1. Dress Off 2: Erica vs. Kimberly (Part 1)


    Date: 1/3/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: staceyshackleton, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    place to end this feud. As you both know, we’ll send you your game outfits in the next day or so, and we’ll give you instructions as to where to start. Needless to say, any transgressions against our simple and easy to remember rules will involve meting out some penalties. We’ll only fire one warning shot, so please do try to observe the niceties of fair play. Please don’t attempt to get external help to solve the clues, interfere with your outfits and their behaviour in a manner we think is against the spirit of the game, and lastly, don’t hide out of sight or stop walking or running out in public.” “So,” Kimberly interjected, “when I solve these clues, Erica’s outfit malfunctions totally humiliate her, right? Because just to be clear as her boss, I’m totally fine with that.” “Bitch! When I finish solving those clues I just hope I’m there to witness you being fully exposed as the total and abject loser that you are.” “Oh, Erica, is that any way to talk to your superior?” Stacey wasn’t even in the room, but she could still see the sneer on Kimberly’s face that accompanied that last comment. “Yes, yes,” Mitchelson replied, having temporarily lost control of the conversation and now determined to bring it to an end, “the winner will have no regrets I can assure you, and we offer the loser a generous all-expenses-paid trip to an entirely new you. Of course, there is a small matter of the legalities...” at this point Stacey jolted back into life as she remembered her one and only ...
    task in this matter, and hurriedly walked over the door of room 5F. She slipped a package under the door, and then turned and half-sprinted for the stairwell, making it through the fire door to the stairs just before she heard the room door open and Kimberly Reed call out to the unseen phantom courier. 'Game on,' thought Agent Stacey Shackleton. ************ “Nice, ASS”, Mitchelson called out as Stacey returned back to base. You’d think - Stacey mused - that a full month after her male colleagues had stumbled halfwittedly across that particular acronym of her title and name, that they’d have moved on to something else. Apparently not. “Who do you think is going to win ‘Dress Off’, then?” Stacey called back, refusing to rise to the provocation. “Me!” said Mitchelson, happily. *********** Two days later, Kimberly Reed stood in a stall of the third floor women’s toilets in the City Library, staring down at the bag that now contained what she’d worn as she walked into the building. The package from Decider Enterprises had been pretty clear, and she’d only momentarily entertained the idea of keeping her own underwear on beneath what the company had given her. Not that what she’d been told to wear actually looked all that bad, truth be told. As she looked out of the open stall door into the mirror beyond, she saw her graceful, taut body show off her current outfit like a designer’s dream. Her raven-black hair contrasted with the simple white blouse perfectly, and the blouse itself ...
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