Measuring up: an erotic short story. Fourth and final indecent instalment

The Monday morning meeting had been a blur. The real work started today and the realisation was almost too much. I was shaking. Doubt was nibbling me. Apprehension was chewing me. Insecurity was ripping chunks off me and swallowing them whole.

'What do you think?'

Pam held up a hanger. Dangling from its black plastic shoulders was a dazzling white uniform of sorts. My big blue eyes grew even bigger.

'I'm wearing that?'

'Yes, of course. One has to look the part!' She shook it then held it out. 'Try it on then.'

'Where?'

'In here. Can you excuse us, Geoff, love?'

Without a word, her lover left the room.

'Should I tie my hair back?'

I swept it back into a ponytail and held it, while Pam subconsciously brushed hers over an ear.

'Definitely.'

I popped my jacket over the chair back and unzipped my dress.

'Damn! I have black undies on. They'll show through.'

'No, I don't think so. Top quality this, Sally, not some fancy dress costume this!'

In seconds, I was standing in my bra and knickers, my heels and hold-ups. Without taking her eyes off me, Pam unbuttoned the overall and passed it to me. Doubt twisted my mouth.

'It looks small.'

'Yes, honey, it does.'

Her face was flushed, her tongue was heavy, and her eyes were focussed on my crotch. Fuck. As if this wasn't complicated enough. I squeezed into the garment and, with difficulty, buttoned it up. It had a little turn-down collar, short sleeves and reached just above my knees.

'I can't wear this Pam, it's...'

'Fabulous! Fabulous! Honey, you look amazing! I would die for your body!'

'Thank you.'

I didn't know what else to say. I did a self-conscious twirl as she continued to ogle me.

'But you'll have to lose the bra. You were right. It shows through. Knickers show through too. Damn!'

Her voice was slurred, as if from drink, though I knew it was simply lust inebriating her lips and tongue. I panicked, called for aid.

'Geoff! Coast's clear. You can come in now.' I turned back to Pam. 'I think a man's perspective might be useful.'

She nodded resignedly. Geoff strode back in.

'Hey, that looks fabulous! And I love how you can see your undies through it! So sexy!'

I sighed.

'It's not supposed to be sexy. I'm actually supposed to be a nurse. They have to trust me. They have to be relaxed. I have to be believable. Wait!'

I turned my back on them, undid the buttons and took the thing off. After placing it over the chair-back next to my dress, I reached around and unclipped my bra then dropped it on the chair seat and quickly slipped the uniform back on. Geoff cursed under his breath. Pam thumped him somewhere. He grunted. I twirled while buttoning up. Geoff was shaking his head.

'Knickers too, love, I'm sorry to say. They're plain as day!'

He was right. They snagged on my heels before making a nest of a bra cup. The cool air on my genitals was very liberating. Again I twirled.

'Better?'

Pam was shaking her head.

'Good job you shave, honey, or that would be visible too. That material's not the quality I was promised!'

Geoff piped up.

'And I hope it's warmer in there than in here. You'll be poking their eyes out.'

He was right. My nipples were chafing. Pam thumped him again.

'You shouldn't be looking, mister!'

He rubbed his arm.

'They're nothing compared to yours, love. No contest.' He looked at me, winced and quickly added, 'No offence, Sal, but, well, yer know...'

I could do nothing other than agree.

'Yes, I know.'

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