stretched, and yawned again.  She glanced at the alarm clock, surprised how
late it was; she had overslept.  From the warmth of her bed she heard the
phone bleat its annoying little beep and her smile grew as she chose to
ignore it.  It would be a message from Sharon and why, she wondered, would
she want to ruin the start of the day reading it?

   She yawned a third time, mumbled a polite "excuse me" even though she
was alone, and climbed from the bed to attend to her morning need.  She
finished in the bathroom, made a large cup of coffee and savored the strong
liquid until her cup was empty all while the phone continued its dual
beeping every two minutes.  She made a second cup of coffee and carried it
with her to the bathroom.  She took a long, leisurely shower, the smile
never leaving her face.  The night before had ended calmly even if it had
started with both joy and fury with what Emily had revealed.  Afterwards,
Kimberly had concluded that Emily could help her.

   But, there was one question that nagged at her.  She remembered thinking
how much she'd like to get Sharon to have to endure the same humiliations
that she'd had to suffer through and as she dried her body and dressed in
the longest skirt she had and the largest blouse she owned, she wondered if
instead of absolute freedom from Sharon's grasp, should she instead give
the woman a taste of her own, bitter medicine?  And, another thought
appeared, would Emily go along with it?  She knew that Emily wanted her
story more than anything and Kimberly figured that Emily would not bury the
story so that she could reap further vengeance upon Sharon.

   The phone rang, the muffled sound reaching Kimberly who stood brushing
her hair in the bathroom.  From the entrance foyer the cell phone rang
again.  Four rings, five.  After the seventh it stopped and almost
immediately her home phone announced its presence.  Sharon was going to be
furious and the thought made Kim laugh.  The home phone stopped ringing and
almost immediately her cell phone beeped again.  Kimberly ignored the cell
phone.  She made her way into the kitchen and used her home phone to call
the college and report that she'd be unable to come to work; she was taking
a sick day, she was not going to face Sharon today if she could help it.

   She called in sick, promised she would be in the next day, and hung up
the phone.  From the foyer, the cell phone beeped twice more.  Kim crossed
the kitchen and made her way to the phone.  She flipped open the display
and saw that she had missed two calls, both from Sharon, of course, and
that she had four new text messages.  Hitting the down arrow, Kim read the
messages.

   Where are you?  If you are not here in two minutes, you can get dressed
in your classroom.

   Your dress is in your classroom and that is where you will be dressing
from now one.  Got it?

   Your dress is now in MY classroom.  I'll see you when you get here.

   The last message made her laugh.

   There's going to be HELL to pay.

   Yes, Kim laughed, and you're going to pay it.  She had not felt this
happy in months.  She could almost hear the fury in Sharon's words and
could imagine her punching the keys on her phone with such force that her
fingertips turned white.  She almost wished she was at the college so that
she could witness it firsthand.  Oh well, she thought, I'll see it when I
confront her.  Then, shaking her head, she continued her musings; and I
will be sending her home naked.  With that thought, Kimberly wondered how
she'd be able to get Emily to agree or even if she'd ask.

   She turned off the cell phone, walked into the kitchen and made herself
a third cup of coffee.  She sat down on a barstool that rested before the
island, sipped her coffee and rehashed the conversation from the night
before.

   "Miss Turner.  I know what Sharon is doing.  Let me help you."

   Kim looked through the keyhole, recognizing the young woman that stood
on her porch.  Her face held genuine concern and her tone led Kim to
believe that, what was the young woman's name, Emily she thought, really
did know what was going on.  Not sure what to do but afraid to hesitate,
Kim opened the door, revealing her naked body to yet another person.  She
hid as best she could behind the door until Emily was inside and then
quickly, Kim shut the door.  "Sorry," she said, covering her breasts with
one hand and her denuded sex with the other.

   "Get dressed, please," Emily said, nodding as if to say "it's alright."

   She briefly wondered if it was a trick.  Did Sharon send her over as a
spy?  The look of compassion on her face and the softness in her eyes
convinced Kim that Emily was not secreted there by Sharon.  She nodded and
made her way to the back bedroom where she had hidden her lone nightgown.
She donned it, feeling the warmth of the cotton and the normalcy of being
dressed.  It was a luxurious feeling and she welcomed it, hugging herself.
She walked back to the foyer where Emily was waiting and after a quick
introduction, invented her into the kitchen.  "Would you like something to
drink?"

   "No, thank you.  I want to talk to you and show you something." She
pulled the pictures that Sharon had taken from her purse.  She handed them
to Kim who seemed both ashamed to see them and happy to have them back.

   "You got them from Sharon?" She spoke the name with venom on her tongue.

   She shook her head.  "I got them from your desk."

   Kim nodded, "yeah, Sharon had me put them there.  She made a joke then
about people snooping." Her cheeks flushed, "I guess someone did."

   "You work at the strip club?" Emily asked, pointing the stack of
pictures Kim clutched in her hands.

   Kim felt like she was being interviewed as she responded with a nod.

   "Why?"

   She led Emily into the dining room and the two of them took a seat at
the dinette table.  She repeated the story about her divorce and the
financial troubles she ran into, emphasizing how important her house was
and that she would have done anything to save it.  She recounted Sharon's
initial confrontation, the blackmail and the many humiliations she had
suffered including the streaking of Macy's, the humiliating outfits at
work, and the scavenger hunt that had her driving naked across town
including the impossible situation of pumping gas and entering the brightly
lit store to both pay and get a receipt.  She told the story of sitting as
a mannequin, facing the crowded mall wearing nothing but a blush and
holding two shirts both of which seemed to cry out to be worn.

   Emily's face paled as she listened to Kim's story.  The things this
woman had to perform were demeaning, dreadful and too horrible to imagine.
She was amazed at how strong Kim seemed to be; she held her head high as
she told her story.  Her cheeks were aflame with color, but her eyes, damp
as they were, still held her gaze and flashed with strength.  By the time
Kim finished telling of the abuse she endured as Sharon's puppet, Emily had
nothing but respect for the young teacher.  Then it was her turn to speak.

   She licked her lips.  "She isn't very nice, is she?" Emily shook her
head at the same time Kim did and they both laughed.  "She's having sex
with a student," she revealed to Kim.

   Kim looked at her, her mouth open, and then her lips curled into a huge
smile.  "That's..." she trailed off as the realization took hold.  She had
an out; she could put an end to her torment with the information Emily was
providing her.

   Emily nodded and continued, "That'll get her fired for sure.  Tenure or
not.  Probably arrested.  Blackmail is a felony.  I have evidence," she
pulled out some more pictures and a small tape recorder that held Jason's
confession.  "This will be enough to stop her from abusing you anymore."
She looked at Kim then and smiled.  She reached out and held Kim's hands in
her own.  "It will stop." She was nodding as she spoke.

   Kim cried tears of joy while laughing at the pictures of Sharon and
Jason on Sharon's front porch.  The thought of getting out from under
Sharon's thumb was almost as pleasant as the thought of seeing the
manipulative and evil woman getting destroyed by photos as had almost
happened to her.  There was a certain sense of justice to it that filled
Kim with happiness.  "Thank you." She could say nothing more.

   Emily said, "here's more." She watched Kim's eyes focused into hard
points.  "Sharon and Jason, that's the boy's name, set up a web page.  The
camera under your desk was recorded and uploaded to the internet." She
finished with a grimace, "Sorry."

   Rage and fury and hatred flared across her face.  Her eyes widened in
shock.  She wiped the moisture from her eyes with the back of her hand and
climbed to her feet, knocking the chair she was sitting in onto its back.
She stomped her foot and slammed her fists against the table so hard that
her hands hurt.  Slowly, with her chest rising and falling with rapid
breaths, she calmed herself.  "Sorry," she said, repeating Emily's last
word.

   Emily watched the tirade and when it passed smiled wanly, "It's
understandable."

   Kim made her way into the kitchen.  She grabbed a glass from the cabinet
and filled it with ice from the freezer before turning on the tap in the
island sink.  She filled the glass with water, took a large sip and then
topped the glass full.  She turned off the water, carried the glass back to
the dining room and set the glass on the table.  She righted the chair,
took a seat, and gripped her water with both hands to try and hide the
trembling.  She nearly succeeded.  "Sorry," she repeated.

   Emily stood up and hugged Kim.  She could feel the woman shaking in her
arms.  She embraced her silently, rocking her, during which Kim could only
hold her water glass and shake in rage and shame.  Both women were crying
and after five minutes, when Emily pulled away and wiped her eyes both
women said, "sorry."

   Emily laughed while Kim could only smile.

   "What are we going to do?" Kim's voice was small.

   Emily let out a sharp breath, "I want to publish the story in the
school's paper.  A story of blackmail, humiliation, and a teacher having
sex with an enrolled student; it's hard to pass up."

   Kim could see where she was coming from.  "I don't want my name
mentioned.  Can you do just the part about the sex with the..." she trailed
off.  "No, I guess not." She snorted in frustration, "If you turn her in
there won't be anything stopping her from turning me in.  She'll lose her
job and I will lose mine." She looked at Emily, at her blue eyes and small
lips, "I think I need to confront Sharon first, to get the videos and
pictures and web site down or this information," she pointed to the
pictures and the tape recorder that sat on the table next to Emily's purse,
"will be useless."

   Emily nodded noncommittally, almost shrugging.

   They spent the next two hours deciding that Kim would confront Sharon,
blackmail her with copies of Emily's information and then, when Kim was
free Emily would publish her story.  It seemed a reasonable compromise.

   Now, with the sunlight streaming in and the night before running through
her head, Kim concluded that she wanted to extract a little bit of
vengeance.  It seemed only fitting.  She would confront Sharon, humble her,
embarrass her, strip her and then get free of her.  Thoughts of Emily faded
as her own plans to get even with Sharon raced through her mind.

   Smiling, she took a hot shower, the water easing the tension in her
shoulders.  Dressed in her most conservative clothing, she left her house.

   She had some shopping to do.

   2

   There's going to be HELL to pay.

   Why the hell did that little bitch not answer her phone?  Sharon was
fuming by the time her second class started.  If she was sick, that was
fine, but she had been told, no, ordered to obey the phone as if it were an
order from Sharon and the fact that little Kimmie was not replying
infuriated her more than any of the rebellious little shit students of hers
could do.  Kimmie had to obey, and the fact that she wasn't meant there
would be retributions, reasons be damned.  Ignoring her was not an option
for her little Kimmie-doll.

   Her fingers played over her phone again, the tips white as Kim had
expected.  I will be over after work.  You had better be there.  She sent
the message, flipped the phone closed and returned her attention to the
students who were talking amongst themselves as if there was no authority
in the room at all.  She could feel a headache starting and knew two
things; her day was going to be horrible, and Kimberly's night was going to
be much worse.

   She couldn't have been more wrong.

   3

   Vera took a deep breath, her toes curling up into tight fists as she
pulled her blouse off her shoulders.  With her pulse racing (she wasn't
sure if it was fear or excitement) she kicked off her shoes and slipped her
skirt down her legs.  She unhooked her bra, freeing her pert breasts and
was not surprised to find her nipples already hard points.  She stepped out
of her tiny panties and then put her shoes back on.  Standing naked, she
scooped up her clothes and locked them in her locker, hanging her keys from
a coiled neon elastic encircling her wrist.  She could feel her heart pound
in her chest and she locked her clothes away and stepped, naked save for
her shoes, into the main room of Abercrombie's to start her first full day
of working naked.

   The room was cold and she could feel the heated arousal of her sex and
her nipples were so hard that they hurt.  She looked around and could see
Michelle working the register, ringing up a purchase of an early shopper.
Michelle smiled at Vera, but to Vera it looked more like a grin full of
teasing; Michelle seemed to enjoy what Vera was doing.  When the shopper
left, Michelle crossed the store and stood before Vera.  "Give me your
locker key."

   "What?" Vera asked, struggling to hide her nakedness behind her hands
and arms.

   "I told you yesterday that I wouldn't let you cheat.  If I have your
key, you can't go, run, and get dressed.  And," Michelle's eyes were bright
with merriment as she continued, "drop your arms.  If I catch you trying to
cover up today, I'll tell the woman making you do this and I bet you don't
want me to do that, do you?"

   Vera lowered her arms, displaying her pert breast with hard nipples and
her naked sex, swollen with arousal and denuded of pubic hair as Sharon had
commanded.  Her fingers were pulled into her palms as she tried struggled
to stay still under the watchful gaze of her co-worker.  Her legs were
spread shoulder width apart, again as Sharon had informed her that it was
how she needed to both stand and sit.  She felt exposed and aroused and she
knew Michelle could see it as well.  All of her was on display.

   "You like this," Michelle said.

   Vera nodded even though it was not a question.

   Michelle looked at the flush on Vera's face and at the young woman's
hands, curled into balls and almost felt sorry for her.  But, her legs were
spread and she could smell Vera's arousal, she did like what was being done
to her; it did not appear that she was being forced.  "Why are you standing
with your legs spread like that?"

   "I'm supposed to," Vera replied, her eyes downcast.

   "That close together?" Michelle was playing with her.

   Vera looked into Michelle's eyes and whispered, "Ma'am?"

   Michelle felt a surge of power at the submissive tone in Vera's voice,
and smiling, she took advantage of it.  "However you are supposed to stand
for the other woman, you need to spread them even wider for me.  Come on,
open up."

   A ripple of pleasure shot through Vera as she parted her legs even more,
sliding her feet nearly three feet apart.  Her naked pussy opened and the
cool air caressed her wet sex.  She sucked in a breath at the feeling.

   "Perfect," Michelle clapped.  "Now, don't close your legs today.  I'm
going to work the register and I'll give you the floor.  You will help as
many customers as you can.  When someone comes in, you walk up to them,
spread your legs, clasp your hands behind your back, and ask if they need
any help.  I agree with the rule that if a child comes in, you hide in the
back.  So, if a kid comes in, scurry to the back and have a seat with your
legs spread like that and I'll come back and get you when the coast is
clear."

   Meekly, Vera said, "yes, ma'am." She was trembling with need and shame
and wanted to run to the back to masturbate.

   "Great.  Now, give me your locker key."

   Vera pulled the keys off her wrist and uncoiled her locker key from the
spiral ring.  She handed the key to Michelle who took it and walked back to
the register.  Vera stood, feet spread and body tense with need in the
middle of the store.  She just stood there, not knowing what else to do. 
She imagined herself a living mannequin now, displaying herself as if she
were for sale with the rest of the clothes.  She was detached, seeing
herself as others would surely see her and her body tensed with pleasure.

   A chime sounded as two women entered the store.  Swallowing heavily,
Vera walked over to the shoppers, seeing the shock on their face and the
curiosity in their eyes.  She stood before them, spread her legs, once
again feeling her sex part, and clasped her hands behind her back so that
all of her, from red face to swollen pussy was blatantly displayed and
asked, "Can I help you ladies?" Her voice sounded normal to her and she
wondered briefly how that could be; this was definitely not normal.

   The two women, one blond and the other brunette, both looked young to
Vera; maybe they were college students, Vera was not certain.  The blond
one looked at Vera and blushed while the brunette stepped back nervously.
"Uh, no," the blond stammered, "we're fine." She was looking around as if a
joke was being played on her.

   "Well, if you need any help, just let me know." Vera realized how silly
she sounded.  How can a naked woman help other people pick out their
clothing?  She laughed nervously as she stepped deeper into the store and
once again spread her legs.

   Another chime and couple came in.  They appeared to be in their
mid-twenties.  The woman walked to a display of pre-torn jeans, pulling her
date, boyfriend, husband, Vera was not sure which, with her by his hand. 
She was looking at the jeans as Vera approached, took her humiliating pose
and asked if she could be of assistance.

   The man gawked at her and smiled, "maybe you should help yourself,
first."

   The woman stopped looking at the jeans, grabbed her man by his hand and
pulled him from the store.  "You should be ashamed of yourself," the woman
scolded Vera.

   Vera was ashamed, but her shame was dwarfed by her arousal and the
thrill she got by being naked and by revealing all of herself to strangers.
She was shaking in nervousness and excitement and lust.

   Michelle approached her and directed her into the back as a woman came
in with a small girl clutching a stuffed Teddy-Bear in tow, the chime
announcing their arrival.

   Vera ran into the back and as soon as she was out of sight, she dropped
into the same chair she had sat in while Sharon was taking control of her
fantasies, spread her legs as far apart as she could and began to rub her
clit furiously.  She bit her palm to prevent from crying out as an orgasm
raced through her body.  Her eyes were clenched shut, her body shaking as
every nerve ending in her body surged with orgasmic relief.  Her knees were
shaky and she was thankful that she was sitting because she did not think
her legs would be able to support her.

   Michelle applauded.  "Very nice." She smiled at Vera whose face flared
with color.

   Being seen masturbating was much more embarrassing than simply being
seen naked.  Her legs slammed shut and she said, "Oh, my God," as she
curled herself into a ball.  She grabbed her own thighs and tried to calm
her racing heart and shaking nerves.

   "Get back to work," was all Michelle said, turning with a smile to
return to the register.  She was having fun with Vera and was wondering how
she could get this game to continue outside of the store and how to make
the game even more intimate.  She'd figure something out.

   Vera climbed to her feet and snuck back into the main floor of the
store. Her face was flush and even the tops of her breasts seemed to turn
red with embarrassment.  She turned towards at Michelle and she spread her
legs, revealing herself to her co-worker.  She watched Michelle smile at
her and Vera couldn't help but smile back.

   A chime sounded and once again Vera made her way over to a customer,
displaying herself, embarrassing herself, and arousing herself.  "May I
help you?" she asked, her legs spread, her face red and her nipples hard.

   The man, maybe twenty, looked her up and down and smirked, "you sure
can. How about a blow job when you get off work?"

   Vera took a step back, exhaled sharply.  "With your shopping, can I help
you with your shopping?"

   He made another rude comment and stepped towards Vera.

   "Get out of the store!" Michelle stepped between Vera and the man and
pointed to the exit.  Her face was set and in there was a hardness in her
tone that made Vera believe that the man would leave.

   He did.

   "Don't worry about creeps like that," Michelle said, her tone softening.
"I know how to handle them."

   Vera surprised Michelle by hugging her and whispering, "thank you."

   "Get back to work," Michelle said with a smile on her face.  Vera was
the manager, but it was Michelle that was running the store.

   "Yes, Ma'am."

   And Vera's day of shame and fear and arousal and exposure and
nervousness and humiliation continued.

   Outside, the young man that had seen all of Vera, and had been scolded
by Michelle, he still couldn't believe that, dialed information on his cell
phone.  He was transferred twice and after an additional call later he
finally spoke to a gentleman named Curtis Kinsinton and explained what had
happened.  He was satisfied with what he heard and by the time he left the
mall, the only thing he remembered was the site of the pretty woman with
the naked pussy that had perky nipples.  It had been a good trip to the
mall, he mused, one his friends would not believe.

   He couldn't wait to tell them.

   4

   Emily finished the story and smiled a congratulatory grin.  It was good.
Precise, with strong words and at the end, as she reread it, she felt sorry
for Kim and rage at Sharon.  With luck, her readers would feel the same way
and the surge of sympathy Kim would reap from the story should help keep
her employed.  The actions that Sharon had committed against Kim made Emily
hope that the tenured teacher would lose her job.  She knew that she was
supposed to be dispassionate and impartial, but the things Sharon had done,
in her opinion, were unforgivable.  Smiling, she saved the story, printed a
copy, and shut down her computer.

   From her discussion the night before, she had to go see Jason and get
the web page pulled.  She knew he'd do it; her earlier confrontation with
him had convinced her of that.  She grabbed the two pages from her
computer, folded them and stuck them in her purse.  She made her way to her
car and drove back to Jason's house.  She parked, made her way to the door
and knocked.

   A woman with dark hair wearing a cotton blouse and faded jeans opened
the door.  "Can I help you?"

   "Is Jason here?" Emily asked.

   The woman smiled, obviously pleased, and shook her head, "he's still in
school, but," she glanced at a wall-mounted clock, "he should be home in an
hour or so.  Would you like to wait?"

   Emily pursed her lips, "I'll wait outside," she said, "if that's okay?"

   The woman, Jason's mother she assumed, said, "I wouldn't hear of it."
She ushered Emily inside and offered to get her something to drink which
Emily accepted with forced grace.  A long fifty minutes later Jason opened
the door.  During the time Jason's mother, Brenda, asked countless
questions of Emily and all of them lead to the one she seemed to want to
know most of all, "are you Jason's girlfriend?" The question revealed the
look of pleasure that had danced across Brenda's face when Emily had
arrived.

   "No, ma'am," Emily had politely replied.  "He's helping me with a story
I am working on for the college paper."

   The woman's face fell, "that's too bad.  You're very pretty."

   "Thank you."

   Now, Jason looked nervously at Emily who had crossed the living room to
greet Jason.  "We need to talk."

   Jason nodded.  "Be in shortly, mom," he said, leading Emily outside.

   Emily pulled the copy of her story from her purse as Jason shut the
door. "Read this," she said, forcing the two pages into his hands.  Her
voice was cold.

   He read the story, and frowning, handed the paper back to Emily.  "I'm
sorry." He knew the part he had played, and he felt guilty for it and he
felt small.

   "I want you to get everything Sharon gave you for the website and give
it to me.  You are also going to take down that website.  Sharon Reed is
probably going to jail, and you don't want to join her, do you?"

   He shook his head, fearing that Emily required an answer.

   "I'll wait here."

   Jason spun around and darted into the house.  He ignored the questioning
look from his mother as he bounded up the stairs to his room.  He turned on
his computer.  While it booted, he gathered up three discs of movies and
photos and two memory sticks full of additional pictures of the naked and
blushing teacher.  He sat at the computer, and in less than two minutes, he
had deleted the home page he had set up.  It took a few more moments to
delete the rest of the movies and pictures.

   Emily waited until Jason returned.  He opened the door looking frazzled,
and thrust the items into Emily's hands.  "I didn't know," he said weakly.

   "Is this everything?"

   He nodded.  "Miss Reed has the originals; these are copies." Why was he
being respectful and why did this young woman make his mouth go dry?

   "Fine." With that, she returned to her car and drove away, leaving Jason
to stand open-mouthed at her departure.

   5

   Sharon sat in her car looking at the Kim's empty driveway.  The bitch
wasn't home?  How could she not be home?  It had to be deliberate.  With
her mouth held in an O of stunned surprise, Sharon had to wonder if Kim
really didn't care about her house anymore.  Surely the little whore knew
the consequences of her actions, and yet, her house was empty and Sharon
had definitely said that she'd be over after work and that Kim had better
be there.

   And, she was not here.

   First her students and now her little bitch-toy refused to obey here. 
Well, we'll see about that, she thought.  I have the pictures you want
back, bitch, she fumed.  And you will obey me, and your life is about to
get so much worse.

   She backed from the driveway and made her way across town to Pussy Cats.
Sharon knew Kim worked this evening and she'd be waiting.

   6

   "Hi, Jaybird," Rascal said as Kim walked into the dressing room.

   "I told you to call me Kim," Kim chided Rascal playfully.

   "Force of habit," Rascal replied.  "I wanted to thank you."

   Confusion etched Kim's face.  "For what?"

   "Your stage shows are amazing; you're the first woman I have ever seen
masturbate on stage.  I tried it once and just couldn't bring myself to do
it.  It was too personal, you know.  And you giving away your panties is
brilliant; I've even started doing that." She laughed then her breasts
bouncing within the confines of the thin, yellow bra she was wearing.  "I
have made more money in the two weeks you've worked here than in any single
month before.  I'm not the only one either; all of us girls have, and we
have you to thank."

   Kim couldn't help but think it was Sharon who had come up with the ideas
for Kim to perform on stage.  What would Rascal say if she knew everything
that Kim had done had been coerced?  "Don't mention it," Kim said instead.
"I'm glad it helped."

   "If you ever need any help," Rascal said, "please, don't hesitate to
ask."

   Kim smiled and gave Rascal a quick hug.  Rascal hugged her back.  They
separated, both of them smiling.  "What are you doing tonight?" Rascal
asked.

   Kim was going to say "nothing." She knew what Sharon had ordered her to
do and she had consciously decided to not do that, but now, with Rascal
thanking her and verifying how lucrative her demonstrations were, she
decided to obey Sharon only now it was her decision instead of Sharon's. 
"I'm going to make my panties disappear before giving them away." She
pointed to her crotch hidden behind a pair of baggy jeans.

   "Wow." It was all Rascal could say.  She shook her head and left Kim
alone, "I'm up," she said as she made her way to the stage.

   Kim stripped out of her jeans and grey sweatshirt; her new, comfortable,
and baggy clothes.  She had gone from revealed to more than covered and the
feeling of shopping clothed had been wonderful.  She had not missed the
leering eyes or the muted whispers in her wake.  She was wearing a matching
black bra and panty set that she had purchased from Victoria's Secret and
when she had donned them she had shuddered in the pleasure of feeling so
normal.  She pulled them off to stand naked in front of her locker and
pulled out the smallest pair of panties she had, a tiny blue thong.  She
pulled the panties up her legs and adjusted them around her hips.  She
pulled a slip from her locker and donned it.  Dressed, she was ready to
talk to Tommy and inform him of her planned routine.

   As expected, he knew just the song.

   Rascal finished her three dances and Tommy made the announcement that
Jaybird was taking the stage.  The large crowd applauded loudly and Kim
blushed as she received a standing ovation.  Rascal seemed to be right; her
show was very popular.

   Kim danced on stage, shaking her body, making eye contact with as many
men as she could during her first song.  When her second dance started,
Whitesnake's Slide It In blared through the clubs' sound system.  She
pulled off the tiny panties and while sitting on the stage, with her legs
spread obscenely, Kim slowly inched her panties into the damp recesses of
her pussy.  Ever so slowly the fabric disappeared inside her, the audience
cheered loudly when Kim stood with her panties tucked away within the
confines of her sex.

   The third song started.  Kim grabbed a chair and with the music playing
and the crowd staring at her, Kim masturbated to a satisfying and very
vocal orgasm.

   She did not see Sharon slip into the club.

   The song began to wind down.  Kim moved forward so that only the edge of
her ass was on the seat.  She parted her thighs and dug inside her pussy
for the sopping panties.  She pulled them out and immediately a throng of
men pushed against the stage with tens and twenty and fifties and hundreds
in their hands.  They seemed to know what they wanted.  Kim walked along
the edge of the stage, staring down at the men staring up at her.  She
selected a man semi-randomly; she chose one that was not waving hundreds
and she avoided the men with no cash in their hand at all, and offered him
her wet panties and in exchange she received a large roll of twenties.

   Beaming she made her way off the stage and into the back room with her
heart pounding in her chest.  The energy of the club and the orgasm she'd
just had had left her feeling very good.

   Sharon slipped into the men's room as Kim finished her first dance.  The
bathroom was empty; everybody was watching Kimberly on stage.  Even here
the music was loud.  Working quickly, Sharon pulled a black magic marker
from her purse and wrote in block letters on the wall between the two
urinals Kim's stage name, Jaybird, and Kim's real name.  Below that she
wrote Kim's home phone number and the phone number to the cell phone that
Kim had refused to answer during the course of the day.  If she didn't want
to answer one call, Sharon fumed, let her try to answer hundreds.  Sharon
now felt a little better about Kim's show of defiance.

   Sharon snuck outside and sat in her car until the club closed.  Then, as
the last patrons were leaving the front door, Sharon opened the door in the
back and walked in through the employee entrance.  She glared at Kim and
her mouth fell open as she watched Kim pulled on a baggy sweatshirt over a
black bra.  No, she thought, she is not still disobeying.  Rage spilled
from her lips in a fury, "what the fuck do you think you're wearing!"

   Kim jumped, spun around, and peered into the furious, hate-filled eyes
of Sharon Reed.  She exhaled, smiled, and said, "Ending our partnership."
Her voice was calm even if she was shaking.

   Sharon looked like she'd been slapped.  She shook her head, "oh, I don't
think so.  Take that top off.  Now!" She shouted the last word.

   Instead, Kim grabbed her new panties and with deliberate slowness she
slid the panties up her legs.  She stared at Sharon as she pulled her jeans
from her locker and pulled them on as well.  Smiling, full of false
saccharine, Kim sat and pulled on a pair of socks, followed by her shoes.

   "You know that you're going to lose your job and your house, right?"
Sharon smiled back with all the warmth of a cobra.

   Kim shook her head.  "No.  I don't think so." She took a deep breath. 
"I think that you're going to give me all the pictures you have.  The web
page has already been taken down." Her fake smile turned real as she
watched a look of shock cross Sharon's face.

   And Sharon knew she'd lost.

   "If you don't give me what I want then you're going to jail for
blackmail.  And for having sex with a student, you'll probably lose your
job.  Do I have your attention?  Good.  Go home, get every picture, every
video, everything and bring it to my house."

   Sharon bit her lip in rage.

   "Now get out."

   As Thursday spilled into Friday, Sharon left the club for the last time
wondering how Kim had gotten the best of her.

   Chapter 10

   1

   Sharon pounded her fists against her desk as she read the words: This
Page Cannot be Displayed.  Kim had told the truth; the webpage had been
taken down.  Jason, Sharon fumed, Kim got to Jason.  And through him,
Sharon knew, the webpage had been removed and she knew he wasn't quite
eighteen.  She snorted in rage.  Well, she thought, I may not win, but that
bitch won't either.  In her view two losers trumped Kim winning.

   Sharon burned a CD containing the pictures and videos of Kim.  She
grabbed the originals and the duplicate CD and left her home at six a.m. 
that Friday morning.  She had a stop to make before she gave the pictures
to Kim.  She drove to the campus and parked in front of the Dean's
residence.  Anger at getting caught, at losing, spurred her actions.  She
stormed the sidewalk and rang the bell.  When the door was not answered she
rang again and then beat on the door so hard her hands hurt.

   Finally, a sleepy, "Sharon?" sounded from behind the door as the lock
was disengaged.

   "I'm sorry to disturb you, sir," Sharon said, "but I have something you
have to see." She held the CD she'd just burned in front of her like a
cross held aloft to ward off a vampire.

   "Couldn't this wait?" Dean Waters asked thinking that Sharon did not
sound sorry; she sounded furious.

   "No, sir, it couldn't."

   Dean Waters invited Sharon in and escorted her to his office.  He
powered up his system and when the computer was up he took the CD from
Sharon, inserted it, and perused the pictures.  He didn't need to watch any
of the videos to know what he had to do.  "How long has this been going
on?"

   "Two weeks at least," Sharon said.  Now she carried a tone of sympathy.

   The dean looked at a few more pictures before standing up.  "Thank you,
Miss Reed.  Let me see you out." He led her to the front door and ushered
her outside.

   "Dean," Sharon said with a nod.  Her frown folded into a smile as she
turned her back on the shutting door.  She made her way to her car and
then, feeling better, she drove to Kim's house.

   Kim opened the door, dressed in a smart business suit and blazer.  She
looked professional and comfortable and Sharon hated her for it.  "You have
something for me?" Kim asked, all pretense of formality or politeness
absent from her voice.  This was merely unpleasant business that needed to
be done.

   Sharon smiled, knowing the surprise Kim would have waiting for her at
work.  "Here you go." She handed the pictures and the two memory sticks
containing the videos to Kim.

   Kim took them, wondering if it could be that easy.  "This all of them?"

   Sharon nodded.

   "Good, then I guess we have just one more thing to do."

   Sharon raised an eyebrow.  "Oh?"

   "Strip.  Get out of those clothes.  I want you to know what it was like
even if it's just this one time."

   Defiantly, Sharon looked at Kim, held her gaze, and began unbuttoning
her blouse.  So predictable, Sharon thought; she'd seen it coming.  She
knew she would have done the same thing in Kim's place.  She shrugged her
blouse off her shoulders and dropped it to the ground.  She reached behind
her, unfastened and unzipped her navy skirt and let it slip to the floor.
She stood there in a white brassiere and a black thong and still her eyes
never let Kim's.  Sharon unfastened her bra, releasing her ample breasts
with dark nipples.  She dropped the bra to the ground and then with ease
slid her panties down and stepped free of them.  She stood naked save for
her shoes in Kim's foyer.

   "I'll bring your clothes to your classroom.  Now get out of my house!"

   Seemingly unfazed by her nudity, Sharon left Kim's home and walked
slowly to her car.  She climbed in and drove home to once again get dressed
for work.

   Kim shut the door, relief washing over her.  The look on Sharon's face
the night before when she had mentioned the webpage had convinced her that
she'd get the pictures, but she hadn't been certain that the site was down
until Sharon showed up to deliver the pictures.  She knew that Emily was to
have met with Jason and she had felt pretty confident that if that had
happened, that that shameful website had been deleted.  Sharon's arrival
had simply verified it for her.  Kim reasoned that if the site was up then
Sharon would think Kim was bluffing.

   Kim grabbed Sharon's clothes and carried them to her car.  She had not
enjoyed making the woman strip and would not make her do so again.  She had
thought she'd feel better by getting Sharon to disrobe; instead she felt
dirty.  She just wasn't mean enough to continue.

   Satisfied that she had the pictures, Kim drove to work feeling normal.

   2

   "Dean Waters needs to see you, Miss Turner," an administrative helper
said from the door of her classroom.

   "Thank you," Kim replied.  She stood up, the first time she had stood
before her student in weeks and said, "I'll be back in a moment.  Keep
working on your papers." With that she left her students and made her way
to Dean Water's office.

   "Have a seat," he said, pointing to the chairs in front of his desk, as
Kim entered.  His voice was distant and cold.

   Kim took the proffered seat.

   Rubbing his temples, Dean Waters faced Kim Turner.  "Go home," he began,
"you're fired.  Your actions outside of this facility reflect badly on the
moral compass we are trying to instill in our charges.  Your wardrobe the
past two weeks as well as your secondary employment gives me no choice but
to terminate your contract."

   Kim opened her mouth to protest but Dean Waters cut her off with a wave
of his hand.  "Don't say anything.  Go, grab your possessions, and leave
the campus.  You can use me for a reference if you leave now."

   Kim knew Sharon was behind this and seeing the look on the Dean's face,
his tight lips and hard-set eyes, she knew better than to argue.

   "Thank you, sir," she said fighting tears that were threatening to spill
from her eyes.  She left his office, made her way to her classroom, and
emptied her desk all under the watchful and questioning eyes of her
students.  They kept asking her where she was going and what was up but she
kept quiet for fear of hearing the trembling in her voice.  Grabbing the
few possession she had, she left her classroom for the last time.

   She walked past Sharon's door and with a quick glance she could see the
tenured teacher smiling at her with a look of victory etched on her face.

   Kim left the campus.

   By lunch, the whole school knew that Kimberly Turner had been let go.

   3

   Emily Bradford sat in the same chair that Kim had sat in and waited for
the dean to finish reading her story.  She watched him read the story and
then reread it.  Finally he put the pages down and rubbing his eyes asked,
"Is this true?"

   She nodded, "every word of it."

   "Thank you, Miss Bradford.  May I keep this?" He picked up her story.

   "Of course."

   "Thank you," he said again.  "You may go."

   Knowing she'd been dismissed; she climbed to her feet and left the
office.

   4

   "Get in the back," Curtis Kinsinton said to Vera in a tone that left no
doubt he would be obeyed.

   Vera raced from the main floor of Abercrombie's into the back.  Her
dress was once again locked away and Michelle had taken the key from her.
The night before, Michelle had made her beg for the key when it was time
for her to go home and she had admitted to Michelle this morning that she
liked how Michelle was playing with her at work.  Michelle had promised to
continue toying with her.

   "Where are your clothes?" Curtis demanded.

   "In my locker," Vera choked out a reply, holding on hand over her
breasts and the other obscuring her pussy.

   "Get dressed.  You're fired.  Imagine my surprise when I get here this
morning and see you standing naked with your legs spread like a slut in the
middle of my store.  What do you think this is?  A bordello?  No!  This is
a store and you can't just run around naked; my God, are you insane.  You
could have gotten arrested, we could have gotten sued.  I got a call
yesterday from a customer complaining about a naked woman working in the
store and when I get here I see he was right.  You can pick your final
check up Friday."

   "But, I thought..."

   "I don't care what you thought," he interrupted her.  "Get dressed and
go home."

   "I have to get my locker key from," she thought quickly, "the register."
She didn't want to get Michelle in trouble too.

   "I'll get it."

   Michelle entered the back of the story carrying the key to Vera's
locker. "Here, I figured you'd need this." She handed the key to Vera and
squeezed her hands compassionately.  She gave Vera a quick hug and
whispered, "Call me," before returning to the front of the store.

   Twenty minutes later, Vera was sitting in her apartment wondering about
her future.

   5

   "Miss Reed," the same administrative assistant that had summoned Kim
stood at the doorway to Sharon's classroom.  "Dean Waters needs to see
you."

   Sharon smiled certain that the Dean would want to thank her for helping
get rid of Kimberly Turner.  She left her classroom without saying a thing
to her students.  They wouldn't have listened anyway, she mused.  She made
her way to the Dean's office.  "You wanted to see me, sir?"

   "Yes, Sharon, come in.  Have a seat."

   Sharon shut the door and took a seat.

   "You're fired.  Clean out your desk, I want you gone and off campus by
the end of the day."

   "You can't fire me, I have tenure!" She stood in defiance, her voice
full of rage.

   "I have discussed you with the Board of Regions and I assure you, I can
fire you.  You have been having sexual contact with a student and after we
speak to this boy, we will decide about turning the case over to the
authorities.  But it has been decided that you will no longer teach on this
campus.  Do I make myself clear?"

   Sharon opened and closed her mouth, looking like a fish as she digested
this information.  She had not expected such retaliation from Kimberly. 
Her eyes flashed with rage as she stormed towards the door.  "My lawyer
will be in touch."

   With more calm than he felt, Dean Waters said, "Don't do it.  You'll
probably end up in jail if you do.  Accept the consequences of your actions
and look for another job elsewhere.  Don't worry about a recommendation,
you won't get one.  Now get out."

   He rubbed his temples as Sharon slammed the door.  Dealing with faculty
was easier than dealing with students he concluded.  You couldn't fire the
students; they paid to be there.  He fell into his chair thankful that the
day was over.

   6

   Standing in front of her locker at Pussy Cats Kimberly counted the money
she had made the night before.  Her panties had sold for two hundred and
twenty dollars and even though it had been Sharon's idea, it had been a
good one.  She reasoned that as long as she kept her job as a stripper,
even losing her teaching job, she'd make enough money to get her house
current and then she'd start looking for another job teaching.  Really,
though, what choice did she have; she had been fired and there was no sense
in appealing the decision; the dean had been correct and as she did not
have tenure, she had no choice but to abide by the decision made by Dean
Waters.

   "What's wrong?" Rascal asked, seeing Kim's puffy eyes.  There was
concern in her voice that Kim immediately responded to.

   "I got fired from my teaching job because of this," she flapped her arms
to indicate the club.

   Rascal crossed the room and embraced Kim.  Kim allowed herself to be
hugged and then found herself sobbing and hugging back so tightly that both
women felt it.  Rascal allowed Kim to cry, rocking her gently.  Kim rubbed
her eyes as she pulled back.  "Sorry," she forced a smile.

   Rascal smiled back, "It's okay."

   "I mean it's just a stupid job, right?  But I liked it, I was good at it
and I..." she trailed off, exhaled, wiped her eyes again and said, "fuck
it."

   Rascal laughed a little.  "Yeah," she agreed.

   Kim stripped down to a pair of white lace panties and a matching bra. 
She reached into her locker and pulled out her costume for the day.  Sharon
had been right in turning the stripping into a stage show and needing the
money, she planned to keep doing just that.  Rascal saw her outfit, shook
her head and said, "right on." Kim smiled weakly at her outburst as she
finished dressing.

   From the speakers, Billy Idol's White Wedding started and with it, Kim
strutted out on stage wearing her old wedding dress.  She had been unable
to button it fully, but since it was going to be coming off very shortly,
she didn't think that that mattered too much.  Around the stage, applause
rang out as Kimberly appeared.

   Back stage, as soon as Kim marched down the hallway, Rascal pulled out
her cell phone and made a call.

   Epilogue

   1

   Kim entered the office of Dean Charles Heaton and after shaking his
hand, she took a seat in a comfortable chair.  "Your resume is impressive,"
the Dean said, "and I would like to officially offer you the job as our
newest English professor.  Dean Waters had nothing but nice things to say
about you and I think that you'll be happy here."

   Kim's smile grew.  "I'd love to teach here," Kim said.  Just like that
she was working as a professor again.  Only one question gnawed at her. 
The call from Dean Heaton had come unannounced to her house and what made
it odd was that her number was new and unlisted.  Someone, and she
suspected she knew who, had written her old number on the men's room wall
at Pussy Cats, and as such she had had to change her phone number.  So,
receiving a call to set up an interview had seemed odd but welcome.  "How
did you get my number?"

   "My sister called me and recommend you.  Robin Heaton, don't you know
her?"

   Kim shook her head, "I can't say that I recognize the name."

   "Well, she knows you and she is a very good judge of character.  She can
be quite the rascal, though, so I am not surprised that you don't know
her."

   And suddenly, Kim understood.

   And, life was good.

   2

   Sharon retired.  She had enough money that not working was an option and
the agreement she made to stay out of jail prevented her from teaching
anywhere again.  She felt she got off lucky.

   She never saw Jason, Kim, or Vera again.

   3

   Vera took one last look around her old apartment.  She was moving in
with her new, best friend.  Since she had lost her job, and with very
little money in the bank, she needed a roommate and was fortunate to find
on so quickly.  It had taken very little time, only one phone call.

   "Hello?" Michelle had answered on the second ring.

   "Hi," Vera said, "I was wondering if..." she never finished the
sentence.

   "Yes," Michelle had gushed, "I was so hoping you call.  I had so much
fun playing with you that I wanted it to continue.  Why don't you move in
with me and be my little plaything.  You can help with the rent and bills
as soon as you get another job, but until then, I am sure I can find ways
for you to earn your keep." There was playfulness in her voice.

   "Thank you," was all Vera could say.

   She turned in her keys and drove to her new home.  Michelle greeted her
at the door.  "Come in, come in." She hugged Vera who hugged her back.

   "Thanks again," Vera said her voice full of sincerity.

   Michelle broke the hug.  "You're welcome.  Now, strip."

   And for Vera, as for Kim, life was good.