Lorna
Lorna knew it would be another boring day the moment she opened
her eyes. She looked at the ceiling, exactly the same as every
other hotel room ceiling she had ever been in. Another day of
standing at the booth, waiting for customers that would not come,
watching the business men in their gray suits pass by without
even glancing at her company's products. A complete waste of time
and money.
With a deep sigh Lorna got out of bed and walked over to the open
window. She felt the morning sun warming her bare skin. At least
it is not raining, she thought to herself. That was the only
advantage of attending a
tradeshow in
the street far below, suddenly realizing she was standing here
naked for everyone to see. A little smile curled around her
mouth. Well, let them look, she thought. At twenty-nine, watching
her diet and working out regularly, she had nothing to be ashamed
of. At five foot eleven she was tall and slender, with long legs
and a narrow waist. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders,
almost covering her firm breasts. No, she was not ashamed of her
body at all. Slowly, Lorna turned away from the window and went
into the bathroom.
She emerged twenty minutes later, feeling fresh and awake, and
very angry. She had just remembered how her boss had called her
in his office, just before she left. He had used a lot of nice
words, but it really had boiled down to the fact that the company
had decided the show was not worth the effort, all sales people
but Lorna had been pulled from it, and she would have to do it
cheaply.
It wasn't even the fact that she was considered the least
important of all the sales people that made Lorna mad. She knew
that she did not have the fanaticism that others have. But when
her boss told her that she would have to limit her expenses to
forty dollars a day, she felt insulted, and that anger welled up
in her every time she thought back of the conversation.
With the anger boiling inside her, Lorna was getting dressed.
What did the company think--that she was going to cheat on them?
Didn't they trust her anymore? Why would she stay loyal to them,
when they were using her like this?
Why, indeed? At that moment, a thought came to Lorna. There was
nobody at the show that she knew, or was likely to run into ever
again. She was only there to uphold the image of the company.
Well, she did not care about the company's image, and was not
going through another boring day at a boring show. Today, she
would have some fun at the show.
She looked again at the clothes she had selected. A white satin
blouse and a light brown skirt with buttons on the front. Calming
down, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Yes, that would
do perfectly. Quickly, she took all her clothes off again and
then put the blouse and skirt back on-- nothing else. She could
feel her excitement grow when she examined herself critically in
the mirror. Her breasts did not really need any support, but with
the excitement, her nipples clearly poked through the thin
material. Other than that she looked just like an ordinary sales
woman. It was nice to feel the fabric of her clothes directly at
her skin, but the excitement would wear off soon enough.
She counted her buttons--nine on the skirt and seven on the
blouse. Sixteen in total. Then she looked at the alarm clock next
to the hotel bed. It was
stroke of