After graduating from college, I was hired as a teacher at a small community college. Even though I enjoy teaching, I didn't want to be confined to a classroom during the summer. Unfortunately, I couldn't afford to take the summer off so a friend of mine talked me into selling boats for her at a dealership she managed.
Although I knew very little about boating, I was happy to find a job near the lake. My friend, Brenda, told me not to worry about the technical jargon of boating. She said that most boat buyers already know what they want so the key is to use looks and personality to seal the deal.
Brenda assured me that I had what it took to sell boats and I didn't want to let her down. To prepare for the job, I read the sales brochure for every boat in their inventory. I also made sure that I was dressed to kill for my first day as a Boat Salesgirl.
Since Brenda stressed that sexuality sells boats, I selected clothes that accentuated my body. For starters, I put on a small white bra with matching panties. As I glanced at myself in the mirror, I tried to decide if my titties were too visible beneath the thin fabric. My pink nipples were easy to see and the half-cups pushed my breasts up to the point where they could spill out of the flimsy bra if I leaned over. Even without bending over, my nipples were teetering on the edge of the bra. It was almost as if I wasn't wearing a bra at all!
My panties were just as transparent as the bra. The see-through white material did little to hide my neatly-trimmed auburn bush in front and my butt crack showed right through the nearly transparent fabric from behind. In fact, some of my butt crack even hung out above the waistband of the tiny undies. The high-cut sides of the little underpants allowed my firm round butt cheeks to peek out from below, too.
I slipped a white button-down blouse over my flimsy bra. The small bra appeared to have a push-up effect, which I shamelessly exploited by leaving the top three buttons of my blouse open. My boobies are only medium sized, but since I'm only five-one with a petite figure, my titties don't have to be big to look good.
I selected a navy blue pleated mini-skirt to wear with the white blouse and I also wore a pair of matching flat sandals. As an added touch, I pulled my reddish-brown hair back and tied it with a white ribbon. After touching up my makeup and dabbing on a little of my best perfume, I was ready to go sell boats.
The outfit looked great, but after one last look in the mirror I was still rather nervous about wearing it to work. My nipples were faintly visible even though they were covered by two layers of material. The thin blouse did not mask the fact that my nipples could easily spring out above the edge of the undersized and unrestricting bra-cups. Also, the short skirt left no margin for error if I had to bend over.
As I drove to the boat dealer, I pondered why I had worked so hard to get a Master's Degree only to resort to flaunting my looks and body in order to make a living. I also wondered why I would allow myself to go to work in such a revealing outfit. It reminded me of all the times I was publicly humiliated at the hands of my sorority sisters while I was in college.
Then I suddenly remembered that Brenda was one of the sorority sisters that enjoyed humiliating me. She was an upperclassman when I was a freshman so I was often the target of her public nudity rituals. However, we became good friends before she graduated and she now ran a successful business. Therefore, I figured she must have outgrown that type of immature behavior, although the outfit she asked me to where suddenly raised some doubt.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the boat dealership, I was immediately confronted by a couple of young girls who obviously had exhibitionistic tendencies. They were wearing skimpy bikinis and washing boats in the front of the lot. The girls looked like they were probably seniors in high school and their bikinis left little to the imagination.
Brenda met me at the door and ushered me into her office. The office had a big window that faced the front lot so I watched as the playful young girls scrubbed the boats. I like guys, but I enjoy teasing and flirting with them more than actually having sex with them. That's how I ended up so attracted to girls.
I used to make love to other girls while guys watched. I did it just to tease the guys, but I've found that a girl really knows what another girl wants. Now I'm more inclined to fantasize about girls than I am about guys. That's why all the smooth skin that the girls outside were displaying quickly captured my attention.
Brenda noticed that I was gazing out the window and asked, "So Mindy, you're still into girls?"
I blushed and meekly said, "Yes."
Brenda continued, "Then you probably like my Boat Wash Girls."
I replied, "Well I must admit, they sure are cute!"
Brenda asked, "Did you notice how skimpy their bikinis are?"
I replied, "How could I not notice? Those little triangles of material they're using for tops are so small that the girls are about to fall out of them, and they almost look naked from behind in those tiny thongs!"
Brenda added, "I know. The girls have a tendency to stop traffic when they bend over to wash the bottoms of the boats in their uniforms."
I asked, "Uniforms?"
Brenda replied, "Yes, uniforms! I carefully selected those bikinis for the girls. First I took their measurements and then I picked out bikinis that were a size too small for them."
I asked, "And they agreed to wear them?"
Brenda answered, "Not at first. It took a bit of persuasion and some extra money to get the girls to go out there nearly naked and wash the boats, but now they're so popular that they've learned to enjoy it."
I said, "Well, it looks like they get a lot of attention. A carload of boys keeps driving by and honking."
Brenda said, "Yeah, those girls love all the attention the boys give them. They smile and wave to the boys, and occasionally they'll even flash 'em, too."
