Back at the office
Ever since being watched by the construction crew next door (in Spanish Fly), the show for Curt, Mitch's best friend (The Exhibitionist) Karen loves showing off her body. Her stage performances (The Exhibitionist 2) made her want more men to watch her, the four nights on stage made her enough money to pay off some bills she and Mitch had building up. Nevertheless, it was not the money; she was getting off on showing off.
Returning to work was hard to do, having made some quick cash, being aroused herself, ogled and watched by so many men. But one must get back to the real world. In Karen's real world that meant payroll, for several years she had taken care of payroll and HR for the local county. Seemed boring after the week working as a stripper, but Mitch had enjoyed watching her on stage and she was teasing him constantly wearing the costumes she had bought. Karen's bras were frilly, shear and her clothing became sexier even at the office. Then it happened, Karen dripped a drop of ketchup on her blouse during lunch so she grabbed a damp cloth and stepped into her office to clean it before the stain set slipping her blouse off she cleaned the offending spot, standing there in her nude colored bra her nipples showing through the opaque fabric, when her door burst open. "Karen, can I talk to you about my re-tire-ment," Jim the maintenance supervisor stuttered as he saw how she was dressed. Karen looked up her nipples were pointed right at him. "Sssorry." Jim mumbled still staring, as he fell backward out the door.
Karen picked up her blouse slowly covered herself as he backed out, "my fault," she giggled as he closed the door. "Wait!" Karen called as she struggled to put her shirt on. Once dressed Karen walked out into the main office, "Did Jim leave?"
"Yeah, he seemed to be in a hurry."
Karen chuckled, went back to her office and rang his extension; with no answer, she left him a message. A couple hours later, Jim was knocking on Karen's now open door. "Everyone dressed?"
"Just sit down and be quiet," Karen said with a half blush pinking her cheeks, "you know you enjoyed the view."
"I surely did," Jim quipped, "if more gals around here dressed like that for lunch, I would never retire." He sat down and found himself staring at Karen's chest. He tried to look away but he imagining her still just in her bra, the faint outline of her areolas and nipples were burned into his mind's eye.
Karen felt his eyes trying to see through her shirt and bra, sliding her chair back and bending forward looking in a drawer, she gave Jim a view down her blouse across the top of her breast. His deep breath gave her the same feeling she had gotten on stage. Her nipples hardened, her breath slowed, Karen wanted this man to see her naked. "This may take some time," Karen, told him, "an hour or so."
"Ok by me," he answered, looking at the clock, 4:50 on the dial, "but you might need to go home." Jim looked back toward Karen and thought her blouse was a button or two farther open, but he might be wrong.