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 ï>¿Blackmail Ch.  01-02 by ladyellenÂ(C) Mary looked at the 10 x 8 glossy
prints as she waited for the phone to ring.  It showed her in great detail
leaning over the desk of Bob Levant, the financial director of Burtondales.
Her blouse was open and her bra pulled up over her large exposed breasts,
which at the time were been handled by Bob who was also clearly deeply
embedded in her from the rear.

   The picture had arrived in the internal post that morning.  With it was
a letter stating that the picture and other copies would be distributed
around the company if she did not follow the instructions that would be
phoned to her later that day.  She had immediately rang Bob and he came to
her office.  Like Mary, he too was horrified when he saw the picture.

   "Who the hell took this," he burst out when he looked at it.

   Mary shook her head.  "How am I supposed to know that?  It's taken in
your office," she retorted.

   "If this gets out, were both for the chop.  You know how BJ feels about
relationships in the workplace." He tossed the print back on Mary's desk.

   "I wonder what he is going to ask for?" Mary said.  "If it's blackmail,
I can't afford to pay."

   Bob shrugged.  "You'll have to let me know and we maybe can sort
something out."

   For the rest of the day it had been hard for Mary to concentrate on her
work, and she was glad when the majority of the staff left.  She had been
told to wait in the office for the call, and before she went, she had asked
Fran, her secretary, to go and fetch her some food from the cafeteria.  She
nibbled on the sandwich looking constantly at the phone.  It was 8pm when
at last the phone rang.

   "Hello, Mary." It was a man's voice that she did not recognize.

   "I guess you got the picture; nice and clear, wasn't it?  I've several
others; maybe you would like to see them."

   "What do you want?  I don't have much money."

   "It's not money I want, Mary.  It's you I want."

   "Me?" Mary inquired.

   "Yes, you.  You are a very attractive woman.  I don't want a lot from
you,just a few small requests.  Do as I ask and soon it will be all over.
But you must do exactly as I ask: one mistake, one refusal, and I will send
the prints to BJ."

   "You wouldn't!  I would be finished here if you did."

   "I know.  That's why I said what I did.  Just follow my instructions to
the letter and everything will be okay.  I'm sure that's what Bob will tell
you to do because his job's on the line as well."

   Mary sat and thought for a moment.  "Okay," she said at last, "what is
it you want me to do?"

   "That's what I wanted to hear." The voice at the other end of the phone
was lighter now.

   "Just one little instruction before we start.  On your way home tonight,
I want you to call in at Wal-Mart and get yourself a new mobile phone with
a Blue Tooth earpiece.  When I call tomorrow, I want you to give me the
number, and in the future we will use that.  Okay?"

   Mary told him that she understood.

   "Right.  I'm glad we understand each other, Mary.  Now for this
evening's task-- it looks as though everyone has left your office."

   Mary suddenly looked around.  Obviously, whoever it was on the phone
could see her.

   "No, you can't see me," the voice said, "but I can see you very clearly,
and I do like the blue suit.  As always, you look very smart in that." Mary
felt uncomfortable knowing that someone unseen was watching her.  Was it a
member of the staff?  Was she being stalked?

   "What is it you want from me?" She spoke into the phone.

   "Not much, just a little fun," the voice said.  "Tonight I just want to
see you follow instructions.  Now to start with, I want you to put the
phone on speaker.  You will need your hands free."

   Mary pressed the speaker button on the phone and replaced the receiver.
Now the voice seemed louder.  "You can still hear me, but I may not be able
to hear you so well, so just nod or shake your head.  Can you hear me
clearly?"

   Mary nodded her head.

   "Very good," the voice said.  "Now get up and walk towards the window."
Mary did as requested.

   "That's very good.  Keep that up and things will go along fine.  Now
move the small chair on your right and place it behind you."

   Again Mary did as requested, wondering where all this was leading.  She
stood in front of the chair looking out at the almost darkened windows of
the office blocks.  Across the courtyard, some lights were still on, and
she could see cleaners working in some of the other offices.  Was the voice
out there watching her?  Was he in one of the offices across the courtyard?


   "Right, Mary.  We'll get started.  First of all, I want you to remove
all your clothes."

   She didn't move.  She just stood looking at the darkened window.

   "Did you hear me?  I said remove all your clothes!"

   She nodded nervously, but still didn't move.

   "Now, Mary, don't spoil things before we even get started.  I have the
pictures here.  All I have to do is post them, and you and Bob -"well,
neither of you might not be able to get another job without a reference."

   Mary knew it was hopeless.  She either had to follow his instructions or
take the consequences, and she didn't want to lose her job.  She guessed
Bob would feel the same.  So she knew she had to submit herself to some
perverted stranger's warped desires.  She felt almost traumatized as she
moved her hands up and began unbuttoning her jacket.  She slipped it off
and laid it over the back of the chair.  She did the same with her blouse,
and then slipped out of her skirt.  It felt strange standing in front of
the window of her office in just her underwear.  She didn't know who might
be out there watching.  There were hundreds of windows; any number of
people could be out there.  She shuddered at the thought.

   "Very nice," the voice from the speaker phone said.  "Victoria's
Secret?"

   Mary nodded.  She now felt ashamed and humiliated.

   "Right.  Let's get down to the interesting bit.  Although your undie's
are very pretty, you will now have to take them off as well."

   Mary stared at the darkened window.  She could see her reflection in it,
standing there in just her brief underwear and her hold ups.  She noted
that some more of the lights had gone off across the court yard and there
was now no sign of the cleaners, but still she knew anyone could be out
there watching.

   Reluctantly she moved her hands up to the clasp of her bra.  She flicked
it undone, and then peeled off the bra.  She felt her nipples stiffen as
the coolness of the air conditioning hit them.  She dropped the bra on top
of her other discarded clothes, and then she hooked her fingers in the
waist band of her briefs and slowly slid them over her hips.  She stooped
to retrieve them as they fell down around her ankles.  She stood up and saw
again her reflection in the darkened glass.  Her naked body stared back at
her.

   "You have a wonderful body," the voice said.  It was lower this time. 
"I have seen it before, but not in such detail.  Bob obstructed the view
last time, and you didn't remove all your clothes.  I like you better
completely naked."

   Mary shivered slightly and she felt her nipples harden.  Her body was
reacting; the pervert was having an effect on her.  She couldn't believe
it.

   "Turn around slowly for me." The voice broke her out of her trance.

   Again she did as instructed, and finished facing the window again.

   "Delightful!  We are going to have fun, you and me.  Now sit down on the
chair."

   Mary sat down.  The leather of the seat was cool on her bare flesh.  She
shivered again and sat there waiting.  What was going to happen next?"

   "Right, Mary.  Now I want you to lean back on the chair and open your
legs wide.  I want to be able to see every detail of what lies between
them." Now she really felt mortified.  Just how far was he taking this? 
Hadn't he done enough making her strip naked in front of God knows how many
pairs of eyes that might be out there?  But again, reluctantly, she
complied with his wishes.

   "Nice pussy.  I'm pleased to see you keep it neatly trimmed; don't like
to see them hidden."

   She sat there with her legs wide apart staring at her reflection.

   "Now for the exciting bit, Mary," the voice spoke again.  "I want you to
make yourself cum for me, and I want the real thing--no faking; just use
your fingers."

   She couldn't believe what he was asking her to do--play with herself in
front of the window.  She was about to scream.  "No, I won't." But then she
thought of the consequences.  She knew she would have to comply.

   Her hands moved down between her legs.  She eased the pussy lips apart
and was not surprised to feel them wet.  She slid one finger into the warm
wet interior and moved it slowly around.  Her thumb located the hard nub of
her clit and pressed it gently making herself groan.  Then while slipping
another finger inside, she proceeded to finger fuck herself, rotating her
clit with her thumb while her fingers slid in and out of her wet pussy.

   Although she was feeling a little worked up by what she had been asked
to do, she wondered if she could actually bring herself off under the
circumstances, but it was not too long before she felt her body responding.
She closed her eyes; it was bad enough doing it with out watching herself.
She felt the pleasure welling up inside her.  She was hot and horny with
the exertion, and then she came, groaning and gasping deep breaths.  She
slumped back in the chair breathing heavily; the speaker phone was now
silent.

   A few moments went by.  "You did that very well." The voice now seemed a
little strained.  "You can dress when you are ready.  Don't forget what I
said about the Blue Tooth.  I will call you tomorrow." There was a click as
the caller replaced the receiver and she heard the sound of the dialing
tone.

   Mary eased herself up off the chair.  The red leather was wet with her
juices.  She would have to clean that before she left.  She picked up her
discarded clothes and made her way to the ladies wash room where she
cleaned herself up before redressing.  She returned to the office, cleaned
the chair, and straightened things before she left.  She drove home
reflecting on what she had done.  How far were things going to have to go?
What more was there in store for her?  She followed his instructions and
called at Wall-mart, buying a phone with Blue Tooth.

   The helpful guy even set it up for her ready to use.  Back at home, she
had a restless night and was still tired when she woke.  After a shower and
breakfast, she made her way back to the office.

   Around ten her phone rang.  Was it her caller?  She was relieved when
she discovered it was Bob.  "Can I come over and see you?  I think we need
to talk."

   "I'm free at the moment."

   "I'll be there in five."

   Minutes later there was a knock on the door and Bob came in.  He had a
large brown envelope in his hands.

   "I guess he rang last night?" Bob said.

   Mary nodded.

   "He's not after money is he?"

   She shook her head.  "No, not at the moment." She wondered if should she
tell him what went on.

   He placed the envelope in front of her.  Mary opened it and slid out a
series of 10 x 8 prints.  She gasped.  They showed her undressing.  They
were crystal clear and showed every detail.  When she got to the last one,
she began to feel faint.  "My God, how could he?" she exclaimed.

   Bob shook his head.  "I'm glad for our sake you went along with him
although it must have been awful for you to do those things."

   Mary looked at him.  "What more could I do?"

   "I don't know," said Bob, shaking his head.  "Is he calling again?"

   Mary nodded.  "He said he'd call later today."

   "I know it's not very nice for you, but you will just have to humor him.
Hopefully he will soon tire of his little game."

   Mary was unsure and Bob did not sound too hopeful.

   "If there is anything I can do to help, you know you only have to call."

   She nodded.

   "Keep me informed." He smiled at her as he left the office.

   It was mid afternoon before she received the call she was dreading. 
"You have the mobile?" the voice said.  She told him she had and gave him
the number

   "It was fun last night, wasn't it?"

   She did not reply.

   "Did Bob like the pictures?  The details were very good."

   She still didn't reply.

   "Hope you are not sulking.  I want you to enjoy your little adventure
with me."

   "Okay," Mary said at last, "let's get it over with.  What do you want
now?"

   "Nothing at the moment, dear girl, but be in the Botanical Gardens by
the Peter Pan statue at eight tonight and I will contact you.  Bye for now,
Mary." And with that, the phone went dead.

   She checked 1741 but found the call had come from a public phone box. 
She shrugged.  Guess we will have to see what tonight brings, she thought
to herself.

   Well thats Part 1 and I hope you found it interesting, poor Mary isint
she in a mess, but you dont have to wait because as a special treat.  I
have included Part 2 as well.  so enjoy.



   Blackmail Part 2

   The rest of the day passed slowly for Mary.  She found it hard to
concentrate on her work.  She kept looking at the window where her
tormentor had made her strip and perform.

   Looking across the courtyard to where the other blocks of offices faced
hers, she wondered if he were still somewhere in there watching her.  She
had worked out from the direction the photographs were taken that he was
certainly located somewhere opposite.

   It was a last 5pm and time to leave.  There seemed no point in going
home only to come out again.  Maybe she should eat out and then a stroll
around the shops; anything to get her mind away from what lies ahead.  By
the time she made it to the car park to pick up her car, she was feeling a
little more relaxed.  She had drunk a half bottle of wine with her meal.

   The sun had just gone down and the sky was just beginning to darken as
she pulled into the car park at the Botanical Gardens.  A few cars were
still parked there.  Was his car one of them she wondered?  She locked up
the car, slipped the Blue tooth earpiece into place, and made her way into
the Gardens.

   As she made her way towards the rose garden where the Peter Pan statue
was located, she only passed three people: a young couple walking slowly
arm in arm staring into each others eyes and an elderly man walking a large
Golden Labrador which came ambling toward her and sniffed at her held out
hand.

   The dog's owner smiled.  "He's a devil for a pretty face." He grinned as
he walked past.

   The rose garden was deserted, and in the warm evening the sweet smell of
the roses filled the air.  Mary glanced at her watch.  It was just before
eight.  She walked towards the bronze statue.  Was he close by watching her
she wondered?  She shivered slightly.  She jumped as the earpiece came to
life ringing in her ear.  She pressed it on.

   "Good evening, Mary.  Glad to see you are on time."

   She didn't answer, but looked around her.  There were plenty of places
where someone could hide themselves; he could be anywhere.

   "I enjoyed our little game last night.  I hope you got something out of
it as well."

   She still didn't reply, just wanting him to get on with it.

   "Tonight I thought we would take things a little further--nothing too
serious--so I want you to undress."

   Mary looked around, startled.  "What?  Here?" she exclaimed.  "Anybody
could come."

   When he replied, she could tell he was amused.  "That's all part of the
fun.  Now just do as you are told."

   It had been bad enough undressing in the privacy of her own office, but
this was different; this was in an open public place where anyone could
walk by.

   "I'm sorry.  I really can't, not here." She spoke quietly into the ear
piece.

   "Don't be difficult, Mary.  You know what I said about any refusal and I
will have no option but to forward the pictures.  And don't forget I have
others now.  What would BJ and the other board members think of your little
display last night?"

   Mary knew there was no point in arguing.  She was in a bind and getting
deeper into it every day.  Resignedly she looked around, and with trembling
fingers, began to unbutton her jacket.  When she had removed it, she held
it in her hand wondering what to do with it.

   "Just hang it on Peter," the voice in her ear said.

   She hooked the jacket on Peter's outstretched bronze hand.  Then she
began to unbutton her blouse, still looking around her expecting to see
someone appear at any moment.  With the blouse off, she unclipped her skirt
and eased it down over her hips.  She scooped it off the ground and placed
it with her other things.

   Now she was feeling very vulnerable standing there in just her brief
underwear.  She looked around.  "I really can't go any further, not here."
She spoke quickly into the mouth piece.

   "You really don't have an option, Mary.  I know you are not shy."

   "No, I'm not, but what if someone comes?"

   "They'll get a very pleasant surprise.  Now be a good girl and take the
rest of your clothes off.  The longer you delay things, the more chance
there is of your being discovered."

   She realized that he was right of course.  She would have to go through
with it in the end so what was the point in delaying things.  With another
glance around, she unclipped her bra and slipped out of it.  Her briefs
followed and now she was naked and terrified in a public garden.

   "There, I told you it wasn't hard.  And by the way, you look beautiful
standing naked amongst all those roses."

   Now that she was naked, Mary felt a little strange.  Yes, she was
terrified that someone would walk into the rose garden and discover her,
but strangely she also felt a little excited.  It was like the first time,
many years ago now, while she was at college; Spring break, it was.  After
a rowdy drinking party, Mary, along with several others, had gone down to
the lake and skinny dipped.  She still remembered how she felt after
undressing completely in the presence of others and running into the water.
It had excited her watching all those naked bodies around her, and had
added to the pleasure when later that night the hunky Ralph Goodwin had
taken her in the back seat of his car.

   But now she was older.  That happened ten years ago.  But standing naked
and being watched brought it all back to her.  Instinctively she moved her
hand down to her pussy lips.  Yes, they were slightly moist.  She couldn't
believe she was actually responding to this pervert.

   "A little wet already?"

   The voice in her ear made her jump.  Guiltily she removed her hand.

   "Right.  How about a little stroll?  Just walk over towards the gate."

   Now she was feeling more than a little scared having to move away from
her clothes.  Standing by the statue she could have grabbed them if someone
had suddenly appeared, but if she walked away from them, there was no
chance.  She looked towards the gate.  It was only fifty yards or so. 
Maybe it would be alright.  She had not seen anyone since seeing the three
people when she first came in.

   She began to walk towards the gate.  The further she moved away from her
clothes, the more vulnerable she felt.  She moved quickly at first, but he
told her to take her time.  As she walked, she felt her large unrestrained
breasts sway with the movement of her body.  At last she reached the gate.
Now she was shaking, and she knew she was getting wetter.  Why was her body
responding like this?  He kept her waiting by the gate until he gave her
his next command.

   "We are nearly done for tonight, Mary.  You have done very well so far.
All I want you to do now is walk through the gate and around the outside of
the wall till you reach the other gate.  Then you can retrieve your
clothes."

   Mary glanced through the gate.  Still no one was in sight, but it was
quite open out there and she could hear voices in the distance.  Hesitantly
she pushed open the gate and stepped out.  Keeping close to the wall, she
began to make her way around.  Suddenly, the Golden Labrador she had seen
earlier appeared, wagging its tail.  It moved towards her.  She began to
panic.  Its owner would be close by.  She dived for the shelter of some
bushes: the dog followed.  In the bushes she was at least shielded from
view.  The dog sniffed at her, its wet nose rubbing against her bare leg;
she patted its head.

   "Goldie, where are you?  Come here, boy," a voice called out.

   The dog turned and looked in the direction of the voice.  Mary pushed it
gently; it did not seem to want to leave her.  Through the shelter of the
leaves, she saw a figure approaching.  What was she to do now?  What if he
came in for the dog and found her?  How was she going to explain things?

   "Goldie, come here, boy," the voice commanded again.

   This time the dog responded with a last lick of her leg.  To Mary's
relief it turned and bounded out of the bushes.  She saw its owner greet
it, patting its head as he secured its lead to its collar.  "Let's go home,
boy.  There's nothing in there for you."

   Mary sighed with relief.

   "That was a close call," the soft voice in her ear said.

   She waited.  The dog and its owner had disappeared, and then she
continued her walk around to the other gate.  She made it back to her
clothes without any further events.

   "You can get dressed again now, Mary, but don't put on your undie's. 
Just leave them as a present for Peter Pan."

   Thankfully, she quickly slipped back into her clothes, but left her bra
and panties dangling from Peter's hands.  Then with a quick look back at
the fluttering flimsies, she made her way back to the car park.  It felt a
little strange not wearing any underwear.  Soon she was back in the car. 
She closed the door and slumped back in the seat in relief.

   Around her it was now almost dark.  She felt secure again.  She sensed
again the wetness between her thighs.  She took a tissue from her glove
box, and easing up her skirt, she wiped between her legs.  She was wetter
than she thought and needed a second tissue.  She felt pleasure from the
feeling of her fingers on her pussy and could not resist easing her legs
apart and sliding two fingers inside her warm wet hole.

   This whole thing was beginning to get to her.  She shouldn't be enjoying
this ordeal, but she knew deep down she was.  She lay back in the seat and
enjoyed the pleasure of her fingers as they quickly brought her to a much
needed orgasm.  She lay back, her skirt still up around her hips, her
fingers still inside her feeling her juices slowly seep out.  Suddenly she
jumped as a bright light lit up the car for an instant.  She fumbled with
her skirt, pushing it down and trying to open the car door at the same
time. By the time she got out, the car park was empty.  Suddenly
realization struck her--it had been a camera flash.  He must have been
close by all the time.  She got back in the car and slowly pulled out of
the car park.  Her earpiece buzzed; she clicked it on.

   "Glad to see you, too, were getting pleasure from our little game.  I'll
send you a copy of the print tomorrow."

   "You bastard," she exclaimed.

   "Now, now, that's not a nice way to treat a friend.  I might take
offence and think up something really bad for tomorrow." The phone clicked
off.

   The following morning the brown envelope arrived with her post.  She
recognized the writing.  She opened it and pulled out the pictures.  The
first ones were taken in the rose garden, and even she had to admit that
they were good.  In fact, it gave her a slight thrill to see herself
displayed like that, naked among the roses.

   It was the last one that shocked her, the one taken in the car.  Her
skirt was up around her hips, her fingers pushed deep into her pussy.  The
expression on her face was a picture of pleasure, and it must have been
just at the moment of her orgasm.  She stared at it and then thrust it into
the shredder and watched as it disappeared.  She slipped the others back
into the envelope.  That was when she saw the note.  She pulled it out and
read it.

   'Hope you liked the pics.  I'm sure Bob will want one of those taken in
the garden.  I love the one in the car.  You really were enjoying yourself,
weren't you?  Tonight I want you to make your way to the lorry (truck) park
at Durrel's industrial estate; that's the one by the motorway.  I have
thought up something that I think you will enjoy.  Be there by eight
o'clock and don't forget the Blue Tooth.  Oh, and by the way, it might be
better if you were to wear a dress.'

   Later that morning Bob called in and asked her if she had heard anything
more from the blackmailer.  She passed him the envelope.

   "My God, he made you do this?" he gasped as he looked at the pictures.
Then he smiled, "You have to admit, you do look attractive."

   Mary glared at him "It's alright for you.  It isn't you he's targeting.
I nearly got caught out there without a stitch on when a bloody dog came
sniffing around."

   Bob smiled again.  "Well, look on the good side.  At least we both still
have our jobs, and it's you who I have to thank for that.  I will make it
up to you.  Just go along with him for now."

   The thought of another evening taking orders from the blackmailer did
not seem to affect her today as much as it had over the last two nights. 
She opened her desk drawer and looked at the pictures again.  I wonder what
he has in store for me tonight, she thought to herself.  She felt an
interesting ache deep in her stomach.  She pressed her hand against her
pussy.  What was this man doing to her?

   The request for a dress wasn't too much of a problem for her.  She kept
a few changes of clothes in the office just in case she needed to change
for a night out.  She looked at the two dresses in the cupboard, a small
chic black number and a flowered button through.  The black seemed a little
too dressy so she decided on the flowered one.

   The industrial estate seemed deserted as she drove down towards the
lorry park.  A few lights were on, but nobody seemed to be working.  Even
the transport cafÃ(C) in the lorry park was closed.  A few lorries were
parked up, some with their curtains drawn, the drivers obviously getting an
early night readying themselves for an early start in the morning.  A few
meters away over a hedge, lorries and cars passed noisily up and down the
busy motorway.

   She parked at the far side of the park away from the lorries.  She
glanced at her watch; it was seven fifty five.  She felt a twinge of
anxiety.  Precisely on eight the earpiece buzzed.  She tapped it and it was
the voice she was now beginning to recognize.

   "Good evening, Mary.  I hope you are well."

   She acknowledged him but did not say anything more.

   "Are we ready for a little fun tonight?  I have decided to push you a
little further each time we meet.  I want to find your limit, but I do not
want to rush things because I'm quite enjoying myself.  I like having an
attractive young woman like you obeying my every wish."

   She felt like telling to get on with whatever he intended for her to do.

   "Just to the left of the transport cafÃ(C)," the voice in her ears said,
"you will find steps leading to a foot bridge.  It goes up over the
motorway; it joins the two parts of the estate together," he explained. 
Get out of your car, stand beside it, and remove all your clothes."

   She was getting used to this request.  She pushed open the door and
stepped out.  She looked around wondering where he could be.  She knew from
experience he was somewhere near, most likely with his camera poised.  She
left the car door open, and after removing her jacket, she placed it in the
car.

   "Glad you found a dress.  That one's ideal."

   She shook her head.  He must be somewhere close by to notice all the
details, but where?  She continued to undress, and finally was standing
naked beside her car and feeling more than a little self conscious.

   "As beautiful as ever," the voice said.  "Okay, now I want you to put
your dress back on: nothing else, just your dress."

   Thankfully she slipped back into her dress.

   "Now walk towards the cafÃ(C) and find the foot bridge." Again she
followed his instructions and found herself at the bottom of the steps. 
"Now I want you to make your way up onto the foot bridge and walk towards
the center."

   Mary slowly climbed the steps.  As she climbed higher, she saw over the
edge on the motorway the vehicles flashing by in all the six lanes.  She
walked slowly towards the center.  As she did so, she could feel the rush
of air as some of the larger lorries passed under her.  When she reached
the center, she paused and waited for further instructions.  When the
earpiece buzzed again, she could hardly hear it because of the roar of the
traffic passing under her.

   "I want you to face the motorway and slowly unfasten your dress."

   Mary stood for a moment not really believing what she had heard.  So
that was what he was going to make her do: strip where she could be seen by
others.  She looked around and shrugged.  Apart from the traffic on the
motorway, there was no one else around to see her so it wasn't so bad.

   She slowly began to unfasten the dress starting at the top and working
her way down.  With the buttons all undone, she held it together with her
hand.

   "Don't do that." The voice sounded in her ear.  She reluctantly let go
of the dress and the wind blew it open, displaying her naked body.  She was
fifteen feet or so above the passing traffic, but she knew anyone looking
up would have a clear view of her.  There was a blare of a motor horn, and
for a brief moment she saw the smiling face of a lorry driver.  He gave her
the thumbs up as he passed under her.

   Now more motorists were seeing her.  Lights flashed and horns honked. 
Mary had mixed emotions.  Again she was feeling the excitement of
displaying herself naked to unknown strangers as she had on that lakeside
years ago, but it was mixed with the worry of someone catching her.  The
motorists on the road below were not a problem, but what if someone should
walk across the bridge?

   "Take the dress off all together now and leave it on the floor."

   Mary shrugged the dress off her shoulders.  Now she had nothing to
protect her, and she felt very vulnerable.

   "Walk slowly along the bridge and then back," the voice in her ears
said.

   Again she followed instructions.  She found she had lost some of her
initial nervousness.  It was an interesting sensation being naked out here
in the open.  Her tormenter had picked an ideal spot for her first public
display-- somewhere where she could be seen, but where she was inaccessible
to the people who saw her.  Strangely, she was now even feeling more daring
and waved back at the passing motorists and drivers.  When she got back to
where she had left her dress, she stopped and waited.

   "You did very well, Mary.  I think you are beginning to enjoy this as
much as I am.  Okay, pick up your dress and go back to your car."

   She picked up the dress and was just about to slip into it.

   "I didn't tell you to put it on, only to pick it up.  Now make your way
back to the car."

   She carried the dress in her hand as she descended the steps and began
the short walk across the car park.  She looked a little nervously at the
parked lorries wondering if there were someone in them maybe watching her,
and she was thankful when she reached her car.  She slipped into the car
still naked as he hadn't told her otherwise, but she now felt a little more
secure,

   "Are you feeling horny again after your little display?" the voice in
her ear asked her.  "Is your pussy nice and wet?  I bet you would like to
dip your fingers in, but I guess you are a little worried after last night,
worried that I might be lurking close by to take another picture of you."

   Mary sat there listening to the voice.  Yes, she was feeling horny.  Who
wouldn't after displaying themselves like that, and she knew she was wet,
but he was right.  After last night she dare not touch herself.  She would
have to wait till she was in the privacy of her own home.

   "You can make your way home now, but you can't get dressed.  Drive home
as you are, and don't forget I might be watching you."

   Luckily for Mary it was getting dark.  She tried to lower herself down
in the seat to make herself less obvious, and kept out of the way of large
vehicles whose drivers would have been able to look down into her car.  The
road where she lived was quiet as she pulled up outside her house, but many
of the other houses showed lights.  She glanced in the rear view mirror.  A
car with just side lights on was parked further up the road.  Maybe this
was him still checking on her.

   She searched for her key, and with it clutched tightly in her hand, she
scooped up her clothes, and with a quick glance around, she made a dash for
her door.  Once inside, she breathed a sigh of relief.  It was all over for
another day.  But deep down she knew he was probably at this moment making
plans for her.

   Blackmail Ch.  03 Mary didn't like to admit it even to herself, but she
had been extremely turned on by her little display on the motorway bridge,
and once inside the privacy of her own lounge, her fingers immediately went
down to her pussy.  She wasn't surprised to find her inner thighs already
wet with her juices.  She groaned as she thrust two fingers deep into the
warm wet pussy.  She fell back onto the sofa slowly pleasuring herself.

   She knew this guy, whoever he was, was getting to her.  It had been a
little scary out there on the bridge, but it had also been exciting.  She
still couldn't work out who he was, and she wondered how long things would
go on.  But for the moment, secretly, she didn't want them to stop.

   The following morning the mobile rang while she was still in bed.  With
some apprehension she picked it up from the bedside table.

   "Good morning, Mary," the now easily recognizable voice spoke in her
ear. "I hope you slept well.  I bet you enjoyed yourself when you got in,
didn't you?  Did you use your fingers like last time, or have you a plastic
friend?"

   Mary did not speak.  She just listened.  It didn't seem to bother him
that she did not speak to him.

   "I thought we might have some fun at work today.  That's why I've rung
you so early.  I don't want you to wear any underclothes at work
today--just your blouse and skirt.  You can of course wear your jacket.  I
wouldn't want your nipples to show to everyone because I'm sure they will
be hard all day.  I bet the thought of you wearing nothing under your
clothes will keep you turned on all day.  Oh, and by the way, don't think
you can cheat me.  I will be checking up on you during the day."

   The phone went dead.  Mary slipped out of bed and made her way to the
shower.  As she soaped her body, she was already feeling a little aroused
by the thought of what she was going to have to do.  Underclothes were part
of a woman's wardrobe.  You felt restrained by them; it was certainly going
to feel strange without them.  After her shower, she stepped into her skirt
and slipped her arms into a fresh blouse.  It felt exciting to feel her
nipples rubbing against the crisp white cotton, and it felt strange and
somewhat indecent not wearing any panties.

   Yes, he had been right.  She could tell that as soon as she started to
drive into work.  It was a peculiar feeling, almost as though she were
naked.  She could feel her unrestrained breasts move with every bump in the
road, the already erect nipples rubbing up against the cool cotton of her
blouse.  By the time she reached work, she knew she was already starting to
feel wetness between her thighs.

   Once in the privacy of her office, things were a little easier, although
it was a constant reminder every time she got up and walked about the
office.  As the day passed and he didn't ring, she began to think he was
not going to contact her, but it was just after four thirty when finally
the mobile rang.  She clicked on the earpiece.

   "Good afternoon, Mary.  How are you feeling?  Excited, I would guess. 
Have you managed to keep from dipping in your fingers?" She could sense he
was smiling.  "Now I want you to go downstairs to the basement where you
keep the archives.  You have ten minutes; then I will ring you again. 
Okay, off you go.  If anyone inquires, tell them you need to look for an
old file."

   Mary rose from her desk and left her office.  She smiled at Christine,
her controller.  "Need to go down to archives."

   Christine smiled and looked at her watch.  "It's nearly home time.  Take
care down there.  It's untidy and dusty; the place could do with a good
clean."

   Mary took the lift down to the basement.  She swiped her card through
the lock.  It clicked and the door slid back.  The place was dimly lit as
the high shelves of documents obscured the lights.  She walked slowly down
one of the rows.  She wrinkled her nose; the whole place smelled musty. 
The place itself was quiet with only the buzz of the air conditioning and
she jumped when her mobile went.

   "It's a bit dusty down there, isn't it?  Right.  Well, let's see if you
have done as you were told.  Walk to the end of row C and on the table you
will find a small lap top.  It's already switched on and it's got its own
web cam."

   Mary slowly made her way down to row C, and there on a small desk was
the lap top.  The small illuminated neon showed that the web cam was on. 
The screen was lit up and she saw the dark silhouette of a man; well, it
looked like a man.  The only thing she could see was the short hair.  She
did not recognize the shape.

   "Just stand where you are, Mary, and lift your skirt up around your
waist."

   Mary looked quickly around her making sure she was alone.  She hitched
up her skirt, holding it up to her waist, displaying her bare pussy to the
small computer.  She felt rather foolish.

   "Very nice, Mary," the voice in her ear said softly.  "I'm so glad we
are communicating."

   She dropped her skirt, wondering what was coming next.

   "I want you to take down one of those boxes off the shelf behind you."
She turned around and saw the filing boxes he was speaking about.  She
reached up for a box and was surprised to find it felt empty.  She placed
it on the desk beside the lap top.

   "Now I want you to remove all your clothes and put them into the box."

   "I can't--not here," she gasped.  "Anyone might come in."

   "You will have to risk that.  Now be a good girl and do as you are
told."

   Her shoulders slumped.  She knew there was no point in arguing with him.
Resignedly she started undressing.  She had removed the lid from the box
and was placing her discarded clothes inside it.  At last she stood there
in just her shoes.

   "I think the shoes as well this time."

   She took the shoes off and placed them in the box.

   "Now replace the top and put the box back on the shelf.  "

   Again she followed his instruction.

   "You look very sexy, Mary, naked in this dusty old cellar.  I see your
nipples have already perked up; that's exciting!  Do you feel excited
standing there naked knowing that at any moment someone might walk in?"

   Mary actually did feel excited and a little frightened.  Yes, he was
right; anyone might walk in at any moment.  She could feel her heart
thumping.

   "Now I want you to walk away from the desk.  Walk down the aisle towards
the door."

   Mary looked at the box on the shelf containing her clothes, and slowly
she began her walk towards the door.  She was about halfway down the aisle
when she was shocked to hear the door click as someone swiped their card in
the lock.  She was frightened; who could it be?  She looked around for a
place to hide and darted behind some shelving.  She heard the sound of
voices.

   God, she thought, there must be two of them.  She slowly eased aside the
files on the shelf.  She needed to see who they were and where they were
going.  She recognized them straight away.  It was the two young guys who
worked in the post room.

   "God, it stinks rotten down here," she heard one of them say.  "Let's
get the boxes he's asked for and get out."

   From her hiding place she watched as the two guys walked down the row
towards where the desk was.

   "Someone's left a lap top on the desk here and it's switched on," she
heard one of them say.

   "I guess someone must be working on something down here.  I'd leave it
alone," the other one advised.

   Then she heard them moving boxes.  "You take these two and I'll take the
others and let's get out of here.  It's almost clocking off time."

   She watched as they carried the boxes down the aisle and out through the
door.  She heaved a sigh of relief when the door finally closed.

   "That was a close call," the voice in her ear said.  "What would you
have done if those two had come across you?  I'm sure they would have loved
seeing you bare arsed; it would have made their day."

   "Look, let's get on with whatever you want me to do.  It's nearly
finishing time."

   "Alright, alright, don't start getting tetchy (testy); it won't help
things.  Just continue round the cellar, and when you get back to the desk,
you can retrieve your clothes and get dressed again.

   Mary glanced at the door making sure there was no one around.  Then she
continued around the cellar.  She was glad when she was finally back at the
desk.

   She looked at the small lap top, still with the neon showing.  "Is that
it?  Can I get dressed?"

   "Yes, that's it for the moment."

   Mary turned and was about to reach for the box when to her horror, she
saw it was missing.  She looked around.  She was sure that was where she
had put it; then suddenly it dawned on her.  The boxes the two lads had
taken out: her clothes must have been in one of them.

   She turned and looked at the lap top.  "They've taken my clothes,
haven't they?"

   "I'm afraid so."

   "You bastard!"

   "Now, now, there's no need for that.  I just thought I'd like to see how
you coped with the situation."

   "How am I going to get out of here?  Please get my clothes back.  I will
do anything you ask."

   There was silence for a moment.  She wondered if he were considering
things.  He just couldn't make her do this!  This was going one step too
far.

   "No, I am looking forward to this.  It's after closing time now, and in
half an hour, the place will be almost deserted.  Only the security men and
the cleaners will still be here.  You could try to slip out then."

   "But I need to get to my office to get my car keys."

   "Yes, I guess you do.  Best of luck, Mary, and don't forget, I will be
watching you." And with that the phone clicked off.

   Mary felt almost like crying.  Here she was, totally naked in a cellar.
She had to get out and get to her office, and then she had to get to her
car.  She suddenly remembered the spare rain coat she kept in her office
cupboard for emergencies.  If she could get back there, she could use that
to get to her car.  Then she could buy something; her handbag was in her
office.

   She made her way to the door and looked out through the small window. 
Outside, the corridor was deserted.  She slowly pulled open the door and
slipped out.  The lights were brighter in the corridor and she felt more
exposed than ever.

   Suddenly she heard the door behind her click shut.  She panicked even
more as her last avenue of escape was shut off, for her swipe card to get
back in was with her clothes.

   She moved slowly down the short corridor listening for any slight noise
that would mean someone was coming.  At the end were the lift and the
stairs.  Which one should she take?  Once in the lift, she could go
straight to her office on the forth floor, but if someone else wanted the
lift, she would be caught with nowhere to hide.  If she took the stairs,
she could at least have some control over the situation.

   She began to slowly climb the stairs.  It was so strange; she had
climbed these stairs many times before, but never completely naked.  On the
ground floor she could see the outside door and people passing on the
street.  The reception desk was manned, but the guard had his back to her
and was engrossed in a newspaper.  She quickly moved on to the next stairs
and made it safely to the first floor.

   She gripped the stair rail; she was trembling.  Halfway there.  She
looked at the next flight of stairs.  Just then she heard voices, and
looking down the corridor, she saw two cleaners come out of one of the
offices.  She panicked and made a run for the stairs.  Had they seen her?
She hoped not.

   She was halfway up the stairs when she heard noises from above.  It was
someone humming to themselves as they worked.  She crouched against the
wall.  Down below she heard the cleaners chatting and coming closer to the
stairs, and above her someone was working on the landing.

   She had a decision to make--either stop and face the cleaners, or carry
on upstairs and face whoever was on the next floor.  If she stayed where
she was, the cleaners might alert the guard and then she would be in
trouble.  How the hell had she gotten herself into this situation?  She
knew the going up was her only option.

   She gripped the rail and started to climb.  With her heart thumping, she
mounted the next few stairs, and then almost fainted, for there kneeling on
the floor was a young colored guy scraping the tiles.  He turned and looked
at her.

   At that stage only her head was visible.  He smiled.  "Not in your way,
Miss, am I?" Then his mouth fell open when he realized that the woman
coming up the stairs was completely naked.  Not a stitch of clothing on her
body.  He just looked at her, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

   Mary wanted to run, but she kept her calm and slowly walked past him,
feeling his eyes on her body taking in every last detail of it.  "Working
late," she said lamely.  "I am just going to get my things."

   She could feel him looking as she made her way up the next flight of
stairs.  She wanted to get away from his searching gaze, but she knew if
she ran he might call the guard, thinking she was an intruder.  She just
had to take her time and let him look.  She could feel her breasts sway,
and she knew her nipples were rock hard.

   Ay last she was out of his sight and he hadn't made a sound.  He was
probably in a state of shock.  Her office was only two doors down the
corridor.  At last she could make a dash for it and safety.  Once inside,
she dropped the lock and slumped against the door.  Then it came to her
what she had done.  She had just exposed herself to a total stranger.  She
was shaking.

   She could feel that her nipples were hard, and there was a wonderful
sensation deep in her stomach.  She could not resist slipping her hands
between her thighs, and she wasn't surprised to find that she was leaking.
She shuddered.

   She slid her fingers deep into her warm wet pussy and bit down on her
lip to stop herself from crying out.  She couldn't believe she was feeling
like this--so turned on by her actions.  Her fingers worked furiously
sending sensations through her body, and when at last she came, she slumped
slowly down to the floor and sat there breathing heavily.

   When she pulled herself together, she felt disgusted with herself.  What
was this man turning her into?  She struggled to her feet and tried to
clean herself up with tissues from her desk.  At least now she could make
her way home.

   She opened the cupboard door, and where her spare rain coat should be,
there was nothing.  It was gone.  She looked over at the shelf where she
kept her handbag.  That was gone, too.  She groaned.  What was this man
doing to her, reading her thoughts?

   She looked over on her desk.  Her car keys were still there so at least
her car would still be in the car park, and she could use the back stairs.
There was no one left in the office so she wouldn't get caught again.

   She picked up the keys and slowly opened the door.  There was no one in
the corridor.  She stood and listened; there was no sound.  She walked
toward the car park door and made it without any trouble.  Two flights of
stairs took her down to the car park level.  She looked outside.  The car
park was empty.  Only her car stood there.  It was at the other side of the
car park, but there was no one in sight.  With another quick look around,
she made a dash for the car and quickly opened the door.

   She slid inside and shivered as her bare bottom came in contact with the
leather seats.  She slumped down in the seat making herself less
conspicuous.  She opened the glove compartment and saw what she was looking
for: a local street map.  She smiled as she unfolded it and covered herself
with it.  Then she drove slowly out of the car park.  At least the streets
were quieter now with the rush over so it wouldn't be long before she was
safely home.

   She was within a quarter of a mile from home when disaster struck.  She
had been driving carefully making sure she kept well away from any high
sided vehicles.  The map did a good job of concealing her, but it didn't
cover everything, and it was difficult to keep it in place as she was
driving.  She was concentrating on the road ahead when she suddenly saw the
blue light flashing in her mirror.

   The large police car pulled alongside her and indicated that she pull
onto the side of the road.  What had she done wrong?  She hadn't been
speeding.  She did not think she had gone through any red lights.  As the
policeman exited his car, she tucked the map more closely around her and
wound the window down.

   "What's the problem, officer?" she inquired as he approached her car.

   "We have had a report that this car has been stolen, miss.  Would you
please step out of the vehicle.

   Now she's in a mess now.  How's she going to talk herself out of this
one?

   Look out for more of Mary's adventutes in part four of Blackmail commimg
soon.

   Blackmail Ch.  04 Mary was panicking as the cop looked at her through
the open window.  "I asked you to get out of the car, miss.  Don't make it
hard for yourself."

   "I can't, officer; honestly, I can't."

   "You have a disability?"

   "No, but you don't understand.  This is my car.  I have the papers here
in my bag." She suddenly realized what she had said.  Her bag had
disappeared from her office along with her spare rain coat.

   "Look, miss, I'm asking you for the last time; please get out of the
car."

   "I can't, officer; please, I can't."

   "Why can't you?"

   "Because I've got no clothes on."

   The officer smiled and looked into the car.  "You mean there's nothing
under that map, only you?" Mary nodded.

   "Do you realize that it's an offence to appear naked in a public place?"

   "Of course I do, but it's not my fault; someone stole my clothes."

   "How could they steal your clothes?  You mean they made you strip?"

   "No, I was showering at work, and when I came out, they were gone," she
lied.  "They took my bag as well.  That's why I have no papers." The cop
smiled and scratched his head.  "Well, miss, I have heard some tall stories
in my time, but yours is one of the best.  We have had a report that this
car is stolen and you have no papers to show otherwise.  So you either get
out or I will have to make you get out.  You thought taking your clothes
off would get you out of this.  It won't work with me, so out."

   The cop gripped the door handle and pulled it open.  Mary cried out, and
grabbed for the door with one hand while trying to hold the road map around
her with the other.  But now the cop was beginning to loose his cool with
her, and he jerked the door even harder.  With a cry, Mary was pulled out
of the car and tumbled into the road a mass of naked limbs still
desperately trying to cover herself with the map.

   The cop looked down at her and laughed.  "I'm sorry, miss.  I thought
you were making it all up.  Here, let me give you a hand." And with that he
reached down, gripping her wrist, and pulled her up to her feet.

   Mary stood there for the second time that day exposed to a total
stranger: well, almost.  Sitting down, the map had been adequate, but
standing it was a different matter.  It was a case of covering her breasts
or her pussy.  The map just wasn't big enough to do both jobs.

   The cop looked at the attractive young woman in front of him.  He could
see she was distressed by the situation, but finding an extremely
attractive naked young woman driving a car was not something you came
across every day, and he wasn't going to let her get away so easily even if
she weren't guilty of anything.  He looked at her and noticed that her
nipples were poking over the map.  Yes, she has nice perky nipples, he
thought to himself.  Mary saw where he was looking and tried to cover them,
but this only exposed her down below.

   "I just need to take some details from you," he said taking out a note
book from his rear pocket and flipping it open.  Just then a motorist came
past and hooted on his horn.  The cop looked after him.  "I think you had
better come and sit in my car.  We can't have you exposing yourself to
everyone."

   He pointed in the direction of his car and Mary moved slowly towards it,
glad in one way not to be exposed to every passer by, but the problem was
in turning and walking towards his car.  She now exposed her rear to the
cop who immediately felt a stirring.  She was some attractive lady and she
certainly had a nice arse on her.  He opened the rear door and watched her
slide in to the back of the car, and then he secured the door and walked
around and got in the drivers seat.

   "Okay, now, let's start with your name."

   "Mary Ellis," she replied in a low voice.

   "Well, Mary Ellis, if that's your real name, you have nothing on you to
prove it.  Let's see what we've got here: for one, driving a stolen car."

   "It's not stolen; it's my car," Mary shouted at him.

   "It may be, but at this moment you can't prove it.  Two: naked in a
public place."

   "That's not my fault.  My clothes were stolen."

   "And you can't say by whom?"

   She shook her head.

   "So I guess we need to take you down to the police station and get
things sorted out there."

   At this, Mary panicked.  "You can't do that while I'm in this state. 
Everyone will see me."

   The cop nodded and smiled.  "Yes, I'm sure they will, and there are a
lot of cops down there."

   "You must be able to do something."

   "I could check things up on the radio, but that will take time.  It's
all effort and what do I get out of it?"

   Mary shrugged.

   "Tell you what, little lady, just lay that map aside and let me get a
good look at you while I check things out, and if you check out okay, I
will let you go."

   Mary looked at him a little shocked.  "You mean sit here naked?"

   He nodded.  "You are not far off that now, and I think I've already seen
all the bits, but it would be nice to get an unrestricted look."

   Mary grimaced.  It was just one damn thing after another.  She had to
either completely expose her body to this guy, or be taken down to the
station and probably be exposed to she knew not how many.  Again, she knew
she was beaten.  She slowly slid the map away from her body and laid it on
the seat beside her.  Now she was exposing everything to the searching eyes
of the cop.

   Again she felt that new found thrill as she totally exposed herself to a
stranger.  The cop never took his eyes off her body as he made inquiries
over the radio.  At last he turned to her and smiled.  "I guess you have
been telling me the truth, miss.  It appears someone has tried to set you
up.  But it's not too clever to drive around the streets with no clothes
on. You never know who might be about," he said with a big smile.  "If I
were you, I'd get home as quickly as possible."

   He got out of the car and opened the door for her.  She slid out of the
rear seat trying not to display too much, but it's not easy to get out of a
car very ladylike when you have no clothes on.

   "Can I take my map?" she inquired.

   The cop smiled and nodded.  She reached in and picked it up, holding it
in front of her.  She smiled at the cop and made her way back to her own
car giving him another look at her naked rear view.  He smiled to himself.
Well, the job did have some perks.  Then he waved to Mary as she quickly
drove away.

   At last she got home without any more incidents and was glad to be back
in the safety of her home.  She was just calming down when the mobile rang.
She picked it up with some reluctance; he didn't want more from her
tonight? She really hoped not.

   "Did you enjoy your trip home, Mary?"

   She gasped.  Had he been watching?

   "Joe, that's the name of the cop who pulled you over, thanks you for
your interesting display."

   "You knew about it?"

   Sure, I know everything that goes on.  Joe's a friend of mine and I owed
him a favor."

   "You really are a bastard, you know." She felt he was smiling.

   "Well, I just thought it would be a bit of fun.  So anyway, have a good
night and I will call you tomorrow."

   Mary was feeling hot and dirty after her experience with the cop.  She
couldn't believe it had all been a set up.  She made her way to the shower
and spent time under the stinging sprays.

   In the privacy of her own bedroom, she slipped naked between the cool
sheets.  She suddenly thought about Bob.  He had not contacted her today.
Was he trying to keep himself out of things?  She picked up her phone and
dialed his number.

   "Hello there, Mary," he said when he heard her voice.  "Sorry I haven't
contacted you, but it's been a busy day.  Has he contacted you again?"

   He listened as she recited the story of her latest escapade.  When she
had finished, there was silence for a moment at the other end of the line.

   "I can't believe you went along with it," he said at last.

   "Well, what am I supposed to do?  You know what he said he will do if I
don't do as he asks, and neither of us wants to take the risk of him going
through with that threat."

   "I can't thank you enough," Bob said.  "I'll make it up to you when it's
over.  How are you coping?" Mary smiled to herself.  Should she tell him
she was beginning to enjoy the whole thing?  That even though she was
finding it humiliating and somewhat degrading, she was certainly getting
turned on by what she was being asked to do?

   Her hand slid down under the bed clothes and she found her pussy warm
and already beginning to feel wet.  "It's been awful," she lied.  "Being
naked down in the archives with those two lads there, and being pulled
naked out of the car with that cop seeing everything was just too much."

   Just thinking about it again made her slip her fingers inside her moist
pussy.  "I could do with you being over here," she told him.

   "I bet you could.  I'm sorry I can't be there with you.  I feel a little
jealous about that cop seeing you naked."

   "He made me sit there in the car with him, totally naked, and he never
stopped looking at me.  It was awful."

   She bit her lips to suppress a groan, just thinking about it, as she
thrust her fingers in even deeper.  She could hear Bob making sympathetic
comments, but she was no longer listening.  Her hand was working furiously
between her legs.  At last, with a cry, she came, dropping the phone on the
floor.  She leaned over and picked it up in time to here Bob asking her if
she were alright.

   "I'm sorry," she said with a smile.  "I had a bit of a coughing fit and
I dropped the phone."

   She was feeling a little more relaxed now, and she continued to chat
with him for awhile.

   Before ringing off, they arranged to meet up for lunch at Mario's, their
favorite restaurant, the following day.

   The ringing of the mobile phone awakened her the following morning.  She
picked it up and checked the number; it was him.  She clicked it on.

   "Good morning, Mary.  I hope you slept well."

   "I might have if you had not woke me up."

   "I just needed to catch you before you got up.  I have your instructions
for today."

   She took a deep breath.  What was he going to think of for her torment
today?

   "Have you any plans for today?  I don't want to interfere with them."

   "No, nothing apart from work.  Oh, and I've arranged to meet someone for
lunch."

   "Bob?"

   "Yes."

   "Oh, good, that will fit in well.  Today we will take you a little
further."

   Mary wondered where that could be.  She had nearly been caught naked at
work, and had to parade herself naked before a traffic cop.  What more was
there?

   "I thought we might try it out today with a little less clothing: let's
say just your jacket and skirt."

   "I can't!" she said, alarmed at the thought, but instantly after she had
said it she knew it wasn't up to her.

   "Of course you can.  You will still be completely covered.  Only you and
I will know that you are wearing nothing under your suit; well, for the
start at least."

   She could almost imagine him grinning when he made this comment.

   "I'll call you later, Mary.  Just follow my instructions and we'll get
along fine.  Actually, I think you are beginning to enjoy our little
relationship." At this the phone went dead.

   Mary lay back on the pillow.  She knew he was right.  She was excited by
the humiliation, wondering what was going to happen next.  It wasn't like
doing something naughty of your own free will; this was domination.  This
man, whoever he was, had control over her.  She had to bend to his wishes.
She lay for a moment looking at the clock.  Then she slipped out of bed and
made her way to the shower.

   It had been uncomfortable when she was allowed to wear her blouse under
the suit, but now that was gone.  She felt more exposed.  The suit had only
three buttons, and the top one was located between her breasts so without a
blouse, she was exposing an interesting display of her ample cleavage.  She
thought about trying to get away with a scarf, but she knew if she
displeased him she might have to pay for her indiscretion.

   Walking in to the office block, she could not help but notice where the
eyes of the security man were focused as she stood in front of his desk to
sign in.  She felt hot and embarrassed.  She tugged her jacked closer
together as she made her way to the lift.

   Again, walking to her office, she felt all eyes were on her, and she was
glad when she was able to close the door.  As she sat down in her seat, she
felt her hardened nipples rubbing against the material of her jacket.

   During the morning, she had to put up with the obvious stares of several
guys who came into her office on the pretext of checking invoices and
delivery notes.  She guessed that the word had gone around that there was
an interesting sight to be seen in Mary's office.  Of course, the attention
of all theses guys was having its effects on her.  Her stiff nipples ached
and she knew she was juicing up.  In the end, she had to get herself to the
privacy of the ladies rest room, and once in the cubical, she was able to
relieve herself.

   She felt a little less stressed out when she finally emerged.  She
washed up and checked her make up.  She glanced at her watch.  It was
almost lunchtime and time for her meeting with Bob.

   Mario's was as usual busy with the lunch time trade.  It provided good
food with speedy service and was much used by many of the office workers in
the area.  Bob was already there when Mary arrived.  He waved to her from a
table in the window.  As she made her way through the crowded tables, she
did not fail to notice the many admiring glances she was getting from most
of the male customers.  When she took her seat, she noticed that Bob's eyes
were instantly drawn to the interesting display of cleavage she was
showing,

   He smiled.  "A little daring?"

   Mary grimaced.  "It's you know whose idea." She leaned over the table,
giving an even better view of what she had on show.  "It may surprise you
to know that thanks to you, my suit is all I am bloody well wearing."

   Bob shrugged.  "You can't blame it all on to me.  You were a willing
partner, and anyway, how was I to know that some pervert was watching us?"

   Mary shook her head.  "I don't know where it's going to end.  He keeps
coming up with these ideas, and I usually finish up naked in a public
place."

   Bob smiled and reached over the table and took her hand.  He squeezed
it. "Well, I know it must be hard for you, but as long as you go along with
him, at least our jobs are safe."

   Mary smiled.  "It's alright for you.  It's me who is having to do these
things.  I'm sure everyone is beginning to notice.  I've had creeps coming
into my office all morning with stupid queries just to get a look down my
neck line."

   A smile cracked Bob's face and he nodded.  "Well, it is a very
attractive neckline."

   Mary just shook her head and picked up the menu.  She was just about to
start reading it when her mobile rang.  She picked up the phone and checked
the number.  "It's him," she said, looking across at Bob.

   She put the phone to her ear.  "I hope you are going to enjoy your
lunch. The food's very good in Mario's."

   God, she thought to herself, does this guy know everything about her?

   "I hear on the grapevine that your outfit caused a bit of a stir in the
office this morning, Got some of the guys quite excited.  We must think
about taking things a step further at some stage.  But on with today.  I
noticed that Bob seemed to like the way you are dressed."

   She looked around a little startled.  If he knew that, he must be some
where close by, but she could see no one with a phone.

   "I think we should give him a treat, so what I want you to do is to
slowly open the three buttons on your jacket."

   "I'm not stripping in here.  You can do what you want.  That is going
too far."

   "I'm not asking you to strip in such a public place.  Well, not today
anyway; just asking you to open the buttons.  When you've done that, I just
want you to sit and enjoy your meal.  Oh, and by the way, you can't adjust
the jacket in any way, or refasten the buttons until you get back to your
office block.  Bon apatite, Mary." And with that the phone went dead.

   "What did he want?" Bob inquired.

   "This," she said, slipping open the first button, and as Bob stared, she
slowly opened the other two.  Her jacket gaped open displaying in detail
that she was not wearing anything under it.  Bob could see clearly the
interesting valley and the swell of her firm breasts.  Luckily the jacket
was a little loose on her so it did not altogether display her breasts:
that is, as long as she didn't move too quickly.

   When Mario came for their order, she saw him do a double take at her
little display.  Then he even leaned closer for a better look as he
described recommended items on the menu to her.  It was difficult for Mary
to contend with the jacket.  She had to be careful as she lifted her glass
of wine or put a fork of food in her mouth.  Every action caused the jacket
to gape even wider if only for a moment, and on more than one occasion, her
erect nipples were on open display.

   She could not help but notice several of the other customers glancing in
her direction, and it seemed that Bob was also enjoying her little display.
For Mary, it had been hard to comply with her tormentor's wishes.  The
thought of displaying herself in such a public place horrified her.  But
after the initial shock she found herself beginning to enjoy the sensation.

   Yes, her tormentor had certainly found her hidden weakness.  She was
becoming an exhibitionist.  With this new found excitement, she now began
to relax and enjoy herself.  She even began to feel she wanted to be seen
by strangers, and at one stage when their ever attentive waiter asked her
if she required more wine, she turned to face him allowing one breast to
totally escape from its concealment.  The look on his face made her shudder
and she had to squeeze her thighs together.  Her action was not missed by
several of the customers who nudged their partners and indicated in her
direction.

   She didn't usually drink too much at lunch time, but today she needed
it. Bob was a little surprised when she asked the waiter for a second
bottle.  What with the wine and her teasing display, Mary was feeling more
than a little horny, continually pressing her thighs together to put
exquisite pressure on her pussy.  When the meal was over and the waiter
brought the cheque, Bob gave them his credit card and said to Mary he
needed to go to the men's room before they left.

   Mary smiled as she watched him thread his way through the tables towards
the rest rooms.  Then suddenly she got up from the table and followed him.
Men glanced up as she passed their tables.  She no longer cared that her
jacket was open and was giving them exciting glimpses of her breasts as she
passed them.

   She pushed through the door leading to the rest rooms, and paused for a
moment in front of the door with the sign Men on it.  Then she pushed it
open and stepped inside.  The place was empty apart from Bob, standing
before a urinal.  He glanced over his shoulder and saw her standing there.

   He gasped.  "You shouldn't be in here."

   She nodded.  "I know, but I want some of what you have in your hand."

   "What, now?"

   "Yes, right now.  I can't wait."

   She stood there legs slightly apart with her hands resting on her hips.
She moved them around; her action opened up the jacket and displayed her
breasts.  Bob recognized how hard her nipples were.  She was certainly in
heat.  He saw her flick open the clip on her skirt and ease the zip down.
The skirt fell to the floor, and she kicked it away.  She stood there
before him in just her jacket and heels.

   "I need fucking," she said huskily.

   Bob struggled to get his cock back into his pants.  It was becoming a
problem as it was steadily becoming erect.  At last he managed to stow it
away.  He grabbed Mary by the hand and bungled her into a cubical, closing
the door behind them and sliding the latch closed.

   Mary grabbed for him, pulling him to her, kissing him wetly while she
thrust her body urgently up against him, feeling the hardness of his cock
pressing against her stomach.  With one hand she struggled to unfasten his
belt and slide her hand into his pants.  She wrapped her fingers around the
hard length of his cock and squeezed.  Bob gasped.  "You're a horny little
slut, aren't you," he said.

   Between wet kisses, she nodded.  "It's because of you I am this way. 
Now stop pissing about and fuck me."

   His pants had fallen around his ankles, and Mary was rubbing the head of
his cock over her already wet pussy lips.  He backed her up against the
door; she parted her legs and pressed his cock head up against her love
tunnel entrance.

   Suddenly, with a sharp thrust, he was inside her.  As he held her up
against the door, she wrapped her arms around him and thrust herself to
meet him as he began to pump into her.  It was all over very quickly for
both of them.  They clung together wrapped in each other's arms.

   Suddenly they heard the rest room door open as someone came in.  They
stood quietly not wanting to give away their presence.  There must have
been two of them as they began to talk together.  "Did you see that bird
with the jacket open?" they heard one of them ask.

   "Yes, she looked a hot little piece.  I wouldn't have minded being the
guy who was with her." Bob smiled.

   "At one stage I actually saw her flash her tits at the waiter."

   "When she walked past me to the rest room, I almost got a look at her
nipple.  I bet she's in there now fingering herself."

   "I wonder if she needs any help?  "the other replied with a laugh.

   "Why is it we don't get our hands on stuff like that?"

   "It's just the luck of the draw.  Some guys are luckier than others."

   There was silence for a moment.  Then they heard the water running and
finally the door closing as the couple left.

   Bob felt Mary rubbing his semi hard cock again.  She smiled at him. 
"Can I have some more?" she asked with her little girl voice.

   "You will have to do some work on it first."

   She smiled and slid down to her knees in front of him.  He groaned as he
felt her warm mouth engulf his cock and her hands begin to manipulate his
balls.  Mary was an expert at this treatment, and it was not too long
before he was back up to full strength again.

   This time he took her doggie style with Mary resting her hands on the
toilet basin.  It was a position they both enjoyed.  She enjoyed the deep
penetration and the way he manipulated her breasts.  He enjoyed the
tightness of her warm wet hole as she wrapped herself around his
penetrating cock.

   This time they screwed in a more leisurely fashion, enjoying the
sensation to the full.  She gasped when at last he came, enjoying the
sensation of his juices flooding into her.

   Afterwards, they kissed tenderly before adjusting their clothes.  Then
after he checked that the coast was clear, she made her way back to their
table.  Looking over the faces of the guys who were again following her
progress, she wondered which of them had been the pair in the rest room.  A
few moments later Bob returned.  He smiled as he slid into his seat.

   "I think that was a very enjoyable meal," he said with a grin.  "And I
really enjoyed the afters."

   Mario thanked them as they left the restaurant.  His eyes flicked down
to Mary's gaping jacket.  "Do come back soon, the pair of you."

   He took Mary's hand and lifted it to his lips.  In return, she gripped
it and slipping it under her jacked, placing it on her breast.  Mario
looked stunned for a moment.  Then he smiled as he gently squeezed the
delicious mound of warm flesh.  Bob just stood there and slowly shook his
head.

   "Well, you are supposed to tip them, aren't you?" she said with a grin
at both men.

   They finally made it back to their office block.  Mary was now really
enjoying herself.  She remembered what she had been told and did not
refasten her jacket until she reached the office.  They walked purposefully
as they had taken more than their allocated time over lunch.

   On more than one occasion, Mary's jacket opened wide enough to display
her naked breasts to shocked passers by.

   At last back in her office, her mobile rang.  "Did you enjoy your
lunch?" the voice asked.

   "It had its interesting points," Mary replied with a grin.

   "I was pleased to see you followed my instructions to the letter.  I
think you are beginning to enjoy our liaison."

   Mary smiled to herself.  He was right.  She had suddenly found
exhibiting herself was fun, and it had its perks as well.

   "I'll have to think up something special for tonight."

   Mary found herself squeezing her legs together again, and wondering just
how special that would be.

   What does the blackmailer have for Mary next?  Will he eventually want
to fuck her, or will he be satisfied with just humiliating her?

   Blackmail Ch.  05 The rest of the afternoon went quickly for Mary.  She
still got several visitors as she had in the morning: same lame excuses. 
She wondered if everyone in the office knew.  It still excited her: all
these guys coming in making their excuses just to get a look down her
cleavage.

   At one stage she thought about opening her jacket and giving them a good
look just as she had been told to do in the restaurant.  The thought of
that had really turned her on.  God, what was she becoming?  A few days ago
she would have run a mile rather than expose herself to strangers.  Now it
was all she wanted to do.  This guy, whoever he was, was certainly getting
to her.  He was turning her into an exhibitionistic slut.

   The rest of the afternoon passed without a call from him.  She didn't
know whether she was pleased or sorry.

   At four thirty, she made her way down to the car park and drove home. 
First thing she did when she got home was to mix herself a drink; she badly
needed one.  She took off her work clothes, her skirt and jacket, and
slipped into a silk wrap.  She switched on the TV and sat down with her
drink.

   She was almost nodding off when the phone went.  She picked it up.  "I
guess you enjoyed your lunch," the now familiar voice stated.  "Did you get
Bob to fuck you in the rest room?  I would have liked to have seen that."

   "What have you got for me now?  I've only just got in.  I was going to
get some dinner."

   "That's not a problem.  I'll treat you for being such a good girl, Mary.
Do you like pizza?"

   "Yes, I don't mind them."

   "What sort?"

   "Hot and meaty, with garlic and chilies."

   "A bit like you." She could tell he was smiling.  "Okay, I will send you
one around in about fifteen minutes.  Oh, and by the way, when he delivers
it, answer the door with no clothes on."

   "Oh my God," she thought--just when she thought he was being kind to
her.

   Still she guessed it might have an exciting side.  He might be a dishy
young student.  She began to feel herself getting quite aroused again as
she waited for the door bell to ring, and when it at last did, she almost
jumped out of her skin.

   She slipped off the silk wrap and laid it over the back of the sofa. 
She walked slowly to the door and looked through the small spy hole.  It
could have been anybody.  A lanky youth about nineteen was standing there
with a large pizza box in his hand, and she took a deep breath and pulled
open the door.

   "Domino Pizza for Miss......Oh, shit!" His voice trailed off as he
realized that the woman standing before him was completely naked.  "I'm
sorry, Miss, I didn't know," the guy stuttered.  He was the one totally
embarrassed by the situation.  Mary had to smile.

   "Sorry," Mary apologized, "but I was just going to get a shower and I
thought it was the girl next door."

   The guy apologized again, but Mary noticed that although his face was a
little red he was now looking at her quite openly.

   "I must say you look very nice, Miss," the guy said awkwardly.  "It's
the first time I've seen a woman like you with no clothes on."

   Mary had her hand on the door.  Should she close it?  She had done as
she had been asked, but the young guy just stood there looking seemingly
reluctant to leave.

   Again Mary was feeling that same excited feeling.  She knew she should
close the door, but she wanted him to look at her, to see her nakedness.

   "There's nothing to pay," he said at last.  "It was prepaid."

   Mary was amused to see a lump had taken shape in his tight jeans.  He
saw where she was looking.  "I've got to go," he said quickly.  He clutched
at his pants and disappeared down the steps.

   Mary smiled to herself as she walked back into the apartment.  She
slipped back into her wrap and opened up the pizza.  She sat and ate at
least half of it and amused herself thinking how the guy had acted.  She
guessed if she ordered pizza again she would get an extra quick service.

   The following day was Saturday and at least she didn't have to go into
work, but it was just before noon when he rang.  "Did you enjoy the pizza?"

   "It was very nice.  Thank you."

   "No problem.  I guess the Pizza guy liked you." Mary smiled.  "He seemed
to."

   "The way he ran down the steps I guess he almost came in his pants.  I
suppose your name's on their quick delivery list.  All the guys will want
to deliver your next one.  Anyway, I have an interesting little chore for
you to do tonight.

   There's a contest on at the Road Hog Road House in Westbury.  I want you
to go over there and enter it, and I want you to do whatever you have to do
to win it."

   "What sort of contest is it?" Mary asked.

   "You'll see when you get there.  Be there by seven thirty, and as I say,
just do anything you have to do.  Just come out the winner.  I'll see you
there.  I'll be in the crowd."

   Mary had no idea what went off at the Road House, but she guessed it was
something embarrassing.

   She decided to spend the afternoon shopping, just something to get her
mind off things for a while.  She arrived home late afternoon, had a light
tea, and then showered and changed before she got out the car and drove
over to Westbury.

   The Road House was not hard to find; in fact she passed it as she drove
into the small town.  She turned the car around and drove back and turned
into the fairly busy car park.  As she got out of the car, she could not
help but notice several men who were also parking looking at her and
commenting to one another.

   Inside, the place was crowded, mainly with men and just a sprinkling of
women.  She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink.  When the bar man
put her drink in front of her, she asked him about the contest.

   "You signing up?" he asked with some surprise, looking her up and down.

   Mary nodded.  "Where do I go?"

   He pointed across the room.  "Over by the stage.  You'll see a guy with
a clip board; that's Jim.  Tell him you want to be put down for tonight. 
Once he sees, he'll okay you.

   She took a sip of her drink and made her way across the crowded room. 
She located Jim sitting with his clip board.  He was writing down the
details of a buxom blond who was standing with him.  When he had finished
taking her details, he handed her a card with a number on it.  As the girl
walked away, Mary stepped forward.  "Can I put my name down for the
contest?"

   The guy looked her up and down seemingly a little surprised.  "Yes,
sure, I guess you are old enough to know what you are doing.  Ever done
anything like this before?"

   "Anything like what before?  I was just told to put my name down."

   "It's for the wet t-shirt contest, darling.  You've got to show'em your
tits."

   Mary wasn't too surprised.  She had guessed it would be something like
that.  "Yes, I know.  By the way, the name's Annabelle, with an E."

   Jim took the rest of her details.  She didn't tell him the truth; well,
not altogether.  When he had finished, he handed her a number.  "Door
behind me leads to the dressing room.  Be in there by eight thirty."

   Mary made her way back to the bar and found an empty seat.  The crowd in
the room seemed to have grown.  Gangs of lads joked with each other as they
pushed to get drinks.  A couple of them tried to chat her up, but gave up
when they saw she wasn't interested.

   She was just ordering her second drink when she heard a woman's voice
beside her, "You doing the contest, luv?"

   Mary turned to see a reasonably attractive blond standing beside her. 
She was wearing a tight low cut sweater that showed off her breasts and a
short mini skirt.

   Mary nodded.  "Yes, I've got my name down.  Are you in it?"

   The girl nodded and smiled.  "Name's Rita.  What's yours?"

   "Annabelle."

   The girl looked at her.  "You're a bit posh to be doing this, aren't
you?"

   Mary smiled.  "Do I look out of place?"

   Rita shrugged.  "No, I guess anyone can enter.  The guys will like you.
They usually like a bit of class."

   "Have you done it before?" Mary inquired.

   Rita nodded.  "Yes, several times; never won; came second a couple of
times.  You have to go all the way to win; thought about it a couple of
times, but couldn't make myself do it.  They want to see every bloody
thing," she said looking round at the crowd.  "You'd think they were all
bloody gynecologists."

   Mary suddenly found herself feeling rather warm.  "Get us vodka and
lime, luv, and stick with me.  I'll show you the ropes," Rita said with a
smile.  The two of them sat and talked.  Rita was a single mum with a
couple of kids.  "I don't mind second prize," Rita said.  "It's £50, gets
the food in for the week, and pays for a few drinks." Rita looked at her
watch.  "Better get through to the dressing room.  It starts in thirty
minutes, but hang back.  You don't want to be first on.  Let some other
bird get 'em warmed up."

   Jim smiled at them as they walked past him into the dressing room. 
There were about a dozen girls in there, all of various shapes and sizes.
"Grab a locker that works.  You don't want someone nicking your gear," Rita
instructed.

   Jim came into the room with a bundle of white t-shirts on his arm.  He
went round and handed one to each of the girls.  He handed one to Rita and
then smiled as he passed one to Mary.  "Can't wait to see your tits,
darling," he said with a grin.  He placed the rest of the shirts on a
table.

   Mary felt herself reddening,

   "Glad to see you've palled up with Rita.  She is an old pro; she'll show
you the ropes." He turned to Rita and grinned.  "And no cutting the bloody
shirts till the second round." Rita smiled at him.

   When he had gone, the girls began to strip.  Mary looked around a little
nervously.

   "Strip down to your knickers, luv, and then put the T-shirt on," Rita
instructed.

   Mary did as she was instructed feeling a little self conscious
undressing in front of everyone.  Rita was soon down to her brief panties.
Mary noticed her breasts drooped slightly.  Well, she guessed that was to
be expected after a couple of children.

   "I wish I still had tits like yours," Rita commented when Mary had
removed her bra.  "Mine used to be like that, but look at 'em now after a
couple of kids have been hanging on to 'em." She cupped her breasts in her
hands and lifted them.  "If I win the lottery, first thing I'll do is get a
boob job.  Still," she shrugged, "the guys seem to like 'em."

   She slipped the white t-shirt over her head.  On the front was the
picture of a pig on a motor bike and the words Road Hog Diner.

   They stored their discarded clothes in a locker and made sure it was
secure.  Jim came back in.  Some of the girls were still in just their
panties, but he didn't seem to notice.  Mary guessed he'd seen it all
before.

   "Right, you lot listen up," he called.  "Come up when your name's
announced.  I'll have a little chat with you, ask about what you do and
what you will do with the winnings.  Then you will get wet and dance for
five minutes.  Okay, that is not too hard.  Any questions?" He looked
around.  "Okay, listen out for me to call your name."

   The girls sat around chatting while Jim, now acting as compÃ"re (master
of ceremonies), started the proceedings.  Mary heard loud cheers from the
crowd.  She wondered what it was going to feel like displaying her breasts
in front of so many strangers.  She was glad they were at least strangers.

   With the announcements made, there was a loud blast of music and the
first girl was called up on stage amid loud applause.  Mary heard the music
start up and heard the cheers and shouts from the crowd.

   "Sounds a noisy lot," she said turning to Rita.

   Rita grinned.  "Wait till you hear them in the finals.  They are really
noisy then."

   Just then the first girl came back off stage.  She was soaking wet, her
lank hair plastered to her head.  The white t-shirt now almost transparent
was clinging to her like a second skin, her breasts and nipples clearly on
display.  She grabbed a towel from a pile on a table and started to dry
herself.

   One by one the girls made their way up to the stage, and all returned
looking the same, wet and bedraggled.  At last she heard her name being
called.  She felt a slight flutter in her stomach as she made her way out
onto the stage.  She looked out; a sea of faces was looking up at her. 
"Welcome to the Road Hog, Annabelle," Jim greeted her.  "How old are you,
and what do you do for a living?" He held the microphone in front of her.

   "I'm 28 and I work in an office." She didn't think she needed to say any
more than that.

   "And you have never done this before have you?" Mary shook her head.

   "So, guys," Jim said turning to the audience, "we've got a new pair of
tits for you tonight, and if Annabelle gets through to the next round,
maybe even more, so come on, give her a big Road Hog welcome."

   There was a loud cheer from the crowd and Mary squealed as someone came
up behind her and poured a bucket of cold water over her head.  She looked
stunned for a moment and the audience laughed.  Then the music started with
a loud rock beat and she began to dance.  She could feel her nipples
hardened by the cold water rubbing against the thin material of the shirt.
She knew they were on show to everyone, bouncing and jiggling to the beat
of the music.  The enthusiasm of the crowd began to get to her and she
found she was enjoying herself.  It was exciting being partly naked in
front of so many.  She was in fact a little disappointed when the music
faded and the crowd applauded her performance wildly.

   Back down in the dressing room Rita greeted her.  "You did well; they
liked you; you should get through to the next round."

   She dried herself on a towel and wished Rita luck when it was her turn.

   After the first round, a barman came in with cans of drink for everyone,
and Jim came back stage to announce the six girls who were through to the
next round.  Both Mary and Rita had made it.

   While they sat and sipped their drinks, Rita went and got a couple more
t-shirts from a pile on the table.  She took a pair of scissors from her
hand bag, and to Mary's amazement, she began to cut and slash at them.

   She saw the look on Mary's face.  "You need to show more flesh this
time, darling, and it's a good idea to rip the shirt off completely as a
big finish.  Sometimes they are difficult to tear so slashing them works
two ways: shows the guys a little more and you can get it off without a
struggle.

   When she had finished, Mary tried it on.  It was about ten inches
shorter than last time.  Before her panties had been covered by her shirt;
now they were exposed.  She suddenly realized that if they became wet they
were not going to conceal a lot.  Also several of the slits in the shirt
exposed her breasts completely.  She shrugged when she caught sight of
herself in a mirror, and this was only the second round.

   She was third on stage just after Rita.  Rita came off stage dripping
with water and wearing just her brief panties.  She grinned at Mary. 
"There's a good crowd tonight; go and give it to them, but stay clear of
the edge of the stage.  There are some groping hands."

   This time Mary strode back on stage a little more confidently.  She was
enjoying the adoration of the crowd; it excited her that the guys were
screaming for her.  She danced well knowing that she was probably showing
them everything, for she guessed her panties were almost transparent with
the water.  She took Rita's advice and as the music ended she ripped the
t-shirt off completely and tossed it out into the crowd.  There was a
scramble for it.  She stood there in front of a hundred or so guys naked
apart from her soaked panties milking the applause like a professional
before rushing off stage.

   Downstairs, Rita greeted her.  "Sounded as though they liked you," she
smiled and passed her a fresh towel.  "You should get into the final
three."

   She was right.  Mary's name was called as one of the finalists.

   They sat together having a drink.  "Are you up for this?" Rita asked. 
You need to show everything and more if you want to win."

   Mary shrugged.  "I've got to win.  It's not the money; it's just that
I've got to win." She thought for a moment and then went on to tell Rita
about the blackmailer.

   Rita listened intently until she had finished, then she put her arm
around her.  "You poor thing."

   Mary smiled.  "It's not too bad now.  It was horrid at first.  I felt
dirty, but I'm beginning to enjoy some of the things." She grinned. 
"Actually, it's been quite fun tonight."

   She sipped on her drink and then turned to Rita.  "Look, you have to
show me how I can win this contest, and if I succeed, I'll share my
winnings with you.  As I told you, I'm not in it for the money."

   Rita's eyes lit up.  "You really mean that?" Mary nodded.

   Rita thought for a moment, and then she looked at Mary.  "Look, like I
told you at the beginning, to win this you have to be willing to go all the
way and I really mean that.  They are just a crowd of bloody perverts out
there.  They want to see everything, and I really mean everything."

   Mary looked at her new friend and nodded.  "I guessed as much.  What do
I need to do?"

   "Well, I guess you need to start by losing your knickers."

   Mary stood up and thrust down her wet panties.  She stood there naked in
front of Rita.  She nodded.  "You have a nice body.  Wait until you've had
a couple of kids.  It will be like mine." She picked up a fresh t-shirt. 
"Here, put this on."

   Mary slipped the fresh shirt on over her head.  She felt excited about
going out there without her panties on.  She knew she was going to have to
show everything this time.  She shivered with excitement at the thought.

   "Okay, you are ready to go now so let's go through the routine.  After
the chat with Jim and once you're wet, start dancing.  Give it a couple of
minutes.  Flash them; let them know you are naked under the shirt.  Mind
you, I guess most of them will have guessed by then anyway.  Then you need
to strip completely."

   Mary could now visualize herself standing completely naked in front of
all those guys.  The thought of it almost brought on an orgasm.  She
pressed her thighs together tightly.

   "After that you have about three minutes to perform, and it's up to you;
the more you let them see, the more they will like it.  Before I had the
kids, I used to strip in pubs and clubs.  And it was the same there.  If
you spread your legs and let them get a good look at your pussy, they loved
it, but even then, some wanted you to go even further.

   "Go further than that?  "Mary inquired.  "I don't understand."

   "In the trade it's called showing pink: spreading your pussy lips open,
letting them get a real eyeful."

   Mary was stunned for a moment.  Would she have to go that far to win? 
Then she remembered his voice: "Do anything you have to do, just win." Oh,
my God, she thought to herself.

   She was still thinking about what Rita had said when her name was
called. Rita shook her.  "It's your turn."

   She made her way up the stairs still in a bit of a daze after Rita's
revelation, but she managed to shake it off.  Once she was out on stage,
she felt very vulnerable without her panties on and was glad that the fresh
t-shirt was long enough to cover everything.

   A big cheer went up when she appeared accompanied by a few shouts of,
"Get it off."

   "Well, Annabelle, you've made it through to the last three," Jim said
when she reached center stage.  "Not bad for your first attempt.  Can you
win it?"

   "I can with the help of these guys," she said smiling at the audience.

   Again loud whistles and cheers went up.

   "Okay, it's over to you, Annabelle; take it away."

   One of the stage hands came over with a bucket of water and tipped it
over her.  Then the music started and she began to dance.  She remembered
what Rita had said and gave them little glimpses of her bottom, just enough
for them to realize that she was wearing nothing under the T-shirt.  When
she guessed she was about halfway through her routine, she turned her back
on the audience, stood with her legs slightly apart, and gripping hold of
the bottom of her shirt, she began to slowly peel it up her body.  The
cheers and whistles were now deafening, and the excitement was getting to
her. Her arms were raised and the whole of her body was exposed.  She
quickly drew it over her head, and then holding it to conceal her pussy,
she turned and faced them.  She couldn't believe the way she was feeling.
She could feel her heart thumping, and she was breathless with excitement.
Then with one sudden movement, she balled the wet t-shirt up and tossed it
into the crowd.  Now she had nothing to protect her body from there prying
eyes.  Her movements became more suggestive.  The more they shouted and
cheered, the more she wanted to please them.  She even moved closer to the
edge of the stage then she should have, and some of the crowd grasped for
her legs, almost causing her to fall into the crowd, but she managed to
pull herself back from the edge.

   She knew that the music was almost over now; she had to go for it if she
wanted to clinch that first prize.  She dropped down onto the floor with
her feet towards the audience.  She raised her knees and then spread her
legs; the crowd went wild.  She lay there with her legs wide apart, knowing
that every intimate detail of her was on show.  She stayed in that reveling
position until the music finished.

   The crowd went wild, whistling and cheering her as she struggled to her
feet.  Jim came over from the side of the stage.  He raised her arm. 
"Gentlemen, let's hear it for Annabelle.  Isn't she a great sport?"

   Mary stood there astonished by their loud and ongoing response.  She
waved and threw kisses to them as she at last left the stage.

   Back down in the dressing room Rita wrapped her arms around her.  "If
you haven't won tonight, there's no justice."

   With just one contestant left, Mary waited and prayed.  As she waited,
she pulled on yet another shirt, the fourth one she had worn that evening.
Again there was rapturous applause at the end of the third contestant's
performance before she too came down and joined them in the dressing room.

   One of the stage hands came down and told all three girls to go back on
stage together.  "Jim says he wants you all naked," he said.

   Mary and the first contestant were wearing t-shirts which they slipped
off before making their way up.  The other girl had not yet bothered to put
anything on as she was still drying herself.

   As the three of them appeared all naked together, there were wild
cheers. Jim introduced each one again before asking the crowd to vote for
the winner.  "So, guys," he said, "it's up to you now.  The winner is the
one who gets the loudest cheer."

   Jim held up the hand of each girl one by one and the crowd shouted,
whistled, and cheered.  Mary was second, and easily out distanced the first
girl.  Then Jim lifted the hand of the last girl.  There was a loud cheer,
with some shouting, but not nearly as much as for Mary.  It was no contest;
Mary won easily

   Back down in the dressing room, she shared her winnings, £200, with
Rita before getting dressed.  It was only when she began to get dressed
that she remembered that she had no dry panties to put on.  She shrugged.
Well, she was getting used to that by now.

   The car park was almost empty by the time she left.  All the revelers
had gone home.  Some were probably fucking their partners by now and
thinking of Annabelle; others maybe had their own cocks in their hands also
thinking of Annabelle.

   She needed to get home quickly.  She, too, had some unfinished business
to attend to.

   Blackmail Ch.  06 When Mary arrived home from the Road Hogs wet t-shirt
contest, she was in no mood for anything except satisfying her urgent
sexual needs.  It had been all she could do not to stop the car in a lay on
the way home, but after her experience the last time in the car and the
resulting photos, she could never be sure where her tormentor was going to
pop up.

   She managed to get herself to bed, and from her selection of sex toys
she selected her favorite and latest purchase, her new wonderful Future
Tech Rabbit vibrator, which she had named Roger.  She would have rather had
the real thing, but at that moment beggars couldn't be choosers and Roger
was the next best thing.

   Sometimes when her needs were urgent, Roger could be described as the
best.  Unlike some men, it never went soft, and it always did what was
required of it.  She applied a smear of lubricating cream to the end and
set the speed to low.  She almost cried out when she felt the head press
against her sensitive pussy lips.

   Gently parting the lips she eased it slowly inside enjoying the motion
as the rotating steel balls located in the shaft stimulated the walls of
her vagina.

   Now with the full seven inches of Roger inside her and the clitoral
stimulator in position to do its job, she slowly increased the speed to the
next level and began working the tool slowly in and out.  She was breathing
heavily, moving the vibrator as gently as possible against every sensitive
area.  She wanted to prolong the wonderful experience for as long as
possible.  When she felt the first waves of an orgasm building up inside
her, she stopped moving the tool and just lay there letting Roger's
vibrations pleasure her.  With her free hand she squeezed her nipple
tightly between her thumb and finger, enjoying the exquisite pain that
coursed through her body.

   She now badly needed to cum and flicked the switch to the high position.
She moaned loudly as the extra speed stimulated the oncoming orgasm.  Then
with a cry, it hit her.  She gasped, squeezing her thighs, trapping Roger
inside her as the wonderful first orgasm burst inside her.  She fell back
on the pillows gasping, the tool still jerking inside her.

   She managed to reach down and switch it off, but she left it in position
enjoying the feel of it inside her, and when she managed at last to regain
her composure, she repeated the process.  That was the first of many
orgasms that night until exhaustion and sleep overtook her.

   She awoke the following morning to feel Roger still in position.  She
couldn't resist switching him on for just one more time before reluctantly
replacing him in his box.  He would need to be cleaned later.  She slipped
out of bed and dragged herself to the shower.

   After the shower, she felt refreshed and hungry.  Sunday was usually her
day of leisure.  She slipped into some fresh undie's and eased on a wrap.
She would dress later when she decided what she was going to do.  Maybe he
would call so she didn't make any plans.

   In the kitchen, she cooked herself a full English: bacon, eggs, tomatoes
and fried bread, a meal not good for the figure, but it was her weekly
treat.

   She was on her second cup of coffee when the phone rang.  She picked it
up; it was him.  "Good morning, Mary.  How do you feel this morning?"

   "Okay, but I was exhausted after last night," she replied.  "But I'm
feeling better after a sleep."

   "You looked as though you were enjoying yourself last night.  You put on
a very revealing show; everyone loved it."

   She smiled to herself.  "Well, at least I did win."

   "Yes, and with that performance you certainly should have.  I did hear
that you shared your winnings with Rita for helping you."

   Mary gasped.  Did this guy know everything?  "You went a lot further
than I expected.  Did you find it stimulating exposing yourself like that?"
"Yes, I guess I did.  It was okay at the time, but in the cold light of
day, I think I went a bit far."

   "No, you did everything that I expected of you, and more, and because of
that I have a special treat for you next weekend.  Have you ever done any
promotional work?"

   "I've helped out at a few trade shows and exhibitions."

   "Good, that's even better.  I will send you the information in the post.
Oh, by the way, you will need to take Friday off and go down to Midchester
on Thursday evening.  I've booked you into the Travel Lodge there for two
nights.  It's a double room so why not ask Bob to go with you?  Be some
company for you and save you money on batteries." Did this guy know
everything about her?

   "I might have one more little game night for you before you go, but you
can relax for today.  You did a great job last night.  I took some
interesting pictures."

   Mary gasped.  "You didn't, no."

   "Just for my own personal pleasure.  I think you have kept your side of
the bargain so I will keep mine as long as you continue to do as you are
asked.  I'll ring you after you get the letter.  Enjoy the rest of your
day." And with that, the phone went dead.

   She rang Bob and found him at home alone.  She told him about the show
last night.

   "Wish I'd been there," he said.

   "I couldn't have done it if I'd known you were there." She went on to
tell him about the call she had received that morning.

   "Sounds interesting.  Did he say what Exhibition it was?"

   "No, he said he would send everything in the post.  Will you be able to
get time off?  It will be nice to spend a couple of nights together."

   "Shouldn't be a problem.  I've some days due to me and I'll tell her I'm
going to a weekend conference."

   They chatted for a while longer before ringing off, and she arranged to
contact him when she had the full details.

   It was Wednesday before the letter arrived.  Well, it was a large parcel
actually.  It contained a list of instructions on who to contact, the hotel
reservation, and two exhibitors passes for the exhibition, but no details
on what the event was.  It also contained a light weight belted rain coat.

   She laid the coat aside when she suddenly had an idea.  She went on the
internet, typed in a listing for the Midchester Exhibition Center, and when
it came up, she clicked on future events.  She scrolled down the menu until
she came to next weekend's date and clicked.  She gasped when the screen
came to life.

   She read the details: 5th Annual Erotic Fair, Superb Weekend Event
featuring all the main suppliers of erotic toys, clothing and fetish gear
as well as all the big porno film and DVD production companies.  Mary read
through it again.  She couldn't believe her eyes.  Her mind was already
racing, thinking about what she might be expected to do.

   She went back to the letter and read the instructions.  He explained
that she would be working for some of the suppliers and companies at the
exhibition, and he had decided that who she worked for would be left up to
her.  There was a list of six companies below from which she had to select
three options, one company for each day at the exhibition.  But to make it
more interesting she had to complete a task.  If she completed the task
satisfactorily, she could eliminate a company of her choice.  If she failed
in a task, the company was left on the list and he could then select it for
her.

   She read through the instructions again.  A bit like a TV reality show
she thought to herself.  Below the instructions was a list of companies.

   Magnus Productions, a porno film company.

   The Darker Side, a manufacturer of restraining equipment.

   Logan Promotions, the company who was hosting the event.

   Body Art, a supplier of body painting products

   Exotic Creations, fetish fancy dress and party wear.

   Intimacy Products, a supplier of massage products, creams and lotions.

   She read on through the instructions.  "I have set you three tasks to be
completed tonight.

   Tomorrow, depending on the results, you can tell me which companies you
have eliminated.  Your tasks are as follows: At one a.m.  in the morning
you are to go to the Wall Mart store in Petersfield.  I know it's a thirty
minute drive, but you shouldn't meet anyone you know there.  You will be
wearing only the coat provided.  It has a tie around belt for ease."

   "Park up in the car park, and then get out of the car and make your way
towards the entrance.  There will be two security guards on the door.  As
you make your way towards them, unfasten the belt and allow the coat to
fall open.  Walk up to them and ask directions to the dairy products and
the dry cleaners.  Explain that you urgently need some milk and have an
item that needs cleaning.  Don't attempt to adjust the coat in any way;
just let it remain open."

   "When you enter the store, you may refasten the coat.  Then take a
trolley as you make your way to the dairy products aisle at the far end of
the store and pick up a bottle of milk.  When you have done this, you must
remove the coat and place it in the trolley, then make your way down the
aisle.  You are not to rush.  Stop and examine products as you would if you
were shopping.  At the bottom of the aisle, you may put the coat back on
and make your way over to the check outs.  If there is a male assistant on
the till, unfasten the coat and let it fall open again as you did when you
entered the store.  After that, make your way to the dry cleaners.  This is
located near the entrance."

   "Explain to the assistant that you need a coat cleaning and give him the
details.  When he has taken them down, remove the coat and pass it to him.
You may then make your way back to the car.

   Complete each of these tasks to my satisfaction and you can then pick
the three companies you want to work for at the exhibition."

   Mary again read through the letter.  She slowly shook her head.  Going
through with this one was going to be bad enough, but she could also get
arrested for this little stunt.  She thought about ringing Bob, but decided
not too.  If she told him, he might turn up at the store or even want to go
with her.  It might be helpful afterwards, but she would feel happier
getting it over on her own.

   When she got home, she tried to eat something, but she was feeling
nervous and could only manage a small amount.  The evening went slowly. 
She tried to watch some TV, but she could not settle.  At eleven o'clock
she went up and showered.  Afterwards, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe
and did her hair and make up.  If she was going to be on show, she might as
well look good.

   With the make up complete, she removed the bathrobe and tried on the
coat that she had received in the parcel.  She hadn't tried it before and
she was a little dismayed to find that it was on the small size for her. 
It was okay fastened, but with the belt undone it gaped open.  She
shrugged. Well, there was nothing she could do about that now.

   She belted the coat, up picked up her purse, and made her way to the
car. Thirty minutes later found her pulling into Wall Mart's car park.  She
glanced around and was pleased to see that there were only a few cars
there, and she managed to park fairly close to the entrance.

   She looked towards the entrance and saw the two security guards.  He
certainly had his facts right, she thought to herself.  She glanced at her
watch.  It was just before one a.m..  Well, at least she was on time.

   She stepped out of the car, locked it, and began to walk towards the
entrance.  At about twenty yards away, she unfastened the coat.  She
shivered slightly as she felt the cool night air on her exposed body.  She
saw the security men looking at her as she approached.  She realized that
her pussy was on open display, but at least for the moment her breasts had
remained covered.

   "I need the dairy section and the dry cleaners," she said, stopping
before the guards.  She noticed where both pair of eyes were looking and
immediately felt the excitement she had began to experience every time she
exposed herself to a stranger

   "The dairy products are over there," one of the guards said, pointing
vaguely in the direction of the dairy aisle after dragging his eyes off her
exposed pussy.  "And the dry cleaners are by the entrance just inside."

   Mary thanked the two men, and with slightly shaking legs, she made her
way into the store refastening her coat as she did so.  She was pleased to
see that the store was almost empty.

   Only a few late night customers were pushing trolleys around the aisles.
She picked up a small trolley and made her way over towards the dairy
section.  She smiled at the few customers who glanced up from their
shopping at the attractive woman in the tightly belted coat.  When she
reached the dairy section, she picked up a bottle of milk and placed it in
the trolley.  She glanced around; there was no one on the aisle.  She
quickly slipped out of the coat and placed it in the trolley.  She felt
suddenly exposed now that she was naked under the bright lights of the
store.

   She wanted to dash down the aisle and get it over with, but she knew the
rules.  Slowly she began to make her way down the aisle, stopping from time
to time to pick up a product and examine it.  She was half way down when to
her shock a shopper came into view.  He was an older guy, around fifty or
so.  He gave her a cursory glance then looked again when he realized that
she was naked.  He stopped and watched as she walked towards him.  It was
quite a while since he had seen such an attractive sight.

   "Wonderful, my dear; you look absolutely wonderful." Mary felt herself
blushing slightly.

   Mary continued on past him knowing that his eyes were still on her. 
Suddenly another trolley came into view, this time pushed by a middle aged
couple.  The guy's eyes lit up when he saw her, and the woman looked at him
angrily.  "I can see why you wanted to come here at this time in the
morning.  Did you know about this?  Is it a stunt?" she heard her say.  The
guy shook his head trying to make excuses, but not taking his eyes off Mary
for a moment.

   "Dirty little slut," she heard the woman say as she passed them.

   "You should try it yourself; might put some excitement back into our
marriage."

   The woman huffed.  "That's just the sort of comment I expected from
you."

   At last she reached the end of the aisle without any more incidents. 
She slipped the coat back on and made her way towards the check out.  She
saw at once there was a male assistant on the check out.  In fact every
check out was manned by a guy.  She picked the best looking one, a college
type who was doing the night job to work his way through college.  A small
badge on his shirt told her his name was Gavin.

   As she stepped up to the check out, she undid the belt; the coat gaped,
and so did the guy's mouth.  "Fucking hell, you're naked," the young guy
gasped.  Then he held his hand to his mouth.  "I'm sorry, err, Miss.  It's
just......  Well, it's not every day that you see ......  Well, you know."

   Mary smiled, feeling a little sorry for the guy.  "It's okay, Gavin. 
I'm doing it for a bet; my boyfriend put me up to it."

   "You are very beautiful, and you have a lot of guts to do something like
this."

   Gavin at last dragged his eyes away from her body and swiped the milk
through the check out.  She paid him, smiled, and began to make her way
over to where the dry cleaners were located.  She glanced back and found
him still looking at her.

   At the cleaning desk, she followed the instructions.  She gave the
assistant her details, and then to the obvious amazement and delight of the
guy at the desk, she removed the coat and passed it to him.

   He took the coat with shaking hands.  "Are you sure about this?" he
asked with some hesitation in his voice.  Mary nodded, took the offered
ticket from him, and turned to make her way to the entrance.

   Between her and the entrance, several customers had stopped and were
looking in her direction.  It was not often that you get a completely naked
shopper.  The two security guards were also just inside the entrance,
keeping an eye on things.  At the moment it was her things they were
keeping an eye on.

   She looked down the store towards the check outs.  All the staff and
customers were watching; she waved to Gavin, smiled at the two guards, and
made her way to the car park.  She wanted to run, but she knew this was not
in the rules.  At last, thankfully, she was at her car.  She quickly got
in, and with another wave towards the security guards, she drove away.

   At this stage she couldn't resist pushing her fingers down between her
thighs, and she wasn't surprised the find her pussy leaking.  She slipped a
finger into the warm wetness and groaned.  She needed to get home where
Roger would be waiting for her.

   As she drove naked through the darkened streets, she wondered when he
would ring.  Hopefully not tonight.  She needed time to herself.  In the
next chapter Bob and Mary go down to Midchester for her next revealing
challenge at the Erotic fair.

   Blackmail Ch.  07 Luckily our hero didn't get her phone call that
morning after she got home and Roger got an uninterrupted work out. 
Problem was she overlaid and was an hour late for work.  Thankfully nobody
said anything and it was noon before she got a call from you know who.

   "Nice show last night.  Everyone at the store thanks you."

   She smiled.  This guy seemed to be able to set anything up.  She guessed
that's why she hadn't been challenged.

   "Well, you completed your tasks and so you get to choose who you want to
work for at the exhibition.  Have you decided?"

   She took the list from her desk draw and scanned it.  She had a general
idea.  "Yes, I think so; do you want to know now?"

   "Yes, I need to fix things up with the people down there."

   "Well," she said studying the list, "I think I want to forget about the
first two.  Don't fancy doing a porno movie; well, not in public anyway,
and I'm not into BDSM so we'll forget about The Darker Side.  So any of the
other four; I'll leave that choice up to you."

   "Okay, that's fine, I'll get things sorted.  The show starts at ten a.m.
on Friday so you need to be there by eight thirty at the latest.  Just make
yourself known to Jerry at Logan Promotions.  They will have all the
details."

   Bob picked her up at her apartment after work on Friday and they drove
the 80 miles down to Midchester.  They chatted on the way down about the
blackmail, and Mary had to admit to Bob that she was actually beginning to
enjoy the tasks she had been set.  "I was so scared at first, but now it
just makes me so horney when strangers see me naked." Bob grinned.  "I hope
I'm going to get to see a lot more of you this weekend."

   Mary laughed.  "I'm sure you will.  I've no idea what's been arranged,
but I guess it will mean me taking my kit off at some point."

   They found the Travel Lodge easily, and after booking in, Bob took her
out for a meal.  As she ate her meal, she looked across the table at her
good looking partner.  It would be nice to go to bed with him for a change
instead of doing it over the office desk.

   Back at the hotel, Bob asked if he could undress her.  She smiled.  "I
think that would be very nice." She stood there facing him as he lovingly
removed each article of clothing, kissing her between each item.  He
unfastened her bra and slipped it off; he cradled her large firm breasts in
his hands, rubbing his thumbs across the hardening nipples.  Then he
dropped down onto his knees and slowly peeled down her brief thong.  With
her bare pussy exposed, he leaned forward and ran his tongue up the exposed
length of her cleft.  She groaned.

   Roger had been a useful friend, but tonight it was going to be the real
thing.  She parted her legs to allow him more access and pressed his head
between her thighs.  He pulled away and smiled at her.  She sat down on the
bed and watched as he undressed; then they slipped into bed together.  It
was nice to feel his naked body pressing against her's under the covers. 
Their hands explored each other's bodies intimately.

   Then he rolled her onto her back; she spread her legs and he eased
himself between them.  With little effort he located her moist warm
entrance.  Slowly and teasingly he thrust into her inch by inch until he
was fully engulfed in the warm tightness of her love tunnel.  Mary laid
back, her eyes closed.  No matter how good Roger was, he was no match for
this.  Bob was a good lover and he didn't lack stamina.  She lost count of
the number of times he brought her to an orgasm.  In the end, tiredness and
fatigue overtook them, and they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

   It was seven when the alarm woke them.  Mary briefly kissed Bob.  He
reached out and grabbed for her breasts.  She pushed him away laughing. 
"We'll have plenty of time for that later.  I need a shower and some
breakfast, and we have to be at the exhibition center in just over an
hour."

   They managed to make it just five minutes late.  Bob had dropped her off
at the entrance while he parked the car, saying he would contact her later.
She showed her pass to the security guard and he gave her directions to the
Logan Promotions office in the foyer.  Inside, the girl at the desk took
her name and picked up a phone.  Moments later a good looking guy with long
dark hair came through into reception.

   He held out his hand, smiling.  "I'm Jerry.  Are you Annabelle, or is it
Mary?"

   "It's Mary, actually.  I just use Annabelle for business."

   "That's fine.  We'll call you Annabelle.  Would you like to come
through?"

   He led her through into another office.  There was already someone
there:an attractive red head with a stunning figure.

   "This is Gina.  You two will be working together."

   The two girls smiled at each other,

   "Right, let's get down to business," Jerry said, glancing at his watch.
"I've lots to do and we open in just over an hour." He smiled at Mary.

   "I see from the letter that was sent to me that you have chosen to work
for four of our companies; that's good.  I've worked a schedule out for
today, but I may revise it for tomorrow.  Today is important.  It's
business people only so they have to be looked after: drinks when they
arrive and luncheon buffets and so forth."

   The phone suddenly rang.  Jerry picked it up and listened.  "Give me ten
minutes," he said.  "I'll be out."

   "He turned back to Mary.  Things always get hectic around this time." He
grinned.  "But that's what running one of these events is all about." He
picked up a sheet of paper from his desk and looked at it.  "I've put you
down to work for me for the first two hours meeting and greeting the
guests, and handing out the welcome packs.  Then after you take your lunch
break between twelve and one, I will need you to help out in the buffet
reception for an hour."

   "Two till five I've put you in with the Body Art people.  Then I will
need you back here for an hour.  We are expecting quite a few to come in
after business hours.  As soon as things slow down, you can take a break,
and afterwards go over to Intimacy Products and stop there until things
slow down." He handed the sheet of paper to her.  "It's all laid out on
here so you don't get confused."

   He turned and looked over at Gina." You've done it before so I'm sure
you can help Annabelle out with any problems."

   Gina nodded.  "Sure, Jerry, just leave things to me."

   He smiled, then got up.  "Go and get yourselves a coffee, and be on the
door for nine forty five.  Oh, and by the way, I've got name tags for you."
He picked up two name tags on ribbons and passed them over to the girls. 
"I've had ribbons put on them so you can hang them around your neck as you
won't have anywhere to pin them."

   With that he smiled and rushed out.  Mary looked at Gina.  "What did he
mean about not having anywhere to pin them?"

   Gina smiled.  "Well, we won't.  We'll be naked: well, apart from our
shoes and I don't think the guys will be looking down there."

   "Naked!" Mary exclaimed.  "What, on reception?"

   Gina grinned.  "Didn't they tell you?  Most of the jobs you have to do
here you have to be naked.  You get used to it.  It can be a little scary
at first..  But you meet some nice people, and they've seen it all before.
The public days are worse.  You sometimes get a little horse play, and some
of the guys can go a little too far, but security is always on hand, and no
one wants to be chucked out."

   She stood up and hung her name tag around her neck.  "Let's go and get a
drink.  We won't get another until lunch time."

   Mary followed her to the refreshment area in the centre of the big hall.
Around them exhibitors were putting the last minute touches to their
display stands.  There was already a sprinkling of bikini clad girls around
the stands, and even a couple of completely nude ones on one stand.  Gina
showed her name badge to the assistant behind the bar and ordered two large
coffees.  Then they found a spot at an empty table.  "I guess you haven't
done anything like this before," Gina stated.

   Mary shrugged her shoulders.  "Well, not actually like this, but I have
appeared naked in public several times."

   "Just don't let it worry you.  You look as though you have a good body,
and that's nothing to be ashamed of.  Let the guys enjoy it.  In an hour
you'll wonder what you were worrying about."

   They finished their coffee and made their way back to the Logan
Promotions office.  Gina showed Mary into a small locker room.  "We change
in here; find yourself an empty locker."

   Mary selected an empty locker and watched as Gina began to undress. 
Feeling a little self conscious, she began to follow suit.  Soon Gina was
completely naked.  She had a firm slim body with wide hips and
extraordinarily firm high breasts.  She saw Mary looking and cupped them in
her hands.  "The best medical science could offer," she said with a grin.
"I had them done last year."

   Mary smiled.  "They look wonderful.

   "Here, feel," Gina said walking over and taking Mary's hand and placing
it on her breast.

   Mary nodded.  They felt quite normal; maybe a little firmer than her
own.

   She smiled.  "They feel nice."

   "And they are quite sensitive," Gina said rubbing her nipple in a
circular motion with her finger and causing it to become quite erect.

   Mary finished undressing and Gina looked her over.  "You have a
wonderful body; you should be proud of it."

   Mary felt a little self conscious because of Gina's comments.

   Gina took two pairs of gold strappy heels from her locker.  "You're a
five, aren't you?" she said checking the size of a pair and handing them to
Mary.  "Present from Jerry," she said with a smile.

   Mary slipped her feet into them.  Then she hung her name tag around her
neck and looked at Gina.

   "You ready?" Gina asked, glancing at her small wrist watch.

   "As ready as I'll ever be."

   "Okay," Gina said, "let's get to it."

   It felt really strange to Mary walking out into the office with no
clothes on.

   The receptionist looked up and smiled.  "You two off then?" she said
with a smile.  "Enjoy yourselves."

   Gina pushed open the door and walked into the foyer.  There were several
people about.  Some gave them a glance, but nobody seemed concerned that
they were naked.  Gina showed her over to the reception desk.  Mary smiled
when she saw it was glass.  There would be no point in trying to hide
herself behind that.

   Gina showed her how to register people and give them their goodies bag.
Then they sat back and waited for the doors to open.

   At ten am precisely the people started coming in and forming a queue at
the desk.  Some who had already pre-registered Gina scanned and they passed
straight through.  She handed them their goody bag with a smile.  Mary
dealt efficiently with the others: booking them in, issuing their badges,
and giving them their bags.  It was quite a quick process.  Some made nice
comments to her, but after fifteen minutes or so she seemed to forget that
she was naked.  It was not until she looked up and found Bob standing at
the desk that is struck her.

   "Like your working clothes," he said with a wide grin.

   At that point Mary became self conscious of her nakedness.  She blushed
slightly, and felt conscious of other people looking at her.

   She wrote out his details, and passed him a badge and a bag.  "I get off
at twelve.  I'll see you then.  Now get lost; you make me feel nervous."

   He smiled and walked away.

   After the initial rush, things slowed down.  People still drifted in,
but it was easier to deal with them.  Several wanted their pictures taken
with the two attractive receptionists.  At one stage Mary had to stand with
a group of Japanese gentlemen while each of them took pictures of her.

   At around noon, the receptionist from Jerry's office came out.  "You two
want to get a break before the lunch buffet?" she asked.

   Gina nodded.  "I guess so.  It's the only chance we'll get.  Then she
looked at the receptionist and smiled.  "Aren't you going to strip?"

   The girl shook her head and laughed.  "No, not me.  That's not part of
my contract.  They'll have to accept me as I am."

   Gina looked at Mary.  "Do you want to dress, or go as we are?" "I don't
know.  What do you usually do?"

   "Well, I go like this.  Seems little point in getting dressed just to
take them off again in an hour."

   Mary had to agree.  She'd been standing around naked greeting people for
a couple of hours, and she'd become quite used to people seeing her without
her clothes.

   "Okay, let's go like this.  It's just that I said I'd meet up with the
guy I'm staying with.  Not sure how he will feel about me meeting him
naked." Gina laughed.  "He will probably think it's his lucky day."

   The restaurant wasn't too crowded.  Men were sitting around doing
business and making deals.  Some looked up as the two girls walked in;
others seemed to take no notice.  In this business, nakedness was all part
of the scene.

   Gina ordered some food and drinks and they found an empty table.  Soon
Bob arrived.  Mary introduced him to Gina.  She saw his eyes go down to her
large firm breasts, and she felt a slight pang of jealousy.

   They sat and chatted about the morning, and he told them about the
exhibition.  To Mary it felt a little strange to be sitting there with Bob
and Gina and herself naked.  But Bob seemed to be enjoying the experience.

   After lunch they made there way to the restaurant where the buffet was
being served.  Jerry met up with them.  "You two did a good job this
morning," he said.  "Got lots of good feed back; just circulate among the
guests; keep their glasses filled up and chat with them."

   It was an easy task and Mary was becoming more confident with her
nakedness.  She enjoyed chatting with the guests, and she was more than

   happy to be photographed with them, but she still got a thrill when she
caught them looking at her.

   After an hour everyone started drifting away.  Gina came over.  "I think
we've just about finished here for now.  I'm going back on the door and you
are off to Body Art."

   Mary nodded.  "Can you tell me where it is?"

   Mary gave her directions and she found it easily.  On the stand, a
youngish guy was chatting to some customers.  He looked over and smiled at
her.  He excused himself from the customers and came over, glancing at her
name tag.  "So you are Annabelle?" he said.  "I'm Chris and I'm very
pleased to meet you." Mary felt him look over her body.  He nodded.  "You
are very attractive.  I'm sure we will work well together.  Just make
yourself at home.  I will be back with you in a minute"

   Mary wandered around the stand looking at the products and information
on show.  Chris returned after a few minutes.  "Have you ever had your body
painted?" he asked.

   Mary shook her head.  "No, it's one of the experiences I've missed out
on.  I've seen it in pictures and on the screen, but I've never gone in for
it."

   "Well, now that you are here, I have a couple of demonstrations planned.
Is that okay with you?"

   Mary shrugged.  "That's fine.  I'm here to help."

   He smiled, "That's great.  The first group should be here in about
fifteen minutes."

   Before long, people started arriving.  Chris greeted them, introduced
them to Mary, and passed around drinks.  When everyone was there, he
started telling them about the products and how they should be applied.  He
went on about how they would stay and not be dissolved and smeared by body
sweat.

   He then asked Mary to step forward.  He helped her up onto a small
pedestal so that she could be seen by everyone.  Mary felt more exposed
than she had all morning.  No one had seemed to take any real notice of her
while in reception, but now standing up here on the pedestal she felt
totally exposed and vulnerable.

   She jumped a little when Chris first started applying the body paint. 
It was cold and the brush tickled her slightly.  Everyone looked on with
interest as he went to work.  He explained the methods as he worked, and
showed them how to finish off areas with the small air powered brush.  She
felt particularly aroused when he worked on her more intimate areas.  The
areas around her nipples caused her to bite her lip to stop herself from
crying out, and when he started applying paint around her pussy, she began
to breathe a little more heavily and clutch her hands much to the amusement
of some of the crowd.

   At last he had finished, and he stood back.  The small crowd applauded.
He turned her around to face a long mirror that was placed so that the
people watching could see both sides of her body.  Mary gasped.  She looked
quite erotic.  He had painted sexy undie's on her: a half cup bra and a
brief thong.  She smiled.  He was very good at his job.

   "Now to remove it, all we need is this cream," he said holding up a jar.
He unscrewed the top and dipped his hand in.  Then he stepped over and
smeared it across Mary's body.  Mary began to feel excited as he worked it
into the painted areas of her breasts and her pussy.  She tensed herself as
she felt his hands massage her breasts, and then she gasped as he worked
between her thighs, his fingers brushing up against her pussy lips.  He
smiled up at her.  "Most of my models like this part of the show," he said
with a grin.

   He passed her some paper towels, and told her to wipe off the surplus
cream.  To everyone's surprise, all the paint came off with it leaving her
body clean and slightly damp.  He passed her a towel to dry herself with,
and then he turned back to the group.  "If any of you wish to try your
hand, I'm sure Annabelle will be more than willing to oblige."

   Several men stepped forward.  Chris pulled out a lightweight massage
table.  He looked over at Mary.  "I think it would be better if you were to
lie down on this.  Then more people will be able to get around you."

   Mary stepped forward and eased herself up onto the table.  She lay back
and Chris placed a pillow under her head for comfort.  Then he supplied
everyone with a pot of paint and a brush.

   It was a weird sensation.  There were about eight men sitting around
her, and when they began to touch her, she almost cried out.  It seemed
that all of them wanted to apply their paint to her most intimate parts. 
She began to squirm on the massage table as their brushes teased her
nipples and worked there way over her pubic mound and between her thighs.
One even found its way between her pussy lips, and the guy smiled at her
discomfort as he worked the brush up inside her.  Chris stood and watched,
a slight smile on his face, as she was decorated by the eight amateur
artists.  When they were done, he photographed them standing around their
masterpiece.

   He then handed them the removal cream, and Mary had to lie there as
cream covered hands took even more liberties with her body.  She felt
herself becoming seriously aroused, and was even slightly disappointed when
Chris at last called a halt to the proceedings and passed her a towel to
clean herself up with.  Before the men left, they thanked her for her
cooperation, and for being such a good sport.

   When they had gone, Chris came over to her.  "How do you feel?" he asked
with a slight smile.

   "I feel okay now although it was a little unnerving at the time having
all those guys touching me.  When you called a halt, part of me wanted them
to go on, but if they had, I think I would have made a fool of myself."

   "They all seemed to enjoy their experience, but I guess they would have
enjoyed it even more if they had made you orgasm."

   Mary felt herself redden.  "I was almost there; a few more minutes
and....." She shook her head.

   "Well, we have another session later," Chris said with a grin.  "Maybe
then."

   Chris sent out for some more drinks and Mary sat and watched as he
chatted with customers.  She thought about the next session and what Chris
had said.  Could she really lie there and let a group of strangers use her
body, invade her most intimate parts, and make her cum in front of
everyone? She shuddered at the thought.  But that's what did happen.  The
second demonstration followed the same lines as the first.  Chris did his
demonstration.  Then he cleaned her with the cream.  She noticed that even
his hands were a little more invasive this time, lingering longer around
her pussy area.  Then it was the turn of the group to try out their
handiwork on her.  First the painting, and then the cream to clean it off.

   She was already somewhat aroused by Chris's earlier actions, and she
groaned as hands massaged the cream into her breasts.  She felt hands
pushing between her thighs.  She began to want them to touch her so she
spread her legs.  This was an invitation to go further, and she gasped and
clutched onto the table as she felt fingers slide into her pussy
stimulating her G spot and manipulating her clit.

   She began to groan, thrusting her pelvis towards the invading fingers,
encouraging them.  She felt her orgasm building, and when it came, she fell
back, gasping, her eyes closed.  She lay there.  She could hear voices. 
Then someone was wiping her face with a towel.  She opened her eyes.  It
was Chris.  He smiled at her.  "You okay?" he asked.

   She nodded.  "I am now," she said with a smile as she struggled to sit
up.  She was pleased to see that everyone had gone.  She was not sure that
she could have faced them.

   He passed her a towel.  "You had better clean up.  It's almost five. 
Jerry said he wanted you back by then."

   Mary slipped off the table and wiped herself down with the towel.  She
could do with a shower, but she knew she didn't have time.  She was
supposed to take Gina off the door at five.

   She was still a little flushed when she arrived back at the door.  Gina
smiled.  "And what have you been up to, young lady?  As if I didn't know.
You have been on Body Art, haven't you?  I did it last year, and I got
talked into it as well."

   It was quiet on the door.  Only a few new people were entering.  The
security guys came and told her they would be taking their break while it
was quiet.  She was pleased to see Bob when he came and stood with her. 
"I'm getting used to seeing you naked," he said with a grin.  "I think it
ought to be your compulsory dress in the office."

   Mary smiled.  "You would never get any work done."

   "So what?" he said with a grin.  "But it would be great fun."

   When the security guys returned from their break, they said they would
be taking over the door now as not many more would be coming in.  Mary
thanked them and turned to Bob.  "It's my break now for an hour.  What we
are going to do?  Do you want to go for something to eat?"

   Bob looked at her.  "There's something I'd rather do.  Seeing you naked
in front of all these guys is having an effect on me.  Can we find
somewhere quiet?  I've a problem I'd like you to solve for me," he said
rubbing his hand along the bulge in his pants.

   Mary smiled.  "I'm sure we can find somewhere."

   She walked across to the door of Jordon Promotions and opened it.  The
office was empty as the receptionist had left.  She beckoned Bob across and
went in.  She closed the door behind them and dropped the latch.

   "Over the desk or on the floor?" she asked.

   "I don't care as long as I can get rid of this boner."

   She smiled, and moved over to the desk, leaning over it, pushing out her
bottom.  She looked over her shoulder and smiled.  "How's this for you?"
Bob smiled, running his hand lovingly over the smooth twin globes of her
arse.  "That's just what the doctor ordered."

   "Okay, less talk and more action; this is my tea break."

   Bob obliged, gripping her thighs and thrusting his rigid pole deep into
her body in one lunge.  She cried out at the wonderful surge of pain.  He
must have been in a high state of arousal as she had never known him to
come so fast,

   He apologized to her profusely.  She smiled, kissed him, and told him
not too worry; they were both having a strange day.  Afterwards, they
cuddled and kissed and she worked on him with her hands till he was ready
again.  This time it was far more pleasurable for both of them.

   She smiled when he took her in his arms and thanked her.  "I hope you
have saved something for later," she said with a grin.

   She had just time to take a shower and get herself sorted out before
making her way to the Intimacy Products Stand.  It was still a little
strange to be walking around naked, but she did have three days of this,
and she guessed that by Sunday it was going to be feeling quite natural. 
What amused her was that the people around her did not seem to be
concerned. Some looked at her; others smiled; some seemed to take no notice
at all as though it were quite normal for an attractive woman to walk
around naked.

   Intimacy Products supplied every requirement to both budding and
professional masseurs and masseuses: from massage benches and tables
through to creams, oils and potions.  Well, this was what Phillip, who was
managing the stand, told her when she introduced herself to him as his
assistant for the evening.  It was a large stand with its own massage suite
where customers could sit comfortably and view demonstrations given by the
company's own trained masseurs.

   "That's where I'd like you to help out," Phillip said.  "It means that
you will only have to lie there and receive a full body massage by one of
our highly qualified masseurs while he explains his techniques and shows
the range of products available."

   Mary smiled to herself remembering the fumbling massage she had received
from the customers on the body Painting stand.  Was this going to be more
of the same?  Or was this going to be another fresh experience for her?

   Just then a well built good looking guy in a crisp white uniform stepped
onto the stand.  Phillip smiled at him.  "This is Jason.  He will be giving
tonight's demonstration."

   Mary saw Jason's eyes take in her body before he held out his hand and
clasped hers in a firm grip.  "Beautiful looking lady," he said.  "It's
going to be nice working with you."

   "I'll leave you two to sort things out.  The first group of people will
be arriving soon."

   Jason led Mary through into the massage suite.  "You ever had a massage
before?"

   "Not by a professional; had some guys work on me," she said with a grin.
"But I guess that's not the same."

   Jason smiled and shook his head.  "You worked here before?  Not for us;
I mean the Erotic Fair?"

   Mary again shook her head.  "No, this is the first time."

   Jason looked at her.  "How do you feel about walking around the place
naked?"

   Mary shrugged.  "I felt a little uneasy at first, but I'm getting used
to it now.  Today no one really seemed to notice, but I guess tomorrow
might be different when the general public is let in."

   Jason nodded.  "I guess you might be right, but on to tonight.  When we
get everyone in, I'll be talking to them and massaging you, using different
oils and creams.  Is that okay?"

   Mary nodded.  "I guess that's what I'm here for," she said with a smile.


   "There is one product I need to warn you about," he said picking up a
small jar containing what looked like red oil.  "This is called Stimulation
and it is a product we have developed ourselves.  When applied it causes a
heightening of sensation in the areas it's used on."

   Hr unscrewed the top off the jar and dipped a finger in.  "If I may," he
said, indicating her breast.  Mary shrugged and nodded.  He lightly applied
the oil around her nipple.

   Almost instantly Mary felt a not unpleasant tingling sensation, and she
could feel her nipple rising to the occasion.  She clasped her hand to her
breast.  "My God, that feels wonderful," she said, a big smile on her face.
Jason smiled.  "It's expensive to buy, but you only need a small quantity,
and it really heightens the sensations.  It's one of the products I
demonstrate to the customers.  How do you feel about it?"

   Mary smiled, still slowly caressing her breast.  "I feel okay.  I don't
mind at all.  In fact, I can't wait."

   Jason nodded.  "That's good.  Now I'd like you to wrap yourself in a
towel before we start.  Makes it much more interesting for the customer; a
little teasing goes a long way."

   Mary sat at the side of the room and watched as the customers for the
first demonstration filed in.  When everyone was settled, Jason introduced
himself and passed around a welcome package to each customer containing
information and samples.

   Then he introduced Mary.  "Gentlemen, this is the young lady who is
going to help me with the demonstration this afternoon." There were a few
nods and a polite applause.

   "If you would remove your towel and lay yourself on the bed," he said.

   Mary slipped the knot undone and unwound the towel from her body.

   Although she had spent most of the day naked, exposing herself like this
felt quite exciting.  She let the towel drop to the floor and allowed Jason
to assist her up onto the bed.  To start he instructed her to lie face
down. As Jason explained the methods of massage to the group, Mary enjoyed
the feeling of his strong hands stroking up her legs and working the oils
into her back.

   After a while, he asked her to turn onto her back, and he then spoke
about the special oils that his company produced.  "These oils, "he
explained, "can be used to heighten the sensations when applied to the
body: the more sensitive the area, the more the effect will be.  If you
would all like to come forward and gather around the table, I will
demonstrate." Mary began to feel a little uncomfortable with the men
standing so close around her.  Jason smiled, and dipped his finger into the
small jar of oil.  Mary held her breath as she felt the fist touch on her
nipple.  This time he treated both of them.  It took only moments for the
oil to work.  She let out a groan as her nipples seemed to come alive.

   "You can now see the nipple swelling and becoming erect," Jason
explained.  "When it's like this, it only needs the slightest touch to give
the patient or lover extreme pleasure."

   To demonstrate, he pinched one of Mary's nipples very gently between his
thumb and finger.  Mary groaned even louder and her body jerked on the bed
causing her breasts to jiggle deliciously much to the amusement of the
group.

   Afterwards, Phillip came in and told her that Jason's first
demonstration had gone very well, and he had received lots of orders,
especially for the new sensation oil.

   Mary smiled.  "I'm not surprised," she said, gently rubbing her finger
over her still tingling nipples.  "I wouldn't mind a jar of that myself,"
she said with a grin.

   Phillip smiled.  "I'm sure we can fit you up with a few samples before
you leave."

   The second demonstration went as well as the first, and this time she
couldn't wait for the oil to be applied to her breasts.  She held her
breath as Jason applied it, and then waited for the wonderful sensation. 
Mary was still lying on the massage couch as the last group filed out.  She
was still caressing her breasts and pulling on her still erect nipples. 
Jason smiled at her.  "You enjoy that, don't you?" he said with a slight
smile.

   Mary nodded.  "I can't believe what it does, and it's wonderful."

   "It works its magic in other places, too," he said, his eyes dropping
down to her exposed pussy.

   Mary reddened slightly.

   "Would you like to try it now we are alone?"

   She looked at him and ran a wet tongue nervously over her lips.  "I
shouldn't, but......"

   "You know you want to."

   Just then Phillip came in, smiling.  "You two are doing very well.  I've
got several large orders." Then he looked at them realizing he had
interrupted something.  "Sorry, was I interrupting something?"

   Jason shook his head.  "No, Mary was considering trying another little
experiment with the sensation oil."

   Phillip grinned.  "On your head be it if you do," he said shaking his
head and looking at Mary.

   "Well?" Jason said, questioningly

   Mary nodded.  "I've really got to try it," she said, and she lay back on
the massage table.

   Phillip smiled and walked around to the head of the table.  "Lift your
arms above your head, Mary.  I'm going to hold on to them.  When the oil
begins to work, you will want to touch yourself; preventing that will
heighten the experience."

   Obediently she raised her arms and Phillip grabbed her wrists.

   "Okay?" said Jason, looking down at her.

   Mary nodded.  "As well as I can be."

   "Okay, now raise your knees slightly and open your legs."

   Mary followed his instructions, feeling excited and expectant, even a
little brazen displaying herself like this.  She bit her lip as she saw
Jason dip his finger into the pot.  Then she closed her eyes tightly and
her body went rigid.  She felt him gently part her outer lips, and then his
finger was wiping over the inner folds.  For a moment nothing happened. 
Then suddenly she cried out, her body almost lifting from the table.  If it
hadn't been for Phillip holding her wrists, she would have fallen off.

   She began groaning and crying out, writhing on the table as exquisite
spasms coursed through her body.  It was as though her pussy was on fire.
She felt herself orgasm, and moments later it came again.  She was bathed
in perspiration.  She tried to pull her hands from Phillip's grip; she
needed to touch herself, but he held her tight.

   "Touch me, please," she said pleadingly looking up at Jason.  "I need to
feel someone touching me." She groaned again as Jason obliged, rubbing his
fingers over her gushing pussy.  "Inside, inside," she pleaded.

   Jason thrust his finger deeply into her wet hole.  She cried out again
as this spread the oil deeper onto her love tunnel.  She gripped her thighs
together, trapping his hand.

   She looked at him, perspiration dripping down her face.  "Fuck me,
Jason, please fuck me," she pleaded.

   Jason smiled.  "You really want me too?"

   She nodded urgently.

   She saw Jason smile at Phillip who was still holding on to her wrists.
Then he unfastened the white pants and stepped out of them.  She looked
hungrily at his already erect cock as he climbed up onto the bed.  He eased
her legs apart and positioned himself between them.  He rubbed his stiff
cock up against her wet pussy lips.

   "Do me now, you bastard!  Stick it in me; fuck me!  Please fuck me."
Jason obliged, sliding into her body.  The sensation was wonderful.  The
residue of the oil was still there causing him to experience the sensation
as well.  He sank deep into her and she groaned.

   "Thank you, thank you, you wonderful man.  Now fuck me hard."

   Jason obliged, while at the head of the table Phillip had released her
hands and began to caress her breasts, rubbing the nipples between his
fingers.  He watched Jason plunging into their attractive young assistant.
He felt the hardness of his own cock rubbing against the wooden sides of
the massage table.  Was he going to get the opportunity to experience the
delights of Mary's attractive body?

   He shouldn't have worried.  At the moment, Mary's needs were insatiable,
and she made no objection when he replaced Jason between her thighs.  Mary
had no idea how long the session went on.  The two guys just used her body,
and she willingly allowed them to.  She was exhausted and extremely
satisfied by the time they all called it a day.

   Afterwards, they helped her clean herself up.  She wrapped herself in a
towel.  Outside, the place had emptied.  Only a few stands were still
occupied.  Others were closed and dark.  Phillip thanked her for her help,
and she smiled when she kissed them both.  "I think it's me who ought to
thank you," she said with a smile.

   She made her way through the almost empty hall back to the Logan
Promotions office.  Gina was already dressed and chatting with Jerry.  He
smiled when she came in.  "Everything okay?"

   She smiled.  "Yes, it's been a very interesting day."

   She slipped the towel off and started to get dressed.  This was only day
one of three and she wondered what tomorrow would bring.



   Blackmail Ch.  08

   After she had changed, she found Bob waiting for her in the car just
outside reception.

   "Well, what sort of day has it been?" he asked as she settled into the
car.

   "Interesting.  I hope you have found plenty to interest you.  It's been
a long day."

   "How can any guy not be interested in a place like that?  It's like
letting a kid free in a candy store."

   They drove back to the hotel and decided to find somewhere to eat
outside the hotel.

   "I could just fancy an Indian," Mary said.  "How about you?"

   Bob grinned.  "After seeing all that pussy all day, I could just fancy
yours before we go out.  It would make a very appetizing starter to any
meal."

   Mary laughed, but she was wondering if she would be able to take Bob on
so soon after Jason and Phillip.  In fact, she could still feel their
juices seeping from her pussy as she had not had a chance to shower at the
center.

   They arrived back at the hotel, and as soon as they got to their room,
Bob took her in his arms.  They kissed; she began to panic; she needed to
shower.  If he started trying to make love and he touched her down there,
he would soon realize what she had been up to.  "Look, "she said, trying to
pry herself from his arms, "let me go and get cleaned up.  It's been a long
and tiring day."

   Reluctantly he let her go, and she scurried to the bathroom.  He had to
agree she would taste a lot better after a shower when she was all pink and
warm.

   In the bath room Mary quickly removed her clothes and tossed them in the
dirty linen basket.  She turned on the shower and stepped under the
stinging spray.  She was relieved that she had made it before Bob had
discovered anything, and began to feel better.  She carefully washed
herself, making sure that all signs of her lovemaking were washed away.

   Fifteen minutes later she emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel. 
She smiled when she saw Bob lying on the bed.  He was completely naked; his
cock stood up like a tent pole, and he was gently massaging it.

   "Come over here and slide your delightful pussy around this.  I bet you
are in nearly as bad a state as me, spending all day naked with guys ogling
you." There was no way out; she undid the towel and let it fall to the
floor.  She got on the bed and positioned herself astride him.  As she
lowered herself, she felt the hardness of his cock head rubbing up against
her pussy lips: those same pussy lips that had less than an hour ago
willingly accepted both Phillip and Jason.

   She felt her lips part as he inserted the head of his cock.  He thrust
up towards her and she lowered herself, enveloping his cock in the warm wet
folds of her pussy.  Suddenly she realized that she was hungry again:
hungry for sex.

   She worked her muscles and squeezed him.  He groaned and pressed into
her.  His hands reached up and began to caress her breasts, squeezing them
gently, and pulling on her already extended nipples.

   Together they began to fuck.  Their cries and groans became louder as
they neared a climax.  Suddenly he came in a long gushing orgasm.  She
responded and their juices mixed; she fell forward gasping, pressing her
breasts into his bare chest, and kissing his neck and ears.

   "I really needed that," he gasped.

   Mary nodded.  "And so did I," she lied, but she had to admit that she
had enjoyed it.

   Of course they both needed to shower again before they dressed and made
their way out to reception.  The receptionist was very helpful and directed
them to a good local Indian restaurant.

   The food was good: hot and tasty and washed down with a nice bottle of
wine.  During the meal Bob did quiz her on what she had been doing with the
exhibitors.

   "Just helping them out and looking pretty," she said with a smile.

   It was quite late when they finally made it back to the hotel, but they
did manage to make love again before falling in to a well earned sleep.

   Next morning, Mary was awoken from her sleep by the exciting feeling of
someone caressing her body.  She lay there for a few moments enjoying the
sensation as she struggled to become fully awake.  She opened her eyes to
find Bob leaning over her.  The covers had been turned back and he was
lightly exploring her body, drawing circles with his finger around her
nipples and trailing down over her stomach to brush lightly across her
pussy.

   She smiled and looked up at him.  "Do you always wake your lover like
this?" she asked.

   He nodded.  "When she is as beautiful as you are.  I just can't resist
your body."

   She smiled and pulled him down to her.  Their lips met in a long
passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling with each other's, and she felt
him squeeze her breasts more urgently.

   "Do we have time?" she asked breathlessly.

   "We'll make time.  I really need you this morning."

   She smiled up at him and he felt her spread her legs.  She groaned and
gripped onto his shoulders as he eased himself inside her.  She lay back
and enjoyed the wonderful sensation as he penetrated her deeply.  He then
lay on top of her enjoying the feeling of her pussy gripping his cock while
she gently contracted her vaginal muscles.

   That morning it was a long sensuous fuck.  Gone was the urgency of last
night; now it was more gentle, more satisfying for both of them.  Time and
time again they came to the brink only to ease off and slightly relax
before climbing the mountain again.  When they finally came, it was a
complete and satisfying finale.

   Afterwards they lay in each other's arms relaxing before suddenly
noticing the time.

   Quickly they showered and dressed, going for a quick breakfast.  Then it
was a dash through the early morning rush hour to the exhibition centre. 
They made it although about fifteen minutes late.  Jerry looked up at the
clock as Mary entered the Logan Promotions office.  "Cutting it fine,
aren't you?  We have punters already queuing up outside; we open in 15
minutes."

   She apologized.  "The traffic was hell."

   Jerry smiled.  "Was it that, or was it the bed?  I hear you brought your
lover down with you."

   "Maybe it was a bit of both," she said with a cheeky grin.

   "Okay, go and get yourself ready.  Gina's already out there.  You are
both working with Exotic Creations today.  Well, later because for the
first part I will need both of you on reception.  After that you can sort
things out between you."

   Mary made her way to the small changing room and quickly removed her
clothes: everything, that is, apart from her heels.  She checked herself in
the mirror; she was getting used to seeing herself naked at work.

   She then made her way over to the reception area.  She didn't feel too
bad today about being naked in such a public place.  Exhibitors making
their way to their displays nodded to her; it was a still a strange
sensation.

   Gina greeted her with a smile.  "I guess you must have had a good night,
or did you just overlay?"

   "A bit of both," she said.  "Anything I should know about today?"

   "Not really.  Almost the same routine as yesterday, but you will have to
be a bit more wary about hands.  Public days are apt to get a bit feely,
feely.  The fact that we are naked seems to give them the idea that
anything goes, but security is always on hand if they go too far."

   As soon as the doors opened, Mary saw the difference.  She felt ogled
more, and more aware of her nakedness.  Guys with cameras jostled to take
pictures of her.  Some wanted to join her in the pictures.  She tried to be
friendly and obliging, standing and smiling while their friends took
pictures.  Some wanted to hold her, to touch her nakedness; others just
wanted to stand and look.  By noon the initial rush on the door had turned
to a trickle, and Jerry's receptionist turned up to give them a lunch
break.

   "Might be a good idea to slip a robe on today," Gina said.  "It's more
crowded; no point in putting temptation in their way."

   After collecting their robes, they made their way over to the
refreshment area and collected lunch packs.  Fortunately they found an
empty table.

   "It is much busier today," Mary commented.

   "Usually is on the public days.  By the way, do you want to go first
this after noon?"

   Mary looked at her puzzled.

   "Exotic creations," she explained.

   Mary nodded.  "Sorry, yes, if you want me too; wasn't thinking."

   "You do two till four and I'll do four to six.  Then after our break, we
have to divide the other two between us.  Which one do you want?"

   Mary had little hesitation.  She remembered back to her session with
Phillip and Jerry last night.  "I'll take Intimacy if that's okay with
you."

   Gina nodded.  "I guess we both took the same choices from the list Jerry
sent out."

   "You mean the exhibitors to work for?"

   Gina nodded.  "I didn't fancy the other two.  I'm not really into BDSM,
and being fucked in public is not really my thing."

   "You mean that's what you are expected to do at the porno film company?"

   Gina smiled.  "Yes, they have a small studio where they demonstrate how
porno movies are made and let amateur film makers have a go."

   Mary bit into her roll.  She looked across at Gina.  "It must be hell of
a turn on being fucked in public."

   Gina laughed.  "I guess it is if that's your thing.  Then she brushed
the crumbs off her robe and stood up.  "I need to do a few things.  I'll
see you later: four o'clock on reception."

   As Gina left, Mary looked up and saw Bob coming though the crowd.  He
smiled.  "It's a change to see you dressed," he joked.  "There's a lot
here, isn't there?" he said looking around.

   "Have you seen everything?" Mary asked.

   "Just about; few more places I want to revisit later."

   "Have you been on the Magnus productions stand?"

   He shook his head.  "No, that's one of the ones that's on my list for
later.  It's always very busy."

   "Fancy having a walk over there now?  I wouldn't mind to see what I
might have been doing if I had selected them as one of my choices."

   When they got there, it was a very busy unit, and there was already a
queue for the next program.  Mary pushed her way through and showed her
name badge to the guy on the door.  He smiled and nodded and opened the
door for them.  "You'll probably find a couple of free seats at the back."

   The studio was surprisingly large.  There was seating on three sides,
and in the centre, a large bed.  Bright lights blazed down on a couple on
the bed: a shapely blond and a well muscled black guy.  Both were
completely naked, the woman on her back in the missionary position with him
lunging into her with long powerful strokes.  Around the bed, three
cameramen were filming with video cameras from different angles.  Mounted
above the couple were three plasma screens showing the pictures from each
camera.  The pictures were highly detailed and showed extreme close ups.

   Mary and Bob found some empty seats and watched the scene before them.
Mary had never seen a couple make love before; well, not in the flesh.  She
had of course seen movies, but this was the real thing.

   Bob put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.  "That could
have been you down there if you had selected Magnus as one of your
choices," he whispered into her ear.

   Mary immediately felt herself getting extremely warm.  Bob was right. 
Could she actually have done it--allowed herself to be fucked in front of
all these people?  She could feel herself moistening at the thought.

   She watched as the black guy withdrew from the woman.  His cock was
enormous, as big as she had ever seen.  She had a sudden urge to touch
herself.  She slid her hand inside her robe and pressed her hand over her
pussy.  She was not surprised to find she was already wet.  The black guy
turned his partner over.  She knelt up on the bed; he thrust his fingers
into her opening her up, then quickly followed with his cock.

   Mary saw the woman's large breasts swinging as he again began to thrust
into her, gripping onto her thighs.  She was fascinated by the erotic
display being acted out in front of her, and when Bob slipped his hand
inside her robe and pushed her hand out of the way, she made no move to
stop him fingering her himself.

   The woman on the bed was now moaning loudly, pleading with the guy to
finish, thrusting her rear backwards to get the most out of each stroke. 
Mary just sat there and watched, fascinated, her legs wide apart.  Bob's
finger were working their magic, and when the guy on the bed pulled out and
sprayed thick globules of creamy cum all over the woman's back, Mary had a
simultaneous climax, slumping back in her seat, crying out, and gasping for
air.  One or two of the guy in front of them realized what must have been
happening and looked around and smiled.

   Mary stayed in her seat trying to compose herself as the show came to an
end and the couple left the bed.  Bob inquired if she were okay, and she
nodded.

   "I think you enjoyed that," he said with a smile.

   "I've never seen it done in real life before; it was such a turn on."

   "I could tell that," Bob said with a grin.  "You were incredibly wet.  I
guess you would have liked to have been up there."

   Mary almost felt herself blushing just at the thought.  "I don't think I
could do it in front of all those people."

   They were just about to leave when a guy who had been directing things
came over.

   "I guess you are one of Jerry's girls," he said.

   Mary nodded.  "We just popped in to see the show."

   "And what did you think?"

   "It was rather erotic; I've never seen it done in real life before."

   The guy grinned.  "I'm always looking for new talent if you fancy it."

   Mary shook her head.  "I couldn't do it, not in front of everyone."

   The guy nodded.  "Well, you know where we are if you change your mind."

   They said good-bye and she followed Bob out into the exhibition centre
again.

   "I need to go," she said.  "Are you hanging around?  I'm doing a stint
on Exotic Creations now for a couple of hours."

   Bob smiled.  "Don't worry about me.  This is a fun place to be.  I'll
see you later."

   Mary found her way to the Exotic Creations stand.  Ranged around the
stand were shop window mannequins attired in extremely sexy undies, sleep
wear, and very brief bikinis.  She introduced herself to a lady called
Miranda.  She was the owner of the company.  She welcomed Mary on board
with a big smile.  "Glad to meet you," she said.  "Jerry said you would be
around to help us out for a couple of hours.  It is easy work: just
displaying our range of items to the punters.  If you go inside, you will
find Elli.  She will show you what we want you to do."

   She made her way inside the stand and found Elli, a petite blond, who
looked to be in her early forties.  She was chatting to another woman who
was dressed in a set of very revealing lingerie.  She turned round and
looked at Mary.  "You my relief?" she asked.

   Mary nodded.  "I guess so."

   Elli looked at her.  "Are you Annabelle?"

   She smiled and nodded.  "Miranda said you would give me instructions."

   "There's not a lot to give.  All you have to do is to display our
outfits--these on the racks," she said indicating several racks of frothy
underwear behind her.  "You can just about please yourself with what you
wear, but try to mix things up a bit: you know, undies, wraps, stockings,
swim wear.  Then go out there and parade around for ten minutes or so. 
After that, come back in and change.

   The girl in the undies slipped into some clothes, looking over at Mary.
"Hope you are not shy.  None of these things hide a lot, and some of those
punters out there want to see everything."

   Mary shook her head.  "No, I should manage.  I've already spent most of
my time here totally naked so it will be a change to wear something,
however little it covers."

   Elli smiled.  "That's what I like to hear." She turned to another girl
who was just about to leave, asking her, "Will you be in tomorrow?" The
girl nodded as she left.  "Around ten be okay?" Elli nodded.

   Elli turned and sorted through the racks.  She passed Mary an outfit. 
"Here, start with this.  I think it's rather nice.  You can wear these hold
ups with it," she said passing Mary an unopened packet.

   Mary saw Elli watching her as she drew off her wrap.  She smiled.  "You
have a nice figure; you should show the things off well."

   Mary slipped into the outfit, an almost completely see through bra and
thong.  Then she pulled on the holdups.  When she was ready, Elli smiled.
"You look very good; now get out there and let them see you." Mary had no
doubts that they would see her, for the brief items hid nothing.

   It was a strange feeling when she stepped out onto the front of the
stand.  Although she had spent a lot of time totally naked, it felt
different wearing this sexy outfit.  This titillated rather than exposed.
Anyway, the punters seemed to like it, and Mary was enjoying the attention
she was getting.  Cameras flashed from all directions, and she did some
exaggerated poses which were appreciated by everyone.

   After ten minutes, Miranda asked her to change into something else. 
This was how the two hours was spent.  By the end of the session she was
getting really turned on by all the attention.  Some of the items were
really erotic, like the crotchless panties and the peep hole bras.  When
one of the photographers that had grouped around the stand asked her to
change into something one of the mannequins was wearing, she saw no point
of going into the back to change, but did it there on the stand.  She was
under a constant barrage of camera flashes as she stripped and slipped into
the other outfit, and when she had done the change, she got a big round of
applause.

   Mary was enjoying herself.  The crowd loved her and she was a little
sorry when Gina turned up to take her off.  She had loved working in front
of the crowd.

   She was just saying her good-byes to Miranda and Elli when Bob appeared.
"You moving on?" he asked.

   She nodded.  "Yes, I'm on Intimacy Products for their last stint."

   "I'll walk over with you if that's okay." She nodded, but she was
worried that he might stay around.  After her session on Erotic Creations,
she was feeling quite turned on and she knew that she could get some much
needed relief from two certain guys on that stand.  But when she got there,
she was disappointed because she found Phillip alone.  Apparently Jason had
been called away on business.  "You can hang around if you want to," he
said, "but I can't do any exhibitions because there is no one to cover the
stand."

   She looked at Bob and he shrugged.  "No point in hanging around, is
there?  We might as well go and get a drink." Phillip agreed.  "Come around
tomorrow, Mary.  Jason should be back then.  I'm sure he would like to see
you again before the show closes," he said with a knowing smile that
luckily Bob didn't catch.

   They made their way over to the bar and Bob bought her a drink.  "What
now?" he asked.  "Can we get off early?"

   "Not really.  I'm booked until the show finishes.  I guess I ought to go
to one of the other stands and see if they need any help."

   "Which one do you fancy," Bob inquired.

   "I don't know," she said.  "I suppose I ought to go and see Jerry, but
he could be any where."

   "You could always do the porno film stand.  That's one of yours, isn't
it?"

   Mary looked at the expression on Bob's face.

   "You really mean that, don't you?"

   Bob grinned.  "I would like to fuck you myself right this minute, but we
have no where to go.  The next best thing would be to see someone else fuck
you."

   Mary immediately felt herself getting warm.  She could feel the
sensation deep between her thighs.  She looked over at Bob.  "You would
really like to see someone else having sex with me?"

   He nodded.  "I saw how turned on you were after the show."

   Mary remembered how she felt, and she could see Bob was keen on the
idea, but could she go through with it?  She had been naked in front of
everyone.  She had allowed some of the guys to touch her; some had taken
liberties, but allowing herself to be fucked while a crowd sat around
watching--she was not sure.  She guessed it might be exciting, but it was
well out of her comfort zone.

   He looked at her.  "Well, what have you decided?"

   She looked at him.  She could see he was keen.  She had heard that some
guys liked to see their partner having sex with another guy.  Was Bob one
of them?  She had come a long way in the last few weeks starting with
stripping in front of a window.  Was there anything else, or was this the
final frontier?

   "Well, if that's what you want," she said.  "I guess I could use some
relief.  I can already feel myself getting wet."

   Bob grinned, pulling her up from her seat.  "Let's go and get you well
and truly fucked."

   Mary's legs were shaking as they made their way across to the Magnus
Productions stand.  She was still not sure that she could go through with
it, but Bob's encouragement only added to her feeling of need.

   A show had just ended and the men were filing out.  The director saw
Mary and smiled.  "Come over to visit us again, have you?  Fancy joining
in?"

   Mary looked at Bob.  He grinned.  "She's fancying having a go -"that is
if you can use her." "That right?"

   Mary nodded.  "Yes, the last guy I was working with didn't need me so I
came over to see if you could use me for anything."

   The guy looked at Mary.  "From what I can see of you, I can certainly
use you.  I'd like to use you myself, but I'm afraid I have to direct the
show.  Jerome is doing the next show and I'm sure he will make very good
use of you."

   Mary felt herself shaking again.  Had she gone too far this time? 
Still, it was too late now to back out.  He took them over to the door
where a queue was already forming for the next showing and told the guy to
let them through.  "If you want to go and get yourself a good seat, I'll
take the little lady through and introduce her as Annabelle to Jerome."

   Jerome turned out to be the black guy she had seen earlier when she was
here.  He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts and she could already see
the bulge.  She remembered the size of his cock and shuddered at the
thought.  The director left them together saying that he needed to get
things started.  "Jerome will tell you how we work it."

   He turned out to be a nice guy.  He offered her a glass of wine and
smiled when she wrinkled her nose as she drank it.

   "If it tastes a little funny," he said, "it's because I've put a little
something in it.  Keeps me perky and you will find it will make you feel
randy." He grinned.  "It helps.  You will find it's not easy for you the
first time with all those guys watching and being so close."

   Mary was already feeling more than a little turned on by the whole
situation, and now with whatever was in the wine, she was feeling more than
ready.

   "Let's see what's on offer, honey."

   Mary looked at him puzzled.

   "The body, babe; let's see the body."

   Now she understood.  She undid the belt of her robe and spread it open.
His eyes lit up as he looked her up and down, nodding slowly.  "That's some
nice body," he said.  "I think I am going to enjoy myself tonight."

   Mary smiled at his comment, but she still had that uneasy feeling. 
Outside she could hear the crowd moving in and the director speaking to
them.

   "He gives them a little chat first and picks two or three of them to be
cameramen.  Then we go out and put on a show for them.

   Jerome listened at the doorway.  Then he smiled and turned to her. 
"Okay, Annabelle, that's our cue; lets get out there." He held out his hand
and led her into the studio.

   Mary was shaking and Jerome could feel this.  "Don't worry, babe.  Don't
think about them.  Just enjoy yourself."

   She smiled a weak smile.  It was okay for him, but this was something
she had never experienced before.  The director introduced them to the
audience, and then explained again what would be happening.  Mary looked
around for Bob and was surprised to see him sitting on the front row.

   What surprised her more was that he was holding a professional looking
video camera, as were the two guys beside him.  My God, she thought, he's
going to be one of the camera men!

   "Okay, Annabelle and Jerome, let's get things rolling," the director
called out.

   Jerome looked at Mary.  "Are you ready?" he asked.  "As ready as I will
ever be," she said with a slight nod of her head.

   Bob and the other two guys stood up as Jerome reached out and began to
untie the belt of her robe.  He eased it off her shoulders and it fell to
the floor.  There were murmurs of approval as her naked body was exposed.
Jerome reached out and began to caress her breasts, squeezing her already
hard nipples.  A couple of the camera guys got in for close ups.

   He then moved her back towards the large bed and sat her down.  He eased
her legs apart, exposing her totally.  He ran a finger over her exposed
pussy lips, parting them slightly.  The camera guys struggled for position.
Mary knew from her own visit to the show previously that every intimate
detail was being shown on the screens above her.

   She tried to put the crowd out of her mind and concentrate on what
Jerome was doing to her.  He had two fingers inside her working them in and
out.  She could feel she was wet.  She closed her eyes and leaned back on
her hands.  At least now in her own little world, she began to feel herself
responding--the first slight signs of her muscles responding.

   "Move back up onto the bed, babe." The sound of Jerome's voice brought
her back to the present.  She eased herself up onto the bed.  Jerome smiled
down at her.  Then in one swift movement, he pushed down his boxers.  There
were a few whistles and comments when his cock came into view.

   He climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself on his knees above
Mary.  He was almost sitting on her breasts and his monster that was
already erect was inches from her face.  He grinned as he took it in his
hands and ran it over her lips.

   "You're gonna suck on this nice and hard, babe.  Give them camera guys a
good show."

   Mary quite enjoyed oral, but this guy was big.  How would he feel down
her throat?  There was only one way to find out.  She reached over and
wrapped her fingers around it.  Well, almost.  It was too big to get them
around it completely; it was hard and warm to the touch.  She licked her
tongue across the purple helmet before opening her mouth wide and taking it
in.

   She allowed it to go as deep as she could, almost gagging as it pressed
for a moment against the back of her throat.  Then she began to suck on it,
working it with her tongue.  With her free hand, she gripped his testicles,
massaging them gently.

   Jerome was good.  He knew how to treat a newcomer.  He allowed her to
set the pace, not forcing her.  She had begun to lose some of her worries.
She was concentrating on her work, putting on a show for the cameras. 
After a few minutes, he put his hand over hers and made her stop.  Then he
eased himself out of her mouth.  Mary felt a little disappointed, but it
was only short lived.

   He moved his position astride her and turned facing the other way, then
took up a position on his hands and knees.  His cock was again above her
face and she lifted her head and licked the head.  Then she felt him easing
her legs apart.  She knew where things were going: her favorite oral
position, the 69.  Sure enough, she felt him go down on her, licking across
her pussy.  She gripped his cock, and opening her mouth, took it inside
again.

   This time they began to work in unison.  Jerome was thrusting his tongue
into her.  It seemed to go in so deep, touching every part.  She was
writhing on the bed, gripping his cock between her hands and working her
lips tightly around it.  Completely gone were the thoughts of the men
around her or the pictures that were being displayed on the screens.  Now
she was enjoying herself, and she wanted to satisfy this gorgeous black guy
as much as she wanted to gain satisfaction from him.

   When she felt the first signs of her orgasm, she began to work on him
even harder, sucking and licking and working him with her hands.  She tried
to hold off her orgasm as long as she could.  She wanted them to cum
together.  At last she felt him stiffen his body, and suddenly with a rush,
he came.  She gagged at first as he filled her mouth, but all thoughts were
gone when her own orgasm overcame her.

   He withdrew from her and trails of his thick creamy fluid ran from her
mouth and dripped down her chin.  She fell back onto the bed gasping and
swallowing the remains down her throat.  Around her she heard the applause
of the audience.

   Jerome removed himself from over her body and lay down beside her. 
Someone passed them a towel and a glass of fruit juice.

   "You've got a great mouth on you, babe," Jerome whispered in her ear. 
"And in a few moments I'm going to try out that pussy." He reached down and
ran his hand over it.  "If it fucks as well as it tastes, you are one hell
of a babe."

   Now that the first rush of excitement was over, Mary was beginning to
feel self conscious again.  Things had gone much further then she ever had
imagined.  She had performed a sex act in public, giving a black guy a blow
job: even swallowed his cum and allowed him to go down on her while being
watched and filmed.  Now he was going to fuck her for real.  She trembled.
Was it in anticipation, or was it fear of the unknown?  What would it feel
like to have that monster of a cock inside her body?  It was far bigger
than she had ever experienced before.  She had seen him with the other
model, fucking her.  Now it was her turn to experience it.  Would it be
pleasure or pain?

   They sat up, finished their drinks, and passed the glasses back to an
assistant.  As Jerome helped her to wipe herself down, he leaned forward
and whispered in her ear, "How do you want it, babe?  Front or back?"

   She shook her head.  "I don't do anal."

   He grinned.  "I meant missionary or doggie?"

   "I prefer doggie if I get the choice," she said.  She had to smile to
herself.  Here she was discussing with a black guy which way she was to be
publicly fucked.

   "Fine by me," Jerome said with a big grin.  "Gives me a chance to
squeeze those jugs."

   "You two ready?" the director asked.

   Jerome nodded.  "Ready and raring to go."

   The director instructed Mary how to position herself so that the
audience and the cameramen could get the best view of the action.  She saw
Bob positioned in front of her, viewing her through his camera.  He looked
up and winked at her.  "Have fun," he said with a grin.

   She felt Jerome position himself behind her.  She shuddered slightly as
she felt him rub his cock up against her pussy.  Then he was opening her up
with his fingers and inserting the head of his cock.  She was glad she was
still well lubricated.  He gripped her thighs and slowly eased himself
inside her body.  She gasped as she felt him stretching her.  Was she going
to be able to take him?  Working gently, he worked himself deeper and
deeper.  She was sure she could take no more, but still she did.  She had
never been filled like this.

   Then gently and slowly he began to fuck her.  As the initial fear left
her, she began to relax and enjoy the sensation.  Around her the audience
was urging him on.  He increased his speed and she felt her breasts begin
to swing with the motion of her body.  Then she felt them being gripped as
he took one in each hand, gently squeezing her flesh and tweaking her hard
nipples.

   He was a master at his art, bringing her to the brink time and time
again.  Her body was bathed in perspiration.  She was gasping and pleading
with him, and finally he relented; she climaxed with a scream.  It was a
sensation like she had never felt before.  She was a little disappointed
when he suddenly withdrew, and she felt his juices splash over her body as
she collapsed onto the bed amid cheers from the audience.

   She lay on the bed breathless as she heard the audience leaving the
studio.  Someone put her robe over her, and the harsh lights were switched
down.

   "You okay, babe?" she heard Jerome whisper in her ear.  She nodded.

   "You were a good fuck," he said.  "We'll have to get together again
sometime."

   She smiled to herself.  He was right there; one time with this guy was
certainly not enough for her.  Now she wanted more.

   At last she managed to sit up on the bed and wipe herself down.  She
looked across to see Bob sitting on the empty front row.  He smiled at her,
and she wondered if he had enjoyed it as much as she had.

   The director came over and thanked her.  "If you ever think of taking it
up professionally, come along and see me.  I will always be able to find
you some work." He smiled.  "Oh, and by the way, when I've edited up the
stuff that's been taken today, I'll send you a copy.  If you let me use it,
I'll pay you, but I won't do anything with it without your permission."

   She still felt her legs were a little shaky when she tried to stand up
and Bob came over to assist her.  She said her good-byes to Jerome and the
crew and they made their way out into the emptying hall.  By the time they
got to Jerry's office, she was beginning to feel okay again although she
was feeling a little tender between her thighs.  She needed a shower, but
she would have to wait till they got back to the hotel.

   Bob was quiet for the first part of the journey.  She wondered what he
was thinking.  "Was it what you expected," she finally asked him.

   He turned and smiled at her.  "It was better.  It was such a turn on to
see you together with a black guy.  He was so big."

   She grinned.  "You don't have to tell me; I was worried he was going to
tear me apart."

   They both laughed.  Blackmail Ch.  09 It was not until Mary was in the
shower the following morning that she suddenly realized that she had not
heard from her tormentor: in fact, not since she had left the office two
days ago.  Had the calls finished?  She hoped in some ways that they had,
but then again it had shown her a new side to herself: a new found
confidence and a new found excitement.  She had been through a lot since
that first day that she was made to strip in front of the window.  It had
been an eye opening journey for her from that first time in the window, to
working naked at an Erotic Fair, and being publicly fucked before an
audience in a studio of a Porno Film Company.

   She gently rubbed her hand over her pussy still feeling the effects of
Jerome's work.  She had felt sorry for Bob last night as she had still been
feeling too tender to allow Bob the pleasure of her body; well, her pussy
at least.

   She had managed to satisfy him successfully with her hands and mouth and
other less painful parts.  As she stood under the spray, she was not sure
if she were looking forward to her last day at the exhibition or not.

   As things turned out, it all worked out well.  She did the morning stint
with Gina, and then worked for Body Art.  She explained about her tender
condition and they agreed to go a little easier on her.  At the end they
gave her a small but expensive present of a pack of the stimulation cream
as a thank you gift.

   Her final session with Exotic Creations worked out well, too.  She only
had to display things there, and she was pleased when she received a
surprise parcel from Miranda, the owner of Erotic Creations, of a selection
of items from their range as a thank you gift.

   With only two hours left before the show closed, she finally decide to
call in at Magnus Productions.  She wanted to say good-bye to everyone, but
particularly to Jerome.  Even feeling as she did, she knew she would not be
able to resist the offer of anther show if they asked her.  But as it
turned out, Jerome had been called away to the main studio to do some
emergency filming.  The director did say she was still very welcome to join
them, but she declined his offer.  "Maybe another day," she said with a
smile.

   Before the show closed, Jerry thanked her and Gina for all their help
and presented them both with a cheque for their good work.  It was
something she wasn't expecting, so all in all, it had been an interesting
and rewarding three days.

   "You did well out of that," Bob said when he saw the gifts and the size
of the cheque as she packed her bags and extra items in the car,

   "Well, I worked hard for it," she said with a grin.

   Bob agreed and they chatted happily about the three days as they drove
home.  Bob seemed interested in everything she had gone through and wanted
to know all the intimate details.

   It was getting late before they arrived back at her place.  She was not
too sorry in some ways when Bob said he would have to get straight off.  He
had been away for two nights and did have a wife at home who might not be
pleased if he spent another night away.

   They kissed their good-byes in the car.  He thanked her for a wonderful
weekend of pleasure and said they would most likely see each other at work
the following day.  It was nice to get back to the peace and quiet of her
own place.

   She dropped the bags and gifts in the bedroom, and poured herself a
large glass of cold white wine from the fridge.

   She sat back on the sofa relaxing, sipping the wine, thinking over what
had happened, everything she had gone through.  Never in a lifetime would
she have thought that she would have done what she had done over that
weekend.  It almost felt unreal now she was back in her own home.  Her
thoughts were shattered by her mobile ringing, the one he used.  She picked
it up, and flicked it open.

   "Hello, there," said a now familiar voice.  "The weekend went very well.
You surpassed my wildest dreams."

   "You were there?" she asked, surprised.

   "Yes, I spent a couple of days looking around, catching up on you."

   My God, she thought to herself!  He had been there, but there had been
hundreds there.  How could she have spotted one person, a person she only
knew by his voice?

   "I really enjoyed your performance with that black guy."

   She gasped; he had actually been that close to her.

   "I never imagined you would have gone so far so quickly, from sex in
private to sex in public, in a few short weeks, but you seemed to be
enjoying yourself."

   Mary smiled to herself.  How right he was.

   "Well, I've called with some news for you.  Not sure if it will be good
or bad; depends on how you feel about yourself.  I have one last assignment
for you.  When that is completed, you are free from me."

   Mary was at first elated by the thought.  It would be over at last, but
then suddenly she wondered if she really wanted it to be over.  She guessed
she had in some ways almost become a submissive bending to the warped will
of a master.  She was not sure if she wanted it to finish.

   "Your last assignment will be on Friday evening.  I discovered when I
was looking into you that you did some dancing as a girl.  Is that right?"

   "I did dancing classes until I was sixteen."

   "Good.  I hoped my information was correct.  It's just that you will be
dancing on your next assignment.  Well, dancing and stripping, actually.  I
guess with four days to work on it you could come up with a reasonable
routine.

   I've arranged for someone to help you.  You'll be hearing from them."

   Mary did not quite know what to say.  "Well, I guess I could come up
with something.  It's not something I've ever done before, but with someone
to give me a few ideas and pointers it should be alright."

   "Okay, I know you will cope very well.  I've acquired some costumes in
your size.  I will get them sent over by courier.  You should take tomorrow
off.  Call in; say you are not feeling well.  You have had a busy and
exhausting weekend.  I'm sure it will be okay with your bosses.  Oh, and by
the way, if you do get a copy of the film from Magnus, I would like a copy
myself.  I'm sure they will have no objections." Then he rang off.

   She closed the phone and dropped it beside her.  Just who was this guy
who knew every detail about her past and present?  He was certainly an
accomplished stalker.  She had never before felt that anyone special was
watching her every move.

   Mary didn't realize just how tired she was, and after a long shower, she
slept like a log.  She was awakened suddenly next morning by the door bell.
She slipped on a robe and went to answer it.  A guy in a UPS uniform stood
there with a large box in his hands.

   "Package for you to sign for, Miss.  Sorry if I got you up," he said
looking at her attire.

   She smiled.  "I was just having an extra hour." She signed for the box
and took it into the kitchen.  She needed a coffee, but first she had to
ring work.  They seemed very understanding and told her to get well and be
back as soon as she felt well enough.

   She switched on the coffee, and while it heated up, she inspected the
box.  She found it contained three outfits, all sparkly and very well made,
complete with Velcro fastenings.  These were the real thing, made for easy
removal.

   She made herself a coffee and read the note that came with the outfits.
All it said was for her to try them on and pick out two that she would like
to perform in as she would be doing two spots.  It also said that she would
be contacted by someone who would help her with her routines.  She smiled.
This was certainly going to be an interesting assignment, but she noticed
that the only thing the note did not say was where she was going to
perform. She guessed that information would be coming later.

   She ate a leisurely breakfast, then went into her bedroom and tried on
the outfits one by one.  As she expected, they were all very revealing, but
they all fit her very well.  She guessed that they had actually been made
for her.  She had to admit that she looked exciting in all of them, and she
also discovered that there were five pieces to each outfit: a g-string,
bra, pants, and two outer items.

   She didn't know which to choose at the moment, but she had four days to
decide that.  It was about eleven that morning when the mobile rang again.
She expected to hear his voice, but it was a woman.  "Are you Annabelle?"
she asked.

   She hesitated for a moment and then realized that she must have been
given her other name.  "Yes, who's this?"

   "My name is Crystal.  I'm a dancer.  I've been instructed to give you
lessons.  Can you come to my studio this afternoon?"

   Mary assured her that she could and arranged to be there at two p.m..

   "I understand you have your own costumes.  Could you bring them along as
well?"

   Mary assured her that she would.  Crystal gave her the address and
directions, and said she would see her at two.  Mary found the place
easily. The directions she had given her were clear, and she pulled up in
front of a large converted warehouse building that had obviously been
divided up into smaller units.  A sign on the wall above one doorway
introduced Crystal's Dance Studio: exotic and belly dancing a specialty.

   She picked up her bag of costumes from the car and pressed the buzzer. A
pleasant voice instructed her to come up and the door clicked open.  She
walked up a flight of stairs and into a small reception room.  A pretty
brunette who looked as though she should have still been in school smiled
up at her.  "Are you Annabelle?" she inquired.  Mary nodded.  "You can go
straight through; Crystal's waiting for you."

   Crystal turned out to be a blousy blond in her mid forties.  She was
wearing a long colorful Chinese robe.  She looked up when Mary entered.  "I
guess you are Annabelle?" she inquired.

   Mary nodded.

   "You require some training with regards to stripping?  You ever done any
before?"

   Mary shook her head.  "No, not stripping.  I did a wet t-shirt show a
couple of weeks ago where I finished up naked."

   Crystal grinned.  "Well, at least you've experienced being naked in
public."

   Mary smiled to herself and decided not to say anything about the
weekend.

   "I hear what you are doing on Friday is a bit more up market then a wet
t-shirt bash."

   "You know what I'm doing?" Mary inquired.

   Crystal shook her head.  "No, nor really, but the guy who phoned would
say only that it was an up market event so they want something special. 
You know, a class act.  What dancing have you done before?  Any?"

   Mary explained she'd done ballet and tap and some modern dance.

   "Well, that should stand you in good stead.

   Surprising how many we get here wanting to get into the stripping game
who have no sense of rhythm at all,"

   Mary smiled.

   "Well, let's get down to work.  If you've got to learn two routines by
Friday, we have no time to lose.  You will be doing two spots, an average
of nine minute pre spot.  That takes in the usual three parts to each strip
so you will need six pieces of music.  We can decide on that later when I
see you dance.  I have a guy who will make up a disc for you to take with
you."

   She went over to a sound desk and set up some music.  "Okay," she said
as the music came on, "just dance around to this and let me see how you
go."

   Mary felt a little self conscious at first as she moved around the room.
It was a long time since she had danced, but it was one of those skills you
don't forget, and she had always enjoyed dancing.  Crystal nodded
appreciatively.  "Yes, I can see you can dance," she called out.  "Well,
that's the first barrier over." She turned off the music.

   They sat down on the floor and Crystal went through the routine with
her. "You just break each session up into three parts: part one the dance
is suggestive of course, then part two the strip, and the final part, the
show where you will be naked."

   Crystal got up from the floor.  "I'll go through a routine for you to
show you what we are looking for, and then we will begin to work on yours."

   Mary sat and watched as Crystal switched on the music again.  She
slipped off the Chinese robe, and under it she was wearing a dance costume.
As soon as she started to dance, Mary could see she was good.  She drifted
around the room parting her costume displaying her long legs and using her
hands to show off her body.  When the music changed, she began her strip
routine, removing each piece of her costume slowly and teasingly before she
allowed her bra to fall away.  Poising coyly at the last moment before
removing her G-string, she stood there for a moment completely naked
waiting for the music to change to a more bouncy number.  Then she moved
around doing more acrobatic moves that displayed every intimate part of her
body.  She finished the act with a flourish, laying spread eagle on the
floor.

   Mary applauded politely as Crystal stood up and came over.  "You are
very good.  Were you a stripper?"

   Crystal nodded.  "Yes, for quite a few years.  I started when I was
sixteen.  I was big for my age so I got away with it and managed to get
work until I was in my late thirties.  Then things began to droop quicker
than I could get them fixed," she said with a grin, lifting one breast with
her hand.  "Then I decided to pack it in and become a teacher so here I
am."

   "You still have a nice body," Mary said, looking her up and down.

   Crystal smiled.  "But it's an old body.  Now they want to look a firm
young body like yours."

   Mary felt herself blushing slightly.

   "Okay," Crystal said, as she slipped her robe back on.  "Get into one of
your costumes and let me see you do a routine."

   As there seemed no place to change, Mary started to undress where she
was.  She saw Crystal watching her as she slipped out of her clothes.

   When she was naked, Crystal stopped her.  "Let's have a look at you,"
she said.  Mary turned and faced her.  Crystal nodded.  "You have a
wonderful body.  You will do well in this game.  Okay, put an outfit on."

   When she was ready, Crystal put on the music again and watched as Mary
tried to copy her routine.  When she was done, Crystal nodded.  "You were
good; just a few rough edges, but we'll soon smooth those out.  You need to
be a bit slicker getting out of the costume.  Always give the Velcro a
sharp tug." By the time they had worked on it several times, it was
beginning to come together, and Mary was quite pleased with her progress.
She felt let down when Crystal at last called a halt.

   "Go home, get a good shower, get some rest, and I'll see you tomorrow
night, six o'clock".

   When she left the dance studio, Mary was feeling quite proud of herself.
She had accomplished quite a lot.

   When she got back to work the next day, things were quite busy.  It was
the national AGM on Saturday and everything had to be prepared for that. 
Bob called in during the morning and asked her what was new.  She told him
about the strip tease and he smiled.

   "You know where it is?" he asked.  "I wouldn't mind coming along to see
that."

   She shook her head and smiled.  "Haven't you had enough of seeing me
naked?  I was naked all weekend."

   He grinned.  "Ill never get too much of seeing you in your birthday
suit."

   She grinned and told him that she had no idea where she was performing,
but she expected more details before Friday

   After work, she worked with Crystal for two hours on both Tuesday and
Wednesday, and by Wednesday, she had gotten the two routines cracked. 
Crystal was pleased with her.  They had gotten her disc sorted and
everything was just about ready, but she still had not heard where she was
performing.

   "Well, it's been nice working with you," Crystal said as Mary was about
to leave.  "Fancy a glass of wine before you go to celebrate?" Crystal
asked.

   Mary nodded.  "That would be nice."

   Crystal went out and came back with a bottle of white wine and two
glasses.  She poured out a glass each and passed one to Mary.  "To your
success where ever it maybe," she said holding up her glass.  They sipped
the wine.  "Are you sure you are okay about everything?" Crystal asked.

   Mary nodded.  "As much as I can be.  I know you say that I'm okay, but I
would have liked to have had some sort of dress rehearsal before the real
thing."

   Crystal grinned.  "You mean undress rehearsal."

   Mary laughed and nodded her head.

   Crystal thought for a moment, sipping on her wine.  "I might be able to
help you with that if that's what you really want.  From eight to nine
tomorrow night I teach a group of male show dancers.  There are usually
about a dozen of them.  I'm sure they would like to see you perform, and
their feed back as guys and professionals would be good for you."

   Mary nodded her head slowly.  Performing in front of guys who knew
something about dancing was certainly a good idea.  Performing in front of
guys full stop was a great idea, and she looked at Crystal who nodded. 
"Okay, I'll fix that up for you.  Be here by eight forty-five, just before
we finish."

   It was Thursday and still no information had arrived about the venue for
the Friday night event.  Mary got into work early as she wanted to be away
as early as possible to get herself ready for the evening performance with
Crystal and the guys at the dance studio.  Luckily, most of the work for
Saturdays AGM had been completed, and it was only a matter of putting
everything together, a job Fran, her secretary, could easily do.

   She managed to get a hair appointment during her lunch break, and got
out of the office just after four o'clock.  Back at her apartment, she
spoilt herself with a long soak in the bath before she prepared a light
meal.  She packed her costumes and some extra make up into a small hold
all, and was ready to leave the house just after eight.

   She was feeling elated as she drove down the now darkened streets.  She
was excited about exposing herself again to strangers.  It had become like
a drug to her; she wanted to feel the excitement again and again.  It was
totally strange to her as it was completely against her nature and
upbringing.  But the last few weeks had opened her eyes to a new
experience, and at the moment she just could not get enough of it.

   When she arrived, there were several cars parked outside the studio. 
She guessed they belonged to the dancers whom Crystal was training.  She
parked up, and picking up her bag, locked the car and went over and rang
the intercom.

   Crystal answered.  "Is that you, Annabelle?" she said.  When Mary
answered it was, the door clicked and she pushed it open.

   Her legs were beginning to shake a little, and there were butterflies in
her stomach as she made her way up the stairs.  This was all part of the
experience of taking on the unknown.  She could hear music and hear
Crystal's voice as she pushed open the door to the studio.  Inside, a dozen
guys were following a dance routine led by Crystal.  She smiled and waved
when she saw Mary at the door.

   Mary stepped inside and found herself a chair and watched the class. 
All the guys were good dancers, and all were quite young.  She guessed
maybe late teens to mid to late twenties.  She could see them glancing over
in her direction.  She wondered if Crystal had said anything, or was she
keeping it as a surprise?  When the music finished, she called for them to
take five, and she came over to Mary, wiping her face on a sweat towel.

   "That looks like hard work," Mary commented.

   Crystal nodded.  She sat down with a sigh of relief on a seat beside
Mary,

   The guys were all standing together toweling down and drinking from
water bottles, several looking in her direction.  A couple smiled.

   "Will they do as an audience?" Crystal inquired with a grin.

   Mary smiled.  "I think they will do very well.  Do they know what I'm
here for?"

   Crystal shook her head.  "No, I've just told them that I have something
special for them to judge.  So if you want to go into the office and
change, we will be ready in about fifteen minutes."

   Mary made her way to the office.  She slipped out of her clothes.  She
caught sight of herself in the mirror and smiled.  It felt good to be naked
again.  She caressed her breasts, feeling her nipples rise to the occasion.
In the studio, she could hear Crystal calling out moves to the dance music.
Soon she would be out there, slowly stripping off her clothes in front of
those twelve attractive young guys.  She felt a warm sensation between her
thighs and ran her fingers over her pussy.  She could already feel the
slight moistness as she parted her lips with a finger. She quickly put on
her costume and checked the Velcro fastenings.  When she was ready, she
checked her hair and make up, She could already feel the excitement
building up in her.  She heard the music stop, and she could just hear
Crystal talking, but she could not quite make out what she was saying.

   The office door opened and Crystal came in smiling.  "Your audience
awaits.  I'll put your music on, and when I announce you, come out and the
floor is yours."

   She left the door slightly ajar so that Mary could hear her.  Mary heard
the first strains of her introduction.  "Gentlemen, for your pleasure," she
heard Crystal announce, "I give you Annabelle."

   Mary pushed the door open and stepped out into the studio.  There were a
few whistles and a round of applause as she started her routine.  All the
hard work over the last two days was paying off.  She remembered her moves,
flashed her long legs, and smiled suggestively as she stroked her hands
over her body.  She was spot on when the music changed.  The fastenings of
her bolero jacket parted easily and it slid down her arms.  She smiled as
she tossed it towards the group.  Eager hands caught it.  She swirled out
of the slim skirt with a flourish, tossing it high into the air.

   She saw Crystal watching her.  Crystal smiled and gave her the thumbs
up. Mary saw the expectant looks on the guy's faces as she unclasped the
front fasteners of her bra.  She partly concealed her breasts with one arm
as she slipped out of the bra.  The discarded bra lay on the floor and she
now caressed her breasts.  She could feel her nipples tingling.  There were
whistles and more applause as she at last dropped her hands away and
exposed her breasts to everyone before she turned her back on the small
audience.

   She hooked her fingers in the waist band of her panties and began to
ease them over her hips.  She bent forward as she did so.  The panties
slipped down her legs until she was touching the floor.  There were
whistles and comments as the twin globes of her firm bottom were exposed.
She slipped the panties off her feet and tossed them into the air.

   She turned and faced the guys again.  She could see the expressions of
lust on their faces as they took in her all but naked body, the small
triangle of her G-string her only concealment.  The second track was almost
at the end.  She did a couple of high kicks, and as the music concluded,
she ripped off the final item.  There was wild applause as she raised her
arms above her head and stood before them now totally naked.

   She held the pose for a few moments as the last track started with slow
sensuous music.  She began to move around the studio like a proud feline;
she felt wonderful again.  What was it about being naked that made her feel
this way?  She enjoyed showing off her body; she enjoyed the pleasure it
gave her.  She knew it also gave pleasure to those watching.

   She began to perform slow erotic acrobatics.  The group had gone silent,
enthralled by her performance.  It excited her to expose herself like this.
She concealed nothing, and when the music faded away, she dropped to the
floor in the spread eagle position that Crystal had shown her.

   For what seemed like minutes there was silence in the room.  Then there
was an uproar.  Everyone was clapping and cheering.  Crystal came over and
helped her to her feet.  Everyone congratulated her.  A bottle of wine was
produced and drinks were handed round.  Her performance had obviously been
a total success.

   The guys came over and congratulated her.  They all wanted to be near
her.  She could feel the tension in the air.  Here she was, naked and
surrounded by twelve horny guys.  Before the situation could get out of
hand, Crystal pushed her way through and draped a wrap around Mary's
shoulders.  "Come on guys, give her some room.  She put on a good show for
you."

   Everyone agreed and Mary was pleased with the result.  Now, at least,
she knew that she could do it.  Reluctantly the guys began to drift away.

   Crystal came over and handed her another drink.  She was well pleased
with her pupil.  "You will make a great stripper," she said.  "If you ever
decide to go into it full time, just let me know, and I will be happy to
manage you."

   Mary smiled.  "Maybe.  You never know," she said with a smile.

   When the last of the guys had finally left, Mary sighed.  "There was an
awful lot of testosterone in the air."

   Crystal grinned.  "That's why I moved in.  One false move and you would
have been in the middle of a gang bang."

   Mary laughed.  "You are a spoil sport."

   Crystal shook her head.  "Even you couldn't have taken all twelve of
them on."

   "The way I was feeling after my performance, I'd have given it a damn
good try."

   Both girls laughed.

   "Go and get yourself changed.  I need to lock up; it's been a long day."

   As they left, Mary thanked Crystal for her help and for organizing the
show tonight.  She got in the car and drove home through the darkened
streets, thinking about what might have been.

   She sighed and guessed Rodger Rabbit was going to get a good work out
tonight.

   It was the following morning before she got the call she was waiting
for. "You all set for tonight?" he asked.

   "As well as I ever will be," she replied.

   "Be at the Metropol hotel at 8:30 tonight.  I've booked you a room.  You
will find all

   instructions there.  You have been very good up to now.  This is the
final night so don't let me down."

   Mary was a bit concerned to find it was the Metropol.  It was probably
the best hotel in town, and that's what bothered her.  Up to now,
everything had been out of town where she was not known.  She knew people
who went to the Metropol.  Burtondales, the company she worked for, used it
quite often to put up their guests.  She felt a little uneasy.

   She got off work early and got a good soak in the bath before she packed
her bag.  She made sure that she had everything: the costumes and the disc
that Crystal had made for her with her music on it.

   It was busy when she walked into the foyer of the hotel with her small
hold all.  The receptionist smiled.  "May I help you, madam?  Do you wish
to sign in?"

   Mary nodded and gave her name.  The receptionist checked her computer
and looked puzzled.  "I'm sorry, madam.  We don't seem to have a room under
that name.  Has it been booked through a company?"

   Mary was confused.  She did not know who had booked it.

   Just then a manager in a dark suit with a Metropol lapel badge came
over. "Is there a problem, Marie?" he asked the receptionist.

   "It's this lady, sir," the girl said.  "We don't seem to have her down."

   The man looked at the screen, then leaned over

   the girl's shoulder and pressed some keys on the computer.  His face lit
up with a smile.  "There she is, Marie.  She is booked in with the
Burtondales Party."

   Mary looked at him aghast.  "Did you say Burtondales?" she asked in a
strained voice.

   He nodded.  "Yes, they have the Monarch room tonight for a private
dinner party, but I thought it was a male only do." Then he seemed to
realize something.  He smiled.  "Oh, yes, I guess you are you the
entertainment?" he said looking her up and down suggestively.

   She stood there not knowing what to say or do.  She was visibly shaken
by the news.  She didn't know what she should do.  Maybe she should pick up
her bag and flee the place and face the consequences later.

   The manager passed her a card.  "Just sign in here, Miss, and I will get
somebody to take you to your room."

   In a haze she obediently signed the card, and a porter took her bag and
the key offered by the manager and she just followed him.

   "I took a package up to your room earlier, madam," the porter said.

   She nodded, still thinking furiously about what she should do.  The
porter unlocked the room, took in her bag, and handed her the key.  "Have a
good night with us," he said as he left.  Mary sat down on the edge of the
large bed, her head still in a whirl.  She saw the box on the dressing
table, the one the porter had spoken about.  She noticed there was a note
attached to it.  She reached over and pulled it off.  She opened it and
began to read the contents

   Dear Mary

   If you are reading this letter, I guess you have made it as far as the
room.  I guess it must have been quite a shock for you to find out who you
would be performing for.  I'm glad you haven't done anything silly like
running away.

   Burtondales has always organized a private dinner party for the
directors and managers on the eve of the AGM.  This year I was put in
charge of the entertainment, and instructed to put on something special. 
Mary, from what I have seen, you are very special.

   You will be required to do two spots for them: one after the dinner at
about 9.30 and again an hour later.  I guess I know how you are feeling at
this moment: how can you do it, how can you go out there and appear naked
before people you know and work with.

   Well, I have thought of that as well.  I know over the last month you
have begun to enjoy exposing yourself before strangers.  It excited you in
the supermarket and even more so at the Exotic Fair in Midchester, and you
even had to do it again last night.  I hear from Crystal that the guys at
the studio loved it, and she says you have made a very good exotic dancer.

   I think the plan I have tonight will excite you even more.  How would it
be if the board members did not recognize you?  Imagine how it would feel
dancing naked before people you know, but they did not know who you were.

   In the box you will find a mask, a very expensive mask.  It completely
covers your face and head and has been designed to fit in with your
outfits. Take it out, try it on.  You will realize once you have it on that
no one will be able to recognize you.

   The only member of Burtondales staff who has seen you naked, as far as I
know, is Bob Levant, and he's away on business.

   Don't disappoint me.  Give it a try.  I'm sure you will find it a most
enjoyable experience.

   Mary dropped the letter on the bed and lifted the box cover.  She opened
it and inside found the mask.  It was everything he said it was.  It did
fit in with her costume and it did hide her face completely.

   She tried it on.  It was a comfortable fit.  She looked in the mirror,
and had to admit it looked good.  Yes, she guessed she could do it.  It
might turn out to be as exciting as he suggested, dancing and displaying
herself.  They would never guess it was her.  She suddenly decided.  She
smiled to herself.  Wearing the mask she had nothing to lose, and it might
even be fun.

   She looked at her watch.  It was ten past nine.  If she were going to be
ready, she needed to start getting ready now.  Suddenly there was a knock
on the door.  She opened it.  A guy in a white tuxedo smiled at her.  "You
Annabelle?" he asked.

   She nodded.

   "I'm Rick, the DJ.  You have a disc for me?"

   She nodded.  It was in her bag.  She asked him to step in.  She searched
in her bag and found the disc.

   "Are both spots on here?" he asked.

   She nodded again.

   "Were running to time so you need to be in the anti room for nine
thirty. It's at the end of this corridor." He looked her up and down and
grinned.  "I'm looking forward to this.  I hear you are something special."

   She smiled.

   "When the speeches are over, I will come and check on you.  Then I'll
put on your music and introduce you.  Then it's all yours."

   When he had gone, Mary quickly undressed and got into her first costume.
With the mask fitted, she looked at herself in the long mirror.  He was
right; no one would know who she was.  Yes, he was right as usual, but it
was going to be a very weird experience,

   She made her way down the corridor to the door the DJ had indicated. 
She could hear voices and occasional laughter coming from the next room. 
She shivered slightly.  She knew most of the guys in there; she had worked
with them for several years now, and she could have never imagined that in
a short time she would be dancing naked in front of them.  An excited
shudder went through her body.  Suddenly there was loud applause.  She
guessed the speaker had finished.

   There was a tap on the door.  It partly opened and the DJ's head
appeared.  "You ready?"

   She nodded.

   "I'll give them five minutes: let them settle with their drinks.  By the
way, you look stunning, and I love the mask.  Makes you look mysterious. 
How do you want to be introduced?  Just as Annabelle?"

   Mary nodded again.  "Yes, that will do fine."

   "Okay," he said with a grin, "go out there and sock it to them."

   Then he was gone.  Mary listened at the door.  She had no idea how many
were out there.  Burtondales had a fairly large Board of Management, and
there were the company managers as well.  It was a bit of a pity Bob wasn't
going to be there.  He would have enjoyed it, probably more than the
others.

   Then she heard the DJ call for order.  "Gentlemen, tonight we have a
special surprise for you.  For your pleasure and entertainment tonight, I
give you the mysterious and exciting Annabelle!"

   As the music started, Mary pushed open the door and stepped confidently
into the room.  There was a short burst of applause.  She made her way
slowly and gracefully around the area that had been cleared for her.  It
wasn't a large room, and the space was fairly small, which meant she was
quite close to her audience.

   She immediately recognized people she knew.  BJ, the senior managing
director, was at one table in the centre of the room with two of the other
senior directors, and sitting with him was a younger guy whom she did not
recognize.

   She recognized Phil Green from distribution.  She found him attractive,
and he had always had a good word for her whenever they met.  And there
were Brian and Simon, the two finance managers who worked in her own
department.  Brian she knew had eyes for her, and Simon wasn't far behind
even though he was married.  Suddenly she was beginning to feel more
excited about the whole thing.  She remembered back a few weeks ago when
she had come to work with no underwear on and how the word seemed to had
gotten around, and guys had called in her office on any pretext just to get
a look at her.  Soon, some of those guys were going to see more then they
ever imagined.

   She was so interested in checking who was in the audience that she
almost missed her cue on the change of music.  Immediately she started her
strip routine.  There was a scraping of chairs on the floor as some member
moved in closer for a better look.

   Her bolero and skirt were soon decorating the floor.  She faced the
crowd, legs slightly apart, and ran her hand suggestively over her pubic
mound and then up and around her breasts.  She reached around and unclipped
her bra with both hands allowing the straps to slip down her arms, but
holding it against her breasts.  There were a few shouts of "get it off,
girl" from the back of the room, and finally she obliged, allowing it to
fall away completely.

   Now there were whoops and whistles.  They were now getting into the mood
of it.  She couldn't really believe it because she had always found them a
very staid bunch of guys, but you can never tell.  Get them into a
situation like this and they start to behave like any normal guys would.

   She moved around the floor caressing her breasts and flicking her
nipples that were already hard and erect.  They were loving it, and she had
to step back quickly a couple of times to be out of the reach of grasping
hands.

   She then took up a position centre floor, turned and faced the DJ,
hooked her fingers in her panties, and bent over as she slipped them down
her legs.  Again this raised more excited applause.  The sight of her firm
rear, and between her slightly parted thighs the inviting sight of her
pussy barely concealed from their view under the brief sequined G string,
brought the men to the edge of their seats, watching with lust in their
eyes.

   This time she was concentrating on the music.  She stood up, turned
slowly to face the audience, her hands resting on her hips, and as the
music concluded, she ripped away the G string and raised her arms high
above her head with her legs slightly apart.  She was displaying her total
nakedness to every one, and by the noise and the applause, they loved it.
As she stood there looking into their faces she felt elated.

   She held the pose for several seconds as the final piece of music began.
Then she began her slow sensuous acrobatic dance, the moves Crystal had
shown her, moves that revealed every intimate part of her body.  Nothing
was left hidden.  And she ended spread eagle on the floor.

   There was a standing ovation as she finally got to her feet and bowed to
them and waved as she ran back into the small anti room.

   She was breathing heavily and was now finding the mask constricting. 
She suddenly realized she had forgotten about her clothes she had left
scattered around the floor.  She had nothing to wear to get back to her
room, but she need not have worried when the door opened and the DJ looked
in.

   "All right to come in?" he asked, seeing her naked.  "I've collected up
your clothes."

   Mary saw no point in refusing him.  There was nothing he hadn't already
seen.

   "You put on a good show," he said as he handed her her clothes.  "But I
hear the second one is something really special."

   Mary looked at him a little puzzled.  She shrugged as she slipped her
skirt around her waist.  She didn't consider it a lot different from the
last one.  She had a few new ideas, but nothing she thought really special.
She didn't bother with her other clothes, but put the bolero on.

   The DJ said he would come and give her a knock when it was time for her
next spot.  She smiled, let herself out, and went back to her room.  She
was surprised to find a bunch of roses and a large bottle of champagne had
been delivered to her room.

   She went to the bathroom, slipped out of her costume, and took a quick
shower.  She was all hot and sweaty from her performance.  As she stroked
between her thighs, she was almost tempted to go a little further, but she
decided to wait until later.  She had just wrapped herself in warm hotel
robe when she heard a knock on the door.  She went over and opened it and
found a porter holding a tray with an appetizing selection of dainty savory
sweet snacks on it.

   "These were ordered for you, madam.  Shall I set them out?"

   She stood back and let him in and watched as he arranged them on a
plate. "Would you like the champagne opened?" he asked, looking at the
bottle.

   "Yes, please, that would be lovely," Mary said.

   He opened the bottle and poured her a glass.  "Will that be all?"

   Mary thanked him; he smiled, thanked her and left, closing the door
behind him.  Then she sat there enjoying herself.  The champagne was
wonderful and the snacks were extremely tasty.

   The champagne was a good vintage, and Mary did rather go over her limit.
She was a little light headed when she decided that it was time to get
herself ready for the second spot, the spot that by now she was quite
looking forward to.

   The DJ poked his head around the door and told her she was on in five
minutes.  "I'm all ready," she said.  "I'll come along now." So they made
there way back to the small anti room together.

   He noticed she seemed to be a little unsteady on her feet.  "Are you
going to be alright?" he asked a little concerned.

   She nodded.  "I'll be alright when I get out there.  I guess I might
have had one too many," she said with a grin.

   Left on her own, she sat and waited for her cue to go on.  She needed to
make some differences in the routine this time, and she had thought about
some ideas that Crystal had suggested.  Get more involved with your
audience was one suggestion she remembered her saying.  Nothing like
getting them involved in the act; they love it.

   She heard the DJ call the group to order and then her music started. 
"Gentlemen, let's hear it for Annabelle." There was loud applause as she
stepped into the room. This time she did not stay on the small dance floor,
but moved in among the audience, twisting and turning as she made her way
between the tables.  Behind her mask she was smiling at faces she knew, but
who had no idea who she was.

   Before the first piece of music ended, she made her way back on the
dance floor.  She stayed there while she slowly and suggestively removed
her small jacket and skirt.

   With the outer items removed, she again moved in among the tables, now
dressed only in her brief bra and panties.  She experienced the thrill as
some of the guests casually began to stroke her legs and touch her bottom
as she danced past them.  She made her way over to the table where Phil
Green was located.  She put her hand on the table and leaned forward
displaying her exciting cleavage.  She lifted his hand and pressed it
against the clasp at the front of her bra.  She saw the look in his eyes as
he realized what she wanted him to do.

   He struggled slightly, his fingers fumbling with the catch, but at last
it came undone and the cups fell away from her breasts.  Her awesome
breasts and erect nipples were only inches from his face.  He could see
every slight detail: the deep brown areolas and the puckered nipples.  Mary
lifted his hand again and placed it over her breast.  She could feel him
shaking.

   She allowed him the pleasure of her breast for a few moments, then
pulled away, slipped out of her bra, and draped it over his head.  Others
in the audience wanted their turn.  She willingly allowed them to caress
her.  It was exciting to feel the hands of so many men on her body.

   She was now standing before the table where Brian and Simon were seated.
Brian tried to reach out and touch her breasts, but she pulled away, turned
around, and offered him her rear instead.  She indicated the waistband of
her brief panties and bent over, her bottom protruding towards him.

   He didn't need a second invitation.  He gripped the waist band in both
hands and slowly drew the panties down over her inviting rear.  Free of her
hips, they fell to the floor.  She stayed in position exposing the twin
creamy spheres of firm flesh.  She did not have to wait long as she felt
his hands stroke over them, squeezing gently.  She stooped down, picked up
the discarded panties, and pressed them into his hand before dancing away
wearing nothing but the miniscule G string.

   She knew where she was heading next: BJ's table.  She guessed she had to
let the top man claim the ultimate prize.  She smiled as she saw the
expression on his face as she moved in beside him.  She stroked her hand
around his head, then pulled it to her, pressing his face against her
breasts.  There was applause around the room.  She pushed back the glasses
on the table and eased herself up on it, kneeling on her haunches in front
of BJ.  She reached for his hands and pressed them to her breasts, rubbing
herself against them.  Then she slowly moved them down her body until they
were on the thin cord that secured her G string.

   She looked into the now sweating face of her Managing Director, and
nodding slowly, raised herself on to her knees in front of him.  He was now
looking directly at the small triangle of material that just covered her
pussy.  He hooked a finger in the cord and looked up at her.  She nodded
again, and with a sharp pull, he ripped it away.  She saw the look on his
face as he was presented with the sight of her bare pussy.  She knew it was
already moist; she could feel herself juicing up.  The others on the table
were looking as well.  The young guy sitting beside BJ's side was smiling,
and she saw him raise his hand to signal to somebody.

   Suddenly the music stopped.  She looked over at the DJ and was about to
get off the table when the young guy grabbed her wrist and stopped her. 
"We now have a surprise present for you, my dear." His voice: she seemed to
recognize it, but could not place it.  She looked around as she heard the
door of the anti room open and someone step out wearing a hooded cloak. 
The figure walked to the centre of the room and stood there.

   Suddenly the music started again: a deep thudding beat, slowly rising.
Then abruptly the figure tore off the cloak and Mary gasped.  For there
standing before her in all his naked glory was Jerome.  There were gasps
from the audience as he ran his hand along the length of his already hard
cock.  With his other hand he beckoned her.

   By this point in the proceedings, Mary was excited, and was also
extremely horny, but she was still enough in control of her senses to
realize what they were expecting of her now.  The signs were obvious.  They
wanted to see her fucked by the black guy with the huge cock.  The whole
scene almost sobered her up.  The throbbing music continued.  She looked at
Jerome and then around the room.  All eyes were on her.  She had no
objection to being fucked again by Jerome, not after last time, but this
wasn't the place.

   Stripping in front of them had been exciting.  Allowing them to touch
her and undress her--that too had excited her, but was she willing to go
this far?

   She thought for a moment, then slowly slid down off the table.  Why the
hell not?  She had enjoyed the feel of that huge cock inside her, and they
still didn't know who she was so what did it matter?  She had been fucked
in public at the erotic show.  This was no different.

   She made her way slowly over to where Jerome was standing.  When she
moved close, she ran her hands over his chest and down around his waist
pulling him toward her, feeling his hardness pressing against her.

   Slowly she slid down onto her knees in front of him.  She took his cock
in her hands and slowly worked them up and down along its length.  Then she
bent forward and there was a gasp from the audience as she took him deep
into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him.

   She sucked on him hungrily as he rocked slowly to and fro to the beat of
the music, forcing himself up against the back of her throat.  When the
music began to quicken, the crowd began to urge him on until at last, with
a cry, he came.

   Mary eagerly swallowed all she could, but it still ran down her chin in
streams and dripped onto her breasts.

   He pulled her to her feet.  He rubbed his hands over her breasts and
body, spreading his juices over her.  He turned to where the DJ was and
nodded.  The guy walked out with a chair and placed it before him.  "Rest
your hands on the seat and spread your legs," he said speaking quietly into
her ear.  She followed his instructions.

   He ran his hands between her thighs and she felt a finger push up inside
her.  She gasped!  "You like it, don't you?  You like these guys seeing you
take my cock." Mary nodded urgently.  "Tell me you like it,"

   "I like it," she replied in a quite voice,

   "Tell me how much you like it," he said, thrusting his finger further
in.

   "I like it a lot and I want to feel you inside me,"

   He grinned and withdrew his finger.  She now felt the head of his cock
pressing up against her entrance.  She pressed herself against him wanting
to feel him inside her.

   "You are one hot babe," he said, and her body tensed and she cried out
as he thrust himself inside her.  She had now lost all sense of decency;
she didn't care who was watching; she just wanted to be satisfied, to feel
the monster cock invading her: the feel, the tightness, and the power. 
Soon she was gasping, gripping on to the chair and crying out, "Fuck me,
fuck me hard, make me come."

   Jerome obliged amid cheers from the amazed audience, most of whom had
never before seen such a performance.  The cheers continued as she
collapsed on to the floor, her legs no longer being able to support her. 
She lay there gasping, her legs wide apart, giving everyone a view of the
juices seeping out of her and running down between her thighs on to the
dance floor.  She lay there for a while before Jerome helped her to her
feet and assisted her from the room.  In the anti room, he sat her down. 
There was still some champagne left.  He poured her a glass and she drank
it down greedily.  Then he passed her a towel to clean herself up with.

   Suddenly there was a knock on the door.  It opened and there was BJ with
the young guy who had been sitting by his side.  They came in.  The young
guy had Jerome's cloak over his arm.  He handed it too him along with an
envelope.  "I think this is what you were quoted," he said.  Again, Mary
had that nagging sensation about the voice.  Where had she heard it before?

   Jerome felt the envelope and nodded.  "I guess I don't need to check
it," he said.  Then he slipped his cloak around his naked body and left.

   The pair turned and looked at Mary.  She sat there still naked.  There
was no point in covering up now.  She had nothing more to show.

   "I want to thank you for making this such a memorable evening even
though it has cost me a lot of money."

   Mary looked at him not really understanding.

   BJ smiled.  "I guess I ought to introduce you to my son, Rodger.  He has
just arrived back from his gap year after getting very good results from
University, and he will now be taking his place with me at Burtondales." He
turned and looked at him.

   "He's a very resourceful young man, and I gave him the job of organizing
this evening, and especially the entertainment.  I said I wanted something
special, and when he told me what he had in mind, I didn't believe him, so
we had a wager, and now I have to buy him a new sports car.  It's all
because of you, young lady."

   Both men were smiling now.  BJ looked at his son and shook his head. 
"As I said, he's one very resourceful man and will do very well at
Burtondales.  The wager was that I could select one member of my staff and
he would get her to put on a performance for us here tonight."

   Mary almost fainted on hearing those words.  They knew who she was.  And
now she knew why the voice was familiar.  Rodger was obviously the guy on
the phone, the one who had been giving her assignments.  Her mind was in a
whirl.  How many of the other men in the room knew.

   BJ saw the state she was in.  He smiled.  "It's alright.  Calm down. 
Know one else knows; it will be our little secret.  You still have your
job, but I'm afraid Bob will have to go.  He won't be fired, just moved on
to a better position in another division well away from here.  There will
be a price to pay.  We can't have one of our executives going around
exposing herself to everyone, now can we?

   Mary shook her head and began to unfasten the mask.  There was no point
in keeping it on now.  She pulled it off and shook out her hair.  She
looked up at BJ and Rodger.  BJ looked her over.  "You are a very
attractive and obliging young lady, with a most exciting body," he said. 
"So I'm promoting you to the job as Rodger's PA.  Of course, there will be
a raise in salary.  I'm sure Rodger will find you a very willing assistant,
and, of course, from time to time, there might be other little favors you
can do for the company."

   Mary looked at the two of them.  So it was over at last?  Was this
really the end or just the beginning?