Quit While You’re Ahead 5-7

Quit While You’re Ahead (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation,)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)

 

Chapter 5

 

Once again, she came home and never broached the subject of my little forced underwear jaunt around the neighborhood. I couldn’t take it anymore. I must have been ovulating because I was horny as hell and her dare was all that I could think about lately.

 

“Jess . . .” I casually said as we ate our salads for dinner, “I want to ask you something.”

 

“Sure, go ahead,” she replied not even looking up at me as she eagerly shoveled a rather large forkful of her bourbon grilled salmon salad into her ever so cute and delicate mouth.

 

It was now or never. I just had to find the right words so as not to sound stupid. I had rehearsed what I was going to say over and over in my mind for the last two days but somehow when it came down to finally saying what I had practiced, the words seemed to vanish from my mind. “Well, it’s about the other night . . .”

 

Jess put down her fork and seemed to be doing her best not to laugh at me, “Yeah? What about it?”

 

I swallowed hard and continued, “Well, you know when you dared me to take a walk with you in my underwear the other night, well . . .”

 

“Oh THAT, don’t worry, I’ll never do that again. I’m sure you’re worried about me messing with you every day or making you feel bad. Don’t give it another thought. Your fantasies are your own. I’m not going to make fun of you for them. I’m cool with it. Besides we are best buds, right? Pass the Salad dressing would you, Ash?”

 

“How could she say that,” I practically screamed in my head. “Um, listen, I get that but I had such a great time I was wondering if . . .”

 

Without letting me even finish me sentence she interrupted me and said flatly, “No.”

 

“NO? No, what? I haven’t even finished my thought yet.”

 

“You were going to ask me if I’d dare you to do something again, right? Well, the answer is no. Not interested.”

 

All the air in my sails came spilling out and I was as deflated as I had ever been. I just looked at her as she continued to polish off her meal. “But . . .” I persisted.

 

“No.”

 

“But . . . why? I don’t understand.”

 

She put her fork down on the table and studied my face again. “Well, if you really want to know I don’t think you really want this. Besides, if I said yes, we’d end up playing around for a bit and then at some point I’d dare you to do something and you’d eventually refuse or think I was trying to make you mad and one or the other of us will get our feelings hurt and our relationship is much too important to me to chance messing it up over something so silly. That’s why.”

 

How was I supposed to respond to that I wondered?  “I wouldn’t do that, honest!”

 

Jess started giggling, “Oh, no? You mean you’ve thought this through and you’d let me dare you to do anything and you’d follow through with it no matter how hard or embarrassing it might be?” She then raised her hand and began wagging her finger in front of my face as she continued, “Think very carefully before answering. I don’t want you to write a check your body can’t cash.”

 

I scrunched up my eyebrows as I tried to understand where she was coming from. “Well, of course I’ll let you dare me anything. I trust you so I’m sure you’d keep things within reason.”

 

“Not good enough.”

 

“Huh? What do you mean not good enough?”

 

“I mean that if I’m going to go out of my way to play this game of yours, I need to get something out of it too. I mean YOU’RE the one who will be having her fantasies fulfilled. What do I get out of it?”

 

I was shocked at her attitude – even if she WAS smiling at me. I thought friends did things for each other.

 

“I can’t pay you if that’s what you mean.” I replied flippantly. “I thought you’d do it because you and I were close and that you’d like to make me happy.”

 

“Don’t you realize how selfish you sound? Of course, I like doing things for you but I have fantasies too, ya know.”

My jaw dropped open at her revelation. I guess I had been so wrapped up in my own desires I didn’t even consider the fact that she might have hidden desires of her own. “Um, what sort of fantasies?” I asked carefully not really sure that I should even be asking such a personal question.  “I mean if you want me to dare you to do stuff, I can do that.”

 

“No, that’s YOUR fantasy,” she said sounding a bit put out.

 

“Well, whatever it is, count me in. Like I said before, close friends do things for each other. You help me with mine and I’ll help you with yours.”

 

“I’m not sure you’d want to do that which is why I think we’d both be better off leaving things be as they are.”

 

I chuckled, “What . . . don’t tell me you’re one of those wierdos that like hurting people, making them suffer or something.”

 

“Well, as a matter of fact I am . . . in a manner of speaking anyway.”

 

My jaw dropped again as I pushed myself away from the table. “What do you mean?”

 

“Well, my sexy little roommate of mine, I like controlling people, making them do whatever I want – especially making them do embarrassing or humiliating things. The riskier the better, making them do things that they would NEVER really do by themselves; pushing them well past their limits; things that might have a certain element of risk or pain – not physical pain per se but certainly having the potential to cause them emotional stress.”

 

“You mean like the other night when you stepped away from me exposing me to that crowd.”

 

“Yes, that’s it, but more. I want to be in total control. I want you to absolutely agree that if we start this, you’ll do anything I dare you to do whether you like my idea or not.”

 

“But you wouldn’t really make me . . .”

 

“Stop right there. You’re setting limits. Part of the excitement for BOTH of us is that you’ll never really know what I’ll dare you to do. If you go drawing up a list of what you’ll do and what you won’t do, this won’t really fulfill either of our fantasies. You know I care for you very much but that doesn’t mean I can’t really be a bitch sometimes just because I want to.  You’ll have to agree to that. I know what you like and I’ll certainly not be selfish in my approach to our little game but you’ll have to commit to my way of doing things. Agreed?”

 

Talk about signing a blank check! I was shocked. This certainly wasn’t turning out the way I could have EVER imagined. I also realized something else too. My panties were totally soaked. Her words were getting me so worked up I could have let her take me right there on the dining room table.

 

I sat there silently as I pondered the ramifications of her desires.  In the end I just nodded my head in agreement.  (That’s another small decision that I should have thought better of if you guys are keeping track of them.)

 

My roommate smiled. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s put this to the test. Tomorrow is your regular afternoon off, right?”

 

I nodded. I always tried to take Wednesday afternoon’s off to make up for the rather late hours I kept during the week and for the occasional Saturday morning’s that I had to work.

 

“Good. I’ll pick you up at the shop. I’ll give you a dare to do, something that I think will make both of us happy.  It’ll definitely push you beyond your comfort level and might be a little risky but I think you’ll enjoy it.  If you go through with it and still want to play, I’ll have my answer.”

 

My heart was pounding as I squeaked out a simple. “Okay.”

 

 

Quit While You’re Ahead (ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation, Bondage)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)

 

Chapter 6

 

I could hardly keep my mind on my work the next day knowing that Jess was going to dare me to do something that I was certain involved some exposure and risk.

 

1 o’clock came around faster than it had ever done before and all too soon I spotted Jess pulling up to the curb out front.  I bid my coworkers goodbye and hurried out the door and into my friend’s vehicle and off we went.

 

“Where are we going?” I asked nervously.

 

She just laughed and replied simply, “You’ll see. Are you nervous?”

 

I nodded my head and looked at the floor. Just her question and the playful tone in which she asked it got my heartrate up.

 

“Good, you should be. I’m glad I’m not the one that’s going to do this.”

 

I gasped and looked at my friend who was clearly enjoying herself. Her eyes were glistening and I couldn’t help noticing she really looked fantastic in her outfit – a short white sundress that I swear she wasn’t wearing anything underneath!  That put my hormones into hyper-drive and my brain lost most of its ability to think rationally. I suspect she wore that outfit on purpose just for that very reason.

 

I wanted to ask her what she was going to make me do but I realized that part of HER fun was being in control so I just let her assume that role. (I TOLD you I wasn’t thinking rationally anymore!)

 

All was fine as long as we were just driving along. About a half an hour later we pulled off the main road and into the parking lot of our favorite mall. I began to get a real uneasy feeling about all of this and was starting to have second thoughts. I couldn’t get naked in the mall! I wasn’t that brave – or that crazy! All the wind seemed to rush from my sails leaving me feeling sad.

 

She found a parking space and beckoned me out of the car.  Once inside we walked around the various storefronts as she did some serious window shopping. All she talked about was how expensive everything seemed to be. I began to wonder if she was just having me on – doing this on purpose- prolonging things just to stress me out without really making me do anything here at all. That would be just like her and would certainly go along with her control fantasy. Or maybe she just wanted my senses on high alert for whatever she planned later on someplace else. Or . . . perhaps she was going to make me do some little “innocent” exposure here in the mall while trying on some dresses or something. That wouldn’t be so bad I thought. I could do that, or least I thought I could anyway. Nope, apparently that wasn’t the case though as we never went anywhere near a clothing store.

 

For a Wednesday, the mall was really quite crowded. There were also a lot of young people milling about for some reason, more than I thought there would be given it was the middle of the day during the week. As we walked around window shopping, I found myself slowly beginning to enjoy our little outing. If I wasn’t so concerned about whatever Jess was planning this might have been a perfect way to spend an afternoon. We don’t get out together like this very often. As it was, however, I was on edge and deep down inside my stomach was turning summersaults. The uncertainly of it all was maddening!

 

“Let’s head up to the second floor,” she announced as she nonchalantly guided me towards the escalator. Once on the second floor she walked on a bit looking at a few more storefronts before telling me that she had to use the Ladies’ room and headed down a small barren, brick-lined corridor to the lavatory facilities.  I decided to make use of them as well as since I was a bundle of nerves my bladder was filling quite rapidly.

 

Once we were through and she was primping herself in the mirror, she calmly announced, “Ash, I dare you to walk back to our car wearing just your underwear.”

 

Talk about having your heart skip a few beats, “WHAT?! Seriously?”

 

She gave me an incredulous look – no make that a look of disappointment as if she somehow hadn’t expected me to protest.
I swallowed hard and softly replied with my voice trembling, “Let me get this straight, you want me to take off all my clothes and walk out of here in just my bra and panties, in front of all those people milling about; down the escalator, through the mall about 400 yards or more – by the way, did I mention that the mall just so happens to be packed with hundreds of people?  Then you want me to walk out the entrance that we came into; out into the parking lot, in broad daylight no less, to where we parked our car; by myself . . . in just my underwear. Is that right?”

 

I was certain that in repeating out loud my understanding of what she just dared me to do she’d realize just how absurd her dare was.

 

“No, silly,” she said laughing.

 

“Oh, thank goodness!” I sighed with relief. “For a moment there I thought you were serious.”

 

“Of course, I didn’t mean you have to wear just your bra and panties.”

 

“Whew! I knew that I had misunderstood you!”

 

Jess just grinned from ear to ear, “You can also wear the sandals you have on too.”

 

“JESS!!”

 

“Make up your mind. You’re either into this or you aren’t. I warned you that I’d test you today, didn’t I?  Well, here is your test. All you have to do is walk out here pretending like you’re dressed perfectly normal. Imagine yourself as some kind of lingerie model or something for Victoria’s Secret and you were taking a bathroom break. Just act perfectly normal and walk on like you own the place. You won’t be obscene – you’ll be covered, well the important bits anyway. It’s not like you’ll be totally naked though there’s an interesting thought!”

 

“JESS!!”

 

“Sure, hundreds of people will see you in your underwear, so what?”

 

“But why are you making me do this here in such a public place?  I mean the other day when you made me walk around in my underwear it was dark and pretty secluded.”

 

“That’s the point. I want you to do this in a place where you are guaranteed to be seen. Don’t tell me that when those people up the street saw you that fateful night that you weren’t turned on by it all.”

 

She had a point. Being exposed hiding behind her like I had been was the highlight of that night!

 

“Besides,” she added, “I’m doing this because I want to. That should be a good enough reason for you. So, are you in or out?”

 

She stood there twirling her hair in that flirty way that she often does while leaning forward from the counter just enough so that I could see down the top of her sundress revealing that she was indeed not wearing a bra. Damn her! She knows what her teasing does to me!

 

“I’m in,” said as I reluctantly pulled off my T-shirt over my head and handed it to her. I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them off as well before I changed my mind. Seeing myself in the lavatory mirror I realized one thing. I wasn’t thinking too well when I had gotten dressed that morning because I chose a white bra and plain looking red cotton panties. Model for Victoria’s Secret indeed! Why couldn’t I have chosen sexier undergarments? At least that way I could have used the model explanation if any customer complained.  As it was, I clearly looked like I was wearing a plain old bra and panties. I couldn’t even hope that people might think I was wearing a bikini either. What I had on looked exactly like what they were – a BRA and pair of PANTIES!

 

Jess was giggling almost uncontrollably now.  “You look terrified! I LOVE IT!”

 

What a bitch, I thought to myself. She was relishing my discomfort!

 

“This is how I want you to do this,” she said rather firmly. “I’m going out and get ahead of you so I can watch everything as you walk towards me. I want you to wait at least FIVE minutes before you leave this restroom. You are to WALK at all times. If you run, you fail this test and we will never do anything like this again – not to mention how disappointed I’ll be in you. At no time will you acknowledge me. Do NOT look at me or even call out to me no matter what. I want to you act as if you are completely alone – that I’m just another customer in the mall. Got it?”

 

I nodded.

 

“I’ll be off. You do remember where we parked, right?”

 

“Yes, outside the Macy’s entrance to the mall.”

 

“Have fun!” she quipped and left chuckling leaving me alone and quite scared. Did I mention I was also quite aroused?

 

Quit While You’re Ahead (ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation, Bondage, COPS)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)

 

Chapter 7

 

I stood there looking at myself in the mirror. I didn’t have a watch as I use my smartphone for keeping track of the time and I didn’t have that with me as it was in the pocket of my jeans and Jess now had those. I guessed at when I was to leave. In any event I wasn’t in a hurry.

 

Suddenly I heard voices approaching from outside in the corridor, women’s voices so I knew they were headed my way. I HAD to leave. The last thing I wanted to do was to get caught up close and personal dressed like this. I’d feel cornered and trapped in such a confined space

 

I took a deep breath, glanced at myself in the mirror one last time, ran my fingers quickly through my hair a bit and opened the door and walked out. The first thing I heard was a sudden gasp! I looked up and saw three college aged girls looking at me in somewhat disbelief.

 

“COOL!” finally one of them said as the others giggled covering their mouths.

 

Just seeing them looking at me made me get all the wetter and I worried that I was going to develop a visible wet spot that would be easily noticed against the red color of my cotton panties. The fact that they didn’t say anything rude or do anything to stop me was just the incentive I needed to keep going. Of course, I was still in the somewhat isolated corridor that led to the restrooms. The real test would be out in the mall.

 

The girls just stood their giggling and watching me as I passed them by and headed towards the main area of the mall. I could see people wandering to and fro up ahead and so far, no one had noticed me.

 

As I rounded the corner and actually made my way towards the escalator several yards up ahead, I heard a little boy ask almost at the top of his voice as kids his age often do, “Mommy, mommy, why is that girl in her underwear?” I quickly glanced around and saw the boy pointing his finger right at me. Then I noticed that his mother shot me a dirty look as she grabbed his hand and turned him around and headed in another direction.

 

NOW I wanted to crawl under a rock and die!!  I tried to recall the advice Jess had given me earlier – to pretend that I was supposed to be dressed this way and act confident. I took another deep breath pulled my shoulders back and marched on. Of course, this had the effect of jutting my boobs out away from my body drawing ever more attention to them so I quickly exhaled and tried to walk normally.

 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jess grinning from ear to ear. She was also holding up her cell phone obviously recording the whole thing for her enjoyment later, the rat! I did my best to ignore her but the more I tried to look away the more I wanted to look back at her! Somehow seeing that she was enjoying this made me feel warm and loved inside.

 

As I walked on most of the people in the mall came to a stop and, well, just stared. It was clear I was THE center of attention and I loved it!  It was embarrassing as hell and after seeing Jess with her phone I just knew that this was going to be plastered everywhere – Facebook, amateur porn websites, people’s personal blogs, Instagram. There would be no mistaking that it was me as my face was not disguised in the least and the lighting in this mall in the middle of the afternoon was good enough to capture my panty-clad form perfectly. No hiding in the shadows today.

 

That fact sent shivers up my spine!!  It also gave me that funny tingling down below that I relished so very much.

 

I was a confused mess to be sure.

 

No one approached me or tried to stop me. I had gone over 100 yards so far and other than the dirty look I got from that mom everyone seemed just to be content with enjoying the show.

 

Just then a woman came running up to me obviously thrilled at her good fortune seeing me this way. Giggling she said, “Excuse me, but why are you doing this?”

 

She was quite pretty and the fact that she was so professionally dressed in her skirt and blouse made me feel so much more exposed and out of place than I had felt before she approached me.

 

I knew I had to say something but going with the Victoria Secret line seemed out of place given my rather unimpressive underwear. Saying that this was a dare seemed equally sophomoric. Hormones make you say and do some pretty stupid things so before I knew it, I found myself saying, “A kid threw up on me back there and I wasn’t about to go home with that all over me so I just tossed the foul clothing in the trash and I’m trying to get to my car!”  Of course, after I said that, it seemed to me to be quite impressive.

 

At first the lady looked rather empathic to my plight then her face broke into a HUGE smile and she practically yelled, “Yeah, SURE. Is this one of those hidden camera reality shows? I’m on TV, right?”

 

I shook my head and was about to correct her when she yelled, “HEY EVERYBODY, THEIR SHOOTING A HIDDEN CAMERA REALITY SHOW. WE’RE ALL GOING TO BE ON TV!!”

 

“No, you’ve got it all wrong,” I protested but to no avail. People came flocking over to me like bees to a pretty flower asking all sorts of questions like, “What’s your name? What show is this for? When will it be on TV? Can I help?”

 

The crowds kept getting bigger and closer and soon I felt people brushing up against me – in places they shouldn’t be touching! I couldn’t tell if the contact was accidental or deliberate but my intimate places were getting touched quite often as people gathered around. I was getting so aroused I was barely able to contain myself. I’ve never been in a big crowd in just my bra and panties before.

 

“Please, let me pass. I need to go . . . please everybody, move out of my way!”

 

No one was listening to me.  Finally, I got an idea. “Look, if everyone would form a single line against the wall over there the hidden camera will be able to see you clearly. Everyone please just move back against the wall or we will have to stop shooting and do this project somewhere else!”

 

I then heard several people repeating my instructions and a couple of guys began herding the crowd away from me. I guess if you just tell people what they want to hear they’re more likely to do want you want.

 

Once the crowd started moving away from me; I saw the down escalator just up ahead. If I could just make it to those stairs I’d be on my way. They couldn’t encircle me on that thing! The worst they could do was to follow me but at least I’d be able to move!

 

It was now or never I thought and I started walking. No one seemed to notice at first as they were all so busy trying to get lined up to get seen on my fake hidden camera.

 

I was about 4 steps from the escalator when I heard some woman from behind me shout, “STOP!”

 

Someone finally noticed that I was sneaking off. I had to get on those stairs before they started coming after me. I took another rather quick step forward and suddenly felt someone grabbing my arm rather forcefully. “LET GO OF ME!” I demanded.

“I’ll do no such thing!” the authoritative voice said. “You’re coming with me.”

 

“Like hell I am,” I snapped and tried to break free of this idiot’s grasp but my arm was held fast and all I did was strain my own muscles.

 

“I whirled about to see who this maniac was and I saw a woman in a Deputy Sherriff’s uniform – not a mall cop or one of those old men in rent-a-cop uniforms but a real bona fide law enforcement officer and she had a death grip on my arm.

 

I looked up at her face to plead with her to let me go and then a light bulb went off . . . “YOU!  It’s YOU! You’re a cop??” I exclaimed in disbelief.  It was my customer from the beauty shop – the same woman who saw my embarrassing streak in my neighborhood many nights ago.

 

I was so screwed!