Their mom comes back
From Create Your Own Story
| Status | ||
| Condition | rushed, frantic | Apparel and Items: panties, vibrating egg (inside her vagina) |
| Day, Time | Monday, early morning | |
| Need to Bathroom | Only a Little | |
| Level of Humiliation | slightly embarrassed from being exposed while being sexually stimulated | |
She heard her mother’s footsteps. She grabbed her blazer off the bed and, with her back towards the door, quickly put on her black blazer that came down to the middle of her thigh.
“Good, you’re dressed. Just put on your shoes, and let’s go.” Her mother ordered. Katie side-stepped over to her shoes and slipped them on, careful not to bend over too much.
“My, that skirt’s shorter than the last time I saw it. Did you alter it?” her mother asked.
Katie shook her head. She waited for the woman to leave so she could get dressed, but it didn’t seem like she was gong anytime soon. She looked down at herself and saw the amount of cleavage her blazer made. With the buttons all done up, the neckline still ended in the middle of her breasts. When she lifted her leg to put her shoes on, she saw that the jacket mostly covered her panties. Could she really do this? Could she go out to a job interview with just a jacket, panties, and an annoying vibrator on? It seemed it would be worse if she came clean with her mother so she stood there weighing her options.
“Well. If you’re not gonna move, I’m gonna make you!” her mother grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her down the hallway past Emily, who saw Katie’s predicament.
Emily giggled as her sister walked by, and couldn’t imagine what she was going through. Since her mother was in front of her, she didn’t see how much of Katie was on display. When they got to the car, Katie chose to sit in the back seat, out of view of her mother, and to practice how she would sit during the interview. Emily got in her car after they left and headed to where the interview was to take place, trying not to be discovered by either her mom or sister.
Katie decided that crossing her legs was out. She opted to press her legs together and keep her hands in her lap as long as she could. When they arrived, Katie’s mother bid her good bye and told Katie to call her from the office so she knew when to pick her up. Katie jumped out of the car and walked away, not turning around to acknowledge her mother. As she entered the building, everyone’s eyes were on her and her exposed cleavage. It was now that Katie felt very exposed, and it seemed every nerve on her body was aware of its exposure. She was acutely aware of her nipples suddenly getting hard and rubbing against the rough fabric of her jacket. The air on her legs and cotton-covered nether region exacerbated the vibrations coming from the egg, overwhelming her and causing her juices to flow. She couldn’t believe she was getting aroused by all this. She knew that if she took too long of a stride that her panties would be on display. She had to take small steps with her hands clasped in front of her crotch just to make sure she didn’t accidentally flash anyone. ‘They must think I’m a prostitute’ she thought as she approached the front desk. Emily arrived shortly after, and waited outside the door while her scantily-clad sister talked to the receptionist.
"Good morning, how may I help you?" the woman behind the desk asked, her smile falling when her eyes met Katie's outfit.
"Oh, I have an interview with the placement center. They are gonna help me find a job." Katie explained.
"It's on the third floor, second door on your right." the woman explained.
"Thanks." Katie said, walking away and hoping the woman wouldn't notice how little she was wearing.
"Gee, if that's what she wears for an interview, I'd hate to see what she thinks is appropriate working attire." The receptionist thought to herself.
Katie walked over to the elevators before thinking that she wouldn't want to be couped up inside an elevator full of men in her outfit. However, taking the stairs meant not just more legwork, but that anyone coming from below would have an excellent view of her panties. Not to mention the view down the front of her blazer that people coming from above would see. Katie had to decide if that was better than having to share an elevator with a bunch of men that might be crammed, with their hands and arms touching various parts.
In the end, Katie decided...
