You have to.

"Just, turn away for a second OK?" you say, but he just laughs.

"Holly, I'm going to see everything this week. EVERYTHING. That's why I want you here, just get naked and put that sexy shit on. Quick, I don't wanna be late for my discussion class."

You swallow, and the lump in your throat is like a chunk of rock. But your hands move, and then your fingers move, and before you know it you're unbuttoning your blouse in front of Sean - the jerk you turned town countless times last year.

"Nice," he comments, "Such a pure white bra. Couldn't be more different from the one you're gonna be wearing. Ever worn a cut-out before?"

"Of course not," you answer, quietly.

"I figured." You can hear his grin, even though you're still facing away from him, looking down at the lingerie on the table. You unclasp your bra and let it drop from your large, natural, surprisingly perky breasts. Then you pop the button on your figure-hugging jeans, but he stops you. "Turn around." You think about answering back, but already it seems pointless to argue with him about stuff like this. You turn to face him, topless, and try to keep your expression as neutral as possible, as his eyes eat up your full, luscious breasts and your dark nipples with lecherous joy.

"Fuck yeah. I've waited a long time to see those tits. Now the jeans."

You kick off the sneakers and socks you were wearing to work, lower the zipper and start to ease the tight denim off your curvy hips. You don't want to, but you have to shimmy to get them down, and doing so makes your D-cups jiggle for him. You hesitate before losing the panties, but... fuck, you've got to. Still facing him, but not looking at him, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of the simple white lace underwear... then slide it down your legs in one smooth motion.

"Nice, neat little bush," he comments about your trimmed pubic hair. "Perfect." God, you wish he didn't think so, but there's nothing you can do about that now. Now you're naked, stark naked in front of your new 'employer' and the only thing you can think is to get your 'uniform' on as quickly as possible.

You fumble as you pull the skimpy black lace panties up, and even once they're in place you keep fiddling with them until you realize that it's the hole cut out right over your pussy that's rubbing against the folds of your sex and making you feel so uncomfortable. You can tug the crotchless panties into a position that'll cover your modesty a little, but they bite in painfully in other places if you do that. The black lace at the front is so thin that you can see your bush through it, and so skimpy that your short black curls are peeking out over the top.

And then the bra. Again it takes you a few minutes to position it comfortably, and when you do, you're horrified to see the effect it has. Your breasts are ripe and heavy at the best of times, but the way this bra gives you support, but also has quite large holes for your nipple and some of your flesh to poke out of, makes them look almost comically pornographic. The bra makes it look like you're just waiting for someone to suck on your nipples, or to lead you by them. Your blood isnt' chilled anymore - it's boiling with shame and frustration.

To your surprise as you fasten the white apron to your front it actually turns out to cover your nipples. But only just, the slightest tug would pull the white cotton away and let your fat tits spill out. And while the lower part hides the front of the panties mostly, of course it does nothing to cover that shameful cut-out underneath.

"Perfect," growls Sean. "Now get cleaning."