Hi my name is Ana and I work at a software development firm in Mumbai, India. I recently turned twenty-five and the limited dating pool is something I didn't mind at this stage, I am an introvert and like my alone time. A friend of mine, Pooja, we were school mates and good friends for a time and now got back together as we were in same city again. She works as a toll collector at an expressway, of course I wont mention which one, but it goes towards East!
Her agency that had this contract of maintaining the toll is amongst the pioneer to employee women in a area where typically you see only men, good on them. So Pooja works the 3:00pm to 11:00pm shift and is assigned to an exit not frequently used after the evening rush hour.
There are two toll booths at this exit - an unmanned for cars with Fastag and a manned one right next to it for those without Fastag or having only cash. Fastag, for people not aware, is the new digital payment system for any vehicles travelling in India, it is a prepaid mechanism. The manned booth is worked alone until 11:00pm each evening by my friend, after which cars must mandatorily have fastag as the booths aren't manned after that time.
I got into a silly argument over something I would rather not go into at this point, and I was sure my facts were right. I bet my friend and as my pitiful luck would have it I was wrong and I lost. We had previously agreed that the loser would do a dare of the winner's choosing. I had to work in her toll booth wearing only her uniform shirt from 9:00pm until closing. I was to arrive wearing a "complete" uniform a little early and work with her for awhile to get my so-called training and then work solo until 11:00pm.
A few days before, pooja lent me one of her uniforms. It wasn't too bad of a fit and the shirt did manage to cover- albeit barely - my essentials though the last button on the blouse was a bit high for me leaving the two shirt tails available to separate in a breeze or when I walked. All in all it could have been worse.
On the day of my dare I couldn't concentrate much at work. I was too filled with anticipation and dread over the risk I would be taking. I mean I'm not even a toll booth worker, for god's sake.
After I showered I tried to eat something but my stomach was interested in food. Around 7:30 I realized that I had put it off long enough and changed into my uniform blouse and skirt and off I went. Upon arriving at her exit I had to pay the toll to pass the booth and then parked in a small two-car parking area near her booth. It was about 8:15pm and it was still very light out and to my surprise there were still a lot of cars getting off the expressway at her exit. I joined pooja in the booth and she immediately started my training.
I must say her job was harder than it looked. I mean there were a lot of little details to keep track of including the handling of special passes for goods vehicles, etc. She went through it so fast as she was making change for motorists at the same time. She kept telling me how she didn't think I would go through with it and was sure I would chicken out and in the same breath threatened to beat the snot out of me if her drawer came up short because of a mistake I made! She wasn't kidding either!
By 9:00pm it had slowed down a quite a bit and the number of cars exiting was about one every 3 to 5 minutes - a much more comfortable rate I thought! pooja finally turned to me and said it was time. She held out her hand and with a huge smile asked for my skirt. I took a deep breath and reluctantly unzipped the side zipper and, after looking around to be sure no one was coming, let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it and handed it to her. "I hope you're satisfied," I said with indignation and then said, "I just hope I can remember everything you taught me!"
Pooja put her hands on her hips like my mom used to do when I was in trouble and said, "YOU'RE not through yet. The deal was for you to work in my shirt only, NOT in my SHIRT, BRA, PANTYHOSE and PANTIES!!"
I couldn't believe it. Surely she didn't expect me just to wear only her blouse!! Her outstretched hand told me otherwise. "A bet's a bet!" she smirked. I slipped my arms out of my bra while still wearing the blouse and handed it to her and then struggled a bit with my tight pantyhose giving them to her to hold. I then removed my panties and tossed them at her rather forcefully as if to make a point that I wasn't amused!
She exited the booth with all my clothes and called out over her shoulder as she walked to her car, "Call me on my cell if you have a question. Now remember, if I come back unexpectedly and catch you wearing something else you are in big trouble! See you at eleven . . .or maybe sooner!" She laughed all the way to her car. I had a lump in my throat as she drove off leaving me almost naked in such an official place!
I didn't have time to worry much as a car came up to my booth almost startling me back to reality. I hugged my body against the half wall of the door that separated me from the car and held out my hand into which the motorist deposited his cash, and I gave him change and quite matter of factly, he drove off. Thank God!
Let me describe this booth to you. It was a rectangle about 3 by 6 feet. The front part and the right hand side were large glass windows that came down to about waist high. The side that faced the road where the cars pulled up was open except for a sliding metal door. The back part was all metal-enclosed and served as a type of very small office space. I thought about hiding back there until a car came but dismissed that idea as I thought drivers would see more of me as I took the steps to reach the front area.
So there I was, wearing only a white blouse that came about one inch below my labia. Not much room for error I thought. Every time a car came down the exit ramp I almost choked. Fortunately most had the correct change and went to the unmanned booth next to mine.
After I had made change for several cars without incident, I began to feel a bit more comfortable. I always kept change handy for a few rupees in my right hand and the coins to change a dollar in my left. That way I would have to step back and reach for the change drawer to make change giving the driver the possibility of catching a peek at something I didn't want him or her to see!
I got pretty smug about it after an hour of doing this work. I mean I was really relaxed now and getting into the sexual arousal side of myself! I was truly enjoying this! I mean cars would pull up and I was only inches away from flashing them! If they only knew!!!! When cars would speed off after paying the toll, the breeze would often lift the ends of my blouse and the cool air against my exposed pubes gave me such a thrill! The first time it happened I was scared to death but after a while I looked forward to it - my naughty little secret as it were as the wind would stimulate my already prominent little clitoris. (I still can't believe how far I have come using this sexually descriptive language! A few months ago I would have been mortified to use such words knowing somebody was going to read them!!)
