Catch Up With Tiffany

Exacerbated, I let out a heavy sigh as I turn away from the array of clothes laid out before me. I want to keep this job so I don’t let any distractions, including clothing, slow me down.

I feel my breasts bounce freely, making me all the more aware of my own nakedness. I resist the urge to cover myself, as I see more than a few people watching as I pass by. I give an attractive man a wave as I dash by; all too aware of the fact he’s staring at me as I pass by.

I quickly catch up with Tiffany, who smiles my way. She looks me up and down once more, evidently quite enjoying the sight of my naked body. I found myself aroused a bit at the idea, though I dare not say anything.

After a moment, she starts telling me, “These are the cubicles, where many of us work when we are not helping patients upfront.” She continues speaking on the layout, function, and offices, though I find myself surprised when I see that Tiffany has my left nipple pinched between the thumb and pointer finger, and I find myself wondering when she did that.

I listen as she continues talking about how the layout makes us more efficient, her time here, and some of the history of the place. I am all too aware of how many people can see me, and try to remain calm, despite the eyes seemingly watching the every movement of my naked body. I let out a gasp as I felt her caressing my body, and to my surprise I find myself smiling at her touch, enjoying the sensation and knowing how exposed the whole thing was. She pulls me close, hand around my waist, and I find myself being posed before several there, who gleefully snap photos of us, and I do my best to remain casual and smile for them.

Soon she lets go, moving her hand along my side, my exposed skin way too aware of her hands as they softly rub along my side to my hips. Soon, we continue along, walking past the bathrooms, and meeting rooms. Of course, I feel myself blush as I pass by the men’s room, and catch several men by surprise as I walk by; I see them stop and star, their jaws all but japing wide at the sight. The meeting rooms were even worse, as I swear many of them were staring at me through the glass-walled rooms, getting a very good look at my very naked body. My heels did not do me any favours either, clicking and clacking as they were as we walked, drawing even more attention, and staring eyes, my way.

From there, she led me through patient treatment spaces, exposing me to the gaze of civilians for the first time. Sure, I was aware of the gaze my co-workers gave, but many of them at least tried to act like they weren’t staring at my naked body. The patients, however? Staring right at my bosom, exposed bush, legs, or ass without any shame, regret or ****. Women too, which made me all the more aware of my nakedness.

None of which even showed on Tiffany’s demeanour, let alone slow her down as she let me around, and to the front waiting room. She led me to a desk with a small computer, along with some forms and instructions for me. A welcome packet waited for me there. For myself, I noticed all the patients there, some waiting for an appointment they or someone they knew had, updating their information on file, or some other reason that brought them there.

I hesitated, pausing as I entered the room, remembering my current state of undress, feeling more eyes watching me as I came into view. Patients and staff alike looked at me. I resisted the urge to gasp, and soon rush after Tiffany, lest she thinks less of me.

Soon, I was standing behind the desk, and I felt my hopes drop then, as I noticed the desk lacked any privacy barrier between the patients and me. To make matters worse, the desk’s surface was glass, which meant my naked body would be all too visible to everyone who took a gander my way, and there I was with nothing to hide behind.

She pointed to the terminal, my armless swivel chair, and my welcome packet. She smiled at me before leaving. I was not any smile, but rather a knowing smile, telling me she not only knew what she had done but was getting quite a bit of enjoyment out of making me suffer through it. “I’ll be at back, taking care of things for the boss . . have a good day and take care”.

“Thanks”, I said casually, almost automatically, whispering it more than anything. I watched her go, stopping there a moment, transfixed by how my day has gone. It took me a bit, but I managed to **** myself to relax, and soon managed to sit down at the desk. I crossed my legs at first, hoping that it would help shield at least my shaved pussy from their watchful eyes, but all it did was provide me with a constant reminder of just how naked and exposed I was. I uncrossed my legs, spreading them slightly apart. If I was going to be exposed anyway, may as well reduce my awareness of it by reducing the time I made skin-on-skin contact with myself

I tried the best I could to go through the packet, and look over the material before me. As I worked, I was all too far aware of all the people watching me, staring as my breasts raised and lowered with each breath.

I managed to get through it and start sifting through some stuff on the computer when I heard a cough from someone before me. I managed not to yelp, as I jump an inch or so from my chair, and looked before me, finding someone waiting at the other side of my desk, staring intently at me. I resisted the urge to cover myself with the papers before me, as I turned and looked and who was there.