[rsw1321]

It's been a long time since I've written anything new, but I decided I wanted to try my hand at self publishing. I put two novellas up on Amazon. Incentive Program is a rewrite and expansion of one of my old stories, and Safety First is a brand new story. You can find links to both at rsw's ENF Story Archive (can't post urls yet, sorry).

The short story below, "Safe and Secure," continues the plight of the main character in Safety First.

Lois dreaded stepping out of the taxi. Her skirt was so short that anyone looking was sure to get a good look between her legs, and she wasn’t wearing panties. Likewise, the loose shirt she wore was sure to fall away from her chest and give anyone who wanted a view of her braless tits.

At least she’d be away from the driver.

She couldn’t believe that she’d gotten into the cab wearing only stockings and heels and that reliving her experiences at the construction site had led her to masturbate as he watched her in the rearview mirror. Only luck had prevented him from crashing into another car.

He pulled to a stop in from Terminal 9 at LAX, jolting her back to reality. Studiously avoiding looking at his face, she handed over her credit card.

Time to face her nightmare—wearing clothes in public so not made for her body type and, therefore, ridiculously revealing. If her job didn’t depend on making the meeting tomorrow or if there were a later flight, she’d have had him drop her off at a clothing store.

But there was no time for shopping. Instead, she’d have to rush through security wearing the ill-fitting clothes. If the plane hadn’t already left without her.

No. She’d not even consider the possibility. After all she’d been through, she had to make it.

Her toe tapping with impatience, she waited for the driver to return her card. When he did, she reached for cash for the tip. Stupid cheapskate accountants who didn’t allow expensing gratuities. Had any of them ever been on a site visit?

“No money,” he said. “You’ve already made my day, sexy lady.”

She finally met his eyes and found no condemnation, no disapproval. Instead, he seemed like he meant what he said, that she had brought him pleasure and that he was thankful for it.

Again, she’d shown off her body, done something in front of him that she wouldn’t consider doing in front of her most intimate lover, and nothing bad had happened.

Maybe the rest of the day wouldn’t be as horrid as she expected.

After a blush and a quick goodbye, Lois swung her legs out of the vehicle. With a skirt that short, there was no help for the fact that she was going to flash someone. The only thing she could do was to minimize her exposure by making it a quick as possible.

A middle-aged man in a suit happened to be looking her way, and his jaw dropped.

She quickly clenched her thighs together and stood. Her loose shirt gapped away from her chest. A half dozen people stared at her. They’d have seen everything she had to offer.

One woman openly called her a sl*t and shook her head.

Lois’ cheeks burned. She slammed the car door behind her and hurried toward the terminal.

The skirt’s huge waist swallowed her. If she didn’t keep a firm grip on the side, it would fall right off, leaving her butt naked on bottom in full public view. She tugged upward and glanced down at herself.

Blond curls peeked out from between her legs.

“Eek!”

Lois quickly let the skirt fall a little. A breeze hit the top of her butt. She didn’t want to know how much she revealed back there. Better that than her bush, though.

It felt like every eye in the terminal was trained on her, and it wasn’t just her imagination. Men whistled and gawked. Women snarled and hid children’s eyes.

Lois wanted to die. How had she been reduced to such a fate? An educated, professional woman walking through an airport dressed like the worst hussy possible.

Worse, her arousal returned incrementally with each stare and each rude comment.

She wouldn’t give into it this time. She was stronger than her libido. She would rise above.

Using her free hand to wrestle with her wallet, she approached a TSA checkpoint at the bottom of the escalator heading up to security. She handed a uniformed agent her boarding pass and ID.

Above, hundreds of people waited in lines. A clock on the wall showed the time. Her plane was scheduled to be boarding already. In five minutes, they’d be closing the door.

Tears welled in her eyes. All she had gone through hadn’t mattered. She was going to lose her job because of a missed flight.

“What’s wrong, miss?” the TSA agent asked.

With a trembling voice just on the edge of hysteria, Lois explained her situation.

The man took her by the elbow and pointed up the escalator. “Don’t you worry, honey. I’ll radio ahead to my friends. They’ll whisk you right on through and have the airline them hold your flight.”

“You’d do all that?” She hadn’t expected such great service from a government agency.

He smiled and shooed her on her way.

At the top of the escalator, she glanced back. The TSA agent was on the radio and staring up after her, much to the annoyance of the dozen people waiting for him to check their identification. He winked at her.

Considering the height and the angle, she realized he probably could see her butt cheeks up the skirt. She blushed and moved to pull the garment down in back.

Lois stopped with her hand in mid-motion. He’d done a lot for her. Feigning smoothing her stocking, she bent and stayed in that position until it was time to step onto the next level.

A wave of arousal shot through her, and she wanted to look back at the man to see if he had appreciated the view. And the crowd behind him.

Oh God! What was she doing?

A lady TSA agent motioned her forward past a long line of people. Clutching the waistband of her skirt tight to keep it from falling, she edged past the other travelers.

“Hey, why does the tramp get the go ahead of me?” one lady asked.

Every eye in the packed security area seemed trained on Lois. She tried to ignore the stares, but it was hard to disregard the mixture of animosity, curiosity, and pure lust directed at her. Surely, nothing else would happen to her. How many people could possibly see her undressed in a given day?

After taking her shoes and purse, the agent led her past everyone straight to the scanning machine. “OK, honey, go right on in.”

Lois was ever so grateful as she walked straight through the machine to the other side.

“Stop.” The male agent on the other side halted her. “You have to be scanned.”

“But the other lady waved me through,” Lois said.

“She moved you to the front of the line.”

Lois looked back at the machine. The one where they required you to put both your hands in the air. If she did that, there’d be nothing holding up the skirt. “Can I get checked with the wand, instead?”

The man looked irritated. “Sure. I can move you to a waiting area until an agent is available to give you special attention. Can’t guarantee you’d make your flight, though.”

Lois looked from him to the machine and back again several times.

The woman from the other side called, “Your flight won’t wait for long.”

Angry murmurs came from the crowd. Lois was holding everyone up. She’d already been so humiliated. So many people had witnessed her nudity. Could she endure more?

Maybe she could crouch slightly, like when she exited the taxi. Maybe that would hold it up some. Surely it wouldn’t fall all the way off.

She stepped back inside the machine and placed her feet inside the yellow marks.

“Just put your hands up, and we’ll be done,” the male agent said.

She sucked in her stomach, trying to hold the fabric up using the “V” made by her tummy. Tentatively, she raised her hands, ready to catch the garment if it moved at all.

It worked. The skirt slipped to her mid butt in back but stayed in place in front.

Lois carefully stretched her arms above her head. Still the garment didn’t fall down any further. She knew she displayed a little bit of butt cleavage. Better that than showing off practically everything.

She almost laughed at the fact that she considered herself relatively modestly attired. A day ago, she’d have died from shame at being in front of all these people wearing a skirt that didn’t fully cover the tops of her stockings and a shirt that revealed her navel. Add to that the fact that the skirt threatened to slip totally off her at the slightest movement, and she was sure her old self would have absolutely died.

It was fine, though. The garment held.

Lois let out a long, relieved sigh.

There was no sound as the skirt released from the no longer existent fold in her stomach. The gentle touch of cotton didn’t register as it slid down her silk stockings. She felt nothing as it pooled around her feet.

She stood with her arms held up staring at the glass in front of her.

The gasps didn’t clue her in, either, so lost was she in her own little world. She did think that the scan was taking an awfully long time compared to normal.

Lois glanced at the male agent. He stared at her with wide eyes and a slack-jawed mouth but didn’t say a word.

“Are we almost done?” she asked.

“J-just a minute. There’s a problem with the software. They’ll fix it in a jiffy.”

A woman muttered “wh*r*” loud enough for her to hear, and a man wolf-whistled. She looked down.

“Oh my God!”

Her ass and bush were fully exposed to everyone. The commotion caused even more people to look. They crowded around. She dropped her hands to cover her front and bent to grab the skirt.

“Ma’am!”

Lois disregarded the shout from the male agent until she felt a hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but the scan isn’t complete. You must return to your previous position, or I’ll have to call the police to arrest you.”

She was completely bent over, her bare ass sticking into the air. Her hand grasped the skirt pooled around her feet. Was he really telling her to straighten up, leaving it where it lie?

No. That couldn’t be. He couldn’t seriously be suggesting that she prolong the exposure of her naked privates to the hundreds of people watching her.

Was he crazy?

Lois drew in a breath to tell the guy off. A string of curses formed in her mind. She was going to really him have it.

“Yes, sir,” she said.