Thesis Topic 23 Ch 03

PART 3

When she arrived at the apartment, she used the key that Megan gave her in the morning to enter. She saw her suitcase over the wood trunk, and besides it, the padlock. She remembered her instructions but hesitated, she wanted to dress in decent clothes and have a little time to embrace herself and remember who she really was. She didn't want to put her dirty clothes inside the trunk, she could never explain to the girls why they smelled of pussy juice and semen; it would be completely embarrassing. She decided to take a long shower to relax a little bit and clear her mind.

In the shower, the memories of the trip home were a torment for Lillian, random images of all the stares, and all the turning noses flashed in her mind. She felt so stressed, everybody looked down at her. She was used to be proud of her image, and she had despised women that looked a lot more descent than she did on her way home. She realized with shame that she never had seen anybody looking so slutty and so cheap in public transportation, she felt pretty embarrassed about her clothes and her lack of shoes.

But as the water washed down the dirt and the semen, she started to recover some confidence. She kept telling herself that she hadn't changed, that it was just an act, just one more challenge that she was facing successfully in order to accomplish the goal of graduating with honors, in order to start a shining professional career.

With that certainty, she was more at ease, and she even started seeing the new episode with Mr. Palmer with another perspective. Little by little the regrets and self-scolding were replaced by the conviction that she was doing the right thing, and with it, the memories of her sexual pleasure were dominating all others.

She finished her shower and realized that there were only a couple of little hand towels to dry herself. "That must be another Megan's idea so I can't cover while they are out."

She was thinking about what she should do with her dirty clothes. In spite of having convinced herself that she certainly did the right thing, still, the possibility of her sex act with Mr. Palmer to be discovered by Megan or Karen was more shameful than she could bear. She decided to get rid of the clothes, that way it would be as if it never happened.

She took her used clothes and put them in a plastic bag, then she put some shorts and a t-shirt and went out of the apartment carrying the bag. He looked for the dumpster and dumped her semen-stained clothes there.

She returned to the apartment, feeling more at ease, like if that simple act would have erased her shameful behavior in Mr. Palmer's limousine. She took off her clothes and put them in the suitcase which she stored inside the wood trunk and then closed it using the padlock.

She felt a tightness on her stomach, knowing that she was naked and her clothes were now out of reach. For a moment she was afraid, but she felt sexy being nude, and without anybody around, she could enjoy the moment without worries or having to hide her arousal. After a few minutes of leisure and playing around, she decided to do some work on her thesis.

She opened her pink notebook and out of habit, she went to check her email. And right on top was an email from Megan, the subject was URGENT REPLY NEEDED. "Karen should have given her my address," Lillian thought.

"Lilly,

I hope you see this email soon because I need your reply by 5:45 PM, and I have no other way to reach you.

I am having a lot of trouble booking the studio for tomorrow, a fellow photographer, Peter, says he needs to shoot some publicity photos for a new line of makeup for high school age girls and the manager says that he has the upper hand because I want the studio for personal use and he wants it for business.

This complication is probably a signal that we should wait a couple of weeks for your session. However, you did wonderful in the morning commute, I think you are getting closer and I see you so excited about the photo session that I am willing to fight for the studio if you really, really want to do it tomorrow.

If you really want it, you must comply with two conditions. First, I think I may convince Peter to do his session earlier, and faster if you agree to model for him, and to do it for free. He will simply photograph you in a series of teen clothes while you are wearing the new line of makeup. It would also be useful as a warmup session for your nude photos. The session is for a "proof of concept," Peter´s people will do a draft of the publicity campaign and when they get the approval of the client and they will most probably redo the shooting with a professional model.

The second condition is that you prove to me that you are ready to do this. Peter will probably help me in the nude photo session as well, he is an expert anyway, but I don't want to make ridicule if you freak out at the last moment.

If you want me to do this, find my camera in the kitchen table and follow these instructions:

1. Send me proof that you complied with your "dressing" rules. (don't forget to show yourself naked and the closed padlock).

2. Take the memory card of the camera and use your computer to browse the photos I took yesterday. Choose the 3 that arouses you the most.

3. Make a PowerPoint presentation with those 3 photos, one page per photo; put the photo on the left and on the right, put your comments on why that particular photo aroused you, followed by some fake comments that male viewers could have done if they saw the photo. Try to be realistic, you may browse amateur sites to understand how men comment. Then send me the presentation by email, if it impresses Peter and me, I will surely get the studio.

I hope to see your email soon.

Megan."

Lillian felt ditzy, it was already 4:30 PM. "Why is it so difficult to get this stupid studio session? And now that stupid Megan wants to show my pictures to that man, and not only that, they want me to comment on them. It couldn't be more shameful." She thought bitterly.

For a moment she fell in despair, she had betted all to this strategy. She needed those studio photos to gain some time and be able to finish her thesis, not to mention to avoid being accused of academic fraud. She was revolving in self-pity, "After all I've done, after all the sacrifices, to fail when I was so close...." Then she composed herself and realized that she had not failed yet, it was only another obstacle to overcome. She won't give up her chances without fighting.

"I will get that studio session no matter what," she said to herself trying to get the courage.

Once she convinced herself that she will impress them, she realized that she had very little time. She took the camera and practically ran to the living room. She put the camera over a chair and turned it over to take a portrait picture, started the camera timer and ran to sit at the edge of the trunk, with her legs wide open, her pussy just a few inches above the closed padlock. She put her hands behind her back and smiled shyly at the camera.

She returned to the kitchen table and started to browse the photos, first she tried to do it quickly without giving them too much thinking, but then realized that Megan will know if she chose the photos at random, so she started to analyze one by one trying to find the ones that aroused her. She was gently rubbing her naked pussy while slowly scrolling through the photos. After 20 minutes she made her decision and started to write her thoughts about the first one. It was a photo of her in the kitchen table, she was sat on the tall bench that let her pussy a few inches over the level of the table, she was almost stranding the bench so her pussy was wide open and was shinning with her juices, She was in the center and Karen and Megan were by her sides. The photo was taken with the timer.

Lillian thought for a minute to invent some lame excuse of why the photo aroused her but she realized that she had no time to invent anything and probably Megan will know anyway, so she started typing.

"This photo is so arousing to me because here I was completely naked and showing my obvious arousal while these nicely dressed women discussed business and other important issues that I did not understand at all. I felt like a total bimbo, they were speaking about interesting things that I could learn from, and all that I could think about was my pussy and that I wanted desperately to touch myself. I felt so small being naked and ignored in front of those professional women, but feeling inferior only added to my arousal. I would have masturbated right there if they would have signaled me to do it."

She realized that she was horny as hell but it was almost 5:00 PM and she still needed to comment other two pictures and invent male commentaries for the three of them. "There is no way that I could finish this on time unless I..." she had what she thought was a brilliant idea. She got her photo editor and quickly edited black boxes over all the faces visible on the three photos then uploaded them to her thread on that amateur site. She was thinking how to get comments and finally typed,

"Please comment my photos, I really need to know what you think about them.," then she bitted her lower lip and continued, "If I get at least 3 comments on each of the photos in the next 30 minutes, I will post my face here in the next few days."

She didn't really plan to fulfill her promise but she needed to motivate them otherwise she won't have the comments on time.

She then closed her browser and returned to the next picture. She blushed, it was too shameful. For a moment she thought about choosing another but she really didn't have the time. She remembered that photo quite well, Megan had asked her to look for a remote control under the couch. In the photo she was on her knees, her body parallel to the couch, her right cheek was on the rug and she was looking under the couch. Her ass was high and her knees were more than a foot apart. Her face was very close to Karen's shoe and Karen portrayed a smirk while looking at her naked kneeling figure. The photo was taken from behind and it showed clearly her asshole as well as her red and wet pussy.

The photo ashamed and aroused Lillian who commented, "This photo excites me because I am completely exposed and available, my ass and pussy are on display and both holes look ready for some action... and well... again my nakedness while the other girls are completely dressed." Lillian hesitated, there was another reason and a part of her told her that she had written enough but another part, the horny part, really wanted to tell the whole truth, to write the main reason why this photo was so hot for her. After a very little hesitation she continued, "and it looks like I am on my knees worshiping this nice lady shoe while she is mocking me. I would have really liked to lick her shoe, to take orders from her...." By then Lillian was breathing hard, fortunately, she was almost finishing her PowerPoint presentation.

She took the last photo and pasted it in the presentation. It was the photo she had just taken of herself and the padlocked trunk. "I like this photo because it shows the trunk and the padlock that hold all my clothes. I don't even have a key, so I can't even make this little decision of getting dressed. If there is an emergency I would have to run naked to the street." she saw the picture once again and added, "And I like how I look with my hands behind my back. I can fantasy that I am cuffed and the cuff's keys are in another person's possession, maybe the same girl that has the trunk key, maybe another, so I have to follow their orders just to be able to dress again."

She stopped right then because she realized that she was not only saying too much but also she was getting so horny that she was openly masturbating by then.

"You must focus on the task girl. Otherwise, you are not going to make it on time"

She returned to the amateur site and found a lot of comments, she excluded the ones that just asked to see her face and copy-pasted some of them to the presentation. Most of the comments were pretty rude, thinks like, "I will fuck that asshole until It no longer looks so small and cute," or

"How come such a slut have respectable friends?" or "No matter if you have small tits, your asshole and pussy look like a great playground."

She instinctively touched her breast, suddenly insecure of her body, "At least I have a nice ass," she thought, but then scolded herself. "And who cares what those bastards think of my body. I want to be recognized by my mind not my body." She continued pasting comments, she didn't have the time to edit them, and the rudeness of the objectifying comments was making her horny. She closed the presentation and sent her to Megan.

It was still 5 minutes before the limit that Megan had set. For the first time in the last few weeks, Lillian got a feeling of accomplishment. She had made it, she had been challenged and she had overcome the obstacles.

Then her apprehension returned as she remembered clearly the shameful file that she had just created and sent. Who knows who will see it. At least Megan and that Peter. She cringed, "He will think that I am a complete slut," she thought wit shame.

She decided to try to regain some control, she will avoid masturbation from then on, she must prove herself that she wasn't a slut, she was only acting. She pondered the possibility of working in her thesis, but she knew that in her aroused state she shouldn't be close to a computer. Nowadays she rarely could be in front of it for more than 10 minutes before start browsing porn. So she prepared some sandwiches and went to watch TV.

She was bored to death, afternoon TV sucks, well it sucks worse than night TV, and little by little her hand traveled to her pubic area and she was lightly tracing circles around her pussy when the phone rang and startled her.

"Hello?" she said with an insecure voice.

"Lilly, how are you? You sound a little weird"

"I am fine," she said composing her voice and trying to think straight.

"Please tell Megan that after work I will go to a bar with some friends from the office, so don't wait for me to have diner, I should be there by 11:00 pm."

She felt very self-conscious having that normal conversation naked with her pussy shining with her juices.

"Ok. I will tell her.... Is that all?" she said trying to sound natural.

"Oh yes, you may return to whatever you were doing," said Karen giggling, which increased Lillian's embarrassment.

"I bet she knows what I am doing," she thought ashamed after she hung the phone, but then she reassured herself, "Well, if she thinks that, she is wrong, I was just checking some bumps down there, and I can go for ages without touching myself."

So she was determined to be there and watch TV and put any sexual thought out of her mind. She tried to concentrate her attention on the game show but she quickly drifted and soon she was asleep. She was having the strangest, most humiliating and arousing dreams while unconsciously rubbing her pussy when a loud sound startled her. The sound repeated several times until her foggy mind realized that somebody was knocking at the door. The adrenalin quickly got her to her senses.

"What am I going to do? What if it is the landlord or something?"

She approached the door and tried to hear because it didn't have a peephole or a nearby window. She was very nervous when a new louder knock almost gave her a heart attack.

"Who... is it?" she said, her voice trembling a little. She felt pretty nervous.

"It's me, Megan. Who did you expect, the bogyman? Open the door silly."

Lillian was about to do it but then realized that her hand smelled of her own juices and her pussy was very wet and shiny. It was shameful to be naked in front of that fully dressed girl, but to be so obviously aroused by it was a lot more shameful.

"Wait... I'll be here in a minute..." she said and ran to the bathroom. "How I wish to have pubic hair, at least my arousal won't be so noticeable." She thought while quickly drying her pussy with toilet paper. After a few minutes she was opening the door, she had also washed her hands and felt a little more confident.

Megan entered the house. She was a little annoyed, "Why did it take you so long to open the door?"

"I... I needed to pee..." she said.

Megan was suspecting that something was wrong and she misinterpreted Lillian's nervousness.

"Did you just get undressed?"

"No, of course, no!," she said sincerely, "I sent you a proving picture, didn't you get it?"

"Yes I did, still there is something weird. Well, let's see"

Megan pulled a key from her purse and opened the padlock. She pulled out Lillian's suitcase and told her, "OK, show me the clothes that you were wearing this morning."

Lillian blushed bright red, she hadn't expected that. She began slowly rummaging through her slutty clothes, trying to find something that resembled that morning outfit. She shyly showed Megan what she thought was the most similar outfit.

"That is not the outfit. You lied to me, you maybe just got undressed when I arrived and hid your clothes somewhere in the house. I am very disappointed; I must call Peter"

"No. Really, I was naked...Those clothes are not in the house... I throw them away"

Now Megan was curious. "Where are they then?"

"They in the dumpster of the building."

"And why did you throw them away? And don't lie to me, one more lie and our deal is over."

Lillian felt trapped, she was blushing bright red, "because they smelled," she said in a very low voice.

"Smelled of what?"

Lillian swallowed, she was very uncomfortable having to make this confession completely naked to a fully dressed woman.

"They smelled... of sex.... Male..... semen you know and of me...." she said in a very low voice, completely ashamed, her sight cast at the floor.

Megan was pretty amused with that but she didn't say a word; she just got a t-shirt from Lillian's clothes and tossed it to her.

"Go get them!" she said.

Lillian put the t-shirt and was waiting for a skirt or some pants.

"NOW!," said Megan.

And Lillian marched outside without even asking for the rest of her clothes.

The t-shirt covered just her pussy and left maybe half of her ass visible.

Lillian wanted to run, but she knew she will be showing a lot by doing that. So she simply walked as fast as she could while tugging her t-shirt down, her attitude only made more obvious to the casual observer that she wasn't wearing anything under her waist.

She arrived at the dumpster and looking around she found a wooden box. She stepped over it and opened the trash container door. It smelled awful, but on the top, she recognized the plastic bag with her clothes. The bin was almost half empty, so she had to bend over her waist to reach it. She realized that her t-shirt had ridden well above her waist. Out of reflex, she tried to get straight while pulling her t-shirt down and just barely avoided hitting her head with the container door. She cursed herself for her stupidity. She felt very nervous and turned her head one way and another trying to know if somebody had seen her bare ass. She didn't see anybody but there was traffic in the street just a few meters from where she was.

She inhaled deeply and bent again, and resisted her urge to pull her t-shirt down or stand up. This time she reached the bag and got down from the dumpster. She was sure that she had exposed her ass and bare pussy completely. She looked around with dread and hope, but when she heard some adolescent giggles, she ran back to the apartment not wanting to know who had seen her charms.

When she entered the living room, Megan was still very stern and said.