It Can Always Get Worse

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

She couldn't have been more wrong.

3

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

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

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

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

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

"You like this," Michelle said.

Vera nodded even though it was not a question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He made another rude comment and stepped towards Vera.

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

He did.

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

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

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

"Yes, Ma'am."

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

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

He couldn't wait to tell them.

4

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

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

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

"Is Jason here?" Emily asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll wait here."

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

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

"Is this everything?"

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

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

5

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

And, she was not here.

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

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

6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As expected, he knew just the song.

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

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

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

She did not see Sharon slip into the club.

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

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

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

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