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 ï>¿Beach Bunny - Chapter 1 Fri Aug 12, 2005 16:29 151.197.206.204

   Beach Bunny - Chapter 1.

   "Damn it!"

   The instant the door to her hotel room had closed, Sara realized that
she had left her door key inside.  "How could I be so stupid!" she muttered
to myself as the realization hit.  She was heading out to the beach -
finally - when Tina from the office called with a last minute emergency. 
Some vacation..." she thought to herself as the phone rang for the fifth
time that afternoon.

   Tina's call wasn't completely urgent, but it was enough that Sara had
forgotten that she'd tossed her key onto the bed while she explained how to
solve the problem.  "I guess if I want to get paid like I'm the most
important person at the company, I might expect to deal with the
responsibilities." she thought.

   "Well, it could be worse." Sara giggled as she considered all of those
cliche TV commercials where the guest got locked out naked.  Not that she
wasn't far from being naked herself.  Her micro-mini white bikini left
little to the imagination.  But then again, she's been working out for more
then six months making sure her 29 year old body was in great shape for her
first real vacation since college.  She remembered Spring Break and how
pretty all the girls were - including herself - and didn't want to stand
out in the crowd.  She certainly didn't want to miss out on any of the fun.
And what better way to do that than to be as pretty as all the college
girls here on Spring Break.

   OK, so the bikini wasn't exactly the kind of thing she'd normally wear
in public.  She'd spent too much time climbing to the top of her IT
Department to risk losing face with any of her co-workers - especially her
bosses.  The last she'd need is to be perceived as a slut.  So many of her
bosses had made passes at her.  So many had been blatantly sexist.  If she
had wanted to, she could have brought harassment charges against any number
of them.  But she used her coyness to gain an advantage at the office. 
Though she'd never admit it openly, she knew her looks had a lot to do with
her rapid advancement.

   She was in the Bahamas.  It was early May.  There would be tons of
college students here.  She assumed that if she had the body, she'd blend
in just fine.  Heck, maybe even a couple of the hotter guys might come on
to her.  Now THAT might make this a vacation to remember.

   She giggled at the thought, then remembered her predicament.  "Well,
Sara", she thought to herself.  "You wanted to parade around here almost
naked, and now's your chance."

   She took a deep breath, and began to make her way down the balcony
towards the stairs.  It wouldn't take her long to get to the lobby and get
her room unlocked.  As she walked past the other rooms, she gazed out at
the pool and ocean, taking in the wonderful view.  Her room was on the
third floor overlooking the huge pool.  It had a wonderful view of the
beach, too.  It had cost her a bundle for the prime room during peak
season, but she had decided long ago that she deserved to splurge a bit for
herself.  She'd earned it.  Her hand guided her along the wrought iron
railing as she enjoyed a feeling of blissful relaxation.

   Rip!

   Her heart stopped when she heard the sound.  One of the strings on her
bikini bottom had snagged on a burr on the railing and ripped completely
off!  The front triangle of the micro-mini had sprung back between her legs
and before she had stopped moving, her forward momentum had ripped the
other string off as well.  She stood there, stunned for a moment.  Her
bikini was so small, that it took just an instant for it to completely free
itself from her body.  It hung limply on the railing, a torn mess of
strings and swimsuit material.

   In a wave of panic, she realized that she was bottomless on a very
public balcony at a VERY public Bahamas resort.  Somebody was bound to see
her - and probably sooner rather than later.  She grabbed at the fabric and
managed to tear it some more when she tugged on it.  "Just great!" she
muttered to herself.

   It was then that she hear the door behind her begin to open...



   Beach Bunny - Chapter 2.

   Sara's hands went straight to her crotch as she clutched the thin strips
of fabric in a weak attempt to obscure her sudden exhibition.  With
apprehension, she turned around, just in time to see two college-aged girls
stepping out onto the balcony.  The first girl wore a look of puzzled
surprise.  She appeared to not understand why a strange woman was standing
outside their room, wearing what she thought was next to nothing.

   "If only she knew how close to the truth she was," thought Sara.

   The second girl's expression wasn't one of confusion, though.  She
looked up and down Sara with a look of bitterness in her face.

   "Well, what have we here, Tracie?" the second girl said, a mocking tone
in her voice.  "It would seem as though the show is starting early
tonight."

   "I'm sorry," stammered Sara.  "I - I just had a bit of an acci-"

   "Oh, stuff it already," interrupted the second girl.  "We know why
you're here.  You're the stripper the guys had called for last night.  I
thought they'd given you our room number instead of theirs, the stupid
jerks."

   "Oh." Tracie's expression switched to one of cold bemusement.  "I
should've realized from that impossibly tiny bikini she's wearing.  I'd
forgotten about them calling." As she said this, her eyes traced down
Sara's body.  "But, I'm confused about something Cindy...  Why is she
already bottomless?"

   "Oh my, indeed she is," quipped Cindy.  "I guess she wasn't going to
wait for the party to get started at all.  No sense giving the boys a
tease, now is there?"

   "No, no.  You don't understand.  I'm not a stripper.  I'm an IT
Professional!" Why Sara chose to stand here and argue instead of run is
something she'll wonder about for the rest of her days.

   "Oh, like hell!" retorted Tracie.  And with that, she lunged for the
tiny strings of the bottom that Sara was clutching.  Instinctively, Sara
bent down and tried to remain covered while pulling herself away in order
to save what little dignity she had left.  Cindy took the cue and jumped in
as well, grabbing Sara's arms and forcing her towards Tracie's groping,
clawing fingers.  There was another tearing sound as the bottom ripped in
half.

   "What are you doing!" shouted Sara, completely surprised by the reaction
of the strangers.

   "We're showing you what we think of sluts like you," responded Cindy,
still holding onto Sara by the shoulders.  "Those guys didn't want anything
to do with us once we told them we weren't interested in a wet tee shirt
contest or strip poker.  I'm so sick and tired of guys treating us like
that, and it's sluts like you who keep it that way!"

   Tracie grabbed one of Sara's hands, and pulled it towards the railing.
Using the thin straps of cloth, she tied Sara's wrist to the warm metal,
wrapping the string several times around Sara's wrist.

   "Better keep it down, slut, or you might get lots of attention from the
hotel personnel," Tracie intoned.

   Not that the warning really mattered - Sara was speechless.  "How could
this be happening to me?" she wondered.  In her panic, she lost her
concentration on the other strip of fabric and in a moment, her other wrist
was bound.  Her own micro bikini bottom now tied her to the railing.

   "Now, what do you suppose we should do with our little display-slut?"
quipped Cindy.

   "Ooo!  I know!  " said Tracie, a look of excitement in her eyes.  "Let's
call the guys and see if they want a *real* show tonight!"





   Beach Bunny - Chapter 3. Thu Aug 18, 2005 16:11 151.197.206.204

   Beach Bunny - Chapter 3.

   "No, please don't call anybody else!" It took no time at all for Sara to
start pleading.  But, considering her current situation, she had little
else she could do.  "Listen, I'm not who you think I am.  Honest!  I'm just
here on vacation for a week."

   "Oh, right.  The 'IT' professional," smirked Cindy.  "I'll bet she can't
even spell IT!" She joked to Tracie.

   "Sure, but with that little bikini, who would really care what she could
spell?" Tracie laughed derisively at their captive.  "I'll just go call the
guys and see if we can convince them to come on up."

   "NO!" Sara wasn't about to let this go any further.  "You'd better let
me go now or else-"

   "Or else what?" Cindy replied.  "You'll scream?  You'll call for help?
Go right ahead.  The minute you open your mouth we'll be gone and you'll
have a lot of explaining to do.  Especially to the crowd of people down at
the pool at this very moment.  And you still won't have any cover."

   Sara froze when she heard those words.  Were there people looking up at
her right now?  How silly she must look to anyone who would happen to
glance up there.  The railing offered little protection from any prying
eyes.

   "Please, just let me go." Sara was begging now.

   "Not so fast," replied Tracie.  "How about we get a picture or two for
the scrapbook, eh, Cindy?"

   "Great idea!" Cindy hurried back to the room and returned with a digital
camera.

   "Smile!" giggled Cindy as she aimed and took a couple of pictures.  Sara
tried to cover herself, but found that the best she could do was bend over
slightly and keep her legs tight together.  But she knew those efforts were
useless.  Now some strange girls had pictures of her with only half a
bikini on - and if anything it was the wrong half at that.

   "Please, stop." Sara was struggling hard, but the binds were too tight.

   Cindy stopped for a moment.  "Tracie, how about we get a full frontal,
too?"

   "No, please...  haven't you got enough already?" said Sara.

   Tracie grinned and reached behind Sara's neck to untie the string of her
top.  Sara swung her head in a desperate attempt to stop Tracie, but to no
avail.  With a slight tug, Sara felt her bikini top flip down and hang
below her breasts.  Tracie yanked, and Sara was completely naked.

   "Aw, aren't they just too cute," mocked Tracie.  "I think mine were
bigger when I was 13!" The two captors laughed as Cindy began snapping off
more pictures.

   Sara was very aware of her nudity - she'd never been naked in public
before.  It was easily the most humiliating thing she could think of, and
there were pictures as well.  She was sure that the pictures would end up
all over the Internet.  How she would ever live this down at the office she
didn't know.

   After a few more straight-on shots, Cindy moved to the side and snapped
a few more.  Then, she knelt down and took a few aiming straight up at
Sara's crotch.  Sara was painfully aware of how exposed she was.  She had
gotten a Brazilian Wax for the first time in her life just for this trip
(the bikini really left her no choice).

   Sara guessed that Cindy had taken around 20 pictures before she stopped.
She popped the memory card out and handed it to Tracie.  "Here, Tracie. 
Why don't you take this in and email it to my home."

   Sara's reaction to this was immediate.  She struggled even harder to
break free.  She was sure she was pretty red in the face from the
humiliation, but she could feel herself go a few shades darker with
frustration.

   While Tracie was busy emailing the incriminating photos, Cindy
approached Sara.  "Now listen up, display-slut.  We'll give you back your
bikini - or what's left of it anyway - but only after you've done a few
things for us.  It's obvious from this outfit that you wanted to show off
to everybody else, so we're going to let you.  Do exactly as we say and
you'll get your suit back again, OK?"

   "But what about the pictures?" Sara's angry tone spoke volumes about how
she felt.

   "Well, let's consider those insurance.  If you don't do what we say,
I'll make sure the whole world gets to see you.  Which would you prefer,
showing to a few people here, or to the billions surfing the web?"

   "And if I agree?"

   Tracie crossed her arms.  "It's simple, slut.  You get your suit back.
We keep the pictures either way.  It's up to you whether or not anybody
else sees them."

   Sara looked at Cindy and tried to think of a way out of this.  Who knew
what the girls would make her do?  But then again, if it turned out to be
just some streaking or flashing, she could probably handle it.  She'd never
see any of these people again anyway.  What harm could it really do?  Heck,
she might even enjoy it.

   What was she thinking?  Of course she wouldn't enjoy it!  This is
blackmail!  But what choice did she have.  She had to believe Cindy would
follow through on her threat.  She had no choice but to hope she'd also
follow through with her promise.

   Sara bowed her head.  "Ok," she muttered in a barely audible whisper.

   "What's that, slut?" Cindy mockingly cupped her hand behind her ear.  "I
didn't quite catch that."

   Sara looked up.  "Fine," she said, more loudly.  "I'll do what you want
as long as you promise to give me my suit back and not spread those
pictures around."

   "That's a good little display-slut." Cindy was grinning from ear to ear.

   (To be continued...)