When my Behavioral Studies teacher, Miss Compton, found out that I'd slept with my Calculus teacher to raise my grade, she threatened to have me expelled from college. She also threatened to nullify my transcript unless I participated in her research project. The intent of the project is to study people's reactions to public nudity. I was given the choice to either become the exhibitionist that would share my naked body in the name of science or get kicked out of college. As an alternative to expulsion, I opted to become Miss Compton's blackmailed sex slave and I now must expose myself on her command.
It had been more than a week since Miss Compton forced me to publicly humiliate myself and I was hoping that she'd given up on her nude pet project. Then one day after class, she asked me to accompany her to the prison where she performs counseling, so I knew that she had something in mind. I was not aware that I was going to travel to a prison, so I was not dressed appropriately. I wore a short purple mini dress that wrapped around the front of me. A single tie above my left hip held the dress together. Underneath the dress, I wore a pair of silky white panties and a strapless bra.
On the drive over to the prison, Miss Compton said, "You have on your pretty purple dress again, but you also wore a bra."
I said, "You know how this dress separates and gaps on top. Its too easy for someone to look down the front of my dress and see my breasts if I'm not wearing a bra."
Miss Compton said, "Don't forget what happened last time! You refused to remove your bra, so I cut it off with a scissors."
I pleaded, "But last time we were just in your office. This time you're taking me to a prison. It would be dangerous for me to parade around with my braless breasts hanging out. There will be all those prisoners looking at me, not to mention all the guards."
Miss Compton said sternly, "I'll cut the bra off again if I have to!"
I said, "Well I can't afford to lose another bra, so I guess you win."
I reached inside the top of my dress and unhooked the bra. I pulled it off and tossed it in the back seat of the big SUV. Now my natural, medium sized breasts bounced in rhythm with the motion of the truck as we headed down the highway.
I looked over at Miss Compton and noticed that she was dressed rather provocatively for a prison trip. She was wearing a thin white blouse with a flimsy bra underneath. Even with a bra, I could see the shadows of her nipples showing through her blouse. Miss Compton also had on a relatively short skirt and she wasn't wearing pantyhose.
I innocently asked, "Are you wearing anything under your skirt?"
Miss Compton replied by raising the hem of the skirt high enough to expose a pair of white see-through panties. Her beautiful brunette bush was clearly visible under the thin material.
I said, "I would think that there are rules against what you're doing. If you're not allowed to date your patients, then it surely must be against the rules to flash them."
She said, "Who said anything about flashing? I've got panties on."
I said, "Barely!"
She said, "Look, if the men want to peek up my skirt, then that's their business. Besides, these aren't the type of guys that would complain to the review board."
Miss Compton continued, "And I need a little fun in my life. My fiancé ran off with a nineteen-year-old girl, followed by you telling me that you have no interest in me. Then my best girlfriend, who I didn't even know was interested in having sex with other girls, makes a play for you and you spread your legs faster than a speeding bullet!"
I said, "You shouldn't be jealous of Jodi. It just sort of happened between us. And you shouldn't feel bad about yourself, either. You have a beautiful face with long dark hair and you've got those big tits. Your body is firm and well proportioned, and you have long shapely legs. You have a nice smile and for thirty-five years old, you're really quite attractive."
Miss Compton said, "Quit bringing up my age. You were really inflating my ego until you said that, you twenty-year-old brat!"
I said, "Sorry," but Miss Compton still had a smile on her face, so I think I finally made her happy.
When Miss Compton and I arrived at the prison, a guard opened an electric door and then another guard met us on the other side. He said that he was going to lead us to a secured area, but to get there we had to travel across a walkway that was suspended above the prisoners' rec. room. The walkway was constructed of a steel grate and a railing. The guard looked at the wire mesh openings in the floor of the walkway, then he looked at our short skirts and smiled.
The prisoners all stopped what they were doing and strolled over so that they were directly below us. Through the wire meshed steel grate that we were walking across, the prisoners could look right up at us. Since Miss Compton was wearing a short skirt and I was wearing a mini dress, the men could see our panties!
I said, "All the men are looking up my dress. Why didn't you let me wear pants?"
Miss Compton said, "I guess I forgot about it."
As the prisoners started catcalling and whistling at us, I said, "Forgot? How can you forget something like this? All of the inmates can see our panties!"
When Miss Compton and the guard smiled at each other, I said, "You didn't forget. You want them to look!"
From the look on the guard's face, I figured that Miss Compton had pulled this stunt before. When we finally reached the other side of the walkway, we entered the secured area through a heavy door. Miss Compton and I were directed into a room with a table and a few chairs, but no windows. One of the chairs was bolted to the floor.
A prisoner was escorted into the room and each of his wrists were handcuffed to the arms of the bolted chair. The prisoner was around thirty and had sandy blonde hair. The guy was tall and even though he had a rough outer shell, he was still rather good-looking. It was hard to tell because of his orange prison suit, but he looked well built, too.
Miss Compton said, "This is Denny. He's one of my favorite clients."
I asked, "Why is he handcuffed?"
She said, "For our protection. My sessions must be kept confidential, so a guard can't stay in the room with us and hear our conversation. However, Denny is perfectly harmless. He's in jail for embezzlement, a white collar crime...and he still has a bundle of money hidden away!"
I guess there are women that are interested in a man with money, even if the man is in prison. Miss Compton was obviously interested in Denny and this evidently was not her first session with him. At the beginning of the session, Miss Compton and Denny were making small talk and it didn't sound like it had anything to do with therapy.
Miss Compton said that she wanted to get started, but she intentionally dropped her pen on the floor and asked me to pick it up. When I bent over, the front of my dress fell away from my chest and Denny could look right down at my braless breasts. He had a clear view of my puffy pink nipples.
I was embarrassed because Denny and Miss Compton looked at each other and chuckled when I handed her the pen. Then Miss Compton dropped the pen, smiled at Denny and once again told me to pick it up. This time I had to bend over with my back to Denny and I could feel the hem of the short dress ride up in back, exposing my silky white panties to the man. I handed the pen to Miss Compton and sat down. Miss Compton was making me mad because she was treating me like a dog fetching a stick. I was also angry for having to bare my body to a convict.
Miss Compton looked at me and said, "Mindy, wipe that frown off your face. Denny is stuck in this place and he never gets to see any women."
I sternly said, "Well then, let me show him one" and then I leaned over and lifted up Miss Compton's skirt.
Miss Compton said, "Mindy, this is totally uncalled for," but she made no attempt to push me away.
