It Can Always Get Worse

He stepped from the window and sat at his desk. He jotted down a note to talk to Sharon and then stood up to once again look out the window. The two had almost made it into the English wing and looking at them he pondered why Kim was walking behind Sharon and why was her head bowed? Was she embarrassed by her attire and if so, why was she wearing it? Was there more going on than he knew? He shook his head and picked up the phone.

"Sir?" The voice of his secretary rang in his ears.

"Have Sharon Reed meet me in my office after her first class."

"Yes, Dean Waters."

"Thank you, Carla."

And Dean Waters began his day as Sharon and Kim entered the building.

He was not the only one curious as to what was happening between Sharon Reed and Kimberly Turner.

3

Beep. Beep.

Kim sat at her desk, looking at her students looking at her. The walk into the building had been humiliating. As she had climbed from Sharon's car, her legs parted and her pussy gaped at Sharon. Sharon had teased her. "Nice look, slut. I can't wait to see you bare. Then you won't have anything hiding your pussy from view." The laugh came next and shame-faced, Kim had dropped her head.

"Walk behind me, Kimmie," Sharon had said. "You're not my equal." Her tone was full of malice.

"Yes, Miss Reed." What could she say? She was owned and she knew it. She followed Sharon into the school and as she walked down the crowded hall, her ass shaking below the edge of her skirt, she could almost feel the eyes on her. The hem of her skirt tickled her naked cheeks softly, like a gentle caress. Kim found it both distracting and arousing and it reminded her exactly how little the skirt covered. Or, more importantly, how much of her ass was revealed. The cheeks of her ass was visible to the staff and students that milled in the hallway.

She had been relieved to climb behind her desk, to hide her body from the view of the young men and women that attended the college. As she had the day before, a book blocked her chest from the stares of her students and the modesty panel of the desk kept her lower body fully concealed. It was a welcome feeling, not being seen. But, her students were staring at her, some blatantly and some a little less conspicuously.

Beep. Beep.

Kim dropped the book and eyed her students, wondering what the sound had been. The third time she heard it, it dawned on her that it was her new phone. She opened the left hand drawer, pulled her phone from her purse, flipped it open and read the display.

Spread.

Kim's mouth fell open; her cheeks flared with color. She looked at the screen in disbelief. Here? Sharon couldn't mean here, could she? She looked at her students, half of them working on their assignment while the other half keeping their attention on the blushing teacher. Kim turned her head and saw Sharon watching her from the hallway.

Reluctantly, Kim spread her legs wide. Nothing was visible to her students, the modesty panel of the desk made sure of that, but to Kim that was little consolation. To Kim there was a huge difference between the embarrassment she felt while exposing her naked bodies to others and this humiliation of exposing herself to no one. This was worse. Nobody could see her undignified pose or her pussy, her desk kept her body hidden from view. Still, her pulse was racing and she found it hard to swallow. Her students were in the room with her, her pussy open and only her desk hid the shameful display. Nothing was visible but she felt even more revealed than when she held the same pose in the back of Sharon's car. Did it come down to being seen or was it where she was that made the humiliation greater? Or was it something else, she wondered. She had felt humiliated in the mall the day before but not to this degree. Revealing herself to others had always been arousing to her which was why she had tolerated the games with her ex-husband.

Finally, when Sharon turned from her the window, it came to Kim why this was worse. It wasn't the shameful pose or the blatant display; those things still aroused. It was the loss of anonymity that made this humiliation greater. These were her students, she knew them all by name and they knew her. It reminded Kim of what Rascal had said: use a stage name. You don't want people to know who you really are. There was safety in being anonymous. She was shamed by her exhibitionism, but as long as no one knew who she was, she was safe and the mocking tones and hushed whispers, while adding to her embarrassment did not have a chance to get back to her later. Being unknown, once the exhibitionism ended, so did the humiliation. But, being known, the whispers would continue long after her body was once again hidden from view.

Did Sharon realize this? If not, Kim wondered, should I tell her? Kim decided, keeping her legs wantonly splayed, that she would keep this knowledge from Sharon. If Sharon understood, telling her would change nothing, but if Sharon was unaware than Kim was certain that Sharon would force Kim to reveal her body to more people that she knew. It was, Kim knew, why the threat to move the dressing rug outside was such a good punishment; she wanted to remain anonymous. It aroused her to be seen naked by others, just not others that she knew.

She kept her legs wantonly spread, wondering when she could close them. Sharon had witnessed her obeying and Kim did not want to be seen disobeying. Still, she wanted to close them. Only fear allowed her to continue teaching in such a lewd position.

4

"Do you have anything to tell me?" Dean Waters asked Sharon who was sitting in a comfortable leather chair opposite his desk.

"About?"

Ted Waters ran his hand through his hair and with more calm than he felt said, "she looks like a whore. How can I have her teaching in such a scandalous outfit? You've spoken to her. Does she realize how she looks, how she comes across? When she was walking in," seeing the shamed trek in his mind, "she seemed to be hiding her face. If she's embarrassed, why is she dressed like she is?"

Sharon looked at Ted, her mind spinning. She did not want Kim's humiliation to end on campus; the bitch did not deserve a reprieve anywhere. She had to convince the Dean that this was important to Kim. She made a note to herself to tell Kim to keep her head up, to at least act like she was enjoying what was being done to her. "Sir," Sharon said, speaking calmly. "She has convinced me that she needs this, and I believe her. It was just her first time coming to class dressed this way and her wondering what everyone would think that caused her to try and hide her face. She wanted to wear a shorter skirt, but I convinced her that for today, to take it easy. Did you know that the skirt she is wearing is her longest one? She threw the rest away to not be tempted to change her mind." She paused, eyeing Dean Waters. Would he believe her? She continued, "As I mentioned to you, with her divorce she needs to feel sexy again. And you must admit, she looks pretty sexy in that skirt."

The Dean nodded, which Sharon took as a good sign.

"If I hear one complaint about her attire," he said, exhaling sharply, wondering when dealing with the faculty became as difficult as dealing with students, "then I will send her home for a week so that she can purchase less revealing clothing. A second warning and I will release her. Make sure she understands this. I do not want to have to intervene, but I will." And, he did like seeing her, he thought.

"I'll see to it, Dean," Sharon said.

"Okay."

Sharon knew she was dismissed. She stood, nodded politely and left the Dean's office. She walked from the administrative building, past the library and the Science Building and into the English Department Building. Each step closer to her empty classroom raised her ire even more. Kim was dressed like a trollop and it was Sharon that got the reprimand. Sure, Sharon was the reason Kim was dressed like she was, but still, did that matter? That bitch even had the Dean on her side. Sharon wondered briefly if she was being fair and dismissed the thought; it was easier being mean to Kim if she was angry with her.

She stopped outside the door to Kim's classroom and smiled. The bitch still had her legs widely spread. A thought entered Sharon's mind and her anger dissipated where it was replaced with merriment. She pulled out her cell phone and made a call.

5

Kim slid her knees together. "Have a good weekend. Don't forget your papers due on Monday." She watched her student file from the room and when she was alone, the last period done, she stood and stretched her legs. She had been sitting all day, not wanting to stand and face her student in her horribly short skirt. Her chalkboard had remained clean, she had not turned her back on her class to write on the flat surface. Sitting, she had remained hidden. Standing would have been too revealing.

"How was your day, Kimmie?" Sharon called from the doorway.

"Embarrassing, Miss Reed," Kim admitted.

"Yeah? Good. I spoke to the Dean about you today."

Kim remained silent, waiting for Sharon to continue.

"He seems to think you do not like how you are dressed. I convinced him otherwise, but we have a new rule now. You are not allowed to hide your face. He says you were walking with your head held down and we can't have that, now can we?"

Kim blushed as she whispered, "no, Miss Reed."

Sharon savored the look on Kim's face. It was a look of fear and shame and even lust all intermixed and it made Sharon's own face flush with growing excitement. "You will keep your head up. I don't care how embarrassed you are, you will not hide your face. You will let people see all of you. Got it?"

Kim hated those two words, words Sharon seemed to use at her expense entirely too often. "Yes, Miss Reed."

"Good. Let's go."

Meekly, Kim followed Sharon to her car and climbed into the back. The order to 'spread' was not a surprise.

6

I Think I'm Going Bald blared through the club's sound system. To Kim, Rush never sounded so vicious. Tommy had laughed when she had told him her plans but, as always, he knew just the right song to play. Her first three dance sets of the night had gone well, each of them getting her invites into the back. It was the largest crowd she had seen, the stage had only one empty seat and over half the tables that rested around the club were full with hollering and semi-drunk men. Carlos had said it was the busiest Friday he had seen as well when Kim handed him the wax kit to microwave for her last set of the night.

Sharon was sitting at the bar, her camera resting next to her martini, watching Kim. So far, Sharon was impressed with Kim's performance. She had enjoyed watching Kim shimmy free of her panties and give them away to a man that had not tipped her, as Sharon had commanded. It seemed to actually help Kim make money. Sharon noticed the three other dancers working that night mingled with the crowd before being escorted to the back rooms for a private dance, while Kim had men approach her. Kim's fear that she'd lose money by giving away her panties seemed to be unnecessary.

When the last set began, Kim pulled a chair and accessories from behind the maroon curtain, and danced across the floor to the bar. The men were following her movements, and to Sharon they seemed almost tense, as if they were expecting something. Kim grabbed the warm kit from Carlos who had been nice enough to get it ready for her and with the music blaring and her hands full, Kim made her way back to the stage. She plopped into the chair, spread her legs as wide as she could and like a magician showing his audience the setup for a magic trick, Kim showed the crowd her intentions.

The music seemed to fade as the applause started.

Kim used the wooden stick, it reminded her of a tongue depressor, to spread the hot wax over her pubic hair. She pulled the first white strip of cloth from the box next to the chair and pressed it over the wax. She rubbed it and looking left to right, he toes bouncing to the music, she grabbed the edge of the cloth and pulled as quickly as she could.

The applause dwarfed the music.

Kim had not realized how much pain she would feel in her pussy as she plucked her pubic hair free, but each painful tug seemed to quicken her pulse and make her pussy swell with lust. She was thankful, as she grabbed another strip of cloth that she only had a thin line to wax and not a full pubic bush. Kim took eight painful pulls to denude herself of her pubic hair. With each tug, the audience clapped and when the last strip gave way, Kim dropped her hand over her bare pussy and felt the heat rising from her sex. The excitement she felt from her exposure as well as the pain in her sex had caused her sex to throb with need. She shut her eyes and brought herself to an orgasm that could not be heard over the cheering audience.

Sated, Kim climbed to her feet and picked up the pieces of hairy cloth. She held them in front of her, showing them to the audience. The tables were empty, every man in the place was standing shoulder to shoulder at the stage. Kim flashed the wax strips coated with her pubic hair and was amazed to see how much money was being offered for them. Kim had been told to offer them as souvenirs; did that mean she could not sell them? Sharon had not said and when it was all done, she had made nearly three hundred dollars for the eight sheets of cloth that held the remains of her pubic hair.

Sharon had snapped pictures of it all. The pictures, Sharon thought, were going to be important very soon.

At the end of the night, as they were getting ready to leave and with Kim still beaming from how much money she had made, she turned to Sharon, "Miss Reed, to humiliate me, may I ride home naked?" After the night she'd had, it did not seem very humiliating.

"Of course. Leave your clothes here and let's go."

Sharon took Kim home and as Kim opened the back door to run inside, still nude, her clothes locked safely away in her locker at the strip club, Sharon said, "I'll be over in the morning. We're going to have fun tomorrow. Well," she grinned an unfriendly smile, "I will anyway. Good night, Kimmie."

"Good night, Miss Reed," Kim said and ran inside to lock the day behind her.

Chapter 5

1

The ringing phone pulled Kim from her slumber. She stretched, rubbed her eyes and reached to answer the call. Sounding sleepy she said, "Hello?"

"Yes, Kim. It's David from the club."

She recognized his accent, "yes?" He sounded less gruff than he did during her interview. He was a nice guy, Kim knew after having been at the club for a bit now; the tough exterior was an act to rule out dancers who were not serious when they came responding to the seemingly constant newspaper ads.

"Well," he paused, "I want to change your work days if that's okay with you. Instead of Mondays I want you to come in on Saturdays. I know it's too short a notice for today, but, well, you've made some fans and the crowd last night was the biggest we've had in a long time and I want to give you the best work nights instead of the starter's nights. So, Saturday instead of Monday?"

Kim sat up, her covers falling from her breasts and said, "sounds great." She liked the idea of not working when she had to teach class the next day. And, she thought with astonishment, I have a fan club. The idea made her nervous and excited at the same time. "So I won't come in on Monday, right?"

"Right. The show you put on is great and the guys love watching you masturbate. We never had a girl do that before. Keep it up! Really, good job."

Kim was blushing at the praise and it was a welcome change to blush from kind words as compared to humiliation. "Thanks, David."

"Thank you," he said and to Kim his sincerity was evident. "See you Thursday."

Kim hung up feeling good about herself.

2

The doorbell announced Sharon's arrival. Kim glanced at the clock above the stove; it was twenty past noon. Kim felt a small pulse of happiness that Sharon started her day so late; it was good to spend time alone, away from Sharon and away from prying eyes. She padded, naked of course, to answer the door. She had been obeying Sharon's rule to remain naked in her home. She had done so with her ex-husband and it was... safer? She wasn't confident, but Kim was certain that Sharon would know if she disobeyed; she had always been a lousy liar. Naked, Kim opened the door, "good afternoon, Miss Reed." To Kim her voice sounded cheerful.

"Hi, Kimmie," Sharon said. "Let's go get your outfit for the day. We're going to have so much fun."

Sharon's tone had Kim worried. Fun for Sharon was certainly not going to be enjoyable for Kimberly. "Yes, Miss Reed," Kim said, shutting the door and blocking her naked form from view.

Kim followed Sharon through the kitchen and into the master bedroom. Sharon was smiling as she eyed her naked pet. "Well," Sharon began, sounding almost gleeful, "what are you going to wear today." She looked in Kim's closets and dresser drawers, "we don't seem to have much, do we. All of your skirts are at the tailors and you definitely need a skirt today. Well, I guess you'll just have to wear the one you wore yesterday. Go fetch it and grab your t-shirts."

Kim hastened to obey, returning from the laundry room with the Abercrombie shirts and the same, short skirt she had worn to work the day before. "Here you are, Miss Reed."

"Go grab your scissors and a marker." Sharon began picking through the shirts as Kim ran off to grab the requested items. She picked up the largest, dropped it, grabbed another and then finally settled on a tiny t-shirt just as Kim returned to the bedroom. "Put this on," Sharon ordered.

Kim donned the shirt and while it was snug, it felt good to be covered.

"Very good," Sharon said as she picked up the marker. "Now, grab the hem and tug the shirt down as hard as you can."

Kim did as she was told without argument. She pulled the shirt down tight across her breasts. "Perfect, hold it there," Sharon said. Sharon then marked the shirt with the marker just below the rising swell of Kim's tits. She made two additional marks, each on the side of the t-shirt. Sharon made a final mark along Kim's spine. She set the maker down, picked up the scissors and held them out to Kim. "Now, take the shirt off and cut the bottom off. Use the marks I made as a guide."

Kim did as she was told.

"Great," Sharon said. "Grab your shirt and skirt, put the scissors in your purse and meet me at the car."

Kim did as she was commanded and stood naked on her dressing rug. She pulled the skirt up her legs and once again felt the material tickle her ass. She was covered but knew from the day before how close she was to being revealed. She pulled on the shirt and gasped at how short it was. The rough edge ended with the underside of her breasts displayed. Her nipples stood proud and pushed against the thin fabric. She looked at herself in the mirror by the door and blushed; she looked like a slut in her outfit; the word Fitch nearly cut in half from where she had doctored the t-shirt. Kim realized that by tugging the shirt down as she had, it had raised the modified edge. It was a humiliating outfit, one that would attract attention to her, and Kim reluctantly donned her shoes to meet Sharon outside.

Sharon was laughing at the way Kim looked. The slut's tits were bouncing and each step caused the lower rise to dance with the jagged hem of the shirt, revealing and then concealing just a pinch of Kim's breasts. Well, Sharon thought, more than the lower edge will be seen today. She was still laughing as Kim climbed in the back of the car and spread her legs, her now naked pussy gaping up at Sharon's gaze.

Sharon backed from the car and drove across town. She pulled into a long L-shaped strip mall and parked the car near the center of the L. Kim jumped in surprise, her head darting to look behind her as Sharon popped the trunk. "Okay, Kimmie," Sharon said with a grin that would make the Cheshire Cat envious. "Here's our first stop."