Quit While You’re Ahead (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation,)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
“Remember, act like you don’t know me,” Jessica reminded me. “Don’t be looking at me or anything. I don’t want anyone to know that we are together.” With that my friend hurried on ahead leaving me alone with this Officer once again.
“No talking to me either,” The Deputy said as she put on her inscrutable business-like expression. I meekly nodded my head as Barbara began in earnest taking me out in public away from the relative seclusion of that corridor.
“What the . . .” a college-aged girl said in obvious surprise as she spotted me shortly after we entered the mall.
“OH MY GOSH!” another woman said as she pointed me out to her friends. “Do you see that? She’s naked!” I glanced over in her direction and several young men and women were gawking at me giggling.
Enough time had elapsed that all of the people that saw me earlier in my underwear and assumed that a Candid Camera TV show was being filmed had long since gone. To these new shoppers I must have appeared exactly as I looked like – a common criminal caught by the law streaking the mall. For some reason that reality made me horny as hell. I decided that I needed to focus on the experience not the shame. Every time I saw someone looking at me, I felt myself edging closer and closer to a spontaneous orgasm. This was so intense!
I heard murmuring coming from every possible direction as we walked along. It was clear I was THE topic of discussion for the day.
“Need any help, Officer,” a man asked as he came walking up next to us looking me over.
“No thanks. Everything’s under control,” Barbara replied while still looking straight head.
Another man came up to join this fellow who was still walking alongside of us and asked, “So, what she do anyway?”
Barbara ignored his query and kept walking towards the down escalator.
“What’s with the bits of paper?” the first man asked giggling.
“You’ll have to ask her,” the Deputy replied scanning the mall making sure of my safety.
“So, what’s with your outfit, honey? You needed a new outfit and they didn’t have a sale at Bloomingdale’s and that’s all you could afford?” The other gentleman joined the first in laughing at me.
Mercifully we reached the escalator and there was just enough room that Barbara and I could get on together standing side-by-side – she on my right. The guys got on immediately behind us and followed us down. I heard one of them whisper to the other, “Check out that ass of hers. Is that hot or what?”
“Smokin!” his friend replied. His comment was both humiliating and arousing. Humiliating in that I now knew EXACTLY what he and his friend were looking at and arousing in that they actually found my ass appealing. I liked that! I usually don’t go around showing my naked hinny to guys so I’ve always wondered what they might make of it. Now I knew.
Barbara turned around and firmly said, “Watch your mouths gentlemen. We’re in a civilized mall here.”
“Oh, sorry,” One of the guys sheepishly replied while trying to stifle a giggle.
As I looked down the escalator stairs towards the first floor, I could see all sorts of people milling around – WAY more shoppers than had been on the second floor of the mall where we had been. It was so exciting seeing them going about their business down below not realizing that a practically naked girl was heading right for them. The thought that at any minute I was going to be spotted by this large group of people was so intense, so exciting that I could barely stand it! I was also scared to death and wanted like anything to be able to run back up those moving stairs and hide somewhere!
We were about half way to the bottom when a woman spotted me at the foot of the escalator. She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks – so suddenly in fact that another woman carrying multiple shopping bags ran right into her from behind practically knocking her down. By way of explanation the first lady simply pointed right at me and the second lady’s mouth dropped completely open in shock as she gawked at me.
I quickly realized that from their vantage point below me anyone could see easily see my exposed vagina by the way I was standing and I instinctively tried to press my thighs together to block their view.
Other shoppers noticed that lady pointing up the escalator and began to get curious as they too stopped to check things out. Now there were dozens of people all looking at me on our unstoppable journey to the first floor. “Can’t this thing go any faster?” I screamed in my head out of frustration.
The lower we went the more people I could see. Damn, there were literally hundreds of people shopping now – way, way more than I had thought earlier. My legs began to get weaker by the minute. I was also getting wetter and wetter. I could feel it as I clamped my legs together. As I increased the pressure keeping my thighs tightly closed, the sensations on my throbbing clitoris increased and made me even wetter and, much to my embarrassment, I could also feel that sensitive love button budding out begging for someone to touch it! Thank heavens for that small bit of paper hiding my shame!
When we reached the bottom and were about to get off the moving stairs Barbara began waving her arm in front of her, “Make way . . . clear out . . . coming through,” she said in a commanding tone as the crowd below began separating creating a path for us to exit.
Things began to get intense as we starting walking out towards the main part of the first floor towards Macy’s. No longer were people subtly giggling. They were all laughing heartily – guffawing all over themselves.
“Serves her right,” an old lady in a scooter chair said as she looked at me disapprovingly, “The little tramp.”
A really cute coed came running up to me all smiles and asked, “Is this some type of Sorority Initiation gone wrong? What house are you pledging?”
Another coed asked, “What’s up with the paper? Am I supposed to peel one off and see if I won a prize? I might like getting a prize from you, sweetie.” Everyone laughed at her comment and I began perspiring a bit as I was so overwhelmed with emotion and erotic sensations. We continued to walk along the main Aisle for some distance, Barbara seemingly indifferent to my condition.
Just then I heard some woman shout out, “Hey, Barbara, wait up!” I looked over and saw another uniformed Deputy heading in our direction. Oh crap, this can’t be good!
“What’s up?” she asked as she got closer. “What have you got there?”
Barbara stopped and began chatting with her colleague. “Just some college kid streaking the mall; nothing I can’t handle.” The second Deputy began looking me up and down smiling and then the two of them began chatting away about work and what shifts they were working the next week all the while forcing me to stand exposed, virtually naked except for my “Post-It” notes and the handcuffs binding my wrists behind me in front of an ever-increasing crowd of people.
Shoppers of all ages were ogling me, pointing at various parts of me. I’d have given anything to hear what they were saying to each other. But then again, maybe I didn’t really want to know. I was hoping that no one recognized me. That thought made me panic and I began scanning around looking for people that I might know. “Nope, nope, no one familiar so far,” I said to myself as I moved my head from left to right; so far so good. “Come on, Barbara, let’s go already,” I shouted in my mind.
Then I spotted her! Standing just a little to my left and a bit behind me looking at my naked ass was my arch nemesis, Rebecca! I couldn’t stand that girl! Becky was one of those people that just loved to pick on me. When we were in high school, we were always so competitive. I’d give a date a kiss; she’d brag that hers got to second base. I’d wear a short trendy T-shirt and she’d go to school without a bra. If there was ANYONE I didn’t want to see me like this it was Becky! Why did it have to be her?
When she realized that it was me standing there in handcuffs her face practically beamed with excitement. She squealed, “Ashley, is that you?” As if she didn’t already know! She then pushed her way through a couple of people until she was standing right next to me. “Well, well, well,” she whispered snidely. “What do we have here?”
“Shut up,” I whispered hatefully and tried to look away.
“Nice butt,” she teased as she secretively began running her finger up and down my crack sending shivers up my spine.
She just giggled as the two Officers continued talking amongst themselves oblivious to what was going on around them. It was as if they hadn’t seen each other in years. Come on people, you work together for Pete’s sakes! It’s not like you haven’t seen each other for ages.
Becky whispered in my ear, “Nice outfit. Mind if I borrow it sometime . . . like now.”
Then without any warning she snatched the “Post-It” note from my left breast and crumpled it up in her hand exposing my already swollen nipple to the crowd!
I gasped deeply at the sudden brazenness of this hateful bitch. What was she doing? Was she out of her mind?! “Barbara!” I cried out in a panic trying to get her attention but she just snapped back in an irritated voice, “Hush,” and continued talking to her colleague without so much as turning her head to see what was going on.
Becky just laughed. So did the crowd but with all the commotion and laughing that had been going on previously surrounding my presence nothing seemed obviously amiss.
Then I felt Becky putting her arm around my shoulder casually resting her hand on my right breast her fingers just inches from the little piece of paper covering my remaining boob. She playfully flicked it a couple of times with her finger and ran circles around my paper-covered nipple whispering, “Like that Cutie-pie?”
“NO!” I whispered in a panic. Was she crazy? She wouldn’t dare!
She did. Playfully she slowly and quite teasingly peeled the “Post-It” note off my right breast and secretively crumpled it up in her hand as she had done with the other one before removing her hand from around my shoulder. I was now topless in front of a VERY appreciative crowd!
I was about to cry when I saw Jess out in the crowd and she was smiling giving me an eager “thumbs up.” The bitch was SMILING?! She was like totally into this. Had she put Becky up to this, I wondered? I mean without my knowledge she had arranged for Barbara to arrive on the scene and then to strip me earlier maybe she had arranged all this with Becky too? At that point I wouldn’t have put it past her and she was obviously in full approval of what was happening. I just had to look at her face to see that she was ever so pleased.
Knowing that she was happy calmed me down and, if that is what she had planned, then I was just going to let whatever was supposed to happen, happen. I wanted this after all; but why BECKY? Of all people! What was she thinking?
Becky squeezed my butt and whispered. “I just LOVE your top. Can I have the Bottom, too?”
Before I could respond or even turn away, she ripped the last remaining piece of paper from my pelvis leaving me totally, completely naked as the crowd applauded their approval!
I let out a shrill, very loud squeal and tried to bend over to shield myself from the crowd. Barbara felt me trying to pull away and hearing my shout simply said, “Alright, alright. Simmer down. We’re going already.” She then said to her friend, “I’d best be on my way. Lots to do tonight before I can go home.”
Quit While You’re Ahead (Blackmail, ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation,)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Once again, we started walking only this time people began following us! I was no longer the isolated curiosity that I had been on the second floor in my underwear or when I made my sudden appearance wearing “Post-It” notes. No, this time I was completely and utterly NAKED with no way of covering myself due to the handcuffs holding my wrists behind my back.
“Excuse us . . . make way up ahead. You there, move over to your left . . .” Barbara called out waving her free arm like she was directing traffic at a motor vehicle accident on the highway. The worst part of it all was that she hadn’t even noticed that I was now naked! She had apparently missed the entire fiasco of my “Post-It” stripping. To her credit she WAS however acting in my best interest scanning the crowd, making sure I was safe so I guess that WAS her first priority.
“Officer Hollingsworth,” I impatiently cried out hoping that she had heard me above the crowd. With all the catcalls and whistling going on I was amazed I could even hear myself at times.
“OFFICER HOLLINGSWORTH!” I exclaimed one more time. Still no response; she was still very much occupied taking me through the ever-increasing crowd.
Finally, she stopped and looked over at me and grinned. “What happened to your outfit?” she asked giggling. “Did you take it off, you naughty thing?”
“NO, I didn’t take it off,” I snapped back sarcastically but before I could say anything more, Becky spoke up, “No, those little paper thingy’s just fell off back there.”
Barbara simply laughed all the more and said, “Well, I told Jess those would never work.”
“But . . . That’s not what . . .”
The Deputy interrupted my protest and said, “Doesn’t matter. There’s nothing I can do about it now, anyway. I also just realized that I’m going the wrong way. I was headed for the Macys exit but that’s where your car is. I have to get to my patrol car and that’s on the opposite end of the mall. In fact, it was right below where we started from.” She was grinning evilly from ear to ear now and it was clear she was obviously having fun at my expense.
“WHAT?” I exclaimed angrily “You made me walk all this way for nothing?”
“Haven’t you ever heard of a Perp Walk, sweetie? Consider yourself lucky this wasn’t a real one.”
“Where are you taking her?” Becky asked all innocently. “Is she going to jail to be somebody’s plaything?”
“I’m taking her home.” Barbara said all official like. Becky tugged at my hair and said, “Home, eh?” I didn’t like the look on her face one little bit. There’s no telling what she was going to say to people she knew about this. To think, if we had just taken the direct route to her patrol car none of this would have happened. I was mentally cussing Barbara out for purposely putting me through this when I once again spotted Jess and began to think that this might have been all her doing. Maybe Becky was acting at her direction too and I really had nothing to worry about on that score. I had no idea but that thought made me feel better about everything. I mean why else would Becky be here at just the right moment if she hadn’t known in advance?
It was then I began to notice how much people seemed to enjoy seeing me. The looks on their faces really added to my arousal. Some were smiling, many gave me “two thumbs up” as if I was some kind of hero and many shouted niceties about my body like, “AWESOME TITS” or “NICE ASS” – you know. those things that under normal circumstances a girl would consider vulgar or crude. Somehow though, they all sounded very positive ,to me at the moment. I was so wound up, all I wanted to do was get alone somewhere and get myself off.
“I’ll follow you home, Ashley. I’m sure your mom will want to talk with me. I can explain EVERYTHING to her.” Becky said with an evil grin. This wasn’t going to end well. I could feel it in my bones.
Then I had a worse thought. My mom was hosting my younger sister’s 18th birthday party tonight and unlike me, my sister was incredibly popular in high school. I was sure all the “A-list” girls would be there along with just about every male athlete at her school, most of which I knew.
I could see it now with her answering the door expecting to greet yet another popular guest only to find Officer Hollingsworth holding her naked, handcuffed older sister.
I could just hear her now, “MOM! You’re not going to believe this but . . .”
I should have quit while I was ahead.
The End. *(Comments always appreciated.)