Claire and the Boys Next Door Ch. 06

He looked up and smiled at me briefly, then his head went back down. I wanted to say something but I also wanted to not slightly lose control again, so I swallowed a remark. Without thinking I carried on with removing my jeans, that's what I was there for after all.

I'd put on some black underwear to match the bra, small but not tiny and completely opaque. I figured I must still look great, but as I stood up I realised Brad was now actually calling someone. He was flicking through something on the screen as the speakerphone rang. It was quickly answered and he picked it up normally. I was stood in my underwear, ignored.

"Right, Andy, is everything going smoothly?" He looked at the wall seemingly absentmindedly. Try as I might I could not stop my annoyance, I stood still and stared at him.

"Good, good, so they're in a taxi. Is the interpreter all set?" He glanced back my way and looked down at my body briefly and then, seemingly not picking up on my body language, gestured to me to carry on. I sighed loudly in annoyance, but I reached behind my back to my bra strap nonetheless. The anticipation was building, I was about to be naked stood in a tiny little office for a man I hardly knew, this sort of thing was my cat nip and anger gave it a new, slightly dangerous edge.

As I slipped both arms out of my bra he sat back and flashed me a grin, now at least giving me full attention with his eyes.

"Oh, all good here. No problems at all."

I hung my bra over the back of the chair along with the rest of my outfit, I could feel a draft across my boobs coming from a vent above Brad's head. He was staring at them. It wasn't that I didn't feel the humiliation of stripping for someone taking it all so completely for granted, it was just that the combination of that plus the anger was making me feel the familiar tingle of exhibitionism. I couldn't help but want to please him despite this kind of treatment, and the only way I knew how was to take more off and to try even harder. Brad obviously had me pegged as he cupped the speaker end of the phone.

"Knickers too, Claire, I got you everything."

I had to respond to that but as I opened my mouth angrily he quickly raised a finger to his lips. "What was that?" he asked whoever he was speaking to. "Yes, she's here, pity you won't get to see." He laughed at the response and nodded downwards with his head, again telling me to get completely naked. I obeyed, swallowing my anger for now.

"She looks even better than that." He laughed again as I slipped my last item of clothing off my feet. "Keep quiet about her, though, honestly. The boss is on board, but no point going beyond need-to-know, OK?"

I straightened back up and ostentatiously half flung my knickers on top of the chair. Brad was still watching closely and even sat up straight, presumably to see my now exposed pussy and pubic hair. I had trimmed that morning in the shower, taking my time and imagining men seeing it. As I stood in front of him finishing his call with general pleasantries it was totally obvious that that's where Brad was looking. I waited, still annoyed but letting him look as long as he wanted.

"There we go, relatively painless, wasn't it?" He finally looked up at my face.

"For fuck's sake, Brad!" Even I was shocked, it was completely unlike me to use that kind of language. He raised an eyebrow, and I immediately apologised. "I'm sorry, but I'm not used to being ignored, or undressing in a tiny office."

"Not a problem." I waited a little longer, stood slightly sheepishly. And naked.

I couldn't wait forever, though. "The clothes, Brad. Come on!"

"OK, it's just." He did at last actually reach under his desk and start to pull out a few bags. "I'm not sure if these guys will go for hair, you know."

"What?"

"Your hair." He pointed at my groin and I looked down.

"I can't do anything about that now, can I?"

"No, I don't suppose so." He sounded thoughtful.

"Can I please get dressed?" I put out my hand and he finally rummaged in one of the bags, handing me an underwear set still in its packaging.

"That's the size you asked for, we can try another if needed."

I managed to unfold and unclip, under the watchful eye of Brad, and I decided to start with the bra given that was what may or may not fit. It was white, lacy and pretty small. It seemed a bit old fashioned and definitely something a guy would choose. I had seen already it was a set with suspenders and a thong.

I held it up briefly before clipping it around myself. "Guys are really, really predictable."

He smiled, "you'll look fantastic."

I nodded at him as I settled it in place. "You'll think so, certainly." Part of me was amazed at how I was getting into this.

The bra fitted me fine, so I pulled up the knickers fairly quickly. They seemed to fit high above the hip, and I tried to settle them in place for a while. They had a light frill and a white lace front.

"Let me have a proper look." I straightened up and let him have a look, then, without asking, started to turn around slowly.

"Honestly, Claire, your body is even better than I remembered it."

I turned back round and picked up the suspender belt. "Are there stockings?"

"Oh yes, of course" He handed me a pair, white to match the underwear. I started to clip the belt in place, it was basically just straps and didn't obscure the knickers much at all. I passed the straps under my thong, anticipating the order I would be asked to undress. I sat to start pulling on the stockings.

"So, have you had any other jobs since last week?"

"Just one, another maid outfit actually."

"Oh, really, is that popular?"

"Seems to be."

I could see a pair of shoes under the desk, black heels obviously. I started to slip them on as well.

"God, I wonder what you did for those people." He seemed lost in his own thoughts so I didn't reply. The shoes felt fine, and weren't stupidly high.

"I can't quite understand how Geoff found someone like you." I saw him shake his head slightly. "You don't seem like the usual performer, I'll give you that. You've got such an innocent air, but, my god, you're up for anything."

"I'm not up for 'anything', Brad, OK?" I felt I needed to say something like that, but I was mostly nervous he seemed too close to the truth.

"Of course, but, how can I put this? I'm not sure most dancers are so happy to take direction."

I thought to myself that's because I'm not a dancer, and resolved to maybe try and understand a bit more about how they operated in future. Though if he was paying me to take my clothes off I was a 'dancer' already, there wasn't anything more to it than that. The thought was quite amazing to me, I realised I felt partly almost proud. It also seemed I was already anticipating a next time.

I stood up and posed for him again, in heels and with the underwear complete. I could feel it all tightly hugging my body in the few places it actually covered. Brad stood up this time and walked round the desk as I started my spin, arms slightly out to let him see all of me.

"Fabulous." I felt him grip my waist quite firmly as I stood with my back to him. I stopped my movements, and he slowly ran his hands first briefly onto my bum, before starting back up my body to rest just below my breasts. I held my breath and wondered if he was going to cup them, I would not have resisted.

"I'm sorry, it's just you didn't seem to mind some contact the other night, and I suspect with a few drinks people might also get a bit hands on."

I again tried to control my voice, I wondered who exactly the 'people' were given how he was holding me. "That's fine." The anticipation remained as his hands moved slightly on my skin, I was barely conscious of the permissions I'd just given to him and his guests.

He let the moment pass, though, and I wondered if he'd intended to take any further liberties or not. He stepped away, letting his fingers lightly trail down my back. I turned and he reached across the desk to hand me the dress.

"The final piece of the outfit." He nodded down to my boobs. "With those I imagine it will be tight, but that's the way it will look best. I do have a bigger size, but hopefully it's not needed."

I took it from him, and stepped backwards to give myself more room. It was short, black and seemingly of very good quality. It had a beautifully soft lining, and as I zipped it up it started to grip me in a very pleasing fashion. I couldn't get the zip to the top, so I turned and Brad did the honours. It made it harder to breathe but didn't seem to cause any bulges except where it was supposed to. I had, once again, a great deal of cleavage on display.

"Breathtaking." He held up one arm and I again span round for him. "I almost don't want you to take it off again."

"But I do have to?"

He looked at me with a bit more intensity than he had before. "Yes, you do."

He glanced at my body again, then started to lead me outside. "They'll be here any moment." He looked down at his phone. "If I don't say otherwise come in with the tray in ten minutes, OK?"

As we got to the short corridor I saw there was now a folding table with a tray of prawn canapés on.

"Ahh, great, all set. We'll be in there." He pointed to the other door that wasn't the kitchen, he seemed to be locking the room we had just been in.

"Er, Brad, where am I going to undress?"

He looked around. "Well, out here."

"Seriously? And I have to wait out here too?"

"Don't worry, it's private, it's only really used to get access to these rooms from the kitchen, and no one has any reason to come out except you."

"And the guys leaving the trays."

"Well, yeah, but they'll probably do that whilst you're inside. Besides, they've jobs to do."

"Do they know what's going on in here?"

He looked thoughtful. "Actually, I guess they do. I had to let the manager know."

"Right, so you're saying they know a naked girl is going to be waiting in this corridor, but they'll just carry on chopping vegetables or whatever?!"

"Well, once you're down to the stockings and heels then just stay in with us, OK?"

"That wasn't really my point, Brad."

It was his turn to look ever so slightly sheepish.

"Come on, unlock the door, I'll change and wait in there."

He at least had the good grace to look slightly pained as he carried on. "I can't, sorry, I promised the manager I only needed it now and he'd get his keys back. They have his car on, plus he's got important stuff in there."

I hadn't seen the slightest thing of importance in the tiny, run down room.

"Brad, seriously, just take his car keys off or something."

Brad was already on the move.

"Sorry, Claire, I can't help it, there's always last minute issues. You'll be fine, honestly."

"Wait!" I was properly angry again, but Brad's apologetic grin disappeared inside the next room and I didn't have the stomach to follow him and make a scene. I looked around, it did seem private and little travelled, but there was surely no way the kitchen staff weren't going to try and see me. I wandered slowly up to the kitchen door, trying to work out how much anyone might see through the small glass part. They would have to deliberately look through, I figured, but if they did the whole corridor was easily visible.

I tried to imagine stood here waiting practically naked, it seemed pretty weird. I realised that at least the clothes I had on now would be out here, they wouldn't be the easiest to slip on but at least I could probably wiggle into the dress easily enough. I felt slightly better.

As I contemplated things I heard the door behind me. It seemed the supposedly never used exit to the restaurant was in use. I turned and saw someone roughly my age looking back, he seemed just as startled as I was. He looked uncertain and as if he wanted to immediately turn straight back round, but thought better of it and came inside.

"Hi."

"Hi." I was unsure who he was and what he knew, so didn't want to put my foot in it.

He looked around and saw the tray, he seemed relieved. "Oh, you're a new waitress or something, yeah?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"Thank god, I thought you might be a friend of Steve."

"Steve?"

"You know, the boss, thought I was busted." I let that go by, I figured I needed to keep the conversation to the minimum. "I duck in here when it's quiet, keeps me from having to do any extra work, you see." He suddenly looked worried again. "You won't drop me in it, will you?"

"No, don't worry. I'm only here today, anyway."

"Oh, really, why's that?" His nervous but cheery conversation was growing on me, it was a nice change of pace after Brad. He was even fairly cute in a boyish way.

"It's a private party and they called me in for it."

"Why, are you a super special tray carrier or something?" It was clear from his tone it was a joke and he laughed afterwards as if it were a prize winning one. It was charming in a fairly goofy manner, I found myself being a bit more open with him.

"Something like that, yes." I smiled warmly at him, he looked almost scared again.

"Right, well I need to get back, I reckon." I carried on smiling as he backed to the door. "You, er, might be here if I come in again?"

"Yes, I might be." He smiled slightly as I couldn't resist continuing. "If you're here in ten minutes or so you might get to see why I'm so super special."

He laughed slightly. "Oh, right. I, er, could be." And with that he left, glancing back as the door swung shut.

I carried on smiling even as I realised it must surely be time to go in with the canapés, that encounter was just what I needed to lighten my mood. I was obviously already in the showing off zone given what had happened with Brad but I felt a bit more playful now too, and if I was going to put on a good show that was probably needed. I grabbed the tray and headed inside.

As I scanned the room, which had a dining table at one end with a couple of people sat around and then Brad and one more stood at a small bar, I felt someone take a canapé and move past joining those at the bar. I knew I looked good in the dress, but I imagine the men here were well used to attractive young women as waitresses or secretaries. I dithered between heading to the table or the bar and mostly did neither.

Luckily the room wasn't that big and Brad soon spotted me and beckoned me over. He stepped slightly away from the men he was talking to and put his arm around my shoulders as I got close. He glanced over at a younger Japanese guy at the table, who I took to be the interpreter, then started making a little speech.

"Guys, this is Yvette, who I'm sure I've mentioned to you before. She's our 'help' for the afternoon." His hand was already slipping down my body as he spoke, now mostly round the small of my back he pulled me in a bit closer to him. The other people in the room couldn't help but notice.

"Now, for starters she'll be handing out the food we've laid on, feel free to get to know her a little bit." He lowered his hand to my bum and squeezed lightly, "I can certainly recommend doing so. She'll come back later, and I'm sure has some exciting things planned. Isn't that right, Yvette?"

I looked across at him, not ready for a speech of my own. He carried on anyway without really giving me a chance to reply. "Anyway, off you go. Everyone else, enjoy yourselves!" With that he gave me a pretty firm pat on the bum, and I half-stepped, half-stumbled forwards. As I recovered my balance and began to wonder what exactly to do I heard the young man talking quietly in Japanese to the man at the table. It seemed the nationalities weren't really mixing freely yet, though Brad had headed that way.

I stepped across to the two guys stood near the bar and proffered my tray. They both took a canapé whilst giving my cleavage a good once over. I figured for this first pass I was supposed to act mostly like a waitress so I smiled politely, wondering whether I should make conversation or just move on.

"Thanks," said one of them.

"You're welcome."

"So, come here often?" Asked the other, making a pretty terrible joke. He didn't laugh afterwards like the boy in the corridor but didn't really seem rude.

"No, not at all." I said politely, pretending to be oblivious. It seemed easiest.

"You should probably go serve our guests, really," said the first, softly. "They're why you're here, I think."

"OK." I turned away. That was pretty awkward, but I supposed I didn't need to impress what I took to be Brad's colleagues too much. Taking my clothes off would do the job in any case. I realised that I would rather have been undressing for them than making small talk.

I approached the table from the side away from where Brad was now sat. The older Japanese man smiled up at me as he took something to eat, I moved past and as the interpreter also served himself I felt a hand lightly pat and grope my bum. I had to wait in his reach for a slight moment and he continued to explore my bum, he had definitely been observing Brad earlier. I completed the tour of the table by serving Brad, I couldn't help but notice that everyone seemed to be drinking heavily and there was an open bottle of whisky on the table. As I finished the Japanese businessman said something to the interpreter.

"Could you bring him another, please?"

"Of course."

I walked round beside him and he took a canapé, placing it on his plate uneaten. This time he ran his hand down my back to the hem of the dress, gripping my butt cheeks on the way, and ended up feeling the fabric between finger and thumb. He again spoke to the interpreter beside him.

"He says you're very beautiful, and that the dress is fantastic."

I smiled back.

"He also says that he'd like to buy the dress from you." At that Brad laughed delightedly. He said something briefly in fairly animated Japanese and the interpreter let out a brief snort of laughter.

I didn't know quite what to say, or really whether to reply at all. I laughed slightly and I would think not too convincingly and looked at Brad.

"Well, I'm very flattered." I knew it didn't totally make sense but I was flustered and still unsure whether this was all a joke or not.

There was silence for a moment, "I think he's serious," said the interpreter. The man nodded.

"Oh, well, you see it's not really mine to sell.." I started.

He spoke again and after he finished the interpreter continued, "he says that perhaps they could just rent the dress, providing he can get it immediately." Again there was laughter afterwards.

"Mr Ito, please, wallet away. Everything is on me today!" Brad grinned as he continued. "Besides, I've already bought her dress, and I'm sure I can take back possession any time I want. Isn't that right, Yvette?"

I looked from him to the others at the table, they were watching me closely. "Yes, of course." I looked back. "Do you want it now?"

"Steady, Yvette, let's let our guest settle in, shall we?" He leaned back and took hold of my posterior once again, grabbing and pushing me away from the table. "Give us some space for the moment, OK. See if the kitchen is ready for the next course." He patted me as I walked away, taking it as my cue to leave the room for now. As I left I heard him say that he had bought my underwear as well. So much for any surprise.

I headed back to the corridor, there was already a second tray of canapés waiting. I just about survived that, I thought to myself.

"Hey, Claire."

I turned back to the door, Brad had popped his head out.

"We need a bit more animation in there, OK? I thought you'd be putting on a show?"

I felt my face flush. "I thought I was just a waitress for this first pass! You said something about him not realising till I went back in!"

Brad did pause slightly. "Did I?"

I nodded. I was still embarrassed and a little scared he might work out I wasn't a real stripper, but I was also annoyed he was questioning my work.