My Summer Job – Part Seven (Exhib, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: Hooked6 (Copyright2007 by: Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Tracy and Anna both kept looking at me without saying a word. Making me wait without knowing what I was in for was maddening. A few more people exited the auditorium as I was standing there in my overcoat. “Nice party,” one of the guys said as he escorted his date down the hall. “Look forward to seeing you again sometime.”
“Ah, sure and thanks for coming.” I said politely.
“Looks like your boss’s function went well,” Tracy remarked.
“Yeah, we kept our word, now it’s your turn,” Anna added. I just nodded my head and looked towards the floor. I was really starting to hate these two. The girls turned toward the back of the hotel and took a couple of steps then Anna stopped suddenly saying, “Oh I almost forgot let’s leave that stupid coat here.”
“But it’s not mine,” I said quickly.
“It will be fine. We’ll get it back to you later. Besides, you won’t be needing it tonight.”
As the girls giggled, I took off my coat and Tracy opened the door and tossed it back into the auditorium.
Another person followed Tracy out and saw me standing there and bade me goodnight.
“You seem quite popular,” Anna added to which I shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe it’s the leash. Let’s see how this thing works.” She grabbed the leash and forcibly yanked it down puling me to the floor. “Crawl,” she instructed firmly.
I was on my knees now but I resisted going down on all fours as it was such a humiliating thing. She yanked harder but I still held my ground. I had my pride, you know. Then, just as another couple walked out the door, Tracy hauled off and slapped my exposed butt HARD with her bare hand! The resulting sound reverberated down the hall. I heard the couple behind me laughing then the lady said, “Oh look – they’re doing a demonstration!” I started to get flushed with embarrassment realizing that they had just seen what Tracy had done. Then much to my chagrin, I heard the auditorium door open and the same lady shouting, “Hey guys . . . they’re doing a demo out here. COME ON and CHECK IT OUT!” Just then I heard few more people join the original couple.
I tried desperately to stand but Anna had a tight grip on my leash and she was strong enough to keep me on my knees. WHACK – came another resounding slap on my butt causing me to moan a bit! Anna started walking onward pulling ever harder on the leash. I had no choice but to either resist and choke myself to death or do as she asked and crawl – so I crawled. Bent over crawling on my hands and knees I was aware that those behind me were able to see everything – not only my private areas but how totally wet I was as well! It was terrible. I was reduced to acting like . . . like a DOG! I heard the people talking about me and they quite clearly LIKED what they were seeing. They all thought it was still part of the Fetish Ball! I mean they were actually INTO stuff like this and that must have thought I was too. How weird!
Tracy followed me slapping my butt a few more times and they both seemed to take great pleasure in my humiliation. They walked me down the length of the corridor and then back again. Coming back was worse as now I could see everyone’s faces. They were all smiling while I was filled with shame. I had no idea why, but it made me feel awful. The girls made me sit, beg, roll over and to top it all off, play dead! The small group of onlookers then clapped and one of them even asked if I was available. To my relief, Anna said that I wasn’t.
As I sat up again the group left leaving me with the two girls.
“That was pretty cool!” Tracy remarked excitedly. Anna had me stand, patted me on the head like a good little doggy. “I think it’s time to go,” she said giving my leash a gentle tug. Finally, I was getting out of this place before any more of the guests stumbled upon me. I didn’t want word of any of this somehow reaching my boss. I wasn’t sure what she would think, especially after I refused her offer of driving me back to the office.
The girls led me out the back of the hotel and down by the loading dock. I got a couple of wolf-whistles from some of the guys working there emptying trash, but no direct confrontation. Tracy had me get into the back seat of her car as the two girls sat in front. In no time we were off.
As you can imagine, driving around town without any means of covering yourself is unbelievably stressful. To make matters worse, the girls initially said nothing. For my part I was still wearing my stupid collar, gloves and boots. All sorts of thoughts ran through my head. At least it was late – I’m guessing around two in the morning, so there wasn’t much traffic downtown.
“Best drive carefully, Tracy,” Anna said teasingly. “I wouldn’t want you to get pulled over by the police. I can only imagine what they’d do to poor Britney back there!” That’s just great, I thought as the two girls laughed out loud, something else to worry about!
Anna sat up on her knees in her seat and turned around to face me. “So, tell me Britney, how often do you get off?”
“What???” I replied.
“You heard me. How often do you get off; you know, climax, have an orgasm, bang the button to the top floor?”
“Enough to satisfy me,” I replied guardedly. Both girls laughed. I HATED talking about such intimate stuff.
Tracy just HAD to get a dig in, “I’ll bet she’s only fingered herself. I doubt she even has a guy. If she did have a boyfriend, I’d bet he’d be named Bob.”
“Yeah – B.O.B. – you know, Battery Operated Boyfriend,” Anna quipped. What really hurt was that they were right. I didn’t have a boyfriend. I really did have to resort to taking matters into my own hand, so to speak. Anna seemed to realize that she was onto something with her line of questioning and continued. “So, tell me, Britney, what do you think about when you’re trying to get off?”
I couldn’t believe they were asking me questions like that. “That’s none of your business,” I snapped.
“I’m afraid it is sweetie, unless of course you want to renege on our deal.”
I sighed. This was hopeless. What else could I do but play along? Reluctantly I answered evasively, “Just stuff, nothing in particular.”
“Surely you must think about boys, right? Unless, of course, you are really into girls. Are you into girls, Britney?”
“NO! I think about boys . . .”
“Like WHO for instance? What boy do you think about?”
Before I could answer Tracy suddenly stopped the car right in the middle of the street drawing attention of several cars as they passed us by. “Don’t even THINK about lying to us or our little deal is over!”
The tension was mounting – both because of the nature of their questioning and the fact that we were so conspicuous stopped in the middle of downtown. All I could think about was sitting there naked and Tracy’s car attracting the attention of a passing officer. “I’m not moving until you answer,” she added for emphasis.
My heart raced. I knew I had to answer honestly. “Billy Jameson.”
“Billy Bob Jameson? You’ve GOT to be kidding!! Oh, this is rich!”
“I told you his name would be BOB,” Anna said sarcastically as both girls laughed.
“Does he know you think about him when you’re masturbating?” Tracy asked now eagerly looking at me.
“No, of course not! And could we get moving now before we get into trouble? I answered your question.”
Tracy giggled and eventually put the car in gear and resumed driving. After a minute or so Tracy pulled into an empty parking lot of an office building and stopped the car. “Here,” she said as she handed me her cell phone.
“What’s this for?”
“Call him.”
“Call who?” I asked nervously.
“Call Billy Jameson. Tell him that you think about him when you play with yourself.” She said seriously. By now both girls were on their knees looking over the front seats at me.
“I . . . I can’t do that!!”
“Look we can play this game all night like you promised or we can quit. Frankly I’m tired of having to bully you into doing everything we ask. What did you think we meant when we said we wanted three nights of humiliating you? Now for the last time, what’s it going to be?”
In a panic I tried to think of what I could say to diffuse the situation. “No . . . um . . . you don’t understand. What I meant was, I can’t call him. I don’t have his number.” I heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction. I thought my response was pretty clever and it would keep me out of trouble.
“I have it,” Anna said gleefully. “Give me that thing.” She then grabbed the phone from my hand and began dialing. “Here, I put it on speaker phone. All you have to do is push ‘send’ and you’ll be connected.”
I swallowed hard as I took the phone from her. I looked at her one last time in the hope that this was all a joke. Billy Jameson was unbelievably cute and he knew it too! He was not only the biggest flirt in school but also the biggest gossip. Many girls had their reputations besmirched by this jerk just by associating with him and here I was about to call him and confess that I . . . oh GAWD!
“Wait a minute!” Tracy said interrupting my thoughts. I looked at her hopefully waiting for her to tell me not to do it. Instead, her eyes widened and the smile on her face got bigger. “Before you call, I think you should get warmed up first.”
“Huh?”
“Rub that huge, protruding love-button of yours first and keep on playing with yourself while you talk with him.”
“And remember . . . we can hear everything.” Anna added sadistically.
Could my life GET any worse? Not only did I have to call this guy but I had to finger myself while these two bimbos watched!! I knew what I had to do. I reached down between my legs and gently touched myself. A jolt of electricity shot up my spine. My clit was already so ultra-sensitive from all the excitement I had experienced so far that night. It wouldn’t take much to make me climax. I had to be VERY careful or these two would never let me live it down! My fingers began slowly making circles and I nervously pressed the ‘send’ button. Just then Tracy turned on the dome-light of the car and I was instantly illuminated.
“Just wanted to be sure we didn’t miss anything,” Tracy said slyly.
My Summer Job – Part Eight (Exhib, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: Hooked6 (Copyright2007 by: Hooked6@hotmail.com)
When his phone rang the first time I nearly jumped out of my seat! Then the second ring and then the third . . . I began to think that maybe he wasn’t home and I could dodge this bullet after all.
“Hello?” a groggy voice on the other line answered.
“Um . . . is this Billy Jameson?” I asked with my voice quivering so hard I could barely get the words out. Of course, the two idiots in the front seat could hear every word and were snickering like crazy!
“Who is this?! Don’t you know it is THREE O’CLOCK in the morning?!!”
“Ah . . . yeah . . . um . . . I’m sorry about that.”
“Well, who are you and what the hell do you want?!” He was sure grouchy at this time of the morning, I thought.
Anna whispered forcefully, “Go on. Tell him who you are.”
“You probably don’t know me, but . . . um . . . this is Britney.”
“Britney? Britney who?!” he asked growing rather impatient.
Anna prompted again, “Go on tell him!
“Britney Adams.” Hearing the words finally come out of my mouth caused my clit to begin aching all the more and I was literally leaking onto Tracy’s backseat. It was begging for release! If I kept this up it wouldn’t be long either! I couldn’t believe I was actually talking with this guy while I was fingering myself. I had sunk to a new low.
“OH, I know you! How are you?”
“Um . . . fine.”
With his voice now sounding more lyrical after recognizing my name he said, “Well . . . what can I do for you Britney Adams?”
My heart was now literally pounding out of my chest and I felt weak all over. “I . . . um . . . that is . . . I just wanted to tell you something.”
“Okay, what?”
I just want to . . . to . . . tell you . . . that I think . . .” then my voice sped up so fast that all my words practically ran together, “I-just-want-to-tell-you-that-I-think-of-you-when-I-masturbate.” That last sentence took like a nanosecond to say and I was hoping that he wouldn’t have understood any of it, get mad and hang up thinking I was maybe drunk or something.
There was a bit of a pause then a small chuckle. “YOU DO????? Well now, how very interesting Britney Adams.”
Why-oh-why did he have to keep repeating my full name? It was as if he was trying to commit it to memory or something. “So, Britney Adams, are you playing with yourself now while you are talking to me, hmmmm?” There was no doubt that he was definitely wide-awake now!!
The girls about lost it they were laughing so hysterically when they heard his question. Anna then gave me a threatening look and I knew I had to answer.
“Well, yes . . . I am.”
He then broke out into hilarious laughter. This went on for several minutes before he said, I just love prank calls!” Then without so much as a goodbye – he hung up! He actually hung up!
I was about to orgasm when Anna pulled my hand away. “Not yet, sweetie,” she said with a grin. I could have just killed her. I wanted to cum so desperately.
“What happened?” Tracy asked. “Why did he hang up?” I shrugged my shoulders. I really didn’t have a clue.
“Oh well, that was fun! Wasn’t it Britney?”
“Oh yeah . . . loads of fun!”
Tracy started the car up and turned off the dome light. “Let’s have some more fun, shall we?” Once again, we were back on the road and heading out of town. I had so many feelings running around my mind I didn’t know what to make of them.
We drove for another half an hour while the girls continued to ask me embarrassing questions like, had I ever gone skinny-dipping? Did I ever think about anal sex? Had a boy ever gotten past second base with me? What was my wildest sexual fantasy? You know stuff like that. Of course, no matter what I answered they thought it was ridiculously funny. It’s hard answering questions like that riding around naked in someone’s car hornier than you have ever been before. In a strange way I found myself looking forward to and, at the same time dreading, each question. Answering their questions honestly actually made me a party to my own humiliation. I found that I couldn’t help myself. It was as if my hormones had disengaged my brain! I actually was telling them the honest truth to everything they asked me!
My eyes widened when Tracy pulled into a convenience store. “Why are we stopping?” I asked as fear overtook my arousal.
“Anna and I are going into the store,” Tracy said as she shut off the car. “
“What a relief! For a minute there I thought . . .”
Tracy interrupted me saying, “Then I want you to literally run into the store and ask the clerk where the condoms are.”
“Here’s ten dollars,” Anna added. “If they carry condoms, I want you to buy some and then run back out of the store. We’ll meet you at the car after you leave.”
“But . . . I’ll get arrested for sure! I don’t mind you having fun but I don’t want to go to jail!” I protested.
“Women don’t go to jail for streaking, stupid. Besides, there’s hardly anyone in there.”
“But what’ll I say if the clerk makes a big deal about my being naked?”
“That’s the beauty of it,” Tracy said giggling. “That’s why you have to RUN into the store, like you are in a major hurry. That way if the clerk asks you why you are out naked you can say that you were parked with your lover up the street and just discovered he didn’t have any protection and not wanting to lose the moment you ran in here to get some.”
“He’ll think I’m a total whoring slut!”
“THAT’S the whole idea.” Tracy said laughing as they both got out of the car. “From the way you look and smell it’s like a totally believable story. See you inside!” The girls then walked across the front of the store and went in the door.
From where we were parked, I had no idea how many people might actually be in the store. I couldn’t see in at all. The store might be empty or there may be several people in there to witness me making a complete fool out of myself. It was all so maddening!
I knew what I had to do and it was best to get this over with quickly. After looking around to be sure no cars were coming, I hurried out of the vehicle and, as instructed, ran up to the front door and burst inside. The young man behind the counter was shocked to say the least, partly because of my wild entrance and partly because of my lack of clothing. As he stood there with his mouth open, I blurted out excitedly, “Do you sell condoms?”
“Excuse me?” he asked still somewhat confused.
“Do you sell condoms? I need condoms!! Quickly! I’m in a hurry!” That was the truth as I had no intention of exposing myself one minute longer than necessary.
“Yes, we do,” he said being less than helpful.
“Well???? Where are they???” I asked in a panic. I could hear the girls giggling somewhere behind me. I was glad they were enjoying themselves because when this was all over, I was going to get my revenge.
“Excuse me miss, but why are you naked,” He asked rather seriously?
Great, now I had to tell that stupid story. My face grew flushed and I explained, “Look, my lover and I were parked down the street you know, getting it on, and I discovered he didn’t have any protection. I was desperate so I ran up here to see if I could fix that so we could finish what we started. Now, WHERE ARE YOUR CONDOMS?”
I don’t know if the look on his face said that he felt sorry for me or if he was looking at me with disdain. He shook his head and pointed, “Back there.”
I ran towards the back of the store where he had pointed as he watched my ass running away from him. I then looked frantically among the shelves. There were no condoms there. I looked back at the clerk, raised my arms gesturing that I was giving up. “I don’t see them,” I said hoping he would offer more explicit directions.
“What? I can’t hear you,” the reply came from up front.
Oh, for crying out loud. I wasn’t going to get into a shouting match so I ran back up to the counter and said, “I can’t find them!!!”
“You’re looking in the wrong place. They’re in the restroom.”
“Oh . . .” I said and ran back to the ladies’ restroom. There I found a Kotex machine but no condoms. Just great, this guy was obviously just having fun with me so he could prolong my agony as well as get a better look!! Once again, I ran back to the counter amid laughter from Tracy and Anna. “THEY AREN’T THERE!” I snapped angrily.
Shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what an idiot I was, he said, “Not in the ladies’ restroom, you dummy. Try the men’s room.”
DUH, why couldn’t he have said so in the first place? I dashed once again to the back of the store my less than impressive breasts bouncing awkwardly. I burst in the door and saw a man taking a leak at one of the two urinals in the room. He about pissed on himself when he saw me. He was standing there holding his little thingy and looked at me with eyes so wide I thought they were going to pop out of his head. It was all he could do to keep his stream going into the porcelain urinal. I chuckled a bit at that as now I wasn’t the only person embarrassed. I smiled at him and he quickly looked back towards the wall in front of him. I spied the machine on the wall and sure enough it dispensed condoms! Then my mouth dropped open. The machine said plainly “75 cents each” and there were slots for three quarters. I only had a ten dollar bill!!!! Crap, I had to make another run to the front of the store.
“Excuse me,” I said as I ran back to the counter. I stopped short as I saw he was waiting on another customer. The lady who appeared in her mid-thirties quit talking to the clerk, turned and gave me the stink eye.
Of course, the clerk felt he just HAD to explain as I stood there, “She was down the street making out and the guy didn’t have protection.”
“Damn hookers, they’re ruining this town!” she said as she picked up her beer and left the store.
“Now what?” the clerk asked.
I looked at him with puppy-dog eyes and said sweetly, “Could I trouble you for change? The machine only takes quarters.”
“No.”
His answer surprised me. “No???”
“Look lady this isn’t a bank. If you want change, you’ll have to buy something.”
“Fine,” I said snapping up a pack of gum and handing him the money. He rolled his eyes and gave me my change. Fortunately, he gave me four quarters in with my change. I thanked him and ran back to the men’s room once more. I had just reached the door whereupon I literally ran smack dab into the arms of the gentleman peeing earlier. I had just barely regained my composure when I heard him laughing. Then I felt his hand on my left breast playfully giving it a squeeze! That pervert just copped a feel!!! I wasn’t about to complain given the way I was dressed. I just wanted to get out of there. I pulled my little ole’ self free from his embrace without much trouble and ran inside and retrieved my prize.
On the way back towards the front Tracy and Anna were nearly doubled over with laughter. I waved the condom quite plainly for them to see and ran outside. I had no sooner taken two steps when I heard, “CHIRP, CHIRP!” The lights on Tracy’s car blinked and I heard the sound of the locks clicking shut. I ran to the car anyway and sure enough they were locked!
I spotted another car coming heading for the entrance to the parking lot so I ducked down in front of her car and carefully scooted around the car as the customer’s car approached the parking space near the door. Somehow, I managed to keep Tracy’s car between me and the driver. By now the girls had left the store and I could hear them talking to whomever it was that had just arrived. They were deliberately making small talk keeping me outside and exposed! OOooohhhh, I hated them!!!
My Summer Job – Part Nine (Exhib, Humil, Public Nudity)
BY: Hooked6 (Copyright2007 by: Hooked6@hotmail.com)
My legs were growing tired from squatting down beside the car trying to keep myself hidden. I could only imagine what I must have looked like if someone happened to drive by. I used my arms and bent legs to keep myself as covered as I could just in case some other fool needed a beer at three in the morning!
Finally, the guy went into the store and the girls came back. As they stood there, lording their new found superiority over me for several minutes, I stayed in my crouched position. “Okay you can get up now,” Tracy said as she practically knocked me over trying to open her car door. It didn’t matter though as I only wanted to get back into the safety of her vehicle.
As we drove away, I couldn’t resist asking, “Where are we going now?”
“You’ll see,” was all they would say.
After a while I saw a sign, “Jefferson High School – Home of the Fighting Panthers.” Tracy entered the school grounds and parked near the large sign. “Let’s go,” Anna said as she politely opened my door for me.
They led to the sign to a spot directly in front of the image of the school mascot.
“Ugly, isn’t it?” Tracy said. “You know of course that this particular school is our bitter rival. At least you should still remember that much even if you did drop out last Fall.”
“Yeah, I remember. What of it?”
“I thought it would be neat if you were to piss on their sign.” Tracy said giggling.
“How in the world am I going to do that? I’m not a guy you know?”
“Not our problem,” Anna said smiling. “Best figure something out.”
I tried squatting over the sign but my stream never even made it close to the image of their mascot, which gave great entertainment to my tormentors. I turned around and stood in front of the sign like a guy, spread my lips and let go. I found that if I pulled my skin tight I could indeed control the position of my stream and shortly thereafter I hit the bull’s-eye! The girls laughed themselves silly and then I was startled by a flash going off.
“What in the hell did you just do?!”
“Took your picture . . . I mean, we can’t have such a momentous occasion go by unrecorded can we?” Tracy said laughing. She held up her phone and showed me her handiwork. There I was clear as a bell standing naked with a stream of urine defacing our cross-town rival’s mascot.
“What are you going to do with that?” I asked fearfully.
“Nothing,” Tracy said plainly. “YOU are.”
I scrunched up my face and tried to remain calm. “What do you mean?”
“I want you to think of somebody to send this photo to – anyone you like and then after you do that, I’ll delete the photo.”
“But . . . but you said if I gave you three nights, you’d . . .”
“No, I all I said was that we wouldn’t send your MOM naked pictures of you if you did as we asked. I never said anything about anyone else. Besides, I’M not sending a naked picture of you to anybody, YOU are!”
I was screwed. No matter whom I sent the message to I knew I couldn’t control who that person subsequently forwarded it to. And I was SURE that given the subject of a naked girl pissing on our rival’s mascot it would definitely make the rounds! I had to think, who could I trust?
“Come on, we haven’t got all night, pick someone!” Anna demanded. “I’ll give you two minutes then, if you haven’t decided on someone, I’ll send it on . . . to your MOM!”
Nothing like a little pressure to really screw up your thought processes. I had to pick someone that I could trust, someone who liked me. Fat chance – nobody liked me in school. That was one of the reasons I dropped out! Then it hit me, JESSICA Simmons! I’d send it on to her. I have known her since I was little and she, like me, was fairly quiet and reserved. I was sure I could reason with her.
“Time’s up!” Anna announced.
“Jessica Simmons.” I said hurriedly. “I’ll send it to her.”
“Pretty boring choice but, I did say that it was up to you,” Tracy said as she handed me her phone. I punched in her number and attached the photo. A sinking feeling developed in the pit of my stomach as I watched the advancing blue bar under the words: “Sending Message” on her phone. My heart skipped a beat when the screen finally said: “Message Sent.” It was done!
I watched every move Tracy made after that to be sure that she really did indeed erase that photo. True to her word, she did. My only hope was that Jessica was still sleeping and that she wouldn’t check her messages before I could get to her – well, that and that she would be sympathetic to my plea and erase the photo before looking at it.
The girls forced me back in the car and once again we were off.
“Gee, would you look at the time,” Anna said checking her watch. “I guess we only have time for one more little thing before we call it a night.”
“What time is it?” I asked.
“It’s almost 5 o’clock.”
“OH MY GOSH! It will be light soon and I have to get home before my mom realizes I was out all night!”
Tracy chuckled and said, “Don’t be such a worry-wart. We’ve got plenty of time to do this little stunt, take you back by the office to get your clothes and then drop you off at home.”
I got very silent. I came to the sudden realization that I didn’t have my key with me. I had left it in my skirt pocket at the office. I had never dreamed I would need it since I was riding with Amy. How was I going to get my clothes?!!!
The girls must have sensed my growing anxiety because they asked what was wrong. After explaining my dilemma, they howled all the more. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’m sure you’ll think of something. In the meantime, open that window of yours back there,” Anna instructed.
I did as she asked. We then pulled onto a ramp and headed towards the interstate. Once in traffic Anna turned towards me and said “Okay we have five miles before we reach your exit. Every time we come upon a truck you are to stick your chest out the window and shake those pitiful boobs of yours at the driver. Make it really lewd and seductive.”
I must have really looked worried because Tracy seemed to sense my apprehension. “Who knows we may not even see one before we have to get off,” Tracy added feigning encouragement.
As I looked ahead, there was a large semi-tractor trailer on our right. I reluctantly slid over in my seat and propped myself up. When we were alongside, I stuck my breasts out the window and gave a little twitch back and forth. I couldn’t stand seeing who was looking at me so I closed my eyes as we passed. I jumped so hard when the stupid driver blew his horn that I hit my head on the car roof! I figured Tracy would have matched her speed with the truck prolonging my embarrassment, but she didn’t. We passed him by and I resumed my seat.
Anna turned around again and gave me a stern look. “That was the most pitiful boob shaking I have ever seen. Haven’t you ever seen the program ‘Girls Gone Wild?’ Since you can’t seem to follow directions, the next time you will bend over stick your butt out the window and moon the driver! Got it?”
“Yeah, I got it.” I thought at least I wouldn’t have to look at the person I was flashing and he wouldn’t be able to see my face. True he would see everything else, though!
Another mile passed us by and then I saw four large trucks in a row! Anna was laughing hysterically as I prepared myself. The cold night wind on my naked ass gave me Goosebumps as I hung my butt outside the car. This time Tracy slowed down and matched her speed with each truck giving them a long opportunity to take in my body. The first truck honked. The second trucker yelled something at me that I couldn’t make out but from the tone in his voice I was sure it was something nasty! The third and fourth yelled and whooped it up. The only words I actually heard and understood were, “Nice Ass baby!!” I was so embarrassed I felt like a piece of meat, albeit a horny, wet and totally on the verge of orgasm piece of meat.
Tracy sped up and got ahead of the truckers and got off at my exit. In no time we were parked in front of my house. It was beginning to get light and I didn’t have a clue how I was going to get in the house. My house key was in my skirt along with the office key at work! “Listen guys, you can’t just drop me off dressed like this. My mom will kill me!”
“You’re right,” Tracy said empathetically. “You were a good sport and did everything we asked of you. Here, take off that stupid dog collar and give me those gloves and boots. You’d have a hard time explaining them to your mom anyway. You’d be sure to get into trouble wearing those.”
I gave a big sigh of relief and quickly took them off. They were human after all, I thought.
Anna held out her hand and took each item from me. “Listen, we’ll take good care of these as we know they belong to your company. We’ll give them back to you the next time we get together, along with your overcoat, I promise.” Anna then put my things on the floor between her and Tracy.
“Gee thanks guys. I really appreciate it. Now what’s your plan for getting me inside the house?”
Tracy looked at me with understanding eyes and said, “Okay you’ll have to act quickly. First go ahead and get out of the car and I’ll keep a lookout.” With that she opened her door and leaned out of the vehicle.
“Okay, the coast is clear. Hurry up and get out.”
It was getting even brighter outside so I didn’t have much time and I figured any plan she had was better than what I had thought of, so I quickly got out of the car. “So now what,” I asked through the open back window?
“Now what . . .” Tracy asked coyly? “We drive off and leave you. That’s what. BYE!”
She revved up the engine and took off before I could even react leaving me stark naked on the street in my own neighborhood!!!!
After the shock of my betrayal wore off, I made a mad dash for our screen porch. I quietly snuck onto the porch and slumped down between the rocking chair and porch swing trying to figure out a way out of this mess. I couldn’t even call for help as I didn’t even have a phone! I wouldn’t know who to call anyway without having to answer a lot of stupid questions. I was a goner!
My life was passing before my eyes. Everything had seemed to be going so well and now . . . What was I going to do?? I just curled up into a ball and leaned on the rocker and began to feel sorry for myself.
True, I secretly enjoyed some of the things that had happened that day and as I reflected on some of the highlights like walking across the lobby and recalling the look on that freckle-faced kid when he saw me standing in the office naked I began to get very aroused. I liked being looked at with lust. I had never experienced that before. Before I knew what I was doing my hand found my special place between my legs and I was rubbing myself close to ecstasy!
Just then I heard the front door open and saw my mom walking out onto the porch!!
haha… this was a fun scene. Well done, just the right amount.
Another fun scene. I see you are milking it a little, which is ideal.
Enjoying this a lot. I only had time for one chapter, but I couldn’t stop reading. Aggg…
That was quite the night!
haha…
All the humiliations were top notch! Making her reveal her masturbation fantasy and then act on it in real life was exquisite!