“I’m sorry, miss, we don’t allow black pants inside,” said the security guard stationed in a booth outside the building.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m afraid the president of our company has some ideosyncracies, and this is one of them. Another one is that he can’t stand the sight of panties on a girl.”
“So he wants girls to go without panties? I can’t believe that!”
“No, certainly not. Girls can wear panties if they like, as long as they can’t be seen.”
“So I can keep my panties on then?”, she asked hopefully.
“Not if they can be seen. I’m awfully sorry,” said the guard. Then seeing the girl’s hesitation, he added, “You can keep your sweater on, though.”
The girl started pulling down her pants, thinking how bad could this be? Maybe I can stretch my sweater enough to cover me.
She got them down to her knees, then looked up at the guard. “I’m not sure I can do this. I have a job interview inside. I don’t know if I’ll make a good impression without my pants on.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve sent lots of girls into the building without their pants. You won’t be the only bottomless girl there.”
The girl spent an inordinate amount of time pulling down her pants, a job that really should have taken just a few seconds. A million thoughts were going through her brain. Will people think it’s odd that I’m not wearing pants? Of course not, the explanation is so simple it goes without saying: I just didn’t know black pants weren’t allowed in the building. I wish my sweater were just a bit longer; I don’t think I’ll be able to stretch it over my pussy. Should I cover myself with my hands? Or should I just pretend I’m fully dressed, and let my lack of pants be the other person’s problem?
Finally, she got her pants off, and turned around so her backside faced the guard. “Can you see anything?”
“I see you,” he smiled at her, “and I think you’re beautiful.”
She laughed. “No, I mean, can you see…” she laughed again at her lack of words to ask the question. “You know.”
The guard saw she was scared, and wanted to reassure her. “You go to the beach, right?”
“Not today. I have an –”
The guard interrupted her. “I mean, you’ve been to the beach, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she replied, tentatively. “But not bottomless.”
“What do you wear on your bottom?”
“A bathing suit, silly.” She giggled.
“Sure, sometimes.” Her smile faded as she didn’t know where this was going.
“Your thong probably has a strap that’s less than a quarter inch thick. Does that really cover your bottom?”
“Well…” she thought about it for the first time.
But the guard had already thought about it quite a bit. “It really doesn’t cover your butt at all, does it?”
“But my front…”
“I’ll get there in a minute,” said the guard. “But first,…”
“Okay, I’ll give you that. My butt is covered right now just as well as it is on the beach. But my…”
“Let’s talk about your pussy,” said the guard.
She laughed, and turned to face the guard. He let the “cat” out of the bag, so to speak, by saying the “P” word, so to her surprise, she didn’t mind letting him look at it. She put her hands on her hips.
“How much of your front does your thong cover?” he asked.
“About this much.” She squinted between her thumb and index finger.
“That leaves a lot of skin uncovered, doesn’t it.”
“I suppose so, but…”
Holding his own hand up, mimicking her gesture, the guard continued, “So by wearing nothing, you’re showing this much more skin, right?”
“It just doesn’t seem to me that you’re any more covered with the thong than without it.”
“Hello? Will you let me explain?”
The guard knew he made his point when whe raised her voice. He smiled, and gave her some rope.
“My thong covers my…” She brought herself to say the word: “…pussy itself. You know, the opening.”
“Your vagina,” suggested the guard.
“Yes!” She was very pleased she got her point across.
“But your vagina is hidden right now,” said the guard.
“You’re lookin’ right at it!”
“No,” corrected the guard, “I’m looking at a beautiful pair of lips that cover your vagina. I’m sure it’s in there, but I can’t see it, because…”
“Well my lips, then.”
“What are your lips made of?”
“Skin. That’s all. It’s the same skin that covers the rest of your body.”
The girl was quiet for the first time in quite a while. Could it be true, what the guard has been saying? If there’s no difference in modesty between a thong and no thong, then either she’s been exposing herself indecently at the beach, or else she’s fully decent now. She relaxed her stance and turned to face the building as she thought about it some more.
As she stood there, wearing nothing below the waist, she wondered what she had been so worried about. She knew she was a beautiful girl, and she liked to flaunt it. Wearing sexy clothes, like miniskirts, midriff shirts, and thongs. The shorter the skirt, the sexier, she knew. The smaller the thong, the sexier. So why not wear no thong at all. It’s the next step in a progression she was already comfortable with, and as the guard pointed out, all she was doing was showing this much more skin.
A smile radiated through her lovely body. “Alright then,” she beamed. “You’ve convinced me: bottoms aren’t necessary at all.”
She strode confidently into the building wearing just her cute pink sweater. She took a seat in the waiting room, and saw two other candidates, one wearing a miniskirt, and the other wearing — what’s this? She smiled. Black pants. Apparently, that girl slipped past the guard, and made it into the building wearing black pants. She kept an eye on the girl in the miniskirt, and soon she noticed she was wearing panties — another no-no. When the other girls saw her smiling, they smiled back, unaware they were about to lose out to a bottomless girl.
“You may go in, now,” said the receptionist. She stood up, and pulled her sweater down (covering only her belly) and went into the office, where a handsome man sat behind the desk. She sat on the couch, and tried to look as relaxed as possible.
To her surprise, the man started laughing. She stood up, indignant, as the man came around from behind the desk. “It’s okay,” he said, patting her gently on the butt. He sat down on the couch, and patted the space next to him. “Have a seat, and I’ll tell you a story.”
Reluctently, she sat down. He rested his hand on her leg and looked into her beautiful eyes. “We have a security guard, the nephew of one of the board members, who likes to play practical jokes on some of the girls who…”
“You mean he lied about the…”
“He lies like a rug. If he told you to go bottomless, that’s unfortunate for you, because it wasn’t at all necessary.”
“Why, that–that–” She was beside herself with anger.
“Take it easy,” said the man. “There’s nothing wrong with going bottomless if you really don’t mind it. I think it will make a big improvement around here to have a bottomless girl on the staff. What do you say?”
“So I’m hired?”
“You’re hired,” said the man, “but only if you’re bottomless.”
She was so happy, she didn’t give this condition any thought at all. “Yes,” she said. “Yes!”