Where was Donna? She was supposed to meet Crysta at their dorm room for
dinner, but she was already half an hour late. This is the monthly
"bottomless feast" at the dining hall, where all the guests arrive
bottomless, and a contest is held to see who is wearing the shortest
"decent" dress or shirt. "decent" means it covers at
least some part of the sex organ. The feast and the contest is open to
both boys and girls, and it's very popular, so it's hard to find a seat.
It's customary to sit on someone else's lap, though, and groping is
allowed. In fact, it's a good place to go if you want your pussy rubbed or
licked (if you're a girl) or your dick sucked (if you're a boy). Crysta
has been disappointed that she never won this competition, so she was wearing
her shortest outfit yet -- a belly shirt with fringe that comes down to her
clean-shaven pussy to satisfy the requirement that part of it be covered.
Getting fidgety, because her roommate was so tardy, she started picking up
things from Donna's desk. What's this? Her diary is unlocked.
She called it her "journal", but make no mistake, it's a diary.
Maybe she wanted me to read it, Crysta thought. Opening it to today's
date, she saw a long entry.
Oh look! Here's an ad for a secretary at an insurance company. I
can do that.
I'm calling this number to get the details. Interviews held today,
must be cheerful, obedient, no experience necessary. I've got the address,
room 101, it's on the first floor, I'm on my way.
On arriving, I enter a busy professional building. Room 101 has a
window facing the hallway, where a receptionist opens a glass window and asks if
I'm here for the secretarial job. I say yes, and she hands me a clipboard
with an employment application on it. She tells me to read it carefully,
then fill it out. I take the clipboard, but she doesn't let go. She
looks at me solemnly and repeats: read it carefully, then fill it out. She reminds me that cheerfulness and obedience are the
two most important characteristics they're looking for, then lets go of the
clipboard. Suddenly I'm embarrassed for her, because I can see she isn't
wearing any panties under her minidress.
I say thanks, take the clipboard, and look for a place to sit. I notice all four
the seats in the hallway are taken by other girls filling out their
applications. I'm shocked to see one of the girls isn't wearing any
panties, and her dress is very short. I had no idea this was such a
popular style nowadays. Then I notice another girl removing
her shirt. She drapes it over the arm of the chair, and continues filling
out the application, topless. I'll admit I'm more than a little turned on by this, and I want
to ask them why they're dressed this way, but I don't want to seem naive, so I
don't say anything. Besides, I need a place to sit. I go back to the
window to ask the receptionist, and
she suggests the bench on the sidewalk outside the building.
I think it's a bit odd, but I go out anyway, and sit on the bench. It's
at a bus stop, and it faces the street, but no one is there now. I sit
down, and focus my attention on the job application. It seems to have all
the usual questions. Name, address, etc. I fill these out. End
of section 1. So far, so good.
Now for section 2. The instructions state that only applicants who
answer "yes" to the questions in section 2 can be accepted. If
you are able to answer "yes" to all the questions, you should feel
proud, and look forward to the highly likely prospect of working for this
company, but if not, you shouldn't feel bad, but you just aren't suited to
employment at this company. OK, I figure I can just answer "yes"
to the questions, and move on to the next section.
Am I willing to follow all instructions? Yes.
Am I willing to dress in accordance with company policy? Yes.
Am I willing to undergo a physical exam right now? Oh, I'm not sure I'm
ready for that, but what the heck... Yes.
Will I remain cheerful no matter what? Yes.
That's the end of page two. No problems so far.
Now for section 3. Business attire. Pants aren't allowed, only
dresses. If you wore pants to the job interview, please remove them now,
and place them on the seat beside you, and then check this box. Your
shirt, if you wore one, will serve as a short dress for today's interview.
I look left and right. No one is looking at me. My heart is
racing. Do I really want this job? Yes, I do. What am I
wearing under my jeans? Panties. Should be no problem -- I'll have
my shirt and panties on. I've worn less to the beach, and no one looked
twice. I look around again, then quickly take off my
jeans and lay them over the armrest of the bench. I hope no one sits down
next to me. I pull my shirt down over my hips as far as it will go, and
keep my legs together so the people walking and driving by me won't get too good
a view. I check the box, and turn the page.
Now for section 4. The physical exam. Due to a large number of
applicants, and the lack of changing rooms, it is necessary for girls to remove
their panties while they are filling out the application. Check here if
this is OK, then continue filling out this form. I have to remove my
panties right here, on the street? Let me see if my shirt covers me if I
pull it down. Yes, I suppose it does. Again I look around, and
quickly remove my panties, and lay them on top of my jeans. I cross my
legs to hide my pussy from view, and check the box. Since I'm completely
shaven, no one will see anything except my bare belly as long as I keep my legs
crossed. Just then, a man
wearing a lab coat comes out to check on me. He looks at me and says he
can tell I'm not ready for the
physical yet, but he'll be back in five minutes or so to check on me
again. He says it's very important that I stay on the bench. I say
thanks, and before I know it, he's taken my jeans and panties, and fled the
scene.
Now I'm sitting on a public bench wearing just a very short shirt that
doesn't cover any of my butt, and just barely covers my crotch while I'm leaning
forward and holding it in place. I feel so exposed. I hope this ordeal is over soon.
Deep breath. Next question. Please be prepared to indicate your
willingness to participate in the physical exam by sitting with your knees
apart. Check here if this is OK. No, this is NOT OK, if I spread my
knees apart then everyone and his brother will see my pussy. This is a
public street! That's
it. I don't need this job that bad. I get up, and go back into the
building. I hand the clip board to the receptionist, and tell her I've
decided against applying for the job. I'm so mad I don't even notice my
shirt covers my breasts and my belly button and not much more than that.
She takes the clipboard, and says thank you anyway for considering employment
with our company. Then I remember I need my clothes, but the receptionist
won't talk to me any more.
I look around, and I see all the girls waiting for interviews are now
bottomless, and in fact two of them are naked. What's more, three of them
are sitting with their legs over the arms of their chairs, their pussies wide
open and on display. The other girl is rubbing her pussy, and I can see
she's ready to cum. Curious, I go over to her, and ask her why she's masturbating
in public. She says it's for the physical exam. You have to cum once
and then sit with your legs apart before they can see you. It's right here
on page five of the application form. I realize I didn't read that far. But I'm having trouble cumming, and
I'm afraid I won't get the job. I hate to ask you, but could you help me?
You want me to rub your pussy? The girl was very beautiful, and her
pussy was pink and wet. It was very attractive.
No, lick it. Can you do that?
Well I suppose so, I say. The girl leaned back, and relaxed her legs,
allowing her pussy to open up even further. The pink folds of her flesh
were really very attractive,
I must admit. I started licking it, and noticed how sweet it tasted. Harder she says. So I lick a bit harder. She pulls on
my shirt, which bothers me at first because the shirt was my only item of
clothing, and I needed to be covered up. But then it dawns on me that my ass
has been totally on
display to anyone who walks by, so I just let her pull. She's got it
bunched around my armpits, which is uncomfortable, so I just raise my arms and
let her pull it off me while I keep licking. Harder she says again.
I lick her harder, and rub her belly and breasts. Oh, oh, she says, lick me everywhere. She slides
forward on the chair, and spreads her legs apart even wider, presenting her
clean, pink asshole to me. I get the idea, and lick in circles around her asshole,
and the strip of skin between it and her pussy.
That's perfect, she says, keep doing that. Suddenly I feel someone else's
tongue on my asshole. But I don't stop licking, because I can tell
she's about to cum. Oh, that feels good. I spread my legs apart a
bit more, and I feel the licking slurp down to my pussy, and back up to my
asshole. It felt sooo good, I relaxed my pussy and my asshole, to let the
unknown tongue penetrate both regions as it alternated from one to the
other. Oh, Oh, we both say, in unison. A wave of excitement washes
over me as I cum. I hold onto my new girlfriend to brace myself as my
muscles melt under the pressure of one orgasm after another, and I find that
she's feeling the same way. I finish with four or five long slurps from
asshole to vagina, and feel her quiver under me. Thank you, she says. I turn around to
see a beautiful redhead in a minidress was the one who got me off. Thank
you I say to her, and then I realize it's the receptionist. She hands me
the clip board, and says I should go to room 104 for my interview. What
about my physical exam, I ask. I just performed it, says the receptionist,
now go to room 104. Can I have my clothes back? After the interview,
she insists, pushing me in the direction of room 104.
Still clutching the clip board, I head in the direction she pointed.
The door is open, so I go in. The room is empty, save for a desk and a
chair. I sit in the chair, my hands in my lap, and wait. Within
about a minute, a man dressed in a suit enters the room, and sits behind the
desk. He reaches over the desk, and offers me a handshake. I stand
to shake his hand, and I notice he's looking at my pussy. He says I did a
nice job shaving, and it's almost like I'm not naked, because with my legs
together, he can't see anything. I think this is a test of my cheerfulness
or something, so I spread my legs apart to let him see my pussy. I just
came, so it is still bright pink and dripping wet. Oh,
that's OK, he says, can your legs together if you feel more comfortable. In fact,
you could have
kept your clothes on, if you wanted to, he says. Not according to this form, I say,
holding out the clip board. Then he asks me if I remember the instructions
the receptionist gave me. I think back, and say yes, I remember. She
said to read the form carefully, then fill it out.
So did you read it carefully first? Yes, I say. All of it?
Well, I never got past page 4, because that's when I got fed up with it, and I
came back here for my clothes. Read it now, then he says. I turn to the last
page, and read: After you've read this form, please answer all the questions,
but do not remove any clothing. Apparently you didn't follow those
instructions, he says.
Shock! Here I am naked, and this is totally unnecessary! He
laughs and hands me the shirt that was ripped off my back by that girl as I made
her cum. I feel so embarrassed as I put on my shirt. My
embarrassment causes my pussy to puff up and open, and he can see that
reaction. He says, I see embarrassment excites you. I try to pull
the front of my shirt over my wet, swollen pussy, then when that fails, I change
the subject.
Do I still get the job? Yes, on three conditions, he says. Anything, just
name them. First, he says, you will go out there and help at least one other
applicant achieve orgasm. I did it once, and I can do it again. I
like to help people, so no problem. Second, we keep your jeans and
panties, which means you must go home bottomless. OK, I can do that, I can
pull the front of my shirt over my lap when I'm sitting, and I'm so smooth
shaven that you can't see anything from the front when I have my legs
together. I should be able to do that. What's the third thing?
And third, he says, you agree to work bottomless, like you are now. Well,
I've come this far without my bottom, I think I can get used to it, especially
if it's expected of me. As I leave the
room, I'm aware my shirt has ruffles at the bottom that caress my butt crack,
teasing anyone who sees me from behind. To be nice to my new boss, I part
my legs and lean forward just enough so he can see my pussy tongue poking out
between my lips, and I blow him a kiss.
When I get back into the hallway, I see a naked boy with his hands over his
face. What's the matter, I ask him, stroking his head gently. He
takes his hands off his face, and looks up at me. When he sees I'm
bottomless his dick stiffens noticeably. I spread my legs apart, and get
closer to him. Without any prompting, he reaches under my shirt, lifting
it over my tits, and massages my nipples to full firmness. Within a few
seconds, his dick is fully firm, too. I massage his muscly chest, and
kneel on the chair facing him. He moves his hands around to my back, and
massages my back and ass, poking a finger in my asshole, which really turns me
on. My pussy is so wet now, and aching for more stimulation. He puts
the tip of his long dick in my pussy, but I lift myself off it, move it back a notch,
and let him enter my asshole. It's too dry to go in, so I take his whole
dick in my pussy to get it wet, then put it back in my asshole, and let it slide
in and out as I rub my pussy against his abdomen. Mmmm
that feels good, sliding up and down, leaving a glistening trail of my love
juice from his balls to belly button. I rub my breasts hard into his chest
and grab him and push. I relax my asshole completely to allow me to take
all of him. I let out a scream as I cum, and I can feel him
pulsing at the same time. I squeeze him out of my asshole, and press my
moist pussy into his semi-firm dick one last time, feeling the warm afterglow of
our love. I leave him with a tender kiss on the lips, and a pat on his
buff chest, before I turn tail and exit the building. Now back in the
sunshine, I'm aware of some odd looks from passers-by, and I realize my shirt is
still hiked up over my breasts. I pull it down, so it almost covers my
bright pink pussy and tingling asshole. It's a nice day so I walk home,
and who cares if anyone sees that I'm bottomless? I'm so happy I got the
job!
When Donna came in the door, Crysta dropped the book on her desk. Donna
looked stunning in a black micro-minidress.
"What are you doing?" Donna asked, looking at Crysta's pussy, which
was
swollen and red.
"You were reading my journal!" Donna lunged at her roommate, and
swiped it out of her hands. She closed the lock, and laid it on her desk.
"No, I was about to, I admit, but I didn't read anything, I swear,"
she lied again. Like Pinocchio's nose, Crysta's pussy became more swollen
every time she lied.
Donna let it pass. She took off her thong panties, and threw them on the
floor. She took a deep breath as she felt the breeze between her
legs. She pushed the hem of her dress against her pussy to gauge the
coverage -- it came down exactly even with her pussy. "Let's go," she said, and started for the door before she
lost her nerve. She knew the back of her dress came down exactly even with
her butt hole, leaving the bottoms of her cheeks exposed. And if she
forgot to keep her legs together, her pussy would be clearly visible from the
back. These thoughts made her feel both horribly exposed and very excited,
and she took comfort from the knowledge that she would be in the company of many
bottomless boys and girls this evening. Together, the two
beautiful girls left their room, ready and primed for another
adventure.