Jillian Jinxed

Jillian couldn't help but grin when the idea struck her.

It was wrong - she knew that. It was wrong, and a little bit naughty...but the priest deserved it. That, she was sure of.

And so she slowly, deliberately turned her back on the old Irish man, and slowly began pulling the hem of her skirt up.

As the fabric crept up her backside, she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. She wanted to turn around and see his reaction, see if he'd noticed - but that could wait.

Jillian had been raised Catholic, and so she knew all the rhetoric - lusting after a woman was as bad as sleeping with one, and by now a lifetime of lust had surely built up in the old man. She was going to make him sin - and he totally deserved it.

The angry splutter she could hear told her that the priest had certainly noticed her actions, and after a brief glance around to make sure that there was no one else within sight, Jillian surprised even herself by reaching around and pulling down her panties.

From where he was sitting, she knew he'd be able to see everything - the curve of her butt, a slight peek of brown-eye. She even bent over slightly, so that as well as her ass (which she knew was her best feature) he'd be able to see her pussy.

That'd show him.

###

The carriage had been completely empty when Jillian had entered. She was on the train into town, heading to an interview for a new job. It was a position in accounts for Buzz, the new energy drink that had sprung up overnight. It was supposed to be a great office - just like her, everyone was in their mid-twenties.

She was dressed formally for the interview, but one of the perks of the Buzz offices was a much looser dress-code. Jillian had no real objection to wearing office-wear, but the prospect of a more relaxed working environment held quite a lot of appeal.

The skirt, she hadn't been entirely sure about, but her roommate Jeff had assured her that she looked great, and so she'd decided to take the chance.

Some kind of track problems had caused two trains on the same schedule to arrive within a few minutes of each other, and so Jillian had taken the mostly-empty one, to give her some space to clear her head. She'd sat by the door, mentally going over some practice questions when the priest had entered.

"Excuse me," he'd said in a thick Irish accent. "This seat is designated for the elderly."

Jillian had looked up, confused. They were alone in the carriage.

"Are you serious?"

"Now listen to me, young missy: Rules exist for a reason."

The Irish man looked like he was ninety years old, and he spoke with a fiery passion that left Jillian quite unnerved.

"Um..."

"Move it!" he barked, and Jillian jumped, and got up immediately.

That was when she'd realized what she had to do. So some religious old man wanted a power trip. Well, two could play at that game.

She was directly across from the seat that had been hers just a few minutes ago. Slowly, she turned around and lifted her skirt up, leaning up against the wall as she lowered her panties. When she heard the angry noise of the priest noticing what she was doing, Jillian couldn't resist looking back over her shoulder to see his reaction.

He was furious.

Good.

"Like what you see?" she cooed, wondering what had gotten into her. It wasn't like her to antagonize anyone, let alone a stranger...but the priest's entitled attitude had really irked her, on a day she needed her confidence more than ever.

"Ye have no idea what you've gotten into..." the priest replied darkly, and begun muttering in what sounded like an ancient language - Latin, or something similar. He just sat there, staring at her ass for what felt like a minute, speaking the foreign tongue - almost chanting, at times.

Immediately regretting her rashness, Jillian wanted nothing more than to pull up her pants and leave, but for some reason she felt like she couldn't - she stood still, frozen in space, exposing herself to the old man until he finished his soft utterances.

When he was done, Jillian turned bright red, covered herself and walked down the train until she couldn't walk any further.

It's okay, she told herself. He was just trying to freak you out. The old perv just wanted to throw your confidence. Well, that isn't going to happen - not to Jillian Sarin.

You are a confident, beautiful young woman...and what's more, you've got a fantastic ass.

With a smile, she lightly spanked herself. She was going to rock this interview - she just knew it.

###

"How'd it go?" Jeff asked as soon as she walked through the door.

"They offered it to me on the spot," Jillian said. She felt like she was glowing - the rest of her trip had been uneventful, and she'd taken the chance to continue building herself up - she'd left the train brimming with confidence. Meeting her new future co-workers had been a breeze, and the interview had been the best she'd ever had.

She was particularly impressed with herself for not letting the strange encounter with the priest shake her - if anything, the confident way she'd retaliated had only confirmed how capable she was of taking control of any situation.

"The skirt was a great choice," she added. No one had said anything about it, but as soon as she'd entered the room, she'd noticed it getting the attention of the two men interviewing her. On the way out, she'd even made a flimsy excuse to bend over slightly, just so he could get a better look at her ass.

She knew he'd been dying to check it out. Who could blame him? She really did have a great ass.

"It's almost double the pay of my old job, and while it's hardly convenient to get to...I really think I'm going to love it there."

"That's great!" Jeff said, and Jillian smiled at his enthusiasm. She really did love Jeff - he was so kind, generous, and always there for him. She'd never even had a boyfriend as supportive as Jeff, let alone a best friend. There wasn't even any sexual tension - that was why they'd decided to move in together. They loved each other as friends, and there was no risk of sex screwing anything up.

"I'm taking you out tonight," she decided impulsively. "To thank you for always being there for me."

"You don't have to do that," Jeff began to protest, but she held one finger up to his lips.

"Don't be silly," she said. "I just know I'm going to get this job, and you're going to celebrate with me."

"Well," Jeff said, feigning reluctance. "If you insist on buying me drinks all night..."

"Of course," Jillian said with a laugh. "I'll pay for drinks, you get the cab. Deal?"

"Deal."

###

Jeff didn't say anything at Jillian's choice of clubbing attire - his raised eyebrows said it all. She'd dug deep into her closet, and found a pair of skin-tight pants that she hadn't worn for almost half a decade. They were black leather, and she'd impressed herself by managing to squeeze into them at all.

All she wanted to do was go out, get drunk, and show the world what she had to offer. Four-inch heels and a midriff-baring black top were slightly more scandalous choices than she'd normally make, but Jillian figured just for one night, she'd earned it. She felt like a teen again, just learning how much power she had over men by showing off her figure.

Jillian waited until Jeff had been staring at her, mouth agape, for a good fifteen seconds before she said anything. With a saucy wink, she give her ass another firm spank.

"Let's boogie," she said, and Jeff just grinned in response.

###

The club was surprisingly full for a Thursday night, and Jillian loved it. There was a giant mirror behind the bar, which let her see exactly how many people were checking her out as she ordered shots. The pants were a huge hit, and when she began dancing, she quickly found herself surrounded by men, eager to flirt.

She ignored them - tonight wasn't about men. It was about her, embracing her power, enjoying herself. She was a powerful, successful woman and she was quite happy to dance solo, losing herself in the music.

Jeff quickly found a group of women to flirt with, and Jillian smiled as she watched him from afar. He had good taste, she had to admit - each woman he danced with was more attractive than the last, though Jillian couldn't help but note that none of them could compete with her.

Still, she was happy to see Jeff having fun, though after the eighth round of drinks, he started to lose the ability to put a sentence together, and so Jillian decided it was time to call it a night.

"That was great." she said, and Jeff nodded as he swayed back and forth in the back seat of the cab.

They sat in silence for most of the cab ride, the music from the club running around and around in Jillian's head, and when they were just a few blocks from their flat, Jeff spoke up.

"Don't let me remember I said this in the morning," he slurred, "but Jillian - I'd love you. I love you, I mean."

"I love you too," she said, genuinely touched. For all his enthusiastic support, Jeff sometimes struggled to share his emotions. Except when he was drunk, it seemed, when he struggled with everything but.

"And!" he said, each word heavy with the significance that can only come from a drunken friend. "You, love...you have got a fantastic butt..."

"Sure thing, Jeff," she laughed.

"No I mean it! Sometimes I want to touch it, but I just know I just can't..."

She hadn't had as much to drink as her housemate, but Jillian was more than a little buzzed, and she knew Jeff meant it in the best possible way. He'd had dozens of opportunities to hit on her - this wasn't sexual, it was simple appreciation.

"Go on," she said impulsively.

"What?"

"Touch it," she said, twisting in her seat in an attempt to show it off as well as possible.

"Jillian..."

"Touch it!" she repeated, laughing in exasperation. "Go on. I know it doesn't mean anything."

She could see the cabbie watching them in the rear view mirror, but in that moment, Jillian didn't care. Her ass was a gift, and if touching it would make Jeff happy, she wanted to share it with him.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Jeff's hands slowly crept forward, until he had one hand on each cheek, gently caressing her rear. For the second time that day, Jillian bit her lip - she knew it was nothing sexual, but Jeff's hands felt so good.

"Wow," he said, after a few minutes of feeling her up.

"I'll take that as a compliment?"

"You should," he slurred, before sitting back and quietly reflecting on - she assumed - how great her butt felt.

As promised, Jeff paid for the cab, and as Jillian was making sure he got to bed okay, she smiled.

She'd meant what she said in the back seat - she really did love Jeff. She felt so lucky to have such a good friend in her life.

###

The next morning, Jillian could hear Jeff's hangover from her bed. The cursing as his alarm went off, the shuffling walk of a man in pain, the sigh of pleasure as a fresh cup of coffee touched his lips.

She considered getting up and seeing how he was, but her bed was warm, and she didn't have anywhere to be until Monday, the first day of her new job. As he grumbled off to work, she reflected on the previous night - would Jeff be awkward, after what had happened?

Hopefully not - as far as Jillian was concerned, nothing awkward had taken place. He'd admired her ass, she'd let him have a quick grope in the back seat of the cab.

Besides, she thought with a smile, he certainly seemed to enjoy it. What's a little butt-touching between friends?

When 11am rolled around, the young woman finally forced herself out of bed. Today represented her first day of freedom - freedom from her awful job at B&R, freedom from having to wear the same palette every day, and - it seemed - freedom from hangovers.

She hadn't gotten completely smashed, but after the amount that she'd had to drink last night, she would normally have expected at least a headache. For whatever reason, she felt great, and so Jillian decided to head to the mall and buy herself some new outfits to celebrate.

###

She was standing in line for a coffee when she noticed.

The man across the room from her. He was, she had to admit, being subtle about it - but he was definitely checking her out.

He was definitely checking out her ass.

A naughty thought popped into Jillian's head, and while she tried to ignore it, it quickly grew.

She'd gotten away with it yesterday...why not?

After all, she was a strong woman. A strong, powerful woman. She had the power to control men, to control their reactions. It would be an act of rebellion, an act that showed what a strong, powerful woman she was.

And besides...she wanted to.

Following your desires. Wasn't that what strong, powerful woman did?

Jillian looked the other way. She wanted to make it seem accidental, like she just happened to be scratching an itch. One hand slowly ran up her bare leg, and when it came into contact with the mid-length skirt she'd picked out that morning, she didn't stop.

As her hand moved, it lifted up her skirt, until her panties were clearly visible to the man who'd been staring at her - and probably the rest of the Starbucks as well.

The sound of someone choking on their beverage told her that she'd been noticed. For the next minute, as she waited in line, she oh-so-casually scratched her lower back, leaving at least half of one butt-cheek clearly visible to everyone in the room.

When her name was called, she pulled her hand away. As her skirt fell back into place, Jillian could have sworn she heard the sound of disappointment from every man in the room.

That was fun, she thought with a grin.

###

When Jeff came home from work that day, he was surprised to be met by his housemate's exposed legs.

"Uh, Jillian..." he said, scratching his head, still clearly feeling the last lingering effects of the previous night's drinks.

"Oh, sorry," she said with a smile. "I didn't think you'd mind - when I got home, I just needed to get out of those pants!"

That was a lie. First of all, Jillian hadn't worn pants since the previous night - after her escapades at Starbucks, she'd gone on a shopping spree, looking specifically for clothes that emphasized her best feature. The (male) shop assistants had been more than happy to help out, and after two hours of men staring at her ass, Jillian had practically floated home.

Why stop there? she'd told herself. After all, it wasn't anything sexual - in a moment of honesty, Jeff had told her the previous night exactly how much he appreciated her ass, and she figured letting him see a bit more of it around the house wouldn't hurt.

And so she'd changed, into a bulky jumper...and a petite pair of pink panties that disappeared up her crack after just a few minutes of wearing them.

As she'd predicted, Jeff didn't mind.

The rest of the weekend followed a similar pattern - at home, she just wore panties. While she was out and about, Jillian would give a little show to anyone she caught checking out her ass (a frequent occurrence). At first she continued pretending it was accidental - scratching an itch, finding excuses to bend over and pick something up. She went to the gym in a leotard, forgoing the running shorts she'd normally wear over them.

The sight of her bending over to pick up her towel caused a personal trainer to accidentally drop a thirty-pound weight onto his client.

On Sunday, however, she wore stockings and went shopping for a thong. G-strings had never been held much appeal before, but she was curious to see if Jeff would say anything - aside from appreciate staring (which he tried to mask every time she caught him), he hadn't mentioned her choice of apparel so far - he'd either forgotten their conversation in the cab, or decided not to bring it up.

Apparently guys like stockings, she told herself. She'd thought her outfits were getting their fair share of attention before, but with the stockings, people were actually stopping to stare as she walked past. In response to their blatant leers, she'd given up on pretending not to notice - any time a guy looked at her, she would lift her skirt up to show him what she was wearing underneath.

At the start of the day, that was a pair of form-fitting boy shorts. After an hour of shopping, however, the shorts had been replaced by a white G, which split her ass perfectly in two.

It didn't exactly match the stockings she was wearing, but no one really seemed to mind.

The salesman had asked if she'd rather be helped by a woman, but Jillian had insisted that he was the man for the job. After getting his opinion on several pairs, she'd felt compelled to go further.

"How does it feel?" she'd asked, taking his hand and putting it onto her mostly-bare ass. His fingers never even touched the thin piece of material, but his stammering response had been overwhelmingly positive.

"Good," she'd beamed, and bought one in every colour.

Dinner with Jeff had been awkward. He'd arrived home to find her putting the finishing touches on a roast pork, wearing a pastel-pink sweater and a G-string to match. She'd thought that if he didn't comment on her choice of underwear, he'd at least say something about the heels, but he'd just gone red and mumbled his appreciation as she carved him a slice.

"How was the date?" she asked.

"Hmmm?"

"Weren't you at coffee with that girl from the club? Millie, or Nellie, or..."

Jeff just stared at her blankly, clearly struggling to keep eye-contact.

"Your date, Jeff," she said with a laugh. "What was her name?'

"Oh! Uh, um...oh shit, what was it..."

"Never mind," Jillian said, unable to keep the smirk off her face.

###

Jillian's first day at work went almost as well as her interview. As soon as she strode in on her new five-inch heels, she knew the flouncy mini-skirt had been a strong choice - it attracted every eye in the building, and with every step she knew she was making a killer first impression.

She settled into her new desk quickly - she was sharing a cubicle-space with a guy named Ryan. Ignoring the hand he'd held out, Jillian went straight for the hug - which, after a brief moment of confusion, he returned warmly.

As they embraced, the strangest thought struck her. Wouldn't it be nice, she mused, if he were to fondle my ass as we hugged.

The soft touch of the salesman the previous day had felt so good, and of course Jeff's administrations in the cab had been a highlight of the night. It wasn't a sexual thing, Jillian reminded herself - it just felt so nice to be touched.

Maybe after we get to know each other a bit better I'll suggest it.

###

The train-ride home was long - the one real disadvantage of Jillian's new job. As she rode, she was reminded of her encounter with the priest. They'd been alone - crammed in with so many people on her daily commute, she'd never be able to do something like that.

Of course, there was more room on the station platform. Yes, Jillian told herself. On the station, I could flash whoever I like...

With a smile, Jillian spent the rest of the trip imagining the reactions she'd get. Businessmen, business women, university students - they'd all be staring at her perfect cheeks, wishing they could touch them, wishing they could see them whenever they wanted, wondering how they felt...

###

That night, Jillian realized she had to do something.

"Jeff," she said, sitting down in front of him wearing a halter-top and a blue G-string, "This situation has become untenable."