It Can Always Get Worse

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

"I guess I was wrong."

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

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

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

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

Kimmie,

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

Sharon

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

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

Kimmie,

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

Sharon.

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

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

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

5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, you want this to happen right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not then, no."

"When were you witnessed the first time?"

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

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

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

"Are you wearing panties?"

Vera shook her head. "No."

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

"No, Miss Reed."

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

"For me, Miss Reed."

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

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

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

"Yes, Miss Reed."

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

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

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

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

"Wonderful. Let's go."

Sharon followed Vera out the back door.

6

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

7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go get a chair."

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

"Sit down."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, Miss Reed."

"Exactly. Do you have a cell phone?"

Vera nodded.

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

Again, Vera could only nod.

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

"Yes, Miss Reed."

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

On her way home, Sharon made a phone call.

8

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

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

Emily snapped pictures of it all.

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

Chapter 8

1

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

Miss Reed,

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