Quit While You’re Ahead (D))

Quit While You’re Ahead
By: Hooked6

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Quit While You’re Ahead – Part 1, (ENF, Reluctant Public Nudity, Humiliation, COPS handcuffs, Long)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)

 

Author’s Note: ReaderMan encouraged me to post some of my older stories that have been lost over the years as many story sites and archives like IO’s have disappeared. Hopefully this will be new to some of you.

 

(Synopsis: A young, shy woman starts playing mild power games with her roommate in public and things go downhill from there.   Story starts slow and builds to a climax. No pun intended.)

 

Chapter 1

 

“Life is made up of choices. I believe life is just a series of decisions we make, and depending on our choice, must live with the result of that decision.”   James Van Praagh

 

“Success or failure is not based solely on one major decision we make but rather on a series of seemingly small and inconsequential decisions that build upon each other until a climax is reached.”  Hooked6

 

Where in the hell were these guys a couple of months ago when my life changed forever? If I had read these quotes back then I might not have repeatedly embarrassed myself in front of half the town I live in!!

 

Have any of you ever had that dream where you wake up naked in front of your classmates at school or find yourself naked at work and in a panic wondered how you got that way? Well, for me that wasn’t a dream.  It really happened and I think I now understand why. Did I have one of those “Gee, I shouldn’t have done that” moments?” No, like that Hooked guy said above, I think I made a bunch of little decisions, any one of which if I didn’t choose it the way I did might have kept me from being where I am today – naked and embarrassed in front a hundred total strangers, family members and my closest of friends and there is nothing I can do about it!

 

I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Ashley and although I am young and rather cute – okay, I’m Hot as Hell so eat your heart out ya’ll.  I’m not what you would call outgoing. I’m really kind of shy and somewhat conservative in how I live. I DO, however, love to live vicariously through some of the great stories about taking risks being naked in public that I have found on the Internet and at story sites like Nficstoryboard.com. I wish I was as brave and as confident as some of those characters in my favorite stories. The truth is I am not. I have a good reputation, a good job and try to live my life so that I can hold my head high no matter what comes my way.

 

Deep down though I wonder what it would really be like to be completely naked somewhere in public or get caught without a stitch on by a complete stranger. It sounds kind of fun and I admit I get off on imagining that I am one of those lucky girls who can be naked in public without getting in trouble or having to deal with any negative consequences like having my picture plastered all over the Internet with guys all over the country doing “gawd-knows-what” while looking at my photos.  Oh, I know there are legitimate ways to do this like being a life model in a professional art class but that seems so . . . well . . . sterile and unimaginative – almost like being half-naked in your gynecologist’s office. Where’s the fun in that? It’s the RISK, the “naughty factor,” that makes this all the more appealing to me, not just the nudity.  I could always become a naturist I suppose but being naked in front of a bunch of other naked people isn’t the subject of my fantasies. Rather, it’s being naked where you’re not supposed to be which seems like a thrill I just HAVE to experience, if only in my mind.

 

Therein lies my problem. I’m a coward at heart. I WANT to do this but I’m not really brave enough to actually go through with it in real life. I’d have to be crazy to risk everything just to pursue a fantasy, right?  So, I just content myself with living my dream via all the great stories I’ve read like those of Molly McCann, Katie Lynch, Seahawk, Blzr, ReaderMan and BPClavel, oh and did I mention Molly McCann? She really understands me I think and I don’t even know her!

 

Well, temptation is a terrible thing. It nags and torments you until you begin to see possibilities that really aren’t there. It maximizes the pleasure you might receive while deceiving you that you are taking little or no risks at all.  It was all I could do to keep things under control.

 

I live with my girlfriend, Jessica. I moved out of my home into one several houses down from my mom after getting a real job as a Hair Stylist after getting out of high school and completing a cosmetology program. I love what I do and have started building up a good clientele. I have a good reputation and things are currently going well for me. There are 5 other girls I work with at my Beauty Salon. Anyway, as soon as I found myself earning some decent cash the possibility of living on my own became a priority for me but, alas, my dream seemed ever so elusive as everything is so darned expensive these days. That’s when my friend, Jessica, said we should move in together as with both of our incomes we could probably afford a place to ourselves. We’ve always been close so this was an easy decision.

 

Things went along really well until one day I came home from work and found Jessica siting on the couch smiling at me in a weird sort of way – like a Cheshire cat that just got away with stealing all the cream.

 

“What are you up to?” I finally asked dying to know what was going on.

 

“Oh . . . nothing,” she said playfully as she skimmed through the pages of her favorite magazine. “I’m just thinking of something amusing.”

 

I plopped down beside her and stared at her as she ignored me doing her best to pretend to be interested in some article in front of her. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “I know you, Jess. Come on . . . give it up. Did you win the lottery or something?”

 

She smiled all the more but her eyes never left the page. “Oh . . . something like that, I guess.”

 

I playfully grabbed the magazine from her hands and tossed it across the room as she giggled uncontrollably.  “You rat,” I said pouncing on her. “You better tell me or I’ll tickle you until you piss your panties.” With that I started tickling her belly and her neck simultaneously then rapidly moving around to anywhere that seemed like a sensitive place.

 

We were both laughing now and she wiggled and squirmed beneath me but she continued to refuse to say anything more than musically singing, “I know something you don’t know.” I increased my efforts and soon she was begging me to stop.  I knew I had her in my power now.

 

“Go on, tell me. How much did you win?”

 

“NOTHING!” she said playfully while laughing so hard she could hardly breathe.

 

“You’d better tell me or . . .”

 

“STOP, please,” she begged as my hand found its way between her legs. “I’ll tell, but you’ll be sorry!”

 

After a little more persuasive tickling and teasing I stopped and looked her in her eyes, which had teared up from laughing so hard. “Alright, give!” I demanded with a smile on my face.

 

She took a moment to catch her breath and finally spoke still gasping for air. “Like I said, I know something but you won’t like it. Are you SURE you really want to know?”

 

“That does it,” I snapped and shoved my hands under her shirt as if I was going to resume my tormenting. My fingers soon found her boobs and I resumed teasing her unmercifully.

 

Jessica put her hands up in self-defense and cried in a panic, “I know what you like!”

 

“Huh?  Of COURSE, you know what I like; you’re my best friend. We always go shopping together. We watch the same movies; we have the same taste in . . .”

 

“No, I mean I know what you like to read . . . what you fantasize about.”

 

My mind went numb and I sat up in a daze. How could she know? I was so careful and secretive. Sure, we share a life together in the same house but how could she . . .  She didn’t mean . . . Did she?

 

After letting her revelation sink in, Jessica got that playful look in her eyes and continued, “So you like to think about being naked in a public place, eh? Maybe being forced a bit?”

 

“No way!”

 

“Yes, you do. I saw your browser history when I had to borrow your laptop to send an email to my mom as my phone’s battery had died.”

 

“You . . . you borrowed my computer? You went snooping around my personal stuff? How could you?”

 

“It’s no big deal,” she replied matter-of-factly as if violating someone’s privacy was perfectly acceptable. “Everyone does it.”

 

“EVERYONE GOES SNOOPING AROUND OTHER PEOPLE’S STUFF WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION?!”   I was really getting worried now as my mind raced trying to think of what all she might have seen. Maybe she didn’t really know as much as she was letting on.

 

“No,” Jessica explained, “I mean that everybody has fantasies. It’s perfectly natural, right? So, you like to imagine being made to get naked in public. I think it’s cute. So have you ever . . .”

 

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” I quickly snapped back before she could complete her thought.

 

Jessica giggled playfully. “You HAVE, haven’t you, you naughty girl!”

 

I got off the couch in a huff and sat down on the chair across the room and crossed my arms in front of me and pouted. “I’m NOT talking to you. I’m really upset with you.”

 

 

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

Chapter 2

 

“Oh, stop being such a baby. So I checked out a few links on your laptop. So what? I thought some of those stories were pretty cool.”

 

She knew!!

 

It was my turn to pretend to ignore her this time. It wasn’t long before she knelt down in front of me and, putting her hand softly on my leg, carefully continued, “Did you ever think that maybe I could help?”

 

“You’ve got it all wrong,” I said defensively. “You just don’t understand. You’re jumping to conclusions that aren’t there.”

 

“Come on Ash, this is me you’re talking to – your BFF, remember? I understand. I really do. I’m not judging you. I’m sorry if I borrowed your stuff without asking but finding your browser history was an accident. I wasn’t deliberately snooping. Honest.”

 

I just sat there trying to think of what to say next. Looking at her kneeling there in front of me looking all pretty and playful made it hard to stay mad at her. Still, I didn’t want her knowing my intimate secrets. Some things should just stay private, right? If I admitted she was right about me, our friendship would be changed forever. I HAD to think of how best to handle this.  One thing was sure; we were much too close of friends for me to get away with lying to her. She’d know right off and THAT would make me look really stupid.  But I didn’t want her to think less of me either. Gosh I feel so cheap right now.

 

“Come on,” she finally said, “Let’s forget all about this and go out and grab something to eat. I’m starved. If you want to talk later, we can.  What do you say?”

 

I was hungry and it had been a long day. “Okay; sounds good.”

 

“That’s my girl. Why don’t you go and put on something less . . .”

 

“Oh, very funny; I thought you weren’t going to bring it up any more, you big fat liar.”

 

“I meant go and put on something less work-like. Get comfortable and let your hair down.”

 

“Oh . . . sorry,” I said realizing I was being waaaay to touchy about this whole thing.

 

Dinner went well and true to her word nothing more was said about her discovery. In short, we had a really nice time.

Later that night we were watching our favorite show and things were beginning to seem like normal when Jess suddenly turned off the TV and looked at me with a funny expression on her face.

 

“Hey, I was watching that!”

 

“Let’s go for a walk before we turn in for the night. I think it will do us both a world of good.”

 

“Are you nuts? It’s almost one o’clock in the morning!”

 

Jess leaned over close to me and began playfully twirling my hair and persisted, “Oh please . . . I really want to get some fresh air and I don’t want to go out this late by myself. We won’t be gone long, I promise.” She then gave me her trademark puppy-dog eyes that I found almost impossible to refuse.

 

“Fine,” I finally sighed, “but I have to work tomorrow so this had better be quick. In my profession I need my beauty sleep, you know.”  She saw my wry smile and I think she knew that I wasn’t upset with her any more.

 

Upon hearing my answer, she enthusiastically got up and almost raced to the door waiting for me to follow her.

 

When I had joined her at the door and was about to open it, she grabbed my hand and said those fateful words, “I dare you to walk with me in just your bra and panties.”

 

My heart literally skipped a beat; then another; then I swear it almost stopped working altogether!  “Are you out of your fricking mind?”

“Why not; it’s warm out. It’s late . . . it’s dark . . . nobody is going to see you. Here’s your chance to see what it feels like only it’s safer as you won’t be indecent and best of all I’m with you,” she giggled, “just for protection you know . . . not because I want to see you in your underwear,” she added with a laugh, “That would be gross.”

 

“I would not be gross.”

 

“Oh yeah? Do it then and I’ll be the judge if it’s gross or not.”

 

My heart found its life again and began pounding away as my mind pondered her suggestion. It would be kind of . . . risky, daring and naughty – hell; I knew I wanted to do it. My body got that tingly feeling all over and I felt that little man in the canoe spring out down below signaling it was ready for adventure!

 

This was all happening so fast. Here was my best friend literally telling me she was okay with my desires and seemed to be helping me . . . no make that encouraging me to take that first step. You have no idea how that felt to have someone I admired and cared about give me her support. It was as if she had my back somehow – IF I wanted to pursue this.

 

But did I really WANT to pursue this? I was at a crossroads in my life. I was confused. I heard that little voice in my head rapidly firing off a million reasons why this was insane. I could hear Forrest Gump saying over and over, “Stupid is as stupid does.”

 

But then another more insistent voice chimed in saying reassuring things like “it’s not like you’re naked and who’s to know? You’ll be wearing more than what most people wear to the beach. Besides in the dark it will probably look like jogging attire. Go on, this is your chance! You might not get another!”

 

I was brought back to reality when Jess spoke up, “Well, are you taking my dare or not?”

 

I wanted to ask, “Why are you doing this to me?” but all that actually came out of my mouth was a meek and barely audible, “yes.” That was my first little decision that I regret making. There were others as you’ll see.

 

A HUGE smile broke out across her face and I swear I noticed her eyes glistening like she was looking at a beautifully wrapped package someone had just given her for her birthday! It was as if my answer had awakened a side of her that she didn’t know she had. I began to get cold chills wondering if I had made the right decision.

 

“Well, come on,” she said impatiently, “are you doing this or not? Get those clothes off and let’s go!”

 

I just stood there looking at her for a moment and then, reluctantly and ever so slowly, I reached for the bottom of my T-shirt and began fiddling with the hem at the bottom. If I pulled this over my head now there would be no going back. I was like stuck in slow motion and my mind was blank or something.

 

“Oh for Pete’s sakes,” she sighed and suddenly grabbed the waistband of my shorts and before I knew what was happening, she had them unbuttoned and I felt her giddy fingers unzipping them. In a flash they were at my feet. “Go on, step out of them,” she said with an authoritative voice.  All too quickly I found myself standing in front of her in my underwear!

 

She looked me over approvingly saying. “You were right. It’s not gross,” and quickly opened the door and shoved me outside before I could change my mind.

 

“JESS! The porchlight. Shut it off!” I screamed, much too loudly as it happened. I swear she had done that on purpose! The result was that I knew I was now totally illuminated in the surrounding darkness. Anyone looking could tell I was parading about in just my bra and panties, the porchlight made that extremely clear.

 

She just laughed, grabbed my hand and we were off!

 

Once we reached the sidewalk, I felt a little better as I felt a bit concealed in the shadows. She headed down the sidewalk in the direction of my mom’s house as if she hadn’t a care in the world.

 

My body was alive with excitement! The feelings I was having were too intense to describe. Even though I was decently covered I was outside in my underthings – something that a decent person – a professional person like me – shouldn’t be doing. It was wrong and it felt naughty. How would I explain what I was doing if I got caught by one of my neighbors?  THIS was the exact feeling I had been searching for in my fantasies! It was almost overwhelming for me and I felt myself getting moist down below.  I think my roommate could tell as she had this knowing smile on her face as if she KNEW what this was doing to me.

 

She tightened her grip on my arm and she picked up her pace. I wasn’t sure if she did that because she was feeling the excitement of what we were doing or if she was trying to make sure I didn’t suddenly run back to the safety of our home.

 

She must have realized what I was thinking because she playfully smacked my butt and said, “Don’t even THINK about it. The house is locked and I’ve already hidden the key. You’ll never find it.”

 

“What; When?”

 

She giggled excitedly and said coyly, “After we got home from dinner. I knew you were going to do this. I just knew it! Isn’t this fun?”

 

“You mean you PLANNED all of this?”

 

She laughed all the more and replied, “Let’s just say I was prepared just in case.”

 

She then started walking even faster. I began to panic as we passed my mom’s house. The lights were on in her bedroom. All I could think of was how much trouble I’d be in if she just happened to look out her window and saw her favorite daughter walking around the neighborhood dressed like I was. My sister, Angela, was the wild one of the family. I was mom’s pride and joy. She always said how proud of me she was that I had made something of myself. She was so thrilled when I announced that I had gotten a place of my own that she went around telling everyone of my accomplishments. “Ashley not only graduated school, got a good job and she’s now living in her own home!”