I couldn't believe I was about to do this, I thought to myself as I stood by the living room window, peering out between the curtains and waiting for the pizza guy to show up. My stomach felt as if it was doing back flips while my breath was fast and shallow. Could I really go through with this?
Starting to feel a little self-conscious, I gently tugged on the towel I was wearing to make sure that it covered my butt and pussy, but all that accomplished was to allow my left nipple to pop free. Pulling the towel back up to cover the exposed nipple, I double-checked to make sure that everything was covered down below. My towel was
way
too small, but that
was
the point, wasn't it? As long as I remained relatively still and stood upright, none of my naughty parts were exposed. Of course, once I started moving or bent over . . . Well, that was a completely different story all together.
Standing there in my way too small towel, peering out the window, I started thinking about how I had gotten here. I was a good girl, a Minister's daughter from a small town in Kansas, where something like this would be unheard of. Yet here I was, ready to expose myself to a complete stranger. As I thought about it, it dawned on me that this was all Kelley's doing. She's the one who's been leading me along this path all along.
It all started only two weeks ago, when Kelley (a personal secretary for one of the lawyers in our firm) told me that if I was going to be the first face potential clients saw when they walked into our office, I needed to look a little less conservative.
"Samantha, the receptionist needs to look good." Kelley had said. "You need to give the clients a reason to want to come back."
"What's wrong with the way I look?" I asked. "Well, nothing wrong . . . exactly." She responded. "But you just don't give off that 'WOW' factor when people see you. I can tell that you have a fantastic body under there, but your clothes just don't flatter you."
Looking down at myself, I still couldn't see anything wrong with the way I looked. I was wearing a typical business suit with a not too modest hemline that came down to just below the knee. When I bought this suit, I specifically had it tailored to accent my curves because I knew I didn't want to look too conservative. Now here was Kelley, telling me that my clothes were still too conservative.
Of course, looking at the way Kelley was dressed, it did make me look conservative. Like me, Kelley was wearing a suit. But unlike me, the hemline of her skirt ended several inches above her knees, and her blouse was low cut enough that if she bent over, one might just get a hint of cleavage. She exuded a sexiness that I've never had.
"First off, you don't need to be wearing a suit. No one expects the receptionist to look overly professional. You don't need to look like one of our lawyers. A skirt and blouse or even a sweater (a tight sweater) is perfectly acceptable. Have some fun with the way you dress."
"I'll tell you what." Kelley said. "Why don't we go out and do a little shopping after work? We don't need to go overboard, maybe just start out with two or three new outfits to see how you like them."
Having no plans (and no excuses) for the evening, I thought, what the heck, maybe Kelley was right. My current wardrobe was fine for going out on job interviews when I wasn't sure what kind of job I would land. But now that I'd been hired as a receptionist at a mid-sized law firm, I could probably relax a little and dress the part.
After work, Kelley took me to a small boutique shop she knew of not too far from the office.
"Hi Kelley." The salesperson cheerfully greeted us as we walked in the door.
"Hi Carol." Kelley replied. "I'd like you to meet a friend of mine from the office. Carol, this is Samantha. Samantha, Carol."
"Hi Carol, nice to meet you." I replied as we shook hands.
"Likewise." Carol said.
"Samantha is our new office receptionist. I've been giving her a hard time about being too overdressed for a receptionist. I thought she could use something a little less severe, maybe a little bit more . . . hmmm . . . flirty."
"That's a beautiful suit Samantha, but Kelley's right." Said Carol. "A suit like that's appropriate if you're trying to impress a client, but for sitting behind a reception desk, I think you're allowed to have a little bit more fun." She said, as she looked me over from head to toe.
Kelley said something to Carol in a hushed tone that I couldn't quite make out. As Carol continued to look me over, she said, "I think you're right. Come on back this way and let's see what we can find for you."
As we headed back towards the rear of the store, I saw plenty of cloths that I thought would be perfect for me. I was actually starting to look forward to this.
As I caught up to Kelley and Carol, I saw that they were already picking items off the racks. Wasn't I going to get a say in the matter?
"Here, try these on to start." Carol said as she handed me a short blue pencil skirt and a pair of cream sweaters.
Looking at them I said, "This skirt looks a little short, don't you have anything a little longer?"
"I think you'll like the way this looks. Just try them on and we'll see how you look. You can always try on a longer skirt if you don't like it."
Leaving Kelley to continue picking through the racks, I followed Carol back to the dressing rooms.
As we approached the dressing rooms, I froze.
"Those are your dressing rooms?" I asked Carol in disbelief.
"Yup, those are them. Is there a problem?" She replied with a sly smile on her lips.
"Well, they don't look too private." I said.
And indeed they weren't. Each of the three dressing rooms were just a pair of swinging doors, like on bars in old westerns. Only the doors were quite small. The bottoms to the doors were probably a good two and a half feet off the floor (giving anyone in the store a good look at your legs while you're changing). And the tops of the doors couldn't be more than five and a half feet off the floor. Being 5'10", I'd be able to look right over the door and out to the rest of the store. How could I change in there?
"Samantha, you're beautiful, and you have a knockout body. There's no way you should be modest. And besides, while you might feel exposed from the inside, you'll be totally covered from the outside. No one will be able to see a thing."
Suddenly feeling incredibly nervous, I took my cloths and headed into the dressing room. At least there was no one besides Kelley and Carol in the store.
As I took off my suit, I keep looking to see if either Kelley or Carol were watching me. They weren't, they were back picking over the racks, totally oblivious to me.
As I pulled on the skirt, I realized just how short it was. It came to about three inches over my knee. And while this isn't exactly short by today's standards (have you seen how short some woman's skirts are these days?), it was quite short by my standards. And to make matters worse, it had a 3" slit up the back that would expose half my thigh when I walked. However, it did seem to fit my body to a tee. Looking in the mirror, it made my butt look good (if I did say so myself), and it hugged my hips perfectly (without being too tight). Trying on the first sweater, I realized that Carol had grabbed one that was a size too small. Looking at the other sweater, I saw that it was the same size.
Calling out to Carol, I said that I needed a sweater one size bigger. She told me to just try that one on and she'd see what she could find.
Sighing, I put it on. While it was a little tight across my breasts, it did fit me in the shoulders and across my mid-section. It was a little low cut and you could see my sports bra peeking out, making it feel even more the wrong size.
Carol and Kelley came back to my dressing room to see how I was doing.
"Come on out. Let's see how you look."
Feeling a little embarrassed, I stepped out saying, "I like it, but everything's a little on the small side."
"Hmmm, I like it." Carol said. "Turn around for me once."
As I turned, Kelley said, "It's perfect!"
"What do you mean 'it's perfect'?" I asked. "It's way too short! And look! When I walk, you can see at least half my thigh in back."
"Honey, that's the style these days." Carol chimed in. "And besides, with legs like those, you want to expose them as much as possible."
"Well . . . Look at this sweater, it makes my boobs stick way out. I look like a cartoon!"
"Samantha, if I had perfect breasts like yours, I'd try to draw as much attention to them as I possibly could." Carol said. "With these, I need all the help I can get." She said cupping her breasts in her hands while pushing them up and in to give herself some cleavage.
"I had to spend several grand to get what you have naturally." Kelley chimed in.
"You two are right, maybe I'm just too conservative. But I'd feel like a slut going out dressed like this."
Realizing what I said, I tried to quickly back track.
"I don't mean that you two look like sluts! You're beautiful! It's just that I'd feel like a slut. I've never worn cloths like these before."
"Well it's about time you entered the modern work place. Look around you. Don't most good-looking women wear cloths like this? Don't you think they look smart and sexy? It's about time you showed off what you have and felt proud about it. Besides, it's an exhilarating feeling, and you never know, it might even help you get a raise." Carol said with a sly wink to Kelley.
"And while you're thinking about it, try these on next." Carol said, handing me another skirt and blouse combination.
Taking the items, I walked back into the dressing room, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed.
The skirt was the same as the one I was wearing, only in black, while the blouse was another low-cut item with buttons up the front (they looked like they started awfully low), this time in ivory.
As I removed the first outfit, I heard from behind me, "Hmmm, I thought so."
"Eeek." I screeched as I nearly jumped a foot in the air.
