What's next?

Get to work

Gulping down her shock, Bix first tried to brush her long dark hair down over her breasts, to give her less to try and cover with her hands. But nature had given her a pair of well-proportioned breasts that stood proud from her torso, and however much she tried to use her hair, her dark nipples remained uncovered. Joining the end of the line of prisoners getting to work, Bix settled for clasping both hands firmly over her crotch, hiding her most intimate area, while leaving her breasts and her round buttocks bare.

In the work room she joined her usual table, the other prisoners looking her up and down in undisguised amusement.

"There was no uniform for me." Bix explained, blushing, "I had ****, they made me come like this."

"Bastards." One of the others stated firmly.

"Could I just... you know... hide in a corner somewhere?"

"Not a chance." The leader of the team replied, "We're not working one short all day just because you're starkers. Look alive, we're starting."

Parts were delivered to the table and they got to work, Bix reluctantly releasing her covering hands in order to help, well aware of the punishment that faced the worst-performing table. She tried to immerse herself in the work, her natural ability at mechanics, but she could not ignore that she was in the middle of the room without a stitch of clothing on her body!

Just get through, she told herself over and over, it's only a ten hour shift....