“Pat, since you’re a lawyer, I have questions about a contract update that went into effect today. My bosses wanted us to try new uniforms for a week before they require us to stick with them. I’ll have the contract to read tomorrow and I’ll bring it and at least one coworker home to model them for you. We aren’t happy with the demand to comply or lose our jobs. They also require clean blood tests.” I didn’t want to say more until after he read it.

“Ok, Sue. There are restrictions on what your boss can require you to wear.” The next day, I brought two men, Jim and Pete, and one woman, Jane, with me for Pat to see why we felt abused. My work friends were all under forty and fit. Jane was especially shapely and gorgeous. After greetings and deflecting questions until Pat read the short contract, I served some potent drinks. We all wore tan outfits, top and bottom, just to avoid biasing Pat. The men were in long shorts and Polos; we women wore tan shifts with a small slit and a tan belt. Our tops had modest V-necks that hardly showed cleavage while our hems went to within four inches of our knees.

Pat coughed to hide his shock and put down the contract. “There are some questionable issues here. The changes required are for security. Your factory produces advanced micro cameras with new tech for the military. As they charge $11,000 each, even theft of one is a felony so they have a legit concern. The uniforms are not defined until the end where they are vaguely described and result in ‘skin surtout.’ I can only interpret that as naked. If that’s not questionable enough, the facility change areas and full body searches seem extreme.”

“Jim and Jane are trained inspectors. The bosses installed half lockers outside the work floor in a space twice the size of our kitchen for twenty-four people to share. Come into the kitchen, Pat, and see what we are asked to deal with. The four of us would only have a four by four foot space to share at once. Side by side, we’re touching shoulders, tits, or more.” I marked off our space and the four of us stripped naked and folded our clothes into our “lockers.” Pat’s jaw dropped as he watched me and Jane unbutton our shifts and remove our bras next to two men, strangers. Though we blushed, we stood in panties only as we folded our clothes and watched the men strip to their boxers as we bumped shoulders.

Our tits bumped the men as they bent to remove their boxers. Their stiff warm cocks bumped our legs and, as we bent to strip our panties, bumped our asses and groins. Once we were all naked, we lined up for our full body searches. I pointed out to Pat that we were in intimate contact while waiting. “Some take advantage of our close-up nudity and fondle or probe us while we wait. Pat, why don’t you strip with us so Jim can show you how invasive their ‘searches’ are?” He resisted until I rubbed my tits on Jane. Quickly stripping, his cock was fully erect and it rubbed against me and Jane. He almost avoided rubbing it against Jim. I didn’t tell our new friends that we were both exhibitionists as that wasn’t relevant to the contracts.

Jane said, “They make us gather around a small table and climb it one at time. While everyone watches, the examiner runs his hands all over our backs and asses, then flips us and runs all over our fronts. He lifts our tits looking for tape, spreads our pussies, then makes us pull our knees to our chests and he looks inside us with a light before finger probing our pussies and asses. There’s no reason for him to touch our clits and make most of us cum.

“For men, he lifts and rubs their scrotums and cocks. Some cum too. For the men, and the women who can’t pull their knees back, we lean over the table and hold our cheeks apart while they probe our asses and pussies. Today’s inspector also licked our rear holes.” Jim had me climb on the table and did all Jane described. He lingered inside my pussy and rubbed my clit until I shuddered in orgasm. Pete’s stiff cock oozed his pre-cum.

Pat first seemed enraged, then aroused. His cock throbbed and bounced against Jane’s velvety ass without being touched. He breathed hard when he watched Jim wet his finger in my pussy then twist it into my ass and pump it. When he declared me done, he leaned in and licked my star hole. I nearly came again. I gasped, “All that, they claim, they are obliged to do. Your turn. Hop up on the table instead of Pete so you can feel the true experience. Remember, your job depends on your compliance.”

As he climbed on the table, he said, “They are also asking everyone to shave their pubes. They’d have to make a case for that and these exams.” With casual ease, Jim slowly ran his hands up my husband’s legs, groin, chest, pits, mouth, and hair before returning to his groin. With one hand, he squeezed and held Pat’s stiff cock up and subtly stroked him as he lifted his balls and moved them around. Pat stared at Jane, a beautiful stranger to him, as his cock throbbed. As she stared at his cock, I watched him lurch, grunt, and spurt on Jim’s hand. Smiling, Pat said there’s no security reason for that.