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CHAPTER 2
"WHAT," the petite girl said loudly, flying out of her seat. "NO WAY! HOW DARE YOU?"
"Now, now calm down Tara, this is a business deal, don't fly off the handle," Jim said. But it was Vanderkamp's hand on her shoulder, pressing her back into her seat that had the most impact. Meekly she followed his order and sat back down, not noticing that her skirt had ridden up her legs and showed a hint of her white panties underneath.
"Look, I am not going to coddle your Miss Smith, you can take my offer or leave it," Vanderkamp said. "However, a girl like you won't see $10 million in her lifetime so if I were you I would take a long, hard look at this offer."
Her whole body was shaking. This was a no win situation, she thought. Go naked for a year or lose her job and destroy her life. Tears started flowing out of her eyes. "Why, why me," she wailed.
"Well, because I think you are a gorgeous specimen and I want to see more of what you showed me yesterday," Vanderkamp said. "And two, after looking into your history, I knew you had the most to lose."
The girl bit her lip again, her mind racing. "What would I have to do," she asked meekly. Vanderkamp smiled. She was considering which meant he had her.
"Look, you can not be as stupid as all of this cunt," he said, standing in front of her. "You will remove your clothes right here and now and not put anything on or cover yourself in any way between now and one year from today. You will also follow all of my instruction to the letter. Now, do you agree to the terms of this deal or not?"
"Oh God," she said, covering her face with her hands. "But I'll be arrested. People just can't walk around naked."
"Well Tara, we are in luck," Jim said. "Because you are from Rhode Island, you are entitled to proclaim that you are a religious nudist. No police department can arrest you without fear of prosecution of taking away your religious freedom. And of course the University would have to accept your religion and would not be able to fire you."
She bit down harder on her lip, deep in thought. No way, she thought, I could never walk around naked…I would die from the exposure and the embarrassment. But how can I turn down $10 million? Her family would be set. Wouldn't a year of humiliation be worth it to save her family?
"But I would freeze to death," she said, looking at both men with big eyes. "Could I wear a coat outside or something to keep me warm?"
Vanderkamp suppressed a smile and got stern again. "Look cunt, I am tired of this. Frigal, I am going to have to withdraw my offer because Miss Smith seems too good to accept my $10 million."
"WAIT! Please, have some compassion," she said, begging. "I mean, this is a lot to throw on a girl, you know. Can I think about it?"
"No, I am sorry Tara, but the agreement date states it must be signed today by 10 a.m., some 10 minutes from now," Jim said, sliding the agreement towards her. "After that it becomes null and void."
Oh God, Tara thought, tears unabashedly flowing down her cheeks.
"Tara, I don't think I have to tell you what this money could mean, both to you and the University," Jim said. "Isn't one year of your life worth it for all of the good you can do?"
The girl again bit her lips. "How can I be sure you will keep your end of the bargain," she asked.
"Miss, I am a respected man of business and have never renigged on my word," Vanderkamp said. "However, to protect all parties, I have had a contract drawn that specifies the task required and the payoff. I have signed it and so has Jim. Now all it needs is your signature."
Tara stood up and walked over towards the piece of paper. She read in very graphic detail about her nudity with the contract stating that her "tits, pussy and asshole may never be covered without the expressed consent of Mr. Vanderkamp" and that she was "required to serve Mr. Vanderkamp in all ways, including sexually."
Using all of the strength in her 20 year old body, she leaned over and signed her name over the line, effectively condemning herself to year of nudity and servitude.
"Now, you are in violation of the terms of our agreement," Vanderkamp said. "I suggest you take steps to honor your commitment immediately or the contract is null and void."
Tara was shaken. She knew that she would be required to take her clothes off but was surprised that it was so quick.
Knowing that she had no choice she stood and slid her shoes off her feet. Because it was still warm she had chosen not to wear pantyhose and now stood barefoot in her boss' office. Deciding that her blouse should be nest she started unbuttoning her blouse, trying to remain as covered as possible for as long as possible. Her trembling hands struggled to get the buttons off but finally they were undone and she removed her blouse.
Vanderkamp let loose a low whistle, further humiliating the girl. Her breasts were smallish, just 34B, but they were round with full nipples. She saw that her bra did little to hide their features from the leering men. Figuring they could see her breasts pretty well anyway, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra and let it fall down her arms.
She had underestimated how the lack of bra would make her breasts look obscene. Her nipples were hard as rocks and sticking straight at her VP who was trying not to gawk but could not resist looking at his topless office girl. He had barely noticed her over the nine months she had worked for him and now he wondered what he had been thinking. This girl was stunning.
She tried to ignore the leering eyes of the two men and began to unzip her skirt. Without fanfare she let it fall in ball around her feet. In that moment, she tried to remember what kind of panties she had worn, a silly thought when she would soon be totally nude but a thought that all girls have. She looked down to see a plain white cotton briefs and exhaled, thankful that she had chosen her normal sensible panties. She had one sexy pair of red lace, bought by an old boyfriend and sometimes wore them to feel sexy. She was glad that she had made the safe decision today, though even she realized what a crazy thought it was to think about her panties seconds before she would remove them to stand naked for the beginning of a one-year period.
Tara hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her long legs and they also piled at her ankles. She stepped out of both the skirt and her panties and unbelievingly stood naked in her boss' office in front of him and this other man, now her Master.
"Okay, put your hands behind your neck, your feet shoulder width apart and thrust your tits out," Vanderkamp said. Meekly Tara followed every direction to perfection, something that the man had noticed and had been certain would happen after meeting her yesterday. He spotted that sliver of subservience in this girl and had been right. She had fallen right into the pose.
"Good cunt, this is the way you will present yourself in my presence unless otherwise directed, got it," he said sharply.
She nodded but was reprimanded to use her mouth. "Yes sir."
"Excellent, now it is questions time."
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