Part One

My name is Melinda, and this happened to me when I was working at my first job, as a hostess at a local restaurant.

I liked working there, but the uniforms they made the girls wear are designed to be pretty suggestive, which made me a bit uncomfortable.

Even wearing the sexy uniform, I still think I look like a bookworm because I wear glasses and have the old fashioned metal braces. I wear my blonde hair in a loose braid down my back. Between the glasses, the braces and how slim I am, I probably look younger than the15 I actually am.

It was near the end of my shift and I was waiting at the hostess stand, more than ready to go home. I was sipping a Pepsi that Bill, one of the waiters, had brought me earlier.

I didn't know Bill all that well, but I did know that he was in college and was chemistry major or something like that.

The Pepsi seemed awfully sweet. I guess it was because I was used to drinking diet. Despite how sweet it was, I finished it anyway.

Finally, the manager told me I could go home. I walked to the back and clocked out. I started gathering my purse and sweater to leave. Suddenly I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I turned around and saw that it was Bill.

"Hi," I said. "The manager finally let me off and I am heading home."

"Cool, it's been a long, busy night!" he said brightly. He was making me a little nervous because he was kind of staring at me.

"Tell you what," Bill said. "Before you go, why don't you go into the bathroom and take off your bra and panties and then come say goodbye to me."

"What? What did you say?" I asked.

"You heard me," Bill said gently. "Hurry now." Then he smiled at me.

I don't know why, but off I went to the girl's bathroom, just off of the dining room. I went into one of the stalls and quickly removed my bra and panties. I stuffed them into my purse and then hurried out to say goodbye to Bill.

As I walked out of the bathroom, I noticed cool air from the air conditioning pushing my skirt around and blowing between my legs.

Bill was waiting for me near the bathroom door.

"Bye Bill", I said with a trembling voice as I tried to rush past him to the door.

"Wait Melinda, come here for a sec," Bill said.

I stopped and turned back towards him.

"Did you take off your underwear, like I asked you to?"

"Yes," I said meekly.

"Show me."

I opened my purse and held it so he could see the contents.

"I can't really tell what you have wadded up in there. Take 'em out and show 'em to me," he said.

"Here?" I said, looking around at the several customers still sitting at tables in the dinning room.

"Yep, hurry now Melinda," he said.

I didn't want to show him my underwear and I especially didn't want to show them where people might see what I was doing, but for some reason I couldn't help myself.

I could feel myself blushing as I pulled out both items and held them up for Bill's inspection.

"I can't really tell what you're showing me. Set everything down and then show me just your bra."

I did so. I was shaking with embarrassment, but I held up my plain white bra for him to see.

"Hold it out with both hands," Bill said.

I did as he asked. I couldn't believe I was showing my bra to a guy I barely knew.

"What size bra do you wear?" Bill asked me.

"32-B" I quickly replied.

"Show me the tag" he said, as he bent down to look a little more closely.

I fumbled with the bra until I found the tag and then held it out for Bill to read. As he read the tag, I glanced into the dining room and saw a couple sitting at one of the tables staring at Bill and me.

Then Bill said, "Pull the neck of your shirt open so I can look in."

Still holding my bra, I held the neck of my shirt open a bit. I turned my head as he leaned in and peeked down my open shirt. I knew he could only see my braless cleavage and the top swells of my breasts but I was still embarrassed.

I didn't know why I kept doing what he asked.

"I want to see your panties now. Hold them out with both hands," Bill said.

I stuffed the bra back in my purse and pulled out my white French-cut panties. I held them up for his inspection.

"Turn them inside out and show me the crotch," Bill said.

I did so.

"Sniff 'em." He said.

Oh man. I noticed several more customers watching as I sniffed the slightly stained panties.

"What did they smell like?" Bill asked calmly.

"Well, like my... my... like me and there is a little pee and sweat smell."

"Ok, you can put them back in your purse now."

I sighed in relief, thinking that this ordeal was coming to an end.

As I put my under-things back in my purse, I hissed at Bill, "Why did I just do that? Why am I doing what you tell me to do?"

"I put a drug in your Pepsi called Freewill 504. I found the formula on the internet and cooked up a batch. I'm doing a test run on you. For the next three hours you will do what ever any one tells you to do," Bill said.

"Now let's go to my car," Bill said, as he walked towards the exit.

Submissively I followed him, realizing that this nightmare was just beginning. I felt a tendril of fear growing in me.

Bill opened the car door for me and told me to get in. I did and then he got in the drivers side.

Bill turned to look at me, "I overheard you say in the restaurant that your parents flew to Hawaii for the weekend. Is that right?"

"Yes," I answered.

"How did you plan on getting home?" was his next question.

"I live close enough to walk home," I said. His questions were beginning to scare me.

"Tell you what; I'll take you home tonight," Bill said.

I just nodded, not being sure what to say.

Bill said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, don't be afraid or sad, I'm not going to hurt you. However, if I ask you to do something embarrassing, I want you to be a bit shyer and more embarrassed than you normally would be."

Just like that the fear disappeared. In its place was utter humiliation at what had taken place back in the restaurant.

Part Two

I thought that Bill was going to start the car and take me back to his place. At least that's what I was expecting.

Bill turned to me and said, "Pull your right arm out of your shirt sleeve and then hook the bottom of your shirt up on your shoulder. I want to be able to see your right breast. Hurry now."

Oh God. No one had every seen my boobs before, except me. I felt my heart begin to race.

I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself. Once I had my shirt up high enough, I hooked my shirt on my right shoulder, and used my hand to cover my breast.

Bill turned on the overhead light. It wasn't very bright, thank God.

"Put your hand down," Bill said. "Don't try to cover up in any way, tonight."

My hand dropped into my lap, exposing my soft white breast. I have normal sized areola and good sized light-pink nipples. The nipple I was showing was erect, the areola crinkled up around it.

Bill stared at my breast for several uncomfortable moments.

I looked down to see what Bill could see. I felt like I could die right then from the embarrassment of a guy staring at my boob.

Bill asked, "Do you masturbate?"

"Yes," I answered. I couldn't believe I had answered him!

"Do you orgasm, when you masturbate?" was his next embarrassing question.

I tried not to answer, but out came a whispered, "Yes."

"How often do you play with yourself?"

"Once or twice a week," came my quick reply.

"Do you touch your breasts and nipples, when you masturbate?" Bill asked as he leaned over to get a closer look at my exposed breast.

"Yes," I answered. I glanced around the parking lot at the cars still parked there. I prayed that no one would come out of the restaurant while I was exposed like this.

"Does it feel good to play with your breasts?" He glanced up at me.

"A little," I answered, now totally humiliated by his questions and my answers.

"Hold your breast up with your left hand and play with your nipple with your right hand. You'll find that this feels better than it usually does."

I did as he said.

Bill continued to watch closely as I put on my little show for him.

I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want it to, but it did feel surprisingly good. As I stroked and pulled on my nipple, it swelled even more, becoming as hard as it had ever been.

"Ok, you can stop," Bill said. As I let my hands drop to my lap, he stared at my breast for a few more seconds and then sat up.

"Pull your skirt up."

I desperately tried not too, but it was no use. My hands reached down and I pulled my skirt up high enough for him to see my dark blonde pubic hair and the beginning of my slit.

"Turn and lean back against the door. Put your right foot up on the dash and lay your left leg behind my seat," he said.

Oh my God, my pussy was going to be totally exposed. He'd be able to see everything!