Cara got a job at a shoe store in the mall. The interview was easy, and she knew she would be hired. The Manager could not take his eyes off her legs.
“Now that you’re nineteen, Cara,“ he said, “I would expect you to wear pants in the store, or at least skirts and dresses that come to your knees. I want to maintain a professional, mature work environment.”
“Of course, Mr. Davis,” Cara replied sweetly, “I want to do the right thing.”
Tara was hired at the local library to stock books and periodicals. The female head librarian was not too keen on Tara’s short skirt the day she was interviewed, but Tara assured her she would dress more demurely at work.
However, both girls were known around the school as being first class cock teasers, and none of the jocks could claim to have had sex with either of them. Arousing boys and men was a fun hobby that they shared.
Even though they worked at different jobs, they dressed alike; something that they always had done since they were children. Today they chose to wear a denim skirt, the hem of which bounced around the knees, and white cowgirl boots, their favorite casual footwear. They each wore a white crisp blouse, buttoned modestly. But as always when they went out in public, they left their panties at home.
Shortly after lunch, Cara’s cell phone rang, just as she was about to call Tara. Tara was on the line, so excited, she was almost out of breath.
“Tara, what is it; are you all right?” Cara asked.
“Oh, yeah, more than that; let me tell you what happened earlier this morning,” she said almost breathlessly, and then continued.
“This morning, the librarian brought a middle aged guy to the section where I was filing. I didn’t hear him tell her what he wanted but she steered him down my aisle and left. I was on the ladder and when he walked past me I dropped a book behind him. When he saw the book and looked up I smiled and said ‘I’m sorry!’ “
“Oh, my God! Was it a big book?” Cara asked.
“No, no no,” replied Tara, “I dropped it on purpose to get him to look up at me. When he picked up the book to hand it up to me, I put a foot a couple rungs higher on the ladder, so my skirt would flare out. You should have seen the look on his face when he looked up my skirt!”
“What did he say?” Cara asked, smiling to herself.
“He didn’t say anything; he looked around and came close enough to hand me the book. I turned around on the ladder, looking down at him, and I took the book. But all of a sudden, he looked up and down the aisle and pulled my skirt over his head!”
“Holy fuck! Did you scream or hit him with the book?” Cara asked, worried.