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That and I insisted he visit BIKERSPLACETWO and see what has me so amped.

Losing my dress, bra and panties was bad enough, even though it led to sex and a relationship with Chris. Losing the shirt I borrowed from him sucked, but getting caught by Security was worse. Especially since I knew Dave, one of the Security Officers with a partner named Eric.

No, scratch that.

Worse was...

Getting caught naked in the stairwell by Security, being zip-tied buck naked by two other Officers, then fondled, rubbed and fingered, that's what really sucked. Then I was handed off to Dave and Eric who dragged me to the Security office where I was pushed onto a chair that was not cleared of whatever. As something pushed its way against my wet, soaked pussy lips and nearly entered me, I couldn't do a thing because I was dizzy with arousal thanks to my entire ENF situation.

Not to mention being fingered to the cusp of orgasm just moments ago.

I stifled a gasp as whatever the unwanted item was, it parted my lips, pushed almost into my pussy, and then both Eric and Dave moved to talk to each other away from me. Of all the porn I have read, watched and viewed, this was unmatched and extraordinary. I tried to shift with my hands bound behind my naked body and gasped, as whatever the object was, it actually pushed an inch or so inside me. I couldn't help it or stop myself from moaning. Both Dave and Eric turned to stare at me, Dave was wide eyed, but Eric had that look the horny guys get in certain bondage comics.

Eric came right up to me, I swear on my fucking life, and said "You're a naughty slut huh?" I was helpless to resist as with a wicked grin, he slowly pushed whatever it was further inside my pussy. My body betrayed me as I lost it in a blinding, numbing orgasm and blacked out.

When I gathered some of my senses, I was dizzy, dazed and delirious with sexual arousal. I was overwhelmed, my senses overloaded, my body felt like it was humming, and I just held Eric as he fucked me.

WAIT WHAT?

I tensed...

Eric was fucking me?

I was in some kind of supply room, a small, compact room with shelves of office supplies on both sides of us. Eric was still in his uniform, pants and underwear at his knees, and fucking me right there on the floor of the supply room. I didn't scream, yell or complain. Who knows, maybe I should have? I just moved my hands up to...

My hands?

Eric must have taken off the zip-tie.

I held Eric, a tall, good looking man about 25 with short black hair and grey eyes. The good news is I was closer to passing the slut test I mentioned in the last chapter. Eric was really giving it to me and I was happy to get fucked, but moody that I hadn't been part of the discussion of him fucking me. Eric's cock throbbed inside me, he huffed "My whole life I've wanted to fuck a slut" and I sighed as he grunted then came inside me.

I didn't cum, I wasn't in the mood.

Eric pulled out of me, and the look on his face said it all. He realized what he had just done to me. Blinking rapidly and blushing, Eric knocked some things off a shelf, shoved a small dusting cloth at me to wipe up, and used another on his drizzling cock. He sat on a box and apologized at least 10 times before I sighed and asked "How about we make a deal?" Eric said "Anything. I am so sorry. When I saw you there with that flashlight in your... in... in you..."

Flashlight? Damn.

I closed my eyes.

I was almost certain I could pass the slut test.

Running around naked in the building, flashlight in my pussy, gang banged by several executives, all kinds of condiments on my body back on ‘Lingerie Day'. Oh yeah, screwing my married boss and now, getting fucked by a Security Officer in some kind of supply room.

I don't count the sex with Chris, we're dating now and I liked it.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm a slut now.

If not, I have to be real close, right?

I said "Erase or delete any footage of me, and what happened in here never happened." Eric was staring at me so I said "I'm not a bitch Eric. I let you finish, did not scream or fight, but you know you did not have my consent. I will give it to you after the fact if you make all of this go away." Eric nodded "Anything Stacy. I just think you're so hot and... you know what? I'm sorry and I have no excuse." I stood, so did Eric, and his face showed true regret. I sighed then said "I'm trying to understand things since the ‘Lingerie Day' fiasco. If you fix all of this and let me think, I will forget any of this happened." Eric blinked as he stared at my naked body, then started going through boxes until he handed me an oversized t-shirt with the logo from our corporate sponsored 10K back in March.

I stood there as Dave, Eric and a woman who kept glaring at Eric deleted the footage of me getting dragged naked and zip-tied through the office. I didn't argue when the woman named Brenda, apparently a Supervisor, said she had gotten the memo about me.

Memo?

What memo?

I read it twice and still couldn't believe it. Gary wasn't joking when he said he would put it out there that I might be conducting more ‘challenges'. I sighed. So essentially I had a blank slate regarding any exposure or nudity.

It didn't make sense, it seemed too easy, but if it was true... God!

As I rode the elevator in nothing but the oversized 10K shirt, otherwise naked as the day I was born, my body hummed with the possibilities of exposing myself. After a quick stop to pee and wipe myself up down there, I marched right into Gary's office, shut and locked his door, and his eyes lit up as soon as I stripped off the t-shirt. Gary was working at his tie but I gasped "Skip it. I need to get laid."

If I ever wonder if I'm hot, Gary gladly reminds me!

An hour later, after a hot shower and great sex, I was at my desk in a cute knee length, light blue, sleeveless dress and brand new lingerie Gary had sent someone to buy for me. Gary was happy, I sure was, and I was working on reports when Chris coughed and said "Hi." I stood, came around the desk, and hugged him, then kissed him romantically. He sighed after the kiss and said "Wow. Cool. I was worried that..." I kissed him softly then said "Listen handsome, I don't play with emotions. How we met is no one's business, but I meant every word that you will be sleeping in my bed, or me in yours."

Gary came out and said "Stacy, I need you to... oh, uh... sorry." I was still holding Chris when I asked "Gary, would it be possible for you to hire Chris on permanently and maybe put him somewhere we can see each other through the day?" Gary blinked, then asked "Chris? What do you do? I take it you're an intern?" Chris gently eased away from me, shook hands with Gary, then shook his head and said "No. I was hired for the new research team, but mostly all they have me do is sit in a temporary office and look at reports." I smiled at Gary, he blushed, then cleared his throat and said "Well. I was thinking about promoting Stacy, and she'll need an assistant. How quickly can you get up to speed?"

I smiled, stared at Gary, and Chris said "I always do my best."

Well, then I sighed... of course.

Look, I haven't gotten the results back from my slut test, and I'm pretty sure I'll make the cut, but I still feel things like love and romance. I don't sleep around... mostly... and I feel feelings, so yeah. Gary and Chris went into his office and I stood there until Gary shouted "Stacy? We can't do this without you."

See? Now that's what I like to hear!

We were in Gary's office, he was going on and on about this and that, and to be honest, I wasn't listening. I was trying to keep from fucking them both as VIVID thoughts of being naked in the stairwell filled my naughty brain.

I sighed "I need to get fucked" and then silence.

Blushing, I asked "I said that out loud?"

Both Chris and Gary nodded, so I moved to hold Chris and said "I don't lie, I won't lie. Chris, I'm fucking Gary." Gary inhaled, Chris blinked rapidly, and I continued "Gary, Chris is my man and I will do anything to make him happy." Chris and Gary looked at each other and then I said "Each of you know part of this, now you both are going to know all of it and I expect the two of you to keep my secrets." Gary brushed by Chris and I, locked his door, then put his finger to his lips and practically shoved us both into his huge bathroom that I only found out about last week.

Assuming we were about to have a hot fucking threesome, I had my dress off and was working at my new bra when Chris smiled and Gary asked "Stacy, what are you doing?" I stopped with my bra unclasped, blushed, then muttered " I just thought..." Chris held me, kissed me softly, and I sighed as Gary grinned "If we're all being honest, I could never get sick of seeing you naked and..." I gasped "That was my point. I don't know why, except maybe blaming BIKER for putting naughty ideas in my brain, but suddenly nothing compares to the thrill of exposing myself."

Gary asked "BIKER? Who's BIKER?"

At the same time, Chris asked "So you were serious? You're an exhibitionist?"

I blinked "Yes. That."

They were both staring at me, so I said "Gary, I promise to show you who BIKER is, but he's this artist who draws cheesecake style pinups with sexy women who seem to lose their clothes." Gary's eyes widened as I said to Chris "I've always liked attention, to flirt and tease, but the mind blowing ‘Lingerie Day' a couple of weeks ago crossed my wires or something. Then spending a week going to shows and conventions and in meetings wearing nothing but a micro sling I think I blew a fuse. Now all I can think about is exposing myself and I don't know whether to fully embrace it or seek help. I'm horny all the fucking time."

Gary was opening and closing his mouth as Chris just stared at me. A lusty, desire filled stare. I exhaled and said to Gary, "As long as you protect me, try to be flexible with my issue, and treat me like you always have, I will fuck you daily." Gary leaned back against the huge sink and smiled. I realized he was holding my bra, so I slipped my panties down and off, handed them to Chris, then flirted "It's only fair." I was naked, aroused, horny and ready to fuck, but I dug deep and said to Chris "If you forgive my exposure and love me, I swear right now you will be the only man I sleep with and trust me babe, you want me in your bed."

Chris handed my panties to Gary then kissed me hungrily.

Chris's hands were all over my wanton body and I was pulling at his clothes as Gary stripped in record time. As Chris finished undressing, Gary pressed against me, I purred "Mmmm..." as he rubbed his hard dick against my soaked slit, then he pushed slowly into me as I gripped him and moaned. I tried to focus on the details like when Chris took my anal virginity and exploded my body and mind in a blackout level orgasm when he started fucking me in the ass. I was now officially a porn star thanks to double penetration and told myself I would pass that slut test one way or the other.

My mind was broken and filled with lights, sounds and explosions as both Chris and Gary fucked me in the ass, my pussy and mouth. They took turns and I was the ultimate ride because even after they both got off, I lay there on the bathroom floor and took everything they gave me. I think I had three orgasms, it could have been five, and I'm not certain but I think both men came twice. There was a shower involved, someone was talking, I was dizzy and dazed, and at one point I was laying on Gary's sofa still naked while he talked to Chris about taking my position so I could be his assistant.

I think.

I finally went back into Gary's private bathroom, peed, washed my face, and then looked for my clothes. Any clothes. I was standing at Gary's desk, still naked, with both he and Chris staring at me, when Chris smiled. I sighed "Really?", then exhaled "Fine." After they both fucked me again, I'm not even sure if I came, I used Gary's bathroom, picked up the dress Gary bought me, put it on without the lingerie, said "I quit", then got my wallet, phone, keys and went home.

I took two showers, ignored my phone, and snuggled there on my couch in comfy pajamas, a hoodie, thick socks and wrapped in a blanket. It was Summer and I didn't care. After today, I couldn't wear enough clothes.

I also didn't care if I ever had sex again.

I might change my mind tomorrow, who knows?

There was a knock on my door and I shouted "No one's home." Chris said "It's me Stacy" and I exhaled since I promised him we could sleep together. I mean, he is handsome and sexy and I sighed.

I would probably fuck him.

Yeah, I had to be a slut at that point.

Chris kissed me softly, handed me flowers, then asked if I was okay? I stared at him and said "I got fucked like some kind of slut, then you two assholes fucked me again just because you could." Chris blushed, glanced around, so I held him and said "I'll get over it, at least you showed me how much I matter by coming over here." The cute thing was, even as I huffed and tried to ignore him while putting the flowers in a vase, Chris just took it all in stride and somehow managed to pay attention to me while giving me space.

Fine. I was going to fuck him.

We talked, kissed, snuggled and cuddled on the couch not really watching anything, then Chris ordered some food to be delivered and asked if I would call Gary to discuss the memo. I sighed then called Gary who asked "Are you okay?" I exhaled "Is Diane around? Can she hear us?" Gary said "The bad news is I confessed everything to Diane and the good news is she didn't castrate me, murder me or divorce me. The really bad news is she wants to have lunch with you tomorrow and said that ‘my only job' is to do everything to protect you." I laughed "Didn't we discuss that very request before you and Chris fucked me into next week?" Gary said "There's more, and Di said it's not negotiable." I exhaled "Hit me." Gary said "Diane wants to meet Chris."

I blinked then asked "Meet?"

Gary said "You know exactly what it means and no offense Stacy, but my wife is a fucking knockout, women half her age are jealous, Chris should be so lucky." I sighed, then asked "Are you going to protect me when I get into trouble?" Gary laughed "Stacy, you are trouble, and yes, the only person above me is the CEO, and he happens to be my wife's brother. As for Alan? He works for me in case everyone forgot." I said "I'm not going to just run rampant, most days I'll behave, but if you let me figure this exposure kick out, besides all the sex we'll have, just imagine the morale." Gary gasped "Hold on. You intend to let employees see you naked?"

I smiled quietly while I considered that.

Chris just stared at me wide eyed.

I also realized he was hard, his cock bulging his slacks.

Mmmmm.

Yeah, so I was done being pissy, Chris was going to get laid, that way I could get laid.

I'm such a good person.

Gary said "Okay, let me think about this. The memo says you are exempt from HR and dress code policies because you are trying some different ‘challenges' and more ‘themed' days. It was thin, but who exactly is going to complain seeing you in lingerie or something sexy?" I was blushing as I breathed "Or naked." Chris inhaled, I mouthed "Fuck me" and his eyes widened then he started to undress. Gary said "Let me think about this, talk to Diane's brother, and we can figure things out tomorrow. I have a couple of important meetings tomorrow and need you, can you behave for one day?" I huffed "If you pay attention to me and fuck me when I need it." Gary huffed "Stacy, I need zero reasons to fuck you" and then he hung up.

That went well, right?

I mean overall... right?

Chris was naked and rock hard, and I am talking ROCK hard! We hurried to the bedroom, and as I stripped he was looking around and said "You have a good eye for decorating." He was harder than iron and ready to fuck, I sure as Hell was, but I smiled at him and asked "Are you willing to put up with me and call this a relationship?" Chris said "Perfection doesn't exist Stacy and yet, here you are. I will put up with whatever it takes to be with you." I slid onto the bed, moaned "Then fuck me", and pulled at Chris to enter me. I was wild, excited, seriously aroused, and trying to understand my recent urges, but Chris surprised me as he stroked slowly and made love to me.

I calmed my mind, held him, moved my hips and body, and worked with him as we had sex. It was warm, passionate, and Chris kissed me, my face and neck, and seemed to hit every nerve and hot spot. I am trying to understand how I went from where I was before the ‘Lingerie Day' event to now, but it seems that from what I know and learn about exposure, it's like a drug that's difficult to explain. Chris was thrusting deep, I could feel the pressure building, he was grunting and huffing as he drove into me with his eyes closed, and I realized his hands were in mine above my head.

He was really and truly fucking me.

My mind and body erupted in a lightning and firework laden explosion as my body shook and my mind raced. It was possibly my greatest orgasm ever! Chris was huffing, thrusting, squeezing my hands and fingers in his, then exploded with a massive cumshot climax deep inside me that I actually felt. He pumped and pumped until he gasped and lay atop me as if fulfilling his life goal. Little did he know that exhibitionist or not, I am loyal and loving to my man when I date someone. As long as he overlooks my newfound exposure and occasional slips, I will go out of my way to make sure he is happy, especially when it comes to sex, no pun intended.

We lay there kissing and snuggling, then took a shower and got dressed just in time for the food to arrive. Sex aside, and it's great, Chris and I ate dinner, chatted, got to know each other, and never once did he correct me or interrupt me. So far he's a keeper, not to mention hot, handsome and fucks like a man should. I asked him during a commercial, "Are you okay with me figuring all of this out?" Chris held my hand, smiled, then asked, "Is there actually a guy who wouldn't trade a few small things to be with a 15 like you?"

I inhaled then gasped "15? Like a 15 on the 10 scale?"

We fucked right there on the couch.

The next three days were a blur of sex, fun, excitement, romance and change. Diane postponed lunch with a promise for a raincheck that I look forward to. I did spend one night at Chris's condo, the other two nights he stayed with me. I started training a pretty young girl named Charity to be my assistant, who would eventually take my place as Gary's assistant. Chris was given a full time position in Administration. Like Gary asked, I was on my best behavior both Tuesday and Wednesday, aside from wearing short skirts and tight tops, then a slinky dress on Thursday. I finally got to meet with Alan on Thursday and I was barely in his office when he shocked me completely by apologizing, telling me he would do anything to make things right, and that Security was fully on board with deleting any footage that might ever show me naked or exposed.

We were having a productive conversation, he was actually looking me in the eyes despite the slinky, slutty dress I barely had on, then Alan asked me if I did ONLY FANS. I sighed and said "I've thought about it, but the one girl I know said she had to quit her job to keep up with the creating, editing and posting stuff." Alan asked "What if, and this is totally up to you, what if we took all the footage of you naked and stuff, let you have the final edit, maybe get some fresh photos to go with it, and put that stuff on a page or website?"

I looked right into the camera and asked...

"Hasn't this writer used that plot point in a couple of other stories?"

Alan blinked then asked, "What? Who are you talking to Stacy?"

I shrugged and said "If you have someone you trust, promise to let me have creative control, and as long as Chris is okay with it, then sure, why not?" Alan asked me if Chris would play golf with him on Saturday and I shrugged "You'll have to ask him, but honestly, we'll probably be fucking." Alan exhaled slowly then asked "Do you even realize how flammable you are? I'm sure you get hit on Stacy, but do you realize just how hot you are?" I said "I'm not vain, I know I have a nice body and good looks, but I'm not all into myself like that. I just want to be loved, appreciated, and figure out why my wires have been crossed since the ‘Lingerie Day' thing."

Alan said "Well, I have been talking to Gary, Chris has been in a couple of those meetings, Samantha from HR of course, and Mike, the CEO who just happens to be Gary's brother-in-law. We have an idea that we think you'll like, and for whatever reason, Gary asked me to discuss it with you." I grinned and said "That's because Gary gives me whatever I want." Alan asked, "Do I want to know why?" I flirted "Treat me better, earn my trust, and find out for yourself." Alan inhaled and I smiled at him, maybe 30, tall with short black hair and light blue eyes, he was a good looking man if you got past his cockiness.

Plus, from what I could recall, he could really fuck.

Honestly that afternoon gangbang in the boardroom was still a blur.

Alan said "We are trying to figure out the wording, but we want to offer you an ironclad, no termination guarantee that would allow you to... ahem... express yourself, as long as you were in the confines of the building and the property." I blushed as I grinned and flirted, "Express myself? Don't you mean expose myself?" Alan smiled, and I said "See? This is how you earn my trust. Treat me like an equal, allow me to choose, and never make me feel bad about things." Alan wrung his hands and said "Stacy, there is nothing more on this planet that I want than to... earn your trust." Now I blushed and flirted "You're closer to that goal than you think." Alan blushed, stared at a sheet of paper on his desk, stared at my body and the slinky dress for a moment, then asked "Would you like the basics? To be modified if necessary?"

I nodded and Alan said "So, in return for essentially complete protection and absolute freedom to express yourself, we have two requirements in exchange, a strong request if you will?" I waited and Alan said "First, we would like every Friday to be a themed day. ‘Lingerie Day' as you call it, maybe a bikini day, some of the ideas that were thrown out include ‘cheerleader', ‘sheer white clothing', obviously ‘bikini' and ‘lingerie'. One that took some explaining, a button up the front dress, a size too small, something so that the buttons were straining and no one knew when the dress would fail."

I gasped "BIKER" and Alan blinked.

I was practically panting and said "BIKER. He's a pin-up artist that sort of inspired all of this. I get excited just thinking about his stuff." Alan was staring at me, picked up a pen, then asked "BIKER?" I gave him the website and some info, and Alan asked "So you would be willing to wear outfits designed to fail?" I moaned "God yes", then caught my breath and said "I would come to work naked if I could."

Alan just stared at me.

I was so fucking horny I could barely see. My panties were soaked, my nipples were so erect and perked up they ached, and I felt warm and dizzy. Alan was breathing deeply and panted "I'm sorry Stacy, I really am, but I would give anything to fuck you right now."

I stood, stripped my slutty dress off, and panted "Then fuck me."

The great news is Alan fucked me through two intense orgasms.

The good news was the only other item up for discussion was that the executives wanted me to allow staff to interact with my clothing in return for a generous stipend to replace my outfits. Essentially, they wanted permission to cause my clothes to fail so that I would end up exposed, say cutting dress straps or buttons from blouses and dresses. I had asked Alan to let me think on that one, but had agreed completely to a themed day every Friday, beginning with a bikini this Friday, tomorrow.

Come to work in nothing but a bikini?

What could possibly go wrong?

Back in my new office, just outside of Gary's huge office and across from my former desk where Charity now sat, I was thinking lots of things when she peeked in blushing and holding a really, really small bag. I sighed and asked "The bikini?" She bit her lip and asked "Is it okay to just...?" I said "I would like us to be friends, trust each other, and have no secrets. Speak your mind and if I don't like what you say, I'll just make you wear the bikini." Charity gasped, blushed, dropped the bag, and then stared down at it. I knew quite well the feelings she was processing as she stared down at the bag while breathing deeply and blushing bright red. I came around my desk, held her, and she was shaking.

Poor cute little thing.

I mean, I'm only 23, she was maybe 18 or 19, but you get my point.

I picked up the bag, looked into it, and now I blushed. Tiny wasn't the right word. Micro? Maybe minuscule? I held up the strings disguised as a bikini and gasped. I mean, I flat out offered to come to work nude, but this was like pouring an entire gas station on me. I was so fucking horny holding the lack of bikini that I panted "F... f... find Chris" to Charity.

I think she said "On it", although I'm not sure.

I was so beside myself at just the thought of parading around basically naked in the super micro bikini that I was in Gary's office and kissing him before I realized he was having a meeting. With me practically on his lap, he rushed everyone out then full on kissed me. Between kisses he gasped "What's gotten into you? Why are you so excited?" I showed him the bikini and even Gary blushed then asked "Where's the rest of it?"

Hello? That was my point.

Suddenly Chris came in and he looked like he saw a ghost or escaped a horde of zombies. His hair was messy, he had three separate lipstick kiss marks on his face, his tie was askew and his dress shirt was untucked and rumpled. He shut the door, leaned against it, panting for air, then gasped "What's going on with Charity? She was all over me out there. I barely escaped." I was blinking when Gary held up the super skimpy bikini and said "Stacy, I adore you, but I don't think anyone can handle you coming to work in this."

... to be continued!

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