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 ï>¿Kim and Sharon by Tester86

   Part 1 Kimberly looked at the Caller I.D.  and cried.  For the fourth
consecutive day her mortgage company was calling and each message left was
worse than the one before.  The message yesterday told her that foreclosure
proceedings would begin immediately if she did not pay the four months past
due mortgage payments.  It was money that she did not have. The phone
beeped indicating another new message. Kimberly cried. Part 2 Six months
earlier her husband of eleven years had left her for another woman saying
that Kimberly was not adventurous enough in bed; that she did not satisfy
him.  In Kimberly -(TM)s estimation it was a lie; an excuse.  While she
was not a slut, she was more than brave enough and doting enough to try,
and even enjoy, most of the thing he had wanted.  She dressed
provocatively for him, stripped in public for him, even enjoying the
feeling of knowing that she was not only exciting her husband, but anyone
else who may have seen her performance.  Thanks to her husband, her
ex-husband, she had a secret turn-on with exhibitionism. She had
participated in threesomes for him even though she had not enjoyed it.  She
had dressed in costumes for him; acted out his fantasies; spanked and been
spanked by him and others at the swinging parties he would drag her to both
willingly and unwillingly.  She was not a stupid woman; she could see the
end coming.  It was the vindictiveness of it that surprised her.  He had
emptied the joint bank account, removing his name from the account while
she taught Freshman English at the local Junior College.  She had returned
from work to find the furniture all but gone, the electricity and phone
turned off and the bank account empty.  Her clothes were in shreds with
the exception of the most outlandish and revealing items she owned; the
clothes that he knew she liked to wear in private during their game time.
It was not the type of clothes that she would wear to teach the young men
and women in her care during the day.  Only her most revealing and
humiliating clothing remained untouched by the scissors he left stabbed
into their marital mattress where her head would normally lay.  It was an
act of hate, the way he left her.  She did not cry that day.  That day
she vowed to herself that she would land on her feet and do it with
dignity.  She would prove that she was stronger than he was; that she was
more man than he ever could have been. It did not work out that way. Part 3
"Miss Turner," she cringed hearing the distaste in the voice of the unnamed
woman on the answering machine.  "This is our forth attempt to contact you
this week.  As of today we have begun foreclosure on your property and
unless full payment of the past due balance is made by the close of
business..." Kimberly stopped listening.  She had heard it before.   A
certified check (they would not take a personal check they had told her)
for the past due amount as well as the current payment that would be due in
less than a week, must be presented to the bank or the bank would take her
home.  Take the only thing she had. Following her husband leaving and
using the few dollars that had been stashed away in the house in their
emergency fund for new work clothes, she had slowly rebuilt.  She had
purchased a new bed; theirs having a huge hole in the mattress and seeing
it had made her cringe in shame and anger.  It meant nothing to him and it
would mean nothing to her.  She was living paycheck to paycheck, her meager
third year salary at the college just enough to make ends meet.  Then, as
life will do, things went from bad to worse.  She -(TM)d had to buy a
secondhand car as they had only had one and since she got the house, he got
the car.  The car she purchased froze up and refused to start one day and
that turned out to cost her almost a full check to repair and she was now a
month behind. Then the refrigerator -(TM)s fan motor seized, making the
house smell like a fire was about to erupt and a second payment got
missed.  The first calls started then; polite ones.  We -(TM)ll work with
you.  Pride stepped to the plate and Kimberly just knew she -(TM)d be
okay. She would work it out. Her newly fixed car got stolen from the
teacher -(TM)s parking lot on campus.  Restitution...  none.  Cost:
another 2 months behind. Kimberly looked at the ad she had circled in the
paper.  Dancers wanted; nudity required.  She exhaled a sad, weepy sob
and picked up the silent phone.  She needed another job, one that paid
well and paid quickly.  She had taken dance when she went to college, and
she knew she had an attractive body; her ex-husband told her often enough
with both words and his obvious arousal at her provocative shows.  With
her secret thrill of exposing her body and her desperate financial
situation, she figured it would be a short-term solution for her monetary
problems. Dialing the phone, she made the call. She cried when she hung
up.  She had an interview that she did not want to make but knew she
-(TM)d have to and she just knew she would get the job.  Part 4 Kimberly
looked at the black door that lead into Pussy Cats.  Why, she wondered,
did these places always have such suggestive names.  Well, she supposed,
it did draw customers.  With a sharp exhale she opened her car door and
made her way inside. The place was empty and the overhead lights were on. 
She had, of course, been inside strip clubs with her ex-husband.  She had
even appeared on stage during an amateur night contest.  She did not win
but felt pretty good about herself coming in second to the nineteen year
old strumpet that had won.  She had been twenty six at the time, twenty
nine now, and she was certain it was just the age of the young woman that
had won that put her in second place. "Can I help you," a young man asked
standing in the corner next to a wall of electronics that controlled the
clubs sound system. "Yeah, uh, yes," Kimberly said.  Her mouth was dry. 
"I have a meeting, an interview." She was tripping on her words. The man
nodded his head, "Through there."  He indicated a maroon curtain hanging
to the right of the main stage. "Thanks," she said. Kimberly walked through
the curtain and peered down a short hallway with three more dark curtains,
one to each side of the hall and one at the end.  "Hello," she called out
in a small voice. "In here." She followed the voice through the back
curtain and saw a fat man with a stained T-shirt and black shorts sitting
on a stool before a large mirror.  There were about a dozen stools in the
room, six spanning each side with two wall-length mirrors and along the
back wall there was another curtain and twenty small lockers stacked two
high, most of them having a small lock in the silver hasp.  To her left
was a sink with a medicine cabinet above it.  "Can I help you?" The fat
man asked. "Um," she swallowed, "I have an interview." "Can you dance?"
Kimberly nodded. "Can you get naked?" Again she swallowed. "Show me." She
looked around the room seeing herself countless times as her reflection
bounced between the twin mirrors.  "Here?" There was no patience in his
voice, "look, you want the job?" No, she thought, I do not want the job. 
"Yes." "Then dance." Kimberly wiggled her hips and slowly began to dance.
She kicked off her sneakers and turned, pushing her ass out in an
invitation to the man watching her.  She spun around and with a quick move
pulled hem of her blouse out of the waistband of her jeans.  Kicking her
legs she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and with a flourish she pulled the
halves apart revealing the white bra that she wore.  She shrugged the
shirt free of her shoulders and threw it to the sink behind her. She felt a
stirring in her crotch as she exposed her half-naked chest to this
stranger. It was the same feeling she got when her husband had made her
strip for him in the car or at the beach or once in a Macy -(TM)s fitting
room.  Reaching up behind her she unfastened her bra and bending at the
waist so that her breasts hung free she dropped the bra down her legs and
to the floor.  She swung her long, brown hair in a circle, almost hitting
the fat man with her hair. She stood up and still shaking her hips and now
her naked breasts, she unfastened the snap of her jeans.  Her breasts were
not overly large, but were not tiny either; her husband...  ex-husband...
had called them perfect and seeing this man before her staring at them she
knew her B-cub did indeed look good.  She turned again and inched her
jeans over her ass revealing a small, black thong.  She stepped out of the
jeans and with a spin and a flourish kicked them away. Her nipples were
hard points and she knew it was not just because of the cool room; she was
sexually aroused.  She could see the excitement in the fat man, his black
shorts not hiding his obvious approval at her revealing performance.  She
could also feel her own excitement; her panties were damp with it. Still,
she danced.  She turned two complete circles and then staring the man
straight in the eyes she dropped her panties to her feet, stepped out of
one side, and lifted them to her hands with the other foot.  She grabbed
them, held them to her nose and inhaled the evidence of her arousal.  She
then spun again and threw her panties behind her.  She stood before him,
her hands at her sides not covering her breasts or the thin triangle of her
pubic thatch and pussy.  She wondered if she had taken one breath during
her dance. The fat man just stared at her.  The seconds ticked by, slowly
to Kimberly.  He was watching her.  She needed the job and she could not
help but wonder what he was thinking. "You work Mondays, Thursdays and
Fridays.  Start at nine, work till close at 1 AM.  All tips you split
with the bartenders and they split theirs amongst the girls.  You keep all
money you earn in the two private rooms behind the stage.  We pay you 100
bucks a night.  Sound good?" Kimberly nodded.  "Yes." "Good.  You look
good; you dance good.  See you Thursday.  Come in early to do some
paperwork and meet some of the other girls.  Bring a lock for one of the
lockers.  Be here at eight.  Any questions?" She shook her head. "Then
you can go." Kimberly got dressed, feeling how wet her panties were as she
slid them up her legs.  She had definitely enjoyed the rush she had gotten
stripping for her new boss, the thrill of it, the humiliation of it; she
knew how red her face looked, she had seen it staring back at her in the
mirror. Dressed and with a second job Kimberly rushed home. She masturbated
to two satisfactory orgasms reliving the excitement of stripping for a
stranger; hell, she thought, she didn -(TM)t even catch his name.  More
importantly, she smiled, I can keep my house.  With luck, I can keep my
house. Part 5 "I really hate her," Sharon Reed said to herself as she
watched that bitch Kimberly Turner enter her classroom.  She stared at the
closed classroom door fuming over what she knew was going on in there.  
Kimberly -(TM)s students were listening to her; being quiet; obeying her. 
That was what bothered her the most, she knew.  Somehow little miss
perfect tits had her students obeying her.  They would sit obediently
listening to their young teacher.  They would raise their hands and ask
pointed, intelligent questions about the subject matter.  Sharon heard
nothing but rude jokes and useless queries about irrelevant subjects and
her kids, no her kids did not listen. Sharon walked down the English
Departments hallway and peered into Kimberly -(TM)s class.  There she sat
behind her desk smiling as she engaged her students in their lecture.  The
students participated and did not mock.  How had the bitch pulled that off,
she fumed.  Shaking her head and walking away in anger she could hear the
commotion from her own classroom full of monkeys. Again, as she entered her
own unruly class she could only think, "I hate that bitch." Part 6 "Hi,"
she heard a young woman say as she entered the dressing room from the rear
of the building, passing through a maroon curtain, "you must be the new
girl." "Yeah, hi.  I -(TM)m Kimberly."  She had to really listen to the
young woman as loud music poured into the room making it hard to hear. "I
-(TM)m Robin but everyone calls me Rascal, it -(TM)s what I go by on
stage.  Have you picked your stage name yet?" She shook her head, "no."
"Well, we need to think of something.  You don -(TM)t want people knowing
your real name, do you?  I know one girl that did that and two days later
she had to change her phone number.  You wouldn -(TM)t believe some of that
calls she got and at all hours of the day and night.  People can be real
sickies if you ask me." Kimberly could not imaging receiving so many
unsolicited phone calls all with her naked body being the topic of
conversation.  She had never given any thought to why stippers always
seemed to have names like Bubbles, or Candi and now she did.  "Thanks,
Rascal," Kimberly said. "No problem." She stopped and listened to the
throbbing music die down from the main dance floor.  "That -(TM)s my cue,"
she said and dropped her robe so that she was stading there in just a small
pink bra and panty set.  "Time to shake my thing." Rascal turned and
walked out playfully shaking her ass as she did. Kimberly opened an empty
locker and pulled a small lock from her purse.  She locked her purse away
and waited for her boss to come find her.  She sat thinking of names,
quickly discarding names like Bambi and Candi as too clichÃ(C).  Finally
she opted for Jaybird; cute, playful and just a tad too descriptive she
thought. A few minutes passed and another woman entered from the rear of
the building.  She nodded a greeting and without pausing made her way
deeper into the club.    A moment later the fat man entered the dressing
room.  "Good," he said nodding, "you -(TM)re here.  You ready for the
tour?" A little too quickly Kimberly said, "yeah." He showed her around the
club, back up the short hallway past the two private rooms which he
explained is where the girls made most of their money.  The better they
were at flirting and making eye contact as she had done during her
interview, Kimberly remembered with a flash of heated shame, the more money
you could coax from a customer, he explained.  He led her into the club
where a girl Kimberly had not seen was tying her ankles together with her
stockings.  Her breasts were bare and her panties where pulled down to her
knees.  She sat on her naked ass and danced with her bound feet pointing
from one side of the stage to the other.  Walking by Kimberly could see the
thin line of her sex as the dancer raised her tied legs even higher. 
There were four men sitting at the stage and Kimberly could see all of them
men waiting anxiously to give the young dancer some money. Kimberly
blushed. All too soon she -(TM)d be taking her clothes off for money. 
Without realizing it she grabbed the throat of the yellow blouse she was
wearing.  You can do this, she chided herself, think of your house.  The
fat man introduced her to Tommy, the guy who ran the sound equipment on
weekdays.  Shaking hands, Tom explained he -(TM)d pick songs for you based
on what you wanted to do and judging from how the naked and semi-bound
woman on stage shifted her legs with the beat, Kimberly reasoned he knew
what he was doing.  She thanked him and followed the fat man across the
darkened room, only the stage was brightly lit.  They passed the main
entrance to her left being guarded by two very large men that the fat man
ignored, and stopped at the bar directly in front of them.  "This is
Carlos," the fat main said and Kimberly shook his hand as she had Tommy
-(TM)s.  "He mixes the drinks.  You share tips with him and he with you."
"I remember." "Okay.  This way."  He led her to the right of the bar and
into a short hallway, behind and to the left of the stage.  There were
three doors in the hallway, one labeled Men -(TM)s, one labeled Ladies and
the third marked as the office.  They entered the office. The man sat as a
desk and offered Kimberly as seat in front of him.  Behind the desk a
large wall of computer monitors was hanging; 2 rows of four displays. 
Each was showing a scene in the club, Kimberly could easily recognize the
dancer as she stopped and stood up, her legs now untied and her black
stockings hanging around her neck.  She could see the parking lot in one
monitor, the stage and bar in another and two rooms she had not seen
before, one empty and the other currently occupied by Rascal and a man
receiving a very intimate dance in the other. The fat man, David he said
his name was, showed her the paperwork that she needed to fill out.  She
was surprised about an emergency contact page and about the W-2; she had
not thought of paying taxes with this job.  David explained everything to
her, telling her that her salary was indeed taxed but she didn -(TM)t
really make any money with tips, right? Kimberly understood. Twenty minutes
later, both private rooms empty and the parking lot filling up she was
escorted back to Tommy where her first dance was arranged and her songs
chosen.  Finally she heard announced by Tommy in a surprisingly melodic
voice, "let -(TM)s give a big hand to Jaybird." Blushing, Kimberly
approached the stage. Part 7 Sharon sat at Kimberly -(TM)s desk and
imagined her students as well behaved as Kimberly -(TM)s.  She rummaged
through the desk and found that most of the drawers were empty.  The one in
the center held pens, pencils and paper, chalk and a stapler.  The drawer
to the right held the course book and syllabus and a few hand-outs but the
two drawers on the left were empty.  Sharon knew her desk was a cluttered
mess.  This realization made her mad, Kimberly -(TM)s life was simple and
neat while Sharon -(TM)s was disorganized and cluttered.  The area under
Kimberly -(TM)s desk was wide and empty and a kickplate descended all the
way to the floor; it was a much nicer desk that Sharon had. She stood up
and slammed her fists against the desk, hurting her hand and making her
even angrier.  "The bitch," she muttered.  Turning around she grabbed a
piece of chalk and with large block letters she wrote BITCH on the
chalkboard and then in a rage snapped the chalk in half. Slightly mollified
Sharon spun from the desk and marched out the door into the vacant
hallways. She returned to her own desk, finished grading some papers and
made her way outside.  The sun had set, she always seemed to work late
while little Kimmie never seemed to have to.  Walking to her car she just
fumed with anger.  She -(TM)d get that bitch. Part 8 "Yes, ma -(TM)am,"
Kimberly said.  "That is what I am proposing.  I know I did get behind but
I have a second job now that pays weekly and I want to work this out." She
listened and made the appropriate replies to the questions that she was
being asked.  "Monday, no wait, Tuesday," she said knowing she -(TM)d be
stripping on Monday. Kimberly listened as the woman on the phone reiterated
their deal.  Kimberly would make a mortgage payment every 2 weeks instead
of monthly with the first one coming on Tuesday and every other Tuesday
following.  The normal house payments would continue to accrue, each
payment being assigned to the one most in arrears but with the double
payments in four months she -(TM)d be current.  If she missed one payment
the foreclosure would continue and only payment in full could stop it
then.  Kimberly planned on stripping for maybe one additional month to get
a payment ahead and then return to single employment at the college. 
Listening to the woman on the phone finish, Kimberly agreed. She hung up
the phone, satisfied her house was saved. Part 9 Friday morning Sharon
watched Kimberly sit demurely at her desk in a tasteful skirt, matching
jacket and white blouse, talking to her student who sat there and listened
and participated.  The chalkboard was clean, nothing written on it.  She
had enjoyed the feeling of writing on it and wondered what she would write
the next time she had the chance.  She doubted that Kimberly had seen the
word BITCH written there but she secretly hoped she had seen it.  Wouldn
-(TM)t that have been fun; little miss perfect reacting to being called a
bitch...or worse.  Sharon could see it in her mind and the thought made
her shiver.  One day. She just could not foresee that today was the day a
plan would form. Part 10 Kimberly changed into some comfortable jeans and
t-shirt and left her house towards the strip club.  It was Friday night,
her first Friday and the other girls, Rascal being the nicest, explained
that Friday nights were the best nights.  Carlos made the drinks stronger
and with cash burning in men -(TM)s jeans it was easy to get them to agree
to most anything.  All of the dancers agreed that each week, Friday was
the most lucrative. The day before had gone as well as could have been
expected, Kimberly thought.  She got through the first three songs, had a
stiff drink (on the house) and a man had approached her for a private
dance. After that, with her pussy wet from the exhibitionism and eroticism
of her job and with the money flowing she had been able to don her clothes
and once again take them off.  Three times that night she had slid her damp
panties up her legs just to slide them off during the second song.  That
was how it was.  First song; strip to bra and panties.  Second song, strip
nude and third song strut your stuff.  It was a choreographed act and she
could feel her pulse in her pussy and the thobbing of the music in her
ears. Now, driving to the club, she had some extra outfits from home.  The
slutty and revealing clothing that her ex-husband liked to choose for her
when they went out.  Just packing them for the ride to work had caused her
skin to tingle and her clit throb.  She was surprised she was looking
forward to stripping again.  She turned onto the main road that lead across
town and only a blaring horn pulled her from her musings.  She looked
around and waved to no one in particular, not noticing who she had just cut
off. Part 11 Sharon recognized Kimberly and seethed, "that bitch!" 
Turning right instead of left, Sharon followed Kim, today she would give
that little whore the full weight of her wrath. Watching Kimberly pull into
the strip club and walk into the back door...the employees door...  stopped
Sharon in her tracks.  She didn -(TM)t work here, did she?  Oh, if she
did.  And Sharon -(TM)s mind went into overtime. Part 12 "Can I talk to
you, Kimmie?" Sharon asked Kimberly from the doorway of Kim -(TM)s
classroom. Kimberly knew that Sharon did not like her, and she did not know
why.  She had always been polite and cordial, but after the first year
teaching here she had given up trying to be friends and had simply stayed
out of Sharon -(TM)s way.  Let each just get along without the other,
Kimberly had thought.  "Sure, Sharon, what do you need, and please, I
-(TM)ve asked you not to call me Kimmie." Sharon stepped into Kim -(TM)s
empty classroom, the students haven gone for the day, and shut the door. 
"You don -(TM)t like it when I call you Kimmie, Kimmie?" Sharon mocked. 
"I think, with what I have planned for you, being called Kimmie will be the
one thing that you probably won -(TM)t mind me doing?  Do I have your
attention, Kimmie?" "Sharon, listen, I don -(TM)t know what your problem
with me is, but..." "Shut up, Kimmie!" Sharon shouted at her, the vitriol
dripping off her tongue like poison from a snake -(TM)s fangs.  "Shut up
you little whore." It felt good to wield this power, Sharon felt her
nipples harden in excitement. "Get out!" Kimberly stood in defiance. "Why,
Jaybird, is that anyway to talk to your new best friend?" Kimberly looked
at Sharon speechless; she knew.  The woman that hated her knew?  "Jaybird?"
She asked, feigning confusing. "Yes, your stage name.  I have some great
pictures of you.  And your boss, David, he let me have a couple of really
nice video tapes.  Did you know they tape everything done in the back rooms
in case of a lawsuit?  It -(TM)s really remarkable, the quality of the
video.  You -(TM)d have to see it.  Or, maybe you don -(TM)t." "Look,
Sharon," Kim began. "That -(TM)s Miss Reed to you.  My little shit students
don -(TM)t have to be respectful to me, but you do.  Got it?" Kimberly hung
her head, her mind was racing, her heart pounding in dread.  This woman
hated her and her tone of voice more than proved it.  Resigned, and a
little desperate, she whispered, "yes, Miss Reed." "That -(TM)s better. 
First, let me show you a few things.  Then, we will go have a nice dinner,
you -(TM)ll buy of course, as we talk about your future.  How does that
sound?" Sharon crossed the room and held a stack of photographs out to
Kimberly.  Her hands were shaking as she took them.  She flipped through
the pictures; all of them were of her.  There were pictures of her removing
a thin, see-through dress and revealing her naked tits and pantied crotch.
She couldn -(TM)t believe it; this picture was from Monday night, two days
ago.  There were pictures of her walking into and out of the employee
entrance, and there were more pictures of her naked and on stage, squatting
with her feet nearly touching and her knees spread wide; in that picture
you could see all of her, her pussy gaping and the thin line of her pubic
hair pointing towards her open sex. "Well, what do you think?" "Sharon..."
"What?" "Miss Reed, I can explain," it sounded lame, even to Kimberly. "And
I can -(TM)t wait to hear it.  Put the pictures in your desk and let
-(TM)s go.  Let -(TM)s hope no one goes snooping." She laughed at how pale
Kimberly looked.  If that embarrassed her, Sharon thought, she was going to
have a rough time with what I have planned.  Sharon so hoped leaving the
pictures behind embarrassed her. Swallowing hard, her mind racing with
dread, Kimberly put the pictures in the center drawer, stood and followed
Sharon out of the school and to the faculty parking lot.  "You -(TM)ll
ride with me, of course.  Can -(TM)t have you wandering off and getting
lost, now can I?"  She laughed at Kimberly; enjoying the mocking tone she
was using. Sharon got into the car and as Kimberly opened the passenger
side door Sharon stopped her, "you ride in the back, you don -(TM)t -(TM)
deserve to ride up here with me." Kimberly shut the passenger door and
climbed into the back.  She looked up at Sharon and could see how pleased
Sharon was with herself.  How could I be so stupid, she thought.  What was
I thinking?  Then, without warning, my house.  I -(TM)m going to lose the
house.  She choked back her tears. Sharon nearly came as she watched the
terror and nervousness play over Kimmie's face.  It was too good, too
perfect.  And, it was just going to get better.  Part 13 The restaurant
wasn -(TM)t crowded and Kimberly and Sharon had a booth in the back corner.
They had finished eating and were now just chatting.  The closest table
was a family of four three booth -(TM)s down.  Kimberly was wearing a
cream blouse with orchids all along the let sleeve and a gray knee-length
skirt and smart, black shoes with a modest 2-inch heel.  Sharon was
dressed in a brown pant-suit with a white blouse.  They looked like two
professional women having a business meeting; sadly, for Kimberly, the
business was not kind.  "I have you by the sparse hairs, don -(TM)t I
Kimmie?" Sharon asked. Kim could only nod. "So, why are you spreading your
legs, you get off on it?" "Yes," she said, paused, looked at the surprise
in Sharon's eyes and stammered, "no, I need to...  shit." Sharon laughed at
Kimberly and definitely heard her say yes to the question if she got off on
exposing herself.  We -(TM)ll see, she thought.  "Take your time, Kimmie."
She took a sip of water and said, "I need the money.  I don -(TM)t make
enough working as a third-year teacher, you know, and with my divorce I got
behind on my house payments.  If I don -(TM)t pay a payment every two weeks
they are going to foreclose on me and take the only thing I have.  It
-(TM)s only part-time and only for a few months until I get caught up. 
Please, don -(TM)t tell anyone." Begging, the little bitch was begging her.
It was just perfect.  "Why not?  What -(TM)s in it for me?" Sharon was
toying with her, goading her, humbling her and Sharon was savoring the
power.  "It -(TM)s not like I need the money, I -(TM)m actually pretty
well off, thank you.  What do I get out of keeping your secret.  Let me
think."  She watched the tears threaten to spill from Kimberly -(TM)s
eyes. "Please, Miss Reed." "Let -(TM)s see, third year, right?" Kimberly
nodded. "You don -(TM)t have tenure.  That can -(TM)t be good.  You could
get fired for this and then the only job you -(TM)d have is a stripper. 
Seems a poor career choice for a college-educated woman like yourself.  I
don -(TM)t like you, so you being gone," she shook her head with a loud
smacking sound, "seems like a good thing for me.  I don -(TM)t know.  What
do you think? Tears fell from her eyes as she pleaded, "Pease,please?" It
was all she could say and hearing it Sharon felt her pussy throb with the
power she had over Kimberly. "On second thought, it would be fun to have a
play-toy; a Barbie-Doll; a slave." Sharon snapped her fingers.  "That
-(TM)s it.  You do what I say, when I say, where I say, with who I say and
I -(TM)ll keep your secret.  I promise you, you won -(TM)t like it, but it
-(TM)s not about what you -(TM)ll like is it?  You obey me, like I wish my
students did," her voice turned hard, she was no longer playing with
Kimberly, she was laying down the law, "and I will keep your secret.  You
will never tell me no, got it.  No matter how humiliating, horrifying or
perverse you think I -(TM)m being, you will obey.  You will wear what I
tell you to wear, strip when I tell you to strip and anything else I can
think of.  You do this and I -(TM)ll keep the pictures and videos I have as
well as the new pictures and video -(TM)s we -(TM)re gonna take a secret. 
I will embarrass you, make you wish you had never seen me until I get sick
of this game and then I -(TM)ll leave you alone, got it?  You -(TM)ll be my
dress up doll and my whore.  You -(TM)ll be my slave.  If you behave, I
-(TM)ll mostly leave you alone on campus and if you disobey me I -(TM)ll
punish you.  When you -(TM)ve had enough walk away and I -(TM)ll
distribute everything I have on you to the Dean that day.  Got it?"
Kimberly was openly crying now.  How could this happen?  Sharon hated her;
she could hear it in her voice and could see the laughter in her eyes. 
What choice did she have?  If she told Sharon no, she would lose her job
and then her house.  She couldn -(TM)t let that happen, not when she was
working so hard to save it.  She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her
blouse and nodded meekly. "What was that, Kimmie?  Do I have a new slave?"
"Yes, Miss Reed." She choked on the words.  She hated how weak she sounded.
"What color are you panties?" Kimberly looked at Sharon, staring into the
malicious eyes and knew what her life would be like.  But, she reasoned,
only until I have the house current, then I can quit my stripper job and
maybe work it out.  Maybe.  "Black, Miss Reed." "Take them off." Kimberly
stood up and turned from the table.  "Where do you think you -(TM)re
going?" Sharon asked with smiling eyes. "To do as you said.  To remove
my... my panties." "Did I tell you to get up?  No, I -(TM)m pretty sure I
didn -(TM)t.  I said take your panites off.  Since you want to show
everyone that you -(TM)re doing it, then take them off there, standing up.
Now!" Red faced and scared Kimberly glanced at the table with the family
eating.  They were not watching her and since she had paid the bill, Sharon
had insisted, the waitress probably would not be back.  She exhaled,
glanced around nervously, and shimmied her skirt higher.  She reached up
under her skirt and grabbed the side of her panties.  She slid them down
her legs, stepped out of them and quickly straightened her skirt.  Her
face burned with the humiliation of removing her panties and as had
happened with her ex-husband, her panties were wet. "Very nice," Sharon
said her own crotch growing damp at watching the bitch humiliate herself,
"now, have a seat.  Put your panties on the table, spread out.  We don
-(TM)t want to hide what they are in a ball, no do we?" "No, Miss Reed."
"Now, we are going to go to your house where we are going to lay down some
ground rules for you to follow.  And by we, I mean me of course.  You will
obey every one of them.  If I find out you disobey even one rule you will
be punished.  The ultimate punishment, of course, is your precious
house.  Any other punishment will be bad, but you -(TM)ll have your home.
Understood?" Kimberly nodded.  "Let -(TM)s go, and the panties stay here. I
-(TM)m sure one of the staff will masturbate with them tonight.  Isn -(TM)t
that fun?" Red-faced and surprisingly horny, Kim followed Sharon out of the
mall. Kim and Sharon Chapter 2 by Tester86

   Part 1 Kimberly sat in the back of Sharon -(TM)s car, Miss Reed -(TM)s
car, and trembled with fear.  She had been both embarrassed and excited by
removing her panties at the restaurant.  It was the same thrill she had
gotten when she -(TM)d done the same with her ex-husband.  It was
thrilling and scary, fun and horrifyingly humiliating.  And she enjoyed
it.  In her first three days as a stripper, while it was fun, to Kimberly
it was not particularly embarrassing; one was supposed to see naked women
at strip clubs; it was just a job.  It was the risk involved with public
exposure, where nudity was not supposed to happen that excited her and
Sharon had let her know that for Kimberly, she was to expect it. Could
she?  That was the question that ran through her mind and the thought that
she could terrified her.  Not that Sharon would make her, Kimberly was
certain that she would.  In her mind she heard Sharon say, "You will wear
what I tell you to wear, strip when I tell you to strip and anything else I
can think of." Kimberly knew she should not go along, that she should just
take her chances with the Dean of the college.  There were worse things
that she could have been doing to get herself fired.  Was a second job at a
strip club offensive enough to the college administration to warrant her
firing?  If she had tenure, a fact that Sharon had so gleefully pointed
out that she did not, then this would just end with a warning with the
promise that the stripping would end.  Still, would the same punishment
not be issued to a non-tenured employee?  Kimberly was not sure. Her
house. That is what it came down to.  No matter what, if she disobeyed
Sharon, then the pictures would be distributed to the Dean and a decision
as to her job would be decided and either way, fired from the college or
not, she -(TM)d lose one of her two jobs and right now she needed both. 
She raised her head from her hands and watched Sharon watching her.  It was
apparent that Sharon hated her and she knew that she -(TM)d suffer as
Sharon -(TM)s play toy.  Again, could she do it?  She knew she had to try,
no matter how humiliating, she had to try. Part 2 Sharon drove back to the
college to allow the bitch to fetch her car.  During the drive she watched
Kimberly carefully in the rear-view mirror.  She could see the questions,
fear and doubt race through the woman -(TM)s mind as tears fell and
wrinkles formed around her eyes and across her forehead.  Kimberly was
suffering and Sharon liked it.  While Kimberly was thinking could she,
Sharon was wondering would she? She had a few ideas and knew that plenty
more would be forthcoming and it all come down to what Kimberly feared
most; losing her house or losing her dignity.  She hoped the latter. Part
3 "Give me your skirt." Sharon and Kimberly stood next to Kim -(TM)s car
with the driver -(TM)s door standing open. "But..." "Shut up!  Listen you
little whore, this is not open to debate, discussion or consideration.  You
do what I tell you, got it.  I thought we went through this.  We -(TM)re
going to your precious house, I -(TM)m following you.  Without a skirt, you
-(TM)re not apt to go anyplace else, right?  Give me the skirt.  Now!"
Nervously looking around, Kimberly unbuttoned her skirt and dropped it down
her legs.  With her panties at the restaurant, she was naked from the
waist down.  This was different than stripping at the club; to Kimberly,
this was much worse.  The parking lot was deserted save for their two cars
and the only lights lit on campus were parking lot lights and lights at all
the entrance points to the buildings.  Still, she was respected here and
this was a public venue where nudity was not the norm.  She blushed as she
picked up her skirt and threw it in her car. "No," Sharon said to Kim,
"give me the skirt.  Can -(TM)t have you covering up for the drive home."
She bent over, her pussy peeking at Sharon from between her legs.  She
grabbed her skirt, stood, and held it out to Sharon. "Nice ass," Sharon
mocked.  "And it smells like you like this." Kimberly stepped back against
the open car door and covered her pussy with her hands, her blush deepening
at Sharon -(TM)s words.  Sharon laughed.  "I -(TM)ll follow you to your
house.  Don -(TM)t drive too fast.  I -(TM)d hate to see you get pulled
over."  Still laughing, Sharon went to her car as Kimberly climbed in
hers. Part 4 Sharon pulled in behind Kim -(TM)s car and laughed as Kim ran,
half-naked, from her driveway to the front door.  She was enjoying Kimmie
-(TM)s discomfort and humiliation.  She grabbed her camera from the glove
box and walked to Kim -(TM)s door smiling as Kim hid just inside.  Sharon
stepped into Kim -(TM)s house and laughed again as Kimberly quickly shut
the door as if she could banish her shame with that one quick move. 
"First," Sharon said as she pointed the camera at Kim, "strip off the rest
of your clothes." Kim stared at the camera, wondering how much worse that
would make things.  Here, inside her home, she figured not much.  She
unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor as Sharon snapped
pictures.  She unhooked her bra and it fell to the floor and Sharon snapped
more pictures.  Sharon took pictures of Kim from all sides and angles. 
Kim, for her part, stood there motionless, her hands at her sides.  She
felt her shame increase with each artificial sound the digital camera made
to indicate another moment was captured.  Kim -(TM)s nipples were hard and
she could feel the arousal in her wet sex; if Sharon were not here she
would not hesitate to drop to the ground with her clothes and masturbate.
Sharon snapped a few more pictures and then said, "do you have a small
rug?" Kimberly nodded. "Fetch it." Kimberly ran through an archway behind
her, deeper into the house and came back with a soft, white bathroom rug. 
"Very nice," Sharon said pleased with how well this was going.  The bitch
really did want to save her house and so Sharon figured that Kim would
indeed obey her.  This was going to be so fun, she thought.  "Now, set it
down on the ground next to the door." Kim obeyed. "Let -(TM)s get a tour of
the house, start here and end at your bedroom." Kimberly looked at the rug,
wondering what it was for.  Seeing Sharon stand quietly, with her camera
held in front of her, Kim reasoned she -(TM)d know in time.  "This way,"
Kim said.  The foyer had three archways that led into the house.  The
first led left to a large living room that had a modest sized TV and a
small loveseat.  Sharon remembered that Kim had said she -(TM)d been
recently divorced and that explained why there was not a lot of furniture
to be seen.  Off of the living room a small hallway led to two small
bedrooms and a full-sized bath.  Each of the two bedrooms had a bed, one
twin and one queen, and each had a dresser; both rooms were clean.  The
bathroom was tidy and an ocean scene adorned the shower curtain.  A pair of
doors stood open with a washer and dryer tucked into a tidy closet.  This
side of the house, Kim explained, was unused with the exception of the
laundry nook.  Kim led Sharon back into the living room to an attached
kitchen.  The kitchen was well stocked with an island sink.  The stove sat
along the back wall with a small window overlooking a dark yard.  Across
from the sink one archway led back to the foyer where Kim -(TM)s clothes
still sat.  Trotting naked across the kitchen Kim pointed out the dining
room that held a small dinette set and the third archway leading to the
foyer. Off of the corner where the kitchen joined the dining room a set of
double doors stood.  Kim opened them and escorted Sharon into the master
bedroom.  A large bed sat along the back wall sandwiched by two
end-tables.  A stately dresser with a large mirror sat to the right of the
bed.  Kim could see her naked body in the mirror with Sharon snapping
pictures behind her.  The contrast of her nudity against Sharon -(TM)s
smartly dressed appearance caused her sex to pulse with need; she was both
embarrassed and aroused. Across from the bed a short hallway led to the
master bathroom.  Two walk in closets merged off the hallway and an open
door led into the master bath.  The bathroom had an enclosed toilet on one
side with an enclosed shower on opposite and a large sunken Jacuzzi tub
dominated the back wall.  It was a fairly nice house and Sharon understood
why Kimberly wanted to keep it.  Sharon walked back to the bedroom and
Kimberly followed.  "Are you horny?" Sharon asked. Shamefaced, Kimberly
nodded. "Then lay down and masturbate for me." Sharon commanded and waited.
This was going to be a great test, she thought.  If Kim does this, then she
is mine.  Sharon raised the camera. Kim hesitated, stepped towards the
bed, stopped and then with a small sigh climbed into bed.  Her hands
dropped along her naked breasts, caressing them.  They were firm, not small
but not huge with dark pink nipples pointing upwards like a soldier at
muster.  Kim caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples and then slid
her hands lower.  Her fingers reached her needy sex, her legs drifting wide
apart, and Sharon disappeared from her mind as she quickly brought herself
off with a noisy orgasm.  The entire four minutes, Sharon snapped
pictures.  With her need reduced Kimberly opened her eyes and snapped her
legs closed.  "Open them," Sharon commanded. Kimberly slid her legs apart,
her pussy staring at Sharon -(TM)s camera.  "You are very pretty," Sharon
said, "and I am going to have so much fun showing you off." Kimberly lay
still, her legs parted, her hands at her side, waiting for Sharon to tell
he what to do.  She was blushing still and while her immediate need had
been met she could feel her arousal starting to climb again. "In a minute
we -(TM)re going to go through all your clothes.  I will decide what you
can keep and modify and what will be thrown away.  You are going to have a
lot of new rules and a new dress code to keep up with.  If I find you
disobey me, then these pictures," she indicated the camera, "will be posted
all over campus.  I am going to make you do some very embarrassing things,
things I know I -(TM)d not want to do to test you.  If you want to keep
these pictures private and if you really want to keep your house, I -(TM)d
think twice before you disobeyed me, got it?" Kim could only nod. "Good. 
You -(TM)re going to help me humiliate you, too.  Isn -(TM)t that fun?  You
are going to ask me very politely, starting with  -~Miss Reed, to humiliate
me -(TM) and ending with something humiliating and you -(TM)re going to do
it every time we are together.  Got it?" "Yes, Miss Reed." "Now, that rug
in the foyer.  Do you know what it is for?" "No, Miss Reed." "That rug is
the only place in this house that you are allowed to wear clothes.  This is
the first rule, so make sure you remember it.   When you get home, and
assuming you have clothes on, you will step onto the rug, strip, and then
you can step off it.  When you are leaving the house, you will carry your
clothes with you to the rug, then you can get dressed and leave the
house.  And this is only when entering and exiting the house.  If the
doorbell rings, you -(TM)re not leaving, so you -(TM)re not dressing.  Now,
what is your first rule?" "That I am only allowed clothing in the house on
my dressing rug and then only when entering and exiting my house," Kimberly
shuddered with the exciting humiliation of it.  And the words "assuming you
have clothes on," made her pussy clench in nervous expectation. "Dressing
rug, I like it.  Now, that pubic hair has to go.  When do you work at the
club next?" "Tomorrow, Miss Reed.  I work Monday -(TM)s, Thursday -(TM)s
and Friday -(TM)s." "Good.  Tomorrow, for your first act, you will come out
with a chair wearing a bra and panties only.  For the first dance, you
will strip to nothing.  When the second song comes, I want you to grab a
razor, a bowl of water, shaving cream and a towel and on stage with all
those men watching, you are to shave your pubic hair all off.  Got that?"
Kimberly surprised herself as she said, "Miss Reed, to humiliate me, can I
please shave my pussy on Friday?  There -(TM)s always more people at the
club on Friday -(TM)s?"  It seemed a very tame start. Sharon almost
grabbed her own pussy with the power she was wielding over Kimberly.  This
was working out much better than she had hoped.  She had not expected it to
go as far as it had, to be perfectly honest with herself and to hear
Kimberly obeying and actually within minutes, using the words she had been
ordered to use, coming up with a way to add to her humiliation, Sharon
almost swooned.  She knew she had dominant tendencies and now having a
woman, one she did not particularly like, obeying her, it was almost too
much.  "Yes," Sharon said.  "And that covers this time we -(TM)re
together.  Very good, Kimmie." Sharon really hadn -(TM)t expected anything
from Kimberly tonight; she thought she might be pushing too hard.  Maybe
not. "Now.  Stand up; you look like a slut with your legs spread like
that." Kimberly shook at her words; Sharon was the reason her legs were
spread so wantonly.  She bit her tongue and climbed to her feet.  Sharon
sat. "I want you to grab every pair of panties that you own, and be quick
about it." Kimberly knew where this was going; it was one of the games she
had liked to play with her ex-husband.  He often controlled what panties
she wore, or did not wear.  Kimberly made her way to the dresser and opened
the top drawer.  She pulled out all the panties inside, opened the second
drawer and grabbed a few more pairs, the second set much smaller and more
revealing.  She placed the panties on the bed. "Now," Sharon said.  "We are
going to make three piles.  One will be your stripper panties.  One will be
your granny panties and the third will be your work panties.  Show me each
pair and I -(TM)ll tell you one, two or three.  Begin." One by one
Kimberly held up the panties.  The G-strings, thongs and boy short panties
were all put in one pile, the conservative panties, the kind that Kim wore
to the doctor, were in the second pile.  When they were finished there were
only two piles.  "Go grab some garbage bags and a gym bag if you -(TM)ve
got one," Sharon commanded. Kim obeyed. "Now, put all these panties,"
Sharon indicated the colorful pile of sexy panties, "in the gym bag.  You
will take these to the strip club.  Put the rest in a garbage bag." It
dawned on Kim that there were no other panties, the ones that Sharon had
said would be for work.  "Miss Reed," Kim said, "what about work?" Sharon
laughed.  The laugh instantly reminded Kim that Sharon was not her friend;
that Sharon was not having fun with her.  The laugh was full of malice. 
"That -(TM)s just it, Kimmie.  Panties are not something you get to wear,
ever.  Well, that -(TM)s not true.  I find it more humiliating to let you
wear panties as a stripper.  Each night you dance, you can wear a pair of
panties for the first song.  Imagine how good they -(TM)re gonna feel as
you slide them on.  You -(TM)ll feel normal for what, five minutes?  Then,
you get to take them right off.  I want you to remember what it -(TM)s like
to wear panties, that way you can miss not wearing them the rest of the
time.  Isn -(TM)t that great?  And it gets better.  Your panties are gonna
be souvenirs.  After you take them off, with the music playing and all eyes
on you, I want you to give your panties to a guy in the audience.  Not
just any guy, the guy who tips you least during your dance.  I wonder how
long it takes for people to figure that out.  Don -(TM)t tip, get
panties.  How much money will that make you?" No, Kim thought, I am doing
this because I need the money.  "Please, Miss Reed, I need the money.  Let
me give them to the biggest tipper." She was debasing herself now, dropping
to her knees and begging Sharon not to hurt her this way. "No!  That -(TM)s
final.  But you do beg nice.  Maybe it won -(TM)t be too bad.  Maybe no one
will catch on and if they do, they -(TM)ll think you -(TM)re just trying to
coax some cash from him." Kim was really scared now, what seemed fun and
just a tad risky was getting too real.  But, she thought, choking back a
sob, I can -(TM)t stop now.  Her pussy was dripping. Sharon continued,
"Next, bras are a thing of the past, throw them all away." Kim scampered to
obey, worrying about working at the college without a bra.  She kept
quiet. "Now, your legs.  They will not be covered again.  All pants,
shorts, jeans, sweats, anything with legs gets put in a trash bag.  Got
it?" Kim was nearly in tears as she went through the dresser and then the
dual walk-in closets, packing her clothes, half of which she got with her
emergency fund after the divorce, into the white garbage bags.  When she
was done, she returned to the bed where Sharon was sitting.  "I don -(TM)t
want you to get fired, actually," Sharon said, admitting it to herself for
the first time, "where -(TM)s the fun in that?  So I -(TM)ll let you keep
most of your tops for now, but from this day forward, we -(TM)re
carpooling.  I -(TM)ll come by every morning and help you dress for work.
Then I -(TM)ll drop you off after work unless I have some fun planned for
us.  Now, grab all your skirts." To Kim, it just kept getting worse.  She
had started to warm to the idea of playing these games with Sharon, but now
she realized that it wasn -(TM)t a game.  To Kim it was something she had
to do to keep her house.  To Sharon it was a game; a game that only Kim
could lose.  Kimberly gathered up all her skirts and spent twenty minutes
trying them on for Sharon.  The skirts were sorted into three piles,
unlike the panties that had only been divided into two.  The first pile of
skirts was thrown away; they were too long and conservative and that was
not allowed.  The second pile contained exactly three skirts.  Kim had
blushed as she tried them on.  The longest of the three was twelve inches
in length and while it covered her ass and pussy, she knew she -(TM)d
consciously have to watch how she moved to prevent revealing what she was
wearing, or not wearing, underneath, the other two were just a bit shorter
with the third revealing the sweet curve of her ass.  The third pile was
skirts that Sharon ordered to be taken to the tailor and have shortened to
twelve inches.  Twelve inches, Sharon explained, was the maximum length
her skirts could be. "What about work?" Kimberly was shaking in fear. "Don
-(TM)t worry about it; there -(TM)s no dress code at the college.  Well,"
Sharon was giggling now, "no dress code that the college dictates.  But you
definitely have a dress code.  Stand up and put this on." Sharon handed her
a skirt.  With it on Sharon said, "With your hands straight down, you touch
skin.  That is your dress code.  All skirts and you need to show me all
your dresses next, will have this requirement; with your arms down, your
fingers touch skin.  Got that?  What is your second rule?" Tearfully
Kimberly squeaked, "With my arms straight down, my fingers touch skin."
"Exactly.  Now, like I said.  I don -(TM)t want you to get fired, but I do
want you to be humiliated and believe me, you will be.  Your students will
get an eyeful but only if you -(TM)re not careful.  I -(TM)ll clear your
attire with the Dean; I have tenure and am on the advisory board. 
Besides, you have no choice." They went through the dresses and Kimberly
got to keep four dresses that met the second rule.  Each was short and
revealing; one was black and mostly see-through, Kimberly had only worn it
once for her ex-husband to a swinging function.  One was bright green and
tight, wearing it, Kimberly would definitely stand out.  The third was
basically two short pieces of velvet with a lattice-work of strings holding
the front and back together and keeping the sides open.  The last was
totally see-through and wearing it Kim -(TM)s lack of panties and brassiere
would be evident. Besides, you have no choice.  Kimberly kept hearing that
in her mind and her legs nearly buckled; that was the part that she got off
on and why the strip club did not bother her.  At the club, she had a
choice, the power to remove and arouse.  With Sharon, she had no power, she
could only obey; she had no choice.  Her face flushed with arousal, not
embarrassment over those words. "Now," Sharon said.  "Put the bags in my
car.  Hurry up.  Put the clothes from the rug in the bag, too." Kim
grabbed the first bag when Sharon interrupted her, "Take that dress off. 
We -(TM)ve seen your clothes, and you wear nothing in the house, remember?"
Kim started to protest and then thought better of it.  She removed the
dress and naked took the four bags of "garbage" to Sharon -(TM)s car
including the blouse and brassiere by the front door.  She returned to
find Sharon putting the approved clothes in the smaller of the two walk in
closets.  The larger one was now totally empty save as even Kim -(TM)s
shoes were moved to the smaller closet.  "Your clothes are so small; you
don -(TM)t need the big closet do you?" "No, Miss Reed," Kim said with her
head bowed low.  It would be another reminder of her place, Kim thought,
like the panties at the strip club. "Now then," Sharon looked at the
blushing and still aroused Kim, "do you have a cell phone?" "No, Miss
Reed," Kim admitted.  "I could not afford one and it -(TM)s just a luxury."
"Well then, I -(TM)ll pick you up tomorrow for work and dress you, my
little Kimmie Doll.  Then, after work we -(TM)re going shopping and I
-(TM)ll take you to the club and I -(TM)ll stay the whole time watching
you, won -(TM)t that be fun?  Don -(TM)t worry about the money, I am well
off, as I said, and it -(TM)s only right that I buy the clothes I want my
Kimmie Doll to wear." Kim said nothing; she just sat there with her head
bowed in shame and resignation.  And, she hated to admit it, arousal.
"Third rule," Sharon said with a grin that hurt Kim, "no masturbating
without an audience, even if that audience is just me.  Got it?  What
-(TM)s the third rule?" "No masturbating without an audience," Kim choked
on the words.  Masturbation was so private, so personal; revealing it was
worse to Kim than the revealing clothing. "Very good."  I may not know
tonight, Sharon thought, as she was certain that Kim was going to have an
orgasm almost as soon as she left, but I -(TM)ll know for sure soon enough.
Her mind was spinning with good ideas.  "Now, walk me to my car." Sharon
grabbed the gym clothes full of panties. Kim walked Sharon out of her house
still naked, looking around to see if her neighbors were watching.  The
houses near her were quiet and still, but would they stay that way?  She
wanted Sharon to hurry. "I -(TM)ll see you tomorrow morning.  Be a dear and
count to 100 before you go inside.  Good night, Kimmie." With that Sharon
drove home and Kim counted to one hundred in less than twenty seconds.  She
then ran inside, locked the door behind her and sat on her dressing rug and
masturbated.  Twice. Part 5 "Hi, Dean Waters.  Sorry to call so late."
Dean Waters was a patient man and dedicated to his job; a call this late
did not surprise or bother him.  The conversation did.  When he finished
listening he rubbed his temples and said, "How short are we talking?"
"Well, if she -(TM)s not careful, you could tell what color panties she has
on.  I was surprised too, but you know, she just got divorced and has not
been feeling sexy.  That -(TM)s what she told me anyway over dinner.  I
think she -(TM)s just trying to find herself again, to feel sexy again. 
The students here are young but almost all of them 18 or older, so they
-(TM)re adults.   I think the young girls are not helping her ego; she
-(TM)s nearing thirty.  And I looked; we don -(TM)t have a dress code per
se." Sharon was rushing through her speech. Dean Waters thought it over and
reluctantly agreed, "We don -(TM)t have a dress code, you are right about
that.  She -(TM)s a good teacher; if she wants to show off, to feel better
about herself, then I guess I -(TM)m okay with that as long as her students
don -(TM)t complain and she keeps doing her job." Sharon smiled a toothy
smile of victory.  "I -(TM)ll let her know, Dean Waters.  Thank you, sir."
"Good night, Sharon." Kim and Sharon Chapter 3 by Tester86

   Part 1 Kimberly was sitting on her bed, freshly showered, when the
doorbell rang.  She looked at the clock on the nightstand.  It was twenty
till seven; Sharon was apparently anxious to start Kim's day.  She had not
slept well, the day with Sharon running through her head.  She knew she'd
obey Sharon but was uncertain as to the real reason.  She had been excited
by her near exposure at the restaurant last night and just thinking about
masturbating with Sharon watching was making her pussy moist.  Imagining
the revealing clothing she'd be wearing aroused her and while she hoped her
time on campus would be tame she secretly hoped it wouldn't be as well. 
Was saving her house the icing on the cake or was it merely the meal before
dessert?  She wasn't sure and all night, with sleep just toying with her,
she thought of what she'd be made to do.  She had wondered the day before
if she could and as the doorbell rang again she reasoned that she could. 
She could indeed. Part 2 Sleep had eluded Sharon as well.  Like Kim,
Sharon had masturbated to two wonderful orgasms.  And, like Kim, she had
lost sleep playing the day before over in her mind.  She was certain that
she owned Kim and the feeling of power that swelled in her was enormous. 
The thought was exciting in a way she had never felt.  It was a drug that
burned in her with the fury of a lightning strike.  She owned the bitch;
little miss perfect would obey her.  If the thought of losing her house did
not keep Kim in line, then the thought of releasing the pictures she had of
her would.  The revealing pictures at the strip club were one thing, but
the pictures from yesterday of Kimmie masturbating would definitely keep
that bitch obedient.  It was so personal that Sharon was certain Kim would
want to keep those pictures secret, no matter the cost.  Smiling, nearly
laughing, Sharon rang the bell a second time. Part 3 Kimberly stood naked
at her front door and invited Sharon inside.  The street was empty and Kim
held her breath until she shut the door behind Sharon. "Good morning,
Kimmie." Sharon was gleeful seeing Kim standing there nude.  Kim did not
know what to say and so kept quiet. "Is that anyway to greet me?  I guess I
won't have to take things easy on you today after all." "Good morning, Miss
Reed," Kim nearly tripped on the words trying to get them out. "Too
late."  Sharon was laughing now.  It was just too easy.  Kim bowed her
head. "Now, what are your rules?" Kim looked at Sharon and recited the
rules that she'd been given. "Very good, Kimmie," Sharon said and seeing
the blush on Kim's face she knew that the bitch had broken the third rule
the night before.  "Now, let's go and decide what you're going to wear to
work today.  Don't forget, we're going shopping this afternoon." Sharon
led Kim to the bedroom and commanded Kim to stand by the bed.  Sharon
remembered the clothing from the night before and immediately chose the
black skirt, just about eleven inches in length.  She rifled through the
blouses and chose a light blue, long-sleeved blouse with a hemmed collar.
Sharon bent and grabbed a pair of black pumps with a modest two-inch heel.
"Here you go.  Carry these to your rug and then get back here." Kimberly
grabbed the clothes with her nipples hardening at the thought of wearing
the small pile to work.  Could she?  She asked herself again.  Her pulsing
sex answered the question for her.  She placed the clothing on the rug and
hurried back to Sharon.  "Now, put your hair in a pony-tail and do your
make-up just a bit heavier than normal and be quick about it." She pulled
her camera out of her purse and snapped a few more pictures as Kimberly
hastened to obey.  Sharon wondered how hard it would be to create a web
page; she needed someplace to put all these pictures, she reasoned. 
"Let's go," Sharon said as Kim finished with her make-up.  As she had
hoped, Kim looked younger with how she'd done her face and hair. Kim stood
on the white rug and pulled the skirt up her legs.  She had only worn the
skirt out at night, never during the day and she felt it was just too
short! She ran her hands along the back and the skirt covered her ass
completely and she was fully covered in the front, but she was very aware
of her lack of panties and she was worried if the fact would be evident
when she sat.  She pulled on the blouse; her nipples were standing firm
and proud and even covered they were the most noticeable thing about the
shirt.  "Please," Kim said, "this skirt is too short for the classroom."
"Is that any way to ask me to embarrass you?" Sharon mocked.  "I think it's
too long.  Stand up with your arms straight down." Kim simply hung her
head; not wanting to meet Sharon's smiling eyes.   She held her arms down
and as commanded the day before, her middle finger touched skin. "See,"
Sharon said, "too long.  I think all your fingers need to touch some skin.
Yes," she was nodding now as if she were agreeing with herself.  "It's
definitely too long.  Put your shoes on and let's go." Kim obeyed.  She
grabbed her keys and purse from a table in the foyer and followed Sharon
outside, locking the door behind her.  She could feel the cool air of the
morning caress her bare legs and tickle under her skirt.  Again she felt
her ass, making sure it was covered.  This was a clubbing skirt, she
thought, not one to wear teaching students.  Sharon snapped another
picture of Kim as the bitch waited to be let into the car.  Two more
pictures captured Kim climbing in the back seat.  Sharon climbed behind the
wheel and turned to look at Kim.  With her crimson face and hard nipples
she was the perfect model of embarrassed arousal.  Sharon snapped another
picture and grinned, "I have another rule for you, Kimmie." Kim just looked
at her.  "Yes, Miss Reed." "Get in the middle of the seat and spread your
legs." Kim shifted positions and placed a foot on either side of the center
console, her feet about a foot apart. "I'm waiting.  And move forward." Kim
shifted closer to Sharon, her ass nearly to the edge of the seat.  She
spread her legs a bit wider and watching Sharon she spread them further
until her knees were about two feet apart and her feet nearly touching the
two outer doors.  Her skirt rode up her thighs and her naked pussy with the
thin line of pubic hair was on display.  Sharon snapped another picture. 
"Very good.  Now, every time I say  -~spread' this is how you are to move
your legs, got it?  I don't care where we are.  If you're sitting, this is
the view I want.  If you're standing, then your feet had best be two feet
apart.  Got it?  Now what's the rule?" "When you said  -~spread', no matter
where we are, then I spread my legs like this," she could feel her thighs
burning with the position she was holding her knees and she could feel the
cool air caress her wet pussy. Sharon snapped on last picture and then
started the car.  She adjusted the rear-view mirror to watch Kim.  "Don't
close them," she warned.  "I'd hate to have you sitting on your desk like
that." The threat was evident.  Sharon backed from the driveway. Kim did
not know where to look.  If she looked down she could see her wet, naked
sex staring up at her and if she looked outside she was certain that her
face was scarlet and her shame and arousal evident and if she looked
forward she could see Sharon watching her with malignant joy.  She simply
closed her eyes, held her legs wide apart and chewed on her lips
nervously.  She was nervous; what would her students think?  Would they
know that under her skirt her pussy was bare?  What would the rest of the
faculty think?  They respected her, would they after they saw how she was
dressed today?  And what of Sharon's comment that her skirt was too long?
Surely she would not have to wear shorter ones to class, would she? And,
Kim thought, I have to ask to be humiliated more.  It was almost too much.
But, she reasoned with resolve, her house was worth more.  "Miss Reed," Kim
said, thinking of the previous night and her much needed and forbidden
orgasm, "to humiliate me, may I masturbate?"   Sharon smiled.  "I don't
think I'm gonna count that one, Kimmie," Sharon said sounding both amused
and annoyed at the same time.  "I'm sure you snuck one in last night which
violated the rule about having an audience when you masturbate and as
you're such a slut it isn't really that humiliating to masturbate, now is
it?" Kim's face burned in shame as she whispered, "No, Miss Reed." "No,
indeed.  Now, you need to come up with a better way to have me humiliate
you.  Chop chop." The blush on Kim's face confirmed what Sharon had
thought, Kim had come the night before.  Kim swallowed, hesitated, and
finally said, "May I take my top off?" She was in the car, she'd be safe. 
"Is that how you ask?" Sharon's voice was cold. "Miss Reed, to humiliate
me, may I take my top off?" "By all means." Her face burning, Kim
unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it off, baring her breasts to Sharon and
whoever else happened to be looking in as Sharon drove to the campus across
town.  Her nipples were hard nubs and she could feel the cool air of the
car against her damp sex.  Looking up she met Sharon's gaze. "You enjoy
this, don't you?" Sharon asked.  "You said so at the restaurant when you
took your panties off.  Wanna tell me about it?  No," she could see Kim
hesitating, "I think you will.  What do you think?" "Yes, Miss Reed," was
all she could say.  "You're divorced; did you do things like this with your
husband?  Did you strip for him in public places?  Did he humiliate you?"
Still chewing her lower lip, Kim nodded. "Where did he embarrass you the
most, Kimmie?" With a small voice, Kim replied, "Macy's." Sharon smiled, "I
can't wait to hear all about it, but it's show time." Sharon put the car in
park.  "Put your top on and close your legs.  Do you want your students to
know what a slut you are?" Kim's legs snapped together audibly and she
hastened to don her blouse, buttoning it closed all the way to her
throat.  To Kim's delight, they had arrived on campus unseen.  She
straightened herself up and as she climbed from the car she could feel the
cool morning air caress her thighs beneath her skirt.  She looked at the
school, the car, Sharon, back to the school and then ducked down, "Please,"
she begged, "I can't.  I tried, really, but I...  I...." Sharon bent down,
her face inches from Kim's and hissed, "Listen to me you little bitch.  I
don't give a shit what you think you can and can't do.  That is not up to
you, anymore.  Got it?  You're going to do this or you're gonna lose your
job and your house; either way I don't care.  This is not a game; this is
about me toying with you because I can.  I tell you what to do, you do it.
Deal with it.  Now, stand up." Crying, Kim stood. "Undo the top two
buttons." "But..." "Three buttons." Again the fact that Sharon hated her
slammed across her consciousness and with trembling fingers, Kim unbuttoned
the top three buttons.  She looked at herself in the car's window.  The
blouse was tidy and nothing untoward was visible except the spiked points
of her nipples pushing against the silk.  Her legs were mostly bare but,
again, nothing that should not be seen in public was displayed.  She wiped
her eyes with her palm, choked back a dry sob and whispered, "I'm sorry,
Miss Reed." Sharon's crotch pulsed with the submissiveness Kim displayed.
"If you ever pull this shit again..." her voice trailed off; she did not
need to elaborate. Kim shook her head, "It won't." "Now, meet me here after
work.  We're going shopping, remember?" "Yes, Miss Reed." Together, they
walked into the English Department wing. Part 4 "Nice duds, Misses Turner."
The second class of the day began as the first; her students commented on
her attire, laughed at her crimson face and then sat quietly as they
continued their studies.  As the day progressed, fewer and fewer words
were said but to Kim her students seemed a little more unruly.  Normally
they were quiet an well-behaved until she dismissed them, now they all
seemed to be a little more liberal with their comments and twice Kim was
certain she heard the word "slut" whispered from the back of the
classroom.  Three times during the day she had had to admonish the
students for their whispering.  Was it simply because of what she was
wearing?  Was her attire so much a part of her demeanor that when one
changed so, too, did the other?  Feeling self-conscious about her bare
legs and braless breasts, Kim was certain the answer was yes. "Don't
forget," she said to the final class of the day; her students eyeing her
with almost predatory looks, "you all have papers due on Monday."  With
that she dismissed them.  The day had not been too bad.  She had sat at her
desk where her legs were hidden by the modesty panel of her desk that ran
to the floor and she had worn the top to work before.  Typically her
nipples weren't so obvious but she was able to hide them as well with her
own book held vertical.  No; it wasn't too bad.  She could do it.  She
could. Part 5 "How was class, Kimmie?" Sharon taunted. Sharon laughed,
"See, I told you that skirt was too long.  Don't worry.  We'll fix that
tonight.  Get in, we're going to your place and then shopping." Without
being told, Kim climbed in the back. Pulling out of the teacher's lot,
Sharon said, "Spread." Kim obeyed silently. Part 6 Standing naked in her
bedroom Sharon handed Kim the short, green mini-dress she had tried on the
night before.  "Run this to the door and grab a pair of scissors." Kim
hastened to obey.  She dropped the small dress on the white rug by the
door, made her way to the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors and then
walked back to her bedroom where Sharon was sitting on the bed.  "Here you
go, Miss Reed." Sharon laughed.  "Those aren't for me, silly.  They're for
you.  In fact, it's a new rule.  Are you ready?  Scissors will be carried
in your purse at all times.  Got it?  You never know when an outfit you are
wearing needs to be modified." Blushing, Kim said, "Yes, Miss Reed." "Now,
tell me about Macy's." Kim exhaled once and began to speak. Part 7 "Give me
your panties." Kim looked at her husband and giggled, "You like this, don't
you?" She lifted her butt from the seat of the car and shimmied her skirt
higher.  Her pussy was wet; she enjoyed how he looked at her.   She
pulled her skirt higher feeling a spark of excitement as her fingers
tickled along her thighs.  She slid the skirt upwards until the white lace
of her panties was visible to her husband.  "These?" She was teasing him. 
She hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled her panties down her
legs and held them on one finger to her husband while her other hand held
her skirt, keeping her pussy exposed to his longing gaze. He took the
panties from her, held them to his face and breathed in her scent.  "Very
nice," he said. Kim trembled at the approving tone. He hung her panties
from the rear view mirror, "Looks and smells better than the dumb pine
cone." Kim laughed and fingered her pussy.  She ran her hands along her
sex, pulled her wet finger from her pussy and tasted herself.  Looking at
her husband she fingered her sex again and this time had him taste her. 
She continued to rub her pussy, her eyes never leaving his.  Her nipples
were hard, happy points and her pussy was sloppy wet.  She enjoyed his
reaction; his eyes were on her more than the road and his shorts did little
to reveal a solid erection.  She tasted herself again and then reached
over and grabbed her husband's crotch through the fabric of his shorts. 
"What are you planning?" She knew him; his mind was devious and seldom did
she dislike the games he came up with.  Well, that's not true, she
thought. Seldom did she dislike the games he came up with when they were
alone and together; she didn't really like the parties with other couples
that he would sometimes drag her to.  Still she went for him; it made him
happy. "Remember college?" How could she forget, she had met him during her
sophomore year at a frat party.  He had introduced himself as Mark and
almost immediately they had hit it off.  So much so that by the end of
their second official date she was imagining their wedding.  He had not
mentioned nuptials until date number five.  During their three years
together on campus, they were inseparable.  It was then that he had
introduced her to the finer points of exposing herself and it was there
that she found how much she had enjoyed it.  Since then, he seemed to
always find new and exciting ways for her to expose herself.  The sex
afterwards was always memorable. Always. "Yeah?" "Well," Mark looked at the
road, tearing his eyes from his wife's neatly trimmed pussy, "we're gonna
one-up something from then." That did not help Kim decide what they were
going to do, but she knew she'd go along.  Like it or not, she always did.
They pulled into the mall and walked arm in arm into Macy's through an
exterior entrance.  Kim was conscious of her naked pussy under her short
skirt.  She was certain others could smell how excited she was; she knew
she could.  He led her through the store and grabbed a dress from a rack
without looking at the size.  He led her to the fitting rooms and as no
one was watching, scurried into the dressing room with her.  "Give me your
skirt," he said with playful eyes. Kim smiled at him, wondering what he was
thinking and unfastened her skirt.  She stepped out of it and handed it to
him.  "You liked?" she asked playfully. "I do." He took her skirt, stepped
closer to her and cupped her naked pussy.  "I like very much." Kim could
feel the heat of his body as her knees buckled, dropping her sex harder
against his probing hand.  She rotated her hips, begging with her actions
for him to take her.  "Meet me in the car," he said abruptly, his eyes
sparkling with mischief.  He left the dressing room carrying her skirt and
the decoy dress, leaving her naked from the waist down wearing only a small
tank-top that barely covered her breasts. "Mark," she screeched in a hoarse
whisper.  But he was gone. Kim stared open mouthed at the hanging double
doors.  Gone.  He had walked out with her skirt, leaving her naked from the
waist down in public.  Her purse was in the car so she could not grab
something and quickly don it and then pay for it.  She'd have to run
half-naked and shamed through the store and outside to the waiting car. 
She had streaked the mall parking lot once in college at Mark's request. 
No, not request, at his insistence.  Then, as now, he had left her no
choice.  Her pussy throbbed.  Taking a deep breath, Kim pushed through the
double doors. Kim ran. She ran through the women's department.  Past the
skirts and dresses and shorts and pants; past all the items that would
conceal her better than her hands.  Her left hand held splayed did little
to cover her naked ass while her right hand hid the thin line of pubic hair
from the gazing and shocked looks of the other shoppers.  Voices rang out,
taunting her, teasing her.  She could feel the blush burning her cheeks and
knew, without looking, that her face was scarlet.  Catcalls and
wolf-whistles attracted more attention to her nakedness.  Still she ran.
She darted out of Macy's and ran across the parking lot to where Mark was
sitting in the car laughing at her.  To Kim, it was an evil laugh; he was
being mean.  This was not a game, this was humiliation.  She made it to the
car and climbed in with her face red, her anger high and her pussy
dripping.  The shame and humiliation had excited her.  Mark's response
and laughter infuriated her.  There was no sex that night. Part 8 Sharon
was laughing, tears streamed down her face.  "That's priceless," she said.
She coughed, gasping for breath.  She wiped her damp eyes.  "It was so
humiliating.  The looks, the catcalls.  All of it.  I never want to do
that again!" Sharon bared a toothy smile, "I'll never force you to be
bottomless in a Macy's." Totally nude, she thought, well, that's a
different story, isn't it?  Is tonight too early?  She wasn't sure.  "Let's
go.  We need to get you a phone and some more clothes before you go to the
club." Sharon stood and led Kim to the front door.  She watched as Kim
dressed and together they left the house, Kim locking the door behind them.
Sharon climbed in the car.  She watched Kim get in the back seat.   Kim
sat in the middle and kept her legs demurely closed, her knees clamped
together.  Sharon just looked at Kim through the rear-view mirror.  Kim
did not notice, her eyes were downcast, the memory of her streaking Macy's
still playing in her mind.  After a few moments, Kim lifted her eyes and
seeing Sharon staring she parted her thighs, feeling the lime-green dress
lift higher along her thighs until her pussy was exposed and open.  Sharon
backed down Kim's driveway and wordlessly drove to the mall.  "Get out,"
Sharon commanded.  Kim followed Sharon into the mall.  Her dress was short
and tight and revealing.  It followed Sharon's rule, all of her fingers
touched skin with her arms hanging down.  The dress ended just below the
swell of her ass and there was only about two inches of material hanging
below her pussy.  The top was tight, her breasts outlined perfectly.  The
color was lime green and bright and wearing it, Kim stood out like a
flashlight in the dark.  Her head held low, Kim followed Sharon. The first
stop was Abercrombie and Fitch, the store known for selling clothes to
young teenagers, not women nearing thirty.  The store was full of teens
and photos of bare-chested boys adorned the wall next to pictures of bikini
clad young girls.  Kim tried to hide amongst the racks of small, tight
clothes, but Sharon would have none of it.  "Get over here," she commanded,
her voice loud enough to draw the attention of the other shoppers.  When
they had entered the noise within the store had dropped, Kim blushed,
knowing that they were being watched.  No, she corrected, Kim knew that she
was being watched. "Try this on," Sharon said, holding a small, denim skirt
up to Kim. Kim grabbed it and turned towards the changing room. "Again?"
Confusion played over Kim's face.  "Miss Reed?" "Did I say go to the
changing room?  No.  I said, try it on.  Here.  Now!" Kim wanted to scream
in frustration but instead she simply hung her head.  She stepped into the
shirt and fastened it around the waist of her dress.  With the button
fastened and the skirt zipped, she pulled her dress free of the denim,
folding the hem of the dress upwards across her breasts.  She could feel
the cool air of the store caressing her thighs and the hem of the skirt cut
across the lower half of her now semi-revealed butt.  The skirt barely
covered the apex of her thighs.  "Turn around and bend over." Kim obeyed
wanting this nightmare to end.  Let's go, let's go, let's go, her mind
chanted.  Oh, please, let's go.  Bent as Kim was Sharon could see Kim's
pussy peeking from between her thighs, the skirt riding even higher on
Kim's ass until leaving her totally exposed.  Kim's legs nearly buckled
when she heard Sharon say, "Spread." Kim inched her legs apart.  Her pussy
was wet and the air was cold against it.  Still she spread her legs, until
she stood, bent over, her feet nearly three feet apart.  She was displaying
herself to whomever walked by.  Her pussy was open and wet, arousal and
shame kept her cheeks cherry with color.  Nothing was hidden from view;
her private parts were no longer private and unlike the strip club, Kim was
definitely not in control.  The store was silent, all eyes watching her
lurid display and Kim wondered which was worse: the silence now, all voices
rendered mute by her display, or the catcalls she had heard when she had
streaked Macy's due to her ex-husband and his wicked imagination?  She
thought the silence was worse; there was nothing to distract the leering
eyes from her nakedness.  "Stand up, you slut," Sharon teased.  She
grabbed four more skirts the same size and one a size larger.  She then
told Kim to remove the one she was wearing.  Happily, Kim hastened to
obey. She dropped her dress, and shimmied free of the skirt. Sharon was
enjoying Kim's distress.  The look of terror that played in Kim's eyes made
Sharon want to explode in delight.  The bitch belonged to her.  There was
no doubt about it, not after that display.  Sharon knew Kim would do
anything she was asked.  The power left her light-headed.  Turning back to
the racks of clothing Sharon grabbed a few T-shirts, some small, some as
large as they could be.  All had the letters A & F written on them.  "What
do you think?" Sharon asked.  "A & F.  Ass and Flaps?" Kim was too
humiliated to blush any deeper.  "What ever you say, Miss Reed." "Wait by
the door," Sharon commanded as she turned towards the register.  As
promised, she would purchase the clothes for her little Kimmie-Doll. Kim
stood by the entrance to Abercrombie's, drawing attention from the
passerby's along the wide hallway.  She stood, her head bowed, trying to
hide her face.  "What was that?" "She's a little show-off," Sharon said to
the woman that was ringing up the purchase.  "She gets off on it and she
finds it more exciting if she doesn't know what's going to happen.  I'm
just helping her out." The young woman completed the sale and handed Sharon
her business card.  "If you want," she said looking around to make sure she
couldn't be heard.  She hadn't completely believed the woman's story, but
she knew how to play along and enjoy opportunities when they appeared, "I'm
the weekday manager and I could use a mannequin." She raised her eyes as if
waiting a response. Sharon looked at the card, turned it over to examine
the blank back and smiled, "I think, Vera, we can work something out."
"Excellent," she exclaimed.  "I look forward to it.  I gave you a discount
for the show." Sharon giggled; she couldn't wait to tell Kim that her
nakedness had once again made money.  She figured it would embarrass the
little slut even more.  Sharon asked for another card and gave Vera her
phone number.  "Call me and we'll schedule something." With the sale
complete, Sharon walked from the store all smiles and let Kim know how
lucrative her body had been.  Kim, for her part, just wanted to leave the
mall, leave the state, hell, leave the planet.  They stopped next at
Sharon's cellular provider and in almost no time and with Kim simply
standing at the entrance, Sharon purchased a phone for Kim and added the
phone to her plan.  She handed the phone to Kim.  "You don't need to know
the number as I'm going to be the only person to call you on this. 
Anytime the phone rings you answer it with,  -~Yes, Miss Reed.' If you get
a text message, it will be a command from me and you will obey.  Got it? 
You are a slave to me and to this phone." Tethered always, Kim thought. 
Could it get any worse?  Yes, she reasoned, it can always get worse.  It
was one of the great and mysterious truths about life; no matter how bad
things got, it could always get worse.  "Yes, Miss Reed." Sharon looked at
the time, "we need to get you to work.  You must be pretty uncomfortable
standing there with all those clothes on."        All those clothes?
She was wearing nothing more than a tiny, neon dress.  "Yes, Miss Reed,"
Kim said.  "Yes, you are uncomfortable with all those clothes on?  Perhaps
you should take the dress off." Kim snapped her head to look into Sharon's
dark eyes.  She couldn't be serious.  Could she?  "Please, no," she
begged. No, Sharon thought, it wasn't too soon.  "Follow me," she was
almost laughing at Kim's distress.  She led Kim through the mall, Kim's
face hung in fear.  Sharon led her past the food court and shops and kiosks
hawking jewelry and hats.  Past the entrance they had came in and into
Macy's.  Sharon took her to the fitting rooms, not grabbing a dress from
the rack.  They entered the small cube together.  "Give me the dress."
"Please," Kim said, falling to her knees to beg, really beg.  "Now!" Kim
choked on her words.  "You...  you said you'd never make me go bottomless
in Macy's." "You won't be bottomless.  You'll be naked.  Now, give me the
dress or give up your house.  I'm sick of arguing with you." Resigned, Kim
pulled the straps of the dress off her shoulders and dropped the bright
cloth to the floor.  She stepped back, picked up the dress and handed it to
Sharon. "Now, what did your husband say?  Oh, yes.  Meet me in the car. 
I'll be nice, this time.  I'll meet you at the Macy's entrance.  Give me a
few minutes." With that Sharon grabbed the dress, the bag from
Abercrombie's and the bag with Kim's cell phone, leaving Kim naked and
alone in the Macy's fitting room. Time stood still for Kim.  She didn't
know what to do.  She couldn't stay here, Sharon would only wait so long,
but she couldn't run through the store naked.  If she stayed, Sharon would
surely leave.  She would be stuck until the store closed and then how would
she get home; naked with no I.D., no money?  It would be a long and
humiliating walk.  No, she reasoned, she had to once again streak Macy's.
The short term shame outweighed the long trek.  Kim waited five minutes and
then she ran.  Reliving the streak her husband had put her through.  This
time she wasn't wearing a top; one hand held her naked breasts, the other
covered her pussy.  Her ass bounced as she ran, she couldn't conceal
everything.  She darted from the store, once again hearing the whistles and
shouts and taunts burn in her ears.  She pushed past an elderly couple as
they entered the store, surprised and ashamed when the old man held the
door for her.  Still she ran.  She dashed into the parking lot, looking
for Sharon's car.  She scanned left and right and finally spotted Sharon,
not up by the door but at the far end of the lot.  Kim was crying in shame
as she streaked across the pavement in the bright daylight.  Holding
herself, she ran. Sharon was crying as well, savoring Kim's distress.  She
had never laughed so hard in her life, watching little miss perfect run
naked across the parking lot.  She had almost left, thinking how much fun
that could have been, but decided not to.  She didn't want to break Kim
this early in the game.  She knew she would in time; she just wanted to
enjoy the torment for a while longer.  Watching Kim run made her pussy
pulse with need.  She'd take care of that later. Kim made it to the car
and threw herself into the back seat, ducked below the windows and
sobbed.  Sharon let her cry and drove Kim to work.  She was giggling as
she thought that Kim would get to reveal her body even more before the day
was through.  Part 9 Sharon watched, as promised, as Kim put in her full
shift at Pussy Cats.  She had started each dance with just panties, not
having any brassieres to wear.  As she had been commanded, Kim had
dutifully doffed her panties at the end of her first dance and had given
them away.  The crowd seemed elated to see the souvenirs and by the end of
the night, Kim had made more money than any previous night.  Saddened by
her day, but unbelievably aroused by all that happened, during her last
dance Kim had pulled a chair onto the stage and masturbated to a noisy
orgasm in front of the whole audience.  The tips and applause were
impressive and even Sharon was amazed at how resilient her little
Kimmie-Doll seemed to be.  The entire night, while not dancing, Kim served
the men in the private rooms to the right of the stage. At the end of the
night, Sharon drove Kim home.  Kim was wearing her green dress and just sat
silently in the back seat, spread, her phone in her purse next to a large
pile of cash. Dropping her off at her house, Sharon said, "See you
tomorrow, Kimmie." "Yes, Miss Reed." Kim sounded weak, even to herself.
Sharon watched as Kim walked into her house and shut herself away from the
world.  Kim stripped on her Dressing Rug and took a forty minute shower,
trying to wash the day away.  She traipsed naked to her bed and an hour
after locking herself in, Kim was asleep. Part 10 Sharon masturbated to a
delightful orgasm, decided it wasn't enough, and picked up her phone. 
"Jason," she said, "get over here and do me!" Twenty minutes later, Jason
Townsend, a senior at the local high-school arrived at her door and did as
he was bid.  Sated, Sharon sent him away.  It will be easier, she thought,
next year when he's a student at her college.  The wait had nearly been too
much; Sharon could be impatient. Ten minutes later, Sharon was asleep. Kim
and Sharon Chapter 4 by Tester86

   Part 1 Sharon arrived ten minutes before seven that Friday morning. 
She carried her camera and a small plastic bag to Kim -(TM)s door and rang
the bell.  Kimberly opened the door, nude, her brown tresses pulled back
into twin pigtails and her face made up the same as the day before. 
Sharon could see a small blush on Kim -(TM)s face and delighted in it. 
"Good morning, Kimmie." Not repeating the mistake of the previous morning,
Kim said, "Good morning, Miss Reed." She tried to sound happy and almost
succeeded. "I have something for you," Sharon said handing the small bag to
Kim.  "I picked it up at the drug store this morning just for you."  Kim
opened the bag and pulled out a purple and white box labeled Spa Wax.  Kim
looked at it, her face lined with confusion.  "Miss Reed?" Sharon barked
laughter.  "You did not ask me to humiliate you yesterday while we were
shopping.  I am sure you thought you were embarrassed enough, but that is
not the way the game is played.  This is your punishment.  Tonight, instead
of shaving your pussy, you are going to go on stage and wax yourself
bald.  It -(TM)ll hurt, I am sure.  At least I hope so," she chuckled at
this.  "You are also going to offer the little strips of pubic hair as
souvenirs.  I can -(TM)t imagine anyone wanting them, but it should be so
embarrassing for you to offer them.  I -(TM)ll probably come to the club to
watch you do it." Kim -(TM)s mouth hung open, praying she had misheard
Sharon, but knowing she had not.  She shut her mouth, swallowed and meekly
said, "Yes, Miss Reed." There was nothing else she could say. "Excellent.
Now, let -(TM)s go see what you -(TM)re gonna wear to work today." Kim
followed Sharon to the bedroom carrying the wax with her.  Sharon commanded
Kim to spread her legs while Sharon grabbed a small white blouse from the
closet.  She poked her head out of the closet and asked, "Where are your
new skirts, Kimmie?" Kim -(TM)s head snapped to Sharon; surely she -(TM)d
not have to wear those to work.  Would she?  "Please," Kim said, "don
-(TM)t make me wear those to class.  You said you -(TM)d take it easy on me
on campus.  Please." Sharon -(TM)s smile faded from her lips.  "You don
-(TM)t like your new skirts, Kimmie?" Kim -(TM)s face went from red to
white to red again as shame and fear played equally across her mind.  How
could she answer that question?  If she said she liked them then Sharon
would certainly make her wear one; and if she said she did not like them
then what?  Kim figured Sharon would have them modified with the scissors
in her purse.  Sharon would tell Kim why Kim did not like them.  It was a
lose-lose situation.  "Whatever you say, Miss Reed," Kim said sounding
broken. "Well, then, I say have a nice day." She dropped the blouse on the
floor and walked from the room.  Her heels clicked loudly on the kitchen
tile as she made her way to the front door.  Kim ran after her, darting
through the dining room and into the foyer just as Sharon arrived.  "I
-(TM)m sorry, Miss Reed," Kim said, her head bowed.  "Forgive me." Sharon
-(TM)s intention had been clear.  She was leaving and with her any hope of
Kim keeping her house and both jobs.  Kim could not allow that to happen.
For the first time she realized how truly trapped she was.  "It seems I
have to go through this every day," Sharon spoke slowly.  "Yesterday you
promised you -(TM)d not give me any more trouble and the first thing this
morning, there you are, arguing with me.  Why should I keep doing this?"
Kim was nearly in tears, "I -(TM)m sorry." She was apologizing to Sharon;
that seemed to redden Kim -(TM)s cheeks even more.  "Well then," Sharon
said.  She took a deep breath, "Where are your new skirts?" "In the laundry
room, Miss Reed."  She had planned on washing them over the weekend and so
had dropped then in the laundry room when she had gotten in from Pussy Cats
the previous evening. "Go get them and meet me in the bedroom." "Yes, Miss
Reed." Kim returned to find Sharon sitting on her bed.  "Put one on,"
Sharon commanded. Kim placed the skirts down on the bed next to Sharon and
grabbed the top one from the pile.  She pulled the tags free, dropping them
on the bed.  She donned the skirt and as she had noticed the day before,
the skirt was entirely too short.  Her pussy was completely covered, but
she could feel the skirt skimming her ass.  She pulled her hand along the
skirt, tugging the hem lower.  She looked at herself in the mirror, with
the skirt as low as she could wear it she could still see the curve of her
ass reflected back at her; the twin swells were playing peek-a-boo with the
hem of her skirt. "Now," Sharon said, her eyes hard points, her voice iron,
"this is what you are going to wear to class today." She stared at Kimmie,
daring her to protest.  Wisely, Kim remained quiet, but she could feel
tears threaten to spill from her eyes.  "And," Sharon continued, "you are
going to grab the remaining skirts I let you keep including the ones that
needed to be modified and we are going to drop them off at the tailors this
morning.  Because of your little outburst, this will be the longest skirt
you will own.  Got it?" Shamed and scared Kim said, "yes, Miss Reed." Her
voice was little more than a squeak. "Now grab the blouse from the closet."
Kim obeyed. "Put it on." Sharon watched as Kim donned the blouse.  Before
Kim -(TM)s outburst, the blouse was going to be the worst part of her
outfit for the day, not the skirt.  Kim -(TM)s little display had actually
helped Sharon to speed things up; maybe a little too fast, she thought. 
Sharon secretly hoped Kim would defy her again.  The blouse was tight and
thin and Kim -(TM)s breasts were covered, but their shape as well as the
hard points of Kim -(TM)s nipples were perfectly outlined.  Wearing it, Kim
-(TM)s breasts were at the same time hidden, yet their shape and size fully
revealed. Seeing herself, Kim wanted to hide away.  She would be clearly
displayed in the outfit Sharon had chosen for her.  Chocking back a sob,
she knew she -(TM)d obey.  Sharon would not hesitate to end Kim -(TM)s
career and Kim losing her house did not bother Sharon in the least. 
Trapped, Kim thought, then, no, a stranger thought crept through her
conscious thoughts.  Owned.  She was owned. "Grab your wax, and all of your
skirts and let -(TM)s go.  Remember, we decided they were a little long."
Sharon almost broke out laughing at the look on Kim -(TM)s face. Kim did as
she was told, grabbing every skirt she owned and walked, dressed in her
breast-hugging blouse and tiny skirt, meekly behind Sharon.  She held the
skirts in front of her with both hands, the bag containing her wax hung
from her wrist.  She followed Sharon to the door, grabbed her purse with
her phone, donned the same short heels as yesterday, and left the house
with Sharon.  She struggled to lock the door.  "Get in and spread," Sharon
said as she climbed behind the wheel. Kim placed the items she was carrying
down in the back seat, sat, moved forward and spread her legs.  Her pussy
gaped back at her.  The skirt was so short that with her legs spread her
naked ass was on the cloth of the seat, not the denim of the skirt.  She
wanted to shut her legs, she wanted to cover up, and she wanted to flee. 
Instead, she meekly sat there and wondered how she could be any more
embarrassed.  She needed to come up with a way; the waxing would be
horrible and it was a punishment for not asking for even more humiliation.
Think, she berated herself, think. Sharon backed from the driveway,
watching Kim in the rear view mirror.  Sharon -(TM)s pussy throbbed at the
power she exerted over Kim.  She wanted to watch Kim struggle with what she
was being made to do.  She enjoyed treating Kim poorly and from the looks
of Kim -(TM)s swollen sex, she enjoyed it too.  "Miss Reed," Kim said, her
voice little more than a whisper, "to humiliate me, may I have one of the
skirts shortened even more?" Kim had reasoned that with the scissors in her
purse, it was bound to happen anyway and thought that this would satisfy
Sharon and not really be anything different than what would eventually
happen anyway. Sharon smiled, "I -(TM)ll take care of it.  You don -(TM)t
like the idea of the waxing, do you, Kimmie?" "No, Miss Reed." Sharon
grinned, "well, then this will help you.  The next time we are together and
you forget to ask me to humiliate you, do you know what your punishment
will be?" Kim shook her head, "No, Miss Reed." "Would you like to?" Kim
thought about it and decided, "Yes, Miss Reed." If it wasn -(TM)t that bad,
she reasoned it would be like a  -~get out of jail card -(TM); a free-pass.
Maybe it would be tamer than any humiliation that she -(TM)d be able to
come up with. "Well, Kimmie," Sharon was giddy, "if you forget, you will
move your Dressing Rug outside onto your front porch.  Won -(TM)t that be
fun?" Kim gasped.  If she were forced to strip and dress outside than the
likelihood of being seen by her neighbors would skyrocket.  She was
fortunate they had not seen her yet but with Sharon leading her, Kim knew
it would be just a matter of time.  And, as before, how do you answer such
a loaded question.  Shaking with fear and blushing with shame, Kim said,
"thank you, Miss Reed." It wasn -(TM)t an answer, but Sharon said
nothing.  Sharon drove to a drycleaners that opened early for the business
community and parked the car.  "Hand me your clothes and wait here.  Do
not close your legs.  Got it?" Blushing, Kim said she understood.  She
handed the skirts to Sharon and watched as Sharon walked off with her
skirts in her hands.  Kim jumped when the car beeped, the alarm locking her
inside like a puppy added more color to her crimson cheeks.  She sat
there, legs obscenely spread, her pussy, wet with need staring up at her
and whoever chose to walk by the car.  She covered her face with her hands
and waited for Sharon to return. Sharon walked into the store and handed
the skirts to the man behind the counter.  "I need these dry-cleaned,"
Sharon said, "and I would like to have all of these shortened by a full
inch," she indicated the new skirts, "and this one," Sharon pulled one of
the correct sized denim skirts free, the tags still hanging from it,
"shortened by three inches." She picked through Kim -(TM)s original skirts
and said, "And all of these need to be the same length as the denim
ones."  Sharon was smiling.  Kim had asked to have one of her skirts
shortened and Sharon had gleefully had them all made shorter.  The skirt
Kim was wearing was her longest one, as promised. The man politely agreed,
marking the sales order, making a number of notes.  "They -(TM)ll be mighty
short," he said. "It -(TM)s okay," Sharon agreed.  "I -(TM)m counting on
it." The man looked at Sharon, wondering if she was kidding.  Deciding that
she was not he asked, "When would you like them?" "Tomorrow?" He nodded,
"It -(TM)ll cost," he counted the thirteen skirts and said, "fifty-two
bucks extra for next day." "That will be fine." He finished writing up the
sale and handed the receipt to Sharon.  "Tomorrow afternoon," he said. 
Sharon thanked him and returned to the car where her little Kimmie-doll was
sitting, head hidden in her hands and legs spread wide, waiting for Sharon
-(TM)s return.  The car beeped as Sharon unlocked the door and Kim jumped,
looking around eyes wide, her knees bouncing at the sound.  Sharon laughed
at Kim -(TM)s obvious distress.  "Let -(TM)s head to class.  I -(TM)m sure
you will have your students -(TM) undivided attention today." Kim could
only moan. Part 2 Looking from his office window, Dean Waters could not
believe what he was seeing.  Kimberly Turner was walking behind Sharon
Reed with her head bowed.  Kim was dressed quite provocatively and he
wondered if his decision to allow her to find herself again was a good one.
She looked less professional than any of the other faculty at the college
and her skirt was nearly shameful.  From his window he could clearly see
the swell of her breasts bounce under the thin, white shirt that she was
wearing.  The only thing remotely demure about Kim was her sensible shoes.
If the heels were any higher than Kim would look more like a hooker than an
educator.  He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.  He
had to talk to Sharon and see what she thought and then he -(TM)d talk to
Kim. He stepped from the window and sat at his desk.  He jotted down a
note to talk to Sharon and then stood up to once again look out the
window.  The two had almost made it into the English wing and looking at
them he pondered why Kim was walking behind Sharon and why was her head
bowed?  Was she embarrassed by her attire and if so, why was she wearing
it? Was there more going on than he knew?  He shook his head and picked up
the phone. "Sir?" The voice of his secretary rang in his ears. "Have Sharon
Reed meet me in my office after her first class." "Yes, Dean Waters."
"Thank you, Carla." And Dean Waters began his day as Sharon and Kim entered
the building. He was not the only one curious as to what was happening
between Sharon Reed and Kimberly Turner.  Part 3 Beep.  Beep. Kim sat at
her desk, looking at her students looking at her.  The walk into the
building had been humiliating.  As she had climbed from Sharon -(TM)s car,
her legs parted and her pussy gaped at Sharon.  Sharon had teased her. 
"Nice look, slut.  I can -(TM)t wait to see you bare.  Then you won -(TM)t
have anything hiding your pussy from view." The laugh came next and
shame-faced, Kim had dropped her head.  "Walk behind me, Kimmie," Sharon
had said.  "You -(TM)re not my equal." Her tone was full of malice. "Yes,
Miss Reed." What could she say?  She was owned and she knew it.  She
followed Sharon into the school and as she walked down the crowded hall,
her ass shaking below the edge of her skirt, she could almost feel the eyes
on her.  The hem of her skirt tickled her naked cheeks softly, like a
gentle caress.  Kim found it both distracting and arousing and it reminded
her exactly how little the skirt covered.  Or, more importantly, how much
of her ass was revealed.  The cheeks of her ass was visible to the staff
and students that milled in the hallway. She had been relieved to climb
behind her desk, to hide her body from the view of the young men and women
that attended the college.  As she had the day before, a book blocked her
chest from the stares of her students and the modesty panel of the desk
kept her lower body fully concealed.  It was a welcome feeling, not being
seen.  But, her students were staring at her, some blatantly and some  a
little less conspicuously. Beep.  Beep. Kim dropped the book and eyed her
students, wondering what the sound had been.  The third time she heard it,
it dawned on her that it was her new phone.  She opened the left hand
drawer, pulled her phone from her purse, flipped it open and read the
display. Spread. Kim -(TM)s mouth fell open; her cheeks flared with
color.  She looked at the screen in disbelief.  Here?  Sharon couldn
-(TM)t mean here, could she?  She looked at her students, half of them
working on their assignment while the other half keeping their attention on
the blushing teacher.  Kim turned her head and saw Sharon watching her
from the hallway. Reluctantly, Kim spread her legs wide.  Nothing was
visible to her students, the modesty panel of the desk made sure of that,
but to Kim that was little consolation.  To Kim there was a huge difference
between the embarrassment she felt while exposing her naked bodies to
others and this humiliation of exposing herself to no one.  This was
worse. Nobody could see her undignified pose or her pussy, her desk kept
her body hidden from view.  Still, her pulse was racing and she found it
hard to swallow.  Her students were in the room with her, her pussy open
and only her desk hid the shameful display.  Nothing was visible but she
felt even more revealed than when she held the same pose in the back of
Sharon -(TM)s car.  Did it come down to being seen or was it where she was
that made the humiliation greater?  Or was it something else, she wondered.
She had felt humiliated in the mall the day before but not to this degree.
Revealing herself to others had always been arousing to her which was why
she had tolerated the games with her ex-husband.  Finally, when Sharon
turned from her the window, it came to Kim why this was worse.  It wasn
-(TM)t the shameful pose or the blatant display; those things still
aroused. It was the loss of anonymity that made this humiliation greater.
These were her students, she knew them all by name and they knew her.  It
reminded Kim of what Rascal had said: use a stage name.  You don -(TM)t
want people to know who you really are.  There was safety in being
anonymous.  She was shamed by her exhibitionism, but as long as no one knew
who she was, she was safe and the mocking tones and hushed whispers, while
adding to her embarrassment did not have a chance to get back to her
later.  Being unknown, once the exhibitionism ended, so did the
humiliation.  But, being known, the whispers would continue long after her
body was once again hidden from view. Did Sharon realize this?  If not, Kim
wondered, should I tell her?  Kim decided, keeping her legs wantonly
splayed, that she would keep this knowledge from Sharon.  If Sharon
understood, telling her would change nothing, but if Sharon was unaware
than Kim was certain that Sharon would force Kim to reveal her body to more
people that she knew.  It was, Kim knew, why the threat to move the
dressing rug outside was such a good punishment; she wanted to remain
anonymous.  It aroused her to be seen naked by others, just not others that
she knew. She kept her legs wantonly spread, wondering when she could close
them.  Sharon had witnessed her obyeing and Kim did not want to be seen
disobeying.  Still, she wanted to close them.  Only fear allowed her to
continue teaching in such a lewd position. Part 4 "Do you have anything to
tell me?" Dean Waters asked Sharon who was sitting in a comfortable leather
chair opposite his desk. "About?" Ted Waters ran his hand through his hair
and with more calm than he felt said, "She looks like a whore.  How can I
have her teaching in such a scandalous outfit?  You -(TM)ve spoken to her.
Does she realize how she looks, how she comes across?  When she was walking
in," seeing the shamed trek in his mind, "she seemed to be hiding her face.
If she -(TM)s embarrassed, why is she dressed like she is?" Sharon looked
at Ted, her mind spinning.  She did not want Kim -(TM)s humiliation to end
on campus; the bitch did not deserve a reprieve anywhere.  She had to
convince the Dean that this was important to Kim.  She made a note to
herself to tell Kim to keep her head up, to at least act like she was
enjoying what was being done to her.  "Sir," Sharon said, speaking calmly,
"she has convinced me that she needs this, and I believe her.  It was just
her first time coming to class dressed this way and her wondering what
everyone would think that caused her to try and hide her face.  She wanted
to wear a shorter skirt but I convinced her that for today, to take it
easy. Did you know that the skirt she is wearing is her longest one?  She
threw the rest away to not be tempted to change her mind." She paused,
eyeing Dean Waters.  Would he believe her?  She continued, "As I mentioned
to you, with her divorce she needs to feel sexy again.  And you have to
admit, she looks pretty sexy in that skirt." The Dean nodded, which Sharon
took as a good sign. "If I hear one complaint about her attire," he said,
exhaling sharply, wondering when dealing with the faculty became as
difficult as dealing with students, "then I will send her home for a week
so that she can purchase less revealing clothing.  A second warning and I
will release her.  Make sure she understands this.  I do not want to have
to intervene, but I will." And, he did like seeing her, he thought. "I
-(TM)ll see to it, Dean," Sharon said.  "Okay." Sharon knew she was
dismissed.  She stood, nodded politely and left the Dean -(TM)s office. 
She walked from the Administrative Building, past the library and the
Science Building and into the English Department Building.  Each step
closer to her empty classroom raised her ire even more.  Kim was dressed
like a trollop and it was Sharon that got the reprimand.  Sure, Sharon was
the reason Kim was dressed like she was, but still, did that matter?  That
bitch even had the Dean on her side.  Sharon wondered briefly if she was
being fair and dismissed the thought; it was easier being mean to Kim if
she was angry with her.  She stopped outside the door to Kim -(TM)s
classroom and smiled.  The bitch still had her legs widely spread.  A
thought entered Sharon -(TM)s mind and her anger dissipated where it was
replaced with merriment.  She pulled out her cell phone and made a call. 
Part 5 Kim slid her knees together.  "Have a good weekend.  Don -(TM)t
forget your papers due on Monday." She watched her students file from the
room and when she was alone, the last period done, she stood and stretched
her legs.  She had been sitting all day, not wanting to stand and face her
students in her horribly short skirt.  Her chalkboard had remained clean,
she had not turned her back on her class to write on the flat surface. 
Sitting, she had remained hidden.  Standing would have been too revealing.
"How was your day, Kimmie?" Sharon called from the doorway. "Embarrassing,
Miss Reed," Kim admitted. "Yeah?  Good.  I spoke to the Dean about you
today." Kim remained silent, waiting for Sharon to continue. "He seems to
think you do not like how you are dressed.  I convinced him otherwise, but
we have a new rule now.  You are not allowed to hide your face.  He says
you were walking with your head held down and we can -(TM)t have that, now
can we?" Kim blushed as she whispered, "No, Miss Reed." Sharon savored the
look on Kim -(TM)s face.  It was a look of fear and shame and even lust all
intermixed and it made Sharon -(TM)s own face flush with growing
excitement. "You will keep your head up.  I don -(TM)t care how embarassed
you are, you will not hide your face.  You will let people see all of you.
Got it?" Kim hated those two words, words Sharon seemed to use at her
expense entirely too often.  "Yes, Miss Reed." "Good.  Let -(TM)s go."
Meekly, Kim followed Sharon to her car and climbed into the back.  The
order to  -~spread -(TM) was not a surprise. Part 6 I Think I'm Going Bald
blared through the club -(TM)s sound system.  To Kim, Rush never sounded so
vicious.  Tommy had laughed when she had told him her plans but, as always,
he knew just the right song to play.  Her first three dance sets of the
night had gone well, each of them getting her invites into the back.  It
was the largest crowd she had seen, the stage had only one empty seat and
over half the tables that rested around the club were full with hollering
and semi-drunk men.  Carlos had said it was the busiest Friday he had seen
as well when Kim handed him the wax kit to microwave for her last set of
the night. Sharon was sitting at the bar, her camera resting next to her
martini, watching Kim.  So far, Sharon was impressed with Kim -(TM)s
performance.  She had enjoyed watching Kim shimmy free of her panties and
give them away to a man that had not tipped her, as Sharon had commanded.
It seemed to actually help Kim make money.  Sharon noticed the three other
dancers working that night mingled with the crowd before being escorted to
the back rooms for a private dance, while Kim had men approach her.  Kim
-(TM)s fear that she -(TM)d lose money by giving away her panties seemed to
be unnecessary. When the last set began, Kim pulled a chair and accessories
from behind the maroon curtain, and danced across the floor to the bar. 
The men were following her movements, and to Sharon they seemed almost
tense, as if they were expecting something.  Kim grabbed the warm kit from
Carlos who had been nice enough to get it ready for her and with the music
blaring and her hands full, Kim made her way back to the stage.  She
plopped into the chair, spread her legs as wide as she could and like a
magician showing his audience the setup for a magic trick, Kim showed the
crowd her intentions. The music seemed to fade as the applause started. 
Kim used the wooden stick, it reminded her of a tongue depressor, to spread
the hot wax over her pubic hair.  She pulled the first white strip of
cloth from the box next to the chair and pressed it over the wax.  She
rubbed it and looking left to right, he toes bouncing to the music, she
grabbed the edge of the cloth and pulled as quickly as she could. The
applause dwarfed the music. Kim had not realized how much pain she would
feel in her pussy as she plucked her pubic hair free, but each painful tug
seemed to quicken her pulse and make her pussy swell with lust.  She was
thankful, as she grabbed another strip of cloth that she only had a thin
line to wax and not a full pubic bush.  Kim took eight painful pulls to
denude herself of her pubic hair.  With each tug, the audience clapped and
when the last strip gave way, Kim dropped her hand over her bare pussy and
felt the heat rising from her sex.  The excitement she felt from her
exposure as well as the pain in her sex had caused her sex to throb with
need.  She shut her eyes and brought herself to an orgasm that could not be
heard over the cheering audience. Sated, Kim climbed to her feet and picked
up the pieces of hairy cloth.  She held them in front of her, showing them
to the audience.  The tables were empty, every man in the place was
standing shoulder to shoulder at the stage.  Kim flashed the wax strips
coated with her pubic hair and was amazed to see how much money was being
offered for them.  Kim had been told to offer them as souvenirs, did that
mean she could not sell them?  Sharon had not said and when it was all
done, she had made nearly three hundred dollars for the eight sheets of
cloth that held the remains of her pubic hair. Sharon had snapped pictures
of it all.  The pictures, Sharon thought, were going to be important very
soon. At the end of the night, as they were getting ready to leave and with
Kim still beaming from how much money she had made, she turned to Sharon,
"Miss Reed, to humiliate me, may I ride home naked?" After the night she
-(TM)d had, it did not seem very humiliating. "Of course.  Leave your
clothes here and let -(TM)s go." Sharon took Kim home and as Kim opened the
back door to run inside, still nude, her clothes locked safely away in her
locker at the strip club, Sharon said, "I -(TM)ll be over in the morning.
We -(TM)re going to have fun tomorrow.  Well," she grinned an unfriendly
smile, "I will anyway.  Good night, Kimmie." "Good night, Miss Reed," Kim
said and ran inside to lock the day behind her. Kim and Sharon Chapter 5 by
Tester86

   Part 1 The ringing phone pulled Kim from her slumber.  She stretched,
rubbed her eyes and reached to answer the call.  Sounding sleepy she said,
"Hello?" "Yes, Kim.  It -(TM)s David from the club." She recognized his
accent, "Yes?" He sounded less gruff than he did during her interview.  He
was a nice guy, Kim knew after having been at the club for a bit now; the
tough exterior was an act to rule out dancers who were not serious when
they came responding to the seemingly constant newspaper ads. "Well," he
paused, "I want to change your work days if that -(TM)s okay with you. 
Instead of Mondays I want you to come in on Saturdays.  I know it -(TM)s
too short a notice for today, but, well, you -(TM)ve made some fans and the
crowd last night was the biggest we -(TM)ve had in a long time and I want
to give you the best work nights instead of the starter -(TM)s nights.  So,
Saturday instead of Monday?" Kim sat up, her covers falling from her
breasts and said, "Sounds great." She liked the idea of not working when
she had to teach class the next day.  And, she thought with astonishment, I
have a fan club.  The idea made her nervous and excited at the same time. 
"So I won -(TM)t come in on Monday, right?" "Right.  The show you put on is
great and the guys love watching you masturbate.  We never had a girl do
that before.  Keep it up!  Really, good job." Kim was blushing at the
praise and it was a welcome change to blush from kind words as compared to
humiliation.  "Thanks, David." "Thank you," he said and to Kim his
sincerity was evident.  "See you Thursday." Kim hung up feeling good about
herself. Part 2 The doorbell announced Sharon -(TM)s arrival.  Kim glanced
at the clock above the stove; it was twenty past noon.  Kim felt a small
pulse of happiness that Sharon started her day so late; it was good to
spend time alone, away from Sharon and away from prying eyes.  She padded,
naked of course, to answer the door.  She had been obeying Sharon -(TM)s
rule to remain naked in her home.  She had done so with her ex-husband and
it was...  safer?  She wasn -(TM)t confident, but Kim was certain that
Sharon would know if she disobeyed; she had always been a lousy liar. 
Naked, Kim opened the door, "Good afternoon, Miss Reed." To Kim her voice
sounded cheerful. "Hi, Kimmie," Sharon said.  "Let -(TM)s go get your
outfit for the day.  We -(TM)re going to have so much fun." Sharon -(TM)s
tone had Kim worried.  Fun for Sharon was certainly not going to be
enjoyable for Kimberly.  "Yes, Miss Reed," Kim said, shutting the door and
blocking her naked form from view.  Kim followed Sharon through the kitchen
and into the master bedroom.  Sharon was smiling as she eyed her naked
pet. "Well," Sharon began, sounding almost gleeful, "what are you going to
wear today/" She looked in Kim -(TM)s closets and dresser drawers, "We don
-(TM)t seem to have much, do we?  All of your skirts are at the tailors
and you definitely need a skirt today.  Well, I guess you -(TM)ll just
have to wear the one you wore yesterday.  Go fetch it and grab your
t-shirts." Kim hastened to obey, returning from the laundry room with the
Abercrombie shirts and the same, short skirt she had worn to work the day
before.  "Here you are, Miss Reed." "Go grab your scissors and a marker."
Sharon began picking through the shirts as Kim ran off to grab the
requested items.  She picked up the largest, dropped it, grabbed another
and then finally settled on a tiny t-shirt just as Kim returned to the
bedroom.  "Put this on," Sharon ordered. Kim donned the shirt and while it
was snug, it felt good to be covered.  "Very good," Sharon said as she
picked up the marker.  "Now, grab the hem and tug the shirt down as hard as
you can." Kim did as she was told without argument.  She pulled the shirt
down tight across her breasts.  "Perfect, hold it there," Sharon said. 
Sharon then marked the shirt with the marker just below the rising swell of
Kim -(TM)s tits.  She made two additional marks, each on the side of the
t-shirt.  Sharon made a final mark along Kim -(TM)s spine.  She set the
maker down, picked up the scissors and held them out to Kim.  "Now, take
the shirt off and cut the bottom off.  Use the marks I made as a guide."
Kim did as she was told. "Great," Sharon said.  "Grab your shirt and skirt,
put the scissors in your purse and meet me at the car." Kim did as she was
commanded and stood naked on her dressing rug.  She pulled the skirt up her
legs and once again felt the material tickle her ass.  She was covered but
knew from the day before how close she was to being revealed.  She pulled
on the shirt and gasped at how short it was.  The rough edge ended with the
underside of her breasts displayed.  Her nipples stood proud and pushed
against the thin fabric.  She looked at herself in the mirror by the door
and blushed; she looked like a slut in her outfit; the word Fitch nearly
cut in half from where she had doctored the t-shirt.  Kim realized that by
tugging the shirt down as she had, it had raised the modified edge.  It was
a humiliating outfit, one that would attract attention to her, and Kim
reluctantly donned her shoes to meet Sharon outside.  Sharon was laughing
at the way Kim looked.  The slut -(TM)s tits were bouncing and each step
caused the lower rise to dance with the jagged hem of the shirt, revealing
and then concealing just a pinch of Kim -(TM)s breasts.  Well, Sharon
thought, more than the lower edge will be seen today.  She was still
laughing as Kim climbed in the back of the car and spread her legs, her now
naked pussy gaping up at Sharon -(TM)s gaze. Sharon backed from the car and
drove across town.  She pulled into a long L-shaped strip mall and parked
the car near the center of the L.  Kim jumped in surprise, her head
darting to look behind her as Sharon popped the trunk.  "Okay, Kimmie,"
Sharon said with a grin that would make the Cheshire Cat envious.  "Here
-(TM)s our first stop." Kim glanced around, wondering what humiliation
Sharon had planned for her.  It was something she seemed to be giving a lot
of thought recently. "You are going to carry the bags containing your
clothes into Goodwill.  Make sure you get a receipt for tax purposes."
Sharon could see Kim -(TM)s eyes growing moist and a surge of power swelled
within her.  She loved the feeling she got by dominating the bitch.  The
receipt, of course, was just to increase the amount of time Kim spent
displaying herself in the tiny outfit she was wearing. Kim looked at Sharon
and then said, "Miss Reed, to humiliate me, may I carry the bags in one at
a time?" Kim had thought about her requirement to ask to be humiliated and
had come up with the idea to just take Sharon -(TM)s idea and make it just
a little worse.  In this case, the task would take a bit longer, but the
exposure would be the same.  If she was asked to flash her breasts to five
men; how much worse would ten men be?  It was like taking back a little bit
of the control Sharon held over her.  If it worked, she was confident her
Dressing Rug would remain inside.  "That is a great idea, Kimmie," Sharon
said still smiling.  Kim climbed from the car, tugged the hem of her skirt
as far down as she could and grabbed the first of four bags.  She walked
into the store and lifted the bag onto the counter.  "I -(TM)d like to
donate these, please," she said with all the courage she could muster.  She
could feel tears threatening to spill from her eyes and struggled to keep
them from falling. A heavy-set woman of about forty looked at Kim.  A look
of disgust flared in the woman -(TM)s face so briefly that Kim wondered if
she had really seen it.  "Okay," was all the woman said. "I have a few more
things," Kim said, struggling to sound happy.  "Just do what you need to
do." Kim left the bag on the counter and left the store.  She made three
additional trips, walking past open stores and various shoppers as they
went about their business.  Heads turned and countless eyes followed Kim as
she repeated the trek from Sharon -(TM)s car to the store and back again. 
She could almost feel the stares; she could almost hear the taunts.  She
burned with shame as she witnessed men pointing her out to their friends
and women turning their heads in disgust.  With the last bag, the one
containing her old panties and bras, in her hands she shut Sharon -(TM)s
trunk and made the humiliating walk back into the store.  She could feel
the warm afternoon air caress her breasts and the wind of the day tickled
her bare pussy.  She was barely covered and she was giving away the only
clothes she had that offered any modesty.  It was humiliating and humbling
and Kim hated Sharon for it.  It won -(TM)t be forever, she reminded
herself as she walked back into the store.  It won -(TM)t be forever. Kim
stood at the counter as the woman pawed through her clothes and rifled
through her underwear.  The woman punched numbers into a calculator and
when the four bags were empty, the clothes lying as a lump in a large cloth
basket, the woman said, "four hundred dollars; you want that in store
credit?" Kim couldn -(TM)t believe the number, she knew what she had paid
and it was considerably more than that, "No.  Just a receipt please." The
woman nodded, filled out two pieces of paper and handed one to Kim.  Her
voice was hard as she said, "Maybe you should have kept some of them.  Don
-(TM)t you have any shame?" Kim wondered if the woman was color blind; her
face had been crimson the entire time.  Instead, Kim said, "Thank you." She
left the Goodwill store, her receipt in her hand, and walked back to the
car where Sharon was gleefully waiting for her.  "Wasn -(TM)t that fun?"
Kim hated the loaded questions.  "I have the receipt, Miss Reed," was her
answer, showing the paper to Sharon. "You keep it," Sharon said.  "I -(TM)m
hungry.  Let -(TM)s go get lunch." Sitting in the back seat, her legs
spread like a drunken whore, Kim could only wonder what else she was going
to have to do today.  She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and was
not surprised when her hand came back wet.  Part 3 Kim sat opposite Sharon.
Sharon was enjoying her day so far and knew that Kimmie was not going to
like the trip she had planned to the mall.  The thought of it made her
giddy.  She looked at Kim and said, "Spread." She took a sip of her
lemonade and watched the pain and shame and fear that danced across Kim
-(TM)s face.  Kim blanched and looked around nervously.  When they had
entered the restaurant she had witnessed heads turning to look at her
shameful attire.  Eyes followed her as they were shown a table and now,
with their drinks served and lunch ordered, peering eyes were still staring
her way.  Men were openly ogling her and it seemed that each of the wait
staff made it by their table; the word of her appearance had made the
rounds through the restaurant.  Her naked ass was sitting on the seat but
at least the hem covered all of her, but now she would be more than
revealed.  She swallowed and moved her knees apart.  Even with the table
hiding her blatant display she felt that the only thing visible was her
bare pussy and blushing face. Sharon peeked under the table.  "Wipe
yourself, you slut," she teased.  Her voice hardened, "And no matter what,
you do not close your legs until I tell you to.  Got it?" She could barely
speak, "Yes, Miss Reed." Sharon smiled at Kimberly, "Monday, when you are
at the club, I have something you need to do." "I no longer work Monday
-(TM)s there, Miss Reed.  David called and changed my working days to
Thursday, Friday and Saturday." She sounded so weak and Kim hated herself
for it. "Well, then," Sharon said, "that -(TM)ll be good.  Thursday then.
When you come out in your little bra and panties, you are going to take off
your panties and bury them inside that moist hole of yours.  Then, for your
second dance you -(TM)ll masturbate and finally pull them out and give them
away for the last song in the set.  You should have fun with that one."
Sharon was openly laughing at her. Wanting to hide, wanting to disappear
and afraid to admit that she probably would enjoy it, Kim meekly replied,
"Yes, Miss Reed." Their waitress, a thin, young woman approached their
table carrying their meal; a salad for Kim and a turkey club for Sharon. 
The waitress set the food down, looked at the flush on Kim -(TM)s face, to
the amusement on Sharon -(TM)s and shook her head.  "You have an
audience," the waitress said.  "You," she looked at Kim, "are the talk of
the restaurant.  How could you go out in public dressed like that?" Kim
burned with shame.  Can -(TM)t you tell I don -(TM)t want to be dressed
like this?  Look at my face.  I know I have an audience.  Thoughts as these
raced through her mind as she lowered her head.  "Remember your rules?"
Sharon asked. Kim raised her head.  She wasn -(TM)t allowed to hide her
face.  Smiling, Sharon looked at the young woman.  "You know how some
people are.  Did you know she -(TM)s not wearing panties?  Look." Kim
wanted to close her legs, wanted to hide her pussy and wanted to flee. 
Instead, with her hands shaking, she took a bite of her salad. The waitress
stepped back from the table and crouched down as if to tie her shoe.  "Holy
shit," she muttered.  She stood back up and asked Kim, "Have you no shame?
You -(TM)re flashing your kitty to the whole restaurant." Kim swallowed and
remained quiet.  How did you answer that question? Sharon spoke for her,
"She -(TM)s just a little exhibitionist; she likes showing off.  Make sure
you let everybody know." She was smiling as she spoke. The waitress turned
away and returned two minutes later with her phone.  "Can I, uh, take a
picture?  My friends won -(TM)t believe me when I tell them this." Sharon
answered for Kim, "By all means." Kim was staring at Sharon, begging with
her eyes to not allow this indignity to continue.  Please, her mind
screamed, no pictures.  Please.  Her legs were twitching as she struggled
to obey, instinct made her want to close her legs while fear kept them
widely parted.  The waitress dropped down again and snapped a few pictures
of Kim -(TM)s open legs and denuded pussy.  With each click the camera
made, Kim felt her shame intensify and her resolve slipping.  Please, let
-(TM)s get this over with, she thought.  Her hands were shaking, her
breathing shallow and her eyes damp.  "Thanks," the waitress said and
turned from the table. Sharon broke out laughing, "This is just too much
fun!" She took a bite of her sandwich and a sip of her drink.  A moment
later two more members of the wait staff approached the table with their
phones held up like a back-stage-pass and each time Sharon allowed them to
snap pictures of Kim -(TM)s open pussy.  Surprisingly, no one took a
picture of her face.  The parade of staff to their table kept the eyes of
the other patrons focused on Kim and her widely parted legs.  Even though
it was dark, how she was sitting was evident to just about all people
present.  Whispers burned her ears. They finished their meal.  At the end
Kim -(TM)s sex had been photographed roughly forty times by strangers and
the manager had come by to say he had "comped their meal" in exchange for
the show.  "But," he admonished, "next time, have her facing away from
other tables.  This is a family restaurant." Kim wanted to run screaming
from Sharon and the restaurant.  How had she let herself get in this
position?  And, please, she thought, don -(TM)t let there be a next time.
"Close your legs, Kimmie, and let -(TM)s go." Shame-faced, she walked from
the restaurant.  She noticed that everyone was watching her leave.  Part 4
"Ready for the next game?" Sharon asked. They were sitting in Sharon -(TM)s
car, Kim -(TM)s legs spread wide, with Sharon facing her.  Sharon was
parked outside the Sears attached to the same mall she had streaked twice
now, once with her ex-husband and once with Sharon just a few day -(TM)s
earlier.  She figured by the end of the day she would be streaking it
again.  "Yes, Miss Reed." She wasn -(TM)t really, but knew she had no
choice. "Get out of the car." Kim climbed from the car, flashing her naked
sex to Sharon as she did.  Sharon stood next to her and locked the door.
"This game is called, tits, ass or pussy.  You are going to walk through
the mall, all by yourself.  Don -(TM)t worry, I -(TM)ll be following close
enough to snap some lovely pictures," she held her camera up to Kim.  "You
are going to approach as many people as it takes to finish the game.  The
only words you are allowed to speak are  -~tits -(TM),  -~ass -(TM), or 
-~pussy. -(TM) If they say  -~tits -(TM) you are going to grab the edge of
your shirt with both hands and pull it straight up and flash your tits.  Do
it now." Kim stared open mouth at Sharon, not wanting to believe what she
was hearing.  Surely Sharon would  not make her do this, would she?  She
opened her mouth to protest and then shut her mouth with her hands clenched
in impotent fists.  She swallowed hard, opened her hands and grabbed her
tiny t-shirt.  She pulled the shirt up, flashing her breasts to Sharon and
the parking lot.  As quickly as she could, she lowered the shirt again.
"No, no, no, no, no," Sharon said.  "You are going to flash them while you
count, slowly, to five.  Now, try again.  Tits." Kim hesitated, shaking
with dread.  She grabbed the edge of her shirt with both hands again and
raised the shirt higher, pulling it free of her breasts.  She counted to
five and it was the longest five seconds of her life before hiding her
breast behind the fabric of the t-shirt again.  It was funny, she thought,
the t-shirt that was too short when she left the house was plenty long
enough now to provide her with a small amount of dignity. "Perfect.  Now,
if they say  -~pussy -(TM) or  -~ass -(TM), what will you do?  Show me. 
Pussy." Kim knew what she had to do.  Trembling she grabbed the edge of her
skirt and raised it with both hands until the whole of her waxed pussy was
visible to Sharon.  She counted to five and wondered how the long seconds
she had endured baring her breasts seemed short to the five count of
flashing her pussy.  As quickly as possible, she dropped her skirt and
smoothed it down. "Ass." Once again Kim grabbed the hem of her skirt.  She
spun around, yanked the skirt up and counted to five as she mooned Sharon.
At the end of the count, she lowered her skirt once more. "Perfect.  Now,
the game ends when you have flashed all three twenty times.  I imagine that
it won -(TM)t be an even distribution, men are such pigs after all,
although you can approach women too, if you -(TM)d like.  I would bet that
most would want to see your pussy.  I wonder how long it will take for you
to get through this?  Oh, and you can only ask each person once." Kim
wanted to cry as she listened to the game she was going to be playing. "Won
-(TM)t this be a fun game?" Rebellion flared in Kim and she muttered, "You
do it, if you think it -(TM)s fun." Sharon grinned, "Let -(TM)s make it
twenty-five times.  Care to go for thirty?" "No, Miss Reed," she said and
as she had thought before she realized that no matter how bad things are,
they can always get worse.  "Wonderful.  Let -(TM)s go." Kimberly walked
into Sears with Sharon following behind her about forty feet back. Part 5
The tool department was full of shoppers; men browsing for tools and lawn
equipment, hammers and chisels, saws and drills, pliers and wrenches.  Kim
was walking slowly, trembling in fear.  This was going to be shameful and
she wondered if she could do it.  It was the hardest thing Sharon had
ordered her to do so far.  Spreading her legs in her class with her
students a few feet away, but she had been hidden.  Here, she was to shame
herself and it took all of her will power to walk up to a man, browsing
electric drills and croak out the three harsh choices, "Tits, ass, or
pussy?" He looked at her confused, not sure if he had heard her right.  He
eyed her indecently clad body and said with a raised eyebrow, "Excuse me?"
"Tits, ass or pussy," she choked on the words. Was it an offer?  "Tits," he
said. Shaking, Kim grabbed the jagged edge of her t-shirt and pulled it up,
revealing her breasts and the hardened nubs of her nipples to the stranger.
She counted to five and over the man -(TM)s shoulder she could see Sharon
snapping pictures.  When she reached five, she lowered her shirt and her
eyes and spun quickly from the stunned shopper.  One down, and, Oh God,
seventy-four to go.  Kim agreed with Sharon, there was bound to be
duplicates as she neared the end of the task.  Still, she had to get this
over with if she was to make it home.  She had no doubt that Sharon would
keep her here until she finished her degradation or until the mall closed.
And then what?  What would the punishment be if she hadn -(TM)t finished?
Kim did not want to find out.  She spun around and walked further into the
tool department.  Two men were standing looking at socket sets, talking
about which set to purchase when Kim turned into the aisle.  They took one
look at her and stopped talking, their eyes taking in what Kim revealed. 
Trembling in anxiety, Kim looked at the men and asked, "itts, ass, or
pussy?" They looked at each other and back at Kim.  The one on the left
said, "pussy," as the other said, "tits." Kim was uncertain what to do. 
Would it count as one or two, and did she have to do both or wait for the
two men to come to an agreement.  Deciding to speed her day along, Kim
grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it up, nearly concealing her face
from the two men.  She counted to five, dropped the shirt and hiked her
skirt above her waist, flashing the two guys her hairless sex.  She could
feel how wet she was as the cool air of the store blew across her nether
lips and she wondered if the men could see her arousal.  At the count of
five she dropped her skirt, thankful that the humiliating display was over,
and left the aisle.  Three down, seventy-two to go; it seemed an
impossible number. She looked back and could see Sharon following her; she
was far enough back to see and hear everything but to not look like the two
of them were together.  Kim walked further into the store.  She made her
way into the appliance department and approached an employee standing next
to a dryer all alone.  She walked up to him and repeated her shaming
query, "Tits, ass, or pussy?" "Huh?" "Tits, ass, or pussy?" "What are you
talking about?" Sharon had instructed her that those were the only words
she could utter during this game and so she repeated them, "tits," she
thrust out her chest, "ass," she spun around revealing the shortness of her
skirt, "or pussy?" With the last word she thrust her hips forward. "Pussy,"
he said, blushing himself. Of course, she thought.  She grabbed the hem of
her skirt and hiked it upwards, once again baring her naked sex to a
stranger.  She counted to five, each number feeling like an eternity and
then quickly dropped her skirt.  She turned, saw Sharon watching her with a
smile on her evil face, and went looking for more humiliation.  Part 6
Sharon was enjoying the game immensely.  The little bitch was baring her
naked form to complete strangers with no prompting from her.  She just set
the game in motion and then sat back to watch it unfold.  She got the
enjoyment of Kimmie -(TM)s humiliation with no effort.  She followed Kim
through Sears, surprised at how well Kim seemed to be faring.  It was
funny; the slut was so intent on her task that she seemed oblivious to the
secondary display she was giving.  She would flash her pussy to a man and
behind her, her naked ass would be visible to three, four, and once about a
dozen others.  By the end of the first half hour, with Kim only about one
third of the way through her task, she had flashed twice that
inadvertently.  Sharon snapped about thirty pictures before Kim left Sears
and made her way into the central corridor of the mall. Part 7 The game was
horrible, each time she flashed her body it was not Sharon doing it; she
was humiliating herself alone.  A couple of times she looked for Sharon
when she was done and Sharon was nowhere to be found.  Was she hiding or
just moving to get a better shot.  She was worried about the pictures that
Sharon was taking, certain that no good could come of them.  Still, she had
to continue.  The walkway was crowded, shoppers bustled from store to
store, some with their hands full of packages and others with their arms
empty.  Mothers shopped with their children; teenage girls shopped in
groups and gossiped loudly to each other while talking on their cell
phones. Why, she wondered, did they put cameras in phones?  She remembered
seeing a story on the news about pictures appearing of women in various
stages of undress that the women themselves were not aware of; the small
devices were easily concealed in the hands of the unscrupulous.  She
glanced around the central walkway and concluded that it would be easier to
continue her task within the confines of the many stores than out in the
open.  Exposing herself to others was horribly humiliating but with the
small amount of control she had, she did not want to display her naked form
to children. She turned into a store that sold music CD -(TM)s and Video
tapes and inched along the aisles of music until she came to a young man
browsing through a display of video -(TM)s that read  -~ACTION -(TM).  She
walked up to him, and whispered her humiliating query. He had seen her
coming and he liked what she was showing, "ass," he said.  It was the
fourth time that request had been made; it was coming in last place.  Kim
spun around and pulled her skirt up, baring her ass to the young man and
displaying her naked sex to a couple that were sharing a diet coke.  She
counted to five and then hurried from the store feeling like a slut,
feeling ashamed and feeling aroused.  One more down. Part 8 "Is Vera here?"
"Yeah, she -(TM)s in the back.  I -(TM)ll get her for you." The girl, who
could barely be seventeen walked slowly through a parted curtain and came
back a moment later.  "She -(TM)ll be right with you." "Thanks," Sharon
said.  She turned from the register and walked to the front of the store
just in time to see Kim leaving Waldenbooks and cross the hall and enter a
men -(TM)s shoe store.  Kim was doing very well, Sharon had to admit.  She
had quickly figured out that it was less humiliating to perform her show in
private stores as compared to the bustling center walkways.  Next time,
Sharon smiled, I -(TM)ll add that the stores were off limits.  It was funny
how easy it was to make up games when she was not the one having to display
her naked charms.  "Hi," Vera said, recognizing the woman that had been
here the previous Thursday.  "Are you here to take me up on my offer?"
Sharon nodded, "Yes, I am.  How about Monday nights; it seems my," she
paused, trying to remember what she had previously revealed.  Finally,
"slave has Monday nights free and she would be glad to be your mannequin."
"Wonderful," Vera exclaimed, surprised and genuinely pleased.  "What time?"
Did she sound too anxious? "Six o -(TM)clock." "Great.  I -(TM)ll see you
both then." They shook hands and with the deal done, Sharon went to find
her little Kimmie. Part 9 Kim was working her way through a men -(TM)s
clothing store when Sharon found her.  Her skirt was up around her waist,
her ass being shown to an old man in a wheelchair with an oxygen tube
attached to his nose.  It made Sharon laugh seeing Kimberly debase herself
and her sex throbbed with rising heat.  She savored her power over this
woman and could understand the adage about power corrupting; she did not
want it to end.  She snapped a few pictures of the man reaching out to
caress Kim -(TM)s ass and then stepped back as Kim approached yet another
man to ask her demeaning question. Part 10 Kim was numb by the time she
finished.  It had taken nearly two hours and at the end she could only hope
the men she approached would say  -~ass -(TM) as she still had to bear her
naked backside eleven times after the other two were completed.  But,
still, it was her breasts and twat that men wanted to see.  It took and
additional forty-five minutes to get through the last eleven requests to
see her round ass.  Finished, she approached Sharon and reported the
completion of her humiliating task.  Her body was wet with perspiration and
she didn -(TM)t think the color would ever fade from her face.  She was
happy to have the chore behind her and anxious to leave the mall; the
safety of Sharon -(TM)s car was preferable to the open chamber of the mall.
"Very good, Kimmie," Sharon said.  "I have some wonderful pictures of you."
She loved how Kim shook at the mention of pictures.  "I bet you -(TM)re
ready to go home now, aren -(TM)t you?" Was it a loaded question?  "Yes,
Miss Reed." "Well, let -(TM)s go.  We have one more stop to make." Kim
could only follow Sharon to her car. Part 11 Sharon stopped at the tailors
and as before, she ordered Kim to stay in the back seat with her legs
spread wide.  Kim simply obeyed.  She replayed the day in her mind as
Sharon picked up her dry cleaning.  It had been the most humbling,
degrading and humiliating day of her life.  She had shamed herself over and
over with no prodding from Sharon, everything she had done she did on her
own.  Sure, she tried to reason with herself, she had been ordered to and
she obeyed so as to keep her secrets and her house.  But, she hated to
admit it, she had enjoyed herself.  She had felt a sense of power as the
men she flashed shifted uncomfortably as they tried to adjust their pants.
She had aroused these strangers and now, sitting in the back of Sharon
-(TM)s car, she felt safe.  The men did not know who she was; her
humiliation had ended and with it only the memories remained.  Memories
that made her pussy leak. Her nudity held power: the power to arouse
others; the power to shame and arouse her, even the power to save her
house. It was, to Kim, an interesting thought. Sharon returned to the car
and draped the wrapped bundle of clothes on the passenger seat.  She got in
and started the car without a glance back at Kimmie.  She drove Kim home,
neither of them speaking until Sharon pulled into Kim -(TM)s driveway.  She
looked at Kim who seemed to be lost in thought and smiled at the blush that
still adorned Kim -(TM)s cheeks.  "I -(TM)ve only got one thing for you to
do tomorrow," Sharon said. Kim looked at her, "Yes, Miss Reed." "You need
to make sure there is nothing in your car you can use to cover up.  Empty
your trunk as well as the interior, this includes the floor mats.  There is
to be nothing you can use to conceal yourself in your car.  You -(TM)ll be
following me to work on Tuesday.  I -(TM)m going to inspect your car and if
I find even one thing," she held her index finger up, "well then, you
-(TM)ll be dressing on the porch, got it?" A day away from Sharon sounded
like Heaven.  "Yes, Miss Reed." "See you Monday."



   Kim and Sharon Chapter 6 by Tester86

   Part 1 In all of history there have been countless examples of luck
changing people's lives.  Good luck could turn a battle, change fortunes
and save lives while bad luck could end marriages, force ruin or cause the
death of millions.  Sunday morning, Emily Bradford had the fortunes of luck
smile down upon her as she sat eating Rice Chex in her bedroom.  Her luck
came as a picture message.  A gentle tone announced the arrival of the
picture and Emily could only stare at it in silent disbelief.  The picture
was of Kimberly Turner wearing an extremely short skirt holding her tiny
t-shirt up to her chin.  In the picture, Kim's breasts and the hard points
of her nipples were clearly visible as was the crimson flush on her face.
Emily pushed her cereal bowl away, the Chex growing soggy as they sat
uneaten in the bowl.  Her eyes were glued to the picture in the small
display.  Why would Ms.  Turner do that, she wondered?  The blush on her
face implied that she was at the least embarrassed by what she was doing.
Was she coerced?  Forced into the lurid display?  It looked exactly like
the skirt she had been curious to see Kim wearing on campus Friday and she
could not help but wonder if there was a connection.  Countless questions
raced through her mind.  It was, she knew, the best story a second year
Journalism student could happen upon.  She pressed a button, saw who sent
the message, and dialed the phone. Part 2 Sharon Reed stood next to Jason
Norgan, her boy-toy, as he crouched beneath Kim's desk.  "So can you do
it?" She could hear the excitement in her voice. Jason nodded, "easily. 
Are you sure you want to do this?  It seems, I don't know, wrong?" Sharon
loved how naïve the boy was.  Sharon moved closer, pressing the crotch of
her jeans into his face.  "It'll be okay," she said. He glanced at Sharon
and ran his arm up her jean-clad leg to cup her ass. She slapped his hand
away, "First, finish what you're doing and then you can do teacher on her
desk." He needed no further encouragement. Part 3 It took Kimberly Turner
less than twenty minutes to empty her car.  She could not help but wonder
where she would be driving; she knew she'd be naked.  Why else would Sharon
insist that there was nothing in the car that could be used to shield her
body from view?  Sharon had said she'd by driving Tuesday but Kim doubted
that with her car clean it would be the only time she'd be driving.  But,
really, she wondered, how bad could it be?  Could it be any worse than
riding in the back of Sharon's car with her legs obscenely spread, flashing
her pussy to whomever could peer into the confines of the car?  Kim thought
driving herself would be tamer and was actually looking forward to the
solitary embrace of her car.  At least, if she was driving, her legs would
be closed.  Part 4 Jason donned his shirt and watched Sharon fasten her
jeans.  He picked up his pants and slid them on.  He wondered if he was
the luckiest man alive; and he had to be a man, didn't he?  He was having
sex regularly, with a woman nearly twice his age, and doing things that
could be considered illegal, conspiratorial and was definitely immoral. 
Doing it, he felt powerful.  He felt like a man.  Sharon finished
dressing, "Show me how it works." Jason sat in Kim's chair and opened the
lower left hand drawer of her desk.  When Sharon had searched Kim's desk,
the drawer had been empty, now a laptop computer sat there, its lid folded
and four wires snaking out the back.  Jason lifted the lid and the blank
screen cleared and the log-in prompt appeared.  Jason typed the password
Sharon had chosen and a small black video screen appeared. "The program is
always running," Jason explained.  He pointed under the desk and Sharon
crouched down to look where he indicated.  "This switch here," he touched a
tiny footswitch, "starts things up." He pushed down on the switch with his
right foot.  Under the desk a tiny lamp illuminated the recess under the
desk and on the computer screen the black window changed to show Sharon
looking at the switch and Jason sitting in Kim's chair.  He nodded to the
screen, "As long as the switch is pressed, the video camera is on and
recording and the video is being uploaded to a web page, just like you
asked." He had enjoyed making the web page and more than once he had
masturbated to the pictures and videos that Sharon had given him.  On the
screen Sharon watched everything that Jason was showing her.  She was
elated at the quality; the light helped to obscure any shadows.  Jason
released the switch and the video display on the laptop's screen once again
went black and the running counter in the video window stopped
incrementing. Jason reached into the open drawer and opened the web browser
on the laptop.  He typed in the URL and the page he had created opened.  On
the screen a picture of Kim appeared, one from her dancing at the club. 
Her legs were spread and her arms above her head.  Her breasts were
displayed, only a small box concealed Kim's pussy.  On the box a caption
read, "Open me up and come on in." Jason clicked the box and the main page
appeared.  Across the top were icons labeled "Pictures," "Video," and a
third labeled "Live." Jason clicked the "Live" tab and the screen changed
to a black box. Sharon stared at the screen. Once again Jason stepped on
the footswitch and after about a twenty second delay Jason's legs and
Sharon's face appeared in the box.  Jason pulled his foot from the switch
and Sharon watched the display go black.  "As long as this switch is
pressed, the video will be running and whoever is sitting here will be live
to the world." He did not know the woman's name but he knew what she looked
like.  "I will take the live feed and turn it into videos that can be
downloaded and saved." To Sharon he sounded like an excited child.  "It
shouldn't take too long until there are lots of people seeing this page."
Sharon stood up and pulled Jason to her.  She kissed him, her hands pulling
his hair.  She was wet, the thought of Kim's humiliation fueling her
desire. She plunged her hands into Jason's pants and within ten minutes of
dressing they were naked again. Part 5 Sharon arrived as Kimberly's house
at twenty before seven Monday morning.  Kim greeted her at the door with
her brown hair still wet from the shower.  "Good morning, Miss Reed,"
Kimberly said with a subservient tone in her voice.  She hated the way
Sharon made her feel; owned, abused and small. "Good morning, Kimmie,"
Sharon said with a grin.  She looked at her little dress-up doll, standing
naked in her own foyer.  It must be humbling to be so out of place in your
own home, she thought.  The thought made her grin expand.  "Let's get you
dressed, shall we?  We need to get to class early today.  I have a surprise
for you." Kim knew she would not enjoy it.  "Yes, Miss Reed." Sharon led
Kim into Kim's bedroom.  It was amusing how things just clicked into place,
Sharon mused.  Kim was acting as the slave she was, taking a submissive
tone and following Sharon as a pet should.  Sharon reveled in the power; it
was better than sex.  Sharon poked through Kim's skirts and grabbed one of
Kim's original skirts made of black cotton.  She handed it to Kim and pawed
through the blouses and grabbed a white blouse with a soft lace collar. 
"Here you go," Sharon said as she left the bedroom.  "Hurry up.  We don't
have much time." Kim followed Sharon to her Dressing Rug and donned the
skirt.  Her face fell and her mouth opened in shock at the length of the
skirt.  The skirt she had worn on Friday and Saturday had been short, the
edge of the skirt playing peek-a-boo with the rise of her ass.  This skirt
was a full inch shorter, but to Kim it felt a mile more revealing.  Her ass
was not fully covered; a good portion of her naked backside was displayed.
The front was hardly better, the fabric ended just below the apex of her
thighs.  Looking at herself in the mirror, Kim's face was white with shock.
Her pussy, while covered, was just barely hidden from view, the fabric of
the skirt ended at the edge of her sex.  Any movement on her part and her
sex would be revealed.  She wanted to scream, she wanted to hide, and she
wanted to flee the evil grin that crossed Sharon's face.  But she couldn't.
Her home depended on her going along.  Swallowing heavily she pulled on the
blouse and with a forced smile she followed Sharon from her home. The warm
air caressed her pussy like a lover and her skirt rubbed teasingly against
her ass.  Her head was bowed in shame until Sharon called her on it and
with the harsh words she raised her blushing face to the world.  The sounds
of the morning went unnoticed, only how she was dressed crossed her mind.
"Get in and spread," Sharon commanded. Kim climbed into the back seat.  The
first thing she noticed was that the skirt pulled up as she sat and even
with her legs held together her pussy was displayed as was her lack of
panties and pubic hair.  The skirt was too short!  Sitting demurely still
revealed her sex.  Red-faced, Kim parted her legs, her nakedness displayed,
and her pussy gaping and demanding her attention.  Kim's pussy opened with
her legs in its own parody of a smile. Sharon watched her struggle with her
pose and savored the humiliated look on her face.  Grinning with how easy
things were, Sharon said, "New rule, Kimmie.  You are not allowed to cross
your legs.  Got it?" Kim hated those two words.  "Yes, Miss Reed." Dressed
as she was, she could not wait to get to class to hide behind the safety of
her desk; it wasn't as preferred as her home or the strip club, but at
least it was one of the few places she felt hidden from view.  The
humiliation was still there, only the exposure was absent.  She wondered at
the realization that a strip club, naked in front of countless strangers,
was a reprieve from her almost constant embarrassment. Sharon backed from
the driveway and drove to the campus.  "Remember, keep your head up.  If I
have to tell you, you'll pay for it.  Got it?" "Yes, Miss Reed." It took
ten minutes to get to work and when they parked Sharon was almost bouncing
in joy.  She was looking forward to showing the bitch her surprise and she
had not asked to be humiliated.  Monday was shaping up to be a very good
day.  She parked the car and barked, "Let's go." Kim followed Sharon into
the school, tugging her skirt lower with almost every step just to keep her
pussy covered.  Her nether lips peeked from beneath the skirt with each
step.  Sharon watched her and on the spot made up another rule, "Kimmie,
stop tugging at your skirt.  In fact, you may only adjust your skirt at
each end of a trip.  So, you can adjust it when you get out of the car and
again when you get to class.  Or you can adjust it when you put it on till
you get into a car.  Got it?  You will not adjust it while you are walking.
What is the rule?" She enjoyed the humiliation as Kim repeated, "I am not
allowed to adjust my skirts while walking." Sharon smiled cruelly, "Let's
change that to clothes, shall we?" Kim nodded with her eyes wide, "I am not
allowed to adjust my clothes while walking." "Perfect." Sharon led Kim into
the English wing of the campus.  There were few students around to witness
her humiliating walk.  Kim could feel the skirt riding higher as they
ascended the few stairs into the building.  She could tell without looking
that her pussy was clearly visible to anybody that happened to be present.
It took all her concentration to not tug her skirt lower and cover her
naked pussy.  She could feel the skirt tickle her ass and knew that half
her ass was on display to the world as well.  Her face was crimson and
tears tickled her eyes.  She breathed a sharp sigh of relief as she entered
her classroom and was able to tug her skirt down over her sex, even if it
was just barely covered. "Sit down," Sharon commanded. Kim sat. Sharon
opened the lower drawer of Kim's desk and logged into the computer that Kim
was surprised to see there.  The small black video screen appeared, "This
is gonna be so much fun," Sharon exclaimed and the tone in Sharon's voice
frightened Kim.  "You see this?" she indicated the footswitch. "Yes, Miss
Reed." "Well," Sharon was smiling broadly.  She savored the power she was
feeling and knew it would be a long time before she tired of toying with
this proper little bitch.  "When you are sitting, you will keep your legs
spread as wide as you can, and one foot will be pushing down on that
switch. Try it." Kim inched her chair forward and spread her legs as far
apart as the desk would allow.  With her right foot she pressed down on the
awkwardly shaped pedal.  She could feel the cool air of the classroom
caress her sex and the fabric of the skirt bunch at her waist.  The desk
hid her from view but she still felt exposed.  She glanced at Sharon and
seeing the picture on the computer screen she pushed back from the desk and
stood up.  It was too much.  Filling the screen had been an image of her
wide-open and naked pussy. "Sit down!" Sharon's voice was iron.  "You are
going to sit her every day with your legs spread like a woman about to get
laid.  There is a counter and if the time doesn't add up to at least ninety
percent of your day, then kiss your house goodbye.  Got it?" Crying now,
the last bit of control she may have had slipping away like time, Kim
replied, "Please?" Sharon just grinned her evil little I-own-you grin.  She
waited, her eyes raised, for Kim to retake her sinful position at her desk.
Kim sat back down and slid her chair forward.  She parted her legs, feeling
the burn in her thighs and the walls of the desk hitting her knees.  Once
again she stepped on the footswitch.  As she did the light under the desk
came on and the video camera captured the image of the open pussy.  On the
screen Kim could see her nakedness and she could feel her face burn with
shame.  She shifted in her chair and on the screen she watched her body
move.  It was a video, she knew and the view was obscenely blatant.  Once
again she tried to reason with Sharon with a simple, pleading, "Please?"
Kim Turner went live on the internet. Sharon just smiled, "It's just so I
can keep track of you," she lied.  "The counter," she pointed to the run
time that incremented on the screen, "will show me that you're obeying me.
You're students won't see anything." Kim wiped her eyes, struggling to stop
the tears, knowing her students would be arriving shortly.  She tried to
calm herself, her eyes never leaving the computer screen and the
humiliating display of her naked sex.  She was desperate to close her legs
but knew the counter that Sharon had shown her would reveal her
disobedience.  First Sharon, then the phone and now a computer; each day
she lost more of herself and sunk further into slavery.  She struggled with
the knowledge. "Enjoy your day," Sharon mocked.  She walked from the room
and paused at the door to watch the bitch struggle to hold her pose. 
Smiling she looked at Kim and said, "Oh, when you get home, move your
dressing rug onto the porch.  Got it?" Shit, Kim cussed herself, how could
she have forgotten.  With the humiliation of holding her legs so wantonly
spread she was surprised she could blush even more.  "Yes, Miss Reed." The
tears threatened to return. They did. Part 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 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. Part 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.
Part 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. Part 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
lets 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 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 she was happy for that.  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 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 house.  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. Part 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.





   Kim and Sharon Chapter 7 by Tester86

   Part 1 Early Tuesday morning, five minutes after Sharon arrived at
Kimberly -(TM)s house across town, Emily Bradford snuck into Kim -(TM)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 -(TM)s desk and sat in the teacher -(TM)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
-(TM)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 -(TM)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, -(TM) Emily thought,  -~Sharon Turner is definitely involved. -(TM)
Emily lifted the lid of the laptop and stared at the Windows log-in screen.
She didn -(TM)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 -(TM)s classroom
to Sharon -(TM)s.  After a few minutes she gave up her search; there was
nothing to be gleaned from Sharon -(TM)s classroom.  Ten minutes after
sneaking into the English Wing, Emily Bradford slid unseen from the
building. Part 2 Sharon knocked on Kim -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)s brown hair done up in the pony
tail and decided she still liked the way it made Kim look even younger than
she was.  "Let -(TM)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, -(TM) she pleaded to
whoever could head her addled thoughts,  -~don -(TM)t let my neighbors see
me. -(TM) 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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t forget to spread. Kim sat, spread her legs with her right foot
pressing on the pedal, and awaited her students.  Part 3 Vera watched as
the chain gate blocking the entrance to Abercrombie -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t
entirely sure and truthfully she didn -(TM)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. Part
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 -(TM)s statement that she -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)s classroom, looking
comfortable in her pants-suit; looking professional.  That -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)s collateral and until that was saved she knew she -(TM)d
have to play along.  And, realistically, she knew ultimately she -(TM)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 -(TM)d have to get
home was to trek naked across town on foot or to take the bus and neither
idea was one she -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)s part of the
game.  See you tomorrow, Kimmie.  You -(TM)ll ride with me; I missed not
seeing you while I was driving." Her laughter burned Kim -(TM)s ears. 
Sharon walked from the classroom, turned and said, "Don -(TM)t worry. 
There -(TM)s nothing in your car you can use to cover up.  I
looked."       Five stunned minutes later Kim could still hear Sharon
-(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t have the key to start your car.  Well,
let me tell you where it is.  Ready?  It -(TM)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 -(TM)m
sure if you wait around long enough, there won -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t that fun?  Well, you have your car key so you -(TM)re
probably thinking you can just go home.  Wrong!  You may have noticed that
you don -(TM)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 -(TM)s just say it
will be the bank -(TM)s house you -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t
sure but she knew that the quicker she started the sooner she -(TM)d be
done.  She placed her car key back on the fob -(TM)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 -(TM)s discomfort.  At the third light, a large pick-up pulled
alongside Kim -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)ll be dressing for work on campus from here on out. 
Don -(TM)t worry, Cindy will give it to you after you pump your gas.  Of
course, as it -(TM)s getting pretty late, you -(TM)ll have to prepay.  Won
-(TM)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
-(TM)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 -(TM)t be just Cindy that she -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)s as red a Rudolph -(TM)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 -(TM)s you
-(TM)d have more fun posing for them; you did say you liked showing off as
I recall.  Have fun. Sharon  -~How much longer? -(TM) Kim wondered.  She
-(TM)d been doing this for almost an hour now and she felt as if she -(TM)s
been up for days.  Her body was tense, her heart racing and she couldn
-(TM)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 -(TM)re happy to
hear that.  You -(TM)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 -(TM)s non-stop chatting and Sharon -(TM)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 -(TM)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
-(TM)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 -(TM)s doing.  She knew Sharon didn -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)s desk drawer
as the note had promised, were Kim -(TM)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. Part 5 Right about the time that Kim was streaking the second Post
Office, Sharon was walking into Abercrombie -(TM)s.  She spotted Vera
standing bored behind the register and when Vera spotted Sharon, Vera
-(TM)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 -(TM)s face showed that Vera wasn
-(TM)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
-(TM)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 -(TM)t certain it was as bad as Vera thought, the young
woman thought it was and that was what mattered.  Returning to Vera -(TM)s
side, Sharon said, "Do you really think that -(TM)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 -(TM)d kill me.  The papers are the proof of it and my mother
-(TM)s work and home numbers.  I -(TM)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 -(TM)s and Vera stood a good three
inches shorter than Sharon -(TM)s five foot nine.  She looked comfortable
in her body and when she smiled her face seemed to glow with happiness. 
"Very well.  We -(TM)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 -(TM)s mine
now.        "So, you want this to happen right?"   Vera nodded 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 -(TM)t there; she was in the past, reliving the
experience, "I remember the first time I went naked where I wasn -(TM)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 TV, from something I had read?  I don -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t waste time." She smiled as
she spoke and it made her look even younger.  "That -(TM)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 spent 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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)s gaze.  "I -(TM)d have wanted to
sit like this in the window." She made a confession then that surprised
her, and that she -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t need them tonight.  You -(TM)re
leaving her naked, got it?" Vera shivered in excitement, "Yes, Miss Reed."
"Okay.  I -(TM)m going to follow you to your place where we -(TM)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 -(TM)re going to write up a list of
five things like the mannequin trick that you -(TM)ve always wanted to try
but were too afraid to.  If they -(TM)re too tame, then I -(TM)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 -(TM)s go." Sharon
followed Vera out the back door. Part 6 Emily sat in her car parked outside
Sharon -(TM)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, -(TM) Emily
thought,  -~there is always discomfort in thing worth pursuing. -(TM) 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. Part 7 Vera -(TM)s lived alone in a quite 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
-(TM)s bed exactly as she had as Kim -(TM)s.  She smiled at Vera and said,
"Do you have any garbage bags?" Vera rushed to get them, her bare breasts
bouncing as she ran. "Good.  Now, throw all your panties and bras and slips
away, anything that -(TM)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 -(TM)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
-(TM)re no longer allowed to wear pants, sweats, shorts; anything with legs
is a thing of the past.  You -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)s face, "No, Miss Reed." "No.  That
-(TM)s right.  And since you do run around without panties, that means you
-(TM)re not a lady and so you are not allowed to sit like a lady.  Uncross
your legs." Both of Vera -(TM)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 -(TM)re the one that said your pussy needed the least amount
of covering.  If you -(TM)re sitting, you spread your legs that wide.  Same
thing if you -(TM)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 -(TM) you open your legs as wide as you can, otherwise, you
-(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t care where you are, you -(TM)ll obey.  I
promise I -(TM)ll be spying on you to make sure.  Got it?" Again, Vera
could only nod. "Good.  It -(TM)s getting late."  -~And I -(TM)m very
horny, -(TM) she thought, "So I -(TM)m going.  Skirts or dresses only, no
underwear and keep your legs parted.  I -(TM)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. Part 8 A loud
car pulled into Sharon -(TM)s driveway.   -~Finally, -(TM) Emily thought
excitement bubbling within her.  She hoisted the camera up and snapped a
few pictures of the young man that stood on Sharon -(TM)s porch.  He looked
confident and comfortable and Emily got the impression that it was not the
first time he had been to Sharon -(TM)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 -(TM)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
-(TM)s home.





   Kim and Sharon Chapter 8 by Tester86

   Part 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. Part 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." He
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, "Eight...  eighteen."
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
young guy.  The reality 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 now." So, it started when he was seventeen 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. Part 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. Part 4 Jason Townsend 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. Part 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. Part 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.  wShe 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 too 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. 
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. Part 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.





   Kim and Sharon Chapter 9 by Tester86

   Part 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.
Waking with the soft and comfortable cotton caressing her skin made her
feel 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 come to the conclusion 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 boy that's only eighteen and it started when he
was seventeen," 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 and possibly even arrested.  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, "There'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.  Bot 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 under aged boy; 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 website 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.
Part 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. Part 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.       Part 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. Part 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. Part 6 "Hi, Jaybird," Rascal said
as Kim walked in to 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
minor.  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.



   Kim and Sharon Chapter 10 by Tester86

   Part 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. Part 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 students 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. Part 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.
Part 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. Part 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 Regents and I assure you, I can fire you.  You have
been having sexual contact with a minor 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. Part 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.  Rachael 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 terribly surprised that you don't know her." And
suddenly, Kim understood. And, life was good. Epilogue 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. Epilogue 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'd 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 and Michelle, as for Kim, life was
good.