BoCH 3: Joeli's Conversation

Joeli suffered through her BRUTAL Tuesday schedule, five classes in a row. Now that they were over, she focused solely on getting to the cafeteria for a late lunch. Taking her usual route, she bypassed the long trek around Robison Hall and the jumbled mess of construction by cutting through the sparsely used lower level of the Smithson Building. If you were willing to climb some stairs, you could easily cut the walking time of the regular twenty minute hike in half.

Not many people knew about this particular shortcut, so she rarely encountered any other students. Imagine her surprise, therefore, when, upon exiting the basement door, she encountered a young man sitting on the stairs with books and papers spread all around him. With the building on one side and a steep concrete retaining wall on the other bounding the narrow passage, the guy completely blocked her path. As she started to verbalize her annoyance with him, he looked her in the eyes and spoke.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think anyone used this exit. Let me gather up all my stuff.”

He hustled trying to stack all his books and papers. His presence irritated Joeli at first, but she lightened up when she realized how cute he was. She waited patiently as he moved out of her way.

“I am so, so sorry about this.”

“Not a big deal,” she said, turning to walk up the stairs.

“Excuse me,” he called out to her.

She turned around to look at him.

“Yes?”

“I don’t suppose that you could help me out with something if you’re not in too much of a hurry?”

“Like what?”

“Do you know about Psych 469?”

Joeli grinned.

“Yeah. The Psychology of Sex class, right? I’ve seen the ‘I’ve had SEX at Filton College’ t-shirts in the bookstore.”

“Well,” he said, “I’m taking the class and have to get people to fill out these stupid surveys.”

“What kind of surveys?” she asked.

“About, uh, sexual stuff. It wasn’t a problem for me to find guys to do half of them, but I’ve got two more left for girls. Is there anyway that you could…”

He looked embarrassed to be asking. She didn’t feel like helping a stranger out with his class work, especially with her stomach growling. On the other hand, Joeli couldn’t get past his cuteness, and he looked ripped under that Polo. Besides, she found his shyness endearing.

“How long would it take?”

“Oh, not long at all,” he said, pulling out two clipboards.

“I have two left, Voyeur and Exhibitionist. Which would you prefer?”

Joeli didn’t consider herself to be much of a show off, but watching definitely didn’t turn her own.

“Neither really, but, if I had to choose, I’d say exhibitionist.”

He put down one of the boards and took out a pen.

“Excellent. I’m Dave, by the way. Thanks so much for helping me.”

“Joeli. Not a problem.”

“Okay, Joeli, do you know what an exhibitionist is?”

“Uh, someone who likes to expose their body, like the stereotypical guy in a trench coat or these sorority girls who prance around half naked to class.”

“Kind of. The trench coat flasher is an extreme case of someone suffering from a particular form of paraphilia. The sorority girls that you mentioned may be seeking attention, which is actually a form of exhibitionism, but aren’t generally becoming aroused because of their attire. For the purposes of this survey, we’re going to narrowly define it in such a way that sexual stimulation due to exposure is implied.”

‘He certainly talks like a psych major,’ she thought.

“Okay.”

“So, next question: do you become aroused when you show off your body?”

“No.”

“Really? It’s not the slightest bit exciting to you when a guy sees your nude form? The first time that you stripped for your boyfriend, it didn’t turn you on at all?”

“I’m actually single at the moment,” she said.

Dave grinned this time.

“For your last boyfriend, then.”

“Well, maybe a little.”

“Will you close your eyes?”

She complied.

“Imagine yourself taking off all your clothes, right here and now, in front of a total stranger of the opposite gender. How would you feel?”

She tried to imagine doing such a thing. Then she thought about Staci, handcuffed and naked in front of all those people. If she were being honest, she had to admit that could see why the cheerleader had gotten so horny.

“Embarrassed. Humiliated, but also excited. Does that make me weird?”

“Not at all. You’re taught practically from birth that nudity is wrong. Later in life, you learn to equate it to sexual behavior. Most women, and a lot of men, feel the exact same way.”

She digested that information.

“What does being taught that it’s wrong have to do with anything?”

“A lot of people tend to associate that which is taboo with arousal. I’d have to get into a lot of psychobabble to explain it.”

“Oh.”

“So, back to the questions. Have you ever been sexually stimulated by being seen naked?” he asked.

She felt her face heat up.

“Yes. Like you said earlier, with various boyfriends.”

“Anytime in an otherwise non-sexual situation?”

“What do you mean?”

“Strip poker. Truth or dare. Got caught in the shower. That sort of thing.”

Joeli vividly recalled the first time that she got naked in front of a boy. Her next door neighbor, Kevin, and she had been playing inside on a rainy day. She was 14, and he was almost two years older. They had gotten bored with video games, and he suggested that they go outside.

“Go outside!” Joeli said. “We’ll get soaked.”

“Yeah, that’s the point. We can play Truth or Dare like we did when we were little.”

She didn’t give much thought to her outer attire, blue jeans and a light t-shirt, and gave no consideration to the fact that she wasn’t wearing her training bra today over her developing breasts.

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

He dared her to lay down in a mud puddle, and she dared him to wade through a stream. Within minutes, they were both soaked to the skin, and she noticed that he was paying a lot more attention than normal to her chest. Looking down, she discovered that her shirt was plastered to her body and was nearly transparent. She whole body turned bright red instantly.

Instead of yelling at him for looking, she said nothing because she found that she enjoyed the attention. She knew that Kevin had never looked at her that way and that he’d be getting his drivers license soon. Rumors were that he was going to ask a girl in his class to homecoming.

She let him look, pretending that she didn’t notice, and they continued their game. Not long after, however, their favorite childhood game began to get a little boring as well. Once again, Kevin made a suggestion.

“I bet that I know something that you won’t do,” he said.

Because he was so much older and a boy, Joeli always felt like she had to put on her bravest tomboy face when she played with him. Since she trusted that he wouldn’t ask her to do anything that endangered her or that she physically couldn’t do, she had to take the bait.

“Right. There’s no way I’m letting you win.”

“Okay, you win if you do this one. I dare you to take your clothes off and let me see you.”

She couldn’t believe that he had actually dared her to do it. Now, was she really going to follow through?
She looked around at their surroundings in the woods behind her house. There was no one else about, and they were far enough into the trees that her parents couldn’t see them.

“Here?”

“Yeah. Where else?”

Without another word, she kicked off her sandals, leaving her barefoot on the rough ground. After a quick internal debate, she undid the jeans and slipped them off her legs before stripping off her t-shirt. Now standing in front of him wearing only soaking wet pale blue panties, she looked at him imploringly.

“Everything?”

The voice that replied sounded little louder than a whisper.

“Yes.”

Her hands shaking from more than just the cold, Joeli hooked her thumbs under the waistband of the only thing providing her any cover at all as Kevin stared at the rest of her exposed body.

‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!’ she thought.

It was such a strange feeling as she pushed the tiny garment down her legs, revealing more and more of her sparse black bush as it went. She was completely mortified to let her best friend see her like this, but she kind of liked it too. It made her all tingly.

She finally let go of the panties, and they fell to her ankles. After she stepped out of them, she was completely naked. She left her hands at her side and let him look.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke.

“Would you, uh, please turn around?”

He wanted to see her butt, too!

She slowly complied and stood there with her back to him.

After a while, he said, “Okay. You win.”

As she gathered her clothes, she thought about asking him to give her some privacy to get dressed, but, since he had just seen her naked anyway, it seemed stupid. Instead, she let him watch as she dressed in the reverse order that she had taken her clothes off.

As soon as she slipped her shoes on, they said very awkward goodbyes, and he headed home. Joeli practically ran to her house and into her bathroom. After filling the tub, she got undressed and slipped into the deliciously hot water.

She soaked for a while letting the warmth penetrate her chilled bones before cleaning herself with soap and washing her hair. Her ablutions finished, she couldn’t help but think about what happened with her and Kevin in the woods, and her focusing on the memories brought back a weird feeling down there.

She had touched herself before while cleaning of course, but, otherwise, all she knew was that it wasn’t nice for a proper young lady to do anything else with that part of her body. The feelings coming from there, though! Those parts called out for her to caress them. She gave in and ended up having her first ever orgasm.

End Part 3.1

Start Part 3.2

“Joeli? You still with me?”

“Oh, sorry Dave. I was lost in thought.”

“So… The question?”

“What was it again?”

“Have you ever gotten naked in front of a guy in a non-sexual situation?”

Joeli told him a Cliff Notes version of the truth or dare story, not mentioning her reactions or what happened in the bath tub.

“And how did that make you feel?”

She laughed at the stereotypical psychologist line.

He smiled back at her, and she melted a little bit.

“Weird. A lot of emotions. I was embarrassed, of course, and excited at the same time.”

“Why?”

“Because I was doing something naughty, but I was also safe. I knew that Kevin wasn’t going to hurt me or ridicule me. Still, though, I knew that I wasn’t supposed to let a boy see me naked.”

“Any other emotions?”

“It’s hard to put into words, but I think that I felt a sense of power. Here was this older guy who had never looked at me like that, and now he was definitely thinking of me sexually. I had power over him, but I was vulnerable too. Dangerous but safe, powerful but vulnerable. So many contradictions. I thought about that moment a lot over the next several years.”

“When you say ‘thought about?’”

The heat rose in her face again and seemed to spread to other places.

“Yeah, I mean it fueled my fantasies for quite a while.”

“Do you still fantasize about being exposed?”

She knew she was out and out blushing now. She thought about how mortified Staci had been last weekend but also how turned on.

“Yes, and about other girls being exposed,” she said quietly.

“Oh. None of my business, but do you get excited by seeing naked girls?”

“Yes. I mean, no. Not like that. Something about girls being embarrassed about being naked does it for me.”

She couldn’t believe that she was having this conversation. This guy was good at getting her to open up.

“What do you think would turn you on more: you getting undressed right now or seeing another girl who was embarrassed stripping?”

Joeli thought for a moment.

“Probably myself.”

“How would you feel about undressing here?”

“Nervous, probably excited.”

“Would you undress now?”

“Huh?”

“Just curious. If I asked you to, would you like the opportunity to experience that kind of situation again? Be honest.”

“Maybe. It is intriguing.”

“Go ahead, then. Strip off your clothes. I don’t mind.”

“But it’s not safe. Someone might see.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “We’re pretty secluded in the stairwell. This isn’t exactly a well used part of the campus. Besides, that’s an excuse for you to chicken out.”

“Chicken out? I never agreed to strip for you.”

“I don’t want you to strip for me. I want you to do it for you and tell me how it makes you feel.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

Why was she asking him if it was okay for her to humiliate herself?

“You should do it.”

She didn’t know why, maybe because thinking about the incident with Kevin and about Staci’s complete debasement at the water park had made her so horny that her libido took over thinking for her brain, but she gave in to the temptation.

She pulled off her t-shirt while kicking off her shoes. Then, bending over to take off her socks, she noticed Dave staring at her hanging breasts. She blushed again and pushed down her shorts.

“There,” she said, standing in just her white bra and panties.

“Does this excite you?” he asked.

She knew her nipples were erect, and she started getting that tingly feeling.

Her voice shook a little as she quietly answered.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean? I stripped, outside, in front of a guy that I don’t know.”

“You’re still fully covered. I’m sure that you own bathing suits that show off more than that. Why, specifically, are you turned on?”

“I guess it’s the fact that no one is supposed to see my underwear, and taking off my clothes made me feel, well, vulnerable.”

“Would it make you feel more aroused if you removed the rest of your clothes?”

“Probably.”

“Would you like to remove the rest of your clothes?”

She couldn’t explain why, but she wanted more than anything to do so.

Blushing furiously, she said, “Yes.”

“Go ahead then.”

“Are you sure?”

Why did she need his validation? Why did she want so badly to do this?

He smiled.

“Definitely.”

Joeli put her right hand behind her back and undid the two latches holding her bra together. The straps hung loosely on her shoulders as she brought her arm back in front of her. She gave a slight shrug, and the garment slid down to the ground. Standing topless with her breasts uncovered, she let him look at her.

‘What must he think of me?’ she thought. ‘Within fifteen minutes of meeting her, this girl is stripping naked for him.’

A shiver went through her body as she visualized herself through his eyes. Bare toes with blue polish, cute feet, toned and tanned calves, long legs ending in a brief band of white cotton, trim stomach with defined abs, pert B cup breasts with nipples sticking straight out, pretty face with wide eyes and black, shoulder-length hair framing it.

‘Surely, he must like what he sees.’

The gulf of silence stretched on.

‘Am I really going to do this?’

She answered herself by sticking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Slowly, she pushed down revealing the top of a thin strip of jet black curls. More and more of the hair came into view until she exposed her wet clitoris. With nothing left to hide, she shoved the article of clothing down her legs and stepped out of it.

She stood totally naked before him and still he remained silent. She had to fill the gap with something.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“Wow! Very nice. You have an athlete’s body. Do you play sports?”

“Volleyball.”

“I can definitely tell that you work out, and I like the landing strip. It’s a great balance between being totally bare and having too much hair. Also, your breasts are proportioned perfectly for your body. Overall, you look amazing.”

She beamed at his frank assessment.

“Do you feel vulnerable or powerful?” he asked.

“Both, really. It’s hard to feel in control when you have nothing on, but the way that you’re looking at me gives me a sense of being in charge.”

“Could we try something that may seem a little strange to you?”

“Stranger than taking off my clothes in an outside stairwell on campus in broad daylight in front of someone I just met?”

He laughed.

“Point taken. I’m wondering, though, if feeling more vulnerable would make you feel more aroused.”

“What could make me feel more defenseless than this?”

“Well,” Dave said, “your clothes are right at your feet, so you could put them back on at any time. If I had them, you wouldn’t be able to get dressed unless I let you.”

“I don’t know…”

“Does the thought make you nervous?”

“Yes.”

“Does the nervousness make you more aroused?”

She thought about it. Being separated from her clothes like Staci had been would make it seem more dangerous.

“Yes.”

Why was she being so open with this guy?

“Give them to me.”

Was that a question or a command? Regardless, she bent down to pick up her clothes. She momentarily clutched the armful protectively to her chest before handing them over.

“Now turn around.”

She complied, giving him a good long look at her unprotected butt.

“Bend over.”

Joeli almost balked this time but was too far gone to stop now.

‘Might as well give him the full show.’

She spread her legs and bent over, pressing her hands against the rough concrete steps. Hearing movement behind her, she wondered if Dave was going to do something about the vulnerable position in which she put herself. She imagined him penetrating her gaping, wet hole.

‘Is that what I want?’ she thought. ‘Do I want him to take me right here? Am I the kind of girl who has sex with a guy she just met?’

It definitely wasn’t something that she would normally do, but she was so worked up that she couldn’t help herself. She stayed bent over, exposing herself completely and waiting for him to take advantage. Finally, the position started to get uncomfortable.

“Dave? Have you seen enough?”

Her query was met with only silence.

She stood up and turned around. He wasn’t there and neither were her clothes!

Frantically, she raced to the door and pulled. It didn’t budge an inch.

Her heart raced as she considered her predicament as terror regarding her situation quickly replaced her horniness.

‘Calm down,’ she thought. ‘Panicking won’t do any good. Think! How bad is this?’

It was broad daylight, and she was completely naked. She was a long way from her dorm and had no keys or phone; both had been in the pocket of her shorts. The door to the Smithson Building was obviously locked.

It looked pretty bad.

‘Crap, why would some random guy strip me and steal my clothes?’

The thought brought up memories of Staci’s ordeal.

‘Of course, you idiot. The guy was obviously a friend of the cheerleaders.’

She had only two choices – try to sneak to somewhere she could either get clothes or hide or stay where she was. The second alternative sounded much better than to her than walking across campus nude. It appeared better, that is, until she thought about the fact that she was set up.

‘If Staci’s crew was behind this, I won’t be down here alone for long. I don’t have a choice.’

Clutching her arms and hands across her pussy and boobs and crouching low to keep her body out of the open for a long as possible, she slowly ascended the stairs. As soon as her head cleared the retaining wall, Joeli looked carefully in all directions to detect signs of life.

Luckily, there were no students about outside. She tried to figure out her best move.

‘My best bet is probably to take off running and streak all the way to the dorm. If I cover my face, maybe no one will know that it’s me.’

The thought of all the people who would see her nude form combined with the possibility of cheerleaders lying in wait for her turned her off that idea.

‘I’ve got to hide until night or try to find something to cover me.’

Realizing that her present location wasn’t exactly secure because any number of students could decide to look out of the surrounding classroom windows at any time, she decided to make a move. The back of Howell Hall, the science building, stood right next to the Smithson Building, and it too had a basement entrance. The only obstacle between her and the relative cover of indoors was thirty yards of open grass with absolutely nothing to hide her.

‘Come on, girl. You can do this.’

Her pounding heart sounded loud enough in her ears to attract attention from the farthest reaches of campus, and her hands grew clammy with sweat. After searching the entire quadrangle intently for any signs of life, she took off.

Professional football players can sprint forty yards in under four seconds, so Joeli, an athlete herself, probably covered the distance in much less than five even with the disadvantage of being barefoot. At the time, however, it felt like hours. Her pumping arms and legs seemed to be moving through molasses rather than air.

After bounding down the stairs, she stopped at the entrance. It occurred to her that it wouldn’t be a good idea to burst into the building. Who knew what lay in wait for her inside?

Instead, she slowly pulled the door open wide enough for her to see inside. The corridor was empty!

Relieved, she quickly slipped inside.

It felt weird to be padding along barefoot in a class building, and the hard terrazzo chilled her feet. That feeling, however, was nothing compared to knowing that anyone exiting one of the many offices lining the hallway would see all of her.

She hadn’t had many classes in this building, but she thought that the basement, the level she was currently navigating, consisted mainly of labs and offices. At least she didn’t have to worry about a huge crowd of students suddenly exiting. Even one person seeing her, however, would be embarrassing. She picked up her pace to as fast as was prudent.

‘If I keep wondering through the corridors, someone’s going to see me.’

No sooner had she though that then she heard a noise from the stairwell behind her. From the sound, someone was obviously descending and would be able to see her very soon. She didn’t have time to check for unlocked doors. There was absolutely nothing to conceal her in the unfurnished corridor. Her only choices were to remain where she was and surely be seen or to take her chances by trying to make it to an open door about a hundred feet away.

End 3.2

Start 3.3

Her bare feet pounding on the hard floor eliminated any chance of her hearing when the person behind her entered the hall, so she never knew if anyone got a glimpse of her retreating bare butt. In the room she burst into, however, the two guys wearing eye protection over their glasses and long white coats certainly saw more than that.

Wanting to flee the known danger as fast as possible, she had used her pumping arms to speed her momentum thus propelling her unprotected into the unknown.

She yelped as soon as she realized that the two men were staring at her uncovered tits and pussy and quickly used her hands and arms to conceal as much as possible. She apparently regained her wits faster than the two of them because they were still slack jawed as she started to speak.

“Would either of you, uh, perhaps have something that I could wear?” she asked.

The tall skinny one on the right started to remove his lab coat, but his shorter companion stopped him.

“Why don’t you first explain to us how you came to be walking around the science building naked,” he said.

“It’s a long story.”“We’ve got time.”

“Couldn’t you please get me something to wear?”

“No.”

Joeli thought about it. She could simply turn and run out of the room, but she’d still be in the same situation. These guys had already seen her and could possibly provide her with clothes.

“Could we at least close the door so that no one else can see me?”

“Go ahead.”

With her hands still grasping her naughty bits, she backed up to the wall and tried to move the door with her knee. It didn’t budge.

Looking down, she discovered that a mechanism held it open. Try as she might, she couldn’t get the lever to depress with her foot. She thought about asking one of the lab workers to do it but decided it was no use. There was no help for it; she’d either have to bend down and use her hand or leave it open.

Her position was way to vulnerable if she stood with her back to the corridor while explaining the situation to her potential saviors. Anyone passing by would surely see her naked behind. It had to be shut.

Aggravated, she turned around and bent over, keeping her legs as tightly held together as she could.

‘Great,’ she thought. ‘These are the second and third guys today who have seen all of my nude body, and I don’t even know their names!’

With the door finally shut, she turned to face them keeping her hands covering her vital parts.

She attempted to give an abbreviated version of the events leading up to her entering the lab sans clothes, but the shorter guy kept asking questions. He wouldn’t let her get away with saying that someone stripped her; he had to have the details. She ended up telling them all about the prank war and about a psych major who talked her into getting naked and barely managed to prevent them from learning how Dave exploited her arousal to do so.

“The worst part is,” she said at the conclusion of the story, “that I chose to take off my clothes. They weren’t sabotaged or stolen. It was my decision. I feel so stupid.”

Joeli was normally a strong, confident person, but the events of the day left her emotionally drained. She was near tears as she made her final pronouncement.

She could tell that the taller one sympathized with her plight and looked ready to give her his coat. The other one stopped him once again.

“Well now,” he said, “that is a sad story. Snooty girls having a prank war. Boo hoo. Do you really think that’s going to work? I know your type. You’re pretty and think that nerdy guys like us are beneath your notice except when you need something. You’re not going to get something for nothing today.”

Joeli fought to gain control of her emotions, forcing her strong nature to assert itself. The tears dried up, and she stared at him defiantly.

“What do you want?” she said to the one she now thought of as Bitter Guy.

“My partner and I are in the middle of a time sensitive experiment that’s should take about an hour and a half more to finish. While we’re working, you’re going to hang around and help us out, dressed exactly as you are and without trying to cover yourself. After we finish, you’ll put on a show for us and do whatever we say.”

“Whatever you say? Not a chance…”

“Don’t interrupt me again,” Bitter Guy said. “We won’t touch you or ask you to touch us, but we’ll see you any way that we want.”

“And what do I get for this?”

“I said not to cut me off. One more time, and there’s no deal.”

Joeli nodded her assent.

“At the conclusion of the show, we’ll loan you a cell phone to call your roommate. Then we’ll let you wear a lab coat out to the car and drive you to your dorm. You can take these terms, or you can take off,” he said, motioning in the direction of the door.

Joeli thought seriously about doing just that, leaving. This guy was a jerk. On the other hand, did she have much of a choice? If she gave these two a show, she could prevent anyone else from seeing her. Was a known evil better than an unknown fate?

She almost whispered her reply.

“Okay.”

For the first time, Bitter Guy smiled.

“Drop your hands.”

Reluctantly, she put her arms by her side exposing everything to them. She grimaced as their eyes took in her entire nude body from the tips of her toes to her pubic hair to her pointed nipples to the top of her head. They must have stared at her for five full minutes before the short one spoke.

“This is fun and all, but we have to get to our project. Go grab that stop watch,” he said, pointing to a device laying on the counter.

“Could I please have something to eat first? I had class all morning, and I skipped breakfast. I don’t know if I can make it another couple of hours.”

Bitter Guy was about to say something, but the tall one cut him off.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have anything here in the lab. There are some vending machines just around the corner, though.”

“Would you mind getting me something?”

The Bitter Guy cut in.

“Get your own food. If Stan wants to loan you a couple of bucks, that’s his business, but you’ve delayed us enough already. We have to continue with the experiment.”

Stan walked up to her and seemed apologetic as he handed her three one dollar bills.

“Go right when you exit the lab. The machines are in a little room on the left after you turn the corner. It’s not far at all.”

She considered going naked into the hallway once more, taking another chance at being seen.

‘I can’t do it. I’m finally at least semi-protected in a room where only two people will see me. I can’t risk it again.’

Then her stomach growled. Loudly.

She cracked open the door and looked down the corridor. There was no sign of anyone. She stuck her head out and surveyed the other direction. The building appeared to be empty.

Hesitantly, she stepped out of the room and braced for possible exposure. As quickly as she could, she tip-toed toward the far end of the hallway while listening intently for any sound that could indicate someone about to exit any one of the many closed doors. All stayed still and quiet, though, and she reached the vending area without incident. Sighing with relief, she tried to decide on her selections.

‘There are absolutely no healthy choices!’

The drink machine had only sodas, and the snacks consisted solely of junk foods. As an athlete, she much preferred to eat fruits and vegetables, not processed sugar.

‘No help for it.’

After smoothing out the dollar bill and inserting it, she chose a Diet Coke. At least it had no calories, though she usually didn’t drink anything with caffeine. Options for food were much worse. With the two dollars that she had left, she could select two items, but it was hard for her to find anything. There weren’t even granola bars.

‘Who stocks these things, teenage boys?’

Her overwhelming hunger forced her to get something, and she picked out blueberry Pop Tarts first. At least those presumably had fruit inside. As she looked for a second item, she became conscious of the time that this was taking.

‘Hurry it up, stupid. The longer you’re in here, the more chances you have of being seen. Hmm. “Packed with peanuts, Snickers really satisfies you.” I need some satisfying about now.’

The double meaning hit her, and she grinned.

Not thirty seconds had passed since she had grabbed the candy bar when she heard the voice outside the room. As hastily as she could, she squeezed between the Coke machine and the wall, trying to make herself invisible.

“I’m telling you; I have no idea where she went. Jerry was supposed to be there with the camera, but he didn’t show… Yes, I know he was probably running late. The point is that I didn’t get to tape her… I know Staci’s going to be pissed. She can tell off Jerry… Anyway, the chick exited the stairwell a lot sooner than I expected and took off running to the basement of the science building. I’m there now trying to find her, but I don’t see any signs. The only unlocked room had a couple of guys who hadn’t seen anything unusual… Yeah, I’ll check the women’s restrooms. Good idea.”

The voice trailed off as it moved farther past her position, and she heard a door opening and closing in the distance.

‘Wow. If I hadn’t went to get food, he would have caught me in the lab, and, if I hadn’t have taken so long making a decision, he probably would have seen me in the middle of the corridor. What if he wouldn’t have been talking on his cell phone? I guess I’m about as lucky as someone who was tricked into stripping naked and had her clothes stolen can be.’

She ran to the door and peeked out. The coast was clear, and she took advantage of the opportunity, sprinting quietly down the hall back to the lab. Her chest was heaving as she entered the room.

As crappy as Bitter Guy had treated her, at least he hadn’t ratted her out. After she ate, she resolved that she’d be a good lab assistant to them.

They took advantage of her situation but weren’t overly mean about it. Bitter Guy found a lot of reasons for her to bend over and get stuff or to lean over the table. Even the nice one checked her out constantly, but she couldn’t blame him. She quickly came to realize how nerdy the two were and decided that they probably hadn’t had much opportunity to gawk at a real live naked girl in person.

Their experiment did seem to drag on forever, though, and she was actually relieved when she had helped them clean and put up the last of the testing apparatus. She had forgotten what was to happen when they finished.

“All right, time for the show,” Bitter Guy said.

“You’ve been staring at me for the last hour and a half. What more is there to see?”

“Oh, I can think of something…”

Joeli blushed as she realized what he meant.

“Turn around and bend over.”

She knew that it was coming but still somehow couldn’t believe what he was asking.

‘Just a few more minutes, and I’ll be able to cover myself.’

She did as he asked, placing her hands flat on the floor but keeping her legs together.

“Spread your legs.”

She couldn’t bear to think about what they were now seeing. Surely all of her was on display.

They let her stay that way for quite a while, and she began to get worried that they would take off like Dave had.

“Guys?”

“Oh, right. You can get up now.”

“Is that it?”

Bitter Guy looked at Stan.

“One more thing, we want to see you do yourself.”

“Do myself? What do you… Oh.”

Joeli’s red face turned crimson.

“No. I can’t do that. No.”

“Okay, we’ll be on our way. Too bad. Good luck getting to your dorm.”

She turned her eyes imploringly to Stan, but Bitter Guy saw what she was attempting.

“Don’t even try it. We’re out of here.”

The two of them turned toward the door.

“By the way,” he called back to her, “we have to lock up when we leave. We’re gonna have to ask you to leave.”

Joeli was in a near state of panic. She had spent the last couple of hours thinking that she only had to endure this and she was safe. How would she get home? She was crushed.

She couldn’t face going back outside naked, risking all that exposure. On the other hand, she couldn’t do what he asked, could she?

“Wait.”

They turned back to face her.

“Okay. I’ll go through with my end of the bargain.”

She definitely couldn’t do it standing up, so she walked over to the lab table and climbed up on it. She lay flat on her back with her feet flat and her legs spread. As the two guys moved themselves to a better vantage point, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she didn’t have an audience. She pictured herself warm and safe in her own bed fantasizing about a cute guy.

She flinched as a picture of Dave’s face popped into her mind. She tried to banish it, to think of her last boyfriend, Brad Pitt, anyone. Instead, she started reliving her conversation with him, visualizing herself stripping naked and exposing herself to him.

Before she knew it, her right hand went to her breast and caressed it before pinching her rock hard nipple. She got herself good and worked up before moving down to her clit. She lingered there, rubbing intently, until she was on the verge of screaming. Several moans did escape her lips.

When she felt herself on the very edge, she plunged two fingers into her gaping wet hole. The friction created sent her over instantly. Her back arched into the air, and she muffled her cry of ecstasy as much as she could. Waves of orgasmic bliss wracked her body, the shivers causing her to tremble and making her bare breasts shake.

She didn’t open her eyes until her breathing had returned to normal.

“That good?” she asked.

Bitter Guy could only nod his head.

They helped her stand, and she leaned on Stan until she felt that her wobbly would support her. This time, the shorter one didn’t stop him when he took off his coat and offered it to her. Finally, her naughty bits were covered.

True to their word, they escorted her to their car, drove her to her dorm, and let her call Carry, who was a bit shocked at the request to bring a sweat suit and tennis shoes down to the parking lot. The two guys got one last look at her as she had to shuck the lab coat in order to get dressed, but they were the last ones to see her nude that day.

End Chapter 3

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