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CHAPTER 7
Tara took the mugs offered by her boss and went back into the lion's den. She was happy to see only Tonya there, the rest of the women away at lunch. The girl looked from her work and gave the nude girl a disgusted look but said nothing. Tara went right to her task, bending over to fill two mugs of water. But she could not help the tears that came as her former friend ignored her.
She started walking to the door but stopped, feeling even more naked than before. "You know Tonya, I expected to get shit about my decision from a bitch like Stacey or a hard ass like Norma, but I thought I could depend on you," she said, not hiding her tears. "I guess I was wrong about our friendship."
With that she pushed the door open and walked out. Tara desperately wanted to get control of herself before interacting with Maryanne. She wasn't sure why but it looked like Maryanne was going to be watching her for any sign of her nudity being a lie. She stopped crying as she pushed the door open to her office and wiped away her tears before continuing into Maryanne's office for lunch.
She was right about having to be on guard. The whole lunch she felt her boss' eyes on her, sizing her up, from her toes to her hair and back. Tara even felt odd doing something normal like crossing her legs and did not do so, keeping her feet spread as she sat, her slit on full display. Occasionally, as they ate, the older woman would ask question about her religion and the nude girl would have to come up with something on the fly.
The 30 minutes was very uncomfortable, even though they ate lunch together three or four times a week. Usually they laughed and chatted about life but not today. Maryanne was serious, taking on an authoritative role over the young girl.
Finally the older woman finished her sandwich. As was typical, Tara had barely eaten half and she wrapped it up to bring home for dinner.
"By the way Tara, Jim called to tell me you will be moving out of your office," she said offhand.
"What," she asked, her stomach doing cartwheels.
"Yeah, something about restructuring. You are moving in with the other office girls but still working for me. I hope that's okay."
Tara's knees started shaking but she nodded. "Sure, whatever, that's fine."
"That will be nice for you, to be with the other girls and socialize more," Maryanne continued. "Sometimes I worry about you all cooped up here. And now your religion will be more on display."
The young nude nodded and went back her desk. She looked down and saw her breasts bouncing up and down on her frame, her breath out of control from the thought of dealing with the crazy bitches in the office. Oh God, how am I going to make it like this for a year, she thought for the 100 th time.
The rest of the day dragged by. Of course she was visited by nearly every maintenance man and tech person in the building, all seeming to need to check something near her desk, in her office or under her desk. She knew her slit had been seen by dozens of people already and knew this was just the beginning. Her nipples were threatening to burst out of her chest they were so hard and aching. Could this keep up for a year, she wondered.
Finally she saw it was 5 o'clock and gathered her stuff, what little there was of it. Just her small purse (which would cover next to nothing) and her lunch bag. Tara padded over in her bare feet over to Maryanne's door, knocked and entered to say goodbye.
"Oh good Tara, I am glad you are here," the woman said. "I just talked to Jim and he said I have to make you do some things every day. I am so glad I caught you before you left because I would have had to call you back."
The nude girl flinched, knowing this wasn't going to be good for her. "Whatever you need Maryanne, you know that," she said.
"Excellent. Put your stuff down on the floor and masturbate to orgasm for me," the woman said nonchalantly.
Tara's eyes flew open as did her mouth. She could not believe that her boss and friend was asking her to do such a thing.
"Please Maryanne, you can't be asking me to do this."
"Why, your religion believes in no modesty, or so Jim says," Maryanne said. "So, masturbating here for me should be no problem. Or is this religion of yours just a ruse to keep Jim from firing you like everyone says it is?"
Tara moved quickly. She dropped her purse and lunch onto the chair and began to move her right hand down to her slit. Despite her humiliation, she got wet quickly as she fingered herself in front of someone for the second time that day. As she slid two fingers of her right hand inside of her sex, her left hand played with her clit which had gotten bigger and popped out of its sheath. She was close to cumming and her breathing got heavier and more shallow. Just then, the office door opened and Stacey, the girl who had harassed her earlier, walked in.
"Good, I didn't miss it," she said evilly. Tara's orgasm lost its momentum with the interruption and she had to start nearly from the beginning, this time with her rival inches away, drinking in the whole scene.
The nude girl was again humiliated deeper than she believed possible. But her body betrayed her again, beginning its ascent towards orgasm. Her legs began to quiver, her sex was sloppy and wet and the sound of her fingers squelching in and out filled the room.
A low, guttoral moan escaped her as the orgasm hit her hard. Her whole body bucked and her eyes flew open as it hit her, forcing her to make eye contact with the evil Stacey, who grinned at her, knowing she had forced her to a new low. Despite it, Tara's whole body felt this orgasm, more deeply than any before, her humiliation only adding to the intensity. Finally the orgasm crested and subsided and tears flowed out of her eyes, startling the two women who quickly recovered.
"Excellent, you will need to begin the day and end the day by doing that," Maryanne said. "If I am not available, Stacey here will be. You must do it in front of an audience, is that understood?"
Tara nodded. "And don't forget, tomorrow, report for work in the area of the other office girls," Maryanne said.
"Yes, we are really looking forward to it," Stacey said. "Oh, and by the way, you can take your fingers out of your pussy slut."
The nude girl quickly removed her fingers, temporarily forgetting they were there. She gathered her stuff and walked out, followed by the laughter of her boss and co-worker.
Her masturbation show had served one purpose as the halls were more empty than at 5. Still, many people were leaving the building and all of them pasted their eyes on the nude girl, most noticing the telltail signs of arousal still present. Her nipples were hard and puffy, her pussy lips were red and wet and there was some moisture stuck to her thighs. Anyone nearby could smell her sex as well.
Finally she got to her car and drove away from the awful campus, the terrible people who seemed happy to humiliate her. She could not wait to get home and climb under her comforter and be covered and sleep this day away. She knew she would be naked tomorrow again but that was then. She had to forget about today and a cup of tea and an early bedtime would accomplish that.
She barely noticed the people staring as she drove through the small town, except for the few people in SUVs and trucks who had a total view of her nudity. How weird it felt to be driving naked, feeling the smooth fabric under her bare butt and legs and against her bare back and her bare feet on the pedals. It took some getting used to but she put Norah Jones on the CD player and tried to relax.
She pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex and the butterflies in her stomach turned into buffalos. Tara lived in a highrise apartment building, with 20 floors and people coming and going at all times. This was going to be a daily exercise in humiliation and she feared that someone might see her and take advantage of her. Please God, get me through this.
The nude girl turned the car off, grabbed her stuff, and slid out. She felt the warm blacktop under her feet, a welcome change from the cool tile in her office. So far no one was out in the parking lot, but her luck changed as another car came in just as she crossed the entrance to go into the lobby. There the front desk attendant looked up from his paper and nearly spit out his drink.
"Miss, what are you doing?"
Tara blushed. "Joe, it's me, Tara, from 14C."
"Tara, Jesus, what the hell are you doing without clothes on? You could get arrested and in a lot of trouble."
The nude girl gulped but stood her ground. "Joe, I have declared myself a religious nudist. I am not going to wear clothes again."
The young man sat there, shocked to hear that the hottest woman in the building was going to be walking around naked for the foreseeable future. In his mind, this job just raised itself several notches.
"Well, I guess that explains the men that were here earlier," he said.
The nude girl turned back from where she was waiting for the elevator. She had been satisfied that only her butt was on display that way but her surprise got the better of her.
"Men? What men?"
"Oh, someone named Tom Vanderkamp came by with some workmen to make some alterations on your apartment," he said. "They had all of the necessary papers and your signature."
Oh God, what had they done? "Oh, okay, I didn't realize they would be here so soon," she lied.
Just then the elevator doors opened and thankfully it was empty. But her bad luck continued as someone entered the lobby just then, a dog on a leash leading the way.
"HOLD THE ELEVATOR!" Unconsciously the naked girl put her arm in between the door and a dog followed by a 30-something man entered the elevator.
"Holy shit, what the hell…"
"I'm sorry, don't be offended, but I am a religious nudist," she said quickly. She was so intent on the man that she didn't see the dog coming closer under she felt the wet nose pressing against her bare sex. "AHEEEEEEE!" The naked girl jumped, pushing the dog away from her.
"Bad dog, bad dog," the owner said, pulling on the leash. Tara was now pressed up against the back corner of the elevator, praying that she would soon be alone. But the man pressed 17, meaning he and the pervert dog would be on the elevator when she got off.
"Religious nudist huh, fascinating," the man said, his eyes never leaving her body, alternating between her bare breasts and pussy. "So you are going to be naked forever?"
The girl nodded her head but added, "but you never know, my religious feelings could change sometime in the future."
"Naked all the time. In the winter, in the snow, in the rain in the ice? Wow…that is devotion."
Finally, mercifully, they had arrived at her floor. She slid past the dog and the gawking owner, uttering a quiet goodbye, and headed down the hall to her little apartment. She got to her door, took her key and pushed in, praying for some sanctuary. But one look around the room caused her to cry out, "no, not here too."
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