Diana and Lisa get Changed

"The first thing." The man said. "Is that we have a strict uniform code which we expect all female employees to adhere to. I am afraid the two of you are going to have to get changed."

"I see..." Diana said slowly. Her chest was constricting painfully, nerves twinging through her body. She felt hot, and a little bit dizzy, and her pulse raced so loudly she swore she could hear the thumping in her ears. She **** herself to breath, trying to control her body, as well a the situation. The man stood in front of them both, his eyes were sharp and predatory, and it made part of her twitch in anticipation. Even so, the idea of what was being asked was hard to simply accept. Another part of her bucked at the idea, and she felt hot anger running through her veins as well, even though she had been the one to set this whole thing up. Now, it was not just a fantasy playing in her head, not just a video game that she could pause at any time. Now it was real, and she was really feeling it.

She turned her head slightly, looking to Lisa. Her twin had the same sort of expression, though her eyes were more fiery. The man was between them and the door, and the door was locked anyway. Both of them knew they had ****, but it was one thing to admit that to yourself and quite another to say it out loud. Diana's heart beat, her body flushed. Shivers raced down her spine. She gulped, and tried to look strong and proud as she locked eyes with the manager.

"All right." She said slowly. "I-if we do this... you're going to pay us, right?"

"Of course." The man said. "You'll be part of the company. So long as you fulfil your duties, you'll receive a standard paycheck each month, which I think you'll find is more than generous. Many people want to work for us, you know. We pay more than fives times the amount of our nearest competitors. With our help, you'll be able to clear your debt in only a year. And, of course, if we decide to do the opposite, then you'll never clear it at all."

Diana felt her lips curl into a snarl at the man's words, reminding her that he held the power, establishing dominance early. She looked at him, really looked at him, and found no sign of pity in his eyes, or remorse for his actions in his face. As far as he was concerned, this was exactly how things were meant to go.

"All right." She said, her head dipping forwards in defeat. "Fine, you win. We'll do what you want."

"Good. I'm glad to hear it." The man said, walking to one of the lockers. It swung open for him, and he reached inside, searching for a few seconds before he emerged with two piles of clothes. He passed one of them to each sister.

The piles were both the exact same. A dark skirt and blouse, over a white thin undershirt, and a pair of nylon tights. The tights felt smooth in her hands, and Diana could tell that the blouse and skirt were well made as well. They were soft and flexible, but strong. However, there was one thing - two things, actually - that were missing.

"There's no panties here." Lisa said. "Or a bra either. Are we supposed to just wear our own or...?"

Her sister could already tell that the answer to this was going to be ''no''.

"I am afraid underwear is explicitly forbidden in the company for females." The man said. "You're going to have to do without."

Diana coloured a little at that, but nodded silently.

"So we should get changed then...?" She said, looking up at him. "But you're not going to leave the room, are you?"

"I need to ensure that the two of you are wearing the proper clothes." The man said. "We wouldn't want you to sneak a bra or panties in, would we? So I am afraid that I am what you might call an impartial observer."

"Impartial..." Diana shook her head. Her heart was beating fast now. She could feel the seconds stretching on. She'd been naked a few times in front of others. Usually boyfriends, or sometimes her sister if she was getting out of the shower and had forgotten a towel or something. But never before a stranger. She felt a prickling between her legs, her nipples were already pushing against the inside of her bra. Her heart beat fast, and a strange sense of helplessness had come upon her.

She looked at Lisa, her ice blue eyes meeting with her twin's warmer blue ones. She could see that her younger sister was also struggling now. But both of them felt the trailing edge, the desire to push on. Panic bloomed at the back of their minds, but some part of them wanted this, and they pressed on, playing into the roles they had set for themselves.

Her fingers felt cold and awkward, fumbling as they clasped the neck of her top, and drew it up over her head. Then, her fingers trembled as they started to undo the buttons on her shirt, starting with the neck. Each one resisted for a brief moment, and then released. Each release seemed to Diana to build her stress and tension, as each one further revealed her body. The man was watching, seemingly amused at her shyness, and she felt herself blushing, the blood rushing to her face as she exposed herself to this person.

One by one, she undid the buttons on her shirt, each one revealing more of her pale body. She felt the fabric pull against her skin, hyper-sensitive due to the feeling of being watched. She bit her lower lip, feeling her arousal growing. Her mound was starting to get wet, and she could feel her nipples getting hard, something she knew she would not be able to hide. A moment later, her shirt was undone, and Diana paused for a moment before shrugging it off, as if putting off the moment she would be exposed. But she knew she could delay it no longer, and so, wormed her arms out of it and let it fall to the ground behind her.

A short, sharp breath followed as Diana felt the cold air press against her skin. Now, she only had her bra to protect her chest. She could feel the fabric of it pressing against her breasts, the straps which ran behind her back suddenly felt so very tight. Her skin was breaking out in goosebumps, oh god, this felt like nothing she had ever expected or fantasised about. She felt so **** and open, exposing herself was one of the hardest things she had ever done. Her mind recoiled and fought against it even as her body was swept by waves of desire and arousal. She didn't want him to see her naked, but she didn't want to stop either. She was caught in a flurry of emotion, divided between desire and want.

To buy time, she kicked off her shoes. The ground felt cold against her socks. She was breathing quickly now. Her embarrassment was obvious in her face. She knew that she had to keep going. The jeans next.

Feeling the gentle pressure of her hands as they pulled at the jeans nearly made her groan. Her mound was sensitive and getting more so by the moment. She felt like there was a growing heat between her legs, and even the slightest touch made it burn all the hotter. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down as her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of her jeans. Then, she kicked them down, exposing her long legs to the cold air. She gasped, the tension of the moment hard to ignore.

At her side, Diana could see that Lisa was doing the same thing. Her sister had been a bit more enthusiastic than she had, but there was still a sense of shyness to it. Lisa had already got rid of her skirt and top, and was now wearing on her bra. Even as she watched, Lisa's bra twitched, and then fell as the arms were undone, exposing her twin's chest.

Lisa's chest was smaller than average, though only slightly, but she was far from flat. Her breasts were delicate, with a thin areola coloured a bright pink, and nipples of the same hue. Her chest was perky, small, but well shaped and desirable, an artefact of her running as much as her legs and well formed muscles.

Diana's own chest was different. Larger than her sisters, as she unclipped her bra and exposed it, she felt the man's gaze sweep over her. His eyes burned as they trailed across her naked skin, making her flinch away. Her nipples hardened with want, making her arousal obvious to the world. He smirked, but said nothing, and that was harder to ignore than anything else he could have done.

Diana's breasts were larger than Lisa's, being slightly above average. Her areola was a darker shade of pink, verging on brown. She fought back the urge to gasp as she felt the cold air brush her sensitive skin.

It was almost done. Almost, but not quite.

Slowly, reluctantly, Diana's hand moved to the elastic of her panties. She felt it pulling against her lower waist as her fingers dipped under the band. The elastic stretched slowly, her finger felt alien against her own skin. She hesitated then, slowing to a stop. Part of her was screaming, telling her that she didn't have to do this, that she didn't want to do this. But the rest of her was bathed in the rolling sea of humiliation that was already rising within her body. The air felt cold against her naked skin, her nipples were stiff, she could feel the man's eyes on her body, his lust clear in his gaze. Diana's stomach clenched, her face coloured. Her own body was frozen for just a brief moment, torn between desires.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Diana muttered to herself. Her fingers hooked around the band of her panties, and she slowly started to draw them down her waist and legs. Every inch of skin they exposed tingled, and she felt the cover slowly eroding as inch by inch, she bared herself to this man.

Diana felt her heart racing; her throat was dry. She wanted to shy away from this man, to take her clothes and run from that place. But she didn't. She was transfixed, she felt almost as if she was not the one in control of her body at all, but rather merely watching as someone else piloted it. Her pussy tingled, her mound already wet. She could feel the arousal racing through her body.

As her panties dropped to the ground at her feet, Diana felt naked in more ways than one. Utterly helpless now, she had removed every barrier, stripped off her clothes, and stood before this man with nothing to protect her dignity. His eyes roamed over her, hungry and bold. He stared without shame at her chest, noting her nipples, and then turning his eyes downwards, tracing a path along her belly straight to her mound. There, her arousal was obvious, making her want to avert her eyes from him lest he see the shame and desire that danced in them.

Diana's vulva was not shaved, but her pubic hair was not thick. it was a light carpet of darkness which outlined her lower lips. Now, it also glistened with the beads of her arousal, she could feel the heat and dampness between her legs, only growing more and more obvious as she felt his eyes on her, hungry and wanting.

Would he take her here and now? In this room? Just tell her to bend over and fuck her? Or...or would he have her service him before that? Maybe he'd have Diana and Lisa put on a show first, make them **** one another...

Diana **** herself to breath, managing to maintain her self control as she reached for the uniform that she had been given. As she started to get dressed, her eyes wandered to Lisa, who was now also naked.

As with before, their bodies were similar due to their blood relation, but not exactly the same. Lisa's body was more toned, with skin that had a bit more colour. Her pussy was shaved and bare, with nothing at all to hide her womanhood. Her labia was more delicate than Diana's, being somewhat thinner, and her mound being slightly less pronounced.

Diana turned her vision away from her sister, even as she felt her emotions surging, the heat of the moment making her dizzy. Quickly, she worked to don the clothes she had been given. They were a bit small for her, but she felt that was probably the point. The nylon tights clung to her legs, showing them off to the world as she walked. The white undershirt squeezed her chest, just enough that she could not forget it was there, and to emphases it through her blouse. . It was button up, too, and the dark skirt was short enough that Diana felt she was constantly on the verge of flashing everyone in the room.

The clothes felt strange and alien as she put them on, but she tried to ignore that feeling. Getting dressed in front of the man was also equally weird. Diana had never gotten changed in front of a guy before, though she'd stripped a few times. Putting the clothes on felt different, and his eyes never left her body as she dressed.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, both Lisa and Diana were dressed. The man looked to each of them in turn.

"Now that the two of you are properly dressed, we'll run you through the duties of the day." He said, leading them from the changing room and back towards reception. As they walked, he continued to speak, his words making Diana’s heart flutter, as much as she tried to remain calm. The world around her seemed to move in slow motion, she felt warm from head to toe. The strange clothes she was wearing hugged her body in unfamiliar ways, and the fact that she was not wearing panties or a bra really was impossible to ignore. The fabric of the white shirt rubbed against her breasts, combining with the heat of the moment to excite her and tease her chest. The lack of panties was no less terrifying, though. Each step she took, Diana felt the cold air brush up against her naked skin. Her sex trembled, tingling with anticipation to make her mouth dry. She dreamed each step she took, the feeling of vulnerability was total. She winced each time a breeze caught her skirt, or the edges of it jerked with the motion of her movement.

She knew that it would only be a matter of time before someone saw her down there. She knew that the skirt would betray her in the end. Each time she felt it start to move, a little bloom of panic exploded in the back of her mind.

And all the while, the man talked.

“I’ll be candid with the two of you.” He said. “Since you’re not in a position to leave, I’ll give you the full introduction. From this moment on, the two of you will be serving the company in any way that you are required to. Any way. The same is true for all of our secretaries, and many of our other female staff. From the moment you joined us, your bodies no longer belonged to you.”

Diana gulped, hearing that. Her heart was thundering, and she looked to Lisa, who was equally pale. The two sisters shared a glance of silent reassurance, and kept moving.

“You will be expected to obey orders from any member of staff.” The man went on. “No matter what those orders are, nor how degrading they are. The only exception to this is if the orders would put your lives at risk, or another, higher ranked, member of staff gives you orders to the contrary. If you do well, you will be promoted, and have a chance to become of the few female staff members who gain the same privilege as the rest of us. If you do badly, you can and will be punished. Your duties will be sexual, but also include the more mundane aspects of the job. As much as we’d like to keep you as sex slaves, we do have a business to run. To that extent, you can keep your uniform, and are expected to wear it each and every day unless otherwise ordered. We expect you to give your very best every day, and if we feel you are slacking in this regard, then you will be punished. If you try to escape, you will be punished, as well as any other secretary caught working with you or who is suspected to have aided you. Finally, since the two of you are twins, you’ll probably be pleasuring one another as often as you are yourselves. I’d say I hope you don’t have a problem with that, but let’s be honest, it’s not like it really matters.

“Finally, though you will be allowed to return home most nights, the company reserves the right to keep you here over night, or even send you to spend the night with one of our employees if we so desire. Do you understand all of this? Both of you?”

Diana’s voice caught in her throat. She felt as if she was signing away her life, as though this were all still to be decided, and all she had to do was disagree and it would be over. Her breath stalled in the back of her throat, her body felt hot. Tingles ran up and down her spine. Part of her screamed to refuse the man, to deny him, no matter what hold he had over them.

“Y-yes...” She said instead. “I…. I understand.”

“Me too...” Lisa added. The two sisters flushed red, realising what they had just agreed to, but it was too late. It had been from the moment they stepped into the building.