“Am I?” Brad remarked slyly. He started to unbutton her white shirt.
“What are you doing?” she asked, although she didn’t try to stop him as he finished unbuttoning her shirt and pulled it open.
“Making you look your best,” he answered. He snipped the bra straps off her shoulders, then cut the side of the bra. He pulled the now useless cloth off her body, leaving her breasts exposed. She was naked except for the white shirt.
“You’re not done, are you?” Suzie asked, anxiously looking around to make sure no one had noticed how exposed she was.
“Almost.” Brad took the scissors and started on the top button of her shirt. He snipped off that button, letting it fall and bounce on the sidewalk. He continued with the rest of her buttons, snipping them off so she wouldn’t be able to rebutton her shirt.
At first, Suzie had been having fun, playing along with Brad. But now she began to be aware of her predicament. Brad had removed all of her clothes, except for a flimsy white shirt that she couldn’t even close. She was almost completely naked, and she was supposed to be having an important interview in less than ten minutes. She was suddenly seized with panic.
Brad must have seen the panic on her face, because he stepped towards her and pulled her into an embrace. His strong hand slid down her back and rested against her bare ass. He pressed a soft kiss on her lips.
“Don’t look so worried,” he whispered as he held her close. His right hand slid up her side to gently fondle her breast. “I told you, you’re going to do fine.”
“My interview is in ten minutes!” Suzie was really getting alarmed. “We got carried away, Brad…these are the only clothes I brought! I don’t have anything to change into!”
“You’re not going to change into anything,” Brad told her. “You’re going to do the interview like this. You wanted to look your best… well, personally, I think you look your best when people can see your beautiful body.”
Suzie was astonished. “I can’t do the interview like this!” she protested.
Brad shook his head. “Suzie, you could do this interview no matter how you look. It doesn’t matter if you’re naked or wearing clothes. You’re brilliant, Suzie, and they’re going to see that.”
“But I picked out these clothes so carefully… I was trying to look professional…”
“Clothes can only take you so far,” Brad said. “You need to show them how confident you can be. Mr. Tibbets told you to get out of your comfort zone? So do it. Go to this interview wearing a smile and showing off your gorgeous naked body, and knock them dead. I know you can do it, Suzie.” He released her and smiled reassuringly.
Suzie looked down at yourself. She seemed so exposed. Even when she held her shirt closed, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin white fabric. And it still left her naked below the waist. “What will I tell them? How am I going to explain looking like this?”
“You’ll figure something out by the time you get there,” Brad assured her. He reached out and gently put a finger under her chin, lifting her head up. “You’re going to be fine. Okay?”
“Okay,” Suzie replied weakly. It wasn’t until she said it that she realized she really was going to go to her interview wearing only an open shirt and heels. She didn’t know what they would make of her, walking in looking like she did. But when she met Brad’s gaze, she realized that the only important thing was that he wanted her to do the interview naked. If he wanted her to do it, she would do it for him.
“Good luck. Call me later and tell me how it went, okay?” Brad kissed her again. before turning back to his car. A moment later, his car pulled away from the curb.
As Suzie watched his car disappear, she knew she was past the point of no return. It wouldn’t do her any good to stand paralyzed in the middle of the sidewalk; already, some of the cars were slowing as they caught sight of her. She timidly walked in the direction of the gray building where her interview was. The breeze caught her shirt and whipped it behind her like a cape. The cool wind against her bare skin made her shiver.
There was some benefit to being naked, Suzie reflected. Instead of spending her time before the interview worrying about what could go wrong, she instead had to devote her mind to thinking how she would explain her lack of clothes. That was what she should have been thinking of, anyway. But what she was really thinking of was the way Brad had just held her, and kissed her lips, and all the wonderful things he had just said about her. She knew she should be worried about the interview, or worried about the fact that she had been dropped off naked in the middle of downtown. But she couldn’t help but feel elated at what had just transpired between herself and Brad.
Brad hadn’t been in character. He hadn’t been rehearsing. He had kissed her because he had wanted to kiss her. Suzie supposed it was silly to value the two kisses they had just shared over the scores of kisses he had given her during rehearsals. But she felt that these two had been different. They had meant something.
Suzie was filled with an irrational exuberance as she walked across the courtyard towards the glass double-doors that lead into the building. She felt weirdly carefree, as if no matter what bad things happened to her the rest of that day, it still would end up being a good day. Men and women, scattered here and there, stared at her as she walked by, but they didn’t bother her. She actually felt a generosity of spirit which reminded her of Jenna. If any of them enjoyed looking at her body, then she was happy to let them look.
She checked the directory and found the location of the office she was supposed to go to. It was on the second floor, so she stepped into the elevator with a bald man in a suit. The man was very kind to her, commenting on her nudity and telling her that she was very pretty. Suzie was in such a good mood that when she felt his hand tentatively touching her hip, she stood patiently and let him move his hand back and over her bare ass. He seemed disappointed when she got out on the second floor.
She walked down the hallway and found the door labeled 206. When she stepped in, three boys were sitting and waiting, and they all looked up at her and stared. They all wore ill-fitting suits, and all of them wore glasses. One boy had a briefcase, and another had an odd shaped case that looked like it could contain a violin.
At a desk, a young blonde woman sat at a computer. Suzie stepped over to her and the woman looked up. Immediately, a big grin broke on the woman’s face.
“Well! You’re certainly the most interesting applicant we’ve had today. Definitely the sexiest.” The woman’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Your name?”
“Susan Moore.”
“Susan Moore. Yes, here’s your name.” The woman grinned at her. “Well? Go ahead… let me have a look.”
Suzie pulled her shirt open and struck a pose. It was a pose Tonya had taught her, where she put her right foot in front of her left, and leaned her left hip out slightly. Tonya had told her it accentuated the curve of her hips while pushing out her breasts. It also put her vagina into a line that matched the curve of her body. The blonde woman looked her up and down, then shook her head in amusement.
“Take a seat, babe. You’ve got a few minutes.” The woman winked at her. “Gabe’s going to get a kick out of you, that’s for sure.”
The only open seat was next to the boy with his violin. As Suzie sat down, she was acutely aware that all three boys were staring at her, and none of them were looking at her face.
The boy with the violin remarked, “You know that’s not going to work, right?”
“What?”
The boy dropped his eyes for a moment to the level of her breasts, then brought them back up. “They’re not going to let you into Stanford just because you go to the interview and let them see you naked. They can’t do that, it’s illegal.”
Suzie tried to look innocent. “Oh, that’s not why I came here looking like this.”
“Oh? Why then?” His tone was challenging.
Suzie turned slightly, moving her legs apart. “It just makes it easier for
me to play with my pussy.” The boy gaped at her as she casually slid a finger into her vagina and began to finger herself. At the desk, the blonde woman was laughing to herself.
After a few minutes, the office door opened and a tiny Asian girl walked out, dressed in clothes very similar to the outfit Brad had just stripped off Suzie. The Asian girl stared at Suzie as she walked out, but said nothing. The blonde woman said, “Michael Fong, you’re up.” The boy with the briefcase stood and walked into the office. Suzie was amused to notice that he was holding his briefcase in front of him, to hide his obvious erection.
Michael Fong was gone for almost fifteen minutes. When he came back out, he looked troubled, and didn’t even give Suzie a goodbye glance as he left the office. The blonde woman looked at Suzie with a twinkle in her eye. “Your turn, Susan Moore.” She held out a folded piece of paper. “Hand this to Gabe, will you? Good luck… hope your application is as nice as your body.”
Suzie walked into the office with the piece of paper. Gabe was sitting at a desk inside. He was a tall, thin man with short black hair and glasses. He seemed young, possibly in his thirties. As Suzie entered, he glanced at her, then did a double-take. Suzie had wondered whether the woman at the desk had given him some warning; now she had her answer. Gabe stared at her in astonishment, but quickly recovered his poise.
“Susan Moore?” he asked.
“Yes,” Suzie replied. She passed him the folded piece of paper. “The woman in front asked me to give this to you.”
Gabe took the paper, opened it and read it. Then he folded it and placed it on his desk. He looked up at her. “I’m Gabe Jamison. Please have a seat, Miss Moore.”
Suzie lowered herself into the leather chair that sat in front of Gabe’s desk. The chair was warm on her bare skin, probably warmed by Michael Fong. Suzie was careful to sit in a ladylike way, with her legs together and her hands in her lap. Her open shirt covered one breast, but on the other side it was hooked on her nipple, and Suzie felt too self-conscious to fix it.
Gabe regarded her for a moment. “I suppose I should start with the obvious question… do you think that you’ve dressed appropriately for this interview?”
His tone held no judgment; he sounded honestly curious. Suzie didn’t have a good explanation prepared, but she also didn’t feel like apologizing. In her optimistic mood, she barely saw a problem with looking like she did.
“I think I’m appropriately dressed,” she said with a smile. “Or rather, not dressed.”
“So what are you trying to show me by coming to this interview nude? You have a very attractive body, I’ll admit, but I’m sure you know that I can’t let you into Stanford based on your body. Are the rest of your clothes outside?”
“I didn’t bring any clothes, Mr. Jamison. I was dropped off like this.” Suzie looked down at herself. “Mr. Jamison, have you ever heard the advice, that if you’re frightened by an interview or speaking engagement, you should picture the audience in their underwear?”
“Yes.” Gabe leaned back.
“I’ve always been a very confident person.” It wasn’t anywhere near the truth, but she found that she was able to put a tone in her voice that made it true. “I’m comfortable in situations where others are anxious. I don’t have any need to picture you in your underwear; quite the opposite, I’m perfectly fine with allowing you to view me naked while we speak. I think you will find that it has no effect on my ability to speak with intelligence and confidence.”
“So that’s why you came here nude? To show how confident you can be, by putting yourself in a situation that most women would find humiliating?”
Suzie rubbed her palms against her smooth legs. “To be honest, I didn’t come here naked to make any kind of special point. It’s more accurate to say that circumstances caused me to be naked, and I was confident that it would not be a hindrance to me.”
Gabe smiled. “We shall see. I admit that you don’t seem very bothered by it.” He picked up the folded piece of paper. “Would you like to read this note from Amanda?”
Suzie leaned forward and took the note from his hand. She unfolded and read it:
“Gabe,
This one is SO adorable… I swear I want to eat her like an ice cream cone!”
Suzie hoped she wasn’t blushing as she folded the paper again.
“Amanda’s an adventurous woman,” Gabe said. “I have no doubt she appreciates the boldness you showed coming here looking like that.” Gabe tapped his cheek with his finger. Then he picked up his phone and pressed a button. “Amanda, would you come in here, please?”
A moment later, the blonde woman opened the door. “How’s it going, Gabe?” she asked, grinning. “I thought you might enjoy this interview particularly.”
Gabe waved his hand at Suzie. “Miss Moore here has been telling me that she’s poised and confident, to the point that she’ll have no problem conducting this interview while she’s in the nude.” He regarded Suzie for a moment. “I’m curious to find out if that’s true. I wondered if you would be interested in sitting in on this particular interview?”
Amanda raised her eyebrows. Then she looked at Suzie and a wide grin bloomed on her face. “Certainly!” Amanda took hold of another chair that was against the wall and wheeled it over next to Suzie’s. She sat down next to Suzie.
Suzie was surprised and shifted nervously in her chair. She supposed it didn’t matter if the receptionist overheard her interview, although it did make her self-conscious how Amanda openly gazed at her body. Suzie tried to tune her out, focusing on Gabe.
Gabe began. “Miss Moore, please tell me about the classes you are currently taking.”
“I’m currently taking Calculus, World History, AP English…” Suzie answered the question, but as she was reciting her classes, she felt Amanda’s hand lightly touch her leg. Startled, she glanced down at Amanda’s small hand on her knee, then looked at Amanda for an explanation. But Amanda just smiled, and when Suzie looked at Gabe, he was politely waiting for her to finish her answer, as if nothing was happening. “Um…” Suzie continued. “AP Physics, AP Chemistry and Russian Studies.”
Now Amanda’s hand was moving up her leg to her thigh. Suzie felt her heartbeat quicken, but tried to ignore the distraction.
“Which is your favorite class?” Gabe asked.
“AP Physics,” Suzie answered, ignoring Amanda’s fingernails, which were lightly scratching the smooth skin where her pubic hair had once been. “I’ve always enjoyed science classes, and physics in particular. I find it fascinating how the phenomena of the physical world can be… ah…” Now Amanda’s finger was wiggling into her vagina. “Ah… described using math… mathematics.” Suzie squirmed in her seat. She could tell by Gabe’s nonchalant expression that he was going to continue the interview regardless of what Amanda did, and he expected Suzie to keep it together. So Suzie ignored the fingers pinching her clitoris and tried to focus on her answers.
Amanda wasn’t going to make it easy for her. As Gabe continued the interview, acting as if nothing was happening, Amanda slid out of her seat and down to the floor. The blonde pushed Suzie’s legs apart and pressed her mouth against Suzie’s labia. Her tongue slid into Suzie’s vagina. Suzie bit her lip to keep from gasping. No one had ever licked her there before, and the sensation was amazing.
Gabe had been asking about her scholastics, but then he abruptly switched topics. “How long have you been shaving your pubic hair?”
Suzie was thrown off for a moment, but quickly adapted to the new subject. “About five weeks.”
“Were you in the shower the first time you shaved?”
“No…” Suzie felt embarrassed, but gave him the truth. “I was on the corner of King Street and Stanton Avenue.”
Gabe raised an eyebrow. “You shaved your pubic hair out on a public street? You didn’t worry the police might drive by and see you?”
“Um… actually a policeman gave me the razor and shaving cream.” Suzie knew she was blushing, but to h
er relief, Gabe abruptly changed subjects again.
“Tell me about a moment when you displayed the qualities of a leader.”
Suzie answered carefully, but it was getting harder and harder to keep it together. Amanda’s mouth had moved lower, and now her tongue was skating over Suzie’s asshole. Suzie couldn’t hide the fact that she was getting turned on; her vagina was wet and glistening, and her legs were spread wide so that Gabe couldn’t miss the evidence of her arousal.
“I love high school girls,” Amanda murmured playfully. “They’re so horny and wet. They taste so sweet and innocent… even the naughty ones that show up to their interviews naked…” Her eyes danced as she looked up at Suzie.
“What do you hope to study at Stanford?”
“My goal is to study engineering. Currently I’m most interested in… Ah!... electrical engineering.” She couldn’t suppress a gasp as Amanda’s finger pushed into her asshole.
“Have you ever had anal sex?”
Suzie answered without hesitation. “Yes. For the first time, just last week.”
“Did you like it?”
“I did. I liked it quite a bit, I asked the boy to have sex with me… in there… several more times that night. Both boys…”
“Both boys?”
Suzie was trying not to pant. “… yes… they spent the night… in my bedroom… we were experimenting with different ways…different ways that two boys could have sex with a girl…”
Gabe switched subjects again, but clearly he was very intrigued by her answers. He started asking her about her plans should she be accepted to Stanford. Suzie fought to answer him, but she felt like she was losing the battle for self-control. When Amanda began to kiss her way up Suzie’s body, Suzie couldn’t help herself; she paused in mid-answer, leaned forward and pressed her lips against Amanda’s. Their tongues tangled, and then Suzie pulled away with a gasp. She attempted to continue her answer, but her hands moved as if possessed, sliding down Amanda’s back and tangling in the small blonde’s silk shirt.
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