What Some People Will Do - Chapters 33-36 


Part 11

Chapter 33

Brenda arrived home from the supermarket with a trunk full of paper 
bags of groceries.  There was a delivery van parked at the curb in 
front of her house.  On the side it bore the name and logo of the bed 
and mattress store where Brenda had made a complete boob of herself, no 
pun intended, while flashing at the big city mall.

Two men stood leaning against the side of the van which faced her 
house.  On seeing her arrive, one of the them stepped forward up onto 
the sidewalk.

Brenda watched him in her rear view mirror while she gathered her purse 
from the passenger side floor.  Stepping out of her car, she turned to 
continue watching them as she pushed her rather worn-out seatbelt back 
inside the car from where it had fallen out the open door.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" she called, moving to the outer edge of her 
garage.

The man on the sidewalk took a few steps closer and held up a sheet of 
paper.  "Is this the Young residence?" he asked in a rough voice.  
Brenda nodded.  "We're here to deliver your new bed and it says we're 
picking up your old one."

"There must be some mistake," Brenda explained.  "I haven't ordered a 
new bed."

The man, rather tall and bulky, probably in his early forties with 
thinning light brown hair and a mustache, looked over his sheet of 
paper.  "It looks like it was ordered by Channel 6... 60 or 68 or 
something, I can't quite make it out, Studios."

Brenda took the paper and looked it over.  The printer used to print 
the purchase order had clearly run low on ink as only the preprinted 
areas of the form were at all legible.  She squinted and shielded her 
eyes from the overhead sun and could just make out the light gray 
letters with her name and address in the Ship To box and Channel 69 
Studios and a credit card number with all but the last four digits 
marked out with "X"es in the Bill To box.

There came a car horn from across the street and Brenda glanced up to 
see her second unit director Kimberly rising out of her light green 
sedan.

"Brenda!  Surprise.  Look what the studio ordered for you?"  The black 
haired woman hurried the street with outstretched arms and the two 
women hugged like old friends.

"But I can't afford this."

"No silly, the studio paid for it.  It's a gift from the boss for all 
your hard work and the rise in this week's ratings.  We were all 
watching the tape of you at the mall and I told him how you seemed to 
really, truly want that bed and he picked up the phone and made the 
call himself.  Oh, but he did ask me to give this to you."  Kimberly 
rummaged in her purse and produced a sealed envelope.  Handing it to 
Brenda she added, "this one is not a request, it's a company 
directive."

Brenda nodded as she tore open the envelope with one long, painted 
fingernail and waved to Roger the camera man who was pulling his gear 
out of the trunk of Kimberly's car.

"Before you read that, though, why don't you show these guys in so they 
can start dismantling your old bed and take in the new one?"

"Hm, yeah.  I've got to get my pork loin in the fridge, too."  The 
envelope went into Brenda's own purse and the two women entered the 
garage to carry in groceries through the inside door.  Then Brenda 
swung open the front door of her house and invited the delivery men 
inside.  She guided them up the stairs, advising them to be careful of 
the paint and the carpet while they were moving things.  She turned on 
every light they passed to ensure they would have enough to work by and 
led them eventually into the master bedroom.

Brenda flushed as she noticed her white satin teddy lying on the floor 
by the bed where she'd tossed it the night before while riding on top 
of her husband.  She rushed to pick it up and carry it into the laundry 
hamper in the master bath while the two men talked about how best to 
get everything moved through the doorway, down the hall and the stairs, 
around the corner and through the front door.

Kimberly arrived in the bedroom shortly, telling Brenda that all her 
groceries were on the kitchen table and apologizing that they were not 
put away because she didn't know where Brenda wanted everything.  
Brenda told her that was fine and thanked her for the help, then 
trotted down the stairs to put things away and tidy up the house for 
her unexpected visitors.

Roger came into the kitchen while she was cleaning to remind her to 
open the envelope from Mr. Griffith.

"Oh, right right.  Where did I put my purse?  I had it with me when I 
came in the house...  Oh, I left it in the hall.  Would you be a dear 
and bring it to me, please?"

"Right-o," Roger said as he stepped back into the hallway which ran 
along the length of the stair case.  He looked around for her purse and 
found it had fallen on the floor beside the tall, narrow table set 
against the wall.  Some small items had fallen out and he knelt to 
shovel them back in.  A peculiar seashell shaped pill case which he 
recognized from when his own wife had been on birth control before 
they'd decided to have kids caught his attention.  He flipped open the 
case and noted about half of the pills were gone; presumably used.  He 
shut the case and stuffed it into the purse, stood and placed it on the 
middle of the table.  He found the envelope from their boss and carried 
it into the kitchen.

Brenda tore it open the rest of the way and pulled out a single slip of 
paper upon which were printed in clear type:

Brenda,

Consider this bed a bonus for all of the hard work you have put in to 
make our show a success and all of the great work you will continue to 
do for us.  But one gift deserves another and we would like you to put 
on a show, on camera, for the delivery men from the store.  During the 
time they are in your house, you should frequently remove items of 
clothing until you are completely naked.  Make no attempt to cover 
yourself and be sure to pass by the men regularly.  Kimberly and Roger 
will be there filming and you should feel free to explore the limits of 
your contract terms but also feel free to say no to any requests which 
might go beyond those terms.

Remembers, our ratings are our success.

A. Griffith
President

"While you've been down here, Kim and I have been setting up lights and 
cameras in your bedroom and in the hallway upstairs.  We will both be 
carrying cameras to get different angles and close-ups of whatever you 
choose to do."

"Then grab your camera and follow me upstairs," Brenda commanded.  She 
hurried up the steps and down the hall to where the men had just 
finished setting aside the old mattress and box spring and were getting 
ready to pry apart the old bed frame.

"Don't mind us, guys," Roger said, toting his best shoulder mounted 
camera as he followed Brenda through the bedroom and into the bathroom.  
She directed him to stand near the bathtub where he would be able to 
see her clearly while also being able to see the men in the bedroom 
reflected in the mirror over the sink.

Brenda faced mostly away from the men and lifted her knit top over her 
head and let it fall to the floor.  This was an unusual day for her in 
that she was wearing a full, white support bra.  She paused for a 
moment to stretch and yawn out loud, tensing the muscles all up her 
legs, ass and back, then relaxing to a normal standing position.  
"Would you hand me my hair brush?" she asked Roger, who used his one 
free hand to find and raise the brush from the edge of sink.  Brenda 
took it and began pulling it through her hair.  After a few moments she 
laid the brush down and turned to face the open doorway to the bedroom, 
but with her face turned aside as if watching something interesting 
within the bathroom.  Pretending not to remember that two men knelt 
just a few feet before her, Brenda reached up with both hands and slid 
the straps of her bra down over her smooth shoulders.  She then looked 
straight down, still avoiding eye contact with the men, and reached 
both hands up behind her back to unclasp the final strap of the bra.  
She let it fall unceremoniously at her feet.

"Damn!" she cursed and, crouching down, retrieved the bra and tossed it 
aside into the laundry hamper.  "Oh!" she cried, as the pretended to 
finally see the men trying not to watch her too openly as she crouched 
there with her breasts bared to them.

One arm moved up to shield her big tits and she turned a bit to the 
side and bent to pick up her knit top.  This had the desired effect of 
letting her heavy breasts hang down and spill over her shielding arm.  
She rose and used both hands to sort out which end of the top was 
which, keeping her tits on display from the side until she finally 
figured it out.  She reached up high, pushing her breasts forward, and 
pulled her top down over her head and worked it down over her chest 
with both hands.

"Sorry guys," she apologized, as if they would have been offended by 
her display.  She brushed through her hair a few more times before 
placing the brush into a drawer of the cabinet beneath the sink.

Brenda then stepped into the bedroom and to her dresser, where she soon 
pulled out a pair of panties.  Returning to the bathroom, and this time 
standing more to the side out of direct eyesight but knowing from 
experience that her reflection in the mirror would still be easily 
visible to the men, she slipped out of her shoes, pulled down her tan 
slacks and stepped out of them.  She turned her back to the mirror and 
slid her dainty, low straight topped white panties down over the swell 
of her ass.  She bent at the waist to push them down her legs and 
stepped out of them.  Remaining for a moment completely naked below the 
waist, Brenda wadded up the panties and carried them across in front of 
the open doorway to put them in the hamper.  Turning and walking back 
to the other side of the bathroom, she bent again at the waist, this 
time making sure her bare ass was clearly and directly visible through 
the open doorway, and pulled on the new pair of high-sided v-shaped 
bikini panties she's gotten from the dresser.

Watching herself in the mirror, and watching the men watching her 
reflection, Brenda straightened the new panties, then pulled them down 
a few inches to expose her brown pubes before pulling them back up and 
readjusting.  She then bent and picked up her tan slacks.  Sitting on 
the edge of the toilet seat cover, Brenda stretched one long, silky leg 
straight out and pulled her slacks up the length until the waistband 
reached her thigh.  She then put that foot back on the floor and 
stretched out the other leg to slide it into the other leg of the 
slacks.  A moment later she stood and tried to pull them up to her 
waist, but found (not to her surprise, mind you) that she was standing 
on the bottom cuffs.  She jumped up and down a few times to free the 
slacks from under her heels, which caused her breasts, unrestrained 
under her knit top, to bounce straight up and down.  She eventually got 
her slacks buttoned up and left the bathroom, through the bedroom and 
down the hall to the stairs.  Roger followed.

The men worked tirelessly for about an hour moving the old bed frame 
out of the house piece by piece and then shuffling along with the 
cumbersome mattress and box spring.  During this time Brenda, Kimberly 
and Roger sat in the living room talking about their plans for the next 
week of filming.  Brenda told them that Wynona had given her a few good 
ideas and they would work something out and let everyone know.

The delivery men began to move the new king size canopy bed into the 
house and up the stairs piece by piece.  This lasted at least half an 
hour before they were ready to start putting it together.  Brenda went 
upstairs to direct them on exactly where she wanted it set up.  While 
there, she made it a point to spill a can of diet soda down one legs of 
her slacks.

"Oh damn and double damn," she seethed.  "These will need to be washed 
right away."  She rushed into the bathroom, quickly removed the slacks 
and rinsed them in the tub.  "Oh hell, it got n my shirt, too," she 
said.  In reality it had not, though she'd tried to aim it that way.  
She pulled her top off over her head until she stood before the men 
wearing nothing but her V-cut bikini panties.  She hurried out and down 
the stairs to the laundry room.

Roger saw her coming down the stairs and very quickly grabbed up his 
camera.  He was filming by the time Brenda reached the laundry room 
and, having missed the action upstairs, he questioned Brenda on camera 
about what had happened.

"I was stupid and clumsy," she said.  "I spilled my soda all down the 
leg of my pants and it splashed on the hem of my shirt.  God I feel 
like a total loser."  She stuffed the items into her washing machine 
and added dry detergent.  "You don't have anything you need washed, do 
you?" she asked.

"Not yet, but I probably will a in few minutes, Roger joked.

"Oh, naughty naughty," Brenda said, waving a finger at the cameraman as 
she pushed the button to start the washer.

Kimberly hollered from the living room, "Brenda, come quick."

Fearing someone had fallen and twisted their ankle or something, Brenda 
rushed out into the hall and to the living room, her free breasts 
swinging every which way as she jogged.

"What is it?  What's wrong?"

"There's someone at the door," Kimberly said, pointing.

"Oh god, I can't answer it like this," Brenda said, suddenly becoming 
nervous and embarrassed.

"Actually, I know who it is and yes you can... and you should," 
Kimberly winked.

Brenda swallowed the lump in her throat and went to hide behind the 
front door as much as possible while pulling it open.

"Hi!" said the chipper young man standing on the doorstep.  "I think I 
have the right house.  I see our truck out front."  He jerked his thumb 
over his shoulder to indicate the delivery van.

"Wait, I know you," Brenda said.

"Brad.  Brad Wilkins," he said, extending a hand to shake.  "You came 
into my store about a week ago."

Brenda's face turned whiter than normal.  "Oh god.  I'm so sorry.  
You're not going to cancel my order, are you?"

"No," he said with a wave of his hand.  "I'm cool with all that.  Your 
uh friend, the one with the camera, called me up and explained 
everything.  She asked me to come by on my day off."

"Do come in Brad," Kimberly called from across the room.  "Brenda, why 
don't you show him in and get him something to drink?"

Brenda pulled the door wide, stood aside to reveal her incredible body, 
and motioned the salesman in.  "Can I get you something, Brad?  A soda 
or tea?  Maybe a beer?"

"Beer would be good," he said.  "But I came here for something else."

Brenda looked to Brad and then to Kimberly, then back to Brad.

"I asked him to come here for an apology," Kimberly stated at last.

"Yeah, I mean I'm okay with everything you did," the man stated.  "But 
if my boss ever found out about what happened, I could lose my job.  
Unless something comes up missing, he won't have any reason to look at 
the security tapes and we'll be okay."

"It was-- it was all just a game," Brenda said hurriedly, wringing her 
hands before her.  "I do apologize if we -- if I -- caused you any 
trouble."

Kimberly moved to stand beside Brenda but facing away from Brad.  She 
leaned close to Brenda's ear and whispered, "Show him how much you're 
sorry.  Upstairs, in the bathroom while the other guys watch."

Brenda's already pale face lost even more color.  The tan she'd worked 
on a few days before at the safe house seemed to vanish in an instant.

"Not in my own home!" she hissed into Kimberly's ear.  "I can't do that 
kind of thing here."

"Just a blow job," Kimberly whispered.  "I'm not asking you to fuck 
him, just blow him and let him cum in your mouth or on your tits or 
something.  Then send him on his way."

Brenda nodded slowly and stepped around Kimberly to take Brad by the 
hand.  "You know, you're kind of cute," she said.  "If I weren't a 
married woman I'd be pretty interested in a guy like you; a steady job, 
good looks.  I'll bet you've got at least half a dozen girlfriends."

"Actually I'm married, too.  By the way, do you, um -- do you always go 
around dressed like this?  Every time I've seen you you've been 
undressed."

"No no, this is just part of the show.  I'm a real prude in real 
life," she laughed.

She led the youthful salesman through the bedroom where the other men 
were busy setting up the bed frame.  They watched as she bounced 
through the room topless and with one of their company's salesmen in 
tow.

Kimberly followed the two into the bathroom where Brenda sat on the 
toilet and licked her lips while looking up at Brad.  "I am truly, 
truly sorry," she said as she began to fumble with his belt buckle, 
"for any trouble I caused you in your store.  I want to make it all up 
to you.  I want you to feel..." she paused, puffing up her chest to 
present her proud rack to his gaze, "like there's nothing between us."

In seconds Brad's pants were hanging open and pulled down around his 
knees.  He had hairy thighs, she noted, and once his white cotton 
briefs were pulled down as well she saw that he had a massive amount of 
pubic hair all over, including a thick "happy trail" leading up to his 
navel.

"Man, that's quite a prick you've got there," Brenda stated.  Only half 
erect, it was already a good five inches long.  She encircled it with 
the thumb and forefinger of her left hand and lifted it as if to 
examine it on all sides.  "Mm," she moaned.  "I'm really, really sorry 
for the trouble I caused you."  She began to gently pull forward on the 
skin of his shaft until it bunched over his glans, then pushed gently 
toward the base.  She could have taken his pulse quite easily as his 
cock began to lift and grow.  Six inches, six and-a-half, maybe seven 
inches long when fully erect and at least two inches in breadth though 
slightly less measured topside to underside.

Brenda's mouth was already filling with saliva and she put it to good 
use.  Running her open lips along one side of the man's shaft, she 
coated it generously with her spit.  She used her tongue along his 
shaft on the way back up to his glans, wriggled it around under the tip 
and kissed noisily along the other side down to his hairy pubic mound 
and scrotum.

"Ptoo, ptoo," she spat, trying to get the little hairs out of her 
mouth.  She resolved to spend more time and attention on the length and 
head end rather than the base.  She wrapped her full left hand around 
his cock and gave him a few gentle tugs to get things moving.

Brenda took the head of his cock between her lips and, while pumping 
the shaft with her hand, bobbed her head up and down to further coat 
the tip with her saliva and get it all lubricated for its entry deeper 
into her mouth.  She moaned as she continued to work his penis for a 
couple of minutes.  Then she spread her lips wide and pushed her head 
forward, taking him slowly into the recesses of her mouth until she 
felt herself starting to choke and gag.  She coughed twice; it was loud 
and wet sounding in the narrow bathroom.  She clamped her lips around 
the cock and began slurping up and down the shaft out past his head 
where here wet lips smacked closed, then pushing him between her lips 
back to her point of near gagging.

This continued for about twenty seconds -- four or five repetitions -- 
and Kimberly angled in from the side to get a shot of a long string of 
spit dropping from Brenda's lips and chin.  Brenda pulled all the way 
back which revealed the string was also attached to the underside of 
Brad's penis.  Brenda lowered and craned her head to get in beneath it 
and suck the gooey string into her mouth, then began running her open 
lips along both sides of his shaft again.

Taking his cock once more fully in her mouth, Brenda gripped the man's 
ass cheeks with both hands and used that to help force herself to take 
him all the way to the base of his cock. She felt the head of his cock 
against the back of her throat and choked again, but she forced herself 
to keep him all the way in, locked her lips around him and sucked as if 
she were drinking a very frozen milkshake.

Her body continued to spasm as she forced down the coughing, sputtering 
involuntary desire to expel the intruder from in her throat.  Finally 
she could take no more and pulled all the way back, exposing a new, 
very thick and gooey string of mixed spit and semen connecting Brad's 
cock head and Brenda's back teeth, tongue or maybe her tonsils.  She 
coughed and choked and the line fell, splattering over her thighs.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.  "I'm 
sorry I-- I just couldn't take you all the way."

Having blown his load right down her throat with no obstruction, Brad's 
cock was rapidly diminishing in side and deflating to its standard 
drooping position.

"I... forgive you..." he panted through shuddering breaths.  A moment 
later he zipped up, buckled up and was shown out by Roger.

"Say man, why aren't we getting any special treatment?" one of the 
workmen asked when Brad had gone.

"What would you like?" Kimberly questioned.

"The same thing he got!" the other man exclaimed.

"Or at least to feel her up," said the first.

Brenda was still cleaning herself up in the shower.  Kimberly scratched 
her chin while looking in the direction of the bathroom.  "How much is 
the setup and haul away fee again?  Sixty bucks or so?"

"Yeah, sixty."

"Here's the deal then, guys.  For twenty bucks off you each get to feel 
her up for a couple of minutes -- on camera and no funny stuff.  For 
the full sixty bucks off you get to jerk off on her face.  Deal?"

"I'm in for it," one man said.  His partner though noted that the fees 
were already charged to her company credit card.  "You got thirty bucks 
on you?" the first asked him.  The second nodded.  "Then let's pay the 
woman."

Ten minutes later Brenda's recently washed face was being covered in 
thick globs of hot semen by both men jerking off just inches over her 
head.  They slapped their spent cocks against her forehead and cheeks 
to shake out the last drops of their cum, then Brenda gave each man a 
generous suck and lick to clean him up, then went to the bathroom to 
clean herself up again.

Kimberly pocketed sixty dollars and the men got back to work setting up 
Brenda's new bed.


Chapter 34

After more than a week of careful planning, both Brenda and Wynona 
accepted a dare to perform on their show.  The idea from a fan had 
simply said to change clothes in public.  Wynona, erotica author that 
she was, had taken the idea and twisted it into something seriously 
risky and a heck of a lot more sensational.  However, being a dare that 
both women had agreed to take, the studio owner Mr. Griffith had 
insisted on sending along a separate director to give them additional 
side dares along the way.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon and there was a big high school 
football game going on in the big city.  Brenda drove her car with 
Wynona beside her and Kimberly checking and rechecking her gear in the 
back seat.  They drove past the high school to be sure there were 
plenty of cars parked there.  The game had apparently already started 
and that was fine.  In her rear view mirror Brenda watched as the 
Channel 69 news van turned into the lot and tried to find an empty 
spot.  She continued on with Wynona calling out directions from the map 
they'd printed online.

The path they took led them two blocks west of the school, one block 
north, across a six lane interstate highway and then onto a side street 
lined with old homes and small one and two story apartment complexes.  
It was the typical lazy weekend kind of neighborhood where if you sat 
out on your front lawn you might occasionally see one of your neighbors 
on their way out to their car or a kid from down the block riding his 
skateboard to the video arcade.  The hope was that with the big 
football game going on in town, most of the teens would be there, 
leaving the neighborhood pretty well deserted but not too deserted.  
Part of the idea was for them to be seen, just not to have the cops 
called to arrest them for indecency.

Brenda stepped out of her car into the narrow unstriped road.  Her left 
foot, clad in an old white tennis shoe and pink ankle sock, rested on 
the pavement as she swung to her side to lift herself further out.  She 
planted her right foot, adorned in the matching pair to the tennis shoe 
and ankle sock, on the pavement and stood.  Beneath her white cotton 
summer dress with blue and yellow polka dots she wore only a pair of 
white cotton panties.  Her only other adornment was a pair of large, 
round sunglasses cradled over her nose and hooked over the tops of her 
ears.  She wore her brown hair curly today, having gotten a perm at her 
favorite beauty salon earlier in the week.

Brenda stepped aside to allow Kimberly to push the front seat forward 
and scoot out into the road.  Kimberly wore a pair of black leather 
sandals and a very plain pea green dress with wide straps over her 
shoulders which buttoned onto the dress in front and behind.  What she 
wore underneath Brenda did not know nor was she likely to find out.

Wynona, on the other hand, was well known to Brenda.  The two had 
helped each other dress that morning while Brenda's husband Jim tried 
to sneak peaks by "needing to come into the bedroom for something" 
about every five minutes.  Brenda had told him that for his show he 
would have to wait like all her other adoring fans.

Wynona stood in a white blouse and Brenda knew of the strapless bra she 
wore underneath.  Down below she wore a pair of brown pants with blue 
frilly-topped panties underneath.  Her feet were encased in plain white 
socks and sneakers.  Wynona's purple dyed hair was beginning to show 
her brown roots and she wore it pulled back and tied in a small bun in 
back.

"Alright, this is how we're going to go," Kimberly announced for about 
the fifth time that afternoon.  "For the first leg we'll walk quite 
naturally along our route to scope it out.  We'll probably pass by Ivan 
and Roger setting up their tripods on the two corners nearest the high 
school.  God, do you two feel so naughty doing this where there are 
going to be hundreds of teens hanging around?"

"Ugh, don't remind me," Wynona said, grimacing and holding her stomach.  
"I'm so nervous."

"Relax," Brenda said with a wave of her hand.  "After the first couple 
of passes you'll be so turned on you won't be able to be nervous.  
Anyway, all the kids will be at the game, not in the parking lot."

"Okay, we'll cross main in front of the library and head on down second 
street and turn left.  Keep your eyes open for any potential problems 
along the route and also for anything we might be able to use to spice 
up some of the trips."  Kimberly grinned.

The trio made their way from Brenda's car on the side street around the 
corner of Main Street.  Half a block down was the edge of the huge city 
library property.  Right in the middle of its stretch was the crosswalk 
to go down Second Street which only came to but did not cross Main.  
They walked the sixth of a mile or so and pushed the button for the 
crosswalk.  Traffic on Main was a little high but nothing too bad.  
They were crossing over within a minute.  Second went down about 
another sixth of a mile to where they turned left onto the street which 
would take them right to the high school parking lot which they had 
passed earlier.

Across that street on the south side were some shops in what had 
probably been corner grocers and the like in decades past.  Now there 
was a tattoo parlor, a smoke shop, a no-name car parts store and a 
convenience store with its front glass doors wide open and no lights on 
inside.  It was bright enough outside, Brenda reasoned, to not need 
more.

As they walked to the final intersection, the three women passed Ivan 
lugging his heavy full size camera over his shoulder.  "Where are you 
off to?" Kimberly shouted over the noise of the nearby stadium.

"Down to the far corner.  Roger will stay here and we'll be able to 
film you both going and coming both ways."

Roger, Ivan's rival cameraman, was just crossing the street with an 
equally large camera.

"Give us a little something," Roger called as he neared them.  With a 
veritable wall of protection around Brenda and Wynona, Brenda turned 
away from Roger and pulled the hem of her dress up in back to expose 
her panties.  "Aw c'mon, show us something more."

"Nope," Brenda stated, "for that you have to wait."

The women waited for the light to change then headed across toward the 
school parking lot.

"I guess with the big game going on, no one is likely to question two 
television news cameras out on the street nor a news van at the high 
school," Wynona noted.

Entering the narrow but long parking lot, it was not difficult to spot 
the van.  Even with the plethora of SUVs it was still the tallest 
vehicle with its transmitter on top.  Brenda and Wynona strolled 
nonchalantly down the aisle toward the van.  Reaching it, they found 
the side sliding door open and Rajiv Patel, the crew's lighting man, 
waiting for them.

"Now the fun begins," he said, rubbing his brown hands together.  
"Ladies, from this point on you undress and dress according to rules 
Kimberly and I have agreed upon.  At each endpoint, being this van and 
your car, you will be given your clothing instructions and be expected 
to change out in the open for all to see.  Anything that you choose to 
take off between here and there is your decision to make, just try not 
to get arrested."  He smiled a wide, toothy grin.

Kimberly walked around the stars of the show, filming them from all 
angles and also capturing the scene around them to prove they were 
indeed in public with cars passing by on the nearby street.

"Brenda," Rajiv stated and then paused for dramatic effect.  "Your 
first dare is to, right here and now, remove your dress and then put 
on..." he rummaged in a cardboard box inside the van "this skirt and 
blouse."

"Hm, I can do that," Brenda said and immediately began to pull her sun 
dress off over her head, revealing her long, shapely legs, her little 
panties, toned, bare belly and full breasts.  Kimberly took care to 
capture all of the naughty bits for posterity.

With her dress off and handed over to Rajiv, Brenda stood for a moment 
crossing her arms across her chest.  She looked over her shoulder into 
the parking lot.  A moment later her arms came down to her sides to 
expose her chest.

"Tasty," Rajiv said, licking his lips.  "And now your new clothes."  He 
handed her the skirt, a very short, tight black thing with a slit up on 
side.  Brenda steadied herself against the side of the van with one 
hand while trying to step into the skirt which was held by only her 
free hand.  She managed to get it up around her ankle before losing her 
balance.  She wobbled and had to drop her foot back to the pavement.  
Her one hand still clutching the mini skirt as she went down, she ended 
up in a position bent at the waist, her heavy breasts hanging toward 
the ground in all their glory and her just barely clad ass high in the 
air.  She grabbed the skirt with both hands now and kind of shuffled 
both feet through the opening.  She stood, pulling the skirt up along 
her slender legs until it came to her hips.

"Ugh, I'm a cow," she spat as she twisted and pulled the tight skirt 
over the swell of her hips and up to her waist.

"I'll bet if I looked I could find a bell for you to wear around your 
neck?" Rajiv joked.  Brenda shot him a disapproving look with one 
raised eyebrow.  She snatched the blouse from his outstretched hand and 
quickly put it on, never letting her gaze leave him.

Before buttoning up the blouse, Brenda took hold of the bottom corners 
and shook it to help it flow and even out over her body, then she 
reached behind her neck to make sure her curly hair was all free and 
clear of the collar.  She began to slowly button up starting at the 
bottom, and turned to face inward to the rest of the parking lot as she 
did so.  Kimberly, of course, moved around to get a clear shot from 
behind the car in the next space.

"And now Wynona, it's your turn."

"Yipe!"

"I want you to first take off your shoes and sock and put on these."  
Rajiv produced a pair of red pumps with about a two inch flat heel.

"Oh, well I can do that!" she said cheerily, bending down to unlace her 
sneakers.  She stood and slipped her feet out of them, then steadied 
herself against the side of the van with one hand, lifted one foot and 
pulled off that sock, then lifted the other foot and did the same.  She 
took the pumps from Rajiv, placed them on the pavement and daintily 
stepped into them one at a time.

"And then," Rajiv continued, "remove your blouse and bra, then put the 
blouse back on but button it only once in the middle."

"Damn," she said under her breath.

"Hey, this was your idea," Brenda said, hands on her hips.  "Put up or 
shut up - or is that put out or get out?  Something like that."

Wynona began to unbutton her blouse, looking nervously over both 
shoulders with her back to the street.  She gulped, steeling her 
nerves, and pulled it down off her shoulders and over her arms.

"I'll hold that for you," Brenda offered, taking the blouse from her 
new friend.

With both hands freed up, Wynona reached up and unclasped her bra in 
the back.  She hooked her thumbs under the shoulder straps and pulled 
them down over her shoulders, then moved quickly to catch the cups of 
the bra before they fell away from her breasts.  Holding them in place, 
she again looked around to make sure no one was watching, never minding 
that this was all being filmed and would be broadcast into tens of 
thousands of homes statewide within a week.

Wynona swallowed the lump in her throat again and pulled her bra away, 
exposing her pert breasts with nipples already stiff with excitement.  
She reached for her blouse but Brenda pulled it away.

"Sorry, here you go," Brenda said, offering it to her again, only to 
pull it away once more as Wynona tried to take hold of it.  The younger 
woman began to flush red with embarrassment and moved one arm up to 
cover herself.

Wynona looked Brenda straight in the eyes as if to say "If you do that 
once more, I'm going to kill you."

Brenda, smiling joyfully, tossed the blouse over Wynona's outstretched 
arm.  Wynona quickly sorted out which end was which and pulled it 
around herself.  She started to button it all the way but Kimberly 
scolded, "Only one button in the middle, remember?"

"D'oh!"  Wynona's gaze fell to the ground as she undid the two top 
buttons she'd just done, moved her hands down a few holes and fumbled 
to get the middle button into the proper hole.

"Very good," Rajiv commented with a clap.  "Now off to your second 
destination."

The walk back to Brenda's car was generally uneventful.  Brenda 
commented to Kimberly (and to Kimberly's camera) that she didn't feel 
exposed enough to make this one worth while.  Wynona, however, kept 
looking down at her chest to be sure her tits hadn't jiggled into view 
through the wide gap in her blouse.  There was one point, though, as 
they approached Ivan at the end of the two block straight walk to 
Second Street, where Brenda pretended to have dropped something on the 
sidewalk.  She turned and bent at the waist, feeling the hem of her 
tight mini skirt rising up over her buttocks.  She fished around for a 
few seconds, pretended to pick up whatever it was that she had 
pretended to drop, stood and continued on with her traveling 
companions.

The trio turned up Second and made the hop skip and jump up to Main, 
where they crossed at the light in front of the public library, turned 
and headed back to Brenda's car just up the next small side street.

"Alright now ladies," Kimberly said, panning her hand held camera 
around before turning back to her subjects, "pop open the truck and 
I'll give you your next clothing assignment.  She fished Brenda's key 
out of her pocket, handed it to her and stood back while the trunk was 
lifted.  Brenda handed the key back to her, which she pocketed.

"Brenda, you go first.  I want you to remove everything below your 
waist - your skirt, panties, socks and shoes.  Place them all into the 
trunk.  Then take the skirt out and put it back on.  Next, unbutton 
your blouse halfway down and wear that pair of wedge sandals."

"Yes ma'am," Brenda said, standing at attention with one hand raised to 
her forehead.  She knelt and began unlacing and removing her shoes.  
Standing, she held the backs down with one foot planted behind the 
other and pulled the other foot out, then switched feet to free the 
other.  She bent down and pulled off her socks, then deposited the 
socks and the shoes into the trunk.

Some teenage kid shouting and running down the sidewalk across the 
narrow street brought all three women's attention to that direction.  
After a few seconds it became obvious he was calling out to a friend on 
a ten speed bicycle at the corner.  They stood and chatted a while.

"Come on, come on," Kimberly said to Brenda, "finish what you've 
started."

It was Brenda's turn to swallow a lump in her throat.  She turned to 
face away from the kids and stepped just a little closer to the curb to 
be blocked from view by a car which was parked behind her own.  She 
quickly pulled her skirt down to her ankles, stepped out of it and then 
pulled down her panties.  As ordered, she picked up both items and put 
them in the trunk.  Now completely bottomless, Brenda turned sideways, 
facing the near sidewalk away from the kids, and began to unbutton her 
blouse down to the midway point.  She pulled the placards aside to 
reveal much of her deep cleavage and the full tops of her breasts 
before reaching into the truck to retrieve the skirt.

"Oh my god, they're looking!" Wynona said, hiding her face with one 
hand.  Brenda shrugged her shoulders, bent at the waist, her heavy tits 
spilling forward and threatening to come out of her top, and stepped 
into the black mini skirt.  She was pretty certain her bare ass was 
quite visible from the street as she pulled the skirt up quickly and 
twisted it up to her waist.

Kimberly panned her camera just a little to the side to catch a glimpse 
of the boys at the corner, then back to her stars.  Brenda was now 
sitting on the lip of her trunk and working her feet into the high 
wedge sandals provided to her by the studio.  With them, her toes would 
be about an inch off the ground and her heels about four inches off the 
ground.  Once she'd gotten her feet into them and fastened the straps 
around her ankles and over the tops of her feet, she placed both feet 
on the ground and stood.  The sandals made a loud clomping sound on the 
pavement.

"Well," Brenda grinned to Wynona, "now it's your turn."

"I can't.  They're watching!"

Brenda looked over her shoulder.  "No, they're not looking right now.  
I don't think they realized what was going on.  Or if they did, they're 
not making a big deal of it."

Kimberly gave the orders for Wynona's change of clothing.  "Remove your 
blouse and your pants.  Put them into the trunk.  Then find the light 
yellow wrap-around skirt and put it on.  Next remove your panties from 
under the skirt and put them in the trunk.  Then find the Channel 69 
crop-top and put it on."

Wynona turned to face toward the teen boys at the corner and, noting 
they were not presently looking in her direction, she unbuttoned and 
unzipped her pants, quickly pulling them down her smooth, milky white 
legs.  She turned away from the boys to undo the one button on her 
blouse and pull it off, letting it fall to the ground.  She knelt, 
feeling relieved for the relative cover provided by both cars parked so 
close, and bunched up her discarded clothing.  She tossed it into the 
trunk and stood to find the yellow skirt.

The skirt was long, about knee length on Wynona's nearly five and-a-
half foot body, and was made to wrap around and be fastened at one side 
by two buttons arranged horizontally.  She quickly pulled it around her 
waist and did up the plastic buttons, but in her haste she pulled one 
of them too hard and heard it bounce two or three times on the 
pavement.  She bent over, seeming to forget all around being topless at 
the moment, and scanned the ground for that button.

"What are you doing?" Brenda asked, unconsciously also bending down to 
look.

"I lost a button."

"Well... wait, who cares?  We don't have a sewing kit.  We can't put it 
back on anyway."

"Damn!"  Wynona stood tall and just before she turned to find that 
crop-top in the trunk she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye 
of the boys on the corner.  At least one of them was quite definitely 
facing in their direction at that moment.  She saw him mouth the word 
"Whoa!" or maybe it was "Holy shit!"  She turned quickly and rummaged 
in the trunk, eventually coming up with a thin, white half tee shirt 
with the studio's logo apparently ironed on to the front.  She pulled 
it on over her head and tugged the bottom down below her breasts.  The 
thing was just long enough to reach about midway between the bottoms of 
her firm breasts and her belly button, but it was fairly loose and if 
she bent over she was certain she would be exposed to anyone looking 
from behind.

"That's great, great," commented Kimberly as Brenda slammed her trunk 
shut, "but you forgot to remove your panties, Wynona."

"Argh!  I'm sorry, I"m just so nervous."  By now the teen on the 
bicycle was riding up the street past them at a leisurely pace, his 
friend on foot jogging up the opposite sidewalk while looking in their 
direction.

A soon as they were out of sight, Wynona pulled her skirt up to her 
waist, grabbed hold of the elastic band of her panties and pulled them 
down, bringing the length of the skirt down at the same time to 
minimize her exposure.  Brenda took her car key from Kimberly again and 
lifted the trunk for Wynona to deposit her panties, then slammed it 
shut and handed the key back to Kimberly.

"Congratulations!  You've completed two trips.  But the dares get 
harder and the risks greater from here."


Chapter 35

As the women reached the corner and turned on to Main street in front 
of the library, the teen boy on the ten speed bike coasted down and 
around the corner and past them.  They heard him say something like, 
"Hubba hubba" before he stood and pedaled hard to race out in front of 
them.  Brenda and Kimberly laughed about how cute that was but Wynona, 
whose bare breasts the kid had just seen a minute ago, was still 
blushing crimson.  As they waited for the crossing signal at Second 
Street, the boy passed them again going the other way.  He just smiled 
the whole way and Kimberly panned her hand held camcorder to follow him 
as he continued to look at them from over his shoulder.

"Hey watch out!" she suddenly shouted.  The boy looked forward, 
frantically gripping his handle bars and braking.  Kimberly laughed as 
he careened out of control and up onto the grassy embankment in front 
of the library.  In reality there had been nothing for him to watch out 
for, she just wanted to teach him to keep his eyes on the road and not 
on her starlets.

As they crossed the six lanes of Main street,Brenda made sure to 
swagger her hips and exaggeratedly shake her chest from side to side to 
see how much of her breasts would expose themselves "quite by 
accident" in her halfway unbuttoned blouse.  She was disappointed to 
find that nothing really interested showed up on its own, but relished 
the freedom she felt in the loose top and without a bra.

In her high wedge sandals, Brenda's firm ass was raised and wiggled 
suggestively as she sauntered across the street in front of the cars 
stopped at the red light.  She had half a mind to bend over and moon 
them, but the flashing red hand told her they had only a few more 
seconds to get across.  While she felt pretty certain she could stop 
traffic by displaying her fine ass, she wasn't yet keen on trying -- 
just in case she was wrong.

As the ladies passed Ivan's corner, turning back onto the two block 
stretch down to the high school, Brenda rotated her body to keep her 
face to the camera as he rotated the camera to follow her.  She reached 
up with both hands and pulled her blouse apart, exposing more and more 
of her cleavage and succulent breast flesh.  Suddenly, over his 
shoulder, she saw what looked like a police car coming down the street 
toward them.  She quickly pulled her blouse tight and turned to walk 
quite normally down the block to Roger's location.

"What was that all about?" Wynona asked.

"I'm waiting for the cop to pass."

Wynona turned and walked backward for a few steps.  "What cop?  I don't 
see him."

A moment later Brenda felt Wynona's slender fingers pushing through the 
slit up the side of her mini skirt and rubbing over her ass cheeks.  
Then she felt the breeze as Wynona lifted the back of the skirt which, 
being such a tight little thing, had the simultaneous effect of lifting 
the front as well.

"Oh my god!" Brenda squealed, jumping and pushing Wynona's hand away.  
"Not until I'm sure it wasn't a cop."  She tugged her skirt back down 
over her privates and looked back over her shoulder.  The light at the 
corner behind them had turned green and the black and white car she'd 
spotted rushed in their direction.  As it passed them, she saw it was a 
taxi cab painted in a shade of off-white with a black hood.

"Hey, maybe you should have flashed the cabbie.  We could have gotten a 
ride."

"Yeah, in more ways than one," Brenda retorted.  "Now, get your hands 
back on my ass.  It felt good."

They walked the two blocks down to where Roger stood, all the while 
lifting the backs of each others' skirts and groping each others' ass 
cheeks.  Before they reached Roger, Brenda ushered Wynona into a narrow 
alleyway where, out of sight from most of the world but still public 
enough to anyone passing right by the alley, she reached up under 
Wynona's crop top to push it up around her neck.  Then Brenda leaned 
forward and licked each of Wynona's nipples while Kimberly zoomed in 
for a close-up shot.  Brenda encircled Wynona's tits as much as she 
could between her thumbs and forefingers and jiggled them up and down 
while her tongue played lightly over those sweet little nipples.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time," Brenda said.  Both 
women looked this way and that to stay aware of prying eyes.

"Let me, let me!" Wynona cried, pulling at Brenda's half unbuttoned 
blouse.  A moment later Brenda's larger breasts were bared and Wynona 
flicked her tongue over Brenda's stiff nipples.  To her surprise they 
began to elongate out to about a third of an inch.  "Ooh, they're so 
hard and suckable," she giggled and continued to lick them.

"Well then suck 'em!" Brenda nearly shouted, her sexual need rising 
with each passing second.

When for the first time Wynona's wet lips closed around her areolae, 
Brenda shuddered in a mild orgasm.

"Company!" Kimberly called.

Brenda and Wynona stood and quickly pulled their tops over their tits, 
played with their hair and pretended nothing at all was going on.  
Three people -- two women and a guy -- passed by the alley.  One of the 
women watched them as she passed but continued on without incident.

"This is such a rush!" Wynona said, taking hold of one of Brenda's 
hands and hopping joyously.

"We've still got three more trips to make," Kimberly noted, "so keep 
your energy up and think of some more things to do.  On this next trip 
I want to stop into that convenience store across the street."

"We should probably have one of the guys go across with us," Brenda 
said.  "Just to be safe."  Everyone agreed.  They met with Roger at the 
corner and told him of the plan.  He began immediately to moved his 
gear to the convenience store side of the street as the women crossed 
in the other directly over to the school parking lot.

Rajiv met them at the van.  "Hey, I was wondering when you were going 
to get here," he said, hopping out of the side door.  "I like the 
outfits, by the way.  Okay, here's the deal.  This time Wynona changes 
first."

"Sure, I'm up for it," the younger woman said with a wild gleam in her 
eyes and a happy smile on her face.

"Alright then.  Take off your top and skirt."

"Then I'll be completely naked!"

"Yeah, except for the red shoes," he smiled.  "Don't worry, that's not 
all.  You get to put something on after that."

Wynona's top came off first and she handed it over to Rajiv, letting 
her arms fall to her sides and leaving her breasts exposed.  "Mm, the 
sun feels good today," she said.  "But I burn easily, so give me 
something to cover up in."

"Not until the skirt comes off," Kimberly chided.

Wynona unbuttoned the skirt and handed it over, standing in the parking 
lot in nothing but a pair of red pumps.

"Why you look good enough to eat... out," Brenda teased.

"Walk once all the way around the van," Rajiv ordered.

Wynona suddenly looked fearful but one glance to Brenda who smiled 
warmly back at her got her in motion.  Kimberly followed as the shy 
goth girl made her way around the large news van.  A sudden roar of 
cheers from the nearby football stadium caused Wynona to momentarily 
crouch and cover up, but when she realized just what it was she stood, 
turned to face and wink at Kimberly's camera, then continued on around 
the van.

As they arrived back at the side door, Brenda and Rajiv seemed to 
quickly separate and turn away from each other.

"Okay now Wynona, here's what you get to wear."  Rajiv reached into the 
cardboard box inside the van and pulled out a very slinky black dress.  
As he held it up to display, Wynona realized there was hardly enough 
material there to cover a child's doll.  She nonetheless took it, 
figuring that minuscule cover was better than no cover at all, and 
began to slip her body into it feet first.  She pulled the material up 
around her thighs, the tight material hugging her curves perfectly, 
before reaching down with both hands to pull the straps up the length 
of her arms and over her chest.

"Would you zip me up in back?" she asked Brenda.

"Sure thing!" her friend chirped.  "Wait, Wynona there is no zipper.  
There is no back.  That's it."

"There's got to be something!" Wynona protested.  "I feel like my back 
end is completely exposed."

"Well, except for your ass it pretty much is."

Wynona stepped up to the side mirror on the van, pulled it outward and 
angled it down a bit.  She then turned and looked at herself reflected.  
The so-called dress was very little more than two thin straps over the 
shoulders, a very, very low V-neck plunging down almost to her navel 
and the equivalent of a skintight miniskirt wrapped around her from the 
waist down to about mid-thigh.  The back -- rather her back -- was 
completely exposed save for the extensions of the shoulder straps 
running down her sides.

"Oh boy, put five pounds of lipstick on me and I look like a regular 
prostitute," she mused.

"You look fabulous," Rajiv commented.

"Yeah, not like a cow like me," Brenda said, turning an evil eye to the 
man.

"Hey, you said it, not me.  I just thought it would be nice to have a 
little bell on a necklace tinkling between your boobs as you move 
around.  Anyway, it's your turn now."

"Lay it on me."

"I want you to get completely naked except for your sandals, then put 
on these."  Rajiv held out a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts which 
were no more than six inches from waistband to the frayed bottom cuffs.  
"Then put on the Channel 69 crop-top Wynona just took off."

Brenda enthusiastically tore off her blouse, sending buttons flying in 
all directions, and threw it into the van.  She then shimmied out of 
her own tight miniskirt and lifted her bare leg up toward Rajiv.  After 
a moment gazing her luscious brown pussy hair, he took hold of the 
material and tossed it into the box.

"I'm very limber," Brenda stated.  "I used to do ballet."  She slid her 
hand down the length of her leg as she lifted it high.  She got it 
almost straight up, exposing the inner folds and dark recessed of her 
vagina, before letting her foot drop slowly and safely back to the 
pavement.

"We..  may be able to do something with that," Rajiv said through deep, 
calming breaths as his cock pulsed and strained against the confines of 
his pants.

Brenda pulled on the crop top but had a little more trouble than Wynona 
getting it down over her breasts.  "I really might fall out of this, 
totally by accident," she noted and laughed.  "Wouldn't that be 
something?  NOT trying to flash and doing it anyway?"

Then she tired to pull on the Daisy Dukes Rajiv had given her.  "Uh, 
Raj?  You guys do have my measurements on file and I know I haven't 
gained this much weight."

"Too tight?" Kimberly asked?

"Oh, just a little," Brenda said, sucking in her belly and trying for 
the third time to get the zipper on the fly to come all the way up.

"Yes, we have your measurements.  And these aren't supposed to fit 
perfectly," Rajiv said with a grin.  "That's part of the fun.  As you 
go back and forth, your dares become more risky; your clothing becomes 
less covering."

"Yeah, but I can't even get into these things they're so tight.  These 
have to be at least two sizes too small."

"Two sizes exactly, by Thomas' reckoning."

"Shit, so I'm supposed to walk around with my--" she stopped, suddenly 
realizing how loud she was talking.  Much quieter now she continued, 
"with my pussy exposed?"

"It's either that or nothing," Rajiv said, folding his arms across his 
broad chest.

"Okay," Brenda conceded, throwing her hands in the air.

"You really can't see anything," Wynona pointed out.  "Just a bit of 
bare skin above your mound."

"Yes, but I'm not walking around right now.  I'm not moving around."

"Well, off we go ladies!" Kimberly clapped.  "We mustn't keep the 
convenience store waiting."

And so the extremely aroused, quite a bit unnerved ladies walked, 
slowly to be sure, through the parking lot, past a couple of people 
walking on the sidewalk who gave them curious looks and across the 
street in front of cars, many of which honked their appreciation for 
the show the ladies were putting on without even trying.

They shuffled along the sidewalk until they reached the convenience 
store, its front doors still wide open.  From somewhere in the back of 
the store a loud electric ding was heard as they crossed the light bar 
just inside the doors.

"Well, you're the boss.  What do we do?" Brenda quietly asked Kimberly.

"Go and look around the store.  Act like you're looking for something 
to buy.  I'll follow you with the camera.  Flash me every now and then.  
It's pretty straightforward."

Wynona saw what she wanted; the rack of adult magazines on the end of 
an aisle facing the sales counter.  She wriggled her way over there, 
trying not to fall out of her "dress" and began looking over the titles 
they had.  Some of them she knew from her days as a writer of erotica; 
she had submitted stories to some of them.  Others seemed to maybe be 
foreign printings and a whole bunch of them seemed to cater to specific 
interests like lesbian love, big tits, gigantic asses and just over 18 
models (or so they claimed).  As Kimberly held her camera close to 
avoid detection from the man behind the counter, Wynona bent at the 
waist, feeling her tight dress ride halfway up her ass.  She stayed in 
that position, thumbing through mags on the bottom shelf, for about a 
minute before picking up something she thought might be reasonably 
interesting.

Brenda, meanwhile, was sauntering through the store, taking every 
opportunity of privacy to pull up the zipper on her cutoffs.  The 
frayed cuffs didn't even completely cover her ass cheeks and the 
naughtiness of it all was increasing her sexual arousal.  She felt her 
juices beginning to collect in the crotch of the shorts and feared they 
would soon be running down her thighs for all to see.

As Kimberly slyly moved around Wynona, keeping her camera out of plain 
sight, she noted the younger woman reaching one hand inside the V-neck 
of her dress while looking at the dirty pictures in the porno mag she'd 
picked up.  Kimberly watched as Wynona's manipulation of her own breast 
became quite apparently through the thin, tight black material and felt 
she had to take the chance and lift the camera for a clear shot, even 
if just for a couple of seconds.

Two men entered the store, distracting the salesman at the counter by 
asking for a case of cigarettes.  "What kind of manly man smokes cigar-
ETTES?" she mused.  "Dainty, girlie cigars.  Ooh, what a real man you 
are."  But she soon turned her attention back to Wynona whose hand 
dropped out of her dress and fell to the spot between her legs where 
she began to rub herself in small circles going clockwise from 
Kimberly's head-on perspective.

Kimberly left Wynona to meet Brenda in the last aisle of the store 
which contained an ice cream freezer, several refrigeration units 
stocked with dozens of kinds of horse piss -- I mean beer -- and a big 
freezer unit full of bags of ice.  Kimberly pulled open the ice freezer 
and jerked her head to indicate to Brenda she wanted her over there.

Brenda took her meaning and bent at the waist, pushing her ass way out 
behind her, to pick up a bag of ice.  It was heavy and slick and she 
dropped it.  "Oh never mind that, I've got something better," Brenda 
said.  She pulled up her Channel 69 crop top and pressed her body 
against the cold, fogged up glass door of the ice freezer.  "Ooh 
shit!" she cried out as the sudden cold bit into her bare skin and her 
nipples, previously hard just from arousal, suddenly constricted 
further on contact with the frozen surface.

But the view from the other side was great for Kimberly, who openly 
filmed the scene as Brenda's warm breasts squashed out flat against the 
cold glass.  "Turn around," Kimberly barked.  Brenda turned and slid 
the zipper of her shorts all the way down, then pulled them halfway 
down her thighs.  She backed up and pressed her ass cheeks against the 
cold glass.

"Excuse me.  This is not a library!" called the salesman.  "And what 
are you two doing over there?  Buy something or get out."

To the three American white chicks, the guy behind the counter looked 
like a taller, leaner version of Rajiv Patel but with a dark mustache.

Startled by his sudden announcement, Brenda scrambled to put her 
goodies away.  She got her crop top down over her jiggling bosom but as 
she yanked her Daisy Dukes up over her hips, the zipper gave out 
completely, hanging wide open and exposing her furry mound.

"Were just, uh, looking," Kimberly said, stuffing her camera into a 
pocket on her green dress.

"There is no filming allowed in my store," the man said harshly.  "I 
will not have it.  Buy something now or please get out."

"Um, okay.  Sorry, we didn't realize.  Hey, I have an idea.  Wynona, 
Brenda, come over here a minute.  Mister, ah-- mister...?"

"My family name is Bandyopadhyay."

"Mr. Bandyopadhyay, we're really sorry.  We're doing a show for a new 
cable TV show and we didn't realize you don't allow cameras.  We'd 
really like to be able to do some filming here in your store but we 
understand where you're coming from.  We wouldn't think of doing so 
without giving you a little something in return."

"You can't be serious?" both Wynona and Brenda shot at her.

"Not that!  Just, I don't know, show him your stuff.  Rub against him.  
Let him feel your merchandise."  Kimberly produced her camera from her 
pocket.  "We will come back later and buy something if you let us film 
while we're here.  And to show you we're serious, my two friends here 
will let you touch them if you want to."

Brenda swallowed hard.  A happily married and devoted woman, the last 
two months had seen her giving hand jobs and blow jobs to complete 
strangers and neighbors, not to mention letting a hunk fuck the hell 
out of her in the parking lot when she'd mistakenly thought Kimberly 
was nearby filming the scene.  Now she was being asked once again to 
let a total stranger feel her up.

"Well, let us see what you have to offer and then we will see," the man 
said.

Kimberly slapped Wynona on the ass to get her moving.  Being the 
unmarried one, she had not as much to stop her yet she stood riveted to 
the floor until that slap got her moving.  She batted her eyes at the 
man and pulled herself up onto the rounded edge of his sales counter.  
As her feet left the ground and her hands planted firmly on the counted 
lifted her body forward, the strain on her dress which was caught 
motionless between her belly and the counter pulled down, down, down 
until both her tits popped out over the top.

The man very quickly reached forward with both hands and cupped 
Wynona's breasts.  She tossed her head back gasping, "Oh god."  He 
rolled both of her nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand, 
causing her to squeal in delight.

Meanwhile Brenda had stepped around behind the counter, her now pretty 
much useless cutoff shorts hanging wide open.  "Oh mister convenience 
store man, I have something here I'd like you to see."  She took hold 
of one of his arms and guides his hand down over her bare abdomen.  
When he felt his fingertips meet curly little hairs, he turned his gaze 
away from the moaning vixen rocking back and forth on the edge of his 
counter and looked down at Brenda's exposed pussy.  He turned his hand 
to cup her bush within his palm and worked his fingers down over her 
slick pussy lips.

Kimberly was trying very hard to get in and angle her camera for a good 
shot, hoping that the lack of electric lights in the store would not 
make these shots completely useless.  Just to be safe, she flicked on 
the night shot feature.

The man rubbed and lightly squeezed Brenda's pussy lips with one hand 
while still rolling and pinching Wynona's nipple in the other.  His 
gaze kept going back and forth between them and he saw both women's 
eyes rolling back in their heads as they fought the primal urges 
building within them.  He knew for sure that the big titted one was 
ready to cum.  His fingers were absolutely coated with her juices and 
he hadn't even penetrated her yet.

"Okay, that's enough for now," Kimberly called suddenly.  "Hands off.  
We'll be back in a few minutes to let you finish but only if you agree 
to let us film in here."

"If you will be coming in dressed like this and letting me fondle you 
again, you may film."

Kimberly pulled both women away from the man.  Brenda resisted, and 
Kimberly noted her breathing was extremely erratic and her skin was 
flushed heavily.  "Please!" she pleaded.  "I just need to-- to--"

"Later!" Kimberly barked.  "We've got a walk to finish, then we'll come 
back."


Chapter 36

On the horrifyingly long journey back to Brenda's car, Wynona kept 
adjusting her boobs under the stretched out material of the previously 
skin tight dress.  In some places it had been stretched to the point of 
tearing pin holes which let some skin show through where she didn't 
feel it should.  The backside, which originally came up only to her 
waist, now dropped and let the very top of the crack of her ass show as 
she walked.  She felt somewhat relieved that Brenda was staying in 
close step right behind her, desperately trying to hold together the 
flaps at the front of her Daisy Dukes while walking in those 
obnoxiously high wedge sandals which lifted her posterior, forcing the 
front side to appear to be hanging lower than it really was.  It didn't 
help Brenda's case that the crotch of her virtually legless cutoffs was 
soaking with her own lubrication from pent up sexual need.  She was 
still breathing heavy when they were all the way to the end of the 
block.

As they began to cross over the street to where Roger stood with his 
camera, Kimberly ordered the pair to change positions.  They both 
whined and groaned halfway across the street before Kimberly reminded 
them that the whole purpose of this exercise was to show off their 
bodies in public and they reluctantly switched positions.

Brenda, hazed and in need of cock, saw Roger smiling at her and let go 
of her shorts.  The denim fell away to the sides leaving her entire 
pubic mound exposed.  She clasped her hands behind her head and skipped 
the last few feet up onto the sidewalk.  This had the effect of 
immediately dropping her shorts to her ankles, there being so little 
material to create enough friction going down to stop them before they 
hit the ground.

Brenda stopped in her tracks, bringing her hands up to her face as she 
shrieked.  Wynona had no time to stop and bumped firmly into Brenda's 
back.  Brenda lost her balance and fell forward until she stood bent 
over with all her hands and feet on the concrete.

Wynona, surprised by the sudden stop and by seeing Brenda falling, 
reached out to grab hold of her.  As Brenda toppled forward, Wynona's 
hands got hold of the Channel 69 crop top.  She started to lose her own 
balance now and turned quickly to the side, her grip on Brenda's top 
tightening and pulling it up toward Brenda's head.

Numerous honks and cat calls greeted the women as they fumbled and 
stumbled, quite unintentionally, on the street corner.  They were 
safely out of traffic but on full display to people at all four 
corners.

Kimberly rushed to help Wynona get to her feet, keeping her hand held 
camcorder aimed at Brenda's body as she moved up the length of her.  
"Are you alright/" she asked Wynona.  "What happened?  Why did you 
stop?" she then asked of Brenda, who was now rolling over to sit on her 
ass and try to pull her shorts up and her top down.

"Stand back!  Give her room to breathe!" shouted a man just arriving on 
their corner.  He rushed to Brenda's side, taking in the sight of all 
her remarkable curves, and wrapped an arm around her belly beneath her 
tits.  "Here, let me help you stand up," he generously offered.  As 
Brenda stood, the man moved in back of her and held her around the 
chest with both hands.  "Are you alright?  Are you hurt?  Do you need 
CPR?"

"No, no I'm fine, thank you.  Really, I'm okay.  You can let go of me 
now!"

The man looked surprised by where his hands had come to rest and 
quickly withdrew them, apologizing for his clumsiness.  "I was just 
trying to help a woman in need," he said, not taking his eyes off her.

Brenda tugged her crop top down over her breasts at last, but the 
shorts were really a lost cause.  They could not be held together with 
just one hand.

"Oh my!" she wailed dramatically.  "My zipper's busted."

"Channel 69?  What is that, cable?" the man asked, still eying Brenda's 
heaving chest.  "I've got cable," he said, winking at her.

Kimberly got in between them.  "The show is called 'What Some People 
Will Do'.  You can watch it Wednesday nights at eight."

"Can I get your number?" the man called as Kimberly ushered Brenda and 
Wynona up the street toward the library.

As they turned the last corner back to the car, Brenda muttered, "That 
was great except now my hands and butt are all scratched up.  Why 
didn't you stop?"

"I didn't have time," Wynona cried.  "I'm really sorry.  Are you okay?  
I mean really.  Any pain in your wrists?  Are you bleeding?  I"m so 
sorry."

"No, I'm okay.  Thanks, though."

"Well," Kimberly said with a sigh, "doing that right in front of the 
camera, we got some great shots.  I don't want you two to get hurt 
doing stunts, but that one incident was seriously good for the show."

Once Brenda's trunk was popped, Kimberly gave the ladies their next 
dress assignment.  "Brenda, I want you to remove everything.  Even the 
shoes.  Then put on this blue dress and your sneakers from earlier."

Brenda nodded.  They all looked around for any sign of the teenage kids 
from earlier but saw that they were alone.  However the car which had 
been parked behind them was gone, so they would be on full display from 
Main Street just a few dozen yards away.

Brenda shed her sandals first.  "These things were killing my feet 
anyway," she complained.  Then she let the cutoff shorts fall to the 
ground and just left them there.  Next came the crop top which went 
into her trunk.  She took the blue dress Kimberly was holding out.  It 
was a very plain affair with short sleeves, no discernible pattern or 
color variation, about mid-thigh length with a column of brown buttons 
running down the front.  She slipped it on over her shoulders and began 
to button from the middle.

"Hm, no.  I have a better idea," Kimberly said.  "Only button the top 
and bottom.  Leave all the rest open."

"Are we going back to the convenience store?  I'm not sure I want that 
man touching me again."

"You can't leave him hanging now.  He's probably got an aching hard-on 
that won't go away for days unless you help him.  But only go as far as 
you feel comfortable; just let him get off and don't let him go too far 
with you."

Once her new dress was on and "buttoned", Brenda Young sat on the lip 
of her trunk to put on her socks and sneakers.

"Okay Wynona, now it's your turn.  Take off that skanky little dress 
and put on this pair of panties first."  What Kimberly held out to her 
could hardly be called panties.  A thin string of material to go around 
her waist, another similarly thin string to go down the crack of her 
ass and a tiny triangle of orange fabric to just barely conceal her 
womanhood.  "Technically this is legal coverage in this state," 
Kimberly offered when Wynona seemed reluctant to take it.  "But I also 
want you to wear this matching orange feather boa to cover your perky 
boob."

"Gee, thanks!" Wynona said, rolling her eyes.  She took hold of the 
bottom hem of her black dress and pulled it over her head.  Depositing 
it into the trunk, she draped the boa over her shoulders to at least 
give her some upper body protection, slipped her feet out of her red 
pumps then stepped into the g-string panties one leg at a time.  She 
pushed her feet back into the pumps and stood posing like a glamor girl 
in a photo shoot.

As they walked back down the road and past the library, Brenda noted 
with some satisfaction that her dress was both full enough and loose 
enough to allow her breasts to sway quite freely but still be covered 
by the fabric more than half the time.  Every few steps, as she looked 
down, she would see one of her nipples peak into view for a moment, 
then that breast would wobble back into hiding as her stride brought 
her other foot forward.  She turned in the middle of Main Street and 
let the show be caught on Kimberly's camera, then proceeded along their 
route.

"Follow us," Kimberly said to Roger as they passed him on the corner.  
He took a moment to gather up his stuff and collapse his tripod, but 
was soon following them.  They'd gotten across the street while he was 
stopped for crossing traffic, but he got to the opposite corner as they 
were turning into the convenience store halfway down the block.  He 
followed right along, wondering what kind of mischief they were going 
to get in.

"We're ba-a-ack!" cheered Kimberly as they entered the store.  The 
Indian man behind the counter smiled and bade them welcome.

"I almost did not recognize you with your different clothes.  What did 
you do with the old ones?"

"Oh, tossed them in the garbage," Wynona said with a dismissive wave of 
the hand.  "Those old rags weren't worth keeping."

Kimberly said, "We told you we'd be back to buy some things and now 
we're here.  Ladies, go and find some things you'd like.  Anything at 
all."

"But we have no money," Brenda said quietly.  Both Kimberly and Wynona 
grinned at her lack of understanding.

As they meandered through the small store, the women took turned 
letting their tops down and exposing themselves both to Mr. 
Bandyopadhyay and to Kimberly's and Roger's cameras.

"I can think of naughty things to do with this," Wynona said, holding 
up a pack of Rolo from the candy aisle.  To emphasize her point, she 
made a circle with the thumb and forefinger of one hand and slid the 
cylindrical candy in and out of it.

"Have you ever done it with a bottle?" Brenda asked, looking over the 
selection of varied booze and liquors in the refrigerator cases.

"Once but... I'd rather not talk about it," Wynona said, averting her 
gaze and pulling her feather boa over her breasts.  "Let's just say 
I've been in emergency rooms too many times."

"Ooh, I want to hear more about this later," Kimberly joked.

As the pair continued to go through the aisles picking up random things 
which caught they attention, two men entered.  One was older, probably 
in his late forties or fifties, and a younger one maybe in his late 
teens or early twenties.

The older man had thin salt and pepper hair and a deeply tanned face 
with cracks enough to tell he probably worked outdoors most of his 
life.  Under the cuff of his green polo shirt Brenda saw part of a 
colorful tattoo.  The younger man wore small glasses and had hair as 
black as black can be.  It was so black it shone with a blue tinge when 
the light hit it just right.  He was neither scrawny nor stocky; didn't 
look like he did any weight training but was of a very healthy weight 
for his build.

"I'll be just a minute, Jimmy," said the older man.  "You go and play 
Lotto for me."  He made his way straight back toward the liquor section 
and pulled out a six pack of bottled beer.  He turned and made his way 
toward the front before noticing Brenda standing, hands on her hips and 
staring into the refrigerator next to him.  "Oh, uh, excuse me miss.  
Don't mean to be rude or nothing, but do you, uh, always dress like 
that?"

"No, not always," Brenda replied nonchalantly.

"Well, my wife's away for the weekend, it's just me and the boy, 
and..." he looked over his shoulder and saw Roger with his big news 
camera.  "Never mind, I see you're busy."

"No, please don't go yet," Brenda said, turning to face him and pushing 
out her chest as much as she could.  "I'm just here on a dare.  You 
know, one of those 'Win a thousand bucks' kind of TV promotions.  Tell 
me more about your, uh, boy."  She winked at him.

"What boy?  Oh!  My son.  He's up at the counter right now, he don't 
matter much."  The man lowered his voice to avoid being picked up by 
the camera behind him.  "I can send him to the arcade or something if 
you want to come back up to the house with me or just fool around in my 
truck."

"I'm afraid I can't.  I have to stay with the camera crew, but hey 
how's about a quick feel for the folks at home?"  She pulled one side 
of her dress wide to fully expose one breast and her bare, furry pussy 
down below.

"Well shit, I don't know.  Is that alright with you all?" he asked, 
turning to Roger.  Roger just smiled and nodded.  "Alright, well maybe 
just a little feel.  But here comes my son."  The man's hand was 
instantly on Brenda's bare breast.

"It's okay," she laughed, "he can feel the other one.  That is, if he's 
over eighteen."

"Yep, he's nineteen.  I mean, if he's under eighteen do I get to feel 
both of 'em?"

"Ha ha, no."

"Yeah, then he's nineteen.  Jimmy, come here and see what your old dad 
found."

The younger man came to stand beside Brenda and noticed his father's 
hand moving under her open dress.

"You're nineteen, right?" Brenda asked.  The boy just nodded.  Brenda 
pulled the other side of her dress open to expose her other breast.  
"Go ahead, feel it."

The boy looked to his dad for guidance.  His dad was too engrossed in 
groping the woman's fabulous tits to notice.  The boy reached up a 
shaky hand and latched onto Brenda's breast like a vice.

"Ow!  Not so hard.  Be gentle," she coached.  "Are these your first 
boobs?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah!" the boy said, but she felt certain it was a lie for his 
father's sake.

"What's all this, then?" Wynona called, coming to break up the 
commotion.  "Why aren't my tits being groped?"  She pouted and pulled 
aside her orange feather boa to fully reveal her chest.

The boy, both hands free unlike his father who still carried the six 
pack of beer, turned and placed both hands onto Wynona's chest.  "N-
nice to meet you," he stammered.  "M-my names Jim.  What's yours?"

"Gwendolyn," she lied.  It was, in fact, one of the pen names under 
which she wrote her erotica, so even under a lie detector test she 
could pass that one if she had to.

"If you don't get Channel 69, call your cable company," Kimberly said, 
poking her head in between the group of horny adults.  "That's enough 
guys.  Break it up.  Break it up."  She shooed the men away from her 
starlets.  "Seriously!  Some people think that just because a woman is 
half naked in a corner store and flaunting her sexy body they can just 
walk up and sample the merchandise.  Sheesh!"

Roger moved to help make a line of defense between the stars of the 
show and the two men.  In time they left the store and the camera crew 
got back to their task at hand.

"Alright now," Kimberly said, standing at the sales counter.  "We have 
a candy bar, two packs of gum, a couple of porno mags -- wow, this 
chick's got massive hooters! -- and a baseball cap, two bottles of 
bourbon and... oh geez, one diet soda.  Whose is this?!"

Wynona wiggled her fingers from behind her boa.

"Put this back."

"No no, I have ideas for it.  You'll love it."

"Fine.  So, how much do we owe you and understand that we have no 
money."

Mr. Bandyopadhyay sorted through the items, keying them into the 
register.  "You have all this here and then you have chocolate and 
cookies.  This comes to twenty-eight seventy."

"Ladies, give the man thirty dollars worth of attention."

"Um, okay," Brenda said sheepishly.  She had no idea how much thirty 
dollars should be worth in terms of her body, but she figured to let it 
go just far enough and then stop when she started to feel really dirty 
about it, as opposed to just the little bit dirty she was feeling at 
that moment.

Brenda and Wynona went around behind the counter.  Brenda got to her 
knees in front of the man, essentially hiding under the counter.  
Wynona pulled her feather boa wide to fully expose herself, then 
wrapped it and her arms around the shopkeeper.  She pressed hard 
against him, pushing her tits into his chest and kissing him on the 
cheek repeatedly while Brenda began to noisily suck on his cock below 
the counter.

"Some say there is no heaven on Earth, but I think I have found it," he 
said as his balls began to ache for release under Brenda's expert 
manipulation with tongue,lips and fingers.

"Don't do him all the way!" Wynona cried.  "I want a chance, too."  She 
got down carefully onto both knees and the two women began to lick up 
and down opposite sides of his throbbing cock.

"Oh, you may come and film in my shop any time you like if you always 
pay like this," he said.

Brenda stood and, with her tits still pushed out through the widespread 
front of her dress, pressed herself against his body as Wynona took his 
cock all to herself.  Brenda brought the man's hands to her chest and 
asked him to be gentle as she began to rub her clit with her own hands.

"Oh dear mother of all that is holy," he cried as his body tensed in 
sexual climax and suddenly release, launching a flood of semen into 
Wynona's waiting mouth.   She managed to keep it all in, then stood and 
motioned for Brenda to face her.  Brenda seemed not to understand what 
she wanted or why she wasn't talking, so Wynona grabbed Brenda's head 
with both hands and forced herself on her friend, opening her mouth and 
pushing the wad of cum out with her tongue to slather it over Brenda's 
lips, which soon parted.  The women kissed each other deeply for 
several seconds while the shopkeeper groped both of their asses.

Wynona was the first to pull away from the kiss, and three strings of 
sticky cum stretched out between their mouths.  "Give it back," she 
ordered, and Brenda complied by pulled her friend close and snogging 
her silly, licking around and around Wynona's lips to gather up the 
rest of the semen and swapping it back into her mouth.  Brenda then 
backed away a few steps and lowered herself with her mouth turned 
upward.  Wynona stood over her and let the gooey mess slide from 
between her lips and down into Brenda's waiting mouth.  They locked 
lips once more and this time when they parted, both women let the 
mixture run down their chins.

"I believe that is thirty dollars," Kimberly said to the shopkeeper, 
"and your change," she added, addressing the lesbian cum swappers.  
"Now let's get back to the van for the final change of clothes."

As they left the store, stuffing their tits back under the semi-
protective covering, Brenda advised her friend not to wipe the cum off 
her face.  "Let's walk all the way back to the van just like this."

"You are one sick slut, Brenda Young," Wynona said, grabbing a firm 
hold on her friend's ass through her dress.  "After this, I'm going to 
seriously need to cum."

"I know, me too."