Jenny's Diary 6: Where to from here

My live strip show had been nerve-wracking but exhilarating. Although I had nearly pulled out of it, once I was in the middle of my routine and taking my clothes off, and the crowd of guys showed that they liked what they saw, it was thrilling. Would I do it again, perhaps more regularly? I had the card of Pam's stripping agency, and she had assured me that they would take me on, but being a professional stripper? I wasn't sure about that at all. Certainly the money was good, but I remembered what Pam had done and that seemed just too close to prostitution for comfort. Still, I had enjoyed the sensation of getting undressed in public so much that I wanted to experience that high again. Perhaps I could do occasional strip shows at private parties, just for fun? But how could I arrange that? Matthew's friend's bachelor party had been a one-off.

***

Being naked in front of a roomful of men had given my confidence a huge boost, and I stopped wearing panties whenever I wore a skirt or a dress. I was always careful about up-skirt displays at work, but when I was out I continued to have a lot of fun. I was "caught" several times. The subway was the best - it was easy to pretend to be engrossed in my phone or a book and let my legs slide open. Once on a late ride home on the subway I found myself sitting opposite a young, geek-looking guy. He wore thick glasses and blushed furiously when I glanced up and saw him ogling me. There weren't many other people nearby so I decided to give him a special show. My legs were crossed and my skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh. I unobtrusively pulled my skirt even higher, then uncrossed my legs and slowly opened them; as usual I wasn't wearing panties. A quick glance round the train showed that nobody was taking notice.

I put my phone away and looked up at the geek. He was also on his phone, but I was pretty sure he was aware of what I was doing. Then he lifted his head and looked at me. I smiled at him, held his gaze and opened my legs wide. My skirt was hiked up to the top of my thighs and I could feel that my pussy was wet. The geek's mouth sagged slightly and his eyes widened behind his glasses. There was no doubt that he had a complete, uninterrupted view of my naked pussy. He went red in the face but could not tear his eyes away.

The train stopped at a station and I quickly covered up. When we pulled away again the coach had emptied even further. I checked that nobody else was watching then opened my legs again. By now the geek had relaxed a bit and he even smiled at me. I smiled back, unbuttoned the top couple of buttons of my blouse and opened it up. I was wearing a bra, but it was lacy and sheer and I knew he was getting an eyeful of my cleavage.

And so it continued for a few more stops. I didn't want the guy following me or to have any idea of where I lived, so I decided to get off at the station before my usual stop. When the train came to a halt, I covered up as I had been doing, then stood up quickly and slipped out the door just before it closed. I stood on the platform and blew the geek a kiss through the window as the train moved off. My last view of him was his open-mouthed face, staring at me as he slid past.

***

Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse at work. I was summoned to a meeting with one of the senior partners, James Friedman, and the Human Resources manager, Marion Kowalski. James Friedman was in his late fifties, quite severe and very formal, and was always addressed as Mr Friedman. Definitely no first-name terms with him. Marion was in her forties, generally friendly and easy-going, but she had never been married and it was rumoured that she was rather bitter about it. Both of them were known as being sticklers for protocol.

I sat down in Mr Friedman's office. He was behind his desk and Marion sat in a chair to the side.

"Jennifer, I'm afraid we've had some complaints about you," began Mr. Friedman.

My heart sank. I suspected what these complaints were, but I had to act innocent. "About what?"

"Your attire, for one. And we've had reports that you've been, er, stripping in the evenings."

"We require all our employees to adhere to a strict and appropriate dress code," interjected Marion. "The firm strives to project a professional image. Are you even wearing a bra, Jennifer?"

What? Did I hear right? "Excuse me?"

"I've heard stories that you sometimes wear revealing clothes at work. We can't allow that. So are you wearing a bra?"

"Yes," I replied indignantly. "Do you want me to show you?" Thankfully, I was wearing a bra, but I prayed they wouldn't ask about panties. As usual, under my skirt I was naked.

Mr. Friedman blushed slightly. "Well, I don't think---"

But Marion cut him off. "I don't believe you. I would like to see." I stared at her disbelievingly. Did they want me to take my blouse off in front of them? "Just show us your bra straps. Both shoulders. That will be enough."

I thought quickly. I was already in trouble, and they had demanded to see whether I was wearing a bra. OK, I'll show you, I thought. I stood up, unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it down to my waist. As it happened I was wearing one of my sexiest bras that day, lacy and sheer. My nipples were clearly visible through the cups. "Satisfied?"

Mr Friedman went red and Marion looked furious. She clearly wasn't expecting that. I wondered if some of her obvious anger at me was because she was rather flat-chested herself. But I was wearing a bra as they demanded, so what could she say? My bra was certainly not the mother grundy type that Marion probably expected, but the company could hardly dictate to its employees what kind of underwear they should wear. "I suppose you want to check my panties now?" I asked sarcastically. It was a gamble; if Marion demanded to see what was under my skirt I would really be in trouble. Lose my job, possibly.

Mr Friedman took a grip on himself. "No, that won't be necessary," he said firmly. "You can get dressed now, Jennifer. But we still have to discuss this other matter of your stripping. Is that true?"

I pulled up my blouse and buttoned it. "I have done a few strip shows," I admitted. "But only privately, for friends. I don't strip at a club."

"Well, that's something." Mr Friedman looked at Marion. "What do you think?"

"Has it interfered with my work?" I demanded. "Surely what I do in my own time is my business. If I'm not late and my work is still good, what's the problem?"

Marion consulted a folder. "There've been no issues about your work," she admitted. "In fact, all the reports I've seen commend you."

"Any complaints from clients?"

"No. They all speak highly of you." She flipped through some pages. "Actually, Barry Thompson at Haybridge & Sons has asked whether you can go on-site more regularly."

I smiled inwardly. Haybridge & Sons was an out-of-town client, and the last couple of times I'd gone to their offices I'd worn much racier attire than I dared to wear in our office. I usually wore see-through blouses with the top few buttons undone and a lacy bra underneath, and contrived to show off my breasts several times during each visit. The last time I'd been there I'd had a meeting in Barry Thompson's office and I'd let him look up my skirt. I'd been wearing a lace thong and I knew my pubic bush showed quite clearly through it. I pretended I didn't realize, but I'd seen the smile on his face.

I stood up, carefully ensuring that no up-skirt revealed my pantie-less state. "Is that all? Can I go now?"

Mr Friedman looked a little relieved. Marion was clearly not satisfied, but he outranked her and she had nothing concrete to hang on me. "Yes," he said. "Thank you, Jennifer. Keep up the good work."

It worried me a little that I'd made an enemy, but what could Marion actually do? She was in Human Resources, a support function, and had no direct influence over me. I resolved to continue being very careful and not let my exhibitionist fetish interfere with my work. But the good news was that there were no complaints from Haybridge & Sons, so when I went there next I could go even further. My pulse quickened as I thought about it.