Future of Porn

“This is part 5 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure.

Vanessa”

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Saturday August 8

I woke up a couple of hours later to the smell of bacon cooking and the pleasure of Vicky playing with my clit. I opened my legs a bit wider and Vicky said just “make the most of it girl.” I didn’t get much chance to because Jon came in and told us that breakfast was ready. Thank god for freezers.

We eat breakfast on the patio, still naked and enjoying the unusual British sunshine. It was nearly as warm as it had been in Ibiza. Vicky said that it seemed strange being naked outside in England, that she had never even thought about doing it, but that she was getting to enjoy being naked anyway.

After a few minutes she said that she was puzzled by the scaffolding, and asked what it was. Jon said that he would show her after we had finished breakfast. I cleared up and Jon told me to get the ropes. It wasn’t long before Vicky realised what it was and remembered that I had told her about it. Jon asked her if she wanted to try it and when she said, “yes please,” he helped her get onto it laying face up while I got the ropes. As we tied her on she said that she was a bit nervous about being so helplessly tied up, but it was me that re-assured her by saying that Jon wouldn’t let us come to any harm. Pleasure yes, but no harm. After tying her firmly in place, Jon told me to get a stool and proceeded to attach my wrists to the top bar facing Vicky. He then moved the stool and tied my ankles to each upright. I looked at Vicky who was straining to see what was happening to me.

Jon took his belt off and gave me 5 strokes on my butt. The first I knew of what was happening was when the first one landed. Automatically I said, “One - thank you Master” and wondered what I was being punished for. It was only afterward that Jon told me it was because it wasn’t me that had cooked breakfast, Saturday wasn’t my day off so it should have been me.

Jon asked Vicky if she wanted to try being spanked. She told us that she was worried that she couldn’t take the pain but the idea did excite her a little. Jon told her that he would spank her, but wasn’t sure when. And just to ‘help’ matters he put a blindfold on her and started cracking his belt on the scaffolding poles. Each time one landed Vicky jumped a little (not that she could move far). I could tell that the anticipation was turning her on because I could see her pussy lips swelling and opening a little. I could also see her juices starting to sparkle in the sunlight. Jon was obviously having a bit of fun with us because he then untied us and told me to go inside and up to the punishment room. He also asked Vicky if she would like to join us. I guess that she did because she ran upstairs long before Jon and me.

Jon restrained her by tying her wrists to the top corners of the bed then bent her body double and tied her ankles to the same top corners. Her butt was up in the air with her legs apart and her still hairy pussy smiling at us. Jon told me to sit on a chair in the corner so that Vicky could see me and I was to masturbate when he started caning Vicky.

After flexing the cane and swishing it through the air a couple of times, he landed the first stroke. Vicky screamed loudly and I started. I did the counting for Jon. After the second and another loud scream, Jon decided that he has better gag Vicky and he put the ball gag on her. She struggled a bit as he put it on but it didn’t stop him. After the third I could see tears running down the side of her face and the red wheals on her ass.

Jon moved so that he could get her from a different angle. I recognised the position; he was going to see that the end of the cane caught her pussy and maybe her clit. The fingers of my right hand were working hard and it wouldn’t be long before I was cumming. Jon’s a good shot with the cane and the expression on Vicky’s face told me that the fourth stroke was on, if not very close to his target. When the fifth stroke landed her orgasm was unmistakable. Her entire body spasmed, her widespread legs quivered uncontrollably and her hips undulated up and down as wave after wave of agony and joy coursed through her ravaged body. It took her the best part of ten minutes to come down from her pain-induced high. She remained almost motionless throughout the orgasm, save for an occasional “twitch” of her thighs or abdomen as the after-shocks diminished in intensity.

I had cum just as the fourth stroke landed and after the fifth both Jon and me just watched her. It was amazing, I don’t think I have ever cum with an intensity like that. I stood up and went over to her. She was covered in sweat. The skin on her butt wasn’t broken but the red marks were glowing, and you should have seen her pussy. The lips were swollen to about three times their normal size and her clit was twice as big as normal. Her juices were running both over her ass hole and down her back and down onto her belly. Jon untied the ball gag and she let out a big sigh.

When Jon untied her ankles and wrists her legs came down onto the bed and she gasped, but didn’t move. It was a good 5 minutes before she got onto her feet and finally said, “Wow, that was amazing, I’ve NEVER had an orgasm like that. It was fantastic. My ass hurts like hell and I need some cold water but the pain was / is nothing when you think about the pleasure it brought.”

“You want some more then?” Jon said. “Not right now.” Vicky replied. After a long, slow, cool bath, Vicky joined us downstairs. She didn’t want to sit down but kept pacing up and down. Finally she said, “I don’t understand what just happened. On the one hand I wanted to experience some bondage and corporal punishment and I never expected it to hurt so much. On the other hand I was a little ‘excited’ at the thought but I never expected to find it such a turn-on. I have never ever had such a strong and deep orgasm. It was amazing. I just don’t understand why, what’s the link between the pain and pleasure?” Jon told her that he also couldn’t explain it, but it’s there and well established.

Then he asked me what I thought. Well what could I say, I don’t understand a lot of things so I just said, “Who needs to understand it, it works for me, though I’ve never had an orgasm like you did.” Then I asked Jon if he thought that some more pain would make me cum like that. “Well try that some time,” he said before turning to Vicky and asking her what she was thinking. She said, “I can’t explain it, and it’s not logical, but I want you to give me more.

I will do anything just as long as you promise to do that to me again.” It was getting late in the afternoon and Jon decided that he was hungry. He sent Vicky and me to the Chinese for a take-away. We each put just a dress on and took Jon’s car, Vicky getting in very carefully. The Chinese had long benches for customers to wait on and they were covered in plastic. Vicky kept standing up, moving along, lifting her dress up a little and sitting down again so that her bare bum sat on cold plastic. “Still on fire?” I asked her. I haven’t a clue what the young Chinese girl behind the counter was thinking. Jon decided to take us to a quiet country pub that evening and nothing interesting happened. I think that we were all a little tired and when we got home we went straight to bed.

Sunday August 9

I woke up next to Vicky in the ’spoon’ position with my right hand cupping one of her breasts.

I could hear Jon moving around so I thought that I had better get up and get breakfast ready.

As I walked to the bathroom Jon walked out of his bedroom and grabbed my pubes. “Think you had better have a shave today girl” he said. Just as he started to go down stairs he turned and said, “I’ve got a better idea, wake Vicky up and get the shaving things into the punishment room. You can shave me, then yourself, then Vicky.” “Yes Master” I replied.

I didn’t tell Vicky that she was going to be shaved. She sat silently as I started on Jon. It wasn’t long before he got an erection and unfortunately I nicked the skin on his balls. “Twenty strokes with the tawse for that later” he said. I finished off and cleaned the shaving cream off with a damp cloth. The bleeding had nearly stopped and he told me to get on with myself.

Vicky still sat silently as I got into every little nook and cranny and made sure that I had got every little hair. I was getting a little moist by the time I had finished.

When I turned to Vicky and told her that it was her turn she said, “but I’ve never shaved before, and what will my flat mates say when they see me?” Jon told her that there’s a first time for everything and so what if her flat mates do see her, she could tell them that it’s the ‘new’ Vicky and that they should try it. “In fact” he said, “make sure that they do see you, and walk around naked whenever you can.”

“I’ll have to think about that one” she said, but she didn’t object when I asked her to lay on the bed with her legs wide open. I did a little but of trimming with the scissors and then started with the razor. Vicky kept telling me to be careful but it wasn’t a problem, I’ve had plenty of practice shaving my pussy so I knew where I had to be extra careful. What was a problem was the fact that Jon still had his erection and he was stood behind me as I was bending over the bed to get at Vicky.

The inevitable happened and just after I had told Vicky that she was in safe hands those hands were bouncing about as Jon thrust in and out of me. I managed to avoid cutting her and I have to admit that my finger did ’slip’ inside her at one point. Jon didn’t last long before he came with one final hard thrust that nearly sent me across the bed on top of Vicky. After that he went and had a shower while I finished Vicky off - in more ways than one.

I got breakfast ready while Vicky was in the shower. After breakfast Vicky asked Jon if he would take her home as she had a few things to take care of before going back to work. On the way Vicky said that it felt strange without pubic hair, then immediately asked if she could come and visit us again soon. Jon said, “OK, but there are 2 conditions, firstly you arrive with no clothes, other than short dresses and shoes (unless otherwise directed), and secondly when here you will obey my every command without question, you will follow the same rules as Vanessa. Is that understood and agreed?” After a pregnant pause Vicky said, “OK, I agree.”

We dropped Vicky off outside her flat which was in a big terraced house in the centre of Nottingham. She had to climb up about a dozen steps to get to the front door and I could see her butt up her short dress. As we drove back Jon told me to stick my feet up on the dashboard with my legs apart and to play with myself but to stop before cumming.

Back home Jon told me that it was time for me to receive my punishment and told me to strip then go and bend over the scaffolding frame. It must have been 30 minutes before he came out to me by which time I was starting to get aroused with the anticipation. My legs were already apart waiting in the position that Jon liked and although I could hear him come outside I wasn’t expecting the first stroke so soon and I involuntarily jumped up - just natural reactions.

Jon wasn’t amused and told me that it would cost me another 5 strokes. We started again and I counted them in the usual way. By the time we got to 20 I was crying and only just managed to stop myself from screaming as the last one landed. The tawse maybe about 3 inches across, but it can hurt nearly as much as the cane. Jon left me out there still bent over the scaffolding, and as he went in he told me to get cleaned up when I was ready. In the shower I gave myself the relief that I needed.

After that, Jon spent the rest of the day going through the mountain of mail that he had received, both physical and electronic and I hardly saw much of him.

Week commencing August 10

Monday and Tuesday may have been my days off but I had a lot to do, so I just got on with it. The weather was very warm all week so I only wore clothes when I had to go out to the supermarket. I wanted to show-off my tan so I only wore my short wrap-round skirt and a baggy crop top. This caused a couple of lads in the supermarket to follow me around. At the freezer section. I just had to show them how far up my legs my tan went. After that I decided to wear my Ben Wa balls for the rest of the day. In fact I kept them in until the Tuesday morning when my period started.

Thursday evening Vicky rang to ask if she could come over for the weekend and asked if we could meet her at the bus station on the Friday evening. Jon said okay but remember the condition that she was to wear only a dress and shoes and bring nothing with her other than her purse. By Friday lunchtime I had finally managed to get this journal up to date. I just hope that I’ve remembered everything as it happened. Jon tells me that my keyboard skills have improved tremendously this week. Since I typed that song on Wednesday I haven’t been able to stop singing it. I just can’t get it out of my head.

Friday evening we met Vicky at the bus station and it brought memories back to me of the first time that I met Jon there, only I think I was a lot more nervous than Vicky was when we met her.

We went straight to this big pub that used to be a bank. It was still early and we were able to get a table and some food. Jon asked her how her week had been and what she had up to. Vicky said that the week had been very quiet and dull compared to the last few days in Ibiza and then at our place. Work had been a right drag but it had been a little livelier on the Thursday, after she had decided to go to work at the building society without underwear. She said that it had been strange talking to people and wondering what they would say if they knew what she wasn’t wearing. I then told her all about my short job at the shoe shop which made us all laugh.

Just as I was finishing the girl arrived with the food and as she was putting it on the table Jon asked Vicky if she had been shaving every day, walking around in the nude, and what her flat mates had said about her shaved pubes. Vicky blushed, I smiled, and the poor girl serving the food nearly tipped Jon’s food on his lap. Vicky waited until she had gone before saying that it had taken until the Wednesday for her to pluck up the courage and she had walked from her room through the lounge to the bathroom when both her flatmates had been there. Kelly (one of the flatmates) had noticed the lack of pubic hair and asked what was going on. Apparently, Vicky had then told both Kelly and Liz a little bit about us and a little bit about the fun that she had had on holiday with us. She had told them a little bit about her holiday on the Sunday night, but had not mentioned us until the Wednesday night. Both had been interested in what she had said and neither of them had tried to criticise her.

After we had finished the food and had a few more drinks, Jon asked her to prove that she had nothing on under her dress. When she asked “How,” Jon told us to go to the toilet and swap dresses. “Vanessa would not lie to me,” he said. “Nor would I” said Vicky, and just as we were about to go, Jon added that we had to do it in the open area near the sinks, not in a cubicle, and we had to do it as soon as we got in there and not wait until the place was empty.

When we got in there, there were 2 teenage girls talking and touching up their makeup. I looked at Vicky and said, “OK let’s do it” and we just lifted our dresses over our heads. The 2 girls just couldn’t believe their eyes and stopped talking and stared at us. I decided to give them something else to think about and said to them “Our Master just ordered us to do it.” With that Vicky and me swapped dresses, put them on and walked out. As we were walking back Vicky said, “that told them.”

When we got back to Jon I told him what had happened and he said, “So, Vicky isn’t wearing any knickers then.” “No Master.” I replied. After that we had another couple of drinks (Jon was on cokes - driving), before heading for home where Jon asked Vicky if she was ready for some pleasure. I think that both Vicky and myself were a little drunk because we both giggled a bit as we took our dresses and shoes off.

Jon told us to “assume the position” and then made us wait like that while he stripped off and then went and got the tawse. First he told me to put Vicky over the back of the sofa and give her 20 strokes and then Vicky had to give me 20. I actually gave Vicky 23 because she didn’t count the first 2 so they didn’t count then she jumped up after the 19th so that didn’t count as well.

We both had red bums but there were no wheals like you get when the cane has been used. After that Jon took us up to the ‘punishment’ room and ‘restrained’ us together. It was certainly different first our own ankles were tied together then we had to lay facing each other but with our faces in front of each others pussy. Next we had to bend our knees and open our legs so that the others head could get between our legs and our mouths were on the others pussy.

The next bit was more interesting because Jon then tied our hands behind the others back then tied our thighs together behind the others head. This meant that we were locked together and couldn’t get our faces far from the others pussy. Neither of us needed any encouragement for what Jon said next, which was “the one that makes the other cum first can sleep with me tonight.” Well, we both started licking and sucking. I was glad that Vicky had shaved, I hate getting a pubic hair in between my teeth or stuck in the back of my throat and tickling me.

We were both doing our best and I’m sure that we were close. I had Vicky’s juices all over my face and even started gently biting her clit. Trouble was, the more I went for Vicky the more she went for me. I was trying to resist cumming by concentrating on giving Vicky everything I could and trying to ignore the pleasure that Vicky was giving me but you can only ignore that sort of pleasure for so long and in the end I think that we came within seconds of each other. Jon decided that it was so close that he would call it a draw. We were both going to sleep in his bed. The question was, ‘which one of us was he going to fuck?’ Jon untied me and told me to untie Vicky and then follow him into his bedroom.

As it turned out he didn’t fuck either of us, well not with his dick. He had us get into the bed on either side of him but with our heads at his feet. He wanted to use his hands on us. He told us not to move while he started working on me with his right hand. I could see the bed quilt moving over where Vicky’s pussy would be so I presume that she was getting the same treatment. It was only minutes since Vicky had made me cum and Jon wouldn’t let us clean up before getting into his bed so I was still very relaxed and wet, in fact my juices were all down the inside of my legs and I’m sure that I was getting the bed wet as well.

It wasn’t long before his fingers were inside me. Gradually he put more and more fingers into me until it felt like he had all 10 of his fingers in me but he couldn’t have because I could still see the quilt moving over Vicky’s pussy and judging by the expression on her face she was getting the same treatment as me. I was pleased that I had had the drinks earlier and was quite relaxed otherwise I’m sure that it would have been painful. It was a bit, but that pleasurable pain.

I crossed to the next block and still didn’t see anyone around so I let my hand slip down again between my legs. This time I didn’t remove it. I tried to be as discreet as a naked woman on a public street could possibly be but as I walked my breathing grew deeper and I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning. It’s impossible to describe the intensity of the experience and it didn’t take long before I reached the brink. As the wave pulsed through my body I stopped walking, closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and allowed a guttural cry to escape from my lips.

When I opened my eyes again I saw her. Across the street was an older woman on her knees pulling weeds in her front yard. I hadn’t seen her there at all! She stared at me with a shocked look and I started running, my face burning with shame. Ahead of me a car rolled to a stop at the corner of the side street and the man inside it spotted me with a look of surprise, followed by a leer. I kept sprinting and turned left down the next block almost knocking over a woman walking her dog. “What the …?”

“I’m sorry,” I muttered as I kept running. The dog was still barking as I made a right turn in the direction of the school at the next corner.

IN THE WOODS

I rubbed my sore feet as I sat concealed in a wooded area on a small hill overlooking my old high school. My poor feet just weren’t conditioned for barefoot running on pavement and were all bruised and scraped and a blister was forming on the left one. Right now if I had my choice of any piece of clothing it would be my shoes and to hell with my modesty. I remembered seeing a documentary about some Kenyan runner who ran marathons in his bare feet and I wondered how he did it. The soles of his feet must have been tougher than old roots.

After being caught masturbating by the old woman I had run and run, making no effort at all to conceal myself. I got a variety of reactions from people along the way but fortunately no one had tried to interfere with me. I hadn’t even stopped when I got to the busy four-lane street I needed to cross to reach the high school and bolted across it at the first break in traffic with car horns blaring in my ears. I’d probably still be running if there was anywhere to run to where I could escape from this nightmare.

The good news was that all the running had helped make up for lost time and I had a few minutes to calm my shattered nerves and formulate a plan. The bad news was that the plan would have to involve going into the school naked to find my keys. The full parking lot below me put to rest the vague hope that maybe today was a teacher’s planning day or something and the school would be mostly empty. I should have known better than to hope Megan would cut me any slack. I scanned the parking lot and finally spotted my car. It was parked just a few feet from the front entrance. Of course.

The clanging of the school bell startled me out of my thoughts. God, I’m jumpy. That must be the nine o’clock bell. Unless things have changed since I went to school here the next bell would ring at 9:07 signaling the start of the next class. A couple of teachers came out one of the side doors and lit up cigarettes and I burrowed a little deeper into my hiding spot in case anyone looked this way.

As I tried to decide what to do I thought back to Megan’s instructions for finding my keys. “I’ve placed a note on one of the hallway bulletin boards in the school with instructions on how to find them,” she had told me.

“Which board?”

“Well that’s part of the fun. You’ll just have keep looking until you find it.”

“But there must be at least half a dozen hallway bulletin boards in there.”

“At least,” she had laughed. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and find it on the first try. That’s why this game today will be so much fun. You might get through it relatively unseen if you’re lucky but it could go very wrong if you aren’t.”

Yeah, it’ll be a boatload of fun alright you effing bitch. I didn’t say that to her out loud, of course. She’d have me doing naked cartwheels through the cafeteria at lunchtime if I had.

“Don’t worry about the security guard,” Megan had added. “I’ve made sure he won’t bother you. None of the teachers or staff knows anything about this though so I’d recommend being as stealthy as possible if you don’t want to give the whole school an anatomy lesson.”

I tried once again to think of some kind of alternative to doing this but none came to mind. I had no car, no apartment key, and no clothes. I wasn’t holding a lot of cards here. My parents lived a couple of miles away but they’d be at work now and there was no way I was going to show up naked at their house anyway. I had high school friends who grew up around here but they’d all left home by now and I didn’t think showing up at their parents’ house sounded like a great idea. “Hi, Mrs. Thomas. Remember me? I’m Laurie, Shannon’s friend from high school. Where are my clothes? Oh it was laundry day and I had nothing to wear. You know how it is.”

A chill went up my spine as I realized that I was really going to go into my old high school naked. What choice did I have?

The one small advantage I had was that I knew my way around in there so at least I could try to come up with some kind of a plan. I scanned the building trying to decide where I would enter. Some entrances were better than others but they all had the same major drawback – they all led into a building full of people. East Park isn’t the biggest school in the area but it’s plenty big enough when faced with the prospect of wandering the hallways naked during a school day. I knew the chances of getting in, finding the keys, and getting out without being caught were pretty slim.

The school was a two-story building with hallways going around the perimeter as well as a central corridor running down the middle of each floor. Just inside the front door was a lobby and the basketball gymnasium was on the opposite side of the building from where I was sitting. Most of the hallways in the school had bulletin boards on them and there were also boards in the front lobby and cafeteria. Megan’s note could be just about anywhere in there.

It didn’t take me long to figure out which entrance I was going to take. In the rear side of the building I saw the fire escape leading up to a second floor door that I knew led into a hallway in one of the quieter parts of the school. The second floor was nothing but classrooms and storage rooms while the first floor was where the library, cafeteria, teachers’ lounge and staff offices were located. The odds of not running into someone in the hallways while classes were in session were much better on the second floor.

I was also hoping that Megan, thinking I would search the first floor hallways first, had put the note on the second floor. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find it quickly. Of course she might also have figured out that this fire escape was the best way into the school and put the note on the first floor on the opposite side of the school from it. It was probably useless playing mind games with that damn woman. I just had to go in there and hope for the best.

The 9:07 bell rang signaling the beginning of the next class and I saw that the people loitering outside had all entered the building again. I had fifty-three minutes to find my keys somewhere in there. I had to get moving.

Oh God, I didn’t want to do this.

BACK TO SCHOOL

As I stepped into the empty hallway I felt like I’d just stepped into one of my old naked in school nightmares. How many times had I had that crazy dream back when I was in high school? God, if only there was only some way to wake up from this one.

Memories came flooding back as I looked down the familiar hallway of my old school. There was my old senior locker about a third of the way down the hall. About twenty feet away on the left was the door to Mr. Gable’s classroom, my American history teacher. Was he still here, I wondered? He might be in there teaching right now for all I knew. I hadn’t been back here since I graduated seven years ago and I had no idea how many people I knew were still here. My classmates were long gone, of course, but many of the same teachers and staff might still be here. What would they think if they saw me roaming the hallways naked?

Some of the negative memories also returned. Back in high school I’d been a shy, chubby girl with only a few close friends. I’d been terribly self-conscious about my body back then and the loose-fitting, formless clothes I wore to hide it hadn’t prevented me from being the object of teasing. I couldn’t wait to get away from this place after my graduation. Not all of the memories were bad, of course, but this was a place I just never thought I’d return to. Who could have foreseen the bizarre turn of fate that would lead me back here to walk the halls naked? It was something I just never, ever could have imagined. Yet here I was.

On the wall to my left was a clock and I saw that it was already 9:28. It had taken me over 20 minutes to get into the building from my hiding place in the woods! I’d almost walked right past a couple of teenage boys sitting in a car in the parking lot smoking cigarettes but fortunately I’d heard the music from their car stereo just before I passed them. It still cost me a couple of extra minutes making my way around them without being seen.

Then I’d just missed being caught on the fire escape. I was about half way up it when the door below me opened and a teacher walked out. I curled up into a ball on the stairs and just prayed he wouldn’t look up. He was having an argument on his cell phone with someone -probably his wife - and it seemed like it went on forever. It probably really lasted only ten minutes or so but I was stuck in plain sight half way up the fire escape that whole time. I hadn’t even made it into the school yet and my nerves were already fried. When he finally went back inside I quickly scampered up the rest of the stairs and entered the school.

Only 32 minutes left and I hadn’t even begun looking for the note. Worse, I still had to retrieve the keys from who knows where once I did find it. I saw a bulletin board at the far end of the hallway and I began walking towards it, each step taking me deeper into the school and farther away from a quick exit.

My arousal had been kept mostly in check since my orgasm in front of the old woman but it was building again as I began experiencing my naked in school dream for real. I cursed my body again for being so damned susceptible to the humiliations Megan was forcing on me, but there was little I could do to suppress it. As I passed the first closed door I could hear a voice behind it and knew a class was in session in there. A chill went through me as it hit home just how close I was to utter humiliation!

It was then that I spotted the security cameras lining the hallway. Damn, those hadn’t been there when I was in school. They’re probably all over the school now. I remembered Megan telling me the security guard wouldn’t bother me and I’ll bet anything he’s in a room somewhere right now watching my every step. In fact, Megan and Dave are probably with him. Megan gets too much of a kick watching me not to be spying on me from somewhere.

Something else struck me as I walked along: Megan was going to have a new blackmail tape to use against me! If she was able to get the security guard to cooperate in this then she’d have no problem getting a copy of the security tape. How in the hell would I explain this to my friends and family? At least streaking a sporting event is a somewhat common lark…but walking naked through your old high school? I mean, that’s just weird. They’d really think I’ve lost my marbles. It was too late to do anything about it now, though. With each step I felt Megan’s control over me tightening.

I let out a nervous sigh of relief when I finally reached the bulletin board on the other end of the hall. Please let it be here! I scanned through the various notes and flyers attached to the board announcing tutoring services, items for sale, and an upcoming school dance. Nothing. I looked through them again hoping I’d somehow missed it. It’s not here. Dammit!

“Hello.” The voice behind me nearly caused me to jump through the ceiling. I’d been so focused on the bulletin board that I hadn’t been listening for anyone approaching. I whirled around and found a mousy looking teenage girl standing there staring at me. I resisted the urge to cover myself remembering Megan’s instructions.

“Hi,” I mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

“What are you doing?” the girl asked.

“Oh, I just lost a bet,” I laughed nervously. “I have to find something in here.”

“Find what? Your clothes?”

“My car keys. My, um, boyfriend is playing a prank on me.”

The girl’s face remained expressionless as she looked me up and down, her eyes pausing briefly on my hard nipples. She was maybe 15 or 16 and her straight brown hair hung limply down to her shoulders. I guessed she wasn’t the frontrunner to become homecoming queen. She looked like the prototypical female nerd and I felt some empathy with her having been something of a nerd myself in high school.

“Which is it?” she asked, pushing her glasses up against the bridge of her nose with her forefinger.

“Huh?”

“You said it was a bet and then you said it was a prank. Which is it?”

“Well, sort of both. Why aren’t you in class anyway?”

“I’m in study hall and I have a pass to get a book from my locker.”

I looked around to make sure our conversation wasn’t drawing any attention and then leaned in close and spoke softly. “Hey, do you think you can help me? I really could use your help finding a note addressed to me on one of the bulletin boards.”

She shook her head. “I have to get back to study hall or I’ll get in trouble.”

“I’ll pay you,” I said. She looked me over again as she shoved the glasses back against her nose.

“I don’t see any pockets.”

“I don’t have it on me right now, but I’ll get it for you. I promise.”

“How much?”

“Twenty dollars?”

“How about paying me twenty dollars not to report you?” she replied. Any empathy I’d been feeling for the little nerd was rapidly draining away.

“Fifty dollars then.”

“How do I know you’ll pay me?”

“You’ll have to trust me,” I said.

“Why should I trust a crazy naked girl walking around the school?”

I sighed. “One hundred dollars. I really need your help. I know I don’t exactly have any collateral to put up here but please trust me that I’ll pay you.”

She pushed her glasses up against her face once again as she pondered my offer. “What do you want me to do?”

“There’s a note for me pinned on one of the bulletin boards in the school that tells me where my keys are. I’ll search the second floor if you’ll go down and check the first floor for me. If you find it bring it to me.”

“You have to pay me even if I don’t find it.”

“I’ll pay you half if you don’t. The full amount if you do. I need to make sure you’re really looking for it.”

“I have a camera phone in my locker. I’ll do it if you let me take pictures of you first. That way if you don’t pay me I’ll put the pictures on my blog and tell everyone in school to look at them.”

God, another little blackmailer. “Whatever,” I said. “Just please hurry.”

The girl disappeared around the corner as I stood nervously waiting for her return. I glanced again at the clock. 9:35. Just twenty-five minutes to go and I felt more naked and vulnerable than ever standing here. A couple more minutes passed and I was starting to get worried that she might be reporting me. I was ready to start moving when she emerged again around the corner. The girl pointed her camera phone at me and took several pictures. “Turn around,” she said. Was there ever going to be an end to the indignities I’d have to suffer? I turned around and she clicked off several more.

“That’s enough,” I told her, turning around again. “I’m in a hurry. Please go check the first floor bulletin boards for me.” It occurred to me that Megan might not approve of this but she hadn’t specifically prohibited me from getting help. I’d have to risk it.

“How will I know the note’s for you?” she asked.

“My name’s Laurie Davis. My name should be on the note or some reference to keys. The name Megan might be on it, too.”

“Who’s Megan?”

“The person leaving the note.”

“Your boyfriend’s name is Megan?”

“Um, no. Listen, forget what I said earlier about a boyfriend and a prank. Just help me out here.”

“Will you be waiting here?” she asked.

“No, I’ll be checking the boards up here so look for me in one of the other second floor hallways. What’s your name anyway?”

“Tamara,” she replied.

“I really appreciate this Tamara. Please hurry though.”

I followed Tamara down the hall until she made a right turn down the stairs and I turned left down the central corridor. This was going to be a riskier area since it was more heavily traveled and there were classrooms on each side of the hall. I made it about a third of the way down the hall before I came to an open door and heard the sound of voices coming from within. Not ten feet past the door was the bulletin board I was trying to reach, but there was no way to get to it without passing the open door! I considered waiting for Tamara to come back to help me but the clock was ticking. I finally decided to go back around to the other outside hallway and follow it around the perimeter of the building. I could reach this bulletin board from the opposite direction and, if I remembered correctly, there was another board I needed to check on that hallway anyway.

I retraced my steps and turned the corner and headed to the opposite side of the building from where I’d entered. I peeked around the corner to make sure the coast was clear and then began moving quickly down it. There was a bulletin board about half way down the hallway but it was lightly used so it didn’t take long to determine that my note wasn’t on it. I began walking again down the hall, my senses on full alert. After reaching the end I carefully turned the corner and then made another left turn down the central corridor. God, this was nerve wracking!

Fortunately all of the doors on this end of the hallway were closed so I had a straight path now to the board. I moved quickly, my breasts bouncing slightly with each step. This bulletin board was packed with notices pinned to it and I rifled through them as fast as I could. Nothing. I took a second look, and then a third. It wasn’t here. I let out a deep sigh of frustration. It must be somewhere on the first floor. My hopes relied now on Tamara and I still wasn’t at all sure I could trust her.

At that moment I heard female voices coming from behind me and I turned and looked back in the direction I had just come. The voices were coming from around the corner but I could tell they were heading this way. I looked around desperately for a place to hide but there was nothing. Down the hallway was a woman’s bathroom I could duck into but that would mean passing the open doorway of the classroom. I was trapped!

As the voices neared the corner of my corridor I did the only thing I could do: I scampered quickly past the open classroom door providing a view of naked female flesh to anyone inside who happened to be looking my direction. Once past it I shoved open the door to the women’s restroom and entered the far stall, bolting it behind me. If anyone from the classroom had seen me or if the women had entered the hallway before I’d made it into the restroom, they’d have no problem finding me. I was cornered.

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching and the restroom door swung open. I quickly sat down and lifted my feet up and placed them against the stall door so they wouldn’t be in view to anyone peering beneath the stall door. This wouldn’t do me much good if someone knew I was in here but it was the only precaution I could take.

“I don’t know what to do with her. Her behavior has been very strange,” I heard a woman say. It was one of the voices I’d heard in the hallways.

“Well, maybe we need to notify her parents,” the other voice said. Were they talking about me? Had they somehow recognized me?

“Yeah, I think we need to call them in for a conference. She’s been such a disruptive influence lately in class.” It wasn’t me they were talking about. They must not have seen me. I heard the stall door next to mine open as one of the women entered it. The other woman turned on a sink and washed up as the two continued talking about some problem student. The restroom door swung open again as another person entered.

“Hi, Karen,” I heard another female voice say to the woman out by the sink. “Is anyone else in here with you?”

“Me,” I heard the woman in the next stall call out.

“Who’s me?”

“Angela.

“Okay,” the woman said. “I take it you’re dressed aren’t you?”

“What?”

“One of my students said he just saw a naked woman go past the classroom door.”

“Yeah, Angela is butt naked alright,” the woman out by the sink said. “I keep warning her about violating the school’s dress code but she just won’t listen to me.” They all laughed.

“Okay, I’m sure my student has an overactive imagination. Boys that age always have naked women on the brain.”

“Boys at every age always have naked women on the brain.” Another laugh.

They continued talking as I sat quietly and helplessly in my stall, the clock ticking away on any hope of finding my keys in time. Even if Tamara had found the note she wouldn’t know where to find me now. The tears began welling up in my eyes as I thought about the consequences facing me in just a few more minutes. What was I going to do? How was I going to get home? What was I going to tell my mom when she got that awful video? I’d gone through all of this for nothing! It was so unfair.

I finally heard the toilet in the next stall flush and Angela exited and began washing up at the sink, still talking to the other women. They dallied for another minute or so before the door swung open and the bathroom fell silent again. I had no idea what time it was but I couldn’t have much time left. I decided I was going to get the hell out of here before the ten o’clock bell rang. I’d just have to head back out to my hiding spot in the woods and try to sort out from there what I was going to do.

As I exited the stall I caught a glimpse of my nude body in the bathroom mirror and stared at it for a minute. It looked so familiar, yet so out of place in these surroundings. It struck me again just how strange all of this was, standing naked in my old school. When would I be able to put clothes on again? And how many more people would see my nude body before the day was over?

I opened the door slowly and peeked out into the hall in each direction making sure it was clear before I stepped out again and began walking. The open classroom door I’d passed earlier was closed now. I guess the teacher wanted to make sure that her horny teenage student wouldn’t be imagining any more naked women wandering the hallways.

I turned the corner and checked the clock on the wall. 9:52. Just eight minutes left. There’s no way I could search the first floor and find my keys in that time. I wasn’t even sure the note would still be there if Tamara had found it and then gone looking for me as I hid in the bathroom. I made another turn and began walking down the hallway that led back to the fire escape that I’d climbed to enter the school. I was about half way down the hall when I heard my name called.

“Laurie.”

I turned and saw Tamara motioning at me to come to her. I walked quickly to her.

“Did you find it?”

“Yeah. Where have you been? I looked all over for you.”

“I had to hide out from some teachers. Give it to me, Tamara, I don’t have much time left.”

“When will I get my money?”

“I’ll mail it out tomorrow. I promise.”

“Give me your hand,” she said. She took a pen out of her pocket and wrote her address on my palm, then handed me a small envelope with my name on it. I gave her a hug and her lips curled up in a faint smile - the first expression I’d seen on her face since I met her. She was a rather odd girl but I felt grateful to her, even though I’d had to bribe her to help me.

“Where did you find it?” I asked as I tore open the envelope.

“It was on the bulletin board in the front lobby. I hope you find your keys.” She turned and began walking away.

“Is there any way you can help me retrieve them?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I’m already going to be in trouble for being gone so long.”

“Okay, thanks for your help,” I said as she disappeared around the corner.

I pulled the note out of the envelope and began to read:

“Laurie,

You’ll find your keys on the back wall of Room 101.

M.”

Room 101 was the first classroom past the front lobby where the note had been left. God, if I’d just entered the school through the front door I could have completed this in a couple of minutes. Megan probably figured I wouldn’t have the guts to do that. She’d been right.

I only had about five minutes left so sneaking around was no longer an option. The quickest way to Room 101 from here went right past the administrative offices, including the principal’s office. I had one other option that would be less risky if I hurried. I started running down the hallway toward the exit where I’d first entered the school. I hobbled down the fire escape stairs as fast as I could, my poor bruised feet screaming at me with each step, then began running for the front of the building. Ahead of me one of the school’s janitors was picking up trash on the edge of the parking lot. There was no more time left for hiding so I gave him an eyeful as I ran past. As I turned the corner leading to the front entrance of the school I saw my car parked nearby. With any luck I’d be driving away in it within the next couple of minutes.

I pulled open the front door and entered the lobby, nearly running into a woman exiting the school. When she saw me her eyes bugged out so far that she reminded me of a cartoon character. I recognized her as one of the school’s secretaries and I just prayed to God that she didn’t remember me. I walked briskly past her without saying a word and passed through another door that led into the heart of the building. On my left was Room 101. As I stepped up to the door and gripped the doorknob I could hear a muffled voice speaking. There was a class in session in there! Megan was going to make this humiliating for me right up to the bitter end.

I took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside.

Every head in the room turned in my direction as I stood in the doorway still breathing heavily from the run and with my skin flushed from the potent blend of nervousness, humiliation and arousal pulsing through my body. I felt a little faint and placed my hand against the doorframe to steady myself. I stood for several seconds trying to gather my composure when I saw the person standing at the head of the room: Megan! She had a feigned look of surprise on her face but I could see the delight in her eyes in seeing me there. Dave was sitting in one of the student desks holding the same video camera Megan had used earlier in the park. He pointed it in my direction.

What in the hell are they doing in here? What are they up to now? I took a couple of deep breaths and finally started walking toward the back of the room as I heard some disconnected words tumble from my mouth.

“I have to find something…a note told me…my keys…the back wall,” I mumbled.

This came out sounding like total gibberish - the ravings of a crazy woman, which I’m sure they all thought I was. I walked unsteadily down one of the rows and the giggling and laughter from the students burned my ears. I reached the back wall and began desperately looking for my keys but there was no sign of them. I ran my hands back and forth across the bare wall. Where were they? They were supposed to be here! I’d beaten the ten o’clock deadline so they just had to be here! As I frantically continued searching the area for my keys I heard a voice that I hadn’t heard in years. “Laurie Davis? Is that you?”

I turned back to the front of the room. “M-Mrs. Fitzpatrick?” Oh my God, it was my favorite teacher from high school! And she recognized me!

That’s when it struck me that the keys weren’t here; they were probably never here. I’ll bet they never left Dave’s pocket. This had all been a ruse by Megan to lure me into this classroom and humiliate me! I wasn’t going to be able to run out and drive away in my car after all. I was totally at Megan’s mercy once again - just a naked little puppet dancing on her strings.

As this realization hit me my head began spinning and I had to grab onto a nearby empty desk to keep from falling over. Megan and Dave were moving fast towards me now and each grasped one of my arms to keep me from falling. They assisted me as I walked on shaky legs back to the front of the room and they sat me down on the edge of the teacher’s desk in full view of the class. Mrs. Fitzpatrick leaned down and looked in my eyes with alarm. “Are you okay, Laurie?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m not okay,” I blubbered as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I shook my hair across my face as if that could somehow block this all out.

“What’s wrong with her?” Mrs. Fitzpatrick asked Megan.

“She’s obviously on drugs of some kind,” Megan replied as she brushed the hair out of my face and peered into my eyes. “Heavy breathing, flushed skin, incoherent speech, irrational behavior. She’s exhibiting all the signs.” Megan turned to the teacher. “Do you know this girl?”

“Yes, she was once a student here. That was a few years back though. She’s lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw her.”

“Well, that could be another sign of drug abuse.”

“She looks good though. I mean she was too heavy before and she doesn’t look like one of those anorexic drug addicts.”

“Not yet anyway. We may have caught her before it got to that.”

“Are you going to arrest her?” Mrs. Fitzpatrick asked.

“No, but we’re going to have someone check her out. We’ll find out what she’s been taking and whether she needs psychological help or drug counseling.”

Mrs. Fitzpatrick leaned in close again to talk to me. “Megan, these are police officers. They’re going to help you.”

I let out a short, bitter laugh through the tears when I heard that. If these two “helped” me much more I really would need psychological counseling.

“Can you walk, Laurie?” Megan asked.

I nodded my head. I just wanted to get the hell out of here. Megan and Dave helped me to my feet and I felt my hands being pulled behind my back and the cold metal handcuffs snapping onto my wrists.

“Is that really necessary?” the teacher asked.

“I’m afraid so,” Megan replied. “We don’t know what she’s on and drug abusers can often turn suddenly violent. It’s for her protection as well as ours.”

Megan and Dave started walking me to the door and I saw the look of concern in Mrs. Fitzpatrick’s face.

“I’ll be okay, Mrs. F,” I said. “Just please don’t tell my parents about this.”

“I won’t Laurie, if you promise to get help.”

“I will.”

Dave opened the door for me and Megan walked me out into the hallway. I was expecting them to take a right turn toward the nearby front door but instead they turned me to the left and we began walking deeper into the school.

“My car’s out front,” I muttered.

“Yes, but our car is parked out back,” Megan replied with a barely disguised glee in her voice.

At that moment the ten o’clock bell began clanging.

DÉJÀ VU ALL OVER AGAIN

It was déjà vu all over again as I sat naked, handcuffed, and humiliated in the front seat of Megan’s SUV just like after streaking the baseball game. I had the feeling that this might become a regular feature of our get-togethers. As Megan negotiated the car through the school parking lot the image of all those high school students pouring out into the hallway replayed itself again and again in my mind as if it was on a continuous loop. I think that moment will be burned into my brain forever. Those naked in school nightmares have nothing on the real thing.

After the bell rang I just kept my eyes glued on the floor in front of me and concentrated on putting one foot in front of another as I tried desperately to block out the stares, laughter, catcalls, and rude remarks. If I could have I would have floated out of my body and watched the proceedings as a neutral observer, but I remained stuck inside my very naked skin for the duration.

After finally exiting the building into the rear parking lot, Megan had told Dave to get my car and meet us back at the park before helping me into the front seat of her SUV. As we pulled out of the parking lot Megan couldn’t contain herself any more. “God, that was beautiful!” she laughed. “Oh man, what a rush, huh? Whew, I could get addicted to this!”

I just sat there sullenly staring out the side window. I wasn’t going to give her any more satisfaction than she was already getting out of this. She barely even noticed my silence as she kept rattling on excitedly about my “adventure.”

“I was starting to get worried that you weren’t going to make it in time, Laurie. It would’ve been a lot easier for you if you’d just had the balls to walk in through the front door. Life rewards the bold, my friend. I just knew you wouldn’t do that though. Let me guess, you snuck in using a second floor fire escape?” I turned and glared at her for a moment before returning to my view out the side window. “Hah, I knew it,” she chortled.

She turned the corner and we began driving through the same residential neighborhood where I’d been running naked only a little over an hour ago. It already seemed like ages ago. Megan kept on talking, undeterred by my lack of response.

“You know, I give these anti-drug lectures to high school classes every so often and I’d been trying to think of a way to spice them up a bit. When I was asked to talk to a class in your old high school I just knew I had to get you involved in it. You were perfect, too! If those kids aren’t scared away from drugs after your performance, they never will be,” she laughed. “I’m so glad I brought Dave along to videotape that. Maybe I can use that in future lectures about the dangers of drug use.”

Megan looked over in my direction hoping for some kind of response but I remained silent. “Oh c’mon, Laurie, what would you be doing today if I hadn’t dragged you out of your boring little life? Sitting in a cubicle?”

“It’s MY life,” I shot back angrily, breaking my silence. “You have NO right telling me how to live it.”

“Laurie, you’re a bookkeeper for chrissakes. Hell, you’re not even a real accountant. At least CPA’s make decent money.”

“So what?”

“So you’re twenty-five years old and you have a boring job, no boyfriend, and no life. You act like you’re still that fat little girl that no one wants.”

“What are you my shrink now? Dr. Fucking Megan?”

“You can think of me that way if you want. I do know you need to form a new self-image for yourself. You’re a smart girl and you should have more in your life than you do right now. You’re not that frumpy girl anymore, Laurie, and you don’t even seem to know it. You have a very pretty, innocent, girl-next-door face on a killer bod. You turn heads even when you’re not naked. Do you even own any sexy clothes? Do you ever wear short skirts and low-cut blouses to work just to drive the men wild?”

I opened my mouth to respond but then closed it again. She was right. I didn’t own any sexy clothes. The blue jeans and tank top I wore to my fateful birthday party was as daring as I ever got.

“How do you know so much about me anyway? Have you been spying on me?”

“Not spying, but I have taken the time to discreetly find out more about you. I was curious.”

Megan turned the car into the parking lot of Mistmoore Park and killed the engine. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. “Turn around,” she said. I felt the cuffs click open as she removed them and shoved them under the seat. I rubbed my wrists as I looked around the park. It was still deserted and Dave hadn’t arrived yet with my car.

We sat there in silence for a few moments before she spoke again. “Listen, Laurie, I know I may have pushed you too far today. I never intended for you to be marched naked through the school while the students were in the hall. It’s just that you got there right before the bell and I couldn’t resist. I shouldn’t have done that.” She almost sounded apologetic. “Listen, I want this to be fun for both of us.”

I laughed bitterly. “Fun?”

“Yes. Fun and exciting and arousing. I know you get very turned on by doing this kind of thing.”

“I can’t help it. That doesn’t mean I want to take part in this.”

“I think you secretly do. Maybe you don’t want to take it as far as we did today, but I think you’d miss it badly if we stopped completely.”

“More psychobabble,” I said, but I wasn’t so sure she was wrong. I still remembered vividly those intense feelings of excitement and arousal as I walked nude through the neighborhood this morning. I’d had those same feelings as I snuck naked around the empty school hallways. I think the danger of being caught turned me on even more than actually being seen. As hard as it had been to go through with this today I knew that I’d replay it over and over again in my mind in the coming weeks and become aroused whenever I did. I had to admit that my life now had an intensity and excitement that had been lacking before I met Megan.

“Laurie, if I gave you the choice of me leaving you alone, would you take it?”

“Are you giving me that choice?” I asked.

“I don’t know yet,” she replied. “I just want to hear your answer.”

A few minutes ago the answer would have been easy, but I knew there was a grain of truth in what Megan had been saying. I was afraid to take chances. I did still see myself still as that fat, frumpy, unwanted girl. Suddenly I wasn’t so sure I wanted to return to my old boring life without the daily danger of getting a phone call from Megan. This was the first time in my life I’d ever walked the tightrope without a net and I had to admit to myself that there was something intoxicating about it.

“I don’t know,” I heard myself say. “Is there any way we can make it not so…over the top? I mean, jeez, naked in my old high school?” A fresh wave of arousal pulsed through me as I realized that I was giving implied consent to continuing these games. Was this really my secret fetish – to be forced into public nudity and exhibitionism? Were my urges so strong that I would voluntarily allow this woman to dominate and control me to satisfy them because I knew I could never summon the courage to do these things on my own?

Megan smiled. “Today may have gone a little too far, but I’m not going to make it easy for you. It’s important that we keep exploring the edge of the cliff. That’s where the excitement is.”

I sat again in silence looking out at the quiet park. I don’t know if Megan had been serious about letting me go but the moment had passed. We both knew I was still in the game.

“Laurie, I’m going to have a copy of the school’s security video soon.” I knew it! “They actually have a pretty good system,” she continued. “It won’t be up to the quality of the Mariners video but it’s not grainy black-and-white stuff either. You’re always going to need a constant threat hanging over your head to force yourself to do these things and I think that video will do the trick nicely.”

“What are you going to do with the Mariners video?” I asked.

“I’m going to post it on the internet since I don’t need it anymore. I won’t send it to your mom, though, although I can’t guarantee that she might not learn about it eventually. You’ll just have to hope that your friends and family don’t surf those kinds of websites.”

I thought about that awful video being posted on the internet and how many new eyes would soon be seeing my nude body. This had all spun way beyond my control, if I’d ever had any. There’d be no stopping this roller coaster now. There was nothing to do now but hang on tight.

Outside the window I saw my car roll into the parking lot with Dave behind the wheel.

“I’ll be in touch, Laurie.”

I was also lucky that the cubicles nearest mine weren’t being used right now. One belonged to a woman who had quit a couple of weeks ago and hadn’t been replaced yet, and the other was used by a sales rep who was rarely in the office. I might be able to get away with this for awhile but there was always a chance that someone would come back here and catch me like this. What would I tell them?

Just as I was thinking that over I saw Jeff Hanson’s head over the top of my cubicle wall heading my way. I quickly swiveled the chair to the right and slid in as close to the desk as I could. I pretended to be concentrating on an accounting spreadsheet I had open on my monitor as he stopped at the left side of my cubicle and peered over the top of the wall at me.

“Heya, Laurie. Wassup?”

“Hi, Jeff,” I said, keeping the back of the chair tilted toward him. It must have looked strange to be working on my computer from such an awkward angle.

“I saw you were in the boss lady’s office for quite awhile. What was that about?”

“Oh, nothing. We were just talking about getting the quarterly profit and loss statements ready.”

“Ah, okay. That involves numbers and decimals and stuff, right? That’s about all I know about accounting. I just saw that her office shades were closed and thought you might be in trouble or something.”

“No, it’s just that the glare from the sun was bothering us.” Jeff turned to look out the office window and I realized that the sun was on the other side of the building this time of the morning. God, I’m such a lousy liar.

“Um, okay. Hey we’re going to Strivoli’s for lunch. Are you interested?”

“Not today, Jeff. Thanks though.”

“Okay,” he said. “Are you mad at me or something? You’re keeping your back to me and not even looking at me.”

“No, I’m not mad, Jeff. I’m just kind of busy here. I’m really sorry.”

“Alright. I’ll talk to you later I guess.”

Jeff walked back toward his desk and I was alone again. God, that was close. It really must have seemed rude to keep my chair turned away from him, but what else could I do?

I tried to do some work in an effort to take my mind off my situation but it was a futile effort as I was unable to focus on anything but the fact that I was sitting half-naked in my office. I wasn’t going to be very productive this morning but I doubt Tess was too concerned about that. I’d always considered this office a sanctuary from Megan’s control because I didn’t think she would risk forcing me to do anything crazy here at work, but now it seemed that nowhere was safe. I could be forced to strip nearly anywhere now and my list of tormentors had just doubled!

How long would Tess leave me here like this? All day? What was I going to do when I had to go to the bathroom? I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat as the minutes ticked away until I finally saw Tess approaching my desk.

“How are we doing, Laurie?” she said with a smile.

“I don’t know how WE are doing, but I’M doing lousy. I almost got caught by Jeff. He thinks I’m a jerk now for keeping my back turned to him. How long are you going to keep me half-naked like this?”

“Half-naked? Not much longer. I’ve got to leave the office for a few minutes.”

“Thank God,” I said.

“So you’ll need to give me your blouse.”

“What?”

Tess pulled a chair from the empty adjacent cubicle and sat next to me with an expectant look on her face. She leaned in close and spoke in a lowered voice, not wanting to draw attention from the rest of the office any more than I did. “You heard me. Give me your blouse. I’ve got someone I need to meet in another part of the building for a few minutes.”

My first thought was that she couldn’t really mean this, but then I wondered why I would think that. Of course she meant it. People like Tess and Megan always mean it when they’re telling me the humiliations they’re about to put me through. They live for it.

I cursed myself for having told my boss about Megan. I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t tell anyone about her because of the trouble it might cause me and here I’d gone and blurted out everything to the very first person who pressured me a little. I was as bad at keeping secrets as I was at telling lies.

“How long are you going to be gone?” I asked desperately.

“Hopefully it won’t be more than 30 minutes if the meeting goes well. If not…” Her voice trailed off as she shrugged her shoulders.

“And you expect me to just sit here naked all that time?”

“You don’t have to sit, but your chances of not being seen will be a whole lot better if you don’t go running around the office.”

“There’s no way that I’ll be able to hide the fact that I’m totally nude if someone comes back here.”

“I’ve made sure everyone in the office is busy right now. Besides you don’t get many visitors back here.”

“Jeff was here just a few minutes ago! What if someone else comes back here?”

“Well then you’ll have some ’splainin’ to do, won’t you girl?”

“What in the hell am I supposed to tell them?”

“I have no idea what you could say,” she laughed. “It would be awfully embarrassing, that’s for sure. You will be discreet about our little relationship though, right?”

“Why should I?”

“Because if you’re not I’ll be forced to tell Officer Megan about what you’ve told me. Oh, and her last name is Danielson and her badge number is 34872. She wasn’t hard to find.” Tess leaned in closer. “I know this is kind of crazy, Laurie, but I’ve decided that if we’re going to play this game we might as well go all the way.”

“What’s this ‘we’ bullshit?” I hissed at her. I was getting angry now at this latest blackmail attempt to force me into complying with outrageous demands. “I’m the only one playing the game. What risks are you taking?”

“I am taking risks here, Laurie. You don’t think it would cause me problems to have a naked employee discovered in my office? I think I’ll be almost as nervous as you are while I’m out of the office. I just about had a panic attack when I saw Jeff heading back here.”

I laughed bitterly. “Well you should try putting yourself in my position if you want to feel real panic. In fact, I wish you would.”

“Don’t tell me that you don’t get a kick out of this, too. You’re on full high beam right now.” I glanced down and could see that my nipples were noticeably pressing out the fabric of my blouse.

“So what? Do you think getting sexually aroused makes up for all the humiliation? What about my reputation? What’s my family going to think of me when they find out about this stuff? What are my co-workers going to think about me if they catch me naked? You people don’t give a damn about that stuff as long as you can get your rocks off vicariously. It’s a real shame that you and Megan don’t have the guts to live out your own fantasies and need me to do it for you.”

An angry look flashed across Tess’s face. “Laurie, you can have fun with this or you can fight it,” she said in a firm voice. “It’s your choice. I’d prefer that you had fun with it but either way this is going to happen. When I get back I’ll give you your clothes back and we’ll discuss the future, but right now I want your blouse.”

I glared at her, but I knew she had me in a box. The only other thing I could do is walk out of the building half-naked. I unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it off, and flung it onto the desk in front of her. Tess folded the garment and placed it into her briefcase, then pulled out a small digital camera. “Something to remember this by,” she said as she snapped off several pictures of me sitting nude at my desk. She then replaced the camera in her briefcase and snapped it shut. “I won’t be gone that long,” she said as she rose to her feet. Her mood suddenly brightened again as she looked down on my nude body. “God, this is exciting, isn’t it?” she said like a giddy schoolgirl. “I’m so glad I found that video.”

I watched helplessly as my boss walked away with the last of my clothing and disappeared through the exit into the hallway beyond. I found myself sitting very naked and very alone in my office in the middle of a work day.

Ten minutes had passed since Tess left the office with the last of my clothing and with each minute the intensity of being nude in my own office had only increased. One of the things that I’d discovered about myself since being forced into this new life of exhibitionism was that it was often the anticipation of being caught that was an even bigger turn on for me than actually being seen.

Perhaps the most intense moments of my Mariners game streak had been when I was still fully clothed but was going mad with anticipation knowing the time was rapidly approaching when I’d have to remove all of my clothing right there in the crowded stands. It was my naked walk through the quiet residential neighborhood and sneaking through the empty hallways of the school that I remembered more vividly and intensely than all those eyes staring at my nude body after the bell rang. I guess it’s the fear, excitement, and anticipation of knowing that, at any moment, I could be caught nude in a public place that was a bigger aphrodisiac for me than actually being seen. And right now that fear, excitement, and anticipation was driving me wild.

All my senses were at a heightened state, but since the cubicle walls limited my vision it was my sense of hearing that was the most acute. Sounds that I normally wouldn’t have noticed before were amplified now: the whirring of the CPU fan; a cough from a nearby cubicle; the low murmur of a conversation between co-workers. Most of all, I listened for the sound of footsteps heading in my direction.

As I squirmed nervously in my chair I couldn’t keep my fingers from roaming across my bare skin. I knew I could easily bring myself to another orgasm despite having just done so in Tess’s office, but the memory of being caught by the old woman on the walk to the school discouraged that thought. As bad as being caught naked in my office would be, being caught naked and masturbating would be infinitely worse. As much as I wanted to bring myself off I had to settle for the occasional caress of a breast and the feel of my hand tracing a circular pattern across my inner thigh.

The clock on my computer screen seemed to tick away in slow motion but after twenty-five minutes I began thinking I might just make it through this without being humiliated after all. Tess could return at any time now but, if anything, this made me even more nervous. After having made it this long, being caught near the end of the ordeal would somehow seem even more unfair.

It was at that moment that I heard footsteps approaching. For a few seconds I hoped that it signaled Tess’s return but then I realized that they were coming from my left rather than from the direction that Tess would have entered the office. I stretched my neck high enough to see a mop of brown hair over the top of the cubicle walls heading my direction. It was Jeff again!

I slid out of my seat and onto my knees, looking around desperately for a place to hide. There was only the space beneath my desk but that wouldn’t keep me hidden. With nothing else to do, I quickly crawled on my hands and knees out of my cubicle and into the unoccupied adjacent cubicle on my right, hoping that Jeff wouldn’t think of looking for me there. As I heard Jeff approach I remained motionless, still on my hands and knees with my butt pointing out toward the cubicle entrance. Not exactly a position I wanted to be caught in but I didn’t dare move another inch.

“Laurie?” Jeff called out in a confused tone. Did he see me crawl into this cubicle or was he confused over the fact that I wasn’t in my cubicle like he’d expected? Was he staring at me right now – naked and on my hands and knees - over the top of the cubicle wall? I didn’t dare look up to see. If he found me like this I think I’d just die. Please, please go away, Jeff.

I held my breath until I finally heard the footsteps shuffle away. Thank God! Moments later I heard new footsteps approaching from the opposite direction and I remained frozen. Oh please, let this be Tess with my clothes! I nearly had a heart attack when I heard the male voice behind me.

“Laurie?” Another confused male voice called out my name, but this time it wasn’t Jeff’s. I looked back over my shoulder at the man standing behind me. It was sales rep Bill Teller and this was his cubicle. I remembered thinking earlier how fortunate it was that he was rarely in the office. Well, he was here now and I was giving him the view of a lifetime.

I wheeled around on the carpet to face him, one arm going up to cover my breasts while covering my pussy with the other hand. Bill was staring down at me with a look of surprise and wonderment on his face, as if he’d just found a gold nugget in his box of crackerjacks. “Damn, I’m going to have to start coming into the office more often,” he said with a leer.

Another set of footsteps approached and I heard Jeff’s voice again. “Hey Bill, you haven’t seen Laurie have you?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen her,” he smirked. “I’ve seen all of her, in fact.”

Jeff’s shocked face appeared above me. “Jesus, Laurie, what in the hell are you doing?”

Oh God, I can’t believe this is happening to me again! What could I possibly say? I had no idea what to do or where to go, but I just knew I couldn’t stay here. I got to my feet and bolted past the two men, tears streaming down my cheeks. Heads popped up above cubicle walls as I ran through the office toward the exit. I shoved the door open and ran through the hallway, past the elevator, and into the stairwell that descended nine stories to the building’s exit.

The tears flowed freely as I sat naked in the empty stairwell between the fifth and sixth floor of my office building. That’s as far as I made it before I realized that I couldn’t leave the building even if I wanted to – I had no clothes and my car keys were still in my purse in the office! All of the emotions that I’d been bottling up inside for so long came rushing to the surface and I cried like I hadn’t cried in years. I didn’t really care anymore if someone entered the stairwell and found me there. Everyone gets to see me naked anyway, so why not? I should just stop wearing clothes altogether. At least that would strip Megan and Tess of their power over me. They couldn’t force me to take off what I wasn’t wearing in the first place.

As I cried I thought about just how different my life had become. A year ago you couldn’t have gotten me to the beach even in a one-piece bathing suit and now I was naked in a 12-story office building. And until just a few months ago only one person had ever seen me naked as an adult. How many was it now? Tens of thousands? I didn’t even want to think about how many people had seen that streaking video on the internet. If my boss found it, how long would it be before my family finds out about it?

I thought about my old life and wondered whether I would, if given the chance, go back to being that shy, self-conscious fatty if it meant that no one would ever want to force me to get naked in public. Even as crazy as my life is now I don’t think I’d want to trade it for my old life. But why couldn’t there be some middle ground? Why did it have to be a choice between being fat and ignored or a slim, naked little puppet? Why couldn’t I just be an attractive woman with a normal life instead of being preyed upon by perverts like Tess and Megan?

The sobs began to subside as I finally cried myself out. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and tried to clear my mind. There was nothing left for me now but to confront my situation and deal with it.

I just couldn’t bear the thought of facing my co-workers again – especially still in the nude! – but my keys were in my purse and my purse was on my desk. I had no choice but to go back up there and get it. My mom had always told me that a person could only avoid unpleasant realities for so long before it was best to just face them head on. Somehow I doubt she ever imagined this particular unpleasant reality, though. At least maybe Tess would be back now with my clothes and I might be spared the humiliation of walking out of the building naked.

It took me a couple of minutes to work up the courage to get moving, but I finally convinced myself that this wasn’t going to get any easier the longer I waited. I wiped the last of the tears from my eyes and began slowly climbing the stairs.

After reaching the ninth floor landing I pushed the door open slightly and poked my head into the corridor. The hallway leading back to the office entrance was empty and I stepped through the door and began walking quickly. I was determined now to get this over with as quickly as possible and I only paused momentarily to take a deep breath before I opened the door and stepped back into the advertising agency where I worked.

Everyone in the office was standing together talking – undoubtedly about me – and their heads swiveled in my direction as I entered. My face burned with embarrassment as I walked around the perimeter of the office to my cubicle. When I reached my desk the purse was nowhere to be found! I desperately searched through the drawers and beneath the desk but it was gone. Now what?

“Hey, Laurie.” I tried to cover myself as best I could as I turned to see Jeff standing behind me.

“Where’s my purse, Jeff? Did you guys hide it? Ha ha, funny joke.”

“We gave it to Mrs. Henderson. We didn’t know if you were coming back or not.”

“Is she back in her office?”

“Yeah, she told us to make sure you came to her office if you returned.”

“I bet you guys all think I’m nuts, huh?”

“We’re all supportive of you, Laurie. Mrs. Henderson told us you had some ‘issues’ that you needed to work out.”

“Issues? What issues?” I asked. The only issues I needed to work out were named Tess and Megan.

“You’d better go talk to Mrs. Henderson,” Jeff said. “But you don’t have to worry about being fired. I talked her out of it.”

I laughed bitterly when I heard this. I’ll bet that didn’t take a lot of arm twisting, I thought. She probably wouldn’t let me quit if I wanted to - and I do. Jeff’s a nice guy though, and I didn’t want to be any ruder to him than I already had today. “Thanks Jeff,” I said. “I appreciate it.”

I began walking toward Tess’s office fully aware that all eyes were on me. It’s impossible to describe just how bizarre and surreal it feels to be walking nude through your place of employment. The only thing weirder would be to be naked in school. But, oh wait, I’d been forced to do that too, hadn’t I? What’s next? Naked in church?

I knocked on Tess’s office door and stuck my head inside. She was sitting behind her desk and waved me in. I shut the door behind me, walked across the office and stood in front of her desk glowering down at her. She just burst out laughing.

“God, that didn’t go well, did it?” Tess said. “What happened?”

“What the hell do you think happened? Some psycho bitch left me naked out there!”

“Well this ‘psycho bitch’ didn’t expect my little bookkeeper to end up on all fours in Bill Teller’s cubicle. You just made his life,” she laughed.

“I’m glad you think this is so funny.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect Bill in until later today or I wouldn’t have left you there naked. He’ll probably be worthless to me now as a sales rep since I doubt I’ll ever get him out of his cubicle and into the field again. He wants me to make you work in the nude all the time.”

“You’d love to, I bet.”

“Oh, I would, but that’s not going to happen. The legal issues alone would scuttle that idea, not to mention the loss of productivity in the office. I think we’ll need to treat this as an aberration by a young woman with personal issues to deal with.”

“Yeah? So what the hell did you tell everyone anyway?”