Paige Turner sat up in bed hoping she might have awakened from a nightmare
that would explain away the torment she endured the previous couple of
days. But no, she again found herself naked in the guest bed of her
ex-employee, Stephanie Fuller's house. 

She showered, put her hair up in a ponytail with a Scrunchy she had found,
and looked for her only set of clothes. 

Nothing. 

She wrapped a towel around her and peered out of her door. She looked back
at the clock, 10:20, ^Good^ she thought, ^Rod has probably left for work.^

Thinking she would just encounter Stephanie, she crept downstairs. Working
her way to the kitchen, she ran into her sitting at the dining room table.

"Oh Stephanie." She said surprised to see her there. "I mean Ms. Fuller."

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty, or should I say Cinderella. I've been making
a list of things you might be able to do to start to repay our hospitality.
You sure sleep in like a lady of leisure while you are racking up this
sizeable debt you owe me. Look here." Stephanie said turning a tablet
around and sliding it across the table for Paige to read.

"Oh my god. You think I owe you this much?"

"Well, look closer. It starts with the two weeks wages you owe me from the
bookstore, taxi service in the dead of night, room and board, custom
tailoring, babysitting you for the cops, and personal grooming. The list
could go on and on."

"I had no idea."

"That's just it. You wouldn't listen to any of us at the bookstore and you
drove it into the ground. I liked working in a bookstore and you took that
away from me."

"I'm sorry."

"Hell, you don't even listen to yourself. I can't believe you thought it
was the wisest thing to do to drink away all of your cash, then drive until
caught, and call me to clean up the mess, like you used to do at the
store."

"What would you like me to do?" Paige said with uncharacteristic humility
and then sat down to take the load off of her unsteady legs.

"Well, I started a list." Stephanie said pulling the tablet back and
flipping the top page up over. "Helping around the house goes without
saying."

"Yes of course I will."

"Then I was thinking for instance, that you could be a model."

"What?"

"Sure. You're attractive, maybe not the same as me, but you've got the
height thing and long legs that models always have. If I were six inches
taller like you, I'd think about going into modeling myself."

"I don't think I could do �"

"Oh sure you could. The only thing you need that would make it a shoe in is
to let me dye your hair blond. You'd get any job you auditioned for."

"No, I � I think you are over estimating � I couldn't � My hair?"

"Leave that to me. I'm good at these things. I've got other ideas, but we
can discuss those later."

Paige thought better than to argue. Her immediate concern was to get
clothed, even if they were the clothes Stephanie modified after she
arrived.

"Do you know where my clothes are?"

"Of course, they are in the laundry."

"The laundry?!"

"Do you think you can just wear the same thing everyday without having it
cleaned. Not in this house missy."

"What do I wear?"

"Well, I have good news there. We have the beginnings of a wardrobe for
you. Rod has agreed to give you the gold pajama top. He thinks it looks
better on you than on him. Actually, he and I share the pajamas. He takes
the bottoms and I get the tops. But I've got others."

Paige was waiting for more, hopefully much more.

"And � come with me. And you can wear this anytime you want for working
around the house."

Paige's heart sank when the surprise was an apron. The bib would probably
just about cover her nipples if she didn't move and the skirt wrapped
halfway around her hips providing modesty only from the front.

"Here," Stephanie said pulling the towel away, "try it on."

Paige didn't have the time or reflexes to resist the towel's removal, and
chose the cover of the apron over attempting to cover herself with her
hands. She had to decide how far up to tie the bib straps around her neck
to cover her breasts as it affected the hemline in front.

Paige's eyes welled up with tears, but Stephanie was unmoved. 

"Don't worry. I'll give you opportunities to earn more clothes for your
wardrobe in the future."

The doorbell rang.

"Time to start earning your keep. Go answer the door." Stephanie said with
a surprise swat on Paige's rear.

Paige lunged forward initially but stopped and turned toward Stephanie.

"But �"

"But nothing." Stephanie put her hands on Paige's upper arms and turned her
back toward the door. Then she pointed with one hand and swatted her again
with the other.

Paige felt like she had no choice and walked to the door. She looked back
to see if Stephanie might have changed her mind before opening it a crack
to see who was there. 

There on the stoop was a uniformed man. He looked similar to a policeman,
but the uniform was different somehow.

She peeked around the door and he said, "Is there a Paige Turner staying
here?"

"Ah, yes that's me."

"Can I come in? My name is Eriksson ma'am; I'm from the Fire Marshall's
office. May I have a word with you?"

"What's it about?" Paige said stalling.

"Let the man in." Stephanie insisted.

Paige opened the door wider and let him in, hiding herself behind the door
until the very last second. Then she put her arms up with her fists under
her chin to hide that which the apron left revealed of her chest. The
inspector looked her up and down not believing his luck and glanced briefly
over at Stephanie before clearing his throat and asking, "Ma'am, could you
have left anything cooking on your stove before you went out for the
evening the other night?"

Paige froze in thought afraid of what she might recall. "I don't know,
why?"

"Well, it looks like your stove was the cause of the fire in your apartment
building."

Stephanie was fascinated with the possibility that Paige may have also been
responsible for destroying her own home and possessions. "Would you like
some coffee? Maybe some juice or some water." Stephanie asked.

"I guess coffee would be nice, black, if it wouldn't be too much trouble."

"Oh, no trouble at all. Paige? Would you do the honors?"

Paige was in no position to argue. She started to back up out of the entry,
but ended up backing into a chair by a table and had to react quickly to
keep a picture from falling. The inspector's eyes bugged out and Stephanie
smirked. Paige ran into the kitchen before she broke out into tears in
front of them.

When she came back out with the coffee, they could hear her coming from the
clattering of the cup on the saucer in her shaking hand. Paige found she
had to slow down and hold her wrist with her other hand to have enough
strength to hold it. 

The inspector was delighted with the downblouse view of her apron as she
handed it to him. Then he cleared his throat and produced a form. "So is
this your current address?"

Paige looked at Stephanie perplexed. 

"Yes it is officer." Stephanie replied and then smiled at Paige.

"And what is the name of your insurance company?"

Paige felt panic as she suddenly recalled that cancellation notice she had
ignored. "I can't remember and all of my records are gone I think."

"Yes they are, unless you kept any of them at another location."

"Well, maybe at my business, but I'm locked out of there."

"I'll just put 'pending' here for now. Okay, if there is a hearing, I need
you to sign here that you will make yourself available."

Paige held her other hand over her apron bib while she leaned forward to
sign the document on the coffee table.

As he was leaving, he took one last obvious look up and down Paige's body
and left a happy camper.

Paige was shaking.

"I know how to take your mind off your troubles. Let's make you look
pretty." Stephanie said taking Paige's upper arm and leading her into the
kitchen.

"Can I see how it looks?" Paige asked meekly when Stephanie finished towel
drying her hair.

"Sure, the mirror in the hall." Stephanie said beaming at the bright golden
blonde dye job she just completed on Paige.

Paige looked at herself in shock. She had never considered what she would
look like as a blonde.

"Do you really think � ?"

"When this is dried and brushed out you will really like it." Stephanie
assured her as she combed out loose tangles with her fingers in Paige's
long hair.

Paige sat patiently while Stephanie blow-dried her hair curling in body to
the otherwise long straight hair.

"Now, I'm going to put on some make up." Stephanie said. 

Stephanie approached Paige's face as a canvass, impersonally enjoying the
decorating of her living doll.

"This is fun. You look fabulous." She said.

"Can I see?" Paige said sounding a little age regressed.

Paige was shocked to see a stranger looking back at her in the mirror. She
had never worn makeup that way or that much before. The bright red
lipstick, the new golden blonde hair and her naturally pale blue eyes made
for a striking pallet of color, a kind of glamour and hooker look all
wrapped up into one.

"Now for the clothes." She said pulling the spacey Paige by the hand back
to the kitchen.

"What happened to my blouse?" Paige asked realizing that the tails tying
the Daisy Mae were retailored to have a small Velcro tab hold the blouse
closed below her breasts. The blouse wasn't much protection from exposing
her breasts in the first place, but tying the shirttails did seem more
secure for what there was of it.

"I improved the look, don't you think? It looks more trim and has a more
professional, cleaner line to it in front. You can thank me later. Let's go
out."

"I think I should stay here and work around the house for you."

"There will be plenty of time for that. I want to get you a present for
being such a good sport about letting me doll you up."

Once inside the mall Paige asked where they were going. "We're going to
'Fantasy Intimates.' I think I know just the thing." Stephanie replied.

Paige perked up her walk hopeful for additional options to her wardrobe.

Stephanie pointed out how Paige was turning nearly every head, male as well
as female, as they walked by. "Now only model material can command that
kind of attention."

"You don't think it is because I am nearly naked in this outfit?" Paige
asked referring to her white Daisy-Mae top that revealed the hint of her
areolas, her bare midriff and the short skirt gapped in the back up to her
pantiless crotch.

"Uncross your arms and walk naturally. Feel what it is like to be admired."

Paige tried complying for a couple of stores.

"I don't think I'd be cut out for modeling." She said crossing her arms
again. "Having people look at me confuses my mind. I can't think straight."

"You'll get over it. We've got to go where the money is or you may never be
able to pay me back."

Paige followed Stephanie into and around the lingerie store. Stephanie had
Paige try on a few revealing outfits. It was like trying clothes on a doll
in the toy store for Stephanie. Paige had learned to just go blank and
follow along with Stephanie's lead not wanting to give her cause to blow up
as she had shown herself to do before.

Stephanie had something paid for in a bag waiting when Paige reemerged from
changing back into her clothes.

"That for me?" Paige asked hopefully.

"Could be." Stephanie teased and led her to the food court. 

They sat down and Paige couldn't stop thinking about what might be in the
plastic bag. 

"What do you want?" Stephanie said looking around at each of the
concessions.

"Ah, pizza?" Paige replied.

"No, too fattening. We need to take good care of your moneymaker. How about
a salad?"

"Okay." Paige reluctantly agreed.

"Here, I'll buy, you fly." Stephanie said handing her a twenty and then
telling her what she wanted.

Paige stood in line with her arms crossed twisting nervously side to side,
while Stephanie sat at the table calling on her cell-phone and admiring the
job she had done fixing up her Barbie Doll.

As Paige approached the table, Stephanie stepped in front of her to see if
she got the order right. Then she asked, "And where's the change?"

"It's inside my blouse; I'll get it for you as soon as I can put down this
tray."

"No, I see it. I'll get it." Stephanie said reaching in and feeling one of
the wonderful objects of her envy.

Paige blushed and nearly dropped the tray. Nobody had touched her breasts
in a long while, and that was in the dark. Stephanie had hooked her little
finger purposefully over the Velcro tab, so when she pushed her hand in
more, she ripped it apart.

Paige squealed jogging in place. "Close it. Close it quickly. Please close
it." She implored Stephanie.

Stephanie pealed back both halves of the blouse independently and looked
under them for any money still stuck to the fabric before calmly closing
the tab for Paige. "There you go." She said patting the closure. "That was
a close call."

"Close call?! Everybody was staring at me just then."

"Well, that wouldn't have happened if you hadn't made such a scene."

Paige set the tray down and sat for awhile trying to catch her breath. She
looked shyly at everybody around her who had seen what they wanted to see
and were now focusing more on their own stuff. As she began to eat her
salad, Stephanie pointed out, "I'm almost done. You'd better hurry up with
that."

Paige gobbled up what she could. She took a couple of forkfuls as Stephanie
stood up to go. "Get enough?" Stephanie asked.

Paige nodded with her mouth full. Then she bussed the table and ran in her
heels with her arms cradling her bouncy breasts and new blonde hair flowing
back to catch up with Stephanie who was already headed down the mall to the
exit.

On the way home Paige couldn't wait to see what was in the bag. She almost
peeked but a look from Stephanie at just the right time cut her off.

In the house Paige asked if she could see what was in the bag.

"No, a little later. I'm having some people over for a business meeting so
we need to get ready."

"A what?"

"A business meeting to help me with a plan for helping you earn money in
modeling."

"I really don't think I'm cut out for it. Couldn't we look at something
else?"

"What, like stripping or hooking or something? Would you rather do that?"

"No, of course not."

"Well, the only way I can think of using your obvious physical assets right
now is modeling. You got a better idea? Do you have any family that would
loan you any money?"

"No. I used the inheritance from my parents' estate to open the store."

"I'm sorry." Stephanie said. "Well, unless you can think of something that
can financially jump you high enough to get you out of this hole, we'll
just have to go with my idea won't we."

"Yes, I suppose."

"Good. Then why don't you take off those clothes to keep them nice for
company and start vacuuming and straightening up."

Paige put on the apron and started to clean the house at Stephanie's
direction while Stephanie put together some finger food in the kitchen.

Her nipples became increasingly sensitive to the material of the apron bib
rubbing against them as she worked the vacuum cleaner. Eventually she
decided to try to vacuum completely naked since Stephanie hadn't left the
kitchen since she last told her where to find the vacuum.

It felt naughty to be nude and moving freely in someone else's house,
especially while they were in another room. Paige shifted into a fantasy
mode to avoid the seriousness of her situation that continued to haunt her.
She imagined she was a naked harem girl dancing for royalty as she
vacuumed. She imagined she was a naked sprite spreading pixie sparkles as
she dusted, and she imagined being caressed helplessly by irksome furry
creatures as she stopped cleaning to stroke herself with her fingers.

Stephanie watched silently from the dining room as her houseguest stood
bowlegged, head back, hugging her breasts with one arm while her fingers on
her other hand worked earnestly on her twat. When her Barbie Doll started
to whimper, Stephanie threw her towel over her left shoulder and walked
back to the kitchen yelling, "Are you done yet?"

Paige was shocked into awareness. She picked up the apron and ran into the
front hall and put it on while yelling back, "Yes, it's all done."

"Good." Stephanie said coming back into the living room wiping her hands on
the towel. " My, you really worked hard. You've even worked up a sweat.
You'd better get dressed. I expect people to be arriving any second now."

Paige went upstairs and took a quick rinsing shower. She put her new blonde
hair back up in a ponytail, put her two meager items of clothing back on,
stepped into her heels, and went downstairs.

Stephanie saw her and reacted, "Oh my gosh. We have to quickly redo your
makeup."

Paige stumbled along in tow and sat as calmly as she could in the presence
of Stephanie's manic energy to get her made up again for the company.

"Come in!" Stephanie yelled stepping out into the upstairs hall and calling
down. "We've got to go downstairs."

"Wait in the kitchen here until I call you to bring in this cheese tray.
Okay?"

"Sure." Paige replied back in a melancholy tone.

"Okay, everybody is here. You can come in now with the cheese tray. I'll
bring in a six-pack."

Paige followed Stephanie into the living room. The room was thick with
lust, envy, and resentment. There sat her former employees, three women and
two guys, all of whom she had kept on for the last two weeks knowing full
well that she probably would not be able to pay them. She owed them
different amounts, only one woman and one guy worked fulltime, but she owed
them all nevertheless.

Stephanie asked her to pass the platter around. Paige was mortified, and
they were collectively shocked at seeing her transformation from stuck up,
bitchy, demanding, conservatively dressed boss to blonde bimbo. As she
leaned over with the platter for the seated guests, the ones in front could
see the complete nature of her blushing breasts that she so diligently
concealed all of the time she had known them. From behind, they could see
peeks of her butt cheeks as the material rode up. There was no way or place
to hide from his or her prying eyes.

No one seemed sensitive enough to pretend they weren't looking either. They
all had a beef with her, and now the lads were growing hot and bothered.
The view was worth their paychecks as the price of admission. The gals were
amazed and jealous. Paige's body was even more spectacular than they had
imagined. Before this they were only really jealous of her calves.

When Paige was through with the first pass around, Stephanie took the tray
from her hands and placed it on the coffee table. Then she put her arm up
around Paige's shoulder and spoke.

"As you know, we are all here to help Paige get back on her feet." She
looked at Paige. "I know that seems strange for you to hear, considering
you screwed everyone here in the room out of two weeks pay, but in our
helping you pay your debts, all can be forgiven, you can walk with your
head held high, and you can take another stab at being a productive member
of society."

Page was so embarrassed she couldn't move. Bitchy Paige would have tried to
shame them back for looking at her the way they were, but Bitchy Paige was
absent.

"We have formed an informal business arrangement and I am the general
manager." Stephanie said walking behind Paige and putting her hands on
Paige's arms just above the elbows. "What we are going to do today is
brainstorm and put together a business plan for you." Stephanie continued
starting to adjust Paige's posture. "So you can make the most money
possible in the shortest period of time. There that's more like it."

Paige's eyes darted around like a cornered animal as everyone watched her
be pawed and adjusted by Stephanie.

"So Gail, will you take the notes?"

"Ready."

"Okay, Michael, any thoughts?"

"I think we need to consider basic things like the walk and the turns that
models do."

"Good, good. Gail, just write every suggestion down no matter. We can cross
out or change anything later."

"I know; I got it."

"James?"

"A model needs to be able to follow directions. Time is money on a shoot,
man."

"Good one."

"Ashley?"

"I think a model needs to have the confidence to act in the moment."

"And maybe just confidence in general too. Kathy, your thoughts?"

"Models not only need to look good, but they need a certain attitude I
think."

"Okay attitude; that may also connect with confidence. So Gail?"

"Well, being comfortable in front of a camera of course."

"Good answer." James cheered.

"Is somebody winning a prize here?" Michael said to razz James.

"Okay, those are all good. I'd like to add that we need a contract."

"Good one." Gail seconded.

"I can have Rod help us with that."

"Anything else? Anyone? Okay, well that is a good start I think, don't
you?" Stephanie said now moving on to other business. "Now, did everyone
bring an outfit they would like to see Paige model for us?"

Paige snapped to when she saw what looked like a bikini slide out of
James's bag. "Now wait." She said with her palms out toward the group. "I'm
sorry for what I did to you. I really am. I don't want go along with this
modeling idea, but I do owe you all some money and I do intend to pay each
and every one of you."

"Is that because we are all here putting you on the spot, or were you going
to pay us anyway?" Gail challenged.

"To be totally honest with you I didn't know what I was going to do, but
I'm the kind of person that would have eventually paid you all back. I was
paying you out of my personal savings and credit cards until they all ran
out, for god's sake."

"That's nice, but that doesn't explain the last two weeks." Stephanie
retorted. 

"Look, I'll do my best to do a modeling thing if one presents itself and
I'll try to figure out other ways to pay you all off completely. I promise.
Just don't make me do this here, right now, please."

"How long do you expect for us to wait? We have bills to pay. Our contract
with you was to be paid every two weeks. We did the work." Kathy asserted.

"I would give you the money, right down to my very last cent, this instant
if I had it, but I don't, really." Paige pleaded while Stephanie shrugged
and nodded a confirming smile.

"Hey, you're a lot hotter than everyone thought Ms. Turner. You could be a
good model. Why don't you want to do it?" James asked.

"Well, I'm just a modest person I guess, and I don't like people looking at
my body."

"That's fucked, man. Women who want to be models would kill to look as good
as you do." James retorted.

Paige started to cry. "I want to be appreciated for my mind and who I am,"
she said then paused to sniffle, "not how I look. I can't deal with that."

"Well it's time to see how the rest of us live. By the way, we all saw your
mind at work in operating the business and all experienced who you were
every day we had to deal with your bitching." Stephanie said in rebuttal.

Paige grew silent, teary, and looked down, lost for words.

Stephanie put her arms around her from the side. "Come on. That was the
past. Believe it or not, we are here to help you. You might even learn
something valuable about yourself that you never knew existed. It worked
for me the first time I went to a nude beach."

James slid to the edge of the seat and complimented, "Stephanie, you fox!"

Stephanie smiled it off. "Women have been modeling since time immortal and
they have been appreciated by women as well as men. I can't believe a
person who risked her family's fortune in business couldn't marshal the
internal resources to meet a challenge as commonplace as this."

She took Paige's arms and gave her a "buck up" body shake. "Now, I see
James has a two-piece you could try. After all, swimsuit modeling is a
common modeling gig, and you'd be showing less than I do at the beach now
wouldn't you."

"It's my sister's." James said handing it to Stephanie. "It is a size
smaller than you suggested, but I thought I'd give it a try anyways just in
case."

"No it's fine, James."

Stephanie took the suit and led Paige around the corner into the back of
the hallway. A comment made by someone stuck with Paige as she exited the
room, "You sure were dead on about the confidence part."

Stephanie undressed the dejected Paige and helped her step into the bright
red bikini. When she crouched down in front to adjust the gusset, she
observed, "Now with this bikini on, aren't you glad we just did a trim?"

Paige whimpered fearfully. Then Stephanie adjusted the top on her breasts.
"Looks great. Now lets go meet your audience."

Stephanie pushed the melancholy Paige down the hall, around, and into the
living room. Paige wanted to cover up, but the areas she wanted to cover
were already adequately covered so she crossed her arms across her stomach.

"Well, what do you think?" Stephanie asked the group.

"What? About her body?" Michael asked. "It's 'kickin' all right, but I'd
like to see the walk and how she turns."

"Okay, anyone else?"

No one responded, They just sat there embarrassed or dumbfounded looking at
their former boss standing in front of them on display in a red two-piece
swimsuit, hardly better than standing there in front of them with nothing
on at all.

Stephanie directed her to walk back and forth in front of them. Eyes went
from the subtle, gentle bounce in her breasts to the muscles of her legs
and butt. It was sensuous to them considering the context, but Stephanie
realized that it was not the kind of walk required.

"Okay, just try walking without the heels on this time."

That was all together different.

"But, stay up on the balls of your feet. Yeah like that. It flatters your
legs."

Paige walked with a little more ease.

"Okay, that's good. Now, who has something else we can try?"

"Well, I brought this. It's not as cool as a bikini though." Michael said
holding up a dress.

"Wow, Michael. You didn't go out and buy that did you? That looks
expensive." Kathy observed.

"No, it's my dad's girlfriend's dress. I've got to get it back before she
misses it."

Stephanie took Paige's bikini off before Paige realized that she could have
left it on as undergarments to have under the silky black dress with
nothing but spaghetti straps holding it up. If it had had any lace on it,
it would have been mistaken for a black slip.

"There, that looks nice on you." Stephanie flattered, but realized that
Paige would probably have trouble keeping the straps on her shoulders if
she didn't straighten up out of her depressed posture. 

With the dress cut plunging low down the front and below her shoulder
blades on the sides and back, the only way to keep her breasts covered was
to stand up as straight as she could or what little material there was
would fall away from her breasts.

To make matters worse, the dress was exciting to wear, both from the feel
of the material as well as the style. Much to Paige's consternation, she
could feel her nipples hardening and poking through the silky material.

"I can't �" She mumbled as Stephanie pushed her around the corner and into
the room again with her body jiggling the shimmering material.

This time there were audible responses from the group going form utterances
of pleasure to outright compliments.

"Okay walk the line." Stephanie directed.

Paige started out carefully realizing that walking unchecked in the heels,
even on the carpet, was causing her breasts to bounce. As she would look
down to check on her nipples, the material would droop away causing her to
hold her head up straight. This happened a couple of times until she
realized the only way to keep her top on properly was to stand up as
straight as she could.

"Okay, any comments?"

"That was much better. The walk I mean. She still has a killer body."
Michael said proud of his choice of garment.

"Yes, that walk was much more like it. Did you notice what that was like?"
Stephanie asked Paige.

"Yes." she nodded impatiently. "Can I change into something else now?" She
felt naked in the outfit as it hugged her every curve.

"Who has something else? Okay, Ashley what is that?"

"It's a thong. I've seen thongs modeled on the runways on fashion reports."

"Okay, let's do it."

Stephanie pulled the dress up over Paige's head and Paige instantly covered
her breasts with her hands.

"I can't go out there in that."

"Sure you can. What's the difference between this and James's sister's
bikini bottom? A couple of inches?" Stephanie said picking up Paige's foot
into the openings like she was a horse. "You'll probably be wearing these
all the time in modeling. They don't show any panty line like regular
underwear does." Stephanie said adjusting the strip in back.

Then she started pushing Paige back into the living room again. "No wait."
Paige said in panic as she tried to stop the forward progress by digging in
her heels.

"Don't worry. You can keep your hands on them like you are now."

The group applauded when they saw their bitchy boss trying to cover her
breasts and wearing just a thong and heels.

Stephanie ordered her to walk up and down again and stood ready to block
her exit to either the kitchen through the dining room or upstairs through
the hall.

The group continued to applaud as she walked up and down. If she pushed her
breasts in with her hands they expanded around them. If she held them
lightly, they pushed forward showing the ample sides in another way. All
she could really manage to shield from their prying eyes were her erect
hard nipples pushing back against the palms of her hands.

Stephanie and the group kept her out in front of them longer than any of
the earlier times commenting on her walk, how contemporary thongs were and
how she would get to like to wear them, how she must be feeling more
confident to be able walk around without a top on, etc. Eventually, Paige
was padding impatiently in place and they couldn't make up any more chatter
about it so Stephanie took the bag with the garment in it from Kathy and
took Paige back around.

"I can't do this. This is mortifying."

"There is just this one in here and the one outfit I have for you. Don't
worry mine covers you almost completely."

"Well, get this thong off of me and let's get it over with."

"Yes ma'am." Stephanie said sarcastically.

Stephanie pulled out a leather bra. "Oh that Kathy. Here you can put this
on yourself."

Paige put it on only to find out that a three inch round cutout in each cup
left her areolas and nipples exposed. "I can't wear this." She declared
just about fed up with the whole enterprise.

"Sure can. You can use your hands to cover them as before. Here, sit down
and pull these on."

Paige sat down looking at her breasts poking through the bra cups as she
pulled on fishnet stockings.

"Okay, now stand up." Stephanie said so she could wrap around a leather
garter belt and fasten the stockings. "This is pretty kinky. I wonder if
Kathy and her husband ever? Okay, it looks like you wear this too." She
said referring to a chrome and leather collar. "Ope. Still more. Give me
your hands a minute." Then she fastened leather and chrome cuffs to her
wrists. "All right then. Let me take one last check around. Looks right,
let's go."

"But what about underwear or something?" Paige said trying to dig in her
heels against Stephanie's push again.

"You told me to take off the thong, not me. Use one of your hands."

When Paige was pushed into place around the corner, she had taken one hand
from a breast and placed it over her fancy arrow trimmed bush and shifted
her other arm across her exposed nipples. The group cheered and whooped at
the site of the kinky costume.

"God Kathy," Ashley elbowed, "where did you come up with that little item?"

"Oh we found it in a catalog." She said clapping with the others.

When Paige was made to parade back and forth in front of them in the kinky
costume, she kept her ass checks held tightly together so the secret of her
bald pussy would remain safe. The costume, the ardor of the group, the
friction of her arm on her breasts and her legs rubbing together were
turning her on both at her rock hard nipples and her now juicy pussy. 

When she was told to stop and stand for comments she kept scissoring her
knees like she had to go to the bathroom. 

"Yes Kathy."

"You know," Kathy said getting up and approaching Paige, "this wasn't put
on the right way."

Paige looked worried.

"This outfit is made to attach the wrists here and here." She remarked
pointing out the hooks on the cuffs and the rings on the collar and garter
belt.

"Lets fix that." Stephanie said taking Paige's hand from in front of her
pubic area and quickly attaching it to her hip on the garter belt, while
acting in consort, Kathy grabbed her wrist hiding her boobs and attached it
to the other side.

"There," Kathy said standing back, "that's one option."

While the guys whistled, the girls craned their necks to see around Kathy.
Paige bent forward and tried to back away. Stephanie and Kathy each held
onto an arm around the elbow and Paige had nowhere to go. Plus, without the
use of her arms, she had no way to cover up her turgid nipples and the
trimmed arrow pointing down to her denuded pussy lips.

"Wow, Ms. Turner, you're hipper than I thought." James said looking at her
bald pussy exposed in her momentary struggle to get free.

They had some talk as before ostensibly to guide Paige's new career, while
she occasionally tested Stephanie and Kathy's grips.

She let loose on Stephanie when she was brought back around to the changing
area. "There was no call for that. I may owe you money and be in your debt
at many levels, but that was low down, rotten, and mean." 

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I guess you can't see the bigger picture,
that I am helping you with more than just your debts. So, it sounds like
you are prepared to wipe out all that I have done for you at work and the
last couple of days over a little exercise you don't understand that was
designed to loosen you up about life and get you more prepared to welcome
it."

"I told you I wouldn't be good at this modeling thing." Paige said throwing
the fishnet stocking toward the bag. "I just don't like being exposed like
that. I've never experienced anything as humiliating."

"Never? How about the police station? I guess you were too drunk to realize
how degrading that experience was. Well, if you are going to throw all I am
trying to do for you away over Kathy's well meaning trick, then we are
going to have a rough working relationship and maybe you'd be better off
just putting your life together right now on your own."

Paige sat there naked and not bothering to cover up staring like she did
when she saw her apartment burned to the ground. Stephanie packed up
Kathy's gear back in the bag and turned to see Paige starting to cry. 

"I'm sorry." She balled. "I don't know what is wrong with me."

Stephanie bent over to hug her. "Maybe that's your problem you always look
at what's wrong. Wherever you look, that's eventually where you go. Look on
the bright side this time. It makes whatever I have for you easier by
comparison doesn't it?"

Paige started to calm down to upper body spasms and sniffles, wiping each
tear she felt as it started to fall.

"What did you get for me?" She said like a child being distracted from
crying.

"Hold on, I'll get it."

Stephanie returned with folded material. Paige perked up. Stephanie shook
it out until it was clear to see that it was some sort of body stocking.
"See, something that covers just about everything. Now isn't that better?"

Upon closer examination Paige could see that it was a one-piece suit that
looked like a pink Lycra leotard over white lace tights. There was even a
detachable gusset to allow the wearer to pee without pulling the whole
thing off.

"I got this for you because I thought we were starting to work so well
together as a team. I can take it back if you are still mad at me."

"No, please. I love it."

"Well then put it on, your audience awaits."

Paige wiped her last tears away and eagerly put on the garment. She was so
excited to have her body finally covered, that she didn't even notice that
the semi sheer nylon lycra looked like it was painted on. It scooped in
front down to just the hint of cleavage and in the back across her shoulder
blades. Without any lining, Paige's excited nipples and areolas were
visible in detailed relief as well as for her pussy where there was hair
left and where there was none.

She walked out proudly on her own to a muted response. The group was
collectively embarrassed for her parading in front of them like the empress
in her new clothes. They realized from her lack of effort to cover for
modesty that she must have not been aware that she looked almost completely
naked from their vantage point.

"And any comments?"

"Killer body, I say." Michael blurted.

"She'll do great. Maybe we should think about business beyond getting paid
back - If that's okay with you Ms. Turner." Gail said.

Paige just smiled naively posing, feeling momentarily euphoric about
things.

"Well, that should about do it for the day. When should we reconvene?"
Stephanie asked.

"None of us are working yet, tomorrow Friday or Saturday?" Ashley offered.

"I'm working." James said. "Well, it's part-time again."

"Oh, where at? Are they hiring?" Ashley asked.

"Maybe. At Pro Labs you know on Providence? But my schedule is flexible. I
can change shifts if I have to."

"How about tomorrow Friday then. The sooner we get this business rolling
the sooner we all get even."

Paige's face went from blank blonde bliss to questioning furrowed brow at
the sound of the words "get even" so Stephanie quickly added, "You know,
get back to square one so we can all get on with our lives." The
clarification softened Paige's look again.

When the guests had left, Paige continued to wear her new garment. She was
upbeat because it was a gift from Stephanie, because it felt sensuous to
wear, and because it was the only thing that covered all of her body.

As they cleaned up Stephanie surprised Paige by asking her to wear the
apron over the body stocking. "I think you are right. I am not ready for my
husband to see someone dressed sexier in this house than me."

Paige put on the apron floored. Not only was Stephanie conceding a point in
an earlier argument, but she was flattered that Stephanie thought she might
have an effect on Rod, strictly from a woman's point of view, and not
intending to compete with Stephanie in any way for her husband's
affections. At the dinner table she for the first time in a long time was
anticipating and trying to catch a man looking at her body when she was
willing to display it.

That night in bed Rod lay on his back with his fingers interlaced behind
his head recounting his day while Stephanie waited patiently rubbing his
cock and balls for her chance to tell him how exciting hers was.

She started off by telling him about the group and solicited his promise to
help them with drawing up a contract. He said he would be happy to as she
put her mouth on his cockhead. When she got to the part about putting the
reluctant Paige into the red bikini, she swung her leg over him to straddle
his face saying, "If you want more, you've got to keep kissing me."

Rob happily obliged and propped pillows under his head to be able to give
her a tongue lashing for as long as it took.

As she talked about Paige modeling garment after garment, she was getting
closer and closer to Rod clipping her horns. 

Finally, when Rod complimented her on the genius behind exposing Paige in
stages, she came the moment he plunged his tongue back into her love
tunnel. She rode it out hugging down on his body, licking the side of his
cock that she held in her hand.

When she regained enough strength to pay some attention to Rod, he asked
what his wife honestly felt about Paige's body.

Stephanie sucked her husband's cock and cradled his balls as she described
how she viewed Paige's body. Rod was mesmerized to learn that a woman could
appreciate another woman's body in many of the same ways that a man does.

"And those nipples. Nipples are nipples, right?" Stephanie said bobbing his
knob between sentences and stroking his shaft. "But there is something
magic about her nipples. When she lets me see them, they make even me want
to suck on them. No wonder she goes to such lengths to keep them under
wraps."

"Oh god here I go." Rod said relieved, and then eked out one last question
before cumming, "When do I get to see your doll in action?"

"Don't worry Honey," Stephanie said milking his shooting penis, "the next
time the group gets together we are going to have her learn how to get
comfortable being in front of a camera."