She's Just Like Me, ...Only From A Sluttier Dimension

By Priscilla Laster

I've never been interested in science fiction & all that futuristic stuff. Time travel, alien invaders, other dimensions, etc.. It all seemed to be an impossibility that really wasn’t worth thinking about. That's until three weeks ago! O.M.G. & W.T.F.? They say everyone has a twin, but my slutty 'double' literally arrived from another space and time. This bitch is the slut I kinda' dream about.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Priscilla Laster
• Release date: Jun 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311979247

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She’s Just Like Me,

…only from a sluttier dimension.

By: Priscilla Laster

Erotica, Science-Fiction, Consensual Sex, Job/Place-of-work,

Introduction:

I have never shown much interest in science fiction and all that futuristic stuff. Time travel, alien invaders, other dimensions, etc., etc. have always seemed to be an impossibility that really wasn’t worth thinking about. That is until three weeks ago! Everyone has a ‘double’, but my slutty double is literally from another place in time.

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Chapter 1

This story starts in my home village of Darkwood. This is where I work as a doctor’s receptionist in a small surgery. I have lived here for the whole of my thirty-nine years to date and even bought houses in Darkwood for both of my marriages. Almost everyone knows me, particularly since I took on the receptionist role at Doctor Blackwood’s surgery in Conduit Street. I have worked there for five years now and find the work extremely satisfying and enjoyable.

There are five of us working there. Doctor Andrew Blackwood our boss our good looking boss, same age as me and a fellow pupil when we were at grammar school. Helena Blackwood his equally attractive wife who works in the office doing all the paper work, and fills in for me as receptionist when I am not there. Gillian Menzies the practice manager. Rhona Dickinson practice nurse. Diana Smart telephonist, filing clerk and general office worker, and finally Tom Smart the gardener and general factotum.

It was a Wednesday three weeks ago. I kissed my husband Richard goodbye about ten minutes to nine in the morning. He would normally be at work himself but he had taken the day off to catch up with creosoting the garden shed and fencing. The surgery was only a ten-minute walk away as I left the house. Elaine our next door neighbor was brushing her front step and greeted me as I passed.

Off to work Tania? she asked chirpily.

Nice day for it!.

Sure is Elaine I replied, nodding towards the lovely morning sun.

Morning Mrs. Daniels!. Greeted Mr. Thompson at the corner shop as I passed.

Morning Mr. Thompson I replied happily.

I nodded and greeted several more fellow villagers before arriving at the pedestrian crossing outside the ironmongers opposite the surgery.

Good Morning Tania! Came the dulcet tones of George Toon, from inside the shop.

Hiya Tan! Yelled Jim Winthrop, his twenty-year-old assistant.

Both men were in Richard’s snooker team at the local conservative club, and I had spent many an hour drinking and chatting with them as the dreary process of a snooker match dragged through the hours. I crossed the road and walked round the side of the surgery to the main door. I stopped dead on my tracks as I was confronted with not ONE main door - but an identical door to the side of it! The only difference seeming to be that the door knob was on the left of the door on the one to my right, and on the right of the door on the other. I tried the door that looked the most familiar with the left hand knob. It wouldn’t open. I tugged at the knob but it was in vain. I then pulled on the knob on the other door and that didn’t come open either. I then decided to turn it and push - it surprisingly then opened inwards, not outwards as normal. I shook my head, puzzled by this apparently strange happening, and went in. I pressed in the door code of the surgery reception and walked in.

You are late Tania! snapped the practice manager Gillian.

Get your clothes off before Doctor Blackmore sees you; you know what a stickler he is for you being naked before the first patient arrives?

Take my clothes off? I murmured almost incoherently.

…being naked?.

To say that I was confused and bewildered would be an understatement as I sat down on my receptionist’s chair and stared vacantly at Gillian. Nurse Rhona looked at me.

Are you with us Tania? she enquired with genuine care. I shook my head to clear it.

Will you please get yourself undressed Tania? Gillian snapped again.

You are being paid as a naked employee, so get your kit off and do what you are paid for!.

Naked employee…? I murmured quietly, and looked around to see if I was in the right place.

Rhona was sitting by the photocopier writing in the event book. She looked different in some way but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then I noticed - she was writing with her right hand, when I knew she was a left hander. I looked across at Gillian. She too looked different. I surveyed her for half a minute before realizing that she too was writing with her left hand instead of her normal right. I then looked through into the main waiting area and stared in disbelief. There on the wall where the photographs of the surgery employees were displayed was a photograph of me, twice the size of the other photos, and I was completely naked! Above the photograph were the words: TANIA DANIELS. OUR NAKED EMPLOYEE. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I blinked and looked again. Sure enough! There was I in all my naked glory. Totally full length and full frontal nude! I got up and went to the reception counter to get a closer look. Yes it was me alright! For there under my right breast was the small mole that I have often wondered whether to have removed. Just a minute. Surely the mole is under my left breast? I stared vacantly at it.

Tania! yelled Gillian in complete exasperation.

Get your bloody clothes off!.

OK! I replied in a daze.

Sorry.

Without further thought I just obeyed, and almost robot like began to undress. I unzipped my dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. It was a warm day and so I only had bra and pants on underneath. I unhooked by bra and allowed my full mature breasts to spill from cover. I absentmindedly dropped the bra into the waste paper basket. I sat on my chair. I lifted my left breast to view my mole. It wasn’t there. In trepidation I lifted my right breast. Sure enough - there it was!

Knickers! yelled Gillian in a higher decibel range.

Get ‘em off!.

I smiled weakly at her and stood up. I eased my pants down and stepped out of them.

That’s better! Gillian remarked in a calmer voice.

Now get into Doctor and let him check you over!.

I walked zombie like from the office but stopped abruptly on seeing the information sheet - headed ‘Official Naked Employees rules’.

I read, with growing interest, the rules and information regarding my apparent role. An EU ruling the previous year had made it legal for businesses that dealt direct with the public to engage ONE employee who would work totally naked - being classed as an official ‘Naked Employee’ with legal rights to be naked 24/7 both in work and in the public domain. It was not a legal requirement for businesses such as shops, doctors and dentist surgeries, filling stations etc etc to comply with the requirement, but those that did were allowed to claim 50% of their taxable profits back from the exchequer. Apparently Doctor Blackmore had made the surgery compliant in order to get this not insignificant rebate.

How I had been appointed as the surgery’s naked employee was a mystery. On further thoughts I naturally assumed it was because I was the best looking female there. However, by checking with telephonist Diana afterwards, I discovered it was because no-one else had wanted the job, and that my exhibitionist nature had been recognized. Also, apparently, I had pleaded for the role which doubled by wages!

With the full facts now explained by the notice I walked more confidently into Doctor Blackmore’s surgery. He looked up from his desk, glanced at his watch, and gave a grunt. He beckoned me to stand in front of him. He placed his hands on my hips and turned me round to survey both my front and back.

Not bad Tania! he quipped.

Not bad at all - I think we definitely chose the right girl! However,…!.

He stopped and picked up a comb from his desk.

You really must consider having these pubic hairs removed! They are almost hiding your vagina from view!.

He proceeded to comb my pubes away from my cunt so as to bring my labia into full view. He then licked his fingers and ran them around the full extremity of my cunt lips. He then stepped back to survey the improvement.

That’s better! he smiled.

Now the hunter can see the rabbit! Try and keep your labia wet like that Tania. Looks much better glistening in the light. Very well, get back to work.

I turned to go.

Oh, by the way he whispered.

Put a spot of rouge on your nipples love; it will make your breasts look even lovelier!.

I returned to the reception office where Gillian was waiting with a wad of prescriptions in her hand.

Been passed for muster then Tania? she giggled.

I see he’s cleared the forest from your pussy!.

Yes, and seemed to enjoy doing it to I snapped. wants me to rouge my bloody nipples too!.

Hmmm! Maybe a little Gillian replied. but don’t overdo it and look like a tart.

The courier from the chemist is ill and they want you to drop these scripts round to them in the high street.

OK I replied, happy to be able to get into the fresh air. I went to put my dress on.

Naked! snapped Gillian.

We don’t pay you double to go out dressed!.

I recalled the bit on the rule sheet regarding 24/7 nudity, and shrugged. I didn’t mind. In fact, I was looking forward to legally walking naked in the street. I applied a touch of lipstick to each nipple, surveyed myself in the mirror, and prepared to leave.

I bet Jack will be pleased to see you again giggled Diana.

Who is Jack? I queried.

The door security supervisor at the pharmacy she answered. he is their naked employee.

A man is a naked employee? I asked in amazement.

Yep! Thankfully we can’t have sexual discrimination in these enlightened times.

I left the surgery and crossed the road. George was outside his shop arranging the pavement display. He turned and smiled naturally as I passed, totally unperturbed.

Morning again Tania he grinned. nice to see you in your working attire.