PART 4
The deliveries went off without a hitch. Her face was burning with shame but
surprisingly few people mentioned her nudity...it was as if they were used to
it.
Truthfully they were used to it. For the past four years, bottomless women had
been delivering the packages at the company, ever since Fowdi had convinced the
high ups to let him.
Sure they looked, some longer than others. This one was especially pretty, with
a cute little ass, a very prominent mound and bare slit. Very impressive.
Kelli wondered how she had missed this when Jane and the other girls before her
had paraded around the office mostly naked. Then she remembered that the
packages were dropped off to Margaret on their floor and she was way in the
back. But she hadn't even noticed that Jane was bottomless behind the
receptionist desk...was she that unobservant?
Though she didn't know it, her co-workers had hid Jane from Kelli during her
time there...everyone knew that she was being groomed for that position and no
one needed her to know the truth. Their boss' happiness was too important.
She had been surprised to find Margaret's desk empty when she arrived. She
hesitated but left the packages on the desk for her. Kelli had no idea that her
immediate supervisor was under Fowdi's desk sucking on the man's soft cock at
that very moment.
Finally the cart was empty. She had been surprised that no one tried to grope
her and she had even been helped by one of the men on the floor where the three
big packages were delivered. Everyone had looked (a lot) but surprisingly no one
had touched.
Finally she went back to her desk and figured out how to take the calls back
from the call forwarding. She went back at it for the next hour until she felt
her stomach start to rumble. She had skipped breakfast this morning, too nervous
about her meeting with Mr. Fowdi. Now she was hungry and wanted lunch.
Tentatively, she picked up the phone and called Margaret again. This time, Mr.
Fowdi answered.
"Sorry Sir, but I was looking for Margaret," Kelli said. The sound of the girl's
voice gave a rise to the man's cock, which was still lodged between the very
tired lips of his administrative assistant.
"Margaret is unavailable right now," the man said, smirking down at the woman
under his desk.
"Oh, ok Sir, I was just wondering if I could come up and get my skirt and shoes
so I could go to lunch."
She heard laughter coming from the other end of the phone. "You want your skirt
back? I'm sorry, is it 5 already?"
"No sir, but I have to go out and pick up my lunch...I didn't bring one today.
So I was hoping to get my bottoms back so I could go out."
"No, sorry you can't have them back. Enjoy your lunch though and I will have
Margaret handle the calls."
"But--," CLICK! There was nothing but a dial tone on the phone. Kelli started to
cry, not knowing what to do. She was so hungry but she wasn't able to go out to
lunch.
She looked out at the street beyond the lobby, which was getting more crowded
with workers heading to lunch. They stopped briefly to look at her pussy and
legs but most moved on quickly. There was a guy standing there off to the side
who seemed to be doing nothing on his lunch hour but watching her. She was
uncomfortable but tried to ignore him...pretty girls get used to stares but
usually on their own terms. This was definitely not on her terms.
On the street, she saw several vendors selling hot dogs and sandwichs. She only
wanted something little. She reached into her box and grabbed her purse. She had
no choice but to go out onto a public street and get something to eat...she knew
her body well enough to know that she had to eat something or she would pass
out.
She turned in her swivel chair and walked out into the lobby, the cold, smooth
tile feeling odd against her bare feet. The breeze of the outside drafting
through the lobby onto her bare legs and slit. She could not believe what she
was about to do.
She walked as quickly as she could through the people gathered in the lobby.
They were surprised to see her walking around...Jane rarely left the desk and
she was usually crying.
Kelli pushed through the spinning doors and went outside. The reaction she
received out there was completely different than the nonchalance she had been
getting inside. People stopped in their tracks, many pointed and gawed. She
spotted several young men, probably around her age, cross the street after she
was pointed out to them.
She closed her eyes for a second but gathered her resolve and kept going to
where the hot dog vendor stood on the corner under his umbrella. The stand was
crowded, she was about eighth in line, and she stood there in her place as if
everything was normal.
But everything was far from normal. She was bottomless and barefoot on a busy
public street and she was drawing lots of attention. Besides the eight business
people ahead of her, several of whom were now blatantly turned towards her, she
figured there must be bearly two dozen people just looking at her beautiful
legs, ass and sex.
Finally the line moved a bit and there were just two men ahead of her. Both
looked at each other and motioned for her to pass in front. She smiled in thanks
although she knew they just wanted a better look at her assets. She didn't
care...what was some more exposure as long as she could get what she needed and
head back to the relative safety of her desk.
"Yes young lady, what can I do for you?"
The hot dog vendor was a bit perplexed by all of the attention. He could not see
the girl below the waist and, although she was very pretty, she was far from the
kind of beauty that could draw this kind of crowd.
"A hot dog with mustard and onions, a bag of chips and a diet coke please," she
said softly.
"Coming up," he said, turning to get the dog out of the bin. Meanwhile, the
whistles and the catcalls got louder. Kelli closed her eyes and choked back a
sob.
"Why all the attention Miss," the man asked her kindly. "I mean you are very
nice looking but why so many gawkers?"
Kelli gulped and realized that he might be the only person in a five-mile radius
that did not know she was naked from the waist down.
"Well, I guess it's because I'm not wearing my skirt, panties or shoes," she
said softly, her cheeks burning in shame at having to say the words.
The man's face dropped and his mouth opened wide in surprise. "Now why would a
pretty girl like you, who seems so nice, walk around like that?"
"It's a initiation at work, you know, I have to prove myself worthy," she said,
lying again through her teeth. "It'll all be better tomorrow, just have to get
through it."
The man's face softened. If she was okay with it, so was he. "Well, can I get a
look at what everyone else is seeing."
The girl nodded and took two steps back. The man leaned out of the cart and
lowered his gaze to her bare slit.
"Excellent...real nice," he said, seemingly in awe of her beautiful cunt. "This
lunch is on the house."
He wrapped up the hot dog and put it in a bag with the chips and soda and handed
it to the girl. She smiled, thanked him and walked quickly back to her office.
The hard sidewalk felt so strange to her in the city...this was not supposed to
be happening...she was a college graduate and here she was naked on the street,
just trying to save her job.
She hurried back inside and sat down at her desk. She went to cross her legs by
instinct but remembered the rules and quickly put both bare feet onto the floor
beneath her desk, her knees spread apart. She opened the bag and began to eat,
looking forward to the feeling of food in her stomach.
She had just taken her first bite. She saw the number on the caller ID was
Margaret so she answered.
"Yes, Mr. Fowdi thinks you have taken enough time for lunch so I am forwarding
the calls back to you," an out-of-breath Margaret said.
"But I just got back to my desk, it's only been 20 minutes," she began.
"Sorry Kelli, but Mr. Fowdi is the boss," Margaret said. "Here come the calls.
And I wouldn't answer the phones with your mouth full...that will earn some
punishments."
"Ok, thanks for the advice," the disappointed girl said. She had gone out into
public for nothing. She quickly wrapped up her hot dog again, put the chips back
into the bag and picked up the ringing phone.
