In retrospect, I shouldn't have expected things to change the next time I worked a probationary shift at the fire department. I mean, really? They had all seen me almost nude. One, in fact, had seen me bare assed, up close, and it had been so ridiculously sexual in nature, that any boundaries were destined to be down. Still, I don't know, perhaps it was wishful thinking that left me puzzled and surprised when I walked in and found that the throw away ultra-thin t shirts with the fire department logo were there, but the already too small shorts were missing, replaced by ridiculous selection of little cotton thong panties.
These were even worse than the cheap short shorts, these panties were ultra cheap, as in a crummy minimal weave so when I stretched the material over my hand it was almost see through. These were the cheap kind you got for 6 to a pack at some place like target or Walmart of the Dollar Store. They fell apart in the wash and barely made it through a single wearing before looking like they had been worn for a year. Holding a pair, I walked into Captain Kuskow's office where he was seated behind his desk.
"Uh Captain?" I said hesitantly.
He looked up. "Oh, hi, Kim, or should I say Crystal?"
I blushed as he grinned.
"Oh, don't be embarrassed. After what the guys told me about the other night at the club, we should all feel like good friends around here now. Besides, in the fire service if we aren't teasing you, we don't love you."
I smiled halfheartedly. "Uh, so these?" I held up the thong. "Are just a joke then? You don't expect me to wear this, right?"
"Of course we do. The guys will love it." He was still grinning.
I smiled back in response. I knew I couldn't afford to offend or alienate the very guy that signed my paperwork for the probation department. Plus, I had come in that morning intending to float the idea of joining the next cadet class at the department to justify a request to have the Captain petition the court to reduce or end my probation. Still, the idea that I was allowing myself to become even more of a source of dirty entertainment for the station crew was embarrassing and felt like a huge step down to something I couldn't fully fathom. Instead of saying absolutely not like the voice in my head was screaming, I just nodded agreeably.
"Sure," I said. "Yeah, these are fine."
I turned and walked out of his office to the women's locker room. Entering, I saw something that immediately set off a mixed, conflicted reaction. At the end of the row of lockers with permanent nameplates, someone had put up a piece of tape on one with the name Kim/Crystal written on it. On the one hand it was a sign of inclusion and bolstered my desire to suggest ending my probation in exchange for joining the department ranks. On the other, it said that if I did join, I would always be saddled with a certain subordinating label and perception based on how it came about.
Sighing, I stripped down. I had just taken everything off and was bending over with my back to the door when I heard it open, and a female voice laughingly said, "Oh my, there she is. I'd recognize that--"
I looked back over my shoulder and saw that it was Lt. Tuggersly. Her eyes went from my shaved crotch over to my surprised, slightly reddening face.
"-- face...anywhere." The happy expression on the face of the woman who had opportunistically licked my exposed pussy at the club was tinged with a barely perceptible superior, salacious, mocking expression.
It just made me feel all the more naked and powerless. Even so, just like when I was told I would have to wear the thong to wash the fire trucks, I just manifested a compliant, agreeable smile. It was a very subtle signal to anyone with even the slightest dominant and exploitable nature that I was powerless. Of course, Tuggersly picked up on it instantly.
Making no pretense of consideration for my modesty, she looked directly between my buns at my pussy and ass. Now, I realized that she had seen it already, that she's had an even closer look when I bent over and sidecarred her under duress at the club, but that was in the club. It was different. This was in broad daylight, or at least fluorescent light, and now she was in uniform where the rules of a polite society should have held. I blushed, not that she saw my face. Realizing I could do nothing about it I just picked up the tiny, flimsy uniform and pulled on the thong. Like I suspected, the material was cheap and inadequate. It was also a size too small, and I felt that material insinuate insultingly into the crack of my ass and between my lips.
Grabbing the top, I pulled it over my head and down around my chest, I realized that it too had been modified. Unlike the previous thin, cropped, tank top style, cotton undershirts, this one was barely long enough to prevent a serious case of underboobage. I looked over and saw myself in a mirror. I instantly wished I hadn't.
Clunk, Clunk.
A grinning Tuggersly came over and dropped the fire boots before suddenly appearing in the mirror image next to me. A second later, I felt her hand playfully, gently, and oh so presumptively, smack a bare bun. Then...as I startled, she gave it a bold little squeeze.
"You know," she said as if reading my greatest motivation in putting up with all this, "there was another woman that came through here a while ago. She really wanted to get on with her life and was willing to do what it took. As it happens, if the station Captain and a lieutenant or two are willing to sign a letter indicating that a probie has shown the proper motivation and willingness then Judge Humphreys will not only eliminate the probation order but..." She gave my bottom another little condescending pat. "... also will expunge the record if the probie agrees to join and work for the department for a year."
She stood next to me looking at our reflection as that sank in.
"Are you properly motivated and willing?" she asked with a suggestive tone.
Now, like I shared before, a topless club is a different kind of environment and there are sexual pressures and dynamics that really apply only there. You do things that otherwise you wouldn't, like extras for certain select regular clients. It's just part of that world. Like I also shared, anyone who has danced long enough has had that moment when she was just sick of men and was willing or allowed for some girl-girl interaction. For most, for me for sure, it was a very, very esoteric one-off sexually. I'm really mostly straight, but yes, when completely fed up with men, I had "eaten out" elsewhere, with just one particular friend.
This, though, was really different. What Tuggersly was insinuating was a really dirty, sexual qui pro quo, a trade off with me as some kind of submissive server. My natural sense of self-esteem and pride flared, and I wanted to tell her to get her arrogant hand off my ass and that no way was I going to go down on her for a favor. Unfortunately, pride was something I couldn't really afford.
With a slightly sad smile, I nodded and said, "I am."
The look on Tuggersly's face almost made me look away from the mirror. It was just so triumphant and pleased and so very horny.
"Well, then, I guess you should show me."
She gave me a little pat on the bottom and a push in the direction of a door marked Sleep Room. She walked ahead of me into the room. Pausing just inside the doorway, she smiled and crooked her finger beckoning me. Swallowing my pride, I followed. It wouldn't be the last thing I swallowed that day.
As I closed the door, she turned and grinned and started pulling off her boots.
"I have to tell you, I have been looking forward to this since I saw you in the locker room that first day," she said starting to unbutton her service pants.
