Posted by Ripper X on September 03, 2003 at 21:17:40:
"Ok, Ms. McKinney, you've passed. Congratulations," the doctor said appreciatively, snapping the instrument closed, removing it from her, and peeling the gloves from his hands, "You're in fine shape. You can go ahead and get dressed. I'll submit the forms to the insurance company this afternoon and Caroline will let Officer Rodriguez know that you've qualified for the assignment. When you arrive tomorrow, Caroline should have your employment papers ready."
"Tomorrow?" Shannon murmured, opening her eyes.
"Yes, I know it seems so fast, but I have a presentation tomorrow morning, and I'll need you here first thing in order to get yourself prepared. Get here no later than Eight a.m. for your wardrobe fitting. Caroline will have some clothes ready based on the measurements you provided on the application forms. You can dress casually if you like, since you'll be changing into our wardrobe anyway. Don't wear any make-up, and keep your watch in your pocket. Try to avoid wearing anything with elastic - particularly underwear. Sometimes it can leave compression lines in your skin that don't synch up with the hemlines of the outfits. You'll have a pretty full day tomorrow so be sure to get plenty of rest tonight."
Shannon sat up and got down off the exam table. She could feel the moistness between her legs as she pulled up her panties and fastened her skirt. Not bothering with her bra, she slipped into her blouse and fastened the buttons, then draped the jacket over her left arm. She slid the neatly folded bra into the pocket of her jacket and followed the doctor out of the room. He turned the manila folder over to Caroline, who smiled and waved cheerfully at Shannon as she left the office.
Wardrobe? Shannon liked the idea of wearing expensive suits that she didn't have to pay for. "That wasn't so bad," she thought to herself, "This could be the best job I'll ever have!"
Shannon was on cloud nine as she walked back to her dorm room. She noticed the furtive glances of the young men who stole peeks at her breasts, her hardened nipples pressed against the loose material of her blouse, and for the first time in her life she felt truly sexy. She smiled at any boy who happened to make eye contact with her, and she giggled when more than one glanced away in embarrassment at having been caught. "I'm going to be a model!" She thought to herself, embracing the notion that the former flat-chested wallflower that had been ignored by the boys back in high school was going to be given fabulous outfits to wear; was going to be the epitome of all of those boys' fantasies.
It was late in the afternoon, just a little before her normal dinnertime, when she got back to her room, but she was too excited to think about eating. She tried calling her best friend but she had already moved out of her dorm for the summer. Similar attempts to reach her other friends also proved fruitless, so she threw herself on her bed and rabbit-punched her pillows. "This is ridiculous. I need to release this energy," she thought.
Changing out of her best dress suit, she slipped on a pair of black tights and a jogging bra, pulled some low-cut socks over her feet and stepped into her running shoes for a quick run around the campus.
The sun seemed brighter. The air seemed cleaner. All of her problems were going away, and she felt terrific. A model! She couldn't believe it. She picked up her pace and gave a slight jump in the air. She imagined Carla Metzger in an orange prison jumpsuit, stabbing at trash on a highway median with a stick, breathing exhaust fumes while Shannon posed glamorously in the latest fashion, and cameras snapped away. She imagined Carla begging for water on a chain gang while Shannon lounged on a dais. She punched her fists at the air. Her legs felt fresh and strong. Her heart raced as the sidewalk flowed under her feet, her hair bouncing with each step. She passed runners heading the other way. Before today, she would keep her eyes focused on the ground, afraid to make eye contact with the people coming at her, but now she kept her head up and smiled at each and every one of them. She was happy and she wanted people to know it.
When she returned to her dorm, she noticed that the student parking lot had emptied drastically since the morning. The students had wasted little time in moving on with their lives, and in four more days' Shannon would be moving on with hers. Her answering machine's message light was blinking frantically, but she ignored it and instead peeled off her running clothes. Turning the handles of the faucets, she waited for the hot water to start flowing and caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror. She straightened up and placed a hand on her hip. Turning to the side, judging her profile, then turning around and looked over her shoulder at her backside.
She had never really noticed her body before. She had always considered herself to be average-looking, if a bit on the slender side, but now she saw herself differently. Where before once stood a skinny little girl, now stood a lithe young woman. She turned to the front, looking at the way her toned legs merged into her hips and tummy. She lifted her arms, watching them tug at the mounds of her breasts. She cupped her left breast in her hand and rubbed a thumb around her nipple. Her other hand, across the lower part of her belly, tracing a line across her hips – imagining it to be a lover's touch. Her fingers found the tangled forest of her mound of Venus and she let a fingernail rasp against the opening of her snatch, tickling her slightly.
She remembered the doctor's exam, and how she had become aroused as he had prodded her. It had seemed so routine, and he had been so nonchalant about probing her. Just a matter-of-fact process. Perfectly appropriate, but why had she been so stimulated by him? She didn't know, and she didn't care. Her finger pushed closer, and she imagined it to be Doctor Wellington's gloved thumb pressing deeper into her. She spread her legs a bit more and leaned back, resting her shoulders against the cool tiles of the shower stall, watching herself in the mirror as she slipped first one, then another finger into her slit.
A fingernail found her clit and soon she was twitching as her fingers rubbed the small head. Her other hand cupped and fondled her breasts as the fingers buried in her snatch increased the tempo of their stroke to a frantic pace. She could feel the heat building in her loins, the warm glow of her impending orgasm, and she imagined that she was in the exam room. Open and exposed to the doctor's touch. Her heart was beating rapidly and her breath was coming in short, quick gasps as waves of pleasure rippled from her sex. She looked at her reflection, the sight of her nude. Her nipples hard and proud, a hand between her thighs, and the sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead, chest, and hips was intoxicating. Her stomach muscles twitched as she worked towards her climax, her legs struggling to maintain balance against the tiled wall.
Just then a door slammed down the hall, causing her to jump with surprise, interrupting her dreams and machinations. Even this late in the day, students were still packing their things and leaving the building for the summer. She noticed steam clouds drifting out of the shower tub as she started to come down from the heights of her arousal.
"Oh, stop it!" She thought to herself. "There will be plenty of time for that later."
She tested the water temperature and adjusted the knobs, then stepped into the water flow and lathered up. The water felt warm and she could feel her muscles relaxing slightly as her blood vessels adjusted to the heat. She lathered up her hair and let the soap cascade off her shoulders. She folded her arms across her chest, catching the water and forming a pool between her breasts and then releasing the water, letting it fall with a big splash on the bottom of the stall.
She quickly soaped up her legs and torso, then finished with her arms and face. When she had rinsed the suds off of her body, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, dabbling at the beads of water clinging to her skin, then wrapped the towel around her chest and entered her tiny dorm room.
Sitting on the chair at her desk, she pressed the answering machine's message playback button. Most of the calls were from her friends wishing her a good vacation, telling her about the deadline to drop off her hall key, or their fabulous vacation plans. A few were from boys she knew wishing her the best of luck for the summer, but one was from Caroline.
"Hi, Shannon. This is Caroline from Dr. Wellington's office. I just wanted you to know that I sent off your paperwork to the insurance company this afternoon, and we should have your employment card back sometime tomorrow. We may not have it in time for the presentation tomorrow afternoon, but don't worry about it because you'll already be registered as an employee of the consultancy so there shouldn't be any problems if you happen to get hurt for some reason. Don't worry about a thing; You're going to love this job. I have so much fun when I do it, but I turned my ankle a couple of days ago doing something really stupid. Ugh, I don't want to talk about it. Well, maybe I'll tell you about it after the presentation," Caroline let out a giggle, "This is so great! I feel like you're my little sister. You're going to have so much fun. Listen, take my advice and get lots of sleep tonight and for tomorrow - I don't know if the doctor mentioned it or not - don't wear any underwear because sometimes the elastic can leave marks on your skin and ruin the presentation. Don't wear any makeup and just keep your hair straight, no gel or anything. I looked at your charts – I hope you don't mind – and you seem to be in great shape. I think you'll hold up really well, particularly since this will be your first time and the doctor usually goes a little easier on his models when they're just starting out. Oh, and don't wear socks either because the band can leave a ring around your ankles. Sometimes that matters, sometimes it doesn't. It depends on how the presentation is set up. I usually just wear a pair of slip-on sneakers with jeans and a t-shirt. Real casual stuff. We'll have your work clothes ready for fitting tomorrow morning. Okay? See you tomorrow!"
Caroline's enthusiasm wasn't lost on Shannon, she was still trying to come down off of her emotional high, and Caroline's message didn't make it any easier. Shannon looked out her dorm room window at the people making their way along the street in the growing darkness and thought about how quickly things had changed for her. For once she felt like things were going her way, that the world was her oyster. She chastised herself, "Oh, don't be such a silly little girl. You sound like a giggling teenager."
She opened up her mini-fridge and pulled out a cup of yogurt. She didn't like to miss a full meal, but she still didn't have much of an appetite. She was too nervous, too excited, and still a little too aroused to think about food.
She placed the empty yogurt container in the trash, washed the spoon and laid it in the dish dryer, then unraveled the towel from around her chest and used it to dry her hair. She walked across the room towards her bathroom; naked, and for the first time she didn't care if anyone saw her through the window or not.
She plugged in the gun-shaped blow dryer and began to let the jets toss her hair. On a whim, she pointed the dryer at her chest, feeling the warm air sweep across her breasts, enjoying the feeling as the air tickled her nipples. She waved the dryer over her belly, giggling at the sensation, then tentatively aimed the barrel at her mound. Letting the warm air brush against the thin slit of soft fur. A pleasurable gasp escaped her lips as the heat wafted across her body.
She couldn't hold the dryer there for too long, or it would start to feel uncomfortable as the warm air began to burn her skin. She wondered if that was how it felt to be burned at the stake, like the Christian martyrs and the witches? She held the blow dryer just below her slit, pointing up like the flames from a bonfire, focusing it on one spot, and waited to see how long she could endure the burning pain. It wasn't long.
"You're such a wimp," she said to no one in particular.
She set the dryer down and rubbed some moisturizer on her face. She still couldn't believe that she was going to be a model. That she would be posing in front of a live audience and demonstrating products. She picked up the blow dryer and held it sideways in front of her and looked at herself in the mirror.
"This is the Model XT2000, the leader in blow dryer technology!" She exclaimed, studying herself in the mirror. "Well," she said disappointingly, "Hopefully I won't have to do any speaking."
She unplugged the blow dryer and placed it back in its hook, then she brushed her teeth, and rubbed lotion on her hands, flipping the light switch off with her elbow as she continued to work the hand lotion into her skin. Still nude, she decided not to put anything on before easing underneath the covers of her bed. If she was going to be working first thing in the morning, she didn't want to risk having lines on her skin from the night before. Then she thought about the possibility of the sheets leaving lines. What a conundrum! She decided that if she slept on top of the bed, then only half of her body would be touching the fabric, and that would reduce the risk of sheet marks sufficiently.
She had never tried to sleep nude. At least not since her childhood, and lying on top of the bedcovers now made her feel like she was exposed. She lay there, feeling her heart beating softly. The night air cooling her skin, causing every nerve in her body to come alive with sensation. She thought about the day's events: About the interview, the examination, and Caroline's phone message. What did Caroline mean about Shannon being able to hold up well? And what a strange choice of words to use together. Hold up well. It sounded like something that belonged in one of those horror movies. Where the heroine is bound and tortured while the hero tries to rescue her.
Shannon stretched her arms over her head "Oh yes, rescue me!" She cried out loud, then laughed at her joke, clasping her arms over her chest and rolling onto her side.
"I'm going to be naked and open all night," she said aloud, "Who is going to come and rescue me?" Giggling again, she rolled onto her back and stretched her arms out over her head, each wrist bound by imaginary straps to the corners of her bed. Likewise, she spread her legs wider, so that her ankles pointed towards the corners at the foot of her bed.
"I'm going to stay like this all night, like a prisoner," she moaned dramatically, "Like a prisoner of the Inquisition!"
She held herself there, stretched out on her bed. The shadows of the windowpanes painting bars across her naked torso. She lifted her head and looked at her body displayed so openly, the muscles of her stomach tightening from the exertion. God, she felt so sexy, so beautiful. She could only imagine what she would look like to her imagined tormentor and his evil henchmen.
Would they have their way with her before torturing her? Or would they torture her first and then rape her? She smiled. It didn't matter. She tried to make herself relax but she was still too worked up.
Her hand wandered across her chest, rolling and squeezing her nipples until they puckered up, firm and hard. Her fingers danced across the flat expanse of her tummy, drifting across her hips until they rested in the dark tangle of her bush.
She brushed the back of her fingernail across the opening of her slit, feeling the nail's smooth texture against her flesh, then inserted her finger into her snatch, probing softly. She brought her knees up slightly and raised her hips, welcoming her touch.
"No! Don't do it like this," she thought to herself, "You are a prisoner of the Inquisition, and prisoners aren't supposed to enjoy their captivity." She laughed softly at her fantasy. "Well, it's obvious I can't trust myself."
Getting up from the bed, she pulled out four thigh-high stockings, tying one to each corner of the bed. Leaning forward, she tied her ankles to the legs of the bed, then lay back down to position herself in the middle of the mattress.
Satisfied that she was more or less in the middle of the small bed, she reached up and tied the stockings on the headboard into loops. Pulling herself towards the headboard until she felt the tension of the stockings around her ankles. She inserted her hands into the loops of material over her head and twirled her wrists, wrapping the stockings around her wrists until they felt snug, and she was certain that she wouldn't accidentally work herself loose during the night.
Her binding done, she looked at herself again. At the shadows crisscrossing her body; her hips; her sex. Her nipples were still erect and she could feel the moistness collecting between her legs.
"Perhaps," she thought to herself whimsically, "some kind sir will free me from my prison." Turning her head away from the window, she closed her eyes and drifted off to a restless sleep.
Shannon awoke with a start. It was still dark and her hands were tingling. The orange glow of the clock next to her showed that only an hour had passed since she had bound herself to the bed, spread-eagled. She tugged at the bonds holding her wrists to the bedposts, turning her hands to unwind the looped stockings.
Groggily, she pulled herself up and bent down to the knotted stockings holding her legs apart. She tugged at the material with her numbed fingers until her ankles were freed. She flexed her hands, letting the blood circulate back into them. She felt the familiar pressure on her bladder and got out of the bed and went to the bathroom.
The sudden light hurt her eyes, causing her to blink reflexively. As she emptied herself, she looked at her wrists. If the material was tight enough to cut off her circulation, then perhaps it was tight enough to leave seams in her skin. She rotated her wrists, looking at them front and back, and was relieved to see only one noticeable indentation.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," she scolded herself, "It would be just like me to throw away a great assignment for one silly fantasy."
Finished with her business, she wiped herself and flushed the commode, then turned off the light and collapsed back into the bed.
Shannon arrived at the office a bit early, dressed in jeans, a simple t-shirt, and shoes. Per Caroline's advice, she wasn't wearing a bra, nor panties, nor socks. Shannon had never let herself go out in public without underwear, and it felt different to be walking about the town that way, without the usual binding of the elastic across her shoulders, chest, and hips. She felt comfortable, but uncomfortable at the same time, as if she were walking around naked in public.
She wondered if the morning sun was illuminating the silhouette of her torso through the thin cotton shirt, but there were few people out that early in the morning so she tried not to be too concerned about it.
Entering the lobby, she was greeted by Caroline who was dressed in a tight-fitting business skirt and light blouse. Caroline gave her a smile and said, "Annette, and Doctor Wellington are going straight to the auditorium this morning to get the stage set up, so it will just be you and I for the moment. I've got your wardrobe in the back room. Come on, let's get you dressed!"
The two girls walked past the receptionist desk and down the short hall to an unmarked door. Caroline turned the handle and, as she entered the room, flipped the light switch. It was a small room, not much bigger than the examination room Shannon had been in the previous day, and various odds and ends were pushed up against the wall. Along the far wall was a clothing rack, containing a hodge-podge of vests, jackets, dresses, pants, and such. Each article was covered with a thin plastic bag.
"Today's presentation will focus on the medieval period, so let's see if we can find you something appropriate," Caroline said, thumbing through the rack of clothing, and pulling out a simple white cotton garment, "Ah, here's a night shirt that should fit you. Go ahead and try this on and I'll see if I can find a vest and a skirt to go with it."
Shannon looked for a door to a dressing room and not seeing one, quickly slipped off her shoes and pulled off her jeans, draping them over the top of a cardboard box nearby, then lifted off her t-shirt and placed it over the jeans. As she stood naked in the room, she noticed her reflection in the three-sided mirror next to the rack, and became aware of her nudity and how odd it felt to be naked while Caroline was fully clothed.
She found herself gazing at the curves of Caroline's body, at the way the line of muscle in Caroline's thighs accentuated the curve of her hips and ass. Caroline was a little taller than Shannon and bore slightly larger proportions, with fuller breasts and wider hips, a near-perfect match to the sketches of fertility goddesses Shannon had studied in class. It brought back memories of her days in high school when, after gym class, the girls were forced to take showers before returning to class and Shannon had compared her body to those of the more developed girls. She had endured a terrible teasing by some of them.
Caroline noticed Shannon's gaze and moved next to her. "Its okay. You look wonderful," she cooed, placing her hand on the naked girl's shoulder and turning her a bit, "You should be proud."
Shannon smiled at the compliment and took one last look, then continued fumbling with the costume. As she slipped on the nightshirt, Caroline produced two more pieces of clothing: A simple green vest, and a matching skirt.
The vest was stiff (more like a corset), and fit around her mid-section so that the nightshirt was all that covered Shannon's arms and chest. The corset pulled the shirt tight across Shannon's breasts, the material feeling rough against her unprotected nipples.
The skirt wrapped around her waist and fell to the middle of her shins, with the nightshirt acting as a petticoat. Shannon turned and faced the three-sided mirror next to the rack and Caroline stood beside her, adjusting the hem of the shirt and dress.
"Well," Shannon said disappointingly, "Its not Donna Karan."
"Oh, don't sound so sad," Caroline remarked, "You'll only be wearing it for a short time today. Just be glad you didn't have to dress as a Roman slave like I did last week! I felt absolutely exposed!"
Caroline fumbled in the rack and pulled out a dress, holding it up to her chest so that Shannon could visualize it properly. The dress' neckline was deeply cut, so that it fell just below Caroline's bust line, exposing her breasts. Gold trim crisscrossed the hem and wrapped around the waist, and there were no sleeves. The hemline for the skirt was high on her legs. Shannon laughed at the ridiculous outfit.
"Oh, my God! You didn't really have to wear that, did you? Tell me you wore a top!" Shannon exclaimed.
"A top?" Caroline laughed, "Oh, no! If I had, then it would have affected the performance and Dr. Wellington would've had my hide! It's not so bad, really, and afterwards you'll realize that there's nothing to be ashamed of. After you've done a few of these, you'll get used to it."
Shannon looked again at herself in the mirror, and liked the way the corset made her breasts more pronounced.
"I think you make a wonderful peasant girl," Caroline chimed, "You can leave your things here. I'll lock the office when I take you up to the auditorium so your stuff will be safe."
"Oh!" Caroline glanced at her watch, "We're going to be late! Hurry up, let's go!"
"What about shoes?" Shannon asked.
"Don't worry about shoes. You won't need them. Come on!"
The girls climbed into Caroline's car and they drove through the wakening city to the performing arts auditorium. Shannon noticed that there were quite a few cars in the parking lot, a number of them with out-of-state license plates. Several others were obviously from a rental car fleet.
Caroline pulled around to the side of the building where Annette was waiting and Shannon climbed out of the car.
"Good morning!" Annette beamed, "I'm glad you made it! You're just in time. We have an exceptionally large audience this morning, so please don't be scared. I'm a nervous wreck and I hope it doesn't rub off on you."
Annette pushed Shannon through the stage door and waved Caroline off.
"We've gotten everything set up and the doctor has already started his presentation. I'm sorry we didn't have a chance to rehearse yesterday, but we had a number of other things to focus on, so we took a chance that you would be able to handle the pressure of the opening of your first show. How do you feel? Did you get a good night's sleep like I told you to?" Annette looked at Shannon, who nodded her head noncommittally.
"Ok, now, when the doctor calls your name, all you need to do is walk across the stage, and stand next to him. Then, simply follow his lead and he'll take over from there."
Just then, they both heard the doctor say, "Gentlemen, may I present today's participant."
"That's you, dear," Annette said, pushing Shannon towards the stage curtain, "Break a leg!"