To Take it all off and Move on

Nicole was conflicted. Every time she walked into a room, she found herself humiliated. But she also found herself increasingly horny. She felt like she could talk herself through and around the things she had been **** to do so far. With three doors in front of her, however, she wasn't sure how long she could hold herself back from doing something that would ruin her career, or worse.

That said, stripping bare on camera would also likely ruin her career.

It came down to simple math. Three opportunities for humiliation compared to one. Her hands moved, almost on their own, to the zipper at the back of her skirt. As every logical bone in her body slowed her down, the zipper was eventually pulled down, the skirt was dropped, and Nicole stood in front of an unknown number of cameras in her best lingerie. As good as she looked, however, she was about to show off a lot more, and the thought of being stared at by men and women throughout cyberspace ran a tingle down her spine.

She couldn't let them see her arousal, however, not if she was going to try and salvage any dignity. She did her best to steady her hands as they moved behind her back, towards the clasp of her bra. She unhooked it and let it fall to the floor.

Her hands moved to cover her c-cup breasts, but then she stopped. By making this decision, she was going to be naked for however long this adventure was to continue. She needed to come to terms with the fact that people were going to see her body. Besides, she should be proud of her body. She worked hard for it, often using fitness as a coping mechanism for the stresses of working in politics. She **** her hands, with some effort, down to her sides. Then, with considerably more effort, she **** them to the waistband of her panties.

Having already crossed some unspoken threshold of nudity, there was no need for hesitation at this point, she quickly slipped her panties off, revealing that, like her breasts, the lingerie was doing very little to support her fantastic ass. A red landing strip revealed to more people than she previously thought possible that the carpet indeed matched the drapes.

With an almost ritualistic slowness, Nicole gathered her discarded garments, and after a moments hesitation and a few deep breaths, she placed them in the empty panel, which quickly closed, never to be seen again. With more arousal than fear, Nicole realized, the stakes had certainly been raised.

"Hey Nikki!" Said the voice "I know how warm it is in there. Those nipples aren't hard from the air conditioning." Nicole didn't need to look, she could feel them, and the eyes on them. A vicious circle of exhibitionist arousal. "If you like being naked so much, why not put the collar on?"

The door swung open.