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TARA'S NUDE OFFER
(M+/f, F/f, NC, BD, Gang, Blackmail, College)
CHAPTER 1
Tara sat there, nervously tugging at the hem of her skirt, damning herself for wearing a short skirt today of all days. When she stood it came to her knee but when she sat it rode up too far for her tastes. A modest girl, she usually only wore skirts that came below her knee or to her ankle but tonight was wash night and she only had this one available.
Normally the length of her skirt meant nothing as she sat in her cubicle, processing gifts and placing phone calls for her boss, seeing no one for days at a time. But today, of all days, she had been called into the office of her VP. Nan, the VP's secretary, had sounded nervous when she asked if Tara had been the person who had met with Tom Vanderkamp.
Yesterday, Tara's boss, Maryanne, had been running late at an off-campus meeting and asked Tara to spend time with Mr. Vanderkamp until she could get back. So Tara had done the best she could. Feeling unworthy of such an important man (Vanderkamp was rumored to be worth billions), she had stammered and felt awkward but the man seemed charmed by her. He certainly enjoyed looking at her legs in the sundress she had worn and she had let him. She also noticed him trying to look down her dress as she bent over to hand him a cup of coffee. Normally offended and embarrassed by such attention, she felt flattered that such a handsome and wealthy man would be interested in her.
But now she feared she had done something wrong. Perhaps he thought she was a whore and reported her to Jim, her VP. After all, most professional women would not have allowed a man to gawk at her legs and breasts like she had done. Or perhaps he was offended by her lack of education.
Tara thought that the latter must be true. After all, she barely finished high school. It wasn't that she wasn't smart, she was. Before leaving school after her father had died, she had been at the top of her class. But her younger brothers and sisters needed her to bring home the money. Her mother, devastated by the loss of her husband, seemed unable to find and land a job, leaving her to bring home all of the money.
When the local factory laid her off, Tara had no choice but to come to the city and try and find a job. A friend from high school was now going to the University here and told her of this entry level job in the Development Office. Tara had applied, never thinking she would get it but her and Maryanne had hit it off and she was hired. After nine months, she had established herself as a good worker who was always on time and willing to stay late for projects. She found a little apartment in a rundown but respectable neighborhood not far from the campus. Not only that, but she was able to go for her degree free of charge, taking night classes to become a teacher.
All of her money she sent home to Mama and her siblings. She kept what she needed to live but everything else went home. Her mom was getting her act together but still needed the help.
Now all of that could be up in smoke. She tried to control her breathing and keep from crying. Nan, trying not to be conspicuous looking at the girl, saw her breasts heaving inside her blouse and her legs bobbing up and down nervously. The poor dear, Nan thought, sure that Tara was getting fired. Jim didn't call office girls into his office much and usually only to be fired. Frequently he let the department heads handle it but since it dealt with Vanderkamp, the University's largest donor, Jim probably felt the need to get involved.
Nan smiled compassionately at the young girl, who was thankful for the nice gesture. She also feared the worst and wondered how she would pay her rent and get some money to her mom and siblings.
Suddenly the big wooden door opened and Jim Frigal stepped out. "Tara, thank you for coming down and seeing us, please come in," he said, stepping out into the waiting area. "Nan, can you hold all of my calls for me please."
"Yes Mr. Frigal," the secretary said as her boss slid back into his office and closed the door.
The girl stepped into the large, overbearing office and stopped just inside. She gasped when she saw Joe Vanderkamp sitting in an chair in front of the VP's large oak desk.
"Oh, hello Mr. Vanderkamp, it is a pleasure seeing you again so soon," she said, hoping to save her job.
"Yes Tara, it is very good to SEE you too," the man said, leering and smiling.
Tara felt very uncomfortable in front of this man all of a sudden and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Um, come in Tara, have a seat, please," Jim said. Tara moved towards the chair and sat down, feeling the very expensive leather under her bare thighs. She crossed her legs at the knee, cringing at the amount of skin that was still visible. She continued to cover her chest with her arms crossed in front, knowing that her nipples might be poking into the material of her blouse in this chilly office.
Jim sat behind his desk and, for the first time, Tara noticed he was looking very pale and sweating despite the cold. He looked at her uncomfortably.
"Tara, you must know that something big is happening here and that is why we are asking you to come here today," he started, speaking slowly. "You have the chance to make this University very rich and yourself too."
Tara's whole demeanor changed. Instead of slumping uncomfortably, she sat up, her breasts rising along with the rest of her body. Her arms left her chest and went right onto the armrests. She was right, her nipples were hard and poking through her blouse, drawing the attention of the two men in the room but not hers. She was interested to hear how she could make herself rich.
"Well, I can see we have your attention," Vanderkamp said, staring directly at the girl's small but round breasts and the nipples threatening to poke a hole through her blouse.
"Yes Sir," she said, oblivious to the attention her attributes were getting. "What would I have to do?"
Vanderkamp laughed but Jim remained stoic and nervous. "Well, this is very unusual but, as you may know, Mr. Vanderkamp has taken a very intense interest in you, especially after your interaction yesterday," he said. Tara got very red, thinking about her flirting. "And as you also know, Mr. Vanderkamp is extremely wealthy and generous to this University. However, many of his gifts have caveats, strings attached so to speak." The man glanced nervously at the tycoon who nodded and smiled.
"So, his next gift would have strings attached and I am involved," the girl said, causing Jim to exhale. He was glad she was semi-understanding, though he knew that she had no clue what this actually meant.
"Yes, you are very involved," Jim said. "If you come through, the University will be $20 million richer and we will be able to fund that new building and international major that we have been talking about."
Tara smiled. She was happy to help the University that had given her so much. "That is extremely generous Mr. Vanderkamp, I am honored that I can have something to do with your kindness."
The rich man snorted and looked at Jim. "Yes, you can say you are going to have something to do with this gift," Jim said. "And, Mr. Vanderkamp has decided that you will also be given $10 million for your trouble, if you are able to complete his demands completely and entirely. Any violation of the rules laid out will leave you and the University without this gift, which, as you know would leave the University in a bind and you without a job."
She started shaking again and crossed her arms over her chest again. This was starting to sound really bad and she wasn't sure she was willing to go along anymore.
"Here is the deal," Jim said softly. "Go through with it and you will make $10 million and the University will get the money it needs to further its educational future. If you are not willing to go through with this, you will lose your job and the University will not receive this very generous gift from Mr. Vanderkamp. The choice is yours but we know how much your mom and siblings can use this money."
Tara bit her lip, a sign to anyone who knew her that she was thinking intently. Finally she spoke. "What do I have to do?"
Neither man spoke, letting the pressure of the situation settle before Jim spoke. "You must spend the next year naked and in service to Mr. Vanderkamp."
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