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 ï>¿Carla Heats Up Thanksgiving! by LuckyDave1066

   Carla Heats Up Thanksgiving!  Pt.  01

   On a business road trip, she mixes work with some play!

   It had been almost a year since Carla had returned to her western
Pennsylvania roots and moved back in with her parents, a bit east of
Pittsburgh.  Her two years living in Ardmer, Oklahoma seemed like a
different life now, especially the scandalous behavior she had indulged in
just before leaving town.  She imagined the local gossips were still
telling the tale of how she entertained a few lucky friends at a local dive
bar last Thanksgiving.

   With this year's Thanksgiving almost here Carla couldn't help thinking
about her last few days in Ardmer, as well as her long, eventful road trip
back to the Pittsburgh area.  "Good thing nobody I know now has any idea
about what I got up to that week," she thought, attributing her
uncharacteristic run of wild behavior to the stress of leaving her job and
moving with no job lined up where she was headed.

   Her time since moving back east had been anything but wild.  Between her
often long hours at her new job in the commercial lending department of
Pitt 1st Bank, a small but growing bank based in Pittsburgg, her fairly
long commute, and living in her childhood bedroom, she often thought her
love life was about as exciting as that of a nun.

   Her focus on establishing herself at work was paying off, with her
supervisors giving her more and more responsibility.  Included with the
responsibility came fairly frequent travel, but none to anywhere
particularly exciting.  Even if the destinations had been appealing, her
trips were usually only a day or two long and too tightly scheduled to get
out and explore.

   When she was tasked with training employees in the equivalent department
at a bank her employer had recently bought, she was excited; not only was
she being entrusted with an important assignment, but the office she would
be visiting was in Miami, offering at least a hope of the trip being
interesting.  She was sorry to have to miss spending Thanksgiving with her
family, but looked forward to a few days enjoying weather almost like
summer in Pennsylvania.  She packed some summer clothing along with her
work outfits.

   Carla was able to arrange for her departure to be set for Friday night,
giving her some beach time as well as time for some sightseeing before
getting down to work the following Monday.  Her employer didn't cover the
expense of her hotel room for the extra couple of nights, but she didn't
mind springing for a room at the off-season rate she was charged.  She
managed to work in a little bit of shopping, buying some things not even
slightly unique to Miami.  The Steelers jersey she found in a shop was a
perfect Christmas gift for her brother, so she was glad to find it.  She
counted getting a head start on her Christmas shopping list as a win, and
was able to fit it, along with a handful of things she picked up for
herself, into her carry-on.

   Carla's mini-vacation ended Sunday night as her Uber ride took her away
from the restored Art-Deco hotel in South Beach she'd been staying at to a
pleasant but generic Hilton Garden Inn several miles from any beach.  Her
new room was actually a suite, allowing her to treat part of the space as a
work area, as she planned to do a few hours of her regular work after
dinner most nights.

   Once she had settled into her room, Carla went downstairs to the hotel
restaurant for dinner.  The menu was acceptable though hardly exciting, but
the eerily quiet atmosphere was off-putting.  With the diners at the only
two other tables in use already having dessert, it seemed like she was
going to make the staff work late.  When her server returned to take her
order, Carla asked if she could have the pasta primavera from the
restaurant menu served in the bar.  He said, "No problem, miss.  Come with
me." In less than a minute she was seated at a small table in the bar,
where at least she could do some people watching and possibly even
eavesdrop a bit.  The server returned with the glass of Merlot she had
ordered before the move.

   Carla enjoyed her dinner more than she had expected to.  The food wasn't
bad, the wine was actually pretty good, and the people watching was way
better than it would have been in the nearly vacant dining room.  She saw a
young couple clearly not happy with each other, a couple who appeared to be
in their eighties or older who seemed delighted to be there, and a group of
late-middle-aged men in a cluster at the bar.  The group of men were
laughing and talking loudly enough that she couldn't hear any of her other
fellow diners, but they weren't being rowdy.  The bits of the men's
conversation she could hear made it clear that they'd been friends a long
time and enjoyed each other's company.

   Wanting to be sharp for what she knew would be a busy day Monday, Carla
resisted the temptation to have a second glass of wine after she finished
her dinner, heading back to her room to work for a couple of hours.  By
9:30 her shoulders and neck were feeling stiff, so she changed into bike
shorts, a sports bra, and a t-shirt and headed downstairs to the gym to
work out her kinks.  Passing by the lobby after a quick workout around
10:30, she was surprised to see the group of gray-haired men still at the
bar.  "Party on, old dudes," she chuckled as she waited for the elevator.
By 11:00 she had enjoyed a long, hot shower and set out her outfit for the
next day.  She turned off the lamp on the nightstand and was sleeping by
11:30.

   Monday's work time went more smoothly than she had expected, with the
staff at the bank being acquired eager to learn how their new employer's
systems worked.  Wrapping up work just after 5:30, Carla could see nothing
resembling a restaurant in the office park where she'd been working, and
didn't feel like taking a long cab ride to find dinner, settling instead
for another dinner in the hotel's bar.

   By 6:15 Carla was seated at a small table in the bar.  She had just
ordered her pan-seared salmon and was almost halfway through her glass of
wine when she noticed the arrival of what looked to her like the same group
of middle-aged guys in suits who had been there most of the night before.
One of them apparently noticed her noticing them, because a few minutes
after she looked their way one of the bartenders approached her with a
glass of red wine, the same kind she was already enjoying, telling her it
was "compliments of the gentlemen at the bar." She accepted the glass with
a nod to thank her benefactors.

   Carla had been offered a drink at a hotel bar on work trips more times
than she could remember, and often accepted, but those offers had
invariably been made by a solitary male closer to her own age who she
imagined was hoping for a road trip hookup.  It never ceased to amaze her
how much some men thought buying a woman a drink entitled them to.  She'd
never been tempted to take any of them up on their offers beyond the
initial offer of a drink, but when one of the group she'd been observing
approached her as she was finishing her dinner and asked her if she'd like
to join the group for an after-dinner drink, she was curious enough to
accept, joining the group once she had finished and signed for her meal.

   Carla's curiosity increased once she was in the middle of the gang; they
were all at least twice her age, mostly not particularly fit or good
looking.  Her father had taught her how to size up a typical businessman's
economic status by looking at their clothing, shoes, and watch; this group
seemed prosperous but didn't really show any sign that they were wealthy.
They told her they were all partners in an accounting firm, though a couple
of them were also lawyers.  Without being vain, Carla guessed an impartial
observer would say that at least based on appearances, she, a fit,
statuesque blonde just entering her mid-20's, was way out of their league.

   It only took Carla a few minutes of conversation to recognize qualities
in them that most of her usual would-be suitors lacked.  They were funny,
relaxed, curious about her, appreciative of but not focused on her looks.
They were all married, and spoke well of their spouses, with some
mentioning how they missed them when traveling; that alone made Carla like
them even more, having frequently been the target of husbands looking for a
fling.  Their very unsuitability as romantic partners made Carla
comfortable with them, enough so that she had a second drink with them
before saying goodnight by 8:15 PM.

   Tuesday's work went well enough, though Carla detected an undercurrent
of uneasiness in the local employees, as they worried about whether their
new employer would keep all of their office's personnel on once the
transition was complete.  Carla told them, truthfully, that she hadn't
heard anything more than they had, and that she assumed that she wouldn't
have been sent to train them if the bank wasn't serious about keeping them
as employees.  The tension made her glad to leave right on time, getting
back to her hotel by 5:30.

   Carla intended to go straight to her room and log in to her office's
server, but seeing Ed, Eric, Tim, Bill, and Joe already at the bar she
joined them.  Their banter cheered her up, and she joined them for dinner
at the bar.  They were complaining about the outcome of the previous
night's football game, being long-suffering NY Giants fans.  The pounding
their team had received from the Buccaneers led to Ed asking her, "You're
not a Tampa Bay fan, are you?"

   "Nope, born and raised a Steelers fan," she replied.

   "Oh, that's okay, then," Tim said, "It's even longer since your team
made it to the Super Bowl than it's been for ours!"

   "And the Steelers haven't won one in like, forever," Bill chimed in,
"You probably weren't even born yet the last time Pittsburgh won one!"

   Getting into the trash-talking spirit, Carla shot back, "Wow, you guys
are being kind of mean.  I guess that's what having to cheer for a team
under.500 does to some people."

   The good-natured ribbing went on throughout her dinner and a couple of
rounds of drinks, with Carla exhausting her knowledge of which teams were
doing well and which weren't pretty quickly.  Her companions knew way, way
more than she did about most of the league's teams, their players, and how
the next few week's matchups would affect the upcoming playoffs.  Rather
than let them mock her lack of detailed football knowledge, Carla tried
bluffing her way through the conversation.  Ed and Tim saw through her
attempt to fake it, testing her by asking several nonsensical questions
about various teams, including her Steelers.  She took the bait, trying to
bullshit her way through with equally nonsensical answers.

   Around 9:00, Carla announced that she needed to get some sleep.

   "Carla, you're fun to have around and all, but you've been such a
party-pooper, leaving us so early every night," Tim complained

   "Dude, I like a late night out as much as anyone," Carla protested.

   "Says the woman who's tucked in before the 11:00 PM news!" laughed Ed.

   "I can be every bit as wild as you guys, believe me!" she answered.

   The men all laughed.  Ed finally replied doubtfully, "If you say so."

   "Well, I'm guessing none of you have ever stripped naked in a bar," she
shot back.

   Their laughter stopped; Tim broke the silence, asking, "Are you saying
you've done that?"

   "Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I did, once.  It wasn't as crazy as it
sounds, it was just me and a couple of friends there." she answered,
blushing, "I made a bet on the Cowboys game last Thanksgiving which went
bad because of that freak play at the end of the game."

   "Okay, you win.  You might go to sleep earlier than we do, but you
clearly have a wild side," Ed admitted.

   His companions all agreed, bowing to her while saying, "We're not
worthy!"

   Eager to change the subject, Carla got the guys talking about their
beloved Giants.  She stayed for one more drink, then told her companions
she really did need to go.  As she was about to leave she asked, "so, as I
came in tonight I noticed a sign saying the bar is closed for Thanksgiving.
What do you guys plan to do with yourselves without this place to hang out
in?"

   "Probably just find a sports bar, drink beer and eat mediocre pizza,"
Bill said, not sounding very enthusiastic, "would you like to join us?"

   "Not my sort of scene," she replied, thinking about a couple of times
she had visited a Hooters knock-off bar with her ex-fiance.  "In my
experience, those places are usually noisy and full of drunk dudes, I think
I'll pass." Though she had no interest in spending her day at a sports bar,
she also wasn't looking forward to a full day of hanging around her room by
herself.  She had been thinking about an idea for how to make the day more
fun for herself and her new buddies, and made them an offer.  "My employer
put me up for the week in a suite, with enough room for you all to come
watch the games if you'd like.  If you can stand to miss the waitresses
wearing booty shorts, I'd be willing to spring for some higher quality
pizza and wings to be delivered if you bring the beer!"

   "Sounds pretty good, but we like to make the games more interesting by
having a little bet or two on a couple of games, and at a bar, we can
usually find someone interested in doing the same," Ed answered, "Can we
think it over and let you know tomorrow night?"

   "Sure, see you then!" she replied, hoping they'd take her up on her
offer.

   Nursing a mild hangover Wednesday morning, Carla made it through
Wednesday's training sessions, but was glad to be done when 5:00 PM finally
arrived.  With no work to worry about getting up for in the morning, she
was happy to join her new buddies for a steak and a glass of Cabernet at
the bar.  She enjoyed chatting with them and accepted a couple more glasses
of wine.  By 8:30 she was beginning to get tired and told the group she was
about to leave and asked if she'd be seeing them the next day.

   "We're in if you can at least make a few small bets with us to back up
your misplaced confidence in the Steelers," Tim answered, "We're thinking
$200 each, with us betting that your team loses."

   "Hold up there!" Carla replied, "I'm not exactly making a huge salary,
and I'm trying to save up enough to move out of my parent's house.  I
really can't afford to lose that much!"

   "Well, how about just $100 each?"

   "That would still hurt, my car needs work and my bank balance is barely
going to cover it as it is," she replied.

   "Any less than that and it's just not much fun for us," Bill added.

   "What if," Eric said, grinning, "you bet the same thing as that other
bet you told us about?

   "Bet my clothes?  No freaking way!  I've learned my lesson about doing
that; one screwed-up play could be enough to leave me naked!"

   "How about if we each bet $200 against your clothes, with you not even
needing the Steelers to actually win," Eric said.  "Instead of being
vulnerable to one freak play like that other time, as long as they score at
all that day, even if their opponent scores 100 points, you win." A couple
of the guys grumbled about how much the odds were in her favor with this
offer; the Steelers weren't a great team, but they didn't often go
scoreless either.  Eric reminded them that the bet was just meant to make a
game they didn't care about interesting, which seemed to satisfy them.

   "I'm not saying yes, but just so I understand what you're proposing,
you're saying that as long as Pittsburgh scores, anything at all, even if
they lose 100-2, you'll each give me $200?  And the only way I lose is if
they don't score at all?  Do I have that right?"

   "Yeah, that's right.  You only lose if they don't score, and even then
you wouldn't lose any cash, just the use of your clothing for the duration
of the following game." Eric replied.

   Carla felt goosebumps hearing that if she lost the bet she'd have to
stay naked all the way through an entire game.  The image of her sitting
around in the nude with her new friends refused to leave her alone, but
didn't keep her from focusing on finding out exactly what the men clustered
around her had in mind.  She pressed them for details, asking, "If I do
somehow lose, just what are you expecting me to do?  If you've got some
lurid porno fantasy going, forget about that right now."

   Eric tried to reassure her, "No ma'am, nothing like that.  For married
geezers like us, just getting to see an intelligent, beautiful young lady
like you without any clothes on would be a big deal.  Maybe you could take
care of serving us our pizza and drinks, but that would be about as wild as
it might get."

   "I may be crazy, "she said, "but a shutout seems like a pretty long
longshot, so I'll risk it!  You guys are going to have the privilege of
helping me get together enough cash to finally move out of my parent's
house!"

   Having two lawyers in their group, the men had Joe write up the terms of
their bet on a couple of bar napkins, and the gray-haired gang all signed
it.  Carla was hesitant about putting her name on the improvised document,
but signed after Joe told her it was only for reference tomorrow if there
was any doubt about the terms of the bet, and that she could have custody
of the only copy of the contract.  She looked it over and confirmed that it
matched what they had talked about, then signed it.  Her hand shook a bit
as she put her signature on a contract which, however unlikely, would
require her to strip naked in full view of a bunch of men she hardly knew
if certain conditions were met.

   Both sides of the unorthodox bet celebrated with a shot of the best
Tequila the hotel bar had to offer and made their plans for the following
afternoon.  "What time should we arrive?" Bill asked.

   "I think the first game starts at 12:30," said Eric.

   "But I'm sure Pittsburgh isn't playing in the early game," Ed added.

   "I'm embarrassed to admit I haven't checked the schedule," Carla
replied.

   "It's really not important," Tim said, "we'd all like to come for the
first game anyway, and stay for the other two if that's okay with you."

   "Sounds good," Carla replied enthusiastically, "I'll have our lunch
delivered around halftime of the first game."

   More than slightly buzzed, Carla and her gang left for their rooms. 
Carla was surprised by the size of the tip Ed left for the bartender, but
thinking about how long they'd all been drinking thought maybe it wasn't so
unusual after all.  The men wished her a good night's sleep when she got
off the elevator on the 4th floor; they continued to their rooms on the 6th
floor.

   Carla slept well, but not until after 3:00 AM.  She worried about
precisely what she had agreed to, reading the two-napkin contract a few
times to be sure of the meaning of the clause which was making her anxious.
"I only see one way to interpret it," she thought, and smiled a nervous
smile.

   Setting the napkins down in front of the TV, she moved on to picking out
her outfit for the get-together.  She set out her pink running shoes and
matching no-show socks, a purple thong, and a red lace bra, both bought
just a few days ago at a shop in South Beach.  She dug through her suitcase
for her black silk skirt, the shortest of the four she'd packed, unused
during the trip because she found that the women she was training all
tended to dress more conservatively, and the Steelers jersey she had bought
with her brother in mind.  "A little sexy, but not too blatant," she
thought, finally slipping into bed.

   A half-hour after she slept through the 11:30 alarm she had set on her
phone, Carla crept out of bed and hustled into the bathroom to shower and
shave her legs.  In a spur of the moment addition to her grooming, she did
away with most of her pubes, leaving a narrow strip, barely enough to prove
her long blonde hair was her natural color.

   Showered and groomed, she had just finished drying her hair when she
heard someone knocking on the door to her suite.  She wrapped herself up in
a towel and checked the peephole.  It was Ed, apparently on his own. 
"Funny, I thought you guys always traveled in a pack," she said as she let
him in.  On her way back into the bathroom, she scooped up the clothes
she'd set out the night before, adding one more item as an option, a
long-sleeved gold button-down blouse.

   Eric tends to sleep in," Ed answered, "Joe and Tim are out looking for
somewhere open where they can get our beer, and Bill, well, I'm not sure
where he is.  I'm sure they'll all be here before the kickoff."

   He wasn't obvious about it, but once Carla had turned her back to go
back to the bathroom he took a long look at her; the way the damp towel
clung to her made him glad he'd decided to come a few minutes early. 
Whatever did or didn't happen later, he'd seen her in a way his buddies
wouldn't get to.  Still imagining what she'd look like without the towel,
he heard a knock on the door and asked, "Should I answer it for you?"

   "Sure," she said through the bathroom door, still only partially
dressed, "As long as it's one of your group, you can let them in." As it
happened, it was all four members of the group.  They stocked the
mini-fridge with most of the beer, minus the first round for themselves and
Carla.  By the time she came out of the bathroom they had the TV on and
were watching the last few minutes of the pregame show.  "Well, make
yourselves at home!" she laughed.

   All five men jumped up to greet her and offer her whichever seat she'd
like.  Joe offered her a beer, which she accepted gladly, a little
surprised by how much attention all five men were paying to her legs."
You'd think they'd never seen a tall woman in a short skirt before," she
thought.  Catching sight of her reflection in a full-length mirror just
outside the bathroom, she understood why the lower half of her body was of
such interest; her blouse fit in with her team's colors but was shapeless.
She smiled as she realized her surprise at their ogling of her freshly
shaved legs was at least partly due to how used she was to having it be her
upper body that got all the attention.

   Before settling in to watch the Bears and the Lions play, Carla ordered
a few pizzas from a local place recommended by a clerk at the front desk.
Everyone sat and watched the game, which was actually fairly entertaining
for a game between two mediocre teams.  The food was delivered just before
halftime and the hungry group devoured the pizzas, all except Carla, who
was too be nervous to eat, wondering how soon the outcome of her bet would
be settled.  The second half of the game kept everyone distracted, with the
score staying close.  Noticing there were only two slices of pizza left and
hours of football ahead, Carla ordered a few more pies.

   Joe and Tim had done a better job of estimating how much alcohol the
group would be able to go through.  Despite downing close to one bottle per
quarter each, their beer supply looked like it might be able to see them
through all three games, with a little help from some Rum and Tequila
they'd brought.  Carla had switched over to small, well-spaced shots of
Tequila by the 4th quarter.  With the first game almost over, she said, to
no one in particular, "I haven't seen a single commercial for the Steeler's
game, doesn't that seem strange?"

   "Maybe it's a regional thing, the only team people around here care
about is the Dolphins," said Eric, chuckling a bit.

   "Still, if the Dolphins aren't playing today the local station is still
going to show whoever is playing, right?" Carla asked.  She picked up her
phone and started tapping it, saying, "there must be somewhere I can see
today's schedule."

   "Don't bother, Carla," said Ed, "You won't be able to find out what time
today the Steelers are playing using your phone, either."

   "Why wouldn't I, is it some kind of secret?"

   "No secret at all," Ed answered, beginning to smile, "They simply aren't
one of the six teams playing today; if you were as big a fan of them as you
claim to be, you'd have known that."

   "There is no Steelers game?  Okay, it's true I didn't know that, but
you've all been acting like there was one all this time, you're a sneakier
lot than I thought.  I guess with no game, none of us can win or lose our
bet, what a lot of buildup for nothing!" she said a bit nervously.  She
muted the TV to focus on the sudden change in their conversation.

   "Well, actually," Joe interrupted, "if you read the contract carefully,
you'll see that paragraph 3 states: 'If the Pittsburgh Steelers football
team does not score any points at all in a National Football League game on
Thursday, November 28, 2021, Bettor A (Carla Mc Enders) agrees to remove
all of her clothing and remain naked until the end of whatever NFL game is
currently in progress, in view of Bettors B, C, D, E, and F, named above,"
it's pretty clear about what's required."

   "Oh.  My.  God.  You can't actually expect me to get naked in front of
you all to settle a bet on the score of a nonexistent game?  Are you
kidding me?"

   "You did agree to the terms," Bill said, "and seemed pretty sure you
were going to win a bunch of our money!"

   "Whatever the damned contract says, this doesn't seem very fair," she
whined.

   "Fair?  You've obviously never dealt with an actual bookie!" Eric said,
laughing.

   The TV silently showed the Bears edging the Lions by 2 points with a
field goal with 1 second left on the clock, but nobody in Carla's suite
cared, or even noticed.

   "I can't believe you guys," she fumed, "I thought you were gentlemen. 
Looks like I was mistaken, but as fucked up as this bet is, technically I
did lose.  I've never welched on a bet before, and I'm not going to now!"

   A brief between games pregame show for the Cowboys vs Las Vegas game
rolled silently by, unnoticed by anyone in suite 416, not being anywhere
near as fascinating as the possibility that Carla might actually be about
to get naked!

   Moments after Las Vegas kicked off to Dallas to start the game, Carla
picked up the remote and turned the TV off, then stood up and stepped in
front of the blank screen.  From the first moment she believed this was
really going to happen, she'd felt it only fair that she have the undivided
attention of her audience.  It seemed a small thing to ask if she was going
to strip nude right in front of them; if any of the men missed the play by
play, they were wise enough to keep their objections to themselves.

   The five men were pretty pleased with themselves for having tempted her
into an unwinnable bet, one which would inevitably result in her being
naked in their midst, and stay exposed for at least a couple of hours! 
Only Carla knew how much she had helped steer events to bring about the
result they wanted, which she wanted at least as much!

   She'd been imagining this moment ever since Tuesday night, when her
companions were convinced that she didn't really know much about football.
While she didn't follow the sport anywhere near as closely as they did, it
would be hard for anyone living in the vicinity of Pittsburgh NOT to at
least know when the Steelers were or were not playing.  She realized after
the fact that the $100 tip Ed had given the bartender might have been
partially a payment to keep the bartender from mentioning which teams were
going to be playing on Thanksgiving.  "You could have saved your money,
Ed," she thought, "I already knew the schedule!"

   The guy's razzing her for always calling it a night earlier than they
did had given her an excuse to mention her antics last Thanksgiving,
planting the image of her getting naked in a bar in their minds.  The hotel
bar being closed on Thanksgiving had been a big help in getting her to this
point, as had the men's persistence in trying to overcome her refusal to
bet much money.  Taking away their chance to make much money on a bet with
her steered them towards coming up with more interesting stakes.

   Standing still and silent before her audience, Carla was surprised to
find that despite having willingly helped set herself up to do this crazy
thing, actually taking the first step was proving harder than she thought
it would be.  Having thought of little else the past couple of days didn't
keep her hands from getting clammy or her heart from racing.  Oddly, she
began to feel a bit calmer once she had taken the first, small step down
the path she'd set for herself; she raised both hands towards her neck and
popped free the top button on her blouse.  Instead of continuing with the
remaining four buttons down the front of the shiny gold garment, she
unfastened the two buttons at each cuff.

   Carla's five-man audience began to clap, but went quiet when she spun
around to face the window, her back to them.  She worked her way down the
row of buttons, and when they were all unfastened she pulled the edges wide
open and looked over her shoulder to see how the men were reacting to this
little bit of teasing.  Instead of baring her shoulders, she pulled the
blouse closed again, then turned to face the men.

   As soon as she finished her turn she jerked her blouse wide open,
revealing what was beneath - a big number 12 on a black Steelers jersey! 
Despite having expected to by now be seeing less fabric and more of her
skin, the men were all old enough to remember Terry Bradshaw as a player,
before his gig as a TV personality, mixing some laughter with their cheers.
The cheers were joined by some whistling as they watched Carla slide her
arms free and toss her blouse aside.

   Playing a little joke on her audience calmed Carla down some, making her
comfortable enough to allow a bit of audience participation; working her
way from left to right, she approached each of the men and raised a foot up
to allow them to remove either a shoe or sock.  The men were definitely not
expecting to be invited to help her along on her way to nudity and were
well mannered, except for Eric, who seemed to think removing her shoe
required massaging her calf.  His boldness resulted in her wagging her
finger at him and withdrawing her foot before he had even begun untying her
shoe's laces.  She moved on, Eric's boldness allowing all of the others a
chance to help Carla get barefoot.

   In a sort of preview of coming attractions, Carla turned her back on the
guys again and flipped up the hem of her skirt for a second or two.  Short
as it was, the flash of her thong-clad butt was the first real look she'd
given the five men of a part of her body not normally seen.  "I don't even
wear a thong to the beach," she thought as she held her skirt up, "I guess
I'm really going to do this!" Her pulse began to rise again as she thought
about her next few moves, but she didn't stop smiling.

   The thoughts running through the minds of the men were a mix of awe,
lust, and for some, a pleasant memory of their wives when they were first
married.  Well rounded, firm and smooth, what they saw before she let her
skirt drop back in place was as exquisite as they had imagined, and already
more than most of them had expected to see.  Most of them had been sure she
would back out, but now it was beginning to look like they might be in for
a rare treat!

   Facing her audience again, Carla reached for her skirt's zipper and
gripped the pull.  She drew it down an inch or two, causing the black skirt
to slide down a bit, then untucked the jersey out from inside her skirt. 
The removal of the formerly bunched-up jersey left her skirt even looser,
causing it to slip further, barely hanging on to the upper slope of her
butt.  She shook the jersey out and let its hem drop low enough to cover
almost as much as the skirt used to.  One last tug on the skirt's hem was
enough to free it to slide all the way down her legs.  She kicked the skirt
over to the corner with her blouse.

   Carla paused briefly to enjoy the cheering and applause discarding her
skirt brought her, but moved on before long, thinking, "If I pause too long
I could still lose my nerve, the hardest part is still to come." She
crossed her arms and gripped the hem of her jersey, lifting it all the way
up to her neck.  Just when the men were sure it was coming off, she let it
drop back down to her thighs.  They were disappointed that the jersey
hadn't joined her other discarded garments, but thoroughly enjoyed their
all too brief glimpse of her taut belly, narrow waist, and well-filled bra,
her small brown nipples visible through the fine lace bra cups.

   Even without the jersey, what Carla was still wearing wasn't too much
more revealing than the men would have seen at almost any beach, and more
conservative than what could be seen at many, but the unlikelihood of what
was happening made for a more arousing atmosphere than any beach visit any
of them could remember.

   Now that Carla was down to three pieces of clothing, the men were all
but obsessed wondering what was coming off next; she was surprised and
amused to hear them quickly making side bets with each other about what
she'd remove next.  "I hope whoever wins these bets you're making has the
decency to give me a cut," she said as she tried to decide herself what was
next!

   Her mind finally made up, Carla reached behind her back and popped open
the hooks on her bra's backstrap, then slid the strap off her left shoulder
and reached up the half-sleeve of her jersey to pull the strap down over
her hand and free her left arm.  She quickly repeated the process on her
right side and pulled the lacy red garment up and out of the neck opening
of her jersey, holding it up and waving it around like a prize before
tossing it on the pile of clothing she'd been wearing a few minutes ago.

   Carla had made up her mind about what the last few steps along her
journey to complete nudity would be, so she moved on, not waiting for her
audience to settle down.  Holding the front hem of the jersey in place, she
bent over and reached up along her thigh until she found the thin waistband
of her purple thong.  She tugged down one side, then the other, alternating
until she felt the back of the waistband move past her ass and begin to
move down her thighs.  One more tug at the front of the waistband made the
thong loose enough to drop on its own; she let go and a second later saw
her last piece of lingerie draped over her feet.  Twirling the tiny bit of
purple fabric on her index finger, she walked it over to the pile and
dropped it with the rest of her outfit, all except the jersey.

   Despite having intentionally put herself into this crazy position, with
the Steelers jersey now all she was wearing, Carla's heart was pounding so
hard she wouldn't have been surprised if the men watching her could hear
it. "I doubt they really expected me to even go this far!  I could stop
now," she told herself.

   Though she was right about having exceeded their expectations, this
adventure had never been about what the men expected or wanted.  From the
start, it had been about an experience she wanted and had fantasized about
ever since the unplanned show she'd put on for her friends a year ago. 
Yes, she could end her performance now, one piece of clothing away from
being completely nude, but nervous as she was, she didn't want to stop!

   Carla walked back to the center of her improvised stage and turned her
back on her audience one last time.  She reached down and grabbed the hem
of her jersey again.  "No turning back now," she thought, shivering as she
raised the bottom edge of the jersey, this time slowly revealing the entire
back of her body.  She pulled the jersey up over her head and down off her
arms.  Clutching the piece of polyester to her chest, she spun around to
face the five cheering men.  She looked each of them in the eye and gave
each a smile.

   Her heart was pounding, but she went through with her plan, letting go
of the loose piece of polyester.  The slippery jersey quickly slid off her
breasts and landed on the floor.  Completely naked now, breathing a little
hard but thoroughly exhilarated, Carla raised her arms in triumph, then
took a few bows in response to what surely had to be the loudest cheering
and applause ever directed at her.

   She was amused to see three of them blushing, saying, "Really, Joe,
Bill, Tim, I'm butt naked here and you guys are the ones blushing?  What's
that about?" They just shrugged and blushed a little more deeply.

   Still a bit flushed herself, she tried to act nonchalant about just
having performed a full striptease for the five men, but found herself
wondering, "Okay, now what?  How do I get through the next few hours?" She
had learned the hard way during her handful of experiences being exposed
like she was now was that when she had no plan, anything could happen!