Author: JailBait
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Summary: At the Break-Thru Travel Agency, Jenny demonstrates some of the delightful scenery to be found in Hawaii - on the Nude Beaches at least.
Apologies to lcdrjmc over the title and theme
Jenny wrapped in a white bath sheet sat at her dressing table carefully applying the finishing touches to her make-up. She looked down at the letter headed "Break Thru Travel the traveller's friend" and read the entire contents again, even the elaborate signature by Mrs. A. Z. Gillian (Director). I can get this job she thought, I can work with a young team, I'm friendly and out going, I'm meticulous about my appearance, I'm numerate and accurate with paper work. I can wear a supplied uniform deemed appropriate by the company while on duty. Jenny imagined herself breezing through the day in a well-tailored dark suit and blouse as another couple complimented her on a well-arranged vacation cruising the Nile and visiting the pyramids.
Jenny looked across to the bed where her best blue suit lay ready to be put on. The buttons, seams and zip had been checked for security. A new white blouse that she had only worn once before is hung on the wardrobe door. Tried and tested like the suit she thought. The pantyhose and underwear were new and still in their original packets. Her well-polished black shoes with their chunky low heels would complete her ensemble.
On the following Monday in the office of Mrs. A. Z. Gillian (Director) at Break Thru Travel, Becky dressed in a brightly coloured bikini with a garland of flowers hanging around her neck sat on the edge of desk with her long tanned legs extended to the floor. Sarah her younger by minutes sister was combing Becky's long blonde hair before clipping a crown of flowers to the top of her head. Angela Zena Gillian sat at her desk in her immaculately tailored black suit shuffling her way through that mornings mail.
"Angey," said Becky. "What's the new girl like?"
"I wish you wouldn't call me that, darling, I am still your mother as well as being your employer. Using my first name I can tolerate. Just."
"Whatever," acknowledged Becky.
"In answer to your question, Jenny, is very pleasant but she isn't really a girl more of a woman really."
"You mean she is lot older than me and Sarah?"
"No not a lot older."
"And this old woman you have employed is willing to dress up in skimpy costumes like these Hawaiian ones we have to wear to push certain destinations."
"As I said she isn't that old and yes she is aware of the head office insistence of the clothing to be worn during promotions."
"And she didn't mind?"
"She didn't seem to mind exactly but she did stumble during the interview at that point and seemed to want me to assure her that the costumes were well made out of good quality material, and that the out fits would not be tight and likely to tear."
"Is she a bit of a fatty then?"
"No not at all, generous in the bust department perhaps, but not fat."
Sarah who had only been listening to the conversation while fussing over Becky's hair paused from her flower placing turned to Angela and said, "If she is starting work today you do realize that head office is still using Cindy's measurements for the other costume?"
"So," answered Angela.
"Well don't you remember at one time we discussed at home as to whether Cindy actually qualified to be deemed anorexia nervosa."
"Well yes she certainly had a slim figure."
Becky, grinning broadly, interrupted with, "I think the point that Sarah is trying to make to you Angela is that Cindy had small tits and we have got Ms. Super-Hooters starting today."
Angela thought for a moment and said, "I only said she was generous in the bust not that she had super.... well what you were accusing her of."
"And her butt, I bet that is bigger than Cindy's?" asked Becky.
Angela pictured in her mind Cindy's trim tight buttocks along side the bountiful curves of Jenny's rear end. "Yes that is possible," admitted Angela.
"Only possible," grinned Becky. "Angela you've cocked up and you will be in big trouble with head office if they choose today for an on the spot inspection. Staff incorrectly dressed could rock the franchise boat a bit."
Angela gripped the edge of her desk and said loudly, "It is one of your most annoying traits to gloat at others misfortune. Jenny will be able to wear the Hawaiian costume even though she may find it to be a little bit tight. If you are so perfect Becky why don't you take over the liaison between us and head office regarding costumes for promotions?"
"Do you really mean it?" queried Becky tilting her head to one side.
"Yes I mean it, you're the one who keeps telling me you could handle more responsibility."
Jenny walked as quickly as possible towards the travel shop while gripping the top of her skirt. What diabolical luck she thought. Why today of all days, I was already running late, get out of the car and twang panties around my ankles. My clothes are cursed anything that can burst, snap, split, rip and just simply part company from my body does so with depressing regularity. Jenny did also wonder if she may have done better to have just kicked the errant piece of under wear under her car where they fell. It certainly would have let me walk faster she thought. Trying to keep a firm grasp on these panties down the waist band of my skirt is not at all conducive to me walking quickly. Jenny arrived at the street door and paused to compose herself before pushing it open and stepping inside to the sound of the shop bell. She stood a few feet inside the shop as the door closed silently behind her. Her grip nervously tightened on the waist band as Becky and Sandra with Angela a few paces in front approached from the rear of the shop, Jenny immediately recognized Angela as the person who had interviewed her. The other two she guessed correctly were Angela's daughters who had been described to her at the after normal shop hours meeting. Jenny looked in horror and thought surely those skimpy out fits the twins are wearing can't possibly be the kind of thing I will be expected to wear during a days work. Angela walked towards the now stunned Jenny her hand extended in greeting.
"I welcome you to your first day at Break Thru Travel and hope you and my daughters will get on well together as a friendly little team."
Angela's proffered handshake prompted an extended hand from Jenny, whose heart missed a beat as she realized she had released the grip on her panties that started to slither down her thighs. Jenny, too bewildered to react felt a gentle tickling as the panties slid down her legs on route to settling at her ankles. She looked down at her feet and back up into Angela's eyes who looked in surprise at what she saw as a less than auspicious start for her new employee.
"She is a good choice mom, we like her already!!!" shouted the giggling Becky.
Sandra turned to Becky and wagged her finger, "Remember what Angela told you. Gloating over others misfortune is a very nasty trait."
Angela turned and glared at Becky and Sandra. Jenny stayed frozen to the spot, red faced and hoping a hole would open in the carpet and cause her to disappear.
Angela attempted to take control of a farcical situation by starting to make formal introductions. "Jenny, these are my daughters, Becky and Sandra. Becky and Sandra meet Jenny our new sales assistant." Angela breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the telephone start to ring in her office. "Sorry Jenny I have to go." She said. "Duty calls. The girls will look after you. Bye." Angela hurried back to sanctuary of her office.
Becky spoke first, "You may as well step out of your panties as you will have take everything off to change into your Hawaiian costume."
Jenny stepped out of her panties in total silence.
"Good girl," complimented Becky as you would a dog who had obeyed a command to roll over.
Sandra picked up the fallen panties, paused for a few moments, opened the shop door and tossed them into the street. Jenny opened her mouth to protest at the flippant treatment of her property but not a sound was forthcoming.
Angela, who had finished her wrong number call, shouted from her office doorway, "We are supposed to be open in 5 minutes and none of you are ready! Help Jenny get changed, and I thought there were grass skirts to go with the bikini and flowered garlands?"
"There is!" shouted Sandra in reply.
Becky reached over and started to undo Jenny's blouse.
"I have to get changed here," gasped Jenny in horror.
"Only kidding," chuckled Becky, "we have a changing room out the back. Come on you heard what Angela said you only have 5 minutes."
Becky and Sandra had shown Jenny to the changing room and had pulled on their grass skirts and gone into the front of the shop. Jenny, now naked, opened the carton they had given her and examined the contents. The grass skirt with an elastic waist band looked to be okay. One size fits all thought Jenny as she stepped into it and pulled it up to her waist. She held up the multicoloured bikini bottoms unable to believe how tiny they were, Jenny stepped into them and eased the garment up her slender legs, she was amazed how much force was needed to pull the briefs up over her thighs into place. Jenny parted the synthetic grass at the front and peered down to see a tiny piece of material barely covering her crotch. When she looked at the back in the full length mirror, the cheeks of her bottom seemed to have eaten the rear part of the costume. Jenny reached for the top of the bikini and realized at once that her breasts were not going to snuggle into those tiny cups. She clipped the top round her chest and with a great deal of effort turned the top around to get the cups to the correct side. Jenny wished the top had shoulder straps rather than appearing to defy gravity. Despite hooking her fingers into the cups and indulging in some vigorous jiggling only a small quantity of her generous breasts settled inside the top. Jenny looked at herself in the full length mirror, the inadequacies of the bikini bottoms were hidden behind the grass skirt she told herself. She reached for the garland and slipped it over her head, and these will assist in hiding my bulging cleavage so perhaps it won't be too bad..
Angela poked her head round the changing room door and said, "That's good, the bikini fitted fine. I told the girls it would."
"It is a little bit tight, I don't want to sound like I'm moaning on my first day but would it be possible to have a slightly larger size in future costumes?" Jenny asked politely.
"You will have to tell Becky your requirements as I have given the promotion responsibilities to her."
"Mrs. Gillian how do I know which one of your daughters is Becky?"
"It is tricky to physically tell the difference but it is easy with the Hawaiian outfit as Becky has a ring in her pierced navel. Now if you are ready I have a little job for you to do in the shop. Here is an assortment of brochures go and put them in the rack on the public side of the counter."
Jenny took the armful of brochures and to prevent strain on her bikini walked carefully to the rack to restock the shelves. Jenny was quite pleased to be doing something useful as it distracted her thoughts from how scant her clothing was. One young man even asked her for a brochure from the top of the pile in her arms. He seems to have been distracted by the loop of the flowers across my breasts thought Jenny as he stared at them very hard indeed. Perhaps he was trying to determine what type of flowers they were.
The last few brochures she was left with were all for the same country and as she scanned the rack she could see the matching ones were on the bottom shelf. Jenny carefully sank down into a crouch and felt the bikini bottoms go so tight she was sure she could hear the material creak with the tension. She placed the last brochure into the rack and softly breathed a sigh of relief. As she started to rise her relief was turned into panic as a loud twang from under the grass skirt announced the surrender of the waist band of her bikini bottoms. Jenny looked over her shoulder and to her surprise nobody including Becky and Sarah had heard anything. Jenny stood up and felt for the second time that day her panties descended down to her ankles. She swiftly crouched back down and fumbled the bikini bottoms completely off. She left them in the middle of the floor and hurried behind the counter to stand next to Sarah.
"Are you okay Jenny?" asked Sarah as the customer she was serving turned to leave the shop. "Only you look a little flushed." Jenny nodded her in the direction of the bikini bottoms lying on the floor in front of the rack. "Not again." Said Sarah shaking her head in disbelief.
Jenny sighed and whispered, "This kind of humiliating thing always seems to happen to me. I don't know why." Sarah, feeling a bit mean for having thrown Jenny's own panties out the front door, hurried out from behind the counter to retrieve the bikini bottoms. Unluckily for Sarah and Jenny at that moment Angela came out of her office and made a bee line for Jenny. Sarah not wishing to embarrass Jenny further with Angela hid the bottoms amongst the brochures.
"Jenny," said Angela as she approached," Could you go out to the front of the shop and pull down the awning? The pole is over there."
"What, outside? You mean, into the street?" stammered Jenny.
"Of course I mean outside in the street that is where the awning is."
"I could do it." piped up Sarah trying to save Jenny from being in the street naked under her grass skirt.
"Jenny is quite capable of doing a little job like that, aren't you?"
Jenny walked as carefully as possible to get the pole. Small steps she thought, and then just maybe my skirt will hang down and not part and swirl to give every one a disjointed peep show. Jenny went out into the street and felt the gentle breeze ruffle and shake her skirt. Becky who had now been told by Sarah that Jenny was going out into the street with nothing on under her skirt stood in the open doorway. Sarah watched from the other side of the main shop window.
Jenny extended the pole towards the awning hooks and found it to be a long stretch as she fumbled to hook the locating eyes. The handle of the pole became snagged in the garland around her neck. Jenny in her efforts to get the handle free only succeeded in snapping the necklace of flowers which fell onto the pavement.
With the hook finally located Jenny gave a mighty pull on the awning which to her horror caused the rear fastener on the bikini top to burst. The top fired towards the shop window causing Sarah to flinch as the brightly coloured material hit the window.
Becky exploded in a fit of laughter from the doorway and shouted. "Definitely super-hooters, just like I said!!"
Jenny let go of the pole leaving it swinging on the eye and clamped her hands to her naked breasts and ran back towards the shop entrance. Jenny's entry was hampered by the hysterically laughing Becky blocking the doorway. Jenny finally managed to squeeze by but not before Becky had in the confusion hooked the waist band of Jenny's skirt onto the door handle. The elastic stretched into the shop as if to catapult Jenny back into the street. This time Becky and Sarah did hear the twang as the elastic waist snapped and fired the skirt past Becky, across the pavement and into the road. Jenny now completely nude fell and sprawled onto the floor of the shop.
Angela turned and without saying a word headed back towards her office vigorously shaking her head.
Becky, who was observing Jenny get to her feet, turned to Sarah to remark, "I'm liking her more and more as the day goes on."