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   McJenny by ? Jenny's Mirror by Indian Outlaw Advertising Jenny by
Artfan1 Jenny's Big Night by Biker Jenny at the Car Lot by OOgler Jenny At
The Construction Site by OOgler Jenny Is Blackmailed by Mustang Diamond
Jenny Takes A Drive by OOgler Jenny Takes A Nap by OOgler Jenny The
Waitress by ? Jenny Gets Wet by Mustang Diamond Jenny: The Beginning by
Greatness (with a little help from lcdrjmc) Jenny and the Millennium by ?
Jenny's New Job by Biker Jenny Goes Ice-Skating by Mustang Diamond Jenny
Tours A Yacht by Mustang Diamond Jenny's Diamond Blush by ? Jenny's
Nightmare Before Election Day by Torquemada Jenny and the Freemasons by
Darth Veda Jenny's Taken Hostage by Mustang Diamond Jenny at the Sci-Fi
Convention by Sean89 The Haunting by TrackJim Jenny The Weather Girl by
Sean89 After The Music Stopped by Fledermaus Jenny and The Bridge by Rabbit
Jenny Wants To Be A Millionaire by Capstick Jenny In The Land of Happy
Smiles by Torquemada Volunteer Jenny Helps The Circus by Capstick Jenny
Goes To Court by Jenluvr Jenny's Legal Adventure by Capstick Jenny's
Medical Adventure by Capstick Caddyshack Jenny by Capstick Jenny
Nightingale Care Giver by WriterTA



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   McJenny by ?

   It was as it had always been as from her youth, that embarrassing first
step forward into a room of people that she didn't know....you would have
thought that as she had grown older that the feelings of insecurity and
fright would have diminished and that she would have been able to take it
all in her stride.

   Orientation Day is what they had called it, a day in which one was to
familiarize themselves with the area they would be working in and get to
meet the new intakes as well as the established team.  Right now she would
have been happier if the ground would split open and she was swallowed
whole, not a trace of her remaining.  But, alas, this was not to be and
with a big intake of breath she opened the door and stepped into the room.

   Putting on her biggest smile (and hoping people were not thinking of her
as some demented grinning idiot) she looked around and searched for an
unoccupied seat to sink into....a relative sanctuary from all the staring
eyes that were focused on her right then.

   "Good Morning" said the young man in the suit and tie to the assembled
group.  It seemed so strange to be facing someone so young who was
obviously in authority, making her feel older than she really was.  What
was she doing here?  And why did she ever think that she would be able to
cope, working with all these youngsters!

   "This is an introduction to the workings and ethics of McDonald's as an
international company.." she felt a groan creep up from deep inside her as
she had tried so desperately to forget who she had signed up to work
for...but now it was the "day" and there was no escaping from it.

   Three quarters of an hour later, and a laborious time in trying to
remain awake, they were herded into the stock room to be kitted out in
their uniforms.  When it came to her turn she squirmed inside, she knew for
certain that she was going to be awkward and that nothing they might
provide was going to fit.  The morning was going from bad to worse and she
could not escape from it.

   "So what will it be?" asked the stockroom lady, and it seemed that every
person was waiting with baited breath for her to divulge her vital
statistics.

   "uh, err...well, I would like....mmmmmm....." she stammered, not being
able to bring herself to disclose such personal details in public.

   Knowingly, and enjoying the obvious discomfort the young lady before her
was going through, the stock lady decided to relent..

   "Here dear, just write them down and I can then get on with my job".

   Such relief coursed through her, and although she did not have to be
publicly humiliated, her blushing did not subside.

   "Here you go, changing room is just next door" she was told as she was
handed the putrid coloured uniform that they would have to wear, the feel
of it was enough to set her teeth on edge, not at all what she was used to
wear.

   As she began to undress and place her garments into the locker provided,
she stood in her lacy white underwear trying to get enough courage to try
the thing on.  She slipped the tunic onto her shoulders and cringed and as
she pulled the front of it around.  She knew immediately that this was
going to be a tight fit!  How on earth was she going to place her ample
bosom into such a tight fit.  It was like trying to fit an elephant into a
small mini car, there was just no way she was going to manage it.  But how
could she possibly go back out there in front of all those strangers and
ask for it to be changed?

   She decided that the best course of action was to try and start
buttoning it from the bottom and hope to push her breasts upwards and
inwards enough that it would stay done up.  Holding her breath (and praying
for a miracle) she managed to do the last button, and letting her breath
gently go past her lips, she felt her chest expand and the cloth strain
under the pressure.  It was like waiting for Mount Vesuvius to explode! 
She just had to be very careful of how she moved and everything would be
fine (just as long as she kept telling herself that!).

   She slowly bent down to pick her trousers up, noticing that as she did
so that not only the restrains she placed her breasts in were even more at
a danger level, but that the tunic rode up and became even shorter.  First
one leg and then the other followed, slowly pulling the trousers up and
finding that, although she could button and zip them, there was a definite
hip hugging feel about them, a feeling almost akin to jelly on a plate as
her buttocks jiggled under the tightly stretched material.  Trying to walk
in them she found that she was almost tottering just trying to keep the top
half in.  And the trousers weren't really giving her much chance to move.

   "Time to start working guys!!" shouted an enthusiastic voice from
outside the changing room.

   Panicked and wild eyed, she tried to think of an excuse to remain in the
changing room, and as she turned to hide herself in a cubicle, the stock
lady came in and started to usher her out...shooing and saying

   "Come along dear!  They are all waiting for you".

   With a quick shove and a slam of the door she was out in the corridor
where all her fellow neweys were waiting and, as always, eyes bulged and
lips were licked as they inspected her, as if she was a trussed up chicken.


   "Right!  Here are your name badges and, as you will see, there is plenty
of room there for you to start earning those "stars"..." said the young
Floor Manager and as he stopped in front of her and peered down at her
lovely cleavage...."here....let me help you".

   He reached forward and, before she could utter anything to stop it, was
fumbling with her tunic, trying to pull it towards him to stick the pin in
and fasten it....the fabric straining but still holding, his hands
remaining a little longer that was actually necessary.

   She looked down at the badge not believing what she was actually
seeing......

   " My name is Jenny....May I help you?" it said.

   "Oh my god!!" she thought.



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   Jenny's Mirror by Indian Outlaw

   Jenny -(TM)s dressing mirror stood like a monolith in the corner the
master bedroom.  It held its own little space aside the dresser.  In front
and off to the side was a small bench.  The off white trim and ornate
detailing of the bench matched exactly that of the mirror.  Jenny loved her
mirror.  A present from her husband last Christmas.  Oval shaped, at least
4 feet of mirror, combined with the trim it was as tall as she was. 
Perfect for modeling her favorite outfits.  Not to mention its handiness
for examining clothing for possible tears and stitching weaknesses.  She
entered her bedroom.

   Putting her purse on the bed she ran her fingers through her long silky
blond hair.  It floated gently around her shoulders as gravity carefully
allowed it to fall about her shoulders.  She stood, legs slightly spread in
front of the mirror.  Smiling the winning smile, she admired her suit.  It
had survived the day intact.  She was more than pleased.  The cream colored
double breasted coat and matching skirt.  The skirt stopped just above her
knees in an almost Alley McBeal way.  Her white blouse barely showed as the
buttons of the coat were done up.  Fitting tightly around her incredible
shape, the coat accented her thin waist, and round ample bosom.  It fit
tightly, very tight she was afraid of the stitching giving way.  But never
the less, it did not.

   Smoothing out the sides of her jacket, feeling how soft the material
was, her hands slid down to her skirt.  She was posing.  Enjoying her own
reflection.  From her soft jacket, to her very tight, skirt, down her hose
covered legs to her open towed high heels.  Jenny liked looking at herself,
even though she would never admit it.  With her own soft hands, Jenny
unbuttoned each of the two buttons to the jacket.  It popped open, allowing
her to breath a little easier.  She slid the coat off each shoulder, then
gently folded it up and placed it on the dresser neatly.  Jacket now off
her blouse showed the missing button.  I guess she hadn -(TM)t escaped the
day entirely without incident.  Smiling at herself, the missing button
allowed the blouse to gape a little but enough to expose the front clip of
her bra and a hint of the D cups.

   Turning slightly, Jenny admired how skirt held up.  Jackie had talked
her into buying the tight, okay extremely tight skirt.  Standing with her
back to the mirror now she bent over slightly looking at the seams on the
back and testing the zipper on the side.  It was holding beautifully.  She
took a moment to lift her leg and straighten a seam on the back of her
stocking.  Turning forward, Jenny quickly unbuttoned and slowly unzipped
the skirt.  She let out another small sigh as she was freed from the
material.  Now bending over, it required a little force to tug the skirt
down, as she pulled it slid tightly over her shapely and firm hips.  Jenny
paused as she felt her panties getting pulled down with them.  Taking a
moment, she reached inside the skirt and pulled them back up under her
shirt.  Shifting her knees, but keeping her feet planted, she shimmed the
skirt to the floor.  Tails from her blouse covering her to just below her
most private areas.

   Folding the skirt neatly and placing it on the jacket, Jenny cautiously
unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.  Now the second.  The third was
missing from before.  Her bra top was not totally exposed.  Before she
could reach the fourth button, it gave way.  The strain was too much as it
shot off her shirt and bounced off the mirror.  Her whole white lace bra
was exposed.  Jenny shyly noticed her large dark nipples under the lace. 
She finished the last two buttons and stood there looking at herself. 
Blouse open, white lace bra completely exposed and white lace thong panties
and matching garter belt.  Her garters held up the silk hose clinging to
her long subtle legs.  Rolling the silk blouse, she revealed her milky soft
shoulders.  The shirt was folded and gently laid on the other garments.

   Jenny now stood in front of the mirror, wearing only her lace bra,
matching lace garter, lace thong panties, silk hose and high heels.  Posing
profile, her toned arms, legs and firm butt treated her eyes reflecting in
the mirror.  She stood facing forward, running her fingers through her
hair, tilting her head back slightly, causing those incredible breasts to
strain the bras cups.  With each breath it expanded to restrain her
incredible boobs.  Her nipples now appeared to desire freedom.  But not
yet.

   Sliding the bench directly before the mirror, Jenny sat, legs together.
Crossing her right leg over the left she slipped the heel off and placed it
gently on the floor.  As she uncrossed the right leg, the left leg in
perfect sync moved until it crossed over the other one.  She removed the
other heel and smiled as she saw her reflection in the mirror.  No Sharon
Stone here.  Jenny now scooted forward on the bench, until her butt was
perched on the edge of the padded bench.  Crossing one leg under the bench
and gently extending the other she reached down and touched the toes of the
extended leg.  Sliding each hand up each side, Jenny now crossed the one
hand over till it met the other just before her inner thigh.  Never losing
touch with her leg.  She unclipped one, then sliding her fingers over the
top of her leg, unclipped the other, then around to the last one of the
three.  Now scooting back, Jenny extended her leg straight up and began
rolling the stocking up.  As it reached her calf she pulled from the toe
and removed it entirely.  Looking in her mirror, it was apparent she was
now doing a Sharon Stone.  Blushing she dropped her leg.  The stocking was
laid extended on the bench beside her.

   Changing position on her legs, placing the now naked one under the
bench, the other one forward.  Sliding each hand up each side, Jenny now
crossed the one hand over till it met the other just before her inner
thigh. Never losing touch with her leg.  She unclipped one, then sliding
her fingers over the top of her leg, unclipped the other, then around to
the last one of the three.  Now scooting back, Jenny extended her leg
straight up and began rolling the stocking up.  As it reached her calf she
pulled from the toe and removed it entirely.  Blushing, she did another
Sharon Stone.  She placed the second stocking on the first, making sure not
to wrinkle or snag either.

   Jenny stood, reaching back and unhooking the back of the garter.  She
had it removed as she was not at her feet.  Bra and panties only, she
smiled, even blushed a little, even her own private nakedness exposed her
shy side.  Now she took both sides of the bra clip and undid it.  Pulling
slightly, all the while looking in the mirror, Jenny freed her breasts to
the open air.  Her nipples reacted by puffing up slightly.  Again she
blushed.  The bra came off one arm, then the next.  She laid it beside the
pile on the dresser and stood before her reflection once again.

   Jenny liked her body.  After all she worked hard for it.  Plenty of
rest, exercising at the gym, swimming in the pool, eating only the right
foods.  She ran her hand across her sides, knowing she would find little
fat, and only firmness.  Her large natural 38 D breasts seemed to defy
gravity exhibiting no sag whatsoever.  She looked at herself still.  Her
firm belly, firm to the touch as her hands slid gently over it.  Her smooth
sides, long strong legs and even her painted toe nails all looked perfect.
Jenny even turned to admire her thong  -ścovered -ť ass.  She slid her
hands to her hips and placed her fingers inside the sides of her small
panties, puling them down, the sides passed her hips, with the center
remaining between her legs until her very trimmed pussy came into view. 
Not able to resist she looked up and smiled.  The thong now arrived at her
hips as she bent slightly.

   Jenny stopped and looked up.  She saw her reflection in the mirror. 
Standing with her panties still at her knees, she developed a perplexed
look in her eye.  There was something about the mirror, but what was it? 
She looked at it from her position, not moving her feet.  It was a simple
white stand alone mirror.  She could see nothing behind it, but still. 
Yes, she now realized.  The mirror!  She did not get a mirror last
Christmas from her husband.  Last Christmas they went to Jamaica.  Why did
she believe the mirror was a gift, and where did it come from.  Looking
around, suddenly the room didn -(TM)t look right.  The window was open and
light was coming in but all she could see was white.  Then she heard it,
she paused to listen closer.   -ś5 -ť?  Did she hear a 5?  Listening again,
 -ś3 -ť was that a 3?   -śONE! -ť She heard that followed by a loud clap.

   The room unfocused.  Her eyes were now met by a series of bright lights,
sounds now filled all around her.  Squinting she looked about her.  Before
her now stood a gentleman wearing a Tuxedo?  He was smiling, she now turned
to the directions of the sounds, much louder now.

    -śOh my god! -ť it was an audience.  She now remembered.  She and
Jackie were attending a magic show.  She was volunteered to be hypnotized!

   Jenny felt her hands down, could it have been a dream?  No, sadly for
her it wasn -(TM)t.  Her hands explored her shoulders, sides, hips, now
breasts, and finally her pussy.  She was indeed naked, on stage for all to
see.  NAKED!  Jenny screamed!  And frantically turned to run off stage.  As
her legs shot forward her panties were still in place around them.

   She fell forward, onto the floor.  She stood, only to fall again as the
panties now were around her ankles.  The audience erupted in laughter. 
Jenny crawled off stage heading for any cover she could find.  Her hands
trying desperately to cover her most private parts.

   Jackie stood with the rest of the audience as they started to clap, she
continued to laugh, far louder than the rest.

    -śNow that was $100 well spent. -ť She thought to herself.

   As the applause died, she continued to giggle.  The Hypnotist refrained
from his bows, stopped and looked directly at her.

    -śExcuse me miss, did you enjoy that? -ť He said looking directly at
her.

    -śYes, why yes I most definitely did. -ť She giggled.

   But oddly she stood and kicked off her flats leaving her barefoot.

    -śLadies and gentlemen, this unfortunate woman paid me $100 dollars to
embarrass her friend, but as most of you know I need no such encouragement
to strip a beautiful woman. -ť

   He smiled at her confused look.

    -śSince you are such a good friend, I decided to plant a little
something into your subconscious.  Every time you complete a sentence you
will be compelled to strip, from the bottom up. -ť He smirked,  -śAt least
until I snap my fingers that is. -ť

    -śWhat the Hell? -ť

   She now unbuttoned her pants, unzipped the zipper and pulled them down,
Her short shirt did not cover her dark green panties.  The now baby spot
light on her gave the audience a full view of them two.  She kicked off her
pants.

    -śOh my God! -ť

   She now reached down, hooking both thumbs in, pulling down her green
panties.  They fell easily to the floor.  Her hips shined easily in the
light and her not so neatly trimmed bush glimmered in the bath of the
lights.

    -śPlease! -ť

   Jackie crossed her arms and pulled her shirt over her head, she was not
wearing a bra.  Her 34 C breasts came into view of the audience as they
bounced.  She was now completely naked, embarrassed beyond belief.  She now
covered her boobs with one arm and placed the over her pussy, bending over
slightly.  The gentleman sitting next to her enjoyed the eye level view of
her round ass.  She ran up the aisle toward the exit.  Just as she was
about to leave the theater, the hypnotist placed his hand against the
microphone and  --.

    -ťSNAP!  Good night everyone, have a good night. -ť

   He exited the stage.

   On the street, two young boys sat on the stoop across from the theater.
Eager waiting their reward.  Out of the alley way darted a large breasted
completely naked Jenny, trying in vein to cover herself.  She ran down the
street toward the parking lot and hopefully the safety of her car.  Now out
the front door a brunette burst the theater doors open.  She too naked, but
not as well endowed.  Doing her best to cover herself with only her hands
she headed in the same direction as Jenny did.

    -śMan, that was worth it! -ť The one boy slapped the others hand.  
-śThanks man! -ť

    -śYou ain -(TM)t seen the best part yet. -ť

   Now all the theater doors opened as the audience emerged.  Talking,
laughing, reminiscing about the nights event.  The one boys jaw dropped. 
For not a one of them, not a single one of them was wearing anything below
their waists.  Naked men from 18 to 70 minus their pants and underpants. 
Flapping, or flopping if you will with each step.  All the women were naked
from the waist down too.  No skirts, no panties, no hose, no garters,
nothing.  The unfortunate ones were the ladies who sadly only wore dresses,
for that group was left wearing only bras, except for two who did not feel
the need to wear a bra with their dress.  They were completely naked.

   The second boy stood up, raised his arm and -- -ťSNAP! -ť

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   Advertising Jenny by Artfan1

   Jenny was excited about her new job at Fuller, Sheiss Advertising and
she was determined that the clothing accidents that had plagued her in the
past not happen again and compromise her new position.  Therefore, to
insure that her underwear wouldn -(TM)t let her down, she went out and
bought all new sets of bras and nylon bikini panties.  Today she put on the
yellow nylon set to wear under her yellow cotton blouse and black pleated
skirt.  The blouse fit snugly over her 38D breasts and the skirt came down
two inches below her knees.  It was an important day for Fuller, Sheiss as
they were pitching ideas to Acme Insurance and success could mean a seven
figure account.  The meeting was set for 10:00 AM and Jenny was in charge
of setting up the conference room.

   As Jenny began her duties, she was increasingly distracted by her
underwear.  The tag on her new panties was made out of a stiff paper like
material and it kept rubbing against her hip causing her skin to itch.  The
table and chairs were all set with the water glasses and pitchers when
Jenny decided she couldn -(TM)t take the itching any more.  She informed
Tim Burr, her boss, that she needed to visit the ladies room and would be
back shortly to finish up.

   It was only 9:30, but as she sat in the stall in the ladies room with
her skirt up and her panties down, trying to rip out the offending tag, the
paging system called for her to return to the conference room as the client
had shown up early.  Tim was giving the client a tour of the office to
stall for time.  Jenny succeeded in removing the itchy tag, but as she
hurried back to the conference room she felt her yellow nylon panties
sliding down over her hips: apparently she had torn the waist elastic in
her haste to remove the tag and get back to work.

   Back in the conference room she warmed up the Proxima projector but
needed to balance it on a couple of books to project the proper image on
the screen.  One of the outlets on the power strip wasn -(TM)t working so
she crawled under the table to re-plug in Tim -(TM)s laptop.  As she tried
one outlet and then another, she could feel her panties sliding down her
hips, but she decided she could deal with them later, after things were set
up.  Just then, Tim entered the conference room with Jack Daws, the Acme
vice president, since they had completed their tour of Fuller Sheiss.

    -śJenny, I -(TM)d like you to meet, -ť Tim began.

   As Jenny stood up she bumped the table with the Proxima machine and the
books began to slide.  In her desperation not to let the $6,000 machine
fall to the floor, Jenny grabbed the closest part and touched the hot
metal, severely burning her left hand as she pulled the machine back into
place.  Because of her left hand being hurt, Jenny had been trying to hold
up her panties with her right hand but as she shook hands with the client,
her yellow nylon panties fluttered to her ankles.  Apologizing profusely,
Jenny struggled out of her errant underwear and Mr.  Daws took his seat.

    -śI think we -(TM)re ready -ť, said Tim.

    -śJenny, could you get the lights, and I think Jack needs a refill of
coffee? -ť

   Jenny grabbed the coffee pot and was approaching Mr.  Daws to fill his
cup, when he turned to face her.  She had been about to pour the steaming
brown liquid when his sudden movement caused her to pull the pot back and
the coffee sloshed onto her blouse.  Jenny quickly set the pot down on the
table and pulled at her blouse to separate the hot soaked cloth from her
breasts.  In her desperation she succeeded in ripping open her blouse and
the coffee had already made her yellow bra transparent.

   As she backed away from the men in an effort to cover herself, she
tripped over one of the power cords and managed to fall in a heap.  Tim was
quickly at her side to help her up, but unfortunately he was standing on
her skirt as he pulled her to her feet and Jenny was now standing in front
of the client with her 38D breasts and her blonde bush exposed.

   Tim and Jenny were at a loss for words, when Jack Daws jumped up and
said,  -śTim, that -(TM)s the best presentation I -(TM)ve ever seen.  What
better way to sell homeowner -(TM)s insurance than to show how accidents
happen.  If you can be as creative in coming up with TV ads, I know 
-~Calamity Jenny -ť will be the perfect spokeswoman for us. -ť



   Jenny's Big Night by Biker

   It's not everyday you get an invitation to attend a charity Banquet and
get to rub shoulders with celebrities from Film and Theatre.  With
trembling hands Jenny re-read the letter once more and saw that she and one
guest could attend the dinner and dance for free.  How she'd been selected
for this chance in a lifetime she didn't know for sure but she suspected
her husband might have something to do with it.

   She was wrong though, as it was a series of photographs in the colour
supplement from the NY Post of herself and Jackie during their brief
modelling career for Nuclear Cosmetics that got Jenny noticed and invited
to attend the dinner along with a lot of other "Beautiful people." in
showbiz.

   Ashley was incensed when Jenny told her of her good fortune and things
went from bad to worse when Jenny said she'd be taking her husband to the
party.  Ashley had hoped she'd ask her.  Couldn't she see that Ashley
desperately wanted to attend something like that and get herself noticed by
all the gossip magazines and maybe kick-start a more glamorous lifestyle
she always felt she was destined for.  But oh no 'air head' Jenny picked
her husband to waste the ticket on.

   Ashley cursed her luck.  After their recent holiday in Hawaii cameras
had taken dozens of pictures of Jenny as well as Ashley on Hanuama beach
and on the Cruise ship yet those never got to the attention of the editors
of the NY Post instead they got posted onto the Internet instead at various
disgusting websites visited by perverts.  YUCK!!  From that moment Ashley
vowed she'd be at that party if it was the last thing she'd do.

   Weeks passed and the day of the Ball arrived.  Jenny's choice of gown
was finally decided after some intensive shopping.  She'd cast aside all
the new ones she'd bought in favour of a dress she had already and which
she knew she looked great in.

   A tight fitting shiny red gown, it brought back some bad memories
though, because the last time she'd worn it was on the TV show "Peoples
Court" when Ashley had tried to sue her for unpaid debts.  She remembered
the article in the papers reporting the chaos afterwards.  They'd described
the dress as something worn by Jessica Rabbit from the Who framed Roger
Rabbit film.  Jenny hoped the jinx on it would be broken.  Jenny poured
herself into the custom made gown.  It had been made to fit her like a
glove, Ok a tight glove.  But it had been almost a year since she'd worn it
last and it must have shrunk a little, Jenny rationalised.  Sucking in her
breath she pulled up the zip at the back and tottered towards the full
length mirror with expectation at what she -(TM)d see.   -śGosh this dress
is very tight -ť she thought as she tottered along.  As much as she liked
the other dresses she'd bought, this one was totally unique and accented
her figure perfectly and she knew no one would have anything like it at the
Ball.

   She so wanted to make a big impression in front of the celebrities and
the press she knew would be there.  She wasn't a vain person by any means
but she felt she had a certain right to try and outshine some of those
celebrities with some natural beauty instead of the surgically enhanced
synthetic look favoured by some.  She -(TM)d closed her eyes just as she
stood before the mirror, she opened them for the full surprise effect, and
gasped!  Oh no!  It had shrunk more than she thought.  Visible panties
lines were showing at her hips and turning around saw they were over her
bottom too.  Lumps and bumps everywhere.  These panties were no good under
this dress.

   The thong panties that had gone with the outfit had never been found
after the fracas at the TV studio so she couldn't wear them, and she didn't
own another thong, besides the way the dress hugged her hips she doubted
she'd get away with it.  She paced back and forth as best she could in the
restrictive dress wondering what to do.

   The solution finally came.....  her panties would have to go, if she
really wanted that smooth line. She attempted to lift the billowing full
skirt up but even that served very little for the rest of the skirt was so
tight over her thighs and knees that it was impossible to lift the
tightened material.  She pinged her finger in her lap and heard the pop on
the drum tight fabric.

   Wriggling about she finally got the zip undone behind her and a shuffle
or two later the dress was off and heaped on the floor.  it felt good to
move her legs again, grasping her panties she slid them down and off
stepping out of them she scooped the dress up again and slipped it on
feeling her legs getting clamped within the skirt once more.  A few
experimental steps showed her to be effectively locked from the knees up
although there was a little movement if she shimmied her thighs back and
forth she did this and was amazed at the effect it had on her without her
panties the sensations she felt now were completely different.  The
material slid over her buttocks as she minced around the room, her thighs
forced together created a rubbing sensation her between her legs in a way
she -(TM)d never felt before, she felt herself becoming stimulated
sexually, her pulse rate increased and her clitoris began to swell and be
rubbed by the movement of her legs, in no time she was quite wet.

   With something of a shock she found herself in the spare room along the
landing.  She -(TM)d walked quite some way unnoticed except for the
tingling thrill she felt as she walked.  With a smile of anticipation she
turned on her heel and walked with shaking knees back to the mirror in the
main bedroom, by the time she got there she was almost dripping.

   She checked herself in the reflection of the mirror.  A perfect hour
glass figure was reflected back to her approving eyes.  Only the natural
curves of a healthy woman showed over her hips, and a quick inspection
behind showed nothing but curvaceous bottom under tight satin.  It leaves
nothing to the imagination she thought somewhat shyly

   An odd thought came into her mind just then; "Kopema would love to see
me in this.  Now what in the world could that mean? -ť she wondered.

   Slipping on the red shoes that went with the gown she walked a few paces
back and forth to test how it felt to be in them too, if the effect without
her panties had been good this was even better!!  having her bottom tipped
outwards focused the rubbing on her throbbing hot, damp crotch., She was
soon walking about the room just to feel the rubbing sensation more and
more and relishing the feeling of it.

   The front door opening made her stop her pacing about and sit down as
her husband bounded up the stairs.

   "Dressed already!  ah well I suppose you're excited about tonight."

   Excited yes!  thought Jenny mischievously.



   At 8pm on the dot the stretched limo arrived to carry them to the
Banquet and ball.  Jenny looked stunning in her red shiny gown.  The
matching arm length gloves set the whole outfit off perfectly The chauffeur
was treated to a clear view down her dress as she stooped to get into the
car, her milky white breasts threatening to spill out of the low cut
bodice. John, Jenny's husband got in next and winked at the chauffeur
knowing what he'd just seen.  John had spent most of the evening gazing at
his blonde beautiful wife walking about the house nervously smoothing her
dress down all the time, her hands fluttered over the hips and lap, he was
sure the flushed look she had was simply nerves about tonight.  Yet each
time he'd spoken to Jenny she'd turn as if she'd been caught with her hand
in the cookie jar, her huge blue eyes looking very guilty.  Just what WAS
she up to he wondered?

   Dressed in a black tuxedo he escorted Jenny out to the waiting car
feeling very proud of his wife and pleased at the effect she had on the
driver as his eyes drank in every inch of her.

   The drive to the banquet hall was uneventful except for the bumping as
they drove along and the way Jenny's tits bounced around John was amazed
they stayed tucked in her bodice so well.  The chauffeur gave up driving
over potholes after a few miles because trying to dislodge those big tits
was threatening to break his cars suspension.

   Search lights waving about in the night sky ahead showed Jenny their
destination.  The car inched along after getting into line with all the
other limos dropping of the snotty film stars boosting their already
inflated egos as they waved to the cheering crowds.

   Jenny resisted the temptation to press her face to the darkened glass to
see out.  Their car pulled along side the red carpet and a uniformed
doorman opened the door on her husbands side and he exited first.  Jenny
shuffled over and took his hand as he assisted her from the car getting her
position the dress being so tight was very restrictive for this type of
movement, but with a gentle tug John pulled her gracefully from the car,
her full breasts filled the bodice to over flowing straining the red satin.
The amount of flashguns bursting off from the press photographers as they
went into a feeding frenzy trying to get an exclusive shot of this womans
breasts as they fell out in front of them all was evidence enough it was a
hoped for sight, but alas they were to be disappointed, somehow they stayed
in place, most wondered how.

   Though the cameras still flashed at Jenny blinding her for moment or
two, the crowd was puzzled by all the excitement at this woman and they
supposed she was a film star though they'd never seen her before.

   John loved ever minute of the walk into the huge hall but he was sure no
one had even looked at him, they were too busy being dazzled by Jenny's
beauty, or maybe it was her cleavage, or even her rolling bottom under that
tight tight dress.

   They were shown to their table in the huge ballroom and Jenny sat down
and began making small talk with the other guests seated with them sipping
from the champagne glass which was constantly topped up as if by magic
whenever she looked away.  The orchestra started playing a few tunes and
Jenny was dragged to her feet by John for a dance but he soon had the tap
on his shoulder as men queued for the chance to dance with the blonde in
the red dress.

   Jenny had to plea aching feet so she excuse herself and could sit down
because she knew if she danced anymore she -(TM)d cum right there on the
dance floor from the constant rubbing between her legs.  She -(TM)d been
close in the arms of her husband and she had rubbed those firm breasts up
against him for the extra stimulation and even felt the familiar hard on
between them and she ground her hips into his shamelessly on the dance
floor John was most surprised at that!!  But as soon as he -(TM)d been
replaced all she felt was the hands of a stranger running over her hips as
if in search of a pantyline, a search she knew would be in vain.

   The evening progressed and dinner was served along with champagne,
dessert followed along with champagne, then coffee and more champagne. 
Several glasses later Jenny felt wonderful she was enjoying herself sooo
much!  everyone was chatting away with her and all the men were vying for
her attention.  John sat watching more and more of Jenny's right nipple
slowly show itself as she chatted to the film director, he seemed to be
doing the same as John, when it did finally pop into full view it was a
further 5 minutes before Jenny noticed it, by then though the crowd around
her had swelled considerably.  Finally with a squeak of shock Jenny noticed
and tucked herself away again hoping no one had seen.

   From across the room a fading actress in a strapless gown stood up
suddenly and both her silicon filled breasts sprung out like over inflated
balloons.  She feigned surprise and covered up rather ineffectively and sat
down again, but it had the desired effect the crowd left Jenny and went and
sat by the smug actress with the rock hard tits as she surveyed her new
retinue.

   Jenny sipped some more champagne then placed the glass on the table, or
so she thought.  Suddenly the glass fell to the floor.  Seconds after it
hit the floor and smashed a dark haired waitress in a very short cocktail
dress and black tights was there with dustpan and brush ready to sweep up
the mess.

   "Oh I'm so terribly sorry.  How clumsy of me " Jenny said as she reached
down to pick up the broken pieces.

   The waitress tried to get there first trying to shooo Jenny away, it was
at that moment that the waitress and Jenny locked eyes and Jenny saw an old
friend.

   "Ashley!!" she exclaimed "Whatever are you doing here?"

   Ashley tried to quiet her down as she picked up broken glass

   "I can't talk now Jenny shush!  let me get to work!" Ashley hissed.

   "Noshense, I mean Nonsense" Jenny slurred and tried to pick up the
shattered fragments slapping Ashley -(TM)s hands away.

   Jenny in this position on the floor attracted the attention of several
party goers due to the amount of cleavage showing any second now and those
creamy breasts were going to escape.

   Ashley reached for the final piece of glass as Jenny did the same, Jenny
won but only by batting away Ashley's over reaching hand, surprise followed
by anger welled up in Ashley so she tried to shove Jenny over and maybe
wreak a little revenge by having her spill out of her dress, but Ashley
misjudged and instead fell forward onto her hands and knees in front of
Jenny, with a growl Ashley spun over into a sitting position her legs
parted and her dress up around her hips.  A slightly sozzled Jenny looked
down and pointed.

   "Why Ashley you seem to have misplaced your panties."

   Ashley tried to pull the tiny hemline lower to cover herself

   "I'm amazed you'd wear such a short dress without them." Jenny continued
"Look John you can see everything.  golly is that a piercing ooooh I bet
that hurt.  John look she's had her ......."

   "Shut up!!" Ashley cried frantically looking abut herself at the
attention Jenny was focusing on her.

   "B But you have you...  oh wait a minute, nope it's bit if tinfoil
caught in the nylon." Jenny went on "But I can see where you trim yourself
for that bikini thong thingy you wear.  Gosh those tights don't cover much
do they?  I can see everything ........."

   "Enough!" shouted Ashley glowing red as more eyes turned in her
direction.

   "Oh sorry." Jenny said "here, let me help you up."

   Jenny reached down to Ashley and grabbed her hands and with a tug
dragged her to her feet.

   The ripping sound that accompanied this act was very loud over the
hubbub of conversation around them.

   Locking eyes with Ashley a couple of inches from her face, Jenny felt
suddenly very sober, that was a sound she'd heard many times before and
knew exactly what it meant.  The over tight dress had burst either her ass
was out or her boobs, not taking her eyes from Ashley's Jenny gingerly felt
around herself searching for the huge rip or worse.

   A smile crept across Ashley -(TM)s face as she stood watching panic
dance over Jenny's face.  Slowly panic was replaced by puzzlement.  her
breasts were still tucked away her bum still encased in the tight dress and
no rips or tears.  Jenny couldn't find a thing wrong.  Still looking into
Jenny's face Ashley moved her own hands nervously over herself dreading
what she'd discovered.  Yep her hands met with bare skin instead.  Looking
down she saw her entire cocktail dress lying on the floor trapped under
Jenny's foot.

   "The dopey cow stood on my dress as she pulled me up!!" Ashley thought
she now stood in the middle of the ballroom wearing only a black pair of
tights and high heels.  Nothing else

   "You stupid cow!" she shrieked, as her hands flew over herself trying to
cover up.

   Silicon tits lost her semi drunk male company as they flocked towards
the shrieking Ashley.

   "Oh Ashley I'm sooo sorry."

   Jenny spun around and grabbed a convenient table cloth and pulled it
free to cover her friend, the tables occupants didn't think too highly of
this as filled decanters toppled over and fell into their laps soaking
them.

   "Here let me cover you." Jenny called as Ashley's shrieking became
supersonic.

   Ashley saw a vast expanse of white sheeting approaching her and just
bolted, rushing through the gathering crowd, and meeting the males who
recently vacated silicon tits on the way.

   Thinking it was part of the entertainment they took full advantage of
the naked brunette in their midst.  Ashley couldn't get through the wall of
suits suddenly surrounding her, then gasped as a hand slipped between her
legs touching her.  She turned to slap the owners hand but was distracted
by the hands touching her tits rubbing her nipples and fondling her.  Too
stunned by this she stood mute as hands rubbed and fondled her.

   Far too many for her to bat away!  Hands were all over her, between her
legs, running over her nylon sheathed legs and bottom, cupping her breasts!
this was too much, but she stood frozen still, too shocked for rational
thought.  She was spurred into action as she felt the tights sliding down
over her hips, and a hand sliding between her buttocks, this was joined by
another hand planning on meeting it halfway from the front it ruffled
through Ashley -(TM)s dark curly pubic hair on the way down.  The
ear-splitting scream that finally came from Ashley soon had those hands out
and away.

   Jenny ran around searching for the panic filled Ashley, running into
guests and tables alike bowling them over and tipping tables and drinks and
food into the collective laps of the rich and famous.  One luckless starlet
who will remain anonymous thought it eye catching to the press to wear a
daring off the shoulder dress that was nothing more than a wrap around one
piece dress, it tied at the back in a loose knot.

   This was snatched up by a passing Jenny unaware she -(TM)d done so, so
intently was she trying to locate shrieking Ashley amongst the crowd.  With
a hiss and a flutter it was off the Starlet and she was left wearing
nothing but the tiniest G string which made dental floss look like hemp
rope.  Inevitably she began screaming many men rushed to her assistance.

   Jenny began to get confused there was screaming coming from behind her
and in front of her, whatever was happening?  she lowered the table cloth
expecting to find Ashley but she was nowhere to be seen and turning around
she saw the devastation of the upturned tables, dripping guests covered in
red wine some women holding ripped and tattered dresses tables turned over
and cantered at odd angles.

    -śGosh whatever happened here to cause all of this? -ť Jenny asked
herself, she became uncomfortably aware of the angry looks she was
receiving from the gathering crowd.



   A tap on her shoulder startled her and she turned and saw standing
before her a tall woman and as imposing as ever.

    -śMiss Sour-tits!  er I mean Miss Socrates -ť Jenny blurted out shocked
to see her old school headmistress here at such a high profile function.

    -śWhat are you doing here? -ť

    -śWell, young lady, my daughter happened to be invited to this party
and asked me along as her chaperone.  That -(TM)s her over there. -ť

   She pointed towards the milling guests picking up tables and assorted
wreckage.  One person in particular stood holding the bodice of her dress
up and snarling at Jenny.  Both the spaghetti straps of her dress had
broken and her reddened cheeks were evidence enough she wasn -(TM)t happy
about what had popped out for all to see.

   Turning to her old teacher Jenny asked,  -śWhat happened? -ť

    -śYou happened, that -(TM)s what. -ť came the curt reply as the tall
woman snatched Jenny's wrist and led her off into the middle of the dance
floor.

   By now the chaos had everyone in the vast halls attention, and all eyes
watched as a tall woman wearing a white flowing ball gown with red wine
splashes down the front scoop up a vacant chair and lead a shorter blonde
haired woman wearing a red dress onto the dance floor.  The Blonde was
seemed to be talking to that back of the stern looking woman as they
walked.

    -śShouldn -(TM)t I be helping them clear up all that mess Miss
Sour..... Socrates? -ť

    -śI think you -(TM)ve done more than enough already Jenny. -ť the
Teacher said  -śI think it -(TM)s about time you learnt a lesson in the
error of your ways...... -ť

   Jenny felt a coldness in her chest she hadn -(TM)t felt in years, those
dreaded words were the last words any pupil heard before receiving
punishment from the head mistress.  In her office Jenny had heard those
words only once from her when Ashley had gotten her into trouble because
she -(TM)d stolen an item from Jenny's locker after swimming class while
Jenny had still been in the pool.

   Jenny watched dumbfounded as Miss Socrates placed the chair down and sat
on it patting her lap and looking expectantly at Jenny.  Jenny couldn
-(TM)t believe it was happening not here, not this!!! A raised eyebrow and
a stern look, moved Jenny's feet closer.

    -śOver my lap NOW!! -ť she barked and before she could even think about
it Jenny was laying over this womans lap her bottom up in the air, legs
sprawled out behind her, her shoes scratching for purchase on the shiny
floor.

    -śJenny this is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you, I do hope
you understand that. -ť

   Jenny never understood the logic of that as Miss Socrates hand smacked
her bottom with whip like speed!

    -śYOW! -ť

   Then another and another followed.  The stinging smacks were harder than
Jenny remembered.  They stopped at last and Jenny tried to rise.

    -śOh no young lady, you stay right there I -(TM)m not finished. -ť Miss
Socrates hissed down to her, Jenny felt hands fumbling at the small of her
back.

   Zzzzzzzzzzzztttt!

   OH God NO!  Not her zip!!  Jenny felt the tension over her bottom
released as the zip lowered down further.  With the release of the zip the
bodice became slack and Jenny felt movement as it began to fall away from
her breasts.

   Her hand flew to catch to dress and retain a little bit of modesty. 
There was nothing she could do about her bottom not from this position
anyway.

    -śHello what -(TM)s this?  Why Jenny you seem to be lacking your
panties.  As I recall I had to spank you for this very same reason while
you were at school. -ť

   The zip crept lower and the dress fell open revealing Jenny's soft
creamy white buttocks to all and sundry, Jenny realised then the position
she was in she was showing far more than just her bottom as cool air blew
over her heated, and very wet pussy.  She tipped her head to look behind
herself hoping not too many people were behind her seeing her like this and
she was mortified to see a gathering crowd among them many photographers
hastily fixing longer lenses on their cameras.

   She also noticed a group of women being herded into an orderly line by a
dark haired woman wearing only a pair of black tights she was calling out
something like  -śCome on get in line, you -(TM)ll all get a turn at
spanking her, hey!  no shoving at the back there! -ť

   Anything else was forgotten as a stinging smack landed on her exposed
bottom then another and another.  With out the protection of the dress the
slaps seemed even harder and in a matter of seconds Jenny's sweet cheeks
were glowing red.  Her arm let go of the front of her dress then and as it
fell down her humiliation was completed as she was finally seen to tumble
out of her dress, her dark nipples stiff and crinkled from her earlier
excitement.



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   Jenny at the Car Lot by OOgler

   The girl from TempServ called Jenny the night before to give her the
assignment of office girl at the big car dealership in town, so she was
deciding what to wear in front of the closet.  She wanted to make sure she
didn't expose herself, because some of her past assignments had resulted in
some very embarrassing experiences.  She looked back over her shoulder to
the mirror behind her and stared at her beautifully sculpted, bare behind,
wondering to herself why that pesky next-door neighbor, Mr.  Lemon, kept
squirting her bottom with his hose every chance he had!

   "My gosh, it's just a bottom!" thought Jenny.

   So she turned back to her closet and remembered she was going out with
her husband tonight for their anniversary.  She'd better pack that sexy
lingerie he bought for her to wear tonight, so that she could change later
at work before their big night out.

   "Hey!  I could wear the underwear!" she thought, and by wearing the
panties she would solve her first problem of the day, that she had failed
to do the wash and all her underwear was sitting in the bathroom clothes
hamper!

   "Maybe I could even get away with this bra?" she mused as she turned it
in her hands.

   True, it was strapless, but had to be for the spaghetti-strapped evening
dress she was wearing to their dinner tonight.  It still was well made, and
fitted her 38CC breasts perfectly, her husband having put in a special
effort to convince her to wear such a revealing outfit, had made sure it
fit perfectly and would feel good, and supportive to meet Jenny 's approval
and get by her nervousness about wearing it.  even if it was a little lacy
to match the garter belt and panties.

   She put it on and thought it looked a little suggestive, and she
blushed...  but rationalized that no one would see it anyway and it would
keep her bouncy bosom a little under control.

   "Honestly!" she thought, "why did her husband love to see her dressed up
like this?  showing so much of herself?  Oh well, it's only once a year!"

   And with that thought she slipped on the white lace panties.  They were
a kind of crinkly lace material and very frilly in the front panel, sloped
up high on the side to a frilly lace string that ran around the back.  And
then she looked over her shoulder and was shocked!  Oh my god!  They were
string panties!

   The shelf-like top half of her bottom (one of the reasons it jutted out
so) had a cute little, lacy bow sitting on it right where her butt crease
started, and another frilly string disappeared between her cheeks about
halfway down!

   "Oh my!" she gasped.

   "Well...it'll have to do." she said, the alternative would have been to
put on dirty underwear and that was unthinkable.  She would have to forgo
pantyhose today, as well, as her pairs that didn't have runs had been used
too many times, and needed a rinsing.

   Besides, Jenny wasn't so thick she didn't realize her legs were in great
shape.  Because she tanned regularly and had flawless, firm skin on those
curvy legs, Jenny knew she could get away without hose.  She turned back to
the closet and pulled down coat and dress she had chosen to wear on this
assignment.

   Since the weatherman had said it was going to be a little warm today she
had chosen a very lightweight, white sundress, with cute straps that came
up and tied behind her neck, but not too low-cut, with a zip on the side.
But with her figure, she found it still revealed a good amount of cleavage,
so she pulled it up as hard as she could in the front and retied the straps
behind her neck.  It fit nice and snug along her slim torso, and then
flared out at the hips into a flippy, little skirt that came down to just a
couple inches above the knee and had a wavy edge all around the hem.  She
zipped up the side-zipper and stepped into her white, 4-inch heels.  She
also chose a white, linen, businesslike jacket she had bought long ago and,
though a bit short it also had a flared and wavy edge to it's hem which
matched the skirt hem nicely.

   The only problem was buttoning the buttons up the front.  After she had
the bottom one fastened at the waist, just above where the jacket began its
flared hem, she ran into trouble.  She strained and pulled and was able to
get one other button fastened, but that was it!  She thought the way it
pushed up her breasts looked ridiculous, so she unbuttoned that button and
just left the one cinching at her waist, she would just have to leave the
last three open or risk tearing the jacket.  The effect was that the lapels
conformed along her bosom snugly on the outsides of both breasts but
remained about a half an inch from both nipples.

   Jenny pulled at the edges to try to get it to cover them, but in
frustration just gave up and thought,

   "It'll just have to do!" and she picked up her purse and the bag with
the rest of her "anniversary" lingerie.  She then pulled out the strapless
cocktail dress wrapped in cellophane from the dry-cleaners,and trotted to
the door.

   She opened the door and peeked out, looking towards her neighbor's yard,
as she wanted to make sure that the crazy old man wasn't standing out there
with his hose.  But she couldn't see him so she walked over to her car's
passenger-side door and opened it up to hook the hanger with her evening
dress on the hook on that side in the back.  Mr.  Lemon came through his
side gate from his backyard, puffing a little from carrying the weight of
the strapped-on leaf blower, holding the nozzle with both hands and
sincerely intending to clear his yard and curb of leaves (yeah...sure).

   When he looked right, and saw Jenny!  God, he loved that girl!She was
bent at the waist and stretching into the back seat, trying to hook the
dress hanger on the little hook, one beautiful leg idly kicked up in back
with her effort and the hem of her dress rising a bit.

   But what really got his attention was her behind, it was so round and
inviting, and was raised at such a pretty angle...he just couldn't resist.
So he walked quietly over to their communal hedge and leaned over it far
enough to set the nozzle of the blower pointing down at the driveway a few
feet behind Jenny's heels.  Do I need to say more?

   He started up that blower and her skirt flew up with a whoosh!  If she
hadn't had her jacket on it would probably had taken the dress right off!

   "Yikes!" cried Jenny as she backed out of the car so fast she bumped her
head on the top door sill.

   "Stop it!...  Don't!..No!..Please!!!" Jenny screamed, as she pulled the
front of her skirt down with both hands and stood knock-kneed in
embarrassment, looking over her shoulder at Mr.  Lemon, who grinned back
staring wide-eyed at her bottom.  He couldn't believe his luck, she was so
close to being bare ass in that lacy, little, string thingy she was wearing
he almost had a coronary.

   And the way those plump cheeks jiggled and shook from that quickstep she
was doing in place, stepping on and off each foot in those sexy heels...my
GOD!  he thought...I've gone to heaven!

   He raised the nozzle and pointed the air stream on to her back to hold
that skirt just where he wanted it!

   Jenny slammed the car door and wiggled away as fast as she could around
to the driver's side , where her skirt finally came back down.  She jumped
in her car and got it started, backed up, and down her street, in record
time, all the while keeping one fist jammed between her legs, as if her
dress was still in danger of rising, and her cheeks flaming red in
embarrassment.



   PART TWO MISSING



   The car dealership was doing a booming business with their promotional
sale.  Customers were driving out of the lot with their barbecue equipment
and cooking aprons, kids hanging out the windows shooting their squirt guns
and laughing.

   "This was a success!" thought Ted Crawford as his face beamed, and he
waved at everyone like a politician -a phony grin plastered on as he
continually fidgeted with his tie.  And it sure didn't hurt to put the
blonde at the balloons, he thought, so near the street intersection and
under a bunch of fluttering flags.  Getting them in the lot was the trick,
then his salesman (he liked to think of them as his sharks) would swim in
for the kill.  But there were so many customers he was running short of
staff.

   "If I get that ravishing beauty over there to walk a few people around I
could do all the paperwork myself" thought Ted, and he glad-handed his way
out to where Jenny was giving balloons away to the children.

   Jenny had been standing by the helium tank, untying strings and clamping
the little grabbers on their ends to the kid's sleeves, all day long,
making sure they grasped their little hands around the strings tight before
they walked away.  She was a little mindful of how much cleavage she was
showing.  Mr.  Crawford had been nice enough to retie the straps of her
dress, but hadn't done such a good job.  The straps came out from her top
of her dress at about the middle of each breast in front and tied in a bow
behind her neck.  But he had not tied them in a bow, he had tied them in a
tight couple of knots, making them hard to untie and fix, and making the
straps much too loose, allowing the neckline to drop lower with the weight
of her breasts and all the movement she had done.

   By now the straight neckline actually sat only an inch above the edge of
her lacy, strapless bra.  And although the bra fit well and felt secure, it
was, after all, just a pair of boned cups and lace that held her boobs up
from the bottom, and only covered them up to about a half inch above the
nipple.  It was only meant to be worn with a thin strapped evening dress
like the one she had brought with her in the car for tonight's anniversary
dinner with her husband.  A deep valley was visible at the neckline of her
dress, and the soft, white tops of each breast rose up in arches and shone
in the sunlight.

   More than a few driver's honked when they saw her, or slowed to whistle
out their window at the pretty, stacked blonde with the great legs.  As she
was bent over to give a kid a balloon, that cute rump raised her skirt up
in back to the passing motorists, and she was giving the children's fathers
an eyeful of her 38CC breasts as she leaned forward.  A couple of their
wives had to remind them, with jabs, that they were here to look at the
whole car, not just the headlights.  But Jenny, blushing when she noticed a
wide-eyed stare down her dress top, usually noticed little of the attention
she was getting, and she tried her best to smile and make everyone feel
welcome.

   As Ted Crawford walked up to Jenny he noticed she was blushing and
hopping from foot to foot rather vigorously, causing those big, round boobs
of hers to dance inside that dress, swaying and bouncing at the same time.
Then he saw the kid in front of her squirting her feet with the squirt gun,
and he heard Jenny making squeaking sounds as she tried to keep her feet
dry and dodge the streams of water, clicking her heels on the pavement.  A
man and woman stood near enough to be identifiable as the culprit's
parents, but they both acted uninterested in stopping him.  The woman stood
idly gazing around at the cars and the man kept his hands in his pockets
looking up at the balloons, with quick, furtive glances down at the
struggling blonde with the bouncing bosom.

   "Welcome folks!  It's great to see you here today!' Crawford boomed,
pushing the boy towards his parents.

   He grinned at them, looked at the kid condescendingly, and said "What a
cute little boy you have there!  I just know we have a car for you, and
your little tyke can keep the toy whether you buy it today or not!"

   He grabbed Jenny's hand and pulled her nearer to him while addressing
the customers

   "Let me just have a word with my associate here, and we'll be right with
ya'!" Ted gushed, and the kid started squirting the wheels of a nearby car.

   "You have to help me out here, miss,' Ted whispered to Jenny out of the
couples earshot, 'I'm really running short of salespeople!  I'll do all the
paperwork for the sale if you'll just show them a few cars, you don't have
to try and sell the cars, they pretty much sell themselves.  Just be nice
to them and answer their questions by reading to them from the information
sheet on the window of each car.  Refer any questions you can't answer to
me, just say- "Mr.  Crawford can clear that up for you when we go inside to
complete the transaction." -okay?"

   "I guess so.." whispered Jenny hesitantly.

   "If they make an offer lower than the sticker price...the first offer,
mind you, bring them in to me and I'll finish the sale.  You'll do just
great, and really be helping me out of a jam." he pleaded, "Lets get back
before they lose interest" he whispered quickly and led Jenny back to the
family.

   "This fine salesgirl here will help you look around folks, just take you
time and find the car that fits your needs, and I'll see you all later to
finalize the paperwork." Ted said to the couple, and walked over to another
prospective buyer he saw lacking the accompanying shark.

   The man was smiling and staring at Jenny, trying to keep his eyes from
locking on her breasts, so his wife wouldn't notice.

   The women looked at Jenny a little skeptically and stated, "We're
looking for a sedan that gets good gas mileage, and is safe."

   The little boy, around five years old, screamed, "I didn't get a balloon
yet!"

   So, Jenny loosened a balloon from the bunch and handed it to the little
boy, and as she was latching the clip to his sleeve he shot her knees with
a stream of water and made her jump back.

   "Stop that, Timmy!" barked his mother, as Jenny blushed and rubbed the
excess water off her legs.  His father was more interested in Jenny's
cleavage from the bend she had made and was still gazing at her chest even
after she had straightened up.

   Little Timmy was now hiding from his mother behind Jenny and had managed
to clip his balloon to the back hem of her skirt and let go of it, watching
it rise.

   "Come here this instant, Timothy!" his mother's voice brought Timmy
shuffling back to her side, where she grabbed his free hand, somehow not
noticing his lack of balloon.

   She started dragging him in the direction of a car she was interested in
and Jenny clicked along behind them in her heels, wringing her hands
nervously, unaware that the balloon had lifted the back of her skirt enough
that the bottom half of her bare buns were visible.  The man followed
Jenny, along with the sway of Jenny's rear end, and he watched the
delicious roll of those cheeks, never saying a word.

   "Now this car we saw earlier looked sturdy." the wife said, standing
alongside a blue sedan "Do you mind if we sit inside?"

   "No, not at all!" said Jenny, opening the driver's side door for the
woman.

   The wife let go of little Timmy and and scooted herself into the seat,
closing the door and clamping both hands on the steering wheel as if she
were driving.

   "What's the gas mileage?" she said.

   So little Timmy ran around the car shooting imaginary bad guys until he
made a full circle and stopped, noticing Jenny's bottom pointing at him at
eye level as she bent to read the gas mileage data off the information page
taped to the window.

   The combination of the balloon and the bend she made had put more of her
round, sweet bottom on view and the husband was wetting his lips with his
tongue.  Jenny had just found the information about mileage and read it off
to the woman when he fired.  Timmy had aimed rather carefully at Jenny's
posterior and scored a bulls eye, squirting cold water in a jet right
between the globes of Jenny's saucy bottom!

   "Eeeek!" she lurched forward and up, whirling around quickly and
blushing furiously, as dear old dad chuckled, and whispered - "Good shot!"-
emphatically out the side of his mouth.  The wife kept pretending to drive,
muttering details to herself as her husband was enjoying Jenny's
embarrassment.

   Jenny tried to put a stern look on her face as she unclipped the balloon
and let it sail away.  She leaned down to tell the little boy that she
thought that was naughty of him, both hands behind her as if he might try
again by shooting around corners.  She never got it out, however, as he
took the opportunity to empty his squirt gun, firing in rapid bursts, at
the pretty blonde lady's titties!  What fun!

   Jenny's dress front was soaked by the time she realized what he had
done, and stood up in a daze, looking down in shock at her wet breasts.

   "Look, daddy, softballs!" the kid chimed, pointing at Jenny's breasts as
the the thin cotton material went from white to a darker transparency and
clung to Jenny's chest.  Her breasts were so visible through her wet dress
you could see the lace detail on the bra beneath, and her nipples, enlarged
and rigid from the cold water, poked out, even through the bra.

   "You can say that again!" whispered dad.

   Jenny came to her senses and brought her hands to her chest, splaying
her fingers to try and hide as much of her boobs as possible, and began
whispering, "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!"

   "Take a look under the hood, Lou, and see if it looks all right to you."
the unaware wife chirped from the front seat a she tooled along the highway
in her dreams.

   "Sure thing, dear ' he responded, 'could you show us the engine, miss?"
he grinned taking in Jenny's charms, as she squirmed and stammered a
"y..y..yes", clutching her wet breasts in the sopping, transparent
material.

   "Do you mind if I start it up?" the woman asked as she noticed an
envelope on the dash with the words "key #451" stamped on it.

   "N...n...no, that's f..f...fine." said Jenny as she meekly followed the
man to the front of the car and stood shaking and blushing.

   The wife was distracted trying to get the key in the ignition with
little luck, as the man pointed to the hood and said, "I'll let you show me
how to open it up." Smiling like a cat.

   The wife completely missed the cute, near topless-looking blonde wiggle
over to the front of the car, look sheepishly around, and bending over to
find where the hood latch was.  When Jenny thought she had spotted it she
took another embarrassed look around, and quickly let go of her boobs,
trying to release the latch in a panic, so she could cover herself up
again, her fingers fumbling with the metal to no avail.

    -śHere, let me help you." said the husband and came up close beside
Jenny, mixing his fingers under the hood with hers, trying to go "by feel"
since he really didn't want to actually look, having better uses for his
gaze, as his eyes kept growing wider and wider, looking down and taking in
every detail of those fantastic wet breasts showing through Jenny's dress
front.

   Jenny was frantic at this point and was jamming her hands under the
hood, accidentally hooking a thumb in her dress material and taking it
under the hood with her.  When the husband felt Jenny's dress material
under the hood by his fingers, he grabbed the hem edge and rubbed it on the
underside of the hood until he felt it hook on some protruding metal piece,
then he told Jenny he thought he'd found it!  And he unlatched the
mechanism deftly and flung the hood straight up, as the hood springs helped
it reach it's maximum height.

   The skirt of Jenny's sundress went with it, stretched taunt and high
enough to clear the entire extent of her ass, and so high in front you
could make out an inch of lacy, bra-enclosed bosom beneath.  It also pulled
her body up and forward against the front of the car, her arms flapping
wildly at her sides, her chest thrust forward and her back arched, causing
her to push out her rear end and spread her legs a little for balance.

   She cried out a "Nnnoooooo!" and started jerking her bosom violently
from side to side in a futile attempt to loosen the front of her dress from
the raised car hood, while gripping the back hem of her dress in both hands
and pulling down as hard as she could to cover some of her exposed bottom.
But the material wouldn't even come down so far as to cover the lacy bow on
the back string of her panties, right above the round, pink globes of her
beautiful bottom, which, at the moment, had a very cute jiggle.

   Timmy couldn't resist the sight of that little, white bow, and while his
dad halfheartedly tried to extract Jenny's raised dress from the hood,
while also staring down intently at the triangular, white lace panel at the
front of her panties, the little boy grabbed the bow and started leaning
and stepping back, like he was cocking back a slingshot.  Jenny felt this
and stopped jerking suddenly, her head snapping around, she managed to get
out "WHA..?" before the boy let go of the bow.

   "Snap!" the string came back to Jenny's bottom with a sting!

   "OUCH!" she cried as she went on toe in her heels, a knee bent
reflexively, bringing her leg and a sexy white pump into the air behind
her, splaying the fingers of her hands as her arms reached back and to the
sides.  The shocked look on her face transformed slowly back to devastating
embarrassment as she tried to look over her shoulder at the state of her
undress.

   The husband was holding the car hood up intentionally at this point, he
sure didn't want his wife to see this, as he looked down and saw the tufts
of blonde pubic hair coming out of the top of Jenny's panties.  The panty
snap had left them sitting lower in front, and the back-string and bow lay
languidly across the halfway point of Jenny's quivering bottom.  Jenny was
blushing beet-red and yanking on her dress with both hands, shifting back
and forth on her feet nervously.  She heard an appreciative whistle from
another nearby car buyer, and renewed her struggles when Timmy grabbed the
bow again and pulled hard!

   She squealed and jumped again when she felt the sting, as the bow
snapped back lower on her bottom, where the tender round cheeks were full
and sloping in, meeting her thighs with a thin crease.  The panty string
had come to rest along that crease, and the bow sat at the direct base of
her rump, right at the juncture of her naked cheeks and soft thighs.  It
stretched around her to the front, where the elastic waistband of the
panties hung below her pubic mound, and the lacy front panel drooped below.

   Jenny started yanking harder, blushing all over, once she realized she
was about to lose her panties, lifting each leg higher as she tried to
cover her sex with alternating knees, her bottom cheeks doing a furious,
bouncing dance.

   Timmy's dad was having difficulty keeping the car hood up, as Jenny kept
trying to pull it back down by yanking on her dress, and he was preoccupied
as well, taking in as much of the near-naked Jenny as he could, while
little Timmy began innocently, but enthusiastically, playing pattycake on
Jenny's cute bottom- clapping his hands together, and then slapping
alternating cheeks between claps- reciting the rhyme out loud.

   When Timmy's mom finally brought the engine to life with a roar, Jenny
could feel the air from the fan in front, blowing on her exposed sex mound
and soft belly skin, staring down in shock.  Timmy's dad noticed a few
people were gathering around nearby, stretching their necks to get a view
of the cute blonde's bare behind, and felt it was probably best if he
lowered the hood and ended this fun before his wife got wise.  He brought
it down but didn't slam it shut, deftly removing the hem where



   PARTS 4-5 MISSING



   Ted Crawford couldn't find anything else that the naked girl in the
parts department could put on, but he found her purse by the display table
and took her keys out.  He then asked the parts man about where to stock
the car circuitry boards and asked around if any of the salesmen knew which
car the blonde had arrived in.  When he found one eager volunteer he
requested that he go see if she had anything in her car that she could use
for clothing.  He whispered the explanation for his request to the grinning
man, who returned with a plastic bag he found on the front seat.

   He neglected to tell his boss about the dress he had seen hung up on the
hook in the back seat...if there WAS a naked blonde in the parts department
he wanted To make sure he got a look at her before she covered herself up
with anything!  If the boss could get her to put on the garter belt and
hosiery he found in the bag she would look all the more sexy!  He trotted
off to the service bays in back to tell the mechanics.  Those guys wouldn't
want to miss this!



   Ted continued hustling the crowd and had a fish on the line when the guy
he sent out for food returned.  He hustled the customer into his office and
begged a minute's wait from him to do a quick errand.  He then went back to
Jenny and knocked on the door.  When he told her who it was she opened it a
crack and he passed a bag of take-out and the plastic bag in and said, "One
of my guys found this stuff in your car, I hope it helps out and I'll keep
looking around, but I'm kind of busy right now so I'll get back to you in
just a little while'.

   ' Oh yeah, and our parts foreman said the computer circuitry goes on the
top shelf on the right side of the center aisle, the shelf is labeled red
and says circuitry, and he said to be careful not to drop them..now lock
this door behind you, honey."

   Jenny heard him hustling off and closed up behind him.  She went over to
the desk and set down the bag of fast food and looked in the plastic bag
with her lingerie.

   "How is this going to help cover me?  she thought, and another set of
goose bumps popped up across the top of her bosom.  "Well, at least the
stockings will help me keep a little warmer."

   So Jenny sat at the desk and slipped out of her pumps, and getting the
hosiery from the bag she smoothed it up each of her long, beautiful legs.
Then she stood up and slipped each nylon-clad foot into the white heels. 
Her stockings began drooping immediately at the top so she thought she'd
better hook them up to the belt if she didn't want to be pulling them up
all day.  She then got the lacy white garter belt out and put in on,
wiggling around to get the four fasteners attached to her stocking tops.

   She briefly thought that it was strange that they had bothered to go out
and look in her car for clothes and failed to see the dress sitting in the
back seat.

   "Oh well" she said.

   She held her breasts and bent forward to look down at herself.  She felt
ridiculous to be dressed like this.  She was dressed like a lingerie model
from the waist down and this coat was too small ...cinching it at the waist
with the buttons was hurting and making it hard to breathe, so she pried
the top button loose to give her squashed breasts some room to stick out,
and bounce.  Her current clothing seemed designed to expose her in all the
right places.  While her business style jacket covered most of her, with
the exception of her breasts, it tucked in at the waist and then flared out
all around, coming way short of covering anything, and made her look like
she was missing a part of a costume.

   It was sexy lingerie from there on out.  The thin lace panties and
garter belt did very little, almost nothing in the back ..to hide her
private parts below or her garters and hose.  She felt a hot blush coming
on thinking about anyone seeing her in such suggestive clothing.  That
would be sooo humiliating!

   She decided not to dwell on it...  after all, no one was here and as
soon as her dress and brassiere dried she could make her self decent again.
So she picked up a wide, thin box of computer circuitry, which didn't seem
too heavy, and held it in front of her under her breasts.  She added
another box to it and felt it was about as much as she could carry safely.

   She wiggled over to the wide center aisle in the warehouse-like room,
her breasts exposed and poking out of the jacket front.  She had no way to
hide them because of having to carry the boxes with both hands.  She
blushed when she glanced down and saw how her bare breasts were bouncing as
she walked, even if no one was looking at her she felt a hot flash of
embarrassment.

   She tried to control herself so she wouldn't drop the parts boxes and
looked around for a red sticker on the right side shelving, up high.  Jenny
found the sticker at the end of the row on the top shelf.  She could even
read the word circuitry on it.  But how was she supposed to get to the top
shelf with these heavy boxes?

   Jenny looked around the wide center aisle of the parts warehouse and
discovered a rolling platform over against some shelves.  It was a metal
framed ladder with a platform on top and it was on wheels so that you could
move it around and reach all the higher shelves throughout the warehouse.
Jenny went over to it and set the parts boxes down on the second tread.  It
looked safe enough, so she went around the back of it and pushed, finding
it rolled quite easily over to where she intended.

   Jenny pushed it tight up against the shelving racks and took a step up
to the first step on the platform.  The ladder had a base platform and
treads going up eight steps to a little platform at top, and all the
stepping surfaces were all rubberized so she stood easily on them in her
heels.

   "This won't be too hard" Jenny said to herself, and proceeded to pick up
the boxes and jiggle all her exposed parts at the same time.

   No one was there to see her beautiful bottom sway and roll as she went
up those steps but it was beautiful, all the same.  When she reached the
top she rested the boxes on the railing that prevented you from walking
forward and falling off.  Unbeknownst to Jenny, as she leaned against the
metal rail she had accidentally hooked the elastic at the top of her
panties to a sharp screw head that was sticking out.  As she stepped back a
little she felt the front of her panties were caught and were pilling, but
holding the boxes she had no hands free to work it loose and she tried
wiggling this way and that, hoping to free herself.

   A loud ratcheting noise caught Jenny's attention from the near wall at
the end of the aisle and the room began to brighten.

   "What was going on?  thought Jenny, and then she saw the light streaming
under the wall!

   But it wasn't a wall at all, it was a large receiving door that reached
to the ceiling so that truck trailers could back up and deliver to the
parts warehouse.  And it was being raised at an alarming speed.  It was
almost to the height an adult could walk under and she could hear men's
voices outside!  She began to panic and renewed her efforts to free her
panties from the screw, wrapping more of the lace and elastic on the sharp
threads.

   "Yeah, right Jim, a naked blonde in parts..you are so full of...!" the
conversation came to an end as the mechanics and the salesman stood at the
receiving door looking up at the nearly nude blonde on the ladder.

   Someone whistled and they all began laughing and patting Jim on the
back. A couple of them had reached the ladder and grabbed the rails around
the base, looking up at the struggling blonde, whose large naked breasts
were sticking out of the front of her jacket and were bouncing around with
her movements.

   She seemed to be stuck on the safety rail at the top and was pitched out
over it a little, with her arms held out in front of her about shoulder
height, holding some boxes.  Below the boxes her breasts hung down directly
over their heads, the nipples seemed to point at them.  From behind Jenny
was ravishingly sexy.  The forward pitch of her body over the rail, like
the carved bow head of some ship, left her bottom upturned and thrust out
to balance her.

   Below the little flared "skirt" of her white jacket jiggled that smooth,
round, bare behind, the top of her crease covered only by a white lace and
elastic band, and she was jerking her hips back and forth as she stood
there.

   Maybe she was trying to get loose or something, but nobody really cared,
it just looked great!  She was holding her legs tightly together at the
knees and then splayed out below the knees to a pigeon-toed stance in tall
white high heels.  They were long and curvy and encased in sheer nylons
attached to a lacy little garter belt halfway up her thighs.

   "Ohmygosh,ohmygosh,ohmygosh.." Jenny chanted in her panic.

   Those men below could see her in her sexy lingerie and were grinning and
staring at her exposed breasts!  She had to get loose, but what should she
do with these boxes of equipment she was told to be careful with?

   "Maybe I'll put them on this shelf and..'Jenny stopped her thought
abruptly as she heard a man below say, "I don't like the light in here,
lets go back outside" and she felt a jerk as the ladder began to move.

   "Wait!  No!  Stop!!  Jenny blurted as the men rolled the ladder platform
out of the warehouse and into the service area, where cars were parked in
service bays and up on lifts being repaired.

   Loud catcalls and hooting accompanied her humiliating ride on the
ladder, and whistling and cheers erupted every time the ladder's wheels
rolled over something and her breasts and bottom bounced around from the
resulting bump.  Some of the mechanics were holding compressed air hoses,
and as Jenny was wheeled around the service bays, they shot cold jets of
air up at her strategically, to goose her on the behind or nipples.

   "Oooooh!' and 'EeeeeK!" she'd squeal in reaction, jumping in her heels,
as her breasts bobbed emphatically and her bottom jiggled from the hop.

   She was trying so hard not to drop the parts boxes but was trapped in
this humiliating position by her hooked panties!

   "Please!  Don't do that!  No!  Please!.."Oooooo!" she jumped as she felt
a strong air jet blast up at her blushing bottom!

   There wasn't a square inch of Jenny not blushing at this point.

   The men of the service department were really enjoying themselves.  They
had never seen such a sexy looking women in such a funny and compromising
position before and they were going to have some fun before they let her
down.  They were wheeling her around all the cars being serviced, and were
doing their best to jerk the platform ladder up and down whenever they
could to see the stacked blonde bounce around.  One particular spot on the
floor made the ladder pitch forward and down, and then jerk back up every
time they passed it.  This made the blonde lunge forward and backward and
had those huge, bouncy breasts wobbling and dancing, bringing forth even
louder hoots and cheers.  And when she was jerked back and away from where
her panties were hooked on the rail, it pulled them very taunt and she felt
the lace string in her ass crease press tightly and dig into her between
the cheeks and she gave out a high pitched,"Eeeeeee!" which they cheered
and clapped for as well.

   They had to stop the ladder when they came around one car raised on a
lift because the door was open and there wasn't room to get by.  Jenny
seized the opportunity and found her balance, twisting around to face the
open door of the car and place the boxes of circuitry on the front seat.

   That was all the elastic on her panties could take, however.  With a
popping sound the lacy bow over the crack of her bottom cheeks flew across
the service area, as her panties broke at the juncture of her waistband and
the back thong string.

   "Yikes!" She screamed as they twanged against the rail, shooting off her
body.  Both her hands zoomed to her crotch to cover her soft blonde pubic
hair.  This got a particularly loud cheer from the crowd of men below and
the whistling was ear splitting.

   Her hands were frozen over her mound, trying to her sex, and the shock
of having no panties in a huge crowd of men was numbing.  Jenny was panicky
and in shock, along with being extremely embarrassed, and had a frantic
look on her face.  She was looking around madly for a way to escape and in
her confusion settled on leaping into the car on the lift beside her! 
Jumping and grabbing for the farthest seat, she didn't quite make it.  She
did manage to grab the boxes she had placed on the seat, and was pulling
them out and falling out of the car!  She reached out with her arms
frantically to grab a hold of something, grabbing the seat back at the last
minute.  She pushed the boxes to the floorboards and pulled her upper body
into the car.

   The mechanics all crowded around to watch the bare-assed blonde struggle
into the car.  She had only gotten halfway in and her behind was sticking
out.  Her legs in the sheer hosiery were kicking furiously, each sexy high
heel flipping up over her bottom as she alternated her kicks.  Her bottom
cheeks bounced in unison.  It was a tableau of sex appeal.  They moved the
ladder away and were all around the blonde's legs, looking up.

   Jenny, innocently enough, was holding on for dear life to those seat
cushions and had given little thought to how much she was exposing as she
kicked her legs about, bent over and lying on the driver's seat, with most
of her lower body dangling out over the eager eyes below.  Some men were
very lucky that day.  But with those perfect legs in the hose and garters,
kicking her sexy heels and wiggling around, even if you didn't see
everything, you saw plenty, and I'm sure they all counted themselves lucky
in that sense.

   The mechanic with the controls to the lift was playing with it a little
bit, making it jump up a quick foot or down, with no rhythm.  This had
Jenny bouncing on the seat and holding on tight, all the better to keep her
hands from being able to cover herself.  She was never in danger of falling
of course, as there was a eager multitude of hands that would have caught
her.  And so, after a few whispered conversations between the guys around
the lift controls, Jenny felt the car going down!

   She knew that she would have less chance of falling if the lift was
lowered, but a spreading blush washed over her face as she thought of the
part of her, that panty less part, which was now being ceremoniously
lowered.  Jenny had quit kicking now and had her legs locked firmly
together, even her toes pointed as her body quivered in embarrassment.

   "I'm just going to die of shame!  she thought, as she felt the hot blush
spread back to the cheeks of her bottom, still quivering.

   Then the lift jerked to a stop and her breasts bounced up and down on
the car seat.  She reached out her pointy toe of her pumps but couldn't
feel floor!

   "Gee, miss,..our lift seems to be stuck, but your only three feet off
the ground, we'll..help you the rest of the way", a young voice said from
below her, followed by a murmur of snickering.

   Jenny felt two hands on her right leg, one at the top of the thigh in
front, where her stocking top gave way to bare flesh, and the other right
on her calf below the knee.  Another set of hands grabbed her left leg in
the same places.

   "Now if you just let go slowly, miss, and bend your knees a little
you'll slide out nice and safe." she heard from behind her.

   Jenny was pink from embarrassment and kept thinking about all the men
behind her, she just KNEW they were all staring at her behind!

   "OH GOD!  This is SO humiliating!  she thought and tried not to wiggle
her bottom so much as she tentatively released her grip and slid a few
inches out.

   The leg men were assisting by cupping their hands under her knees,
helping them bend, but that just seemed to make her bottom stick out
further and was hysterically whispering, "ohno!ohno!ohno!oohNOOO!" as she
felt herself sliding faster.

   Jim, the salesman who had earlier alerted his pals to the blonde's
plight, stepped forward quickly and arrested her fall with both hands.  He
had them spread wide so that he could get as much cheek in each palm as was
humanly possible.

   "My god this ass is so firm and soft!" he thought as he gave it a little
squeeze.

   "Oh MY!  " squeaked Jenny as she felt the warm hands squeezing her
bottom.

   And as the rest of her came out of the car she felt strong hands firmly
hold her arms at the elbows on both sides, making sure she didn't slip to
the side.  She was sitting now, like in a chair with arms.  Two men on
either side supporting her arms and two ahead of her with their hands
supporting the back of her nyloned thighs, just behind the knee.  And, of
course, another pair formed a perfect cup for each cheek of her bottom. 
She squirmed a little in those hands, which sent a wave of pleasure over
Jim's body and he responded with a squeeze.

   "Oooo!" Jenny cooed from the squeeze, and that got a chuckle from the
men, as she looked nervously around with wide eyes and shocking blush.

   "I..uh..think I'm all right now, you can..Ooo!  set me down n..n..now."

   Jenny stammered, interrupted mid-sentence by another squeeze, which
elicited laughter from her audience.  The men were enjoying her
embarrassment, and were definitely aroused by her ample body, but her cute
innocence an meek attitude had really won them over and none of them really
intended to harm her.  So they gently let her feet find the floor and she
teetered upright on those sexy heels.  Jim's lingering right hand
reassuringly patted her soft cheek and withdrew as well.

   Both Jenny's hands covered her blonde pubic hair and her arms squeezed
her breasts together, making a deep cleavage.  Her knock-kneed, pigeon-toed
stance was real cute in it's embarrassed modesty, but panic was starting to
set in.  She began jerking her head around from face to grinning face and
looked desperately for an exit.  She ran to towards the street exit from
the service bays but heard the men shouting behind her to stop, "Hey lady
you don't wannna go out there!  they shouted, "Wrong way, lady!"

   The words sunk in as Jenny reached the beginning of the parking lot and
she skidded to a halt and whirled around a couple of times.  Her mind was a
jumble of thoughts and she just didn't know which way to go!  She settled
on running back in the service area, but had to slow to a walk, and then a
creep, as she tried to wiggle and squeeze by the men crowding around her.
She felt so embarrassed rubbing her body against the men, and instinctively
raised a hand to her mouth.  They were whistling and hooting and staring at
every square inch of her lovely body.  As she was about to exit the large
group, one of them reached down and pinched her.

   "EeeeK!" Jenny jumped up and her breasts heaved up and down, then
settled with a wobble.  The men cheered and whistled as she clenched a hand
to the pinched site on her bottom.  She turned her back to them quickly and
started backing up.

   "Ouch!" she jumped again as she inadvertently poked her behind backing
into a protruding handle on a diagnostic analysis unit.  Another cheer
arose from her admirers and Jenny turned pink.  She tried running again,
but only got to the end of a row of cars receiving only one quick slap to
her fanny for the effort.

   The only mechanic not watching or following Jenny stood at a workbench
near where she came skidding to a halt.  He was a very old man, with a
large hearing aid showing from his ear, and was busily drilling a hole into
a piece of metal on a vise.  Jenny turned around to keep her bottom
protected from the mechanics and accidentally put her elbow in his back.

   He turned around in response and the running drill he was holding caught
the flared hem of her linen jacket.  He jerked in spasms as he tried to
keep hold of the drill, while it kept gathering more of her jacket to it
and was was quickly peeling it off Jenny's shoulders.  He instinctively
stepped back and it pulled Jenny's arms to her sides, and then behind her,
as the old man sat down on the floor wrestling the drill that was bunching
the jacket into a spiraling knot around the it.

   When he finally got the damned thing turned off he looked up at the
ravishing blonde, in only a garter and hose, wearing a pair of high heel
shoes.

   "Customers are sure dressing casually these days..." he thought and
attempted to lift himself off the ground as the blonde ran away.  "Why
that's the prettiest behind I've seen in a long while," he mused.

   Although her pretty bottom was getting most of the physical attention,
Jenny had no hands left to cover it.  She splayed the fingers on one hand
trying to cover her bosom, hoping that she could get her extended fingers
to cover both nipples.  The other hand was clutched at her crotch and
wouldn't budge.  Her heels clicked loudly as she trot around the service
area seeking escape, her ponytail and huge bosom both bouncing excitedly.
The mechanics were having a grand time watching the blonde jiggle around,
and had taken to giving her sweet bottom a little pat or a pinch as it
wiggled by, or a low blast of air from the hose, aimed at her ass cheeks.
They loved her comic reaction to these effronteries.  She would shriek and
lurch forward and everything she had would go into motion.

   One of the mechanics crouched down behind a car as he saw her coming
around it, and was waiting to jump up and startle her for a laugh, when
Jenny tripped on an air hose and came sprawling at him, her arms wheeling
wildly around.

   She came to rest over his shoulder and he grabbed the back of her thighs
and stood up, bringing her off the ground, legs kicking.  He became acutely
aware of the large breasts smashed into his back and the soft round bottom
inches from his face.  He couldn't resist...  so he cupped the furthest
cheek with his hand and gently kissed the near cheek.

   The rest of the mechanics went wild.  The catcalls and hooting were loud
enough to hear out on the car lot.

   "What's going on here?" Ted Crawford shouted from the open receiving
door of the parts warehouse.

   He heard the blonde's panicked voice crying out, "Oh!  No! ..Let me
down! ..Stop!  " and saw her bent over his mechanic's shoulder, kicking her
high heels frantically.

   All the men stopped and looked at their boss and the man carrying Jenny
sheepishly put his hand back on her nylon-clad thigh and strode over to
him.

   "Hey boss, look what we found!" he said smartly.

   "Yeah, well put her down and get back to work' Ted growled, '..all of
you, back to work and cut this shit out!"

   So the man grabbed both of Jenny's cheeks in his hands and slid her off
his shoulder.

   "Sorry boss, and no harm intended miss.." he remarked to Jenny, and he
went back over to the others.

   Jenny stood clutching all the usual parts of her she does when naked and
turned red with embarrassment.  She felt like digging a hole in the ground
and crawling in.

   "My god, you sure get yourself into trouble easily!" Ted Crawford
grinned at her, appreciating her nakedness.

   "I'm so sorry Mr.  Crawford...if I could just explain," she gushed.

   "Don't bother,' he interrupted, ' I've just been putting out the fire
you almost caused in my warehouse, I guess you put your clothes too close
to the heater and, fortunately, they were all that burned,' he looked
grimly at her, ' but I found one apron left at the bottom of the box and at
least you can wear that.." he offered, handing her the apron and her purse.

   "Oh my GOD!" Jenny cried.

   "Yeah, well, I'm sorry too miss, but things just haven't worked out too
well for you today, have they?  I'm sure you'll do better at your next job.
For now, I really think it would be best if you took off early go home and
relax, ...as much as I'll miss you." he added with a big smile, staring
down at the best set of hooters he'd ever seen.

   Jenny meekly put her purse down and pulled the apron to her chest,
fumbling with the strings to tie it behind her neck and then gathering the
strings to tie it around behind her.

   "Here, let me help you." Crawford said, and walked around behind her and
tied the apron in the back into a big floppy bow.

   He looked down at her ass and just shook his head in amazement, he was
convinced that she had the sexiest body of any women he had ever known. 
What a babe!

   Jenny turned around and thanked him for putting up with her and bent to
pick up her purse.  The entire service area grew quiet as every eye watched
the mooning, and more than a few men licked their lips at the sight.

   Jenny straightened up and looked down at her new clothes.

   "My god, this is embarrassing,' she thought,' I look ridiculous!"

   The apron was a soft pink color and had pink frills all around the short
apron skirt in front and along the top across her cleavage and up each
strap going behind her neck.  It was so short it barely covered her pubis,
and left the garters holding up her hose and a good deal of thigh exposed.
It was tight around the waist where Mr.  Crawford had tied it and came up
her breasts tightly too.  Her protruding nipples poked seductively out the
material in front.  It was wide open on the sides and the size of her
breasts made it tent out in front so that most of her breasts could be seen
from either side.

   She shouldered her purse and held the skirt front down as best she
could, using her free hand to hold the apron front against her breasts so
they wouldn't pop out the sides.  Oblivious to the lack of material behind
her, she wiggled through the service area, her heels clicking on the
pavement and her ponytail swaying.  She mesmerized everyone within view
with that walk.  Her bottom seemed to have a life of it's own.  Each step
she took set it in motion, each round cheek rising and falling, with a sway
and a wiggle.  As the bright sunlight hit her behind when she reached the
parking lot, they all could see the faint imprint of a hand on her bottom,
left over from some grease-stained hand that had had the pleasure of
patting that sweet, round fanny.

   "Oh great, I had to park way over on the other side of the lot!"

   Jenny griped, and clattered off through the crowded lot towards her car.



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   Jenny At The Construction Site by OOgler

   Fresh Beginnings

   Jenny sat fidgeting in front of the mirror, she knew that a good
impression was expected of her on the first day at a new site.  The
dispatcher at the the TempServ had sent her to two jobs previously, in
which she had just sat at desks, answered phones, took messages.  They had
not really required any skill.  But then, nice Mr.  Jennings who had hired
her had told her, after a long, studied look...that he was sure that most
employers would be glad to have her as a front office receptionist, being
the first thing their clients would see upon entering their businesses. 
Jenny didn't stop to think that his grin, and wandering eyes were taking in
all her bountiful charms, and his actual thoughts pictured this big-busted
blonde at the Kirby Construction site, with all those horny construction
workers enjoying themselves at her expense!

   Jenny decided that she wouldn't suffer with the heat like she had at her
last assignment, dressed in a formal business suit, and the dispatcher had
said that this assignment was an outdoor construction site...  where was
that paper?  oh,yes..."Kirby Construction on Lakeshore Road, building a
high-rise office building, need a temp receptionist and gofer" ..."well, I
don't know what the gofer part means but I know that Lakeshore Road is
pretty far out in the country, I didn't even know there was any building
out that way!", said Jenny to her reflection.  It's bound to be hot out
there, she thought, so I'd better wear something I'll be able to keep cool
in.  She already had on her thinnest white lace bra.

   She thought to herself, "I'm just going to have to do that laundry when
I get home tonight, I can't keep wearing these flimsy little bras just
because the sturdier ones are in the wash!" She arched her back and bent at
the waist to reach down to her feet to pick up her nylon panties.  Jenny
bent down to pick things up this way since she was a little girl, never
really refining the more sophisticated bend that most women adopt to
prevent any accidental views of their body's more private areas.  She
likewise, seemed to miss the effect it had on any men behind her, so she
continued to pick things up in this manner, which now afforded a
magnificent view of her two fleshy bottom cheeks, jiggling seductively in
the air, and a small fold of pink lip hanging between her legs, just
peeking out below her soft globes.

   Jenny reached in her closet and pulled out a white summer dress that
buttoned up the front, coming in tighter on her waist, and flaring out to a
full skirt at about knee length.  The top part of the dress was held on by
two straps, which had seen better days, and had a nasty habit of falling
off her shoulders when she sagged her shoulders in the least little bit, so
she knew she would be tugging them back up quite a bit today.  What really
had her perplexed was how the top few buttons had gotten so much harder to
button since she had last worn this dress.  She finally had to concede that
topmost button, as it would not come together with it's buttonhole without
squishing her enormous breasts into grotesque lumps of flesh, poking out
from the top and arm holes of the dress.

   She wasn't even really pleased with how the second button had tightened
her dress at the top and gave her a pronounced cleavage, as the tops of her
big soft boobs came together to make a deep cleft, and the protruding mass
seemed to pull the dress out in front enough so that a view could be had of
her soft tummy skin between that first fastened button and her separating
bosom.

   "Oh well!  It'll just have to do, I have to leave quickly if I'm to get
there on time" thought Jenny, and she stepped into her white 4-inch high
heels, grabbed her keys and white, strapped purse and bounced out the door
to her car, some parts of her body bouncing at different intervals, to the
great delight of her neighbor, Mr.  Lemon, who proceeded to water his foot
as he gazed distractedly at his attractive neighbor.

   When Jenny pulled into the dusty yard at the construction site, she was
surprised to see that she was the first one there.  She hadn't counted on
the traffic being so light on the way here and had arrived about fifteen
minutes before the time she had written down as her starting time of 7:30.

   "Maybe I should see if I can get in that trailer with the office sign on
it?  thought the ponytailed blonde, ...I assume that must be where I'll be
working."

   But Jenny couldn't get the door open and stood at the doorway and waited
for a few minutes until she heard a meowing sound coming from the other
side of the door.  She cautiously stepped to the side of the door and
peered in a small window.  She could see that a gray little kitten sat on a
desk on the inside, a little below the window sill, and that it had somehow
gotten tangled up in a loose typewriter ribbon.  It sat, crying at it's
predicament, looking up at Jenny with forlorn, teary eyes and she knew she
had to do something to help.

   "I'll bet I can reach it if this window will open" thought Jenny, and
she felt really pleased when, upon trying it, it slid open easily and she
could see the kitten clearly on the desk below.

   "Gosh, that sure is a small window though, I hope I can reach it!" Jenny
said as she set down her purse on the porch in front of the door.  Jenny
brushed a lock of hair from her face that had been blown forward from a
slight breeze, and reached up to the window sill, pulling her head and
shoulders through the window.  Jenny's 38CC breasts still prevented her
from getting the top half of her body far enough through the window to
reach the kitten, so she pulled back out and tried a different approach. 
By sliding her arms through first and squeezing her head and upper torso
through she had almost been able to reach Kitty, but it had, of course,
scooted a little further away from her.  So Jenny pushed a little further
and felt her breasts being condensed into a tight package, edged firmly
into the frame of the small trailer window.

   With one last push, achieved by kicking off from the ground outside,
Jenny's upper body burst into the darkened office space.  But as this was
the only window that had it's shade up, and Jenny had effectively blocked
out any remaining sunlight from the interior, she found herself plunged
into darkness.

   "Oh no!  This won't do!  I can't see a thing" said our hapless blonde.

   Jenny slowly became aware of her surroundings in the gloom of the
trailer.  The kitten seemed to have been frightened enough by her sudden
entrance to scamper off the table, extracting itself from it's
typewriter-ribbon harness and was even now staring up at the blonde beauty,
her eyes wide open with a surprised look on her face, arms outstretched on
the office desk.  Jenny's dress straps had fallen down on either side and
that tight second button on the top of her dress had popped off and lay on
the desktop.

   Her breasts hung down and out of her dress considerably, and the pink
aerioles around her nipples were just visible on the edge of her straining
bra, and they seemed to have gotten hard from their rubbing past the window
sill, and fetchingly poked out the last little bit of dress that managed to
cover her impressive boobs.  She tried backing out by pushing on the desk
in front of her, as her feet had left the ground on the other side of the
window, and now the tips of her white high heels just barely touched the
ground outside.  Not nearly enough to relieve the pressure she felt on her
waist, balancing her body weight on the window sill.  All this pushing just
seemed to push her breasts against that straining bra, which inched down
lower, so that both hard, pink nipples sprung loose over the front of the
bra, and another button from the top of her dress flew across the room as
more of Jenny's ample bosom jiggled free.

   She, of course, couldn't see any of these events take place due to the
dim lighting within the trailer, and being very distracted by the hard
window sill digging into her waist, she strained to balance herself by
stepping on one toe and then the next on the ground outside, which sent her
beautiful behind on a rolling ride, back and forth, as each ass cheek rose
and fell in an erotic sort of dance.

   She did feel a slight breeze against the back of her thighs and thought,
"Oh my gosh!  I hope the wind doesn't lift my skirt in the back before I
can get out of here!  I would be so embarrassing for anyone to see me like
this!"

   A deep blush spread over her cheeks (both sets!) at the thought, and she
struggled further to free herself from her window enclosure.

   She then heard the sound of a motor from outside.  A heavy, grumbling
sound like that of a truck pulling into the dirt yard outside.  She heard
it's brakes squeal as it came to a stop.  Other loud motor sounds followed,
as if more trucks were arriving as well, and she looked down at the
florescent dial on her watch and saw that it was 7:30 exactly!  Everyone
must be arriving for work!  She renewed her hip wiggling dance and
frantically tried to squeeze those large, firm breasts back out that small
window, not noticing that her struggles had now released them completely
from her flimsy bra, which now hung below both bouncing boobs, serving to
hold them up and out in a more pronounced display than even her own
magnificent body was capable.  Jenny stopped struggling for a moment when
she heard a loud wolf whistle pierce the air outside her window, and the
sound of footsteps on the gravel behind her.

   "Oh my god!  There's someone there!  I must look such a fool to them,
but at least now I might get some help getting out of here!  By this time
the pressure on Jenny's waist was becoming very uncomfortable and she
called out to anyone who could hear, "Excuse me?  Is anyone there?  Could
you give me a hand, I seem to have gotten stuck!  Please?  Anyone?"

   Jenny tried her wiggling dance again, lightly stepping from toe to toe,
as she tried to ease herself back out and down to the ground.

   Most of the men stood around the vision with grins on their faces, some
actually stood with mouths agape, all of them wide eyed and suddenly very
awake on this sunny morning.  The breeze had picked up a little and all
eyes were glued to the hem of Jenny's skirt as it fluttered enticingly
around, lifting slightly here and there, offering occasional views of the
smooth, tanned thighs at the top of the most sexy, curvy legs most had ever
seen.

   The flesh on the back of her thighs jiggled slightly as the girl stepped
on and off the ground in her dainty white high-heels.  Her feet were arched
in this position and gave her legs a gorgeous curve, as she minced back and
forth, causing her pouty rear end to flex and roll uncontrollably, which
caused one workman to drop his thermos and grab himself someplace else. 
They could not believe their luck when the wind gust up considerably,
lifting Jenny's dress up in a full ballooned-out manner, exposing the most
sumptuous ass imaginable.

   Wiggling so sexily, her bottom cheeks were barely contained in the thin,
nylon panties.  Although they were white, after repeated washings they had
become very transparent, especially in the bright sunlight, and a slight
pink blush of embarrassment almost seemed to glow on each cheek beneath the
material.

   Jenny felt the coolness of the breeze against her skin but had no idea
how exposed she was at that moment.  She would have blushed down to her
toes if she had known how many pairs of eyes were watching her ass jiggle
in her semi-transparent panties.  The back of her dress had come to rest up
around her waist now and there was not a soft penis among the workmen
standing around watching the view.  A few of the men's deepest fantasies
were beginning to surface as Jenny's bottom continued it's erotic bouncing,
as her legs moved in that mincing step, and as she called out frantically
for some to please lend her a hand!

   The workmen glanced around at each other, grinning with glee.  Jenny had
asked them for exactly what they themselves had planned on giving her.  A
"hand" was just what they had in mind for her lovely body, maybe even more
than one!

   "What seems to be the problem here, miss?" one of the men asked

   Jenny in feigned innocence.  Jenny's head popped up at the words,
someone was there!  Now maybe she could extract herself from this
uncomfortable and extremely embarrassing position.  She knew, however, that
if someone was there that they were able to see only the bottom half of her
luscious body, with her big, round ass sticking prominently up in the air
and the back of her tanned, bare legs below her dress hem.

   " Oh, I hope that dress hasn't ridden too far up in the back!" she
thought as a blush spread across her face.

   "Well I seem to have gotten stuck here!  I was just reaching in to help
this little kitty I saw...  and now I can't seem to get back out!" Jenny's
voice quavered with nervousness.

   "Well.., said a voice, we could try and give you a little pull miss, if
you like," and Jenny felt two rough hands grip the side of her hips on
either side.

   Gosh, it felt like they were gripping her bare skin!  where was the
dress?  She couldn't feel it between her hips and the man's fingers, and at
the same time she felt rough jean material pushed against her soft bottom.
A particularly protruding area in the jeans was pressing hard into the
crack of her ass down low.  What is happening here?  she thought.

   "We'll just try yanking a bit first, miss" the voice shouted to her. 
Chuckling from outside could just barely be heard as Jenny felt her her
bottom pulled hard against the jean material.

   "Oooooh!" she exclaimed as that protruding bit seemed to goose her
between her bouncing bottom!

   Her legs kicked free of the ground and lifted in alternate kicks,
spreading a bit due to the man's legs being inserted between them.  His
pulling seemed to pick up a rhythm, and Jenny felt her behind being
repeatedly mashed against the man outside.  A little "oh" escaped her lips
every time she felt that uncomfortable jab between her butt cheeks.  Her
legs kicked up with each push that came from the jabbing thing, which
seemed to be pushing at the same time as her hips were pulled backward! 
She knew her ass was probably bouncing all over the place out there, and
she was very embarrassed, but she couldn't really refuse the help, could
she?

   The men outside were all holding themselves as they watched the burly
foreman dry hump the girl's jiggling bottom.  The foreman was in a kind of
trance himself, pulling those round buns against his crotch, watching them
quiver and bounce with each thrust.  He stopped before he came in his jeans
and thought of a better plan still.

   As he pulled his hands away from her hips he grabbed the flimsy sides of
her nylon panties and gave a tug hard enough to rip both sides free.  They
fell to a puddle at her feet as a collective sigh could be heard from all
the men, whose eyes remained glued to those big, round cheeks that seemed
to have a life of their own.  Jenny heard that ripping sound and felt the
brush of her panties sliding down her legs.  She definitely felt the cool
breeze on the cheeks of her bare ass now, and a crimson blush infused them
with a glow of embarrassment.

   "ohmygod!, ohmygod!, ohmygod!" she chattered within the confines of the
darkened trailer.

   Another workman stepped forward and said "Maybe we should try to push
you through rather than pull you out, lady."

   As Jenny heard the helpful voice, it slowly dawned on her what they
would have to push to achieve this result and she uttered a desperate "Oh
no!" a second before she felt large hands cup and squeeze each of her butt
cheeks.  They kneaded and pushed the soft flesh of her bottom repeatedly!
Then they stopped and it felt like someone else was trying.

   How many people were out there viewing her naked lower body?  This was
soooo embarrassing!  The workmen were shoving each other aside roughly to
get handfuls of that quivering ass.  And Jenny's bottom was getting pink
and warm from all the fondling, as it wiggled and flexed under the prodding
fingers and occasional slaps.

   She "eeeeeked" as fingers pinched her bottom, and "ouched!" when she
felt the spanks that sent her forward slightly and undoubtedly sent those
globes a'jiggling behind!

   "Oh, please stop!  I really don't think that's helping at all!" she
cried out in a frantic voice, blushing furiously.

   Only being in an exposed public place kept these men from "helping"
Jenny in the way that they all knew they wanted.  But one man, the foreman,
couldn't resist seeing all of this woman before the boss arrived, so he
used his trailer key on the door and stepped inside to see what the rest of
her looked like.  When he switched on the light he blinked his eyes and
lowered his jaw audibly.  Jenny's gaze followed his down to realize her
bare breasts were exposed to this complete stranger!

   She started sputtering and mewling, and her twitching shoulders causing
her already blushing bosom to wobble up and down slightly.  Jenny looked up
at the man in tears and noticed his head, and gaze seemed to be moving
slightly up and down in matching movement to the sway of her breasts.  She
looked down again in shock and pulled one hand up from the desktop in an
attempt to drape it across her protruding nipples at least.  She could do
nothing else about the rest of her exposed breasts as she needed her other
arm to steady herself.

   "Please help me!  Jenny looked up with teary innocent eyes, her lower
lip trembling slightly, "Ouch!" she squealed as someone outside gave her
bottom a quick slap!

   The foreman looked down with a grin and nodded to that sweet face
hovering above the most perfect set of boobs of that size that he had ever
seen.  They seemed perfect, and he desperately wanted to get his hands on
them as quickly as possible before the boss arrived and all this nonsense
came to a stop.

   "Why miss, I think I see what may be holding you back from sliding right
back out the way you came, If you'll just hold your arms straight over my
shoulders..." his voice was so calm.

   Jenny fought back her tears.  He knelt down in front of the desk so that
they were eye level and she slowly lifted her arm up from the desk,
balancing her weight on the window sill, and then, slower still, unfolded
her arm from around her breasts and stretched it out over the man's
shoulder.

   "That's good sweetie..  Hey Charlie!  and Lou!  grab on to an ankle and
give a good tug when I say!" he shouted out the open door of the trailer.

   Jenny felt hands clasped around her ankles and her legs lifted to a
horizontal position.  They separated each leg about a foot and a half, and
a number of men crowded in the gap to stare in amazement at the fuzzy
blonde bush and pink lips.

   "Oooooooh!" Jenny gushed as she felt the cool morning breeze blow across
her moist mound.

   At that moment, the foreman wrapped his hands around Jenny's fantastic
breasts.  He held them firmly and lifted up, so that Jenny appeared to have
tits coming out of her neck, they were squished together mercilessly.  He
felt the hard nipples in the palms of his hands, and had he been looking at
Jenny's face instead of down at what he couldn't believe he was holding, he
would have seen her face turn a bright scarlet as this man she didn't know
was warming her boobs up with his insistent fondling!

   "OHMYGOSH!!!" Jenny screamed, and that got the foreman
stuttering"..no,no,no..ya..ya see, w..w..we just hafta get these big
t..t..tits up h...h...high enufto.." he faded off as his hands begin to
involuntarily squeeze Jenny's breasts with a clenching, rhythmic motion.

   The men outside were in no hurry to change their perspective as well, as
jerky shudders pulsed through Jenny, which jiggled everything from her pink
bottom cheeks to the tips of her toes.

   "Are you ready yet!?!?" Jenny's shaky voice rushed out in a burst.

   "Wha?..oh, yeah, y..y..yer right" came the muffled voice of the foreman
as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

   "G..g..go ahead Charlie!" he shouted, and he found himself being pulled
out the window holding on to those fantastic boobs until he had to let go
as his shoulders caught on the sill.

   Jenny's momentum sent her flailing backwards, rump first into a crowd of
men, half of whom she knocked down in the process.  A couple of quick
thinking opportunists in the back had knelt down where they thought she
might fall, however and held their hands down on the ground, palms up!

   So that rather than get that pretty little bare bum dirty, as she surely
would have, Jenny found herself sitting on two cupped hands!  And their
fingers seemed to dig in immediately and squeeze her bottom cheeks!  "Oh
dear!" Jenny cooed as she shifted and flexed her bottom from one cheek to
the next, trying in vain to cover her breasts with her spread fingers,
causing them to wiggle in her grasp!  She was dying of embarrassment!!

   Two hands grabbed her elbows from either side in an attempt to help her
get to her feet, which pulled both arms away from her heaving bosom, as
another two kneaded and pushed up her bare rump cheeks until she stood and
the men slowly pulled their hands out from under the back hem of her dress.
The quick upward movement had her 38CC boobs bouncing up and down, which
settled into a slow, undulating sway as all the men stepped forward to help
the flustered blonde pull her bra up over those huge, soft mounds with
those pert, pink nipples sticking straight out in the cool morning breeze.

   She fumbled awkwardly with the bra and the dress straps, trying to cover
as much as she could, as she blushed furiously and whispered frantically
"ohmygosh, this is terrible!  I'm so sorry!  I can't believe what's
happened!  I've never been so humiliated!  Oh dear!" and of course at least
eight pairs of hands helped Jenny straighten up her disarranged bra and
dress.

   When she was at least as presentable as she was ever going to be holding
the top half of her dress together over her pushed up bosom, a large sedan
pulled into the dusty lot and every man standing around was suddenly off to
do something important, leaving Jenny to stand in the middle of the lot,
knock-kneed as she held her legs together, feeling the embarrassment of not
wearing panties just as strongly as if she were naked at the moment.

   Mr.  Kirby got out of his car and saw the pretty blonde, looking kind of
embarrassed and standing funny, clutching the top of her dress, which he
could see she was filling out quite nicely.

   "Oh, you must be the girl from TempServ, I'm Fred Kirby, glad your here"
Mr.  Kirby called out, "come on in the trailer and we'll get started" he
motioned to the door.

   Jenny cautiously stepped up to the door, using one hand to keep her
breasts in her dress and the other to hold down her dress between her legs
in front.  As Mr.  Kirby climbed in right behind her he found himself
looking as the smooth, tanned skin on the back of this girl's thighs when
the wind gently lifted the back of her sundress up, and before it fell he
was treated to the cutest pair of bare bottom cheeks, shifting from side to
side as the blonde found her footing on the steps in.

   "Did I really see that?" thought Fred as he followed that perky ponytail
and bouncing bottom inside.

   Mr.  Kirby more than once glanced over at the large, soft bosom erupting
from the top of Jenny's dress.  It kept him distracted most of the morning
as she seemed to shift uncomfortably back and forth in her seat.  She had
safety pinned the top in two places below what looked like the topmost
button of that dress, but he actually thought he saw the metal pins bending
under the pressure, and a bead of sweat formed on his upper lip.

   "My gosh, I have to get to the architect's office!" he exclaimed
suddenly, as he looked at his watch quickly.  I've got to get out of here,
he thought to himself, before I help those boobs out of that dress!  And
that would not be good for my relationship with Pamela, he further mused,
imagine how furious that jealous woman would be if she knew our new temp
looked like this!  He stood up quickly and stepped toward the door.

   "Just step outside and find Marv, the foreman, and tell him he's in
charge until I get back, would ya sweetie?" Mr.  Kirby smiled as he stepped
out the door and strolled off to his car.

   "Oh, okay." said Jenny to the departing businessman.

   She sure didn't want to go out and have to face the men who had seen her
this morning, even though they had tried to help her out, she blushed when
she thought about what they had seen, and what they had touched!  Even
though most of the pushing and prodding of this morning she could
rationalize was innocent, she blushed down to her ample cleavage
remembering some of the squeezing and pinching and goosing!  My Goodness!
She could feel her cheeks warming up in a blush when she remembered being
spanked and patted, squeezed and fondled.  And even though she was
immobilized by her position in the window, she remembered how she had
squirmed and jiggled with her poor round rump jutting out.  OhmyyyyyyyygoD!


   Jenny grabbed both sides of her full skirted sundress, bunching big
handfuls of material in either hand, bringing the cloth of the dress
tightly across her bottom and the back of her legs.  As she wiggled to the
door her lovely round bottom rotated hypnotically beneath the thin cotton
material.

   She was determined not to let the wind blow her dress up again and she
used one hand to hold a thick knot of dress together at her thighs in
front. She used the other one, the one holding the piece of paper with the
foreman's name written on it, to balance herself by waving it in the air,
as her short jerky steps from the tight skirt she had made herself caused
her restricted chest to heave against the stressed-out safety pin holding
the top of the dress together.

   She jiggled down the steps from the trailer, across the parking yard
outside and to the actual construction site, eliciting quite a few catcalls
and whistles, as most eyes turned immediately to that light dress, and what
they knew was missing underneath!  Jenny's underwear had made it to the top
of the building-in-production this morning, where they flew off a nail like
a white lace flag.  But she doesn't have a clue, or she would be so ashamed
at how she could have lost track of those panties!  She doesn't really
remember even when she had lost them, the events of the morning seemed like
such a blur.

   As a few loud jack hammers pounded nearby Jenny had to lean very close
to the first man she found near the site and shout the name of the foreman
in his ear.  The man pretended he couldn't hear the first few times just so
he could stare down the front of Jenny's dress and watch the top of her
mounds heave in and out with her labored breath, having had to jiggle
across the yard.  She finally gave up yelling in this man's ear and wiggled
over to the next workman standing around staring at her.  As she passed the
first man he goosed with his thumb, right between those sweet buns down
low. It amazed him at how deep he could bury it before it reached the base
of her tender asshole.

   Jenny lurched forward and up at the intrusion and squeaked loudly, to
the cheers and laughter of the surrounding workmen.  She had bumped her
jiggling breasts against the man she was walking towards and stepped back
and looked down at what had been done.  Sure enough, it never fails that
she loses part of her clothing in encounters with other people, for there
was one of her safety pins on the ground between her feet and the last one
was the only remaining attachment for her dress front.

   Blushing and swiveling her head around to see all the men who had
watched her goosing, she eased a hand slowly behind her to smooth down her
skirt and put a protective hand back there in case anyone else got the urge
to embarrass her!

   The men chuckled and made mumbled comments she could hear about what she
had under that skirt.  She turned to the man she intended to ask about the
foreman to, but he had knelt down to tie his shoes and stare at Jenny's
legs.  So she bent over at the waist, as she was born to do, and shouted
the foreman's name in his ear a number of times as he, too, pretended not
to hear.

   Men strained forward and whistled softly as they gazed down at the
impressive breasts this sexy blonde was hanging out to see, they strained
against the fabric stretched tight, but low, across her creamy breasts. 
And plenty was left over to spill over the top and out the sides, as her
dress straps both slid down either arm.  And the view from the back was
just as pretty as she bent over with her feet together and her pouty rear
end stuck up.

   Because she was holding her dress together tight in the front to prevent
the wind from lifting her skirt, the material on the back of the skirt was
straining to hold that wondrous bottom in, an a loud rrrrriiip!  announced
a seam had ripped from the base of her bum up to where her ass naturally
juts out at the top.

   Jenny hadn't noticed any of this, of course, as she kept yelling the
foreman's name in the ear of this, apparently very deaf, man!  He finally
yelled back to Jenny "I don't know, but Pete, who's runnin' that jackhammer
over there oughta know".

   So Jenny straightened up and re-tightened her skirt in a bunch at the
front.  She looked down quickly to see that her last safety pin was holding
her dress top together and, confident that it was, wiggled over to the man
with the vibrating hammer.

   The loitering workmen stared in awe at the way her hips swayed, and each
perfectly round bottom cheek rolled and rotated as she walked away,
especially since her bare behind was in bright sun light and sticking out
the back of her dress.  Framed by the white dress, it caused a few men to
fall to the ground and groan loudly.  Even better still was the sight when
she came to a stop near the workman with the jackhammer!

   The vibration from the pounding hammer made all the meaty parts of Jenny
vibrate up and down.  As quite a few had gathered behind the cute blond to
watch her creamy bare ass wiggle with the vibration of the hammer, a number
of workman had staked out those immense boobs, and stood wide-eyed, and
mystified, at how those huge breasts, jiggling at a rapid pace, could
possibly stay inside that dress.

   No, Jenny's dress didn't burst open at this point, but her thin, white
lace bra slipped off her boobs and had bunched up under them, so that her
suddenly erect nipples made a distinct impression through the front of the
dress.  As Jenny shouted in the ear of the man with the jack hammer he
leaned towards her and rested his upward thrust elbow right below her
breasts.

   All were watching the much more pronounced jerking of the actual hammer
bounce his elbow up and down, sending her heavy breasts into the air and
down again, up and down with the same exaggerated wobble Jenny got whenever
she tried to run bra-less.

   "Yikes!" Jenny exclaimed as she saw her chest wildly bouncing up and
down, I must be standing too close to that guy!

   And as she stepped back and her breasts settled to a less frantic, but
still noticeable jiggle, the crowd around her burst into applause.  Jenny
held her free hand to her chest, trying to hold them still for a minute, as
her blushing cheeks broadcast her embarrassment!

   "Oh, he's up on the second floor honey, cutting some ceiling joists I
think!" shouted the workman on the hammer.

   He gave Jenny a wink and she pouted at him and swished around to walk
back to the building.  The path leading to it had been lined on both sides
by workmen, shoulder to shoulder, and as Jenny walked down this tunnel they
seemed to close in tighter on either side and were grinning at her in a
leering

   Jenny had no idea why the men were lined up this way, but she knew she
would have to walk back to the building to get up on the second floor where
the foreman was.  So she walked as quickly as she could through the rows of
workmen, considering she had to make small, jerky steps because of her
dress being gathered tightly at her knees.  She thought how embarrassing it
would be if the wind lifted it and this crowd of men could see her
panty-less rear and light blonde pubic hair.  She was glad she was holding
it so tightly closed, and tried her best to steady the jiggle of her boobs
with her other hand.

   Although it was only about 25 feet it seemed like a mile to Jenny as she
heard a bit of laughter beginning behind her and a few piercing whistles as
she wiggled by the grinning men.  The men tried to stifle their laughter
and comments as much as they could so Jenny would reach the building
without realizing that her bare bottom stuck out the back of her dress.  It
wiggled down that path with a life of it's own, and every male eye on that
construction sight watched those creamy white globes wobble back and forth,
bouncing along in the large hole left from the ripped seam along the back
of the busty blonde's sundress.  And just as Jenny reached the building,
the last man in the row cocked his arm back and gave that fanny a hard,
quick slap!  Which left the faint, pink impression of his hand on the white
smoothness of her bottom cheek.

   Jenny shrieked at the pain and shock and was practically lifted off the
ground by the sudden spank.  Her hands reached back quickly to her smarting
buttocks and as she felt the bare skin of her bum, she lurched around in a
swirl to hide her bottom from view, still clutching it with both hands. 
The workmen greeted this display of modesty and embarrassment with a loud
cheer and enthusiastic laughter.  Jenny's blush couldn't have been deeper,
as she realized how she had walked by all those men without noticing that
they were staring at her beautiful naked behind!  And having been slapped
on the ass in front of them all!  How humiliating!

   She now had to hold her skirt together in the back, which took two hands
and had the effect of thrusting her breasts out in front of her, and with
what little support her pinned up dress gave her she trotted up some stairs
with her bouncing bosom waving before her.  The few men left coming down
the stairs stopped in their tracks at the sight of those huge tits chugging
up and down in front of the squirming beauty coming up.

   When Jenny reached the top she noticed there was no real floor on this
level, just the odd piece of plywood stretched across some large, metal
I-beams.  Leading away from the stairs she came up was a 6 inch board
stretching across some I-beams to a plywood sheet set on the beams in the
center of the floor near what appeared to be a freight elevator.  The
foreman she had met earlier in the morning was talking to a few workmen
when he saw the cute blonde bounce up the stairs and he called to her.

   "Hey miss!  Could you bring us that tool belt sitting by your feet?"

   Jenny had to let go of the back of her dress but the ripped seam had
come together and hung undetected in the folds at the back of her dress. 
But she would have to let go of the front of her dress and hope that last
safety pin would hold.  She bent down and picked up the heavy belt, which
she could just barely lift to her waist level, looking anxiously at the men
on the platform, her chest heaving with the exertion.

   "It would balance you better miss, if you put in on" said the foreman
from across the walkway.

   And Jenny looked down at the heavy belt and saw a metal clasp on either
tail of the heavy leather belt.  Fortunately it didn't have any
long-handled things like hammers or drills in any of the pockets, but it
did have other heavy items in some of the other pockets, like a tape
measure and some electrical testing units.  She wrestled the belt around
her waist and attached the clasp in front.  The foreman motioned to her and
she looked his way.

   He shouted, "Would you mind bringing me that laptop on the ground
there?"

   She looked down at the briefcase-like computer with a handle and picked
it up and shifted her arms to carry it with both arms underneath.  She
didn't want to drop it so she was holding it out in front of her like a
tray.  She started across the ridiculously thin walkway, stepping one sexy,
little high heel in front of another until she had reached about halfway.
And then a swirling wind caught her dress from below and it ballooned out
as far a it could go, being held down some on the sides from the sagging
tool belt.  But the very front and back of the belt had no hardware
attachments and at those spots Jenny's dress shot up to her waist!

   She found herself trembling and teetering on the skinny board looking
beseechingly to the workman on the platform as one whistled in appreciation
of that tender blonde mound she had just flashed him.  Not wanting to let
go of the computer, Jenny slid one hand to the handle and let it drop to
her waist, trapping her dress above it, but at least she was covering up
her sex from view by the black laptop.  She was very unbalanced at this
point, however, and had to stretch out her other arm in an effort to get
some stability, so she just couldn't do anything about the back of her
dress.

   Making little waiving motions with her outstretched hand to steady
herself, Jenny looked down at the pointed toes of her pumps and slowly
edged them forward in a sliding motion along the board.  Four large utility
lights flashed on below her, aimed at the most delicious rear end
imaginable and a roaring cheer came from the first floor, where Jenny could
now see a large group of workmen!

   They were all staring up at Jenny's cute little feet in those sexy
heels, teetering on the wobbling board, and those curvy, tanned legs of
soft, unblemished skin, quivering in her thighs as she tried to balance,
and most of all, at the two glowing mounds of her bottom, perfectly round
and bouncy.  Because she had worn a full-pantied bathing suit the last time
she had tanned, her cheeks were a little whiter than her legs below and
drew every eye to them in the bright lights cast up at them.  They jiggled
seductively in her attempt to regain her balance.  For a moment it appeared
she really was going to lose her balance and fall, but she saved her
balance by kicking a leg out to the side and front of her, arching in a big
circle as she brought it back to the board, her arm waving wildly!

   The forced spreading of the blonde receptionist's legs, while necessary
to keep her on the board, gave the majority of the cheering workmen below a
great view of Jenny's pussy, and she knew it!  So by the time her foot got
back to that board, she blushed furiously, and that pale bottom of hers had
become infused with pink in her embarrassment!

   The cheers and hoots from the men below, and the look on their faces as
they greedily gazed up at her nakedness humiliated Jenny, but as she tried
to regain composure and make her way across the little walkway that last
safety pin had reached it's limit and sprung away from her tightly encased
bosom and clattered to the floor below.  No longer held back as Jenny's
dress straps hung down to her elbows, her voluminous breasts pop out of the
front of her dress, the brassiere being bunched below her boobs, the mass
of round, bouncing tit flesh and the pink erect nipples brought another
cheer and more whistling from down below.

   Jenny felt so humiliated as she minced forward the remaining distance to
the central platform, her enormous breasts jiggling up and down, completely
exposed, as her dress hung limply down below them.  She was using her other
arm to try and bat down the back of her dress, but it just kept blowing up
again, exposing her bare bottom to the stares (and hoots) of a very horny
bunch of construction workers.

   The men on the platform rushed forward to help Jenny off the last couple
of feet of walkway.  The man on Jenny's right supported her arm at the
elbow with both his hands, but lifted it uncomfortably high, which made it
useless in covering any part of her, while the man on her left clamped his
left hand solidly on her left breast, as if it was a handle to hold on to,
and cupped her left bottom cheek in his right hand, squeezing and lifting
it!  The men below erupted in shouts of approval!  Everyone wishing their
hands were holding that blonde's charms in just that way.

   Jenny seemed to be lifted almost off the ground by that hand on her
bottom, and he let go briefly and then slapped it back on, which was like a
spank and a grab, and she felt his hand clutching rhythmically on the her
bare cheek, which was a heart-stopping view from down below.

   When Jenny was finally on the plywood platform, the men generously let
go of her appendages and she set down the laptop computer, busily batting
down the skirt of her sundress while hitching up her dress straps.  She
then attempted to hold together the front of her dress across her jutting
breasts.  You could see far more boob than dress, however, and the men
looked longingly down at the blonde's heaving cleavage as it swelled up and
down with each labored breath.  She was quite red in the face after the
spectacle she had just made, and stammered out the message

   "Marv, the foreman was in charge until Mr.  Kirby returned."

   "That's fine honey, your message is delivered, so why don't you scoot
your tits back down to the trailer so we can get some work done around
here...  you can go back down in the freight elevator over there", he said,
gesturing to the metal-caged structure in the center of the floor.

   She blushed when he said "tits" as she was not used to men talking to
her so directly, and she felt like she was at fault here for making such a
nuisance of herself, so she quickly turned to go.  The man who had lifted
her off the walkway by clutching her bare ass cheek rushed over in front of
her to the elevator door grating and slid it to the side so that she could
step in.

   She noticed that the floor of the elevator was actually about a foot and
a half below the level of the platform, so she tried to hold her breasts in
her dress with one hand and bend over to hold on to the platform edge as
she hopped down to the elevator below.  The little hop, of course, was
enough for her 38CC breasts to pop out once more, exposing her nipples to
the men standing above on the platform looking down.  They both noticed
that the trailing hem at the back of her sundress was still a little draped
along the edge of the platform and, smiling at each other, they both
planted a firm boot on it as one man pushed the down button of the
elevator. Jenny didn't notice immediately what was going on but as the
elevator began to descend she looked down and saw what appeared to be her
hem rising!  It was also becoming taunt in front where the buttons were. 
And definitely was rising!

   The top of the dress was disappearing down and out the back of the tool
belt, and Jenny cupped both hands on the front of each breast, distractedly
remembering she had forgotten to give Marv his tool belt, and then shook
her head and "eeeeked" as she saw her bosom hanging naked in front of her
with only her hands to cover it.  As her hem rose to miniskirt level the
buttons began popping off and the dress just seemed to whoosh up and behind
her, and looking down she saw her blonde bush peeking out the front under
the tool belt.  She rushed a hand there as she looked up to see her dress
hanging high above her.  And then the elevator came to a jerky stop at the
ground level.

   As the elevator was really no more than a mesh iron cage, Jenny could
see the men crowded around the entire edge of it, staring in at the naked
blonde in white high heels,the remains of a bra, and a tool belt.

   She began chanting, "ohmygod!ohmygod!ohmygod!  as the doors slid open
and she saw that they had made a tight path for her through the crowd.  She
only hesitated as long as it took for a hand to reach through the grate
behind her and pinch her bottom sending her squealing forward, while trying
to cover her sex and bouncing bosom at the same time.

   The path the workmen made for Jenny was extremely tight and didn't
really seem to have an end, and even though she wiggled as fast as she
could by them, she was really only going in a big circle around the
elevator.  Someone plopped a hardhat on Jenny's head and she looked like a
workmen's dream partner.  All boobs and butt in a pair of high heels, a
leather tool belt framing her fluffy blonde pubes and her wiggling rear
end.

   Jenny protested embarrassedly "please, stop that!" "ouch!" "nooo, don't
do that!" "eeeeek!" "yikes!' "OOOOOOHmygod!" "ouch!" as arms reached up to
bring her arm down from her breasts, fingers reaching out and tweaking her
erect nipples, while other roaming hands slid along her smooth legs,
snatching her bra off, trying vainly to reach her pubic mound, which she
guarded with a death-grip using her other hand.

   The men were really enjoying themselves and laughed and hooted as they
reached out and grabbed her ass.  Each man in turn seemed to get a handful
of ass cheek and most kneaded and squeezed the soft, firm skin in their
hands, while Jenny wiggled and squirmed by them, shrieking occasionally
from a quick slap to her buns.  The spanking slaps stung her tender bottom
and Jenny invariably jumped when whacked, so that her breasts jumped
uncontrollably up and out, away from her protecting hand.  But when a few
men pinched her rosy bottom is when she put on the best show, a
high-pitched squeal would escape her pouty mouth which formed into an oval
shape, and her eyes would seem to bug out in an expression of complete
surprise as her ponytail would bob.

   She would jump up once to the pointy tips of her high heels, arching her
feet as her round bottom and bouncing bosom wiggled around continuously,
her hands stretching back instinctively to her buns, exposing her big chest
and blonde pubes as she whirled around to face whoever had pinched her. 
Jerking her head around from face to grinning face with a wide-eyed
expression of surprise, holding both bottom cheeks in her palmed hands with
her knees knocked together in an effort to hide her sex, the men let out a
roar of approval at the sight every time it happened.

   Her expression of innocence and embarrassment, along with her awkward
movements to protect herself was so exciting to the workmen that more than
a few decided to pinch that big bottom and watch the show.  Just as Jenny
thought she would never get out and away from those grasping hands, a loud
female voice rang out behind the workmen.

   "What the hell is going on here?!!" And the men parted away from the
nearly naked blonde.

   And if Jenny could have seen, which she couldn't as the hardhat had
tipped forward over her eyes, she would have seen a beautiful, and very
angry, redheaded woman in a tight blue business suit with her legs spread
to the sides as far as her tight skirt would let them and her hands on her
hips.

   Pamela Kirby could not believe what she was seeing.  Not only was no one
working but they all seemed to be gathered around some blonde girl in a
hard hat and tool belt, shifting from foot to foot in sexy white high
heels...and nothing else!  My god!  this girl seemed to have enormous boobs
which the spread fingers of one hand tried to cover, while the other hand
was behind her rubbing her bottom, exposing the tufted blonde mound above
her pink vagina in the gap at the front of her tool belt!

   She felt her temperature rising as she thought of her Fred hiring this
buxom blonde bimbo for any reason!  Well she won't be here for long,
thought Pamela, as she stepped up quickly to the quivering girl.

   "So is this the latest construction yard fashion?  or are you just too
hot to keep your clothes on, miss?"

   Pamela spat out with barely controlled fury.  Jenny lifted her chin up
to peek out from under the hardhat and said, "Oh gosh, no, you see I
was...e"



   But that's as far as she got with her explanation as the furious woman
grabbed the front of her tool belt and started walking at a fast pace
towards the parking yard.  Jenny was pulled along at this pace while trying
to hold on to all her jiggling parts, tripping and stumbling along in her
heels, with a large contingent of workmen trailing along behind her,
enjoying the view.

   When they reached Jenny's car the woman let go of her and said, "The
hardhat and the belt stay sweetcheeks, but you're leaving now!  So get
those melons in that car and get out!  "

   She emphasized this last part by pointing towards the road out of the
yard.  Jenny had been attempting to use the hardhat to cover her breasts
with but was very intimidated by the woman's anger and dropped it
immediately to start fumbling with the clasp of the tool belt.  When she
had released it and bent down to place it on the ground, she quickly tried
to cover her nakedness with all she had left...  her hands.

   "I'll need the keys to my car!  They're in the trailer!", and she gasped
at the pure hatred in the redhead's eyes.

   "I'll get the keys, YOU get in the car!" she screamed, and Jenny quickly
whipped around and struggled to open the car door, which was locked, so in
her desperate panic

   Jenny just stuck her head through the open window on the drivers side
and grabbed the car window sill, pulling those bouncing breasts and the
upper half of her body into the car, where her momentum stopped.  She came
to rest with her bent waist balancing her body weight on the sill, her
elbows and breasts resting on the front seat and her bottom sticking up and
out of the car, as her legs scissor-kicked in their attempt to get her toes
to reach the ground.

   The workmen stared in awe at the wildly kicking legs of the girl, as
one, then another high heel seemed to whoosh up and down, and those cheeks
flexed back and forth in the bright sunlight.  Pamela had seen enough,
however, and stepped to the side of the car and stared down at Jenny's
wiggling rear end.

   She reached in and grabbed the bimbo's pony tail with one had and used
the other to slap the girl's behind.  Jenny's legs kept kicking as the hand
spanked her bottom!  Smack!  Slap!  Smack!  She would squeak out an "ouch!"
every time she felt the hand spank her!  She could hear the men laughing
and hooting as they watched her poor, pink behind get very publicly
spanked. She thought she had never experienced such humiliation before in
her life!  This was soooo embarrassing!

   Pamela spanked the girl's round bottom a dozen times before she stopped.
She looked down at Jenny's red behind and gave her one last, hard slap as
she said, "...and don't come back!" whirling off to the trailer to get the
bimbo's purse.

   Jenny felt the humiliating spanking stop and pulled frantically to bring
the rest of her body inside the car, which she managed to do after flashing
her blonde beaver to all the workmen that had crowded around to watch the
girl's struggles.

   Jenny finally righted herself in the car and sat on the cold car seat.
Her bare buns smarted from her spanking and she jumped a little and then
settled her bottom slowly down of the seat.  Holding herself in as many
strategic places as she could to hide from the leering eyes of the men who
had crowded around her car to peek in, but as Jenny squirmed in her seat
her body seemed to jiggle in the exact way they were all getting used to it
doing.

   Pamela Kirby came storming out of the trailer and threw Jenny's white
purse through the open window of her car where it came to rest on the
floorboard of the passenger side.  The men crowded around the windows to
see Jenny reach over the gearshift and bend down to get the purse,
delightfully exposing that rosy, pink bottom of hers to the men before
grabbing her keys and shoving them in with a turn.  The car screamed to
life and Jenny flew out of that parking lot in a dust cloud.

   When Jenny got home she jumped out of her car before she thought about
her lack of clothes!  But after an "eeek!" from the blonde and her hands
flashing over her nude body, trying to cover an impossible amount of flesh,
she ran to the front door and found it was locked, of course!  and she had
left the keys in the, oh, no!  the locked car!

   Jenny ran around the car in the driveway to hide from any traffic that
might drive by and was crouching with her infamous fanny sticking out when
Mr.  Lemon stood up from behind a hedge with his hose in his hands.  He
took one look at that cute, pink bottom and squeezed the nozzle as hard as
he felt.  The sudden jet of cold water hit Jenny right between the globes
of her exposed rear end, which sent her up into the air, her legs clamping
together and her arms spread wide she shrieked at the shock of it and came
down running.  Mr.  Lemon jumped the hedge and was relentlessly squirting
her big round bottom with the hose!  chasing after her as she jiggled
across the lawn in her high heels, holding her boobs and crying out,

   "Nooooo!  Please stop!  Eeeeeeek!  No, don't!  Aaaaaiiiee!  "Yikes!"



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   Jenny Is Blackmailed by Mustang Diamond

   You knew it had to happen.  With all of Jenny -(TM)s recent indecent
exposures, someone somewhere must have snapped a picture at an inopportune
time.

   Jenny fidgeted nervously as she awaited the next call from someone
claiming to have such a photo.  The mysterious voice had threatened to post
it on the Internet and email all of Jenny -(TM)s friends, if the demands
were not met.  Jenny had tried to explain that she wasn -(TM)t rich and
that she couldn -(TM)t afford to pay a ransom for a picture.

   But the voice had said,  -śOh, don -(TM)t worry -- it won -(TM)t be that
kind of blackmail.  I -(TM)ll be in touch. -ť It said and hung up.

   Now she tried to remember if any such demands had been made.  But to her
best recollection, she couldn -(TM)t remember any from the phone call.  All
of her nightmares about being naked in public were racing through her mind
as she tried to remember if anyone had taken any pictures of her, but all
she could remember was the embarrassment, her fear of being seen, or the
worrying she had done trying to figure a way our of each predicament.

   After several days of excruciating anxiety, Jenny got another call at
work.

    -śHello. -ť The voice said,  -śRemember me? -ť

    -śUh huh. -ť Said Jenny.

    -śMeet me at the Motel 9, on 5th and Vine, tonight at nine. -ť The
voice rhymed.

    -śUm. -ť Said Jenny.   -śHow do I know you actually have such a photo
or how bad it really is? -ť

    -śYou didn -(TM)t get my email? -ť replied the voice.

    -śWhat email? -ť asked Jenny.

    -śThe one I sent to your Yahoo!  account. -ť Said the voice.

    -śNo.  I don -(TM)t check it very often, -ť said Jenny, dread creeping
into her mind as she quickly logged on to check.

   Jenny checks her Yahoo!  Email account and remembers getting wet before
the party.

    -śYiiikes! -ť Jenny cried in a half strangled whisper.  She quickly
closed the file and looked around to see if anyone was looking at her
computer screen.

    -śI take it you got it okay? -ť asked the voice.

    -śYes. -ť Was all Jenny could say, but she remembered the incident
vividly.  The photo must have been taken at the party she attended after
getting soaked by the sprinkler system.  She remembered drying her dress in
her car -"and how it had shrunk -"but she had no idea how short it had
become.  Even with the image burning in her mind, she still couldn -(TM)t
believe it.  Jenny had tried -"in vain apparently -"to keep her knees
together after falling, but someone must have snapped a photo as she was
helped up.  All of Jenny -(TM)s assets were clearly exposed in the photo.

    -śFine.  Be there at nine.  And, Jenny? -ť the voice paused for effect,
 -śTry to be on time. -ť

    -śWhat -(TM)s with all the rhyming, -ť thought Jenny as she heard the
line click as it was disconnected on the other end.  Well there was now no
doubt she had to go through with this.  She had to keep that photo off the
web.   -śI can -(TM)t have it emailed to my friends, I -(TM)ll never live
it down.  How could I face them knowing there were no secrets between us?
-ť she thought to herself.

   She called her husband and told him she had a business appointment that
just came up and that she would be home late.   -śDon -(TM)t wait up for
me. -ť She said.

   Jenny worked late, then got a bite to eat, before going to the hotel as
directed.  She asked at the desk if there were any messages for her.  The
guy behind the counter checked and said she was to meet her client in Room
929 and that he was to give her a key and send her up.

   At room 929, Jenny took a deep breath and tried to slow her racing heart
down.  All this time, she never worried about any danger she might be
getting into, meeting some stranger in a hotel room.  Jenny just didn
-(TM)t think like that.

   She knocked on the door several times, but there was no answer.  
-śMaybe they -(TM)re late, -ť she thought.  And remembering she had a key,
opened the door.   -śHello?  Anyone here? -ť she called as she entered.  
-śGuess I -(TM)ll just have to wait, -ť she thought.

   Then the phone rang.

   Jenny jumped.  She wasn -(TM)t expecting a call and she wondered if she
should answer someone else -(TM)s phone.  But she thought it was whoever
had called her before.   -śMaybe they -(TM)re tied up, -ť she thought,
hopefully.  And so she answered the phone,  -śHello? -ť

    -śMe again. -ť The same voice said.   -śPut down the phone without
hanging up and go look in the closet. -ť

   Jenny did what she was told thinking,  -śThis is weird. -ť The closet
had a few items of clothing hanging neatly and a pair of very high-heeled
shoes.   -śThe voice must be female if those are its clothes. -ť She
thought walking back to the phone.   -śAre those your clothes? -ť she asked
innocently.

    -śHardly.  That is what you will wear tonight. -ť The voice said.

   Danger flags were going off in Jenny -(TM)s mind, but she tried to keep
her voice steady as she replied,  -śWhat -(TM)s wrong with the clothes I
-(TM)m wearing? -ť

    -śA business suit is fine for work, but your not going to be working
tonight.  Well, not exactly. -ť

    -śWhat do you mean:  -~not exactly -(TM)? -ť Jenny questioned.  She was
wondering how it knew she was wearing a suit.

    -śI mean, I won -(TM)t be paying you.  If you do as I say, you -(TM)ll
get your photo back, with the negatives of course. -ť

    -śI see. -ť Said Jenny.  She was starting to feel like a slave.   -śNow
what? -ť she asked unenthusiastically.

    -śIs that any kind of an attitude? -ť It replied.   -śTry asking if
there is anything you can do for me -"with a little enthusiasm. -ť

   Realizing her position, she tried again,  -śIs there anything I can do
for you? -ť She even put a little sexy lilt into it (well, as sexy as Jenny
gets intentionally, anyway).

    -śThat -(TM)s better.  Yes, as a matter of fact.  You can change into
the clothes provided. -ť It said.

   Jenny reluctantly took off her shoes, then her designer pant suit,
hanging it on the extra hangers in the closet.  Standing in her
conservative blouse, comfortable cotton panties and her knee high hose, she
felt as if she was being watched.  Looking around she couldn -(TM)t see the
carefully hidden digital video cameras.  As she changed clothes, the
blackmailer was watching and acquiring material for the future at the same
time.

   Jenny shrugged it off as paranoia and lifted the miniskirt and blouse
off the rack.   -śOh my, -ť she thought.  She would never have worn such an
outfit on her own and she started to get the idea of what the evening would
be like.  She took off her blouse and tried on the one provided.  It was
very nice, she had to admit.  Made of 100% silk the label said -"dry clean
only.  Once on, though, she was worried about the deep plunging neckline.
She was wearing her favorite bra, for once, but it showed in cleavage of
her ample CC breasts.  She tried to pull up the blouse on her shoulders,
but the neck was cut very loosely, and as she did one strap or the other
would show.

    -śOh, well, -ť she thought,  -śit -(TM)ll have to do.  At least the
blouse is white, the same as my bra, -ť she thought, trying to console
herself.

   Next she looked at the miniskirt.

    -śMy it -(TM)s short, -ť she thought.   -śI hope it -(TM)s my size. -ť

   Checking the label showed it was.  The skirt was made of leather and
again, Jenny found herself thinking it was very nice -"just not her style.

   The knee stockings wouldn -(TM)t work, so she pulled them off and was
about to pull on the skirt, when she saw a white garter belt and black hose
hanging on another hanger.

    -śI guess I have to put it all on, -ť she thought.  And with that, she
sat down on the edge of the bed to pull on the stockings -"silk, she
guessed, how nice.

   She was actually a little relieved about not having to show her bare
legs in such a short skirt.  She hadn -(TM)t been keeping up her tan, and
didn -(TM)t feel right about going without hose when wearing a dress or
skirt.  Especially a black one.  The shoes she had noticed were also black.


    -śDefinitely need stockings with my pale legs, -ť thought Jenny to
herself.

   She was a little shocked to see the stockings had a back seam and
started to wonder if she should go without stockings after all, but she
changed her mind and left them on, making sure the seams were straight at
least.

    -śIf Ashley can wear seamed stockings, so can I, -ť she said to herself
in way of encouragement.

   Next she put on the garter belt and hooked each stocking up carefully,
so she wouldn -(TM)t get a run.  Why she was so worried about a run at this
point is anyone -(TM)s guess -"but, that -(TM)s Jenny.  The stockings were
a little long on her legs and she had to take up the slack in the garters
one at a time until she was satisfied that they would hold the stockings up
without any embarrassing bunching.

   Standing, she looked in the mirror to be sure, she thought,  -śOh my. 
What have I gotten myself into this time? -ť

   Next she pulled on the skirt.  And found it was very tight -"and as
short as it had looked on the hanger.  She zipped it up the back and it fit
her like a second skin.  In the mirror, she could just see wear the tops of
her hose changed to a denser weave.  Subconsciously, she tugged at the hem
of her leather skirt, but it was so tight it wouldn -(TM)t budge.

   Jenny caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she was bent over
tugging on the hem and looked up.  Her bra was falling out of the blouse up
top and in back her skirt had ridden up showing the white garters.

    -śIt would have to be white, -ť Jenny thought.   -śA black garter belt
might not be so noticeable.  I -(TM)ll just have to be very careful in this
outfit, -ť she thought.

   She stood up straight and looked around as if someone was watching.  Her
loose blouse was too short to tuck in, but it was a good thing, because
there wasn -(TM)t any room for it inside the waistband of the skirt.

   The only things not belonging to Jenny in the closet were the high
heels.

    -śMaybe they won -(TM)t fit, -ť hoped Jenny.

   But as she slid her feet into one of them, it was a perfect fit.  She
took another last look in the mirror as she stood in the first shoe, and
noticed that at least the shoes made her legs stretch a little so that the
skirt covered the top of her hose.  But any bending or twisting made the
skirt slide up, exposing what to Jenny were unmentionable -"let alone
exposable.

   She tried to bend over to do up the straps that were meant to wrap
around her ankles, but the skirt was too tight to reach.  She tried to pick
the shoes up to try putting them on while sitting on the bed, but again
found it impossible to bend over in the tight miniskirt.  By lowering the
zipper, she found she could squat down to pick up the shoes.  Her
reflection in the mirror caused her to blush as she quickly straitened up.
Holding the skirt in place, she moved over to the bed and set them on it.
Then standing, she redid the zipper and repositioned her miniskirt for
maximum coverage of her long legs.

   As Jenny picked up the phone and put it to her ear, the voice on the
other end said,  -śEverything fit? -ť

   Jenny wondered how the peron knew she was back, but said,  -śYes.  But,
I can -(TM)t walk in these shoes, so I hope you don -(TM)t have plans to go
anywhere. -ť

    -śAre they the right size? -ť asked the voice, knowing they were.

    -śYes, but they -(TM)re way too high. -ť Complained Jenny.

    -śYou will have to manage.  Put them on. -ť It said.

   She sat on the edge of the bed to put them on -- when she thought out
loud,  -śHow do you know I don -(TM)t have them on? -ť

    -śLucky guess, but I have to be sure you put them on. -ť The voice
replied smoothly.

   Jenny -(TM)s skirt was so tight, she couldn -(TM)t bend over to lace up
her strappy high heeled shoes.

   Jenny had to unzip her miniskirt again to put on the shoes.  Bending
over rendered some beautiful footage up her skirt and down her blouse.

    -śI sure am glad I -(TM)m alone, -ť she thought as she tucked her bra
back into the loose blouse as best she could.

   Then standing, she re-zipped and arranged her skirt for maximum coverage
of her long legs.

   Back on the phone, she was about to say  -śNow what? -ť but caught
herself and as pleasantly as possible said,  -śNow what can I do for you?
-ť

    -śExcellent. -ť Said the voice.   -śTell me what you are wearing, -ť as
if it was still a mystery.

    -śWell.  The clothes you put in the closet. -ť Said Jenny.

    -śAnything else? -ť

    -śLike what? -ť she asked innocently.

    -śDid you remove your bra and panties? -ť asked the voice.

    -śAre you kidding? -ť replied a shocked Jenny.

    -śNo.  Do it now. -ť Demanded the voice.

    -śBut, this skirt is way too short and the blouse is way too loose and
low cut to go without underwear.  It will be hard enough keeping my undies
covered as it is. -ť

    -śTake them off, or I email the photo.  If I wanted you to wear a bra
or panties, I would have set one out. -ť The voice said.

   So Jenny did the trick of taking off her bra through the arm holes of
her loose blouse.  To remove her panties, she had to take off the skirt,
undo the garters and then re-do them before pulling on the skirt once
again.

   Once again, she asked,  -śWhat may I do for you now? -ť

    -śExcellent.  Now our evening may begin.  I want you to go as you are,
to the mall.  Wait for the payphone in front of Sears to ring at ten o
-(TM)clock, and answer it.  You will receive further instructions from
there. -ť

   Before Jenny could protest, the line went dead with a click.

    -śNo way. -ť Breathed Jenny.   -śNot the mall. -ť

   But she knew she had no choice if she wanted her picture back.  And that
was one picture she had to get back at all cost.

   So she gathered up her purse and double checked to make sure she had the
room key.  No way was she getting locked out with her clothes inside.  She
had been there before -"had she ever.

   She checked the hall to see if the coast was clear and then walked as
quickly as possible in her high heels and tight skirt to the elevator.  She
thought about taking the stairs to avoid anyone who might use the elevator,
but the thought of going down 9 flights of stairs was out of the question.
She couldn -(TM)t even reach her shoes to take them off, so she pressed the
call button and hoped no one was in the elevator when it opened.

   As the door opened, Jenny put one arm across her chest while holding the
strap of her purse on the opposite shoulder.  She hoped it looked natural
as she saw there were people already on the lift -"two men, actually. 
There conversation stopped as they got a look at the babe about to get on
the lift with them.  They were both hoping the elevator would get stuck on
the way down as they moved backward to let Jenny on.

    -śHello. -ť Said Jenny, trying to act normal.

    -śHiya, -ť said one of the businessmen, as Jenny turned to see if the
Lobby button was lit.

   The trip down seemed to take forever, to Jenny.  But the men wished it
would last all night as they stared up and down trying to memorize every
detail: Jenny -(TM)s long legs covered in black seamed hose, her tight rump
snug in her leather miniskirt, and -"although they looked hard enough to
burn a hole in Jenny -(TM)s blouse -"they couldn -(TM)t see any bra straps
or bumps.

    -śAmazing, -ť they silently thought.

   Jenny tried to stand as still as possible, for she knew that any false
movement would expose even more of her to the leering men behind her.  She
could feel her naked breasts pressing on her arm through the silk blouse
and hoped she would get to her car without incident.

    -śFinally, -ť Jenny thought as the door opened.  But, instead of the
lobby, the door had opened on the 5th floor.  Jenny couldn -(TM)t believe
all of the people waiting to get on.  She almost got off, but realized in
time that it was not the floor she wanted.  Instead, she had to move over
to make room for the crowd getting into the elevator.  One of the men who
had been standing behind her made sure to stay right behind her as the
crowd pushed into the elevator.  He could now enjoy her perfumed scent and
with any luck, might get pressed up against her.

    -śOh.  Sorry, -ť Jenny said as she backed into him.

    -śNo problem, -ť he managed to mumble as he felt her rear press against
him.

   The doors closed and Jenny seemed to bump and jostle against the others
the whole way to the Lobby.  The doors opened again, and the crowd
departed. No one seemed to notice as the man standing behind Jenny remained
on the lift and pressed  -ś9 -ť, muttering to himself,  -śCan -(TM)t expect
anything better to happen the rest of the night. -ť

   As Jenny made her way across the Lobby as discretely as possible,
everyone stopped to stare.  But usual, Jenny was too preoccupied to notice.
As Jenny approached the automatic door to the entrance breezeway, both
doors opened at once, as another guest was just entering from the outside.
A gust of wind blew through the open passage and Jenny automatically put
her free hand on her miniskirt to prevent it from lifting.

   As she felt the tight leather material she thought,  -śWell at least I
don -(TM)t have to worry about a little wind blowing my skirt up. -ť

   The guy approaching her took one look at her silk blouse blown tightly
across her impressive chest and his jaw dropped involuntarily.  Without a
bra, Jenny -(TM)s nipples had stiffened in the breeze and were threatening
to poke holes in her blouse.  Even Jenny noticed his stare, as he stopped
dead in his tracks to watch her approach.  Jenny had seen that look before,
and knew it meant something was showing.  She tried to act as if nothing
was wrong, but the process of elimination made her cross her arms across
her chest, nonchalantly tugging on her purse strap to make it look natural.

   She was doing such a good job of acting natural (well as natural as she
could in an outfit more suited to Ashley than herself), that she didn
-(TM)t notice the snow grating in the entranceway.  If you -(TM)re not from
the northern clime, snow grates are common in entranceways to let the snow
fall off your shoe into a pit below.  It eliminates the hassles associated
with shoveling and moping up the melted snow.

   As Jenny -(TM)s first high-heeled foot hit the grate, her heel slipped
into the mesh.  Jenny felt her foot sink three or four extra inches and had
that feeling you get when you miss a step on the stairs.  In just seconds,
she was way off balance.  She threw out her arms and tried to compensate by
taking a long step with her other foot, but her skirt was too tight.  Her
step came to a lurching stop as the leather miniskirt refused to budge. 
With both heels stuck it the grate, Jenny went sprawling, hands out in
front to break her inevitable fall.  Somehow during the fall she got
twisted around as one heel came free and the other one stayed in place. 
Jenny landed on her side, looking up at the guy who had stopped to admire
her as she passed.

   Needless to say, Jenny -(TM)s skirt wound up short of providing any
modesty, while her loose blouse had shifted enough to let one whole breast
hang out in the breeze.  She tried desperately to get herself covered up,
but knew it was hopeless while she was on the ground.  The man beside her
fussed over her to make sure she was okay.  Then he gallantly extended his
hands to help her up (wouldn -(TM)t you?).

   After straightening herself out, Jenny carefully tiptoed off the grate.
Fortunately, the only thing injured was her pride.

   Checking her watch, she said,  -śOh dear, I -(TM)d better hurry or I
-(TM)ll miss that call. -ť

   Jenny hustled over to where she had parked her husband -(TM)s pickup. 
As she opened the door, she regretted that today of all days, she had
swapped cars so that hers could be serviced.  There was just no easy way to
climb into a tall four wheel drive truck in a tight skirt.

   In an ordinary car, Jenny would have had to slide her butt in first and
then swing her legs in together due to the restrictive nature of her
leather miniskirt.  But the seat of the truck was too high for her to
reach, even in high heels.  And, she had another problem.  There were
people everywhere.

    -śThis skirt is just too short to wear stockings with, -ť she thought.
-śEvery time I get dressed up, I end up in some embarrassing situation. 
There is no way I can get into this truck dressed like this. -ť

   But of course she had to, so she looked around hoping for a break in the
foot traffic entering and leaving the hotel.  In order to step up into the
truck, she knew her skirt would hike up and she certainly didn -(TM)t want
to give a free show if she could help it.

    -śIt -(TM)s now or never, -ť she said to herself in the way of
encouragement.

   As she stepped up with her first foot, her tight skirt was forced to
ride up her thigh.  She kept one hand on the hem hoping to be able to keep
it down.  But in order to lift her foot up, she had to let it hike up to
have enough freedom of movement.  With one foot on the sill of the door she
could see the lacy edge of her stocking.  Glancing down she saw her other
leg was even worse -"the strap of her garter belt was below her hem -"and
the white lacy strap seemed to glow under the lights in the parking lot.

   Jenny -(TM)s tight leather mini rode up her thighs as she stepped up
into the truck.

   She was sure people were staring at her, but didn -(TM)t want to look
around to see.  She was already embarrassed.  As she stepped up, reaching
for the steering wheel to pull herself in, her miniskirt slid farther and
farther up her thighs, exposing more and more.  As she leaned forward and
pulled herself up, the back of her skirt rode up over her ass, exposing her
bare bottom.  Several hotel patrons had a perfect view and did a double
take as they stopped to watch.

   Jenny realized what was happening, but she had her hands on the wheel
pulling herself up into the truck.  Reached behind her to tug at her hem
might have caused her to fall out backwards.

   She slid herself in behind the wheel, whimpering,  -śI can -(TM)t
believe I -(TM)m not wearing any panties with this skirt, let alone
stockings!  How did I get into such a predicament? -ť

   As she closed the door, she breathed a sigh of relief.  Only then did
she look around to see if anyone had noticed her unladylike display.

   She let out a small gasp as she saw the small crowd that had gathered.
Even though she was out of their view, she tried to tug her skirt back over
her stockings, but it was no use.  The dress was just too short and tight
to sit down.

   Jenny fished her keys out of her purse and pressed in the clutch.  It
was at this point that she realized driving in such high heels was going to
be tricky.  She would have taken them off, but she was running late and she
doubted she could reach them without unzipping her skirt.  And past
experience ruled her reasoning when it came to undressing -"even partially
-"in public.

   It wasn -(TM)t until she managed to get the truck backed out and moving
out of the parking lot that she began to relax a little.

    -śAt least no one is watching me struggle with these heels on, -ť she
thought.  And once she hit the freeway and didn -(TM)t need to shift
anymore, she glanced at her watch thinking,  -śOh no, I -(TM)m going to be
late. -ť

   Unlike her friend Ashley, Jenny was under confident.  She really didn
-(TM)t believe it when Ashley told her men would wait for a good looking
woman.  Plus, she didn -(TM)t really believe she was all that attractive.
So, not wanting to be late, Jenny was driving a little too fast as she
passed a State Trouper with a radar gun hiding behind a bridge abutment.

    -śWell, well, -ť said Trouper Davis to himself as he spun the tires of
his Crown Victoria.   -śLooks like some redneck in a hurry. -ť

   Davis radioed in his hot pursuit as he hit 90 in the left lane, the
Crown Vic wining and sucking air as he relentlessly kept his foot on the
floorboard.  Davis took pleasure in sneaking up behind someone before
turning on all the red lights and floodlights.  He imagined his quarry
shaking like a rabbit as they saw the mighty patrol car in their rearview
mirrors.

    -śGotcha! -ť he squealed with delight as he flooded Jenny -(TM)s truck
with a dazzling area of lights.

   It never crossed his mind that it actually, more often than not, pissed
people off rather than scaring them.

    -śShit! -ť cried Jenny as she saw the red lights come on and looked at
her speedometer.  She took her foot off the gas pedal and thought,  -śMaybe
he -(TM)s after someone else. -ť

   But, no.  The police car stayed right behind her, so she pulled over
onto the shoulder.  Not wanting to get hit, she pulled well off the roadway
onto the soft shoulder.

   State Police Trouper Dan Davis slammed on his brakes and slid his car a
little sideways so that all the other mere peons on the road would be sure
to see his reflective State Patrol emblem emblazoned on the side of his
mighty Crown Vic.  Having already radioed in the perpetrators license
number, he grabbed his flashlight and baton and jumped out of his car so he
could see if the suspect was hiding anything at the last minute.  Often
times he would catch his prey pulling a radar detector off the dash, or in
some cases catch them tossing a bag of weed out the window.

   The frantic movements in the cab of the four-by-four, alerted him to
possible trouble.  Maybe even resistance to arrest!

   Drawing his sidearm, Davis called out,  -śPut your hands on the wheel
where I can see them! -ť

   As you might have guessed, Jenny was just trying to tug the hem of her
tight miniskirt down and make sure her blouse covered her ample bosom.  The
leather skirt was giving her the most trouble and she had just about given
up hoping the policeman wouldn -(TM)t be able to see over the window sill.
It never occurred to her to try and use her feminine charms to talk her way
out of a ticket.

   Hearing the officers command, Jenny froze and did as he said, putting
both hands on the wheel.

   Trouper Davis then called out,  -śOpen the door with your left hand. -ť

    -śWhat the  --? -ť Jenny thought, trying to see what the officer was
doing.

   But, the bright spotlights prevented her from seeing anything.  So she
complied and opened the door with her left hand.

   At this point, Trouper Dan could see clearly what he was up against and
he let out a,  -śHolly shit, -ť under his breath, just as the radio on his
utility belt squawked.  Returning his Smith and Wesson police revolver to
his holster, he answered the radio with the mike attached to his shoulder.
He turned the volume down, so only he could hear that the license had come
up clean.

   Not wanting to pass up a chance to check out this blonde babe more
closely, he radioed back for the dispatch to get him his buddy, I mean
fellow officer, Joe Dulton.  He knew it might take a little time, but he
wanted to be sure he had a witness.  A story like this was often disputed
around the lockers and Davis didn -(TM)t like to be called a liar.

   To Jenny he said,  -śStep out of the vehicle, Ma -(TM)am. -ť

    -śIs this really necessary, -ť said Jenny, desperately trying to think
of an excuse to stay put, while visions of her climbing in and out of the
truck while the officer watched raced trough her mind.   -śI -(TM)m in kind
of a hurry. -ť

    -śObviously. -ť Said the cop.   -śIt -(TM)s routine police procedure, I
assure you.  Please get out. -ť

   Jenny tried to hold the hem of her rucked up miniskirt, but it was
already well above her garters.  As she swung her legs around, she was
careful to keep her knees tightly together.  She thought the best way to
get down, under the circumstances, was to slid off the seat with both feet
and knees together.  But, it was a long way down.  Jenny was afraid she
might fall, and knew from recent experience to avoid ending up on the
ground in this outfit.  She scooted as far as she dared to the edge of the
seat, but it was still too far of a drop for her.  All her efforts got her
was that her skirt hitched up farther and farther.

   Afraid of exposing too much, Jenny gave a tug at her hem and said
without thinking,  -śI can -(TM)t get down. -ť

   In response, Officer Davis said to Jenny,  -śOf course you can get down.
You got in, didn -(TM)t you? -ť

   Jenny didn -(TM)t want to elaborate on how she got into the truck, so
instead she said,  -śYes. -ť And then proceeded to step down, one leg at a
time.

   State Trouper Davis did as he was trained to do -"keep the light on the
subject.  Once again, without thinking he praised the procedures and
training of the police academy.  Following the procedure by the letter,
Davis watched his subject intently of any false moves.  Jenny made plenty
as her miniskirt rode all the way up her thighs, confirming that she is
indeed a natural blonde.  Then as she leaned over to pull it back into
place, Davis had to do some fancy flash lighting to keep an eye first on
Jenny -(TM)s rising hem line and then down her blouse as she tried to
straighten herself out.

   Jenny had to tip toe across the soft sandy shoulder onto the pavement.

   The cool air was compensating for the flush of heat Jenny felt from her
embarrassment.  When it appeared she had her clothing settled, Davis asked
the natural question:  -śDo you know why I stopped you, Ma -(TM)am? -ť

    -śI suppose I must have been speeding. -ť Jenny replied.

    -śClocked you doing 65 in a 55 just under the bridge back there. -ť
Officer Davis said.

   Jenny was thinking,  -śSo that -(TM)s where he was hiding -"65 in a 55,
is that all? -ť But said,  -śOh dear, I didn -(TM)t realize I was going
that fast. -ť

    -śHave you been drinking Ma -(TM)am? -ť

    -śNo, sir! -ť Jenny said, slightly annoyed that he would even think
such a thing.

    -śWell, we -(TM)ll just have to be sure now won -(TM)t we. -ť

    -śWhat does he mean by that? -ť thought Jenny.

   But before she could object, the officer said,  -śWalk in front of my
car and stand on the yellow line. -ť

   The police cruiser was angled so that the headlights shone on the fog
line at the edge of the shoulder.  Jenny wiggled and jiggled her way over
to where he indicated and turned on her heel to face him.

    -śPerfect.  Now, lean back and put your arms our straight.  That -(TM)s
it.  Look straight up. -ť

   At this point, Jenny -(TM)s brief blouse was stretched tight across her
chest and her trim belly was exposed as it had also ridden up in front. 
Davis kept his light strategically focused alert for any slips.

    -śNow touch your nose with your right index finger.  Fine, now your
left.  Good. -ť Jenny was a little wobbly on her high heels, but she did
just fine.

    -śNow with your arms our straight, I want you to walk heel-to-toe down
the yellow line. -ť

   Jenny knew it would do no good to protest.  So far it had gotten her no
where.  As she tried to walk the line, her heels gave her trouble and she
kept stepping off the line to keep from falling.

    -śI -(TM)m not drunk.  It -(TM)s these heels -"they -(TM)re too hard to
walk in. -ť Jenny tried to explain.

    -śWell, you can take them off, if you wish. -ť Said the cop.

    -śGreat, me and my big mouth, -ť thought Jenny.   -śCould you undo the
buckles for me?  I can -(TM)t reach. -ť

    -śHow on earth did you get dressed? -ť Asked the officer.   -śI think I
-(TM)m going to have to write you up for DWI.  Not  -~driving while
intoxicated, -(TM) but  -~driving while impaired. -(TM) I don -(TM)t think
I have ever seen a woman more helpless while she was fully dressed.  Come
on back to the cruiser, and I -(TM)ll just give you a Breathalyzer. -ť

    -śOh, thank you. -ť Said Jenny.

   Just then, Officer Dulton arrived.  He too parked diagonally at the side
of the road and switched on all of his emergency lights.  He took a second
to set the running yellow lights to indicate that motorists should pass on
the left, and then he grabbed his flashlight out of the charger and his
baton.  Shoving his baton into his utility belt, followed by a quick jerk
to hoist his pants back over his rear (all that equipment was weighing him
down), Dalton radioed in to dispatch that he would be providing backup as
requested.  He quickly aligned his flashlight as he appraised the
situation.

    -śJust about to give her a Breathalyzer, Dalton. -ť Said Davis.

    -śDid she fail the mobility tests? -ť Questioned Dalton.

    -śWell, sort of.  She -(TM)s definitely mobility impaired; but, it
-(TM)s probably due to her shoes.  I don -(TM)t think she -(TM)s drunk. -ť
Davis replied.

   Then to Jenny he said,  -śhave a seat in the cruiser, Ma -(TM)am.  The
Breathalyzer is in the front. -ť

   He then led Jenny around to the passenger side of his car.  Dalton
followed watching Jenny -(TM)s legs and rear end intently as she tiptoed
through the soft sand.

   Davis opened the door and held it for Jenny to get in.  Jenny sat down
rear first, holding on to the hem of her short miniskirt.  Dalton started
to understand his role as  -śbackup -ť and Davis gave him a quick wink,
confirming it.  They both watched as Jenny swung her legs in, lifting her
heels over the doorsill.  Jenny blushed, knowing her garters were showing,
but she didn -(TM)t realize that with their flashlights, the two officers
had a clear shot up her dress.  Dalton could now substantiate Davis -(TM)
assertion that the blonde in question was indeed a natural one at that. 
Tugging on the hem did little, so Jenny decided to grin and bear it.

   The Breathalyzer came back negative, but Jenny had no way of knowing
this fact.  The officers kept a poker face and Davis said,  -śCan we see
your license and registration? -ť

    -śSure, -ť said Jenny as she instinctively reached for her purse.  And
then she remembered it was on the seat in the truck.   -śUm.  It -(TM)s in
my purse in the truck. -ť

    -śOkay, let -(TM)s go get it. -ť Dalton said.

   So they watched again, as Jenny swung her long legs out of the car and
pulled herself onto her feet.  Dalton took a peek down her loose blouse,
while Davis helped himself to another free show up her skirt.  Then they
followed as she tiptoed back to the shoulder.  The sand was really hard to
walk through in her heels and she was glad to be back on the pavement.

   At the truck, Jenny knew she had no choice but to climb on up and get
her purse off the seat and the registration out of the glove box.  But she
thought that they might just give her a break and let her get on with her
trip to the mall.  Somehow they seemed a little friendlier.

    -śProbably because the Breathalyzer showed I -(TM)m not drunk, -ť she
thought.

   Jenny tried to climb in quickly to prevent any allusion that she was
intentionally trying to flash these officers -"she didn -(TM)t want them to
think she was that kind of girl.  But as before, she found her leather
skirt too restrictive to step up without hitching it up first.  So she gave
it a quick hitch and climbed up quickly, bouncing onto the seat.  As the
cool seat hit her warm rear end, Jenny realized she must have flashed her
naked fanny in the process.  She tried to pull her skirt down, but it was
too tight.  She dug her license out of her purse and handed it down to
Davis and then turned to open the glove box.  Since she had to lean over to
reach it, the cops didn -(TM)t even look at the license.  After Jenny
handed them the registration, they went back to their cars to consult.

    -śCan you believe this? -ť asked Davis.

    -śMan, good thing you called me for backup.  I owe you one for sure. -ť
Said Dalton.

    -śYeah, but I figured no one would believe it otherwise.  Guess we got
to let her go, huh. -ť

    -śToo bad. -ť

   Walking back to Jenny -(TM)s truck they told her to be more careful in
the future and to stick to the speed limit.

    -śThank you officers. -ť Said Jenny.  And with that, she was on her
way.

   Meanwhile, Davis and Dalton found their cruisers were both stuck in the
soft sand and had to call a tow truck.  Later in the locker room, their
Jenny tale was eclipsed by the ribbing they received about getting stuck.

   At the mall -"finally -"Jenny debated about where to park.  Parking
close, she wouldn -(TM)t have to walk so far in her high heels, but the
risk of being seen getting in and out of her truck was a lot higher.  So
she decided to park out of the way on the far side of the lot.

   By the time she made it to the entrance, she was too tired to care about
the whistling and honking.  Once inside she made her way to the payphones.
While she waited for the phone to ring, she almost sat on a bench to rest
her feet.  But she remembered how short her dress was and decided she
should stand.

   When the phone rang, Jenny hesitated.   -śWhat if it -(TM)s not for me?
-ť she thought.  But on the third ring she picked it up and said,  -śHello?
-ť

    -śWhat took you so long? -ť asked the voice.

    -śYou wouldn -(TM)t believe it if I told you. -ť She replied.   -śNow
can I have my picture back, please? -ť

   Actually, Jenny had been followed all evening and all of her troubles
had been caught on film by a digital camcorder.   -śI -(TM)ll tell you
what. Since you have been through quite a bit more than I bargained for, I
-(TM)ll only ask you to do one thing. -ť Said the voice,  -śAnd then I will
send you the negatives. -ť

    -śWhat?, -ť asked Jenny and then added quickly:  -ścan I do for you? -ť

    -śYou catch on quick.  Go into the shoe store across the way and try on
a pair of shoes. -ť

    -śNo way!  I can -(TM)t do that dressed like this! -ť

    -śWell then you -(TM)ve come a long way to fail, haven -(TM)t you? -ť

    -śAll right, but you promise you will send the negatives? -ť

    -śYes. -ť

    -śOkay.  Here I go. -ť And she hung up.

   As Jenny entered the shoe store, the salesman just about dropped dead. 
-śNo way does something like this happen in real life, -ť he thought.  But
he hoped she was really about to try on some shoes and went over to see if
she needed any help, just in case.

    -śCan I help you Ma -(TM)am? -ť he said in his most gracious tone.

    -śI think so. -ť Said Jenny trying hard not to think about what she was
doing.   -śJust have to do this once to get back the picture, -ť she
thought to herself.  And then continued by saying:  -śDo you have any black
pumps that would match my dress? -ť

    -śI sure do, what size? -ť

    -śSize 6, if you have them. -ť Jenny said.

    -śHave a seat and I -(TM)ll be back in a jiffy. -ť Said the salesman as
he practically ran to the stockroom.  On the way he flipped the lock on the
door and turned his sign that said  -śBACK IN 10 MINUTES -ť.

   Jenny sat on the bench and tried in vain to tug her tight miniskirt down
over her garters.   -śWell if I keep my knees together, it -(TM)ll be all
right, -ť she thought.

   The salesman returned with several boxes and a big grin.

    -śI only have to try on one pair, -ť thought Jenny as she forced a
smile and tried to act natural.

   He set the boxes down and scooted a stool with a foot ramp on it in
front of his customer.

    -śPut one of your feet up here and I -(TM)ll check the size. -ť He
pulled out a foot size measurer and looked at Jenny -(TM)s stockings and
garters while he waited expectantly.

    -śOh, you don -(TM)t have to bother measuring, I -(TM)m sure they
-(TM)ll fit. -ť She said with a little giggle and a lot of wiggle.

    -śSure, do you want me to take off your shoes, or would you rather do
it yourself? -ť he asked with a tinge of disappointment in his voice.

    -śThanks, I think I can manage. -ť

   Not wanting to lift her feet onto the foot rest and give the guy a free
show of anything more than she had to, she leaned over to undo the straps.
But she had forgotten about the tight skirt, and came up short.  But not
short enough to prevent the salesman from looking down her blouse.

    -śMaybe I do need some help, -ť she said.

    -śNo problem.  Just put one of your feet up here. -ť He said,
indicating the stool.

   Jenny reluctantly lifted a foot onto the stool and tried not to think
about the fact that she wasn -(TM)t wearing any underwear.  The salesman
nearly fell of the stool, but somehow he managed to take Jenny -(TM)s shoe
off.  Still holding onto her calf, he pulled a shoe out of the first box
and slid it on.  Jenny was too embarrassed to even notice the shoe. 
Repeating the process for the other foot, the salesman was sorry it was
over so quickly.

    -śDo you want to walk around to see how they fit? -ť he asked her.

    -śOh.  Yeah. -ť She said, getting up and tugging her skirt down in
relief.   -śThere fine, I -(TM)ll take them. -ť She said quickly, ready to
get out of there as quickly as possible.

    -śDo you want to put these back on? -ť he asked holding up her shoes.

    -śNo.  I -(TM)ll wear these. -ť Jenny said hastily.

   After putting her shoes in the box the new ones had come in, he rang up
the sale and Jenny was out of there.

   As Jenny struggled back across the mall it dawned on her new shoes were
difficult, at best, to walk in.  Taking a look at them for the first time,
she saw they were slides with at least a four inch heel.  She almost
stepped right out of them several times in her haste to get out of the
public eyes, or eyes as it were.

   Back at the truck, she was dreading once again climbing up in her brief
outfit.  Instead, she found that once again, she had locked herself out of
her vehicle.  At this point, she simply decided to leave it there and call
a cab -"something she should have done earlier in the evening, she thought.


   The cab driver jumped out and in a flash was around to open the door for
his fare.  And with a great deal of flash, Jenny provided him with the best
tip of the year.  After adjusting the rearview mirror, he took his time
taking her home.  There, he was rewarded once again and even waved the fare
for her.



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   Jenny Takes A Drive by OOgler

   The cool air from the air conditioning vent below the steering wheel
felt refreshing blowing between Jenny's legs, and she parted them slightly,
confident that she was covered up sufficiently.  She checked, just to be
sure, and looking down she saw her buttoned up sundress, stretched taunt
between her separated knees, and all the buttons she could see were firmly
buttoned in place, why, only her dimpled knees and shapely leg below were
visible, that she could see...

   What Jenny couldn't see was that the top three buttons at the waist of
the skirt were forgotten in the buttoning process this morning and caused
the dress to flap open right over where her thin, white panties snugly
encased her pubis, actually outlining the folds of her sex.  Jenny couldn't
see it because she was sitting in the drivers seat of her little hatchback
driving down the interstate, and because her 38DD breasts defy gravity and
generally obscure her view of any events taking place directly below them.
She had on a light, short summer coat which, when buttoned, stretched
across those beautiful breasts enough to cover them.  But that cool air
felt good and she decided to unbutton the coat and let the air get to her
top half, at the exact same time as a highway patrol motorcycle officer
pulled alongside to see why this lady swerved her car a little while back
there.

   As he flies along beside her on his bike, the officer glances in the
hatchback and sees Jenny, who is in the process of unbuttoning her coat,
one button at a time, slowly, until she reaches the last one at the base of
her breasts.  When she releases her bosom from that last button, they
spring forward, out of the coat and wobble slightly.  The top of her
sundress is held on by thin straps and and stretches tight across the lower
half of her breasts, covering the nipple and most of the aeriole, but
having the effect of thrusting those pale, round breasts upward and mashing
them together enough to make a deep cleavage.

   Jenny took a worried look downward to make sure she was decently covered
up and then looked to the side at the highway patrolman staring right at
her, with an immense grin on his face!  She smiled back with an embarrassed
innocence, and gave a little wave.  He had enjoyed the show for the whole
unbuttoning and could not believe the unintentional panty flash she was
giving due to those forgotten ones by her waist!  He stared in wonder at
those perfect boobs, looking bright and golden in the sunlight, and then
down at her panty encased bush, and just gave a little wave, smiling back.
He let his motorcycle drop back behind her car and he braked enough to
lower his speed so that he could be missed and forgotten by Jenny.  But he
wasn't going to miss this show!

   Jenny drove on and did forget about the cute policeman, humming to
herself and not aware of the astounding effect she was having on interstate
trucking!  especially on this interstate!  It only took a couple of horny
truck drivers to look down from their cabs, where they could see down
through her car's passenger side window and view the entire length of
Jenny's body from the neck down.  And what they could see was the sexy
little arched feet by the pedals, in white high-heeled pumps leading up to
golden-tanned, smooth legs and cute, little dimpled knees.

   Her skirt was stretched tightly by her spread knees, as she was
undoubtedly getting what truckers call a "blowjob"--when women direct the
air conditioning vents to blow up their skirt---but because she was sitting
on most of the dress it was also tight at the waist and this forced open a
diamond-shaped hole right where three buttons had not been buttoned.  And
that rewarded them with a great view of the top of her smooth legs where
they met her sex mound, and because these panties had been washed too many
times and were getting thinner and thinner, they became a little
transparent when they had direct sunlight on them, which was often in this
case, as the sun slanted down into her car at an angle that invariably
"spotlighted" her lap enough times that more than one trucker instinctively
grabbed himself along that stretch of highway.

   Her bushy pubic hair appeared yellowish beneath the white nylon, and
below that her panties had insinuated themselves into the folds of her pink
labia and the panty material seemed to outline and expose everything.  A
little bit of belly skin showed above the top of her exposed panties and
then the buttons of her dress resumed their march up her body, where they
had to hang upside down a bit following the line up the undersides of her
substantial bosom.  Then they peeked out from tight, stretched out material
that was doing it's best to bring the dress together at about nipple
height. Considerable holes, left between the buttons, showed soft breast
skin, but above that it was heaven!

   Jenny's dress coat had fallen back at the sides to accommodate her
voluptuous chest and the dress seemed to tighten, right at the nipple line,
so that the browner skin surrounding each nipple in an almost complete
circle showed at the top of each breast.  Since Jenny had that light summer
coat to go with the dress, she saw no need to wear a bra, and the cool
breeze from the air conditioner had stimulated her nipples to the point
that they prominently poked out the material below the top of her dress.

   Her breasts were a little squished together by the tight buttoning at
the top, which caused a deep cleavage that practically ran up to the base
of her throat, and her dress straps had slid down, even in her coat, and
lay down and to the sides, disappearing into her sleeves.  Her soft, golden
mounds of tit-flesh sat upright and expansive, glowing in the sunlight, and
jiggling with the bumps in the road.  The car roof obscured her face from
the truckers, so she never saw the leering, or heard the lip smacking and
soft whistles from the aroused truck drivers.  But in between stroking
themselves frantically, a few had alerted other truckers on the interstate
via CB.  They either slowed down or sped up to reach the developing convoy,
pulling into the slow lane in a line, jockeying good naturedly over the CB,
until it was their tun to pull ahead and see the stunningly exposed girl in
the hatchback.

   Jenny was getting tired of driving and felt she needed to stop somewhere
and get a cool drink.  She noticed a sign that said "rest stop ahead", so
she slowed and pulled over into the exiting lane, (as soon as that big
truck goes by!)...  and pulled off the interstate at the rest stop exit. 
She hadn't noticed that a number of big rigs pulled off behind her at the
same exit and were parking all around her little hatchback.  Jenny sat back
in her seat and sighed.  She turned off her engine and set her hands in her
lap, where she felt bare skin and the nylon of her panties!

   Ohmygosh!  thought Jenny, I must have forgotten to button up there!  So
she fumbled with her buttons down at her waist and grabbed her purse from
the passenger seat.

   Jenny's exit from the car had everybody's attention, and when she swung
her door open and stretched her pretty little feet out in those sexy white
pumps, all eyes were peeled on her long smooth legs as they came into view.
The movement of sliding forward served also to slide Jenny's dress up her
thighs, and completely off her soft, pantied bottom in the back, and then
two things happened!

   The back hem of her dress caught on the latch below her seat, and the
thin strip of panty material on the side that held the front and back
panels together hooked on her seat belt clasp At that moment Jenny looked
down at the ground and saw the pointed tips of her white heels touch it, so
she grabbed the door frame with either hand and pulled herself along the
seat, the sundress riding up to just above the mound of thin, white nylon
that covered her sex.

   The elastic around the waist of her panties did not break, but the
stretching had effectively made them at least 2 sizes too large at the
waistband, and she would have difficulty keeping them up.  With her thighs
together at her knees, and the rest of her legs splayed out, with arching
foot and pointed toe, in a knock-kneed fashion, Jenny blushed and hoped
that no one was looking!

   She pulled herself forward and up as soon as she found purchase beneath
her high heels, the sun shone brightly down on the bouncing, golden globes
of those magnificent breasts...  because she had forgotten to rebutton her
dress coat.

   Her skirt went back down as soon as she had stood up, but not before a
number of the nearby truckers had seen that outstanding panty flash!  And
they continued to leer at the busty blonde, whose beautiful breasts seemed
to pop out of the front of her dress, as she stood and straightened her
skirt modestly.

   Jenny felt the tug in back of her of snagged hem and reached back to
pull it free, then she swept the skirt of her dress out of the car and
slammed the door.  Walking bristly to the back of her hatchback had those
boobs bouncing up and down to the staccato click of her high heels on the
pavement.  She shifted her purse to her left side and reached out to open
the hatch and get out her sunglasses, which she had packed in her overnight
bag.  When Jenny pulled that door up, she left her hand idly on the hatch
handle high above her head for a moment as she looked inside and tried to
find her case amidst all her luggage.

   The wind blew under the car from the front and came blowing out and up
as it exited the back of the car, and it blew Jenny's sundress up to about
waist level, fanning out all around it's circumference, like an open
umbrella.  And then it began to flap up and down at different places, but
always staying above the waist of the busty blonde.  A number of truck
drivers had come out of their rigs by this point and stood in a group,
smoking and staring at Jenny.

   Her cheeks burst into a furious blush as she heard the catcalls and
whistles from the men, but she somehow seemed frozen in place, with her
hand above her, gripping the handle of her raised hatchback, her other
clutching the straps of her white purse, and the sun shone down on those
thin, white panties making them virtually transparent.  So she stood for a
second like that, with her long, curvy bare legs spread slightly, and her
toes pointed outward on either side in opposite directions.  Her legs had
no bend at the knee, and by stretching out like that every curving muscle
along the back of her smooth legs seemed to show...  but the two white
globes of her ass, which stood up at a jaunty angle, were the icing on the
cake!

   Her ass crack appeared as a dark crease vertically up the back of her
nearly transparent panties, which to Jenny's consternation, seemed to be
sagging a little at the top!  She started to shake at her bottom, at least
that's where the jiggling was the most evident, and as her panic of
embarrassment set in she began bringing one leg up and then another in a
rapid dance in place.

   Jenny was furiously trying to hide the top of her exposed pubic hair, as
she felt the wind blowing freely through those hairs and she realized that
her panties were dipping dangerously low in the front.  They were doing the
same thing in the back, as they eased down her bum halfway, exposing the
top, shelf-like cheeks of her bottom and her ass crack ( as well as those
two cute dimples on her hips above her cheeks).

   This frantic dance was Jenny's panicked attempt at lifting alternate
thighs to try to hide her snatch from view.  It only worked to shake the
panty down and off her butt cheeks, where it stopped just below, setting
them off with a lacy border below the wiggling rump.  You could swear that
the pale moons of her bottom began turning a bright pink in embarrassment.

   When Jenny finally came to her senses she released the handle of the
hatchback and batted her dress down in the back.  She shoved the hand with
her purse to her crotch, holding her dress down in front, so as not to
expose any more bush than she already had!

   She still had a battle on her hands though as the wind picked up and
kept exposing bits of Jenny.  She especially sought to hold it down it
front as she felt those panties drooping down the front of her thighs!  But
she eventually tucked enough of the skirt part of her dress between her
thighs in front and it stretched taunt across her bottom and the backs of
her legs.  It trapped the panty from falling any further, but the tight
material just outlined it against the back of her thighs.  And no visible
panty line could be seen, you can be sure it would have been found by the
crowd around her, whose eyes were almost exclusively on the girl's behind.

   It ached to be squeezed!

   And then she leaned over further into the back of her car, stretching
that thin cotton fabric tighter across her butt, and while it squeezed her
ass globes together it formed them into a round, bulging heart shape, with
a vertical indentation as the seam ran up the back of her bottom.  She
decided on the spot that it was just too windy for this sundress and she
better change, so she reached over and grabbed the blue bag she knew she
had packed with some casual clothes.  Jenny heard a "ping!" noise and felt
a sharp sting on her left buttock.

   "EEEK!" Jenny squeaked and snapped upright, whipping a hand around to
her plump bottom to cup the site of the sting!  Without actually turning
around, and with one hand on her buttock and the other stretched out and
holding a sky blue bag and her dangling white purse, Jenny strained her
neck around so that she could look down at her bottom over her shoulder. 
This caused her hips to tilt forward, and her tits to bulge forward in her
dress.  With that cute, surprised look on her face, that "Oh!" shaped mouth
and wide eyes, it was worth a snapshot had anyone a camera.

   What had happened was that a lecherous truck driver had snapped a thick
rubber band directly on her butt cheek from about a foot away!  A number of
the men laughed and clapped when it bounced off that cute behind in the
taunt skirt!  And some were still clapping and grinning at the blonde
twisting around and trying to look down at her ass, while she cupped a
cheek!  Jenny became aware of this and reddened with embarrassment.

   She turned around quickly, shaking her bosom in the process and let go
of her ass so that she could try and at least pull one side of her dress
coat across a breast.  Then she grabbed a handful of dress with the same
hand she held the handles of her bag and purse.  She managed this maneuver
to ensure her modesty.  And she wiggled by the staring men toward the soda
machine and bathroom...  and ESCAPE from this humiliating experience!

   She tapped along on her high-heels, along a walkway leading to the
central building, which had a smooth metal railing along it to hold if you
chose.  She then minced up the steps, hips swaying this way and that, and
as she took each step, each round buttock swelled and rolled, then settled
back with a rotating motion.  She didn't want to let go of the side of her
dress and reach for the bannister for fear the swirling wind would lift her
dress again!  The men straggled along behind Jenny, eyes fixed hypnotically
on her rear end.  And they all stood transfixed at the bottom of the short
stairway, marveling at the liquid-like movement of that magnificent bottom
as it ascended the steps!

   When Jenny reached the soda machine, with her audience fast behind her,
she let go of the hem of her skirt, "the wind wasn't too bad right here"
she thought.  And since she was facing away from everyone she let go of her
dress coat and, lifting her purse, fumbled with the latch to get inside to
the change pocket.

   Suddenly the drivers were treated to the sight of Jenny cocking her hip
suggestively out to the side, and then a swivel, and her other hip shot out
to the other side!  No, our Jenny would never "bump and grind" for
anyone...but in this case she was reacting to the fact that her panties had
slipped down to her knees!  and if she didn't do something quick she would
lose them completely!

   Not wanting anyone to know this prevented poor Jenny from outright
grabbing them and pulling them up, so she tried these wild, hip-swinging
gyrations in a losing battle with gravity.  The drivers behind her didn't
care what the blonde was doing, they just didn't want it to stop!  But it
did stop as a whisk of nylon falling down Jenny's legs announced the
ultimate panty drop, and there was no mistaking that bundle of white nylon
puddled around those sexy white heels!  Claps and hoots erupted from the
men as Jenny felt her cheeks get hot.

   She scooted around to face them so she wouldn't have to bend down and
point what they all knew was a bare bottom at them underneath her light,
cotton sundress.  Blushing with absolute innocence, Jenny demurely reached
down and took hold of the panties, as she daintily lifted one sexy foot at
a time, easing her white pumps out the leg holes, she CERTAINLY wasn't
wasn't going to pull them back on in front of these leering men!  And
gravity came in to play once more, as Jenny's quivering breasts popped out
of the top of her dress from the forward bend.

   Her eyes bugged out and she shrieked as she suddenly took an involuntary
step, catching the pointy 4 inch heel of her pumps on her panties as she
tried to extract her foot, pulling them taunt and tripping over them in a
rapidly escalating little dance to get them off her feet and be able to use
her hands to cover her breasts!

   She toppled forward and fell on to the pavement in front of the truck
drivers.  She felt the cold pavement on her nipples as her boobs lay mashed
against it, bulging out all around her.  Her arms were spread wide, though
she still held tightly to the bag and purse.  Thankfully her legs were
together as her high heels had come together where they were still
entangled in her white panties.

   Her dress, however, had come to rest on her back, and as Jenny shook her
head, regaining her composure, her plump, round bottom sat there behind
her, exposed to the elements and the lustful stares of the truck drivers,
who had surrounded Jenny's prone figure by now, having rushed forward when
they saw those bouncing boobs swinging towards them.  She pulled herself up
on her hands, instinctively getting her tender nipples away from that cold
pavement, which brought her breasts into glorious view, with those two
pointy and swollen nipples sticking out in reaction to the cold.

   Jenny looked up at the men, and then followed their gaze down and behind
her and saw her bare bottom!  She shrieked!  and in a panic gave a series
of scissor kicks with her legs, restricted as they were for the moment with
her panties wrapped around her high heels, her leg movements, though fast,
were very limited and only served to get her blushing bottom jiggling. 
Sharp whistles and hooting could be heard from the truck drivers as they
watched that beautiful behind wiggle with the girl's panicked movements.

   A driver stepped forward and bent down at her feet and pulled the
panties off her kicking high heels, which sent one heel shooting straight
up, with a pointy toe reaching for the sky.  As her panicky kicks were free
of restriction, they watched a moment longer as Jenny kicked some more,
whipping her legs back over her thighs, her foot arched in those sexy white
heels, and her pink fanny reacting with a shaking motion!

   It dawned on Jenny that her legs were free and she should try to stand,
when two men grabbed her arms at the elbows and tried to help pull her up.
They got her to her knees but she was still bent a little at the waist and
her dress did not fall down off her back.  She looked up at the helpful men
with an embarrassed smile as they asked if she was all right, but one look
at those tremendous tits with the pert nipples jutting out in front of them
answered their question to their satisfaction!

   As they helped Jenny the rest of the way to her feet, the driver on one
side of her got the idea to take the back hem of her dress and coax it up
and through the little fake belt that hung at the back of her coat, and
through the busied movements involved in bringing the young blonde upright,
he used his left hand to pull more material through the loop of the belt,
so that the excess flopped out in a bunch out of the belt behind her.

   Chanting "Ohmygod!  Ohmygod!  Ohmygod!" Jenny pulled her arms away from
the men holding them and used her free hand to cup the opposite breast at
the nipple, folding her encircling arm over the nipple of the other breast
and started clicking those heels in a fast step towards the women's
restroom.

   Jenny heard clapping and catcalls behind her as the men watched her
bare, wiggling bottom flex and roll and jiggle innocently behind her as she
trotted off.  Just as she was reaching the door, her purse slipped from her
grasp and she stopped to bend over and retrieve it.  Holding her legs
together tightly as she remembered she had lost those panties somewhere,
("Where did they go?" she thought) she bent at the waist, as only the
innocent Jenny could, and stretched her arm, and upper body downward to
pick up the purse.

   As she reached completely down, a cheer erupted from the crowd and a
piercing whistle rang through the air!  It was an astounding mooning, as
Jenny's sweet, round bottom spread and the cheeks separated enough for her
pink lips to pop out the back under those beautiful globes, her little
puckered asshole briefly peeked out between her bottom cheeks as well and
she would have died in embarrassment if she knew anyone had had such an
intimate view.  She came up quickly in reaction to the enthusiastic
response she created, but couldn't think why, and bustled into the restroom
to change.

   Jenny went into a stall in the rest room, removed her coat, and quickly
began unbuttoning her sundress.  She draped both articles of clothing over
the stall door and shivered in her nakedness.  As she set the blue bag on
the closed lid of the toilet seat and began rummaging around in it, Jenny
heard footsteps enter through the door and across the tiles of the floor.

   She heard a "whoosh!", and quickly turned around in time to see her
clothes disappear over the top of the stall door and hear the retreating
footsteps fade out the restroom door.

   "Good Golly!" thought Jenny "MY CLOTHES!!!"

   She kept repeating "Ohmygosh!" as she nervously took frantic little
steps in place, her arms and hands instinctively trying to hide her
beautiful naked body!

   "I'd better get dressed before someone sees me!" she said out loud and
searched through the bag until she found some clothes, which she pulled out
and examined.

   "Is this all I packed in this bag?" she asked herself distractedly, as
she held up a straight white skirt and a small white cotton T-shirt that
had been cut raggedly at the bottom to allow a bare midriff to show.

   "It'll have to do!" said Jenny and stepped into the skirt and pulled it
up.  "God, I wish I had some underwear in here..." she thought as she
smoothed down the tight skirt and buttoned it on the side.

   When she tried the zipper she found it hard to pull up, but she squeezed
the two sides of the zipper together with her fingers and pulled the zipper
to the top with her other hand.  She slowly exhaled as she felt the
tightness around her waist, smoothing the skirt down in back over her
protruding rump.  She could barely bend over to pick up the T-shirt, but
managed to somehow, and pulled it over her head and down over her large
bosom.

   She felt it was uncomfortably conforming and looked down embarrassedly
at the nipples poking the soft material out on her twin peaks.  She could
not see how much breast was visible below the hem of the shirt, but knew
there was some, as it was cut so short, so she pulled down hard on it in
front and was shocked at how it seemed to outline her breasts even more!

   "Gosh!  I might as well wear a sign that I 'm not wearing a bra today!"
cried Jenny, and she turned back to see if there was anything else in the
bag.

   Besides a jumble of cosmetics and a hair dryer, all she could find was a
sheer, thigh-high pair of tan stockings and thought that she would look a
little less "cheap" if she at least had hose on.  So she pulled off her
heels and smoothed the stockings up her curvy legs, pulling the elastic top
band up high on her smooth, tanned thighs.

   Stepping back into her pumps, and grabbing the bag and the purse, Jenny
clattered out of the stall and across the tiles to the door.

   "Well...  here it goes!" she thought, and stepped outside.  The truckers
had retreated back down the steps and were talking amongst themselves when
the blonde came out the door.  They stopped talking and grinned up at her
and she gave an embarrassed look back at them.  Then she wiggled over to
the bannister rail at the top of the stairs where it curved off at an angle
to follow another walkway that led around the back of the building.

   Jenny hitched the strap of her purse over her shoulder and and balanced
her blue bag on the rail so she could zip it up securely, when it tipped
over the edge of the rail as she fumbled with it and spilled a little way
down the grass hillside on the other side!

   Jenny leaned and stretched over the side, her breasts hanging down,
(with all eyes on them) but couldn't reach it!  She tried to crouch down
and get under the rail, but her skirt was way too tight for that.  She
stood up and smoothed her skirt down and watched the men below until she
felt few of them were watching, (DON'T kid yourself, ALL of them were
watching!) and then she hiked up her skirt a little bit and swung a
tan-hosed leg quickly over the rail.

   But before she could swing the other leg over she felt the cold, smooth
metal directly on her vaginal lips, and her mouth formed into an oval as
her eyebrows shot up!  She cooed a surprised "Ooooooooow!" and leaned
forward, losing her grip on the pole-like bannister!

   She felt herself sliding backward and felt the cool metal on her soft
belly skin just below her breasts, as she wrapped her hands around the
bannister above her.  Her feet had left the ground and her knees came up
towards her waist as she straddled the pole, her feet arched to a point in
her white pumps and that cute rear end of hers stuck up invitingly.

   She began the long, backward slide down the bannister, looking down over
her shoulder at the grinning truckers moving to the base of the stairs.  As
her descent picked up speed the T-shirt rode up from it being rubbed along
the bannister between her breasts and both boobs popped out on either side
of the rail.  She couldn't let go to cover them so she just shrieked!

   She slid down the bannister with her legs, from the knees down, doing
cute little kicking motions, and when she reached the end a truck driver
stepped up and stopped her from falling by cupping both her ass cheeks with
his two large hands, grasping and squeezing them pliantly in his hands with
a tremendous grin on his face!

   The rest of the men clapped a round of applause and laughed wildly,
seeing the large, bouncy bottom being fondled by the gripping hands of
their pal!  Jenny held herself up a little off the pole with one hand and
nervously fumbled to bring her T-shirt back down over those jiggling
breasts, stammering "Ohmygosh!  I..er..uh, oh my!" and looking back at the
man holding her bottom in his hands!

   "I think I'm fine now!  thank you!" Jenny spurted out to let the man
know her could let go of her buns.  So he sheepishly, and very reluctantly,
took his hands off Jenny's bottom.  She tried her best to swing that leg
back over the rail without showing too much, but everyone got a generous
view of her legs and the white of her upper thighs above her stockings.

   Her following had grown considerably, and she had to squeeze between a
number of men to make her way to the base of the grassy hillside where her
bag had spilt.  She tried to keep her composure amidst all the smiling and
laughing truckers whose eyes seemed to be watching every inch of her body,
but she felt as if she were naked.  She was extremely embarrassed and
ashamed at having all these men witness her humiliating slide down that
bannister, and the groping of her tender bum at the bottom!

   She looked up the little hill and, while a little steep, it did not seem
insurmountable, so she daintily stuck a white high-heeled shoe on the grass
in front of her and began tiptoeing across the relatively level part of the
hill at the base, so as not to get her pointed heels stuck in the grass.

   As the hill grew steeper Jenny had to reach down to the ground in front
of her, which gave everyone below a fantastic view up her short T-shirt hem
to the creamy, soft boobs hanging down and swaying back and forth beneath
the shirt.  It also served to poke her ass towards the men below and raise
the back hem of her skirt enough for them to view the back of her stocking
tops.  Still on tiptoes so her heels wouldn't bury in the soft ground,
Jenny was finding the going a bit rough, and her bottom shifted from side
to side as the pronounced muscles at the back of her hose-covered legs
flexed with the exertion.

   A number of truckers followed her up the hill, close behind her, to
enjoy the show, while the rest stayed below, whistling and hooting at the
sight of the blonde's beautiful behind and gorgeous legs.  Just as she
reached her blue bag and clutched the handle she straightened up a little.
But her balance wasn't good at that point and she felt herself about to
fall backward, so she frantically pin-wheeled her arms in an effort to
regain her stability.  And as she leaned forward, sticking that cute butt
out behind her, she felt herself tipping back, and was sure she would fall
back down the hill!

   But a strong pair of hands rescued Jenny again, grabbing a cheek in
either hand, holding her in place, until she could regain her balance and
place her hands back on the ground before her.

   "Hey baby!  I think you better just back on down this hill slowly.. 
we'll help you place your feet so you don't slip, okay?" the helpful
trucker said.

   "O..O..Okay!" stammered an embarrassed Jenny as she felt the hands on
her bottom moving a little from side to side, gently shaking her jiggly
bottom, as if he were testing the weight of each buttock by feel, his
fingers digging in a little with a light squeezing.

   She shut her eyes and blushed furiously and she squirmed and flexed her
bottom under his hands.  Jenny pointed a toe and stretched a leg downward
to find purchase on the hillside below her for her first step backward.

   Another trucker graciously reached out and held that sexy, little white
high-heel, helping her place it back down.  A driver on the other side of
Jenny saw this and, likewise, helped her with her next backward step. 
Besides holding her pumps and helping Jenny place them on the hillside
during her descent, the "leg" men began using their other hands to steady
Jenny's legs, gripping her thighs above the knee in front, just under her
skirt.  Her legs sheathed in hose felt fantastic to the touch and their
hands occasionally slid up a little to where her stocking tops ended and
the bare skin above them began.

   The man directly behind Jenny was in a kind of trance as he slowly
walked backward in pace with Jenny, holding her squirmy bottom in his
hands. He couldn't resist kneading and squeezing it occasionally, but soon
fell into the rhythm of her movements, lifting one cheek as she stretched
out the opposite leg, and lifting the other cheek when she stretched out
the other one.

   So his clenching hands alternately lifted each soft ass cheek in an up
and down movement all the way down that hill.  He had a raging erection by
the time they got down the short hill.  As they reached a fairly level
place the men guiding her feet released them and removed their hands from
beneath her skirt.

   The man backing up behind her was finding himself bending forward to be
able to keep his grip on Jenny's behind as their positions were evening in
height once more, so he let go as well.  Jenny blushed and kept her eyes
down as she turned and tiptoed off the grass and into the crowd of truck
drivers.  The driver who had held Jenny's bottom during her descent down
the hill followed close behind her as she squirmed by the men crowding up
against her.

   He stepped up alongside her and said, "Hey miss, I'm sure glad you
didn't fall back there, what's you name, by the way?"

   Jenny looked up at him, and he seemed sincere, so she said, "My name's
Jenny, and I do appreciate your help, it was just so stupid of me to try
and get up there in these heels."

   "Oh, I don't think your stupid" he said," you've actually been a pretty
good sport about all this teasing..and he turned to his friends and
said..."Hey!  You guys!  How about a cheer for this little gal?"

   Jenny smiled for a moment, until she felt the man grab her hand and
raise it straight up in the air!  The man on the other side of her did the
same, and the hem of her tiny, little T-shirt rose up, exposing both of her
beautiful breasts to all.

   "Hip, hip, hooray!" the men shouted amidst the laughter.  "Hip, hip,
hooray!" they shouted again, as the men holding her started lifting her in
fast, little jerks, causing her substantial bosom to bounce uncontrollably!

   "Hip, hip, hooray!" came the last cheer, as the truckers heads were
visibly going up and down while their eyes tracked the bouncing of the
helpless girl's bare breasts.

   Jenny was mortified and turned a beet-red in the cheeks, as her arms
were lowered and hands released.  She would have reached up and pulled the
front of the T-shirt down from where it lay bunched above her bosom, had
the trucker next to her not taken that moment to pinch her bottom.

   "Ouch!" cried out Jenny, as her hands rushed back to the sting on her
cheeks, her breasts bouncing again with the movement.  A roar of approval
and clapping came from the assembled truck drivers watching this delicious
show, as Jenny whirled around to face the pincher, her boobs still sticking
out in the bright sunlight.

   But before she could say, or do anything, another relentless set of
fingers pinched that soft bottom through the thin, cotton skirt.

   "Eeeek!" Jenny screamed again, whipping back around with a surprised and
embarrassed look on her face.  The men were screaming with laughter,
clapping their hands and pointing at the cute blonde spinning in
half-circles, back and forth, trying to protect her cute butt with her tiny
hands, with those fantastic boobs wiggling this way and that, her tender
bottom suffered almost as much as her dignity.

   She finally made a break for it, running as fast as her tight skirt
would allow.  Noticing her breasts bouncing up and down, she reached up and
pulled her shirt down over them, which didn't stop the bounce but at least
covered their nakedness.  As she reached the edge of the group to escape
she received a resounding slap on the fanny!

   "Yikes!" she said, pitching forward, but regained her balance and raced
forward, her tight skirt restricting her steps as her heels clicked on the
pavement and her hips twitched, her perfectly round bottom jiggling beneath
the material of her dress noticeably.  She was blushing furiously as the
men behind her watched that wiggling behind and yelled for her to come
back.

   "Ohmygod!" Jenny whispered as she rubbed her bottom and replayed the
incident in her head.  How humiliating!  she thought.  But she finally
reached her car and threw her bag in the back, fingering through her purse
for her keys.

   "You left them in the ignition" came a voice from above and behind her,
"so I pulled them out so no one would steal it."

   Jenny turned and looked up at the smiling face framed in the cab window
of the big truck.

   "Why that was nice of you, thanks!" replied Jenny to the trucker as he
exited his cab.

   "Oh, no need little lady, just tryin' to help." he said.

   He eyes seemed glued to the jutting nipples of Jenny's breasts but he
had a smile on his face, so she spoke to him, politely breaking his
reverie, "Can I have them back now?"

   He looked up at those big, blue eyes and stammered, "Oh, y..y..yeah,
sure!" and began patting his pockets.  "Where did I?...a look of
recognition passed across his face as he said, "Oh yeah, I left them up on
the cab seat" and he turned back to his truck to climb on board.

   He stopped for a moment as he was about to pull himself up and turned
back around, "I'll bet you've never seen the inside of a truck like this,
have you?  he said to Jenny,

   "Now I'm not asking you to climb in my truck with me, I can see your not
that type of lady", Jenny blushed, "but your welcome to pull yourself up
and grab those keys, I'll stay right here, and you can take a peek inside
while your at it?" He gave Jenny his most sincere smile.

   "Oh, okay" said Jenny relaxing a little bit, "your right about me never
having seen the inside of one of these trucks, I've always been a little
curious..".

   "Great!...here, I'll show you what to do" he said helpfully, trying to
keep his eyes from straying to her chest.  He pointed out to her the first
foothold and grab-bar, and then explained how she should put her feet on
the cab step and hold on to the handrail by the door to look inside and get
her keys.

   As Jenny reached up with both hands and held on to the grab-bar, the
short hem of her shirt rode up enough to expose the bottom half of her
round, pale breasts, with just the lower half of her aeriole showing and
the the nipples poking out that last inch of fabric.  She didn't notice,
but HE sure did, as she stopped in this position to raise her beautiful leg
high enough to get a foot on that first foothold.

   But that darn skirt was just too tight, so the friendly trucker
encircled her waist with his hands and lifted her up as she placed the
pointed toe of her white high-heel on the foothold and pulled herself up.
Her shirt came back down so that only the bottom inch or so of her boobs
were visible, which the trucker didn't like, but it also put her enticing
rear end at eye level, which he did!

   Even though he had only touched her waist, it embarrassed Jenny again,
so she thought she had better get this over with quicker and reached down
with one hand to hike her skirt up a little bit in the front to be able to
raise her leg up to the next step.  As she did this her skirt grew taunt
across her bottom and her hip flexed out to the side, her skirt had risen
enough to expose her stocking tops, and her shirt rode up from reaching for
the handrail beside the door, exposing the bottom of her boobs all the way
to the nipple this time!

   The trucker had thought he had died and gone to heaven.

   The keys, Jenny saw, were on the other side of the seat and so she bent
at the waist and laid her ample bosom on the seat and stretched an arm way
out to grab them, her fingers not quite reaching them.  This view from
below was amazing, and was being shared by the group of truckers now
returning from the restrooms.  They crowded around to watch.

   Jenny was stretched out on the toe of her cute, little white high-heel,
her curvy stocking-clad legs stretching up above it to where the exposed
top of her stockings and creamy white thigh disappeared beneath her hem. 
Her other leg was bent at the knee and was idly kicking back behind her,
waving a sexy white pump in the air as her foot arched and emphasized the
beautiful curvature of her leg.  She was squirming at the waist to try and
reach the keys, so her luscious bottom was wiggling back and forth beneath
the dress, hanging out the top of the truck cab.  The men looked at each
other briefly and put a finger to their lips to quiet anyone that might
alert Jenny of the sexy show she was putting on.

   "Got 'em!" she cried, and pushed herself upright from the seat, reaching
back to grab the handrail beside the door of the cab.

   "I'm coming down now" said Jenny, turning to address the trucker but
noticing all the other men around him.  Oh no!  thought Jenny, not those
pinchers again!  And she blushed in embarrassment.

   "Just bring a foot down on that step there" said the trucker grinning
"...and I'll make sure you're steady", and he stepped forward, reaching up
an cupping the back of her thighs right where the stockings ended at their
elastic band.

   A few chuckles arose from the men, and Jenny turned red.

   "No, that's okay!" said Jenny, "I'll be just fine", hoping she could
talk him out of it so her would move his hands off her legs.

   But the feeling of those soft, but firm thighs, encased in that sheer,
nylon hosiery convinced him he wasn't letting go now, "Well, I wouldn't
want you to fall and sue me or somethin', so just ease on down real slow
and I'll take care of the rest" he said, as the grins widened and a few men
snickered.

   Jenny couldn't believe this was happening, but felt that she needed to
get this over with as fast as possible, so she reached a dainty toe down,
squirming her foot back and forth, trying to find purchase in the next
foothold.  A hand reached out and helped put her high-heel on the step and
Jenny brought her other leg down to join it.  As her body lowered the
trucker kept his hands at the same height, so that Jenny's legs were
sliding between his hands, which had reached the bare leg above her
stockings and the very top of her thighs below her round bottom.  Her legs
felt smooth and fantastic, and he had stuck both thumbs out so they hooked
the hem of her skirt and were pulling it up as his hands rose.

   Every guy there was erect and attentive as they watched that skirt rise,
and Jenny heard a few soft whistles as she began to wiggle a little,
uncomfortably.  The front of her T-shirt had snagged on something and was
pulling up a little in front, but she didn't notice as she reached another
foot down to try and touch the ground.  A few men bent down and helped her,
their hands straying up her nylon-encased legs as they straightened up.  As
she reached down with her other foot and let go of the grab-bar her body
slid slowly down between the man's hands, his thumbs pulling her skirt up
and over her bare behind, his hands cupping the soft, round cheeks.

   Jenny's T-shirt had hooked on something above and was pulled up off her
bulging breasts.  It was stretched tight up in front of her face and kept
her from turning.  The truck drivers hooted and whistled at Jenny's
voluptuous, naked body exposed to their lustful eyes, and Jenny began to
furiously wiggle in an attempt to extract herself from the truck that had
pulled up her shirt and the man who had pulled up her skirt!

   HE was gently caressing her smooth bottom as it jiggled beneath his
palms, in pure heaven.  He then impulsively took a little step back, and
gave her bottom a quick, underhand slap!  It turned a little pink and
bounced up and down, and Jenny let out a squeal!  She couldn't believe
someone had spanked her!

   On her bare behind no less!

   In front of a bunch of strangers, who were laughing and staring!

   Her embarrassment was profound at standing in front of all these guys,
in just hose and heels, with her skirt bunched around her waist and her
bottom exposed, covering her pubic area with one hand and the nipple on one
breast with the other, trapped by her shirt to a truck!

   She nervously stepped in place in her high-heels, which got all of her
jiggling and bouncing, and the blush of embarrassment seemed to infuse her
skin from head to toe.  She let go of covering herself for a second to use
both hands to push herself away from the truck, and fell backward as her
T-shirt ripped completely off and was left dangling on the side of the
truck.  The exertion this took was more than the tight waistband of her
skirt could take and her exhaled breath caused the button at the side to
pop off and the zipper to run down it's length, as Jenny came to rest with
her bare bum on the pavement, legs stretched out in front and arms spread
instinctively to arrest her fall.  Her chest gently stopped it's bounce and
Jenny took a deep breath and exhaled, and her pert little nipples bobbed as
her breasts heaved.

   A couple drivers stepped forward quickly and helped Jenny up by the
elbows, both of them reaching back to brush the dirt off her pink, round
bottom gently.  Smoothly rolling their hands down to it's base and cupping
her cheeks for a moment before letting go.

   THAT brought Jenny back to reality and she started stammering, "ohmygod,
ohmygod,ohmygod" as she tried to cover her voluptuous breasts with one hand
while yanking at her skirt front with the other to hide her sex.

   Since the skirt was undone at the side she managed to pull it down over
her pubes, but also completely down below her bottom, so that when she
raised that hand to try to hide some more exposed breast, the skirt slid
down to the ground.

   "Yikes!" she screamed and rushed that hand back to her cute, blonde
bush.

   This was what dreams were made of for these men and their eyes hungrily
feasted on Jenny's jiggling naked body, as she squirmed in her humiliation.

   "Ouch!" she squealed as she felt her bum being pinched behind her!

   She whipped around and some one gave her bare ass a slap!  "Eeeek!"
Jenny then did what she always does when naked in front of people, she ran
as fast as she could in high heels, not really knowing where, but in a
confused panic.  Jenny running in heels and hose across a parking lot, pony
tail bobbing, that perfect pink bottom bouncing and flexing, and those huge
round breasts swaying and lifting repeatedly, with that wide-eyed
embarrassed look on her cute, innocent face, is something we all should see
at least one time in our life.

   She looked back briefly at the cheering audience she left behind and
when she brought her head back around she was shocked to see she was
running at full speed at a motorcycle policeman, whose bike was stretched
out sideways in front of her!  Not able to stop in mid-stride, Jenny ran
into, and pitched her body across, the lap of the policeman.  He
immediately started his bike up and drove in a lazy, looping circle around
the parking lot as Jenny cupped her breasts and kicked her legs.  Looking
down to watch her squirming, pink bottom roll with each kick of her legs,
he patted it gently.

   When he was close to the group of truckers he gave Jenny's behind a
quick slap!  and grinned as they all hooted.  He then put a hand on her ass
cheek and zoomed out of the parking lot, Jenny's beautiful legs kicking in
those sexy white high-heels.



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   Jenny Takes A Nap by OOgler

   Jenny spent the day with her old high school friend, Georgia, who taught
school now in a town a few hours drive away.  They still insisted on
getting together and not losing touch, trading turns driving over for
monthly visits.  Jenny got up early to drive the extra hours it took to
keep her commitment, expressly so they could have most of a day and the
evening to catch up before the drive back.

   But this time, she and Georgia had talked late into the night after a
good dinner and some wine and now she found herself driving down the
interstate highway, getting drowsy, When she saw a large, green "Rest Stop"
sign up ahead she decided to pull in and stretch, maybe wake up a little.

   It was late and the rest stop was dark and quiet when she pulled in. 
She parked near the well-lit bathrooms and got out of her car.  There were
a scattering of cars and big trucks, some had the occupants visible,
sleeping upright in their seats, or just sitting and smoking, while others
were asleep on the seats of their car.  It was a warm night and Jenny wove
the fingers of her hands together and stretched her arms over her head,
working the kinks out of her back.  At least five observant motorists saw
the blonde stretching under the bright halogen street lamps by the
bathrooms.

   You couldn't miss the rise and thrust of those breasts, Jenny's
stretches were unforgettably, sexy, and commanded your attention!  She wore
a light blue, sleeveless blouse of silk that came down to a slight V-neck
line with a little collar.  It was a little too tight, but then it got to
be impossible for Jenny to buy the right size so that it fit the rest of
her body and her over-endowed bosom.  The material tightened and molded
across her large breasts, and they almost glowed in the artificial light.
It really took your breath away.  She also wore a white pleated skirt that
matched her white heels.  Her husband had talked her into buying the skirt
as it was a little too short for Jenny's taste, and reminded her of a
tennis skirt.  But she relented when he told her it would be nice and cool
for hot, summer evenings out.

   Since she was really only going over to Georgia's this trip, and not
going out, she refrained from pantyhose and a bra, and had on a pair of old
white nylon panties.  Her drive down in the heat of the day had been much
more comfortable without the bra and hose and she had kicked off her heels
and undid her ponytail, letting the wind blowing in from the open windows
fill the car and blow through her hair.  After a few honking air horns from
passing truckers, Jenny got a little embarrassed and closed the windows,
turning on the air conditioner instead.

   Jenny leaned on the side of the car and took a few deep breaths of the
night air but still felt her eyelids closing on her.

   "I had better just take a nap for a couple of hours..and then finish the
drive" thought Jenny, so she went to the back of her hatchback and opened
the trunk lid.

   She had to crawl in to disconnect the rear seat backs so they would lay
down forward and make a flat platform to lie down on.  The lucky motorist
parked directly behind Jenny was treated to about a minute and a half of
amazing upskirt shots as Jenny leaned and twisted in her efforts to wrestle
the seats down.  Then she sat in the back and tucked her legs in, reaching
up to bring the trunk hatch down.  Jenny pulled the headrest off of the
passenger seat in front and used it as a pillow and despite the fact that
it wasn't very comfortable, all the wine she had earlier had taken it's
toll and Jenny was asleep in a few minutes.

   Jenny initially curled on her side with her fists tucked under her chin,
her arms pressing tight against her breasts.  She brought her knees up to
her elbows and the swell of her hips raised the little skirt in back, so
that the back of her smooth thighs and the crease where they met her
buttocks, as well as a tiny patch of panties, were visible.  This upskirt
view, and her long, curvy legs ending in a pair of sexy, white high heels,
was bathed in light from the overhead lamps illuminating the walkway area
to the rest stop bathrooms.

   As the night wore on, Jenny's fitful sleep had her stretching and
twisting to find comfort on the hard platform.  She worked her hands back
and forth, from her her chin to her crotch, where she unconsciously slid
them between her thighs.  This ended up pulling her top up and gathering
the material of her skirt in her lap, leaving less and less of it to cover
her rear end, and exposing the bottom half of her breasts.  Her legs
stretched and flexed, pulled up tight to her chest one moment and
gloriously stretched out the next.

   As the night wore on an increasing number of motorists decided they
needed the bathroom, and slowly strolling by the blonde's hatchback they
were rewarded with a voyeur's dream.  The bright lights seemed to spotlight
the sleeping woman through the large, sloping window of her hatchback.  All
her squirming and twisting had disheveled her clothes magnificently, giving
one, then another, strolling driver extremely seductive views of Jenny's
many charms.  More than a few had paused and sucked hard on their
cigarettes as they looked at her prone body, her large breast were almost
uncovered as her blouse material began bunching up under her chin, the
bottom edge of which just barely covered her stiffening nipples.

   That's not all that was stiff that night either!

   Her skirt had worked itself up past her bottom cheeks and the paler,
smooth skin of her round bottom seemed to glow in the light, her panties
gathering tightly in the crease between those beautiful cheeks.  Once in a
while, in her discomfort from it, she reached back in her sleep and pulled
some panty out of her crack, squirming and stretching as she did so,
jiggling her bottom in the process.

   One, then another, nipple appeared, popping free from the bottom edge of
her blouse, rigid from exposure to the cool evening air and whatever erotic
dreams that swirled around in Jenny's inebriated sleep.  She had
essentially stripped herself in her sleep and was displaying almost all of
her beautiful body to any passerby that cared to look.

   And oh, they cared!

   Most had watched for a little while and then left to relieve themselves
somewhere more private, while a dedicated few had gotten coffee from the
vending machine and literally camped out near the blonde's hatchback,
smoking and commenting on this or that feature of her anatomy.  Sometime
they would collectively groan and sigh out loud when she stretched or
squirmed into a new position.  For the most part they kept quiet and
watched, not wanting it to end by waking her with loud noises.  An
infrequent soft whistle would escape a few pursed lips but silence
accompanied most of the night.

   You could almost feel the sexual tension in the air but no one made a
move to wake or molest the sleeping beauty.  And as the sun rose that
morning a few determined stragglers remained, eyes blurry but their
attention still rapt, trying to look casual as they stood around Jenny's
car.

   It was midmorning when Jenny began to stir from the sun warming her
bottom cheeks.  She was laying peacefully on her stomach, her hands
together under her head and her legs spread.  The first thing she saw, as
she raised her head and groggily peered to the side window of her car, were
the paws and face of a large dog, a wet nose smearing the window.  That got
her twisting around and noticing that a group of men's faces were likewise
staring at her from..  all around the car!

   They would have had their noses pressed against the glass as well if
hadn't been a little too obvious.  They were definitely enjoying themselves
more than the dog, nonetheless.  They even had the stacked blonde's big,
round breasts to stare at now that she had come up on her elbows.  Not that
they hadn't been appreciating the great view of her naked bottom, her
panties wedged in her crack, and what they could see of her pussy as it
became outlined by the panty material.

   Did I mention her legs?  Well, you get the idea.

   Most were also eagerly anticipating her reaction to her predicament, and
they were not disappointed.

   The first thing Jenny noticed when looking around was that everyone
seemed to be staring behind her, so she looked over her shoulder as well.
Her skirt no longer covered her behind...and her legs were spread..  she
was mortified!

   She quickly bobbed up to a sitting position, tucking her legs under her
and frantically reaching back to fumble with her skirt hem.  As she did
this she noticed her naked bosom bouncing around in front of her..

   "Nooooo!" she yelled and in a panic tried to find her blouse and skirt
hem at the same time!

   She shrieked, and blushed, and fumbled some more with her clothes, while
the appreciative crowd started laughing and whistling at her unsuccessful
efforts to cover herself, as well as at all the bouncing and jiggling going
on in the car.  Both nipples were erect and along for the ride on a pair of
large, round breasts, unrestrained and heaving about, while most of her
skirt still remained waist-high in back, exposing her bouncy buttocks.  She
squealed and fussed, with a wild look of panic and a deep blush on her
face.

   God she was cute!

   Comic and incredibly sexy!

   Even though she managed to cover a portion of her bottom with the skirt,
she was still having a horrible time trying to get that blouse down over
her breasts.  Squirming her bottom around, her breasts wiggling
uncontrollably, and she blushed with profound embarrassment, and stammered
to herself.  Finally giving up on trying to get her top to cover her bosom,
Jenny deciding that escape was the best alternative.  Turning, she tried to
crawl toward the front seat on one hand and her knees, using her other to
try and cover some breast.

   Well..  really only one nipple.

   Unfortunately, her progress was immediately impeded by the fact that her
heel had caught in the crotch of her panties when she had tucked her legs
under herself!  Thrashing her legs to free her caught pump, she
instinctively kicked that leg down, pulling the panties with them.  Jenny
felt the nylon slide off her behind and down her legs to about calf level!
..Below her knees!

   She froze for a second, realizing that the view from behind exposed
her.. INTIMATELY!

   "OHMYYYGOD!" she screamed, and frantically resumed her efforts to get to
the front seat.

   She let go of her breasts and clambered with both hands but her ankle
and high heel were now entangled in white nylon panty, and all she could do
was work her knees back and forth and not really go anywhere!

   She grabbed the upright back seats and pulled, diving face first into
the driver's seat.  With her hands on the floorboards, her face and breasts
had made it to the front seat, but the rest of her body was bent over the
seat backs, her bottom upraised and her legs doing a cute, tight, little
scissor-kick, her ankles now held together with panty elastic hooking
around each high heel.

   Stretched beyond their endurance, the panties finally popped free, shot
like slingshot to the dash board of the car.  Jenny could now crawl into
the front seat, which she did as fast as possible to minimize the time she
would have to spread her legs..  and expose her herself!

   Judging from the cheers and hooting, she realized that it had been too
long, and everyone had seen everything!

   "I can't believe this!  I can't believe this!  I can't believe
this!...chanted Jenny as she squirmed her bare bottom around on the front
seat, yanking her blouse down over her breasts, pulling it tighter than she
should have, and causing the material to conform tightly around each
breast, graphically outlining them.

   This squished her breasts together enough to show considerable cleavage
at the V-neck line of her blouse, and was not lost on the friendly
motorists that had migrated around to the front of the car.  The beautiful
blonde had flashed everything she had at them, but her reaction, and her
sexiness, had entranced them.  They were not going to miss any of this
exciting action!

   Jenny pulled her skirt down as far as it would go and grabbed the keys
out of her purse.  She saw the heads around the car bobbing and weaving,
necks craning, everyone trying to see her!  She felt warm in the face and a
humiliating blush crept all over her body.

   Twisting the key in the ignition and pumping the gas pedal, Jenny's eyes
snapped back and forth between her dashboard and all the faces around her
car, peering in.  The engine's starter let out shriek and the engine ground
around without starting.  Everything being cold, Jenny was flooding her
car. She just gave up after a minute of trying and her engine not catching.
Hanging her hands on the steering wheel, her bare bottom squirming in the
vinyl car seat, she looked around hopefully for a helpful face..

   A young man's grinning face filled the driver's side window and Jenny
heard his muffled voice through the glass, "Go ahead and pop the hood lady,
and we'll see if we can get you going.."

   Jenny shook her head in affirmation and searched around under her dash
to find the hood release latch.  She finally sprung it open and a few men
gathered around to look at Jenny's engine, while the rest just hung around
watching the cute blonde sit in the car.

   The same young man came back and asked Jenny if he could try and start
it himself so Jenny opened the door, gathered her skirt tightly in front of
her, and came out of the car as he slid in.  She felt very self-conscious
standing there, and would be more so if she had realized how she was
drawing more attention to her panty less condition by pulling her skirt
tight, the material conforming smoothly across her bottom, leaving no panty
line to be discerned by even the most careful glance.

   And that sexy bottom was being very carefully glanced at!

   Then they called over to the car to explain to her what exactly was
wrong, and her wiggle over there had a few men groaning.  She kept her
hands holding the skirt material in front and leaned over into the engine
compartment.  It was explained to her that she had flooded the carburetor
and they would have to wait a minute or two to let the gas evaporate.

   Either view of Jenny was seductive.  Her ample breasts squeezed together
in her blouse and hanging over the car engine, or her firm, round bottom,
tightly wrapped in light, cotton material, pointing up and out from the
bend.  She squeezed her long, smooth legs tightly together, down to the
pointy heels of her white pumps and shifted on and off each foot as she
stood, her hips swelling up and down with each step.

   Jenny innocently asked, "Where is the carburetor?" and the man standing
on the other side of the engine compartment reached over and slid his
pointing finger between her breasts at the base of her deep cleavage.

   I guess the carburetor must have been beneath Jenny's bosom and he was
only answering her question, but it also felt pretty good to have his
finger enveloped on both sides by soft, warm breast.

   "Oooooo..." Jenny cooed as he pulled his finger back out.

   She was caught totally by surprise, and so, was frozen with a look of
shock on her face, her eyes wide as saucers.  Everyone else was grinning
wildly.

   Jenny finally released her skirt and put her hands on the fender to
straighten up, but our helpful mechanic had snagged the bottom of her
V-neck line on a fuel mixture screw that stuck out of the side of the
carburetor.  She tried to pull herself up but found she was trapped in a
bent over posture.  She began twisting her hips and shaking her breasts
from side to side in an effort to get her top free!  Everyone began
laughing and whistling at the sexy, young blonde.

   A rumbling sound from the parking lot signaled the arrival of a big
school bus, which hissed to a stop and rumbled open it's doors.  Eighty
scouts came piling out of the bus and began running all over the place,
acting like a pack of wild animals.  It didn't take them long to find Jenny
and they began snapping pictures of the helpless women, bent over a fender
and wiggling frantically to escape.

   NO, the scouts didn't strip poor Jenny, shame on you for thinking such a
thing!

   Jenny managed to do that all by herself.  Well..  maybe with a little
help.

   The big dog that had been hanging around walked up to the blonde and put
his cold, wet nose under her skirt in back, goosing her right between the
cheeks down low.

   "YIKES!" Jenny screamed and popped straight up!

   She ended up flying backward as her momentum was released from her bent
posture, the back seam on her blouse splitting straight down with a loud
"RRRRRIIIIPPP!" and, swishing from her body, her blouse lay in a heap on
the car engine.

   Arms flailing wildly, Jenny and her naked breasts flew back off of the
car, her legs out in front of her.  She landed firmly on her bottom with a
SPLAT, on the grass beside the sidewalk.

   THEN the scouts took over!

   A pair each grabbed the blonde's ankles and, keeping her legs rudely
separated, began pulling Jenny around the grass in circles, Jenny's rump
bumping up and down over the uneven ground.  She clamped her hands on her
breasts and yelled as her skirt rucked up to her waist, exposing the soft,
blonde hair of her mons and the pouting lips of her sex.

   "NO! ..STOP! ..DON'T! ..LET ME GO!" -Jenny was yelling as she was
dragged around the little grassy area, her breasts bobbing in her hands,
the crowd of men and boys cheering and hooting their encouragement to the
scouts!

   It's a wonder she didn't bump her soft behind on a sprinkler head
sticking out of the grass.  Her skirt, however, did manage to catch on one,
the button on it popping off, the zipper running down, and then the seam
below the zipper ripping away to leave her skirt in tatters behind her. 
When the scouts realized they were dragging around a completely naked lady
they dropped her ankles and stared.

   You could here the little pocket cameras snapping away as Jenny rushed
her hand to her crotch and clamped her legs together, vainly trying to
cover the rest of her heaving chest with her free arm.  She blushed all
over and looked up at the crowd with a shocked look.

   "OHMYGOD!" she thought as it sunk in that she would have to get up and
get back to her car, in front of everyone, in nothing but a pair of heels.

   She leaped up in a panic and tried to get across the lawn in a hurry,
but those same heels kept sinking into the grass and made her pause and
wiggle a few times to free herself.  The scouts resumed their torment of
Jenny and took turns giving her bottom a slap whenever she paused.

   "Ouch!  Ooow!  Eeek!" she squeaked and jumped at every spank!

   She was lurching forward at a good clip now, frantic to escape the
stinging little hands whacking her soft bottom, and was almost to the open
door of her car..  when she tripped.  The young man who had previously been
trying to start her car hadn't left the driver's seat yet, however, and
Jenny pitched forward across his lap, her bottom served up in front of him
like a tasty dish!

   He just grinned and said, "Here..let me help you up", grabbing as much
of her right breast as he could with one hand and as much of her left ass
cheek as he could with the other, pushing and pulling..  with a fair bit of
squeezing I might add..  until he "helped" poor Jenny into an upright
position.

   Reluctantly letting go and stepping aside, a howl of laughter and
whistles accompanied Jenny, as she leaped into the car and slammed the
door.

   They barely had time to slap the hood shut as Jenny gunned the motor to
life and peeled backwards out of the parking space.

   And they were still waving and cheering at the naked blonde as she drove
out of the rest stop and back on to the highway.

   Jenny found a deserted farm road off the highway and pulled over to
search for something to wear.  She found her panties on the dashboard,
badly stretched out.  They sagged horribly when she tried them on.  She
would have to hold them up with one hand just to keep them on!  The only
other thing she could find was a frilly, pink apron she had once had a
humiliating experience in.  But if that's all you have, you make do, so
Jenny pulled the neck straps behind her head and tied a knot.  She wrapped
the frilly belt strap behind her and tied a bow so she could get it untied
easily later to take off.  Hiking her panties up, Jenny got back in her
car, mentally reminding herself to observe the speed laws on the way
home..she sure didn't want to be stopped by a police officer and have to
try to explain why she was dressed like this!

   When she pulled down her street she scrunched down in her seat, and
looked around to see if anyone was outside, and could see her if she made a
mad dash inside.  No one appeared to be but Jenny felt very nervous, and
scooted even lower as she pulled in the drive.  No one was outside right
now, so she grabbed her purse and leapt out of the car, her panties sagging
in the back immediately.

   She felt so exposed and ridiculous in this skimpy, little pink apron. 
Her heels clicked rapidly on the pavement up to her door and she used her
purse to cover her bare behind.  But now she had to use it to get out her
keys..  so she turned toward the street to hide her naked bottom.

   But nothing could hide the blush across her cheeks, or her look of
embarrassment..."WHA..?"

   She couldn't find the keys!

   "OH NO!  I left them in the car again!" Jenny wailed, and, dropping her
purse, she ran to the car and shook the door handle violently, her bouncing
cheeks in plain view for her entire neighborhood.  They jiggled in a
frilly, pink frame of apron as she wrestled with the locked door.  She had
done it again, locked the keys inside the car, and was now in a state of
panic.  Terrified someone would see her, she cupped her ass cheeks in her
hands and ran to the side gate to her backyard.

   Mrs.  Lemon next door hadn't seen her, she was too busy yelling at Mr.
Lemon to pick up after the dog out back, and do something to get rid of
those flies..  and, on and on and on!  So Mr.  Lemon left the kitchen,
grabbing a fly swatter on his way out, grumbling under his breath.

   In the side yard, Mr.  Lemon heard some rustling by his neighbor's gate
and heard it squeak open on it's hinges.  He stood up on a chair by the
fence and looked over.  There was that sexy blonde!  In a frilly, pink
apron, and her big, bouncy boobs threatening to burst from her top!

   And those boobs looked obviously naked underneath!

   He could clearly see her nipples poking out the material in front.  She
turned around pushed the gate closed with two hands, her bare rump sticking
out for him, her panties sagging down her thighs.

   He didn't hesitate either..

   "WHAP!" the fly swatter whistled through the air.

   "YEEOOOOW!" Jenny came off the ground and her fingers splayed, her
eyebrows shot up, and her knees knocked together.

   "Whap, whap, whap!" he got off three in succession before Jenny could
whirl around.

   She clutched her bottom and ran screaming into her backyard..



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   Jenny The Waitress by ?

   Jenny peeked out the door barely opened.  Her beautiful blue eyes wide
and fearful, she glanced over towards her neighbor's yard and crinkled her
mouth in a grimace.  She had a feeling he was there but couldn't be sure.
It was still quite early in the morning and he was an elderly gentleman,
after all, but she had been caught enough times now to be extra careful
before making that mad dash to her car.

   "I just don't know what gets into him.." she thought and sneaked
gingerly around the half opened door, tip toeing to try and keep the click
of her high heels on the pavement from giving her away.

   Jenny looked rather sharp and businesslike this morning dressed in a
black, skirted suit falling just above the knee with a matching jacket. 
The only pair of black pumps she had to go with it were too high, at 4
inches, but the alternative was to wear shoes that didn't match and she
felt that would leave a bad impression and look very unprofessional.

   Not wanting any flash of white to inadvertently show in contrast to the
black of her suit she had made certain to wear black panties and a bra, so
that the only thing not black in her ensemble were the sheer-to-waist
suntan pantyhose she wore over her panties.

   Luscious and curvy, the flash of those beautiful legs were enough to
make her neighbor, Mr.  Lemon, set down his coffee cup rather hastily as he
peered out his kitchen window.  Scraping his chair back across the floor
and rising, he blurted out to his wife, cooking at the stove..

   "Gonna' go out and get the paper dear.." and was at the door in a flash.

   "Well it's about time.." she murmured to herself, never turning around
from her task.

   Jenny had reached her car and was about to open the door when she
noticed she had left the water hose across the drive behind her car, from
having watered the lawn the previous night with a sprinkler attachment. 
She pouted at her negligence and walked around to the back of her car and
bent down to grab it and haul it out of the way.  Her trademark deep bend
at the waist had the marvelous effect of lifting the back hem of her flared
skirt behind her to the height of the top of her thighs .  So it took
barely any breeze at all to send the back of her skirt up.  It flapped over
on to her back and revealed the smooth, round globes of her bottom, barely
concealed beneath the pantyhose and brief black panties.

   Only Jenny could have missed it, and she continued to reel in the water
hose, her vigorous arm jerkings setting her hips in motion.  And the
resulting jiggle of her buns had Mr.  Lemon standing slack jawed and
aroused, creeping towards the hapless blonde, one hand holding his folded
newspaper and the other reaching forward for the inevitable.

   He pinched her bottom down low on her right cheek and she shrieked and
rose up with a little hop, her hand whipping around behind to grab her rear
end.

   "Eeeeeeek!" she emitted as her eyes became as wide as saucers and she
thrust out her bosom by pulling her offended buns forward.

   Not sparing the breath to even bawl the old gentleman out, she hastily
set off in a mincing trot around the car, holding both sides of her skirt
down with her hands.  Her bouncing breasts and jiggling bottom were enough
enticement to encourage the old codger to follow behind her, grabbing her
sweet cheeks beneath her skirt.  Definitely a feeling he would replay in
his mind for days to come, he was grinning madly as he squeezed Jenny's
pantyhosed bottom and she yelped and lurched at each grab.

   Her only salvation came after a number of circuits around the vehicle
when her lusty neighbor tripped and stumbled over the water hose, giving
her a chance to slam the keys into the driver's side door and hurriedly
unlock and open it in time to ...ALMOST dive into the front seat.

   But not before the she felt the slap of his newspaper on her bottom!

   "Ooow!" she blurted as she fell forward across the seat, her legs
sticking out the open car door.

   Mr.  Lemon appraised the situation for a moment and then grabbed both of
Jenny's ankles and began lifting and spreading her beautiful legs to see
what he might get a glimpse at.  This rucked the blonde's dress up to her
waist and she grabbed onto the passenger seat to begin the tug-of-war that
ensued.

   "Frank!  You let go of that girl this instant!" Mrs.  Lemon yelled from
her front porch, her face red with anger.

   Having heard the all to familiar tone that worked like a fear trigger in
him, Jenny's neighbor suddenly released her ankles and jumped back, hiding
his hands behind him like a child scolded.

   Jenny, blushing furiously at being so exposed to the entire
neighborhood, scrambled to pull her skirt back down and crawl back into her
car.  A number of her other neighbors stood on their porches and clapped at
the show, cheering with hilarity at the airheaded blonde's embarrassment,
which Jenny noticed after having gotten herself upright in her seat and
glanced around.

   She turned a few more shades of red and ground her car's ignition
starting it up.  Having just barely missed running the old man over as he
slunk off towards his wife and his fate, Jenny gunned her car and backed
out into the street.  She sped off down the street, wondering how on earth
she could ever face her neighbors again after having been spread-legged and
exposed in such a humiliating fashion.

   "Oh my god!  That was SOOOOO embarrassing!' she spoke out loud to
herself as she tried to regain her composure and remember where she had to
turn to get on the freeway south towards the address for her assignment
from Temp-Serve...

   Jenny had no idea she was being sent to a restaurant until she pulled
into the parking lot of the Blue Plate.  She had thought from the name that
it was going to be some kind of store which sold dinnerware or maybe
antiques.

   "What have I gotten myself into now?" she thought as she surveyed the
gravel parking lot around what was, essentially, a luncheon diner.  And to
top it off, it appeared to serve an inordinate amount of pickup trucks and
run down muscle cars.  She tried to suppress her worries and put the best
face on she could while exiting her car, wobbling across the uneven parking
surface in her high heels, smoothing her skirt down, and adjusting her suit
jacket.

   The door to the diner creaked open and a little bell above it rang as
she entered, assuring that everyone noticed the entrance of the beautiful
blonde with the ample bosom.  A blush crept across her face as she saw all
heads turn towards her.  A soft wolf whistle came from a burly trucker
sitting at the counter by the cash register with a coffee cup halfway to
his lips.  A rather ancient waitress, with her gray hair teased up in an
out-of-date bouffant hairstyle, came out from behind the register and
approached Jenny.  The look on her face was both appraising and disdainful
at the same time as she croaked her greeting.

   "And just how can I help you?  she said in a sarcastic tone, 'or are you
selling something?"

   That got a few chuckles from her audience at the counter, and brought a
high blush to Jenny's cheeks.

   "Uh..maybe I've got the wrong address..you see, I'm from the TempServ
Agency and.."Jenny tried to get out her answer but the woman's face changed
into a grimace and she interrupted immediately.

   "Oh for Christ's sake!  We called in for a replacement waitress and get
YOU?!!..oh, just great!  You look like you've never waited a table in your
life!'..  she paused to shake her head, 'well, nevermind, we still need the
help even if you haven't, so follow me."

   And with that she turned on heels and stomped off to the rear of the
diner and pushing open a swinging door which led to the kitchen.  Jenny
stumbled along behind her, trying to get a word in edgewise.

   "Here's a uniform" she said as she tossed a wad of pink material at
Jenny from a stack in a box by the door, "..and you'll find an apron
hanging on that hook back there by Handyman," she indicated by nodding her
head to the receiving door at the back of the kitchen, where a smallish
figure of a man stood with his back to them at a large metal sink,
obliviously washing dishes while wearing a pair of Walkman headphones,
nodding his head to the beat of a song only he was hearing.

   "But I don't have any idea what to do!  "cried Jenny "You were right
before, I HAVE never waited on people before!"..  which was barely
acknowledged by the cranky waitress, who was fishing out a spare order
tablet from her apron pocket.

   She set it, and a pencil, down on a butcher block next to her and
pointed to a grimy door next to the ovens.

   "Don't worry about it toots, that's the bathroom where you can change
and all you have to do is take orders and clip them on the metal wheel
between the counter and the kitchen, and Handyman will serve them up for
you.  Put your tips in that coffee can over there and we split them up at
the end of the shift, lucky for you most of the breakfast rush is over but
I am gonna' need some help for lunch, so get your butt in gear."

   With that terse introduction to waitressing, she turned on her heels and
pushed through the swinging door back out to the dining area as Jenny
sputtered out her protests.  Feeling there was not much else she could do
in this situation, she walked over to the door of the rest room, shaking
out the stretchy nylon uniform, examining the tag at the collar for size.
"ONE SIZE FITS ALL" it read, and Jenny grimaced and hoped that was true.

   She was pleasantly surprised to find empty clothes hangers hanging on a
hook behind the door and shimmied out of her skirt and draped it over one.
Next her blouse went over the top, and she draped her jacket around them
both, giving a deep sigh as she held up the pink uniform to the light. 
Jenny didn't like the way the light came through it and was beginning to
think that it was far too transparent a garment to wear with out a slip.

   Her fears played out after pulling it on and zipping up the front zipper
as far as it could go.  That it ended with some mangled tines barely midway
up her breasts was disconcerting enough, but when she looked down at
herself..that was when the ubiquitous Jenny refrain escaped her lips..

   "OH MY GOD!" she yelped as her eyes bulged out at what she saw.  The
black panty and bra set she had chosen to compliment her business suit was
prominently visible through the pink material and she was shocked at how
transparent the material actually was, especially after having stretched
around her ample curves.

   She looked in the mirror and blushed again as the visibility was so
clear she could even see the lace edges around the bra cups.  Hearing a
yell for her assistance from through the door only flustered the busty
blonde more, and she quickly came to the conclusion that the underwear just
had to go or she would die from the embarrassment of it showing.  She just
hoped that the apron she was promised would serve to cover things
sufficiently.  So she doffed the uniform and begin her strip.

   Removing her bra was snap, and her luscious breasts burst forth and
wiggled a little but barely drooped.  She flushed at how erect her pink
nipples were.  But removing her panties required taking her shoes and
pantyhose off and she struggled doing that in such a confined space.  She
pulled the pantyhose back up as tightly as she could and slipped into her
shoes as the door flew open and the old waitress glared at her with her
hands on her hips.

   "EEEEK!" Jenny squealed and brought an arm across her chest while she
used the other to hide her crotch.

   "Oh for pete's sake!..  are you gonna' stand around naked all day long
or are you working today?!!" the old gal hollered, with no attempt to hide
her sarcastic tone.

   She looked down at the floor briefly and then giggled as she pushed the
rubber doorstop against the open door and waddled her way out of the
kitchen.

   Jenny stood there agog at the meanness of her actions..  but that was
soon replaced by the terror of realization that she had to step OUT of the
bathroom to remove the doorstop and be able to close the door so she could
finish changing.  Still clutching her breasts and pubes, she peeked out to
see if anyone was around and edged her way out a little, stretching her
foot as far as it could go to reach the doorstop with the toe of her pump.
Her exasperation grew with her failure to do so, and she finally relented
an stepped out, releasing her arm from her breasts and bending down to
manually remove it.

   Jenny's bends are famously revealing due to her daffy inability to
realize she should bend her knees a little, so her round rump rose and
spread as she did so, barely covered by the pantyhose.  It gave a little
shake despite the confining hosiery, but by the time she had finally freed
the stubborn doorstop she had wiggled her bottom mightily in the process.
And that was when she felt the hands on her bottom cheeks.

   Her eyes blinked open to saucer-size and her mouth formed the perfect
"oh" of surprise.  Then as her jaw dropped and the fingers of both hands
splayed open, she felt her bum being squeezed and she squealed!  Bolting
upright only served to loosen the muscles of her cheeks, which were
previously flexed, and that gave the smiling cook even more available
bottom to fondle.  He giggled with pleasure at the feel of her round behind
under the hose.

   "AAAAHHHH!!!!" Jenny yelled and gave a little hop from the grab, pulling
free and stumbling into the bathroom with both hands covering her bottom,
the door blessedly coming closed behind her.

   She whirled around and grabbed the knob, pressing the knob button to
lock it.  She felt her skin grow hot and glanced up at her red face in the
mirror as she heard the piercing wolf whistle on the other side of the
door.

   Jenny began stuttering her "ohmygods" as she fumbled with the uniform,
hastily pulling it over her head and down her curvaceous body, smoothing
the skirt and holding the bottom of the zipper as she tried in vain to pull
the zipper clasp up past the mangled tines.

   No good.  The stretchy material molded around her boobs and squished
them together sufficiently to create a deep cleavage and the un-done up
zipper exposed that deep cleft halfway down her breasts.

   IF she moved gingerly that is..

   How in the world was she going to face the man who fondled her bottom
was what Jenny was thinking as she opened the door and peeked out.  She
distractedly held one hand splayed across the top of her breasts because
she was so conscious of how much cleavage was on display due to that
mangled zipper.

   Her other hand had a tight grip on the front of her stretchy pink
waitress uniform, pulling it down hard across her crotch.  Was it her
imagination or was this uniform not only too tight and seemed to form a
second skin across her curvaceous body, but distinctly felt as well like it
was creeping up at the hem with her every movement?  Her eyes darted around
the kitchen area as she eased a pointed toe of her sexy black heels
forward, her body following in a sliding motion, her nervousness over the
revealing nature of her uniform compounded by the fact that she wore so
little underneath it.

   She whispered "ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.." over and over as she
mentally prayed that her uniform wasn't nearly as transparent as she
remembered it being earlier, and that the apron she hoped to quickly find
was sufficiently large to cover it if it was!

   "Hey beautiful, I hope I didn't startle you there.." came a voice behind
her and to her left, "I was sure your as..uh..  I mean YOU were someone
else I knew.  Ya' see, I wasn't exactly gazin' at your ..uh, face, that
is," that last part delivered with a sniggering voice.

   Jenny had been peering around the door frame in the other direction at
the time, and jumped in fright, spinning around towards the sound, looking
enough like a deer caught in the headlights to bring forth a chuckle from
the grinning cook.

   "Oh!..uh, I..er..uh, could really use an apron if you know where one
is?!" stammered the blushing Jenny.

   "Sure, beautiful.." he replied, "right over there," he indicated by
hooking a thumb over his shoulder.

   "Oh, thank you!" gushed Jenny as she clutched her uniform in one place
after another, pulling and stretching it to cover as much as she could, off
in the direction he had pointed out to her, high heels clicking across the
kitchen floor.

   Unfortunately for Jenny, where she need to get too required that she
slide by the cook and a cutting table, so that she was forced to twist
herself sideways and take little steps to ease by.  She blushed
dramatically as the cook did little to give way to her progress, and even
seemed to insinuate himself more in the narrow passageway so as to
necessitate a squeezing of their bodies together.

   Jenny, for her part, did all she could so as to not brush up against the
man too brazenly, but her bulging bosom betrayed her and squished hard
against his chest, deepening her cleavage as he leaned against her and rose
up, pushing her round, creamy breasts further out the top their restrictive
bodice.  The brownish-pink of her aerioles peeked into view as the top of
her boobs bulged and heaved below his gaze.

   At the same time, Jenny did all she could to pull herself back and away
from the extremely embarrassing predicament, forcing her round rump against
the cutting table and hooking the back hem of her uniform on a protruding
cooking utensil hook fastened to the side of the table.  She barely noticed
this, however, in her present distress and when she finally did wiggle by
the leering fellow the base of the long center seam in the back of her
uniform had popped, as the stretchy material pulled free from the hook. 
She did notice the "snap" of the material as it pinged her nylon-clad rear
end and she gave a little "Eew!" in response, cutely reaching back to cup
her bottom.

   The cook smiled and gave an appreciative look at her retreating
backside. He was sure that he had never seen a more perfectly shaped
posterior in his life and was determined to get his hands on it again.

   Jenny's little nervous trot to the back of the kitchen in the tight
uniform did a great job of jiggling her soft, rounded bottom and barely
contained bosom.  Her heels clicked across the floor and she reached up
unconsciously to adjust her pinned-up hair, unaware that her uniform rose
with her arms and revealed the lower half of her cheeks to the man behind
her.

   He groaned and grabbed his stiffening member, actually letting out a
gasp when she bent down and displayed even more bottom as she pick up an
apron from the stack on the folding chair by the back door.

   Her long, luscious legs would have looked good enough bare, but in the
slightly darker nylon of her pantyhose they were gorgeous.  And her behind
was magnificent!..  as he noticed that the pantyhose were sheer and the
only indication they were even there was the dark seam that ran right along
the crack of her cheeks.

   As Jenny straightened up her uniform skirt fell back down to just barely
cover those cheeks and she turned and faced the man, whose stare seemed
transfixed on her lower body.  That soon changed as his eyes rose to take
in the curve of her hips and the indentation of her trim waist, rising
still, to gaze in wonder at her breasts.  Jenny did little to dissuade his
attention by inadvertently sticking her 38-DD boobs out by reaching back
with both arms to tie the back of her apron.

   "Oh my goodness!" thought the buxom blonde, as she noticed that the
apron only had a semi-circular front panel that hung down from her waist
with a wavy hem bordering it.  It didn't cover the top of her uniform at
all, leaving her protruding bosom visible.  It also was a very short panel
itself, and just came to the front hem of her skirt.

   As she was tying it behind her she looked down and saw in the bright
light of the kitchen that the darker circles of her nipple area were
discernible beneath the material, and that the movement of her bare nipples
beneath the tight nylon had stimulated them enough to cause them to stiffen
and poke the material out suggestively.  She reflexively brought her hands
to her breasts to cover the embarrassing exposure and looked up to see the
man staring at her with his mouth open.

   His reverie, and her squirming, came to a halt as the other waitress
slammed open the swinging door and yelled at the both of them to get off
their asses.  Didn't he see the order tickets piling up on the wheel? ..or
was he too busy making sure she had tits? ..were her comments directed
towards the horny cook.

   For Jenny she reserved her most sarcastic voice, however, and asked her
if she was ready now or did she want a formal invitation?  This made Jenny
feel very guilty and temporarily forget her revealing uniform enough to
jiggle over to the counter and hurriedly grab the order pad.  She held on
to it with one hand and the hem of her skirt with the other as she followed
the waitress through the door and into the seating area, beginning her
first waitressing ever..

   The only patrons left from breakfast were a large truck driver at the
counter and two pair of men seated at a table and an adjoining booth.  They
all looked up as the waitresses came through the door from the kitchen. 
The trucker had seen Jenny earlier in her business suit but the other men
had not, and their silverware clanked down on their plates and their food
lay un-chewed in their mouths as they stared wide-eyed at the beautiful
blonde.

   A soft whistle of appreciation drifted in the silence of the diner as
the older waitress turned to Jenny and announced that she was going on
break to have a cigarette out back, and that everyone except the two with
coffee had ordered, and to take their orders down on the pad and put it on
the wheel, as well as see if everyone else was okay with coffee, and she
showed Jenny the percolating coffee pot behind the counter on the hot
plate.

   Jenny nodded seriously and was paying rapt attention while she absent
mindedly tugged at her skirt hem and chewed on her lower lip.  She was
concentrating very hard on everything she was being told and didn't notice
the lustful stares of the male patrons around her.

   For their part, they were taking in the enormous size of her breasts and
the creamy softness of their bare, exposed areas.  They were bulging out
the top of her dress and displayed a deep, long cleavage down to their base
due to the halfway zipped up uniform.  The cute blonde's nipples were very
prominent, and her aeriolas made dark visible circles, making it abundantly
clear she was bra-less under her clothes.

   Her long, curvy legs in the sheer pantyhose seemed to rise up forever in
that short skirt.  And her sexy heels stood her up straight and forward,
not only accenting the curve of her legs but causing her back to arch and
her breasts to thrust forward and her rear end to jut out to compensate. 
The effect of which was an extremely erotic posture, only added to by the
innocent, baby-faced expression on the blonde's face.  She seemed like a
voluptuous Cupie Doll in a stretchy, tight pink uniform and frilly white
apron, both of which barely covered her.

   Jenny timidly looked out at her first customers and wondered what to do
first.  Then she remembered that one pair of men had not ordered yet and
she looked at her order pad and realized she had no pencil.  Looking around
by the cash register she found one but in her nervousness she dropped it
and it rolled away into the aisle between the counter and the booths. 
Jenny hopped after it in her clicking heels, setting her breasts to bobbing
up and down and the hem of her uniform on a creeping course northward.

   Reaching down with one hand, as if to grab it as she bounced forward,
and holding the order pad with the other, her hem rose without a checking
influence.  By the time the pencil stopped rolling and Jenny came to a halt
and made her deep bend to grab it, the clingy fabric had bunched up at her
waist, and all that prevented an unrestricted view of her blonde bush was a
small white panel of white fabric sewn into the pantyhose at the crotch.

   The men seated at the table and in the booth were treated to a glorious
look at Jenny's hanging bosom.  It swayed in front of her and threatened to
fall out of the stretchy, pink fabric.  The pressure of her large breasts
pulled down the material covering them and, although the zipper held it's
place, they bulged out of the top enough to expose all but her nipples and
some of her lower breast.  They sat transfixed at the vision of those
creamy globes bobbing and her rigid nipples pointing out.

   The truck driver sitting behind her at the counter practically rose from
his seat when he saw her skirt rise up to the top of her bottom.  He was
not expecting a bare set of of cheeks beneath the pantyhose and was
pleasantly caught off guard.

   Everyone sat mesmerized as the curvy blonde straightened herself and
grabbed the top of her uniform and pulled up, and then the hem of her skirt
and pulled down.  Then she smiled at everyone and blushed pink in her
cheeks and wiggled over to the men in the booth who were drinking coffee.

   "Can I get you gentleman anything to eat?" Jenny said innocently, as she
leaned forward and tempted gravity to release her bosom from the uniform.

   The men's eyes bulged almost as much as the top of the cute blonde's
breasts, and while one of them appeared speechless, the other grinned and
winked at Jenny.

   " Why sure, sweetcheeks.  I'm in the mood for some chicken this morning'
he said, ' how are your breasts?  Are they nice and plump?"

   The other man started to giggle as Jenny looked at them helplessly.  She
was oblivious to the innuendo but felt perplexed because she couldn't
answer the man's question.

   "I guess I could take you back to the kitchen and you could look at
them" stated Jenny in all seriousness.

   This only brought howls of laughter from the patrons and she blinked and
looked confused at what they found so funny in what she had said.

   The jokester was so pleased with her response he decided not to press it
further and just reassured her that all he really wanted was some eggs and
bacon.  His friend, on the other hand, had spent a good deal of time
stretching his neck around behind the stacked waitress, perusing her lovely
rounded bottom.  His eyes lit up with an idea.

   " Oh Miss, ya' know what I would really like ?" he said in feigned
innocence, and crooked his finger at Jenny as if to signal her to lean
close so she could hear his order clearly over the laughter.

   "What might that be Sir?" Jenny said, bending down and displaying not
only her cleavage to the seated men but a good deal of bottom cheek to the
men behind her at the next table.

   "I would really like to get my hands on some hot split buns.." he said
in the sudden silence, and to emphasize his meaning and make sure the
airheaded blonde got the gist of it, he reached around her as he said it
and cupped her bottom cheek with his hand and wiggled it up and down as the
patrons erupted in laughter and catcalls.

   Jenny stood straight up immediately and reached around to bat his hand
away and was blushing furiously, more than aware that she had no panties on
and the man's hand had jiggled her bare cheek beneath the pantyhose and he
most certainly knew that!

   "I'm just teasin' you dollface' he sputtered out between guffaws 'you
can bring me some scrambled eggs..".

   He licked his lips with satisfaction as he memorized the feel of that
luscious bottom in his hand.

   Jenny, for her part, remained transfixed for a moment in her
embarrassment and then realized she was supposed to write all this down and
chewed her lower lip in concentration as she scribble their order on the
order pad.  She didn't make it away from the quartet without one parting
shot, as one of the men seated at the table behind her managed to give her
bum a pinch as she wiggled by.

   This set the group laughing and whistling again as Jenny reacted so
predictably, squeaking an "EEW!" and hopping up from the goose, her breasts
and bottom jiggling.

   She wiggled away with one hand behind her cupping her pinched fanny and
with a blush creeping across her face and down her neck.

   "My!  The men around here sure don't control their hands very well!"
thought Jenny as she went back behind the counter and tore off the order
from the pad.

   As she reached over and up to attach it to the metal wheel between the
counter and the kitchen, her hem rose and afforded the trucker at the
counter a wonderful look at those beautiful legs and and the bottom of her
gorgeous fanny.  He thought he might just sit here all day, and to hell
with his deliveries!

   Surprisingly, Jenny began to waitress with some proficiency despite the
occasional comment and pat on the rump.  She delivered the breakfasts, as
well as a number of coffee refills, and was feeling like she was getting
the hang of it as she trotted back and forth between her customers and the
order wheel behind the counter.

   She was still acutely aware of her lack of underwear however, and how
uncomfortably short her uniform was, so to compensate she was being very
careful about her hem, tugging it down as far as she could prior to any
bending.  And her steps, while rapid, were checked sufficiently so as to
not allow a long stride from raising it as well.  There was not much she
could do about her breast exposure since her zipper was stuck at the base
of her big, soft globes, but she tugged the sides together as best she
could when she thought of it and hoped no one was looking too carefully at
how transparent the uniform was, especially over the darkened area of her
nipples.  The material rubbing across their surface was stimulating them to
prominence, however, and they were definitely being noticed despite her
wishful thinking.

   Gladys, the grumpy older waitress, had returned from her smoke break and
was taking care of her customers.  Jenny was left to filling the trucker's
coffee cup and waiting for her first pair of customers to finish their
meal. When they did, she scurried over to their table to clear the table.

   And they waited for her to do it too!  As she picked up their plates,
with their cups and silverware balanced on each, she was rewarded with a
unique tip from each of the leering men.  As soon as they were sure that
Jenny's hands were truly full and unable to fend anything off they began
telling her what a great waitress she was, and how much they appreciated
her service, and how they both wanted her to have a little extra something
from them.  And with that, they each reached over from either side of Jenny
and tucked a fiver into the top of her uniform.  Their double "tucking"
from either side, of course, pulled her uniform in opposite directions!

   POP!

   Her breasts bounced out of their precarious enclosure with a wobble!

   "OHMYGOD!" she shrieked as every eye in the place watched her beautiful
bosom jiggle free.

   Her hard, large nipples were pinkish red and swollen.  A blush of
embarrassment spread across her face and down to her chest as she looked
around frantically, hopping from foot to foot.  Not even thinking to just
put the plates down and cover herself up, Jenny panicked and struck off at
a wiggling trot toward the kitchen door, her heels clicking on the
linoleum. She tried desperately to keep everything balanced as her bare
breasts bounced around in front of her.  The men were cheering and hooting
as Jenny's boobs bobbed up and down with her every step and she mewled "oh!
oh!  oh!  oh!.." as she wiggled that ample form across the restaurant with
innocent sensuality.  The cups and silverware were dancing on the plate
surfaces from her shaky hand's trying to hold them still.  Just as she was
about to get safely to the swinging door, the trucker from the counter
reached over and deftly pulled her skirt up to her waist in back!

   The restaurant erupted in catcalls and and whistles.  They all marveled
at her lovely behind, barely covered in shear hosiery, jiggling up and down
with the cadence of her step.  So as Jenny lurched forward through the door
to the kitchen all her voluptuous, bare roundness, both front and back,
heaved up and down, unconfined.  Her jiggling cheeks were cutely framed by
the hitched up dress and the white bow of her apron sat atop them, as if
her behind was a sexy, wrapped birthday present.

   Jenny crashed through the door and skidded to a stop in her four inch
heels, waving her arms to keep the plates balanced, and came face to face
with the grinning cook.  He couldn't believe his good fortune and licked
his lips as his greedy gaze took in the blonde's huge bosom, naked and
inviting.  He offered to help her with the dishes, and stepped forward so
as to stand directly in front of Jenny, his face inches away from her
jutting boobs.

   As he took the plates from her and quickly set them down, Jenny's hands
flew down to the hem of her skirt to cover herself.  Wasting no time, he
began "helping" her stuff her breasts back in her uniform!  Jenny looked
down helplessly, as the man pulled out each side of her uniform with one
hand and them used his other to squeeze and fondle each of her breasts in
his effort to push them back in their enclosure.  He managed to get some of
them covered but made sure the nipples on either side were just peeking
out, so that he could grab hold of each with his fingers and pinch them a
little as he worked them under the material fabric.

   "Ooooooooh!  Dear me!" Jenny exclaimed as her eyes went wide as saucers
and a flush of sensation cascaded over her body.

   She quickly stepped back as soon as she could and covered her bosom with
her hands, blushing furiously.

   "You look like you could use a break Sweetheart, ..here, have seat and
take a load off" the cook said and scooted a high stool her way.

   He picked up the dishes and took them to the sink, dumping them in the
frothy water, making short time of it however, as he didn't want to miss
seeing this busty babe climb on to the stool in her short skirt.

   And Jenny didn't disappoint him either, as she took a good minute
getting up there.  She tried in vain to hold down her skirt hem as she
reached back and placed a hand on the back of the stool.  Hooking a heel on
the lower stool rung, she wiggled her hips and did little bounces to try
and heave her cute behind up on the surface of the seat.  Not having a
great deal of success, but definitely jiggling her her breasts almost free
from the uniform top, she finally succumbed to the inevitable, and hooked
her heel on a higher rung and reached back with both hands behind her to
grasp the seat.  Her raised leg pulled the uniform up to her waist and it
was a toss up what to look at first, her exposed pubic area beneath the
nylon hose, or her dramatically bouncing breasts!

   As she plopped her soft backside down on the seat she hooked her other
heel on the top stool rung as well, which raised her knees higher than her
waist.  Those long, beautiful legs ended at the seat with the soft back of
her thighs facing forward and her sex poking out between them, with nothing
available to hide it even if Jenny had noticed, which she hadn't.

   She held one hand to her her cleavage and yanked the front of her skirt
as far forward as she could with the other.  This caused the back of her
uniform to pull up to the top of her buttocks in back and her nylonized
buns hung off the back of the stool enticingly.  She wiggled and jiggled on
the seat in an attempt at modesty but it was a short lived performance.

   Gladys came storming back in the kitchen and goosed Jenny's left cheek
with her sharp pencil and screamed that she needed help out there because
the lunch crowd was beginning to arrive.  She added a few sarcastic
comments about Jenny's lack of underwear and if she thought she might be
able to keep herself tucked in from now on, and then left.

   Jenny squeaked a cute "Ow!" and grabbed her poked behind, and then
struggled to get off the stool without completely exposing herself to the
hungry gaze of the cook.  But by the time her feet reached the floor the
stretchy pink uniform was bunched up under the short white apron in front
and nothing impeded the view of her blonde bush except the sheer pantyhose.
She knocked her knees together and crouched as she reached under the apron
with both hands to retrieve the skirt hem, wide eyed and red-faced.

   When she whirled around, away from the cook and towards the door to hide
her condition,all she ended up doing was showing her rear end to him.  He
mumbled something about her having a great ass and gave her bum a quick
slap, propelling her out the door to the restaurant, Jenny crying out a
high pitched "OUCH!" from the spank and stumbling into view of the patrons
clutching her buttocks with both hands, her almost bare breasts jutting
forward.

   The restaurant was beginning to fill up for lunch, and all the patrons
were male working class types that thoroughly enjoyed watching the busty
blonde in the skimpy pink uniform.  Jenny tried to be polite and helpful in
her innocent way, and was beginning to think that all the little pats on
her rump were their way of showing appreciation for her efforts.  She was
oblivious to all the attention her boobs were getting and had no idea that
all those requests for coffee from men directly on the opposite side of the
tables from her were only to assure that she bent way over and hung those
huge breast over the tables for everyone's inspection.

   Her enormous bosom strained at the fabric and threatened to tumble out
at each request, and more than a few patrons took that exact moment to
reach for something in the table center and brush their hands against her
protruding nipples and bulging breasts, Jenny taking it all as accidental.

   Her constant bending and stretching over the tables so dramatically, had
other effects as well.  She often raised a beautiful leg up in back to
compensate for a stretch and the curvy, nylon encased legs in the sexy
black high heels were stunning to behold.  But if that wasn't enough, her
luscious round bottom invariable came into view as well as the stretchy
pink uniform rose high on her backside.  The soft, bulging cheeks in the
sheer hosiery, exposed to all behind her, was too tempting a target for
some.

   She often ended up spilling some coffee and bolting upright with a "Ew!"
as stray fingers pinched her bottom or grasping palms gave a cheek a quick
squeeze.  Jenny couldn't pass those off as being merely friendly, and
invariably whirled around with a cute pout and look of consternation at the
smirking men.  But there was no way to tell which one had done it so she
just "harumphed" and wiggled off, leaving a trail of whistles and laughter
behind her.

   Jenny's most perilous moments were just as before, when she had her
hands full of dishes and couldn't protect herself.  Then she would attempt
to keep her plates balanced, wobbling around in high heels, often having to
squeeze herself between tables and the men in them.  Sometimes she would
get help from her patrons, as they would grab hold of her hips on either
side and "steady" her, but often those hands strayed and caressed those
silky legs on up her skirt.  On those occasions she became even more wobbly
as she squirmed and wiggled and pressed her legs together tightly to resist
their fondlings.

   Her breasts were not immune to these incidents as well, and more than a
few times a nipple was tweaked or one or another of those luscious globes
were cupped and squeezed.  Her protestations were adorably cute and
predictable, as she cooed or squeaked an "Oh!",or "Ouch!", and blushed
dramatically, while all her abundant womanly attributes jiggled and jumped
in reaction.

   And the tips were incredible, if sometimes offered in an unconventional
way.  Quite a few fingers were treated to the touch of her soft, creamy
breasts as they managed to deposit bills down her blouse front.  And if a
finger strayed over an erect nipple it was to be expected, as they were so
prominent and stiff from all the stimulation she was receiving they begged
for it.  On a couple occasions the more adventurous patrons managed to wait
until Jenny's hands were full of plates and they actually got a tip
deposited in the waist band of her pantyhose in back.

   This, of course, had the effect of raising her uniform skirt to the top
of her cute, round bottom and required her to try and get all the way to
the kitchen, often being patted and pinched on the way, to finally be able
to pull her skirt down (with the cook's help, as you can well imagine!).

   This didn't go unnoticed by Gladys and she was making sure Jenny put all
these monies in the tip can in the kitchen.  But all the attention she was
getting was still unnerving to the woman, and she became miffed as more and
more patrons actually requested Jenny serve them rather than her.

   It was these events that led up to Gladys deciding to get rid of the
blonde bimbo.  The opportunity presented itself when she noticed a single
dangling thread at the back hem of Jenny's skirt.  Previously Jenny had
tried to scoot past the lecherous cook in the kitchen and in doing so she
managed to snag the hem right at the seam that ran up the back of her
uniform.  And now, as she was pouring coffee at the counter, Gladys noticed
it and thought she might be "helpful" and pull that loose thread.  But as
she did she found that it just got longer, and seemed to be the main seam
thread that ran up the back of the bimbo's uniform.

   So in a flash of inspiration she tied it to her pencil in a few deft
twirls, giggling to herself.  She then offered the pencil to Jenny, putting
it in the front pocket of the blonde's apron, saying something about not
having time to find a sharp one when you were in a rush.  Jenny thanked her
and went about her business filling the cups of the counter customers.

   As events played out during the lunch rush hour, the Blue Plate
restaurant became more crowded than it had ever been.  This might have had
something to do with the citizen band radio traffic between the truck
drivers that departed and the ones on the road near the diner, who were
regaled enthusiastically with a description of the gorgeous blonde waitress
and her heavenly knockers.  Whatever the cause, every seat and stool was
taken, and even available standing room had men sipping coffee and watching
Jenny maneuver through the throng.

   It became a little unnerving to her that her every wiggle, bend, and
stretch was followed by raucous hoots and whistles, but she was more
concerned with avoiding the gropes and pinches to be too concerned.

   When she returned to the crowded restaurant floor after receiving her
"gift" from Gladys,she knew she had a table to wait on that was the
furthest away from the counter entrance and kitchen door.  So she took a
big deep breath and adjusted her uniform as best she could, tugging up and
down on various parts to cover the maximum about of exposed flesh.  As an
added precaution she wisely cupped her rear end to ward off any grabs on
her way through the crowd.  She looked adorable doing this, clicking by in
her heels with her chest thrust out and her arms pulled back behind her,
her breasts bouncing to the rhythm of her steps.  It was due to that
posture, however, that led to inevitable for Jenny on her way there.

   In the middle of the restaurant, her increasingly strained zippered end
at the bottom of her cleavage clicked and lost it's ability to hold
together, and the zipper opened up with an audible "ZZZZRRRRIIIIIP!",
whipping down to it's beginning point somewhere beneath her little frilly
white apron.

   "OH NO!  OH DEAR ME!  NOT AGAIN!"screamed Jenny as her bountiful bosom
once again popped out from it's confines.

   With her arms behind she had very little control over the shake and
wobble of her enormous breast as they slowly bounced to a stop after their
dramatic and appreciated exit.  The restaurant came alive with laughter and
cheers, as every man near her crowded closer still, pressing up against her
with their eyes aglow and their mouths salivating.

   Jenny quickly grabbed either side of her agape uniform and pulled it
together, holding it tightly to her with one hand and returned the other to
her backside for protection there, squeezing her way the best she could
through the crowd of men.  She was flustered and bright red from
embarrassment but made it to the table she was headed for after brushing
her voluptuous body against a dozen men.

   While holding her uniform together with one hand in front, and doing an
admirable job of covering up at least a small part of her breasts, she got
her order pad out of her apron pocket with her other hand.  Then she
briefly let go of the front of her separated uniform as she shifted the pad
to that hand and pressed it close up against her bulging breasts.  She was
trying to hold the two uniform sides together, and, hopefully, cover a
little more of all that soft, creamy skin that was erupting from the
uniform in a number of places . It actually got a little quieter as
everyone -(TM)s attention was focused on Jenny's uniform front, and all
minds were hoping she would lose the battle of trying to keep it closed.

   " So, what would you like?" Jenny innocently said as she reached for the
pencil in her pocket.

   I know what you're thinking, you think that Jenny grabbed the pencil
with the thread from the back seam of her uniform.  Well, you're partially
right.  What Jenny did was fumble one-handed for a pencil and managed to
pull both pencils out of her pocket and then drop the threaded one back in
and bring up her original pencil to the pad to take the orders with.  But
the pencil with the thread didn't make it back in Jenny's pocket.

   Bad aim I guess.  And no, it didn't clatter to the floor, the thread
wouldn't have let it anyway.  No, it fell errantly in the lap of the
customer to her right.  The man noticed and picked it up to return it to
her, but no words came out as he held it aloft, his attention being riveted
to the stacked blonde's boobs.  He was as interested in seeing if she could
keep those beautiful breasts contained as everyone else in the restaurant.

   So Jenny took the orders of the seated men and kept the order pad to her
chest simultaneously holding a handful of uniform from either side of her
breasts.  As she departed she kept that hand where it was, to everyone's
consternation, and even wrapped her other arm around her chest.  She was
determined to get back to the kitchen bathroom without exposing her breasts
again.

   And then it happened.

   The man holding the pencil first noticed the resistance as Jenny whirled
around to leave.  He quickly figured out that the pencil he was holding was
attached to the gorgeous waitress' uniform right at the base of her cute
rear end, which he had his eyes glued to anyway.  And he and the other very
observant men couldn't help but notice as well that, as Jenny squirmed her
way through the men standing near her, the taunt thread was pulling out
further and unraveling the seam that went directly up the center of her
bottom.  The further she wiggled away the higher the unraveling went, and
the tight stretchy pink uniform began separating up the back.

   At first only a couple inches of nylon covered cheek and her crack began
to show in the upside down "V" of absent material behind Jenny.  This was
primarily because her passage was not very swift as the men crowded in
front of her in hopes of her boobs busting out again.  But a whispered
communication in the direction of Jenny's progress soon changed things.

   Jenny's expression changed dramatically from one of worry to surprise as
the men parted in front of her and gave her a long aisle in which to walk
back.  She actually stopped, she was so surprised, and glanced around a
little, confused but grateful.

   "Well thank you!" Jenny bubbled to the men as they watched her intently.


   The seam had split and her uniform had spread apart up to the middle of
her bottom.  There was an audible intake of breath from the grinning,
silent men as she took a step forward.

   She had a cute smile on her face now, and although she was still
grasping material and trying to cover her chest she was completely
oblivious to the goings on behind her.  As she bounced ahead in her
trademark jiggly walk the thread became taunt and rose up her back,
unraveling the seam and exposing her entire bottom covered in the sheer
pantyhose.

   The dark seam of the pantyhose came out from between her cheeks where
her crack ceased and continued to the waistband.  The, apparently, quite
sturdy nylon thread continued it's progress up and under the cute white bow
of her apron, and ran on up her back to the top of her uniform.

   When Jenny's wiggling, round rump came into view a piercing wolf whistle
rang through the restaurant and the men erupted in a cheer, laughing and
hooting and jostling each other for a clear view.  Jenny jumped with a
start when this happened and picked up her pace towards the kitchen door,
not knowing what an impressive view she was offering.

   Jenny did notice one thing different during all this commotion, she
noticed that she was more than able to bring the front of her uniform
together.  In fact, the material was slack and pulling easily forward.  As
she looked down confused she absent mindedly pulled it forward and away
from her body and her short sleeves on either side came off her shoulders
and slid down her arms.  She was inadvertently stripping herself as her
breasts and perky nipples came into view again.

   Even one so slow on the uptake as Jenny could figure out that if so much
material was showing up in front she must be losing some elsewhere, and she
turned her head and looked over her shoulder.

   "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" she screamed and twirled, instinctively reaching
back with her hands to cover her exposed behind.

   The front of her uniform fell down to her waist when she did this and
she shrieked again and pulled her hands up to hide her breasts, pulling her
arms free of the uniform completely.  She reacted to that by holding one
arm across her chest and reaching down to grab the uniform flopped over her
apron.  And as she pulled it up to cover her boobs she pulled it out from
the apron in front so that now it was just a wad of pink material she held
to her chest!

   "Ouch!" Jenny chirped, as she felt her fleshy bottom get pinched from
behind.

   She gave a little hop and turned around to face the pincher, her hands
instinctively cupping her offended rump and a cute pout on her face.  This
brought enthusiastic hoots and catcalls from the crowd because she ended up
dropping her uniform and was essentially standing there naked in sheer
pantyhose and a small, white apron in sexy, 4-inch black heels, holding her
delicious bottom, with her enormous breasts thrust out!

   The men could barely contain themselves, and more than a few were
holding themselves, bug-eyed and slacked jawed.  Not all were idle,
however, as an arm stretched out from the crowd with a pointed index finger
and tweaked Jenny's erect left nipple, which popped back up in it's
rigidity, pink and stiff.

   "Oooooooo!" she cooed and brought her hands up to cup her breasts and
hide her nipples in her palms.

   She turned bright red from embarrassment and whirled around in a circle
with a panicked look on her face, giving the entire group ample views of
her gorgeous body from all angles.  She finally realized she should look
for her uniform, but glancing down was impossible for Jenny, her breasts
were just too large and prominent to allow that.

   So she did what she could to see the ground, which was to bend at the
waist.  And it was outstanding to see.  She still held her breasts in her
cupped hands but her cleavage was magnificent and her round, creamy globes
were barely hidden from view.  And, of course, her long curvy legs in the
hose were sexy as hell, especially in those heels.  But her upturned
bottom, encased in sheer nylon, was just too enticing.  Her two perfectly
round rump cheeks seemed poised in midair, topped off by a cute white bow.
Her pretty pink labia were just peeking out from between her legs, slightly
visible beneath the beige nylon.

   It was inevitable I guess, but it certainly caught Jenny by surprise,
that one of the men behind her would grab her bottom.  And he did so by
first grasping the waistband of her pantyhose and pulling them down to just
below her cheeks.  And then using both hands he squeezed each cheek and
vigorously moved them up and down alternately in a kind of circular motion.
They moved as firm, white balls smooth skin and felt fantastic in his hands
for the few seconds it took Jenny to bolt upright and throw her hands in
the air, jumping out of his grasp and sending her breasts skyward.  They
bounced on her chest with a life of their own, and didn't stop as she
pranced away in her high heels.

   She squeaked and squealed as her smooth bare bottom received a number of
pats and squeezes down the aisle.  She was too quick for a lot of fellows
though, but not the burly trucker at the counter, who had been there since
Jenny's arrival that morning.  He scooped a big hand around as she wiggled
past toward the kitchen door, and gave her naked, wiggling rump a quick
slap!  She lurched upward and gave a high pitched squeak, as her bosom
bounced with her now pink behind, in a lovely jiggle that was the parting
view to the cheering patrons as Jenny bounded through the swinging door.

   Jenny ran straight for the bathroom to retrieve her clothes, trying in
vain to hide her genitalia and breasts, but had given up on her cute, pink
bum.  And squeezing by the cook this time was even more difficult, as there
was just too much bare flesh and not enough space.  Of course he made it
twice as difficult as before and helped her along with his guiding hands,
holding a breast here and a buttock there, until she finally got by him.

   But all she found in the bathroom was her purse, which she grabbed and
ran with.  She held her purse over her blonde pubes, and used her other
hand to try and cover her bare bottom this time by the cook, so he just
took the opportunity that presented itself and cupped his hands as best he
could around her bulging breasts as she wiggled and shimmied by him.  He
smiled at her in a way that left no doubt in her mind that she would never
see this morning's wardrobe again.

   Jenny lost the last stitch of opaque clothing she had on her way through
the restaurant to the entrance.  Gladys made sure of that as she screeched
at the bouncing naked blonde that she wasn't going to be stealing any
aprons from her, and grabbed at the bow sitting atop Jenny's bare pink
bottom.  It came untied and whipped off Jenny, hanging from the old
waitress' hand, and Jenny squealed in embarrassment.

   So finally the adorable blonde with the bubble boobs made it out of the
Blue Plate restaurant, when she had exposed her beautiful body to scores of
horny men, and had been fondled briefly and been almost stripped
completely. They piled out after her to watch her wiggling progress across
the uneven parking lot surface in her sexy, black high heels.

   She was trying to cover her pubic area with her purse but often had to
pull it away as she waved her arm around to balance herself from falling as
she wobbled off.  That exposed her crotch and her blonde pubic hairs, that
shone in the bright sunlight where they peeked over the top of her
pantyhose waistband that lay pulled down to the top of her thighs in front
and just below her bottom cheeks in back.  Her sometimes free arm was
totally inadequate at hiding her 38 DD chest, which bounced
enthusiastically in front of her, with proud, erect pink nipples pointing
the way.

   Her long, beautiful legs were dazzling in their entire view, and were
incredibly cute when she knocked her knees together and pointed her toes
inward in an embarrassed posture, attempting to hide her sex from the
lustful stares around her.  Her shapely bare bottom cheeks in full
sunlight, exposed above the pantyhose, galvanized all eyes occasionally,
however, as they jiggled and shook with the sway of her hips and the bounce
of her step.

   It wasn't easy making her way to her car across the unpaved ground in
her heels and she was moving as fast as she could but was acutely aware of
her whistling, hooting audience and her face was brightly flushed and she
was chanting "0hmygod!"s continually between the occasional squeak when she
felt herself tripping and about to fall.

   Jenny didn't fall though and made it to her car door and fumbled with
her keys purse to find her car keys for what seemed likes hours to her,
while she hopped from foot to foot in agitation, whispering
"oh..oh..oh..oh!" as the restaurant patrons cheered.  Her bouncing rear and
wobbling breasts were deliciously active with all that hopping, and she was
getting more and more flustered and embarrassed as she heard the men behind
her cheering and clapping her performance.

   Of course she dropped her keys.  She IS Jenny, after all.  And her
innocently deep bend to retrieve them was a fantastic mooning to the
audience behind her, and the ultimate parting shot.  It was greeted with a
thunderous cheer of approval which caused Jenny to look back over her
shoulder when she straightened up with an adorable look of embarrassed
surprise, and a blush seemed to creep all the way down to suffuse her bare
round bottom.

   She turned her attention back to hurriedly opening her car door and slid
into the front seat, giving the men approaching her car a great last view
of her bouncing bosom as she gave out an "Eek!" and popped up off the seat
momentarily as she felt the heat of the upholstery on her bare backside. 
She got her car started after repeatedly trying and grinding the ignition
as her car was surrounded by her enthusiastic followers, and she squirmed
and jiggled in her seat as she felt their eyes running over her beautiful
naked body.  She eased out of the parking lot for fear of running one of
them over as they were all around her car and made her escape difficult.

   Jenny sighed heavily and slumped down in her seat as far as she could
one she was on the road back to her house, vowing to never take another job
where a man was present again.  Then a shudder rippled through her and
jiggled her breasts again, as she thought of just HOW she was going to get
in her house and past her neighbors (especially one in particular) in her
present nakedness.

   "Oh my god!" she whispered to herself.



  
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   Jenny Gets Wet by Mustang Diamond

   Jenny was all dolled up in white tight fitting dress and matching thin
high-heels.  Ordinarily, she wouldn -(TM)t have worn such a risquĂ(C)
outfit, but she was meeting her husband at a special business affair and he
asked her -"too nicely to refuse -"to wear something  -śspectacular. -ť He
said he wanted to make a good impression and that a big deal depended on
it. So, after trying in vain to find something in her wardrobe that would
fit the spectacular category, she resorted to calling her friend Ashley to
ask her if she could please borrow a dress for tonight.

   Ashley immediately started scheming to get her bubbly-blonde-bombshell
of a friend into the most daring outfit possible.  With a little luck (or
bad luck for Jenny) she might be able to set her up for some embarrassing
fun.  This, if you are a follower of Jenny -(TM)s misadventures, did not
seem too far fetched.  She could usually talk Jenny into wearing the most
troublesome outfits.  She told Jenny she had just the ticket and that she
would be right over with it.  Jenny was a little unsure, and asked her what
she had in mind.

    -śNever mind, it -(TM)s the most perfect dress for a business occasion,
-ť Ashley replied and hung up before she could argue.

   She then pulled out a white, formal dress that was tight on her and she
knew Jenny would have trouble getting her CC bust into it, but she would
make sure she did.  With a pair of scissors, Ashley cut a few stitches in
strategic locations.  She hoped the dress would slowly rip its seams so
that Jenny wouldn -(TM)t suspect anything.  She was careful not to cut too
much so it didn -(TM)t show.

   She then picked out a set of skimpy panties, garter and hose, all in
white.  She also brought along a lacy bra that would provide no support,
but wouldn -(TM)t show under the tight bodice of the dress.  Might as well
get Jenny caught showing something worth looking at, she thought.

   She smiled as she planned her strategy for talking Jenny into this
outfit.  She was about to leave when she remembered that Jenny wore the
same size shoes as she, and so she grabbed her tallest white heels.  Jenny
will never know what hit her, she thought.

   At Jenny -(TM)s, Ashley laid out the outfit on the bed talking the whole
time about how wonderful Jenny would look.

   Knowing Jenny would never dress in front of anyone, she said,  -śI
-(TM)ll be in the kitchen if you need anything. -ť

   Jenny was now running late and had no choice but to start dressing as
quickly as she could.  She put on the undergarments first, but when she got
to the bra, she said out loud,  -śOh no.  This will never do.  I -(TM)ll
have to find one of my own to match. -ť

   So she picked out one of her least troublesome and sturdy bras and put
it on.  Next came the dress.  I sure hope I can fit into Ashley -(TM)s
dress, she thought.  But as she pulled it up and tried to zip up the back,
she couldn -(TM)t get it to go to the top.  Part of the problem was that it
was in the back and she could hardly reach it, but the more obvious reason
was that the dress was a good size too small.

    -śAshley, -ť she called.   -śI need help with the zipper. -ť

    -śBe right there. -ť Ashley replied and came running to see how Jenny
looked.

   As usual, Ashley was stunned and jealous of Jenny -(TM)s perfect curves.
Why does she look so good in everything, she thought.  But she fought back
the jealousy and started working on the zipper.  She noticed her bra on the
bed and figured Jenny was wearing on of her own.

    -śI think part of the problem is the bra you have on.  Oh, you didn
-(TM)t put on the one I brought.  This one makes the dress all lumpy and is
too thick to get the zipper past, -ť she lied smoothly.

   Jenny, gullible as always, believed her and said,  -śbut that one has no
support and is practically indecent it -(TM)s so sheer! -ť

    -śNonsense, -ť Ashley responded, I wear it all the time.

   Not wanting to point out the fact that she was much more well-endowed,
than her friend, Jenny said,  -śAll right.  If you think it will work. -ť
And went about modestly changing with her back to Ashley.

   When she had made the switch, Ashley carefully pulled up the zipper so
she wouldn -(TM)t break any of the weakened seams.

    -śGoodness, I can hardly breathe. -ť Jenny gasped.

    -śYou look sensational. -ť What was the word --  -ś -~spectacular
-(TM), -ť she said.

    -śReally? -ť Jenny naively asked.

   She was the kind of girl who just didn -(TM)t realize what a knockout
she was.

    -śReally, -ť Ashley repeated, swallowing her pride.   -śNow the shoes.
-ť

    -śI can -(TM)t wear heels that high! -ť Jenny exclaimed.

   They were a good 4 inches and had straps that wound around in a
crisscross pattern.  The heels were very slim and she knew she wouldn
-(TM)t be able to get around in them.

    -śNonsense, I wear them all the time. -ť Ashley said.

   Again, Jenny went along with her friends opinion and let her help put
them on.

   Arriving fashionably late (actually it seems she was always late), Jenny
had to park in the second lot.  And it was an all gravel lot at that.

   She couldn -(TM)t even find a place to park near the paved sidewalk. 
She slid out of her car and smoothed her dress down with one hand while
balancing with the other one on the car.  Now she had to decide whether to
struggle across the gravel lot in her high-heels (it was hard enough to
stand in them) or cut across the grass to the other parking lot, which was
paved.  Both distances seemed too far.

   As she started across the parking lot, she nearly fell and decided to
try the grass.  A fall on the gravel would ruin her hose at least.  She
didn -(TM)t even want to think about ripping a seam.

   All dolled up in the white tight-fitting dress and matching thin
high-heels, Jenny had to walk on her tiptoes on the grass to keep her heels
from sinking.  This wasn -(TM)t easy in Ashley -(TM)s 4 -ť high-heeled
shoes.  At least they had a strap that wrapped around her ankle, or she
might not have been able to keep them on her feet.  It seemed to her that
she would never make it to the party at the pace she was going.  The dress
was so tight, she had to take very small steps.  Add to that, the
high-heels and the grass, and her pace was nearly a crawl.

   Don -(TM)t even think about crawling, Jenny chided herself.  But she
couldn -(TM)t help it.  There was just too much time to kill as she
painstakingly made her way across the lawn.  She could just see herself
having to crawl in this dress!  She blushed at the thought of everyone
watching her crawling with her dress hitched up around her waist so she
could move her legs freely.  The scary thing was that she could easily
imagine such a predicament.  She remembered how sheer Ashley -(TM)s panties
were and she cringed, and had to stop for a break so she wouldn -(TM)t
fall.

    -śWhat am I thinking? -ť she asked aloud.   -śThere is no one even
watching me for once! -ť

   But she looked around just in case before starting out again, mincing
along carefully.

   Half way across the grass, the unthinkable happened: The irrigation
system kicked on.

   She was getting wet!  At first she didn -(TM)t know what to do.  She
looked both ways and realized she might as well go forward since it was
just as far to go back.  She tried to run, but the tight dress and
high-heels made it practically impossible.  A couple of times she nearly
lost her balance as her heel stuck in the ground.  With the noise of the
sprinklers all around her, Jenny didn -(TM)t hear the tell tale sounds of
her seams beginning to give way.  She thought about taking her shoes off,
but it would take some doing to undo the straps.  She wasn -(TM)t keen on
bending over in her tight dress.  With Jenny -(TM)s luck, she would rip
right out of her dress and somehow end up naked!  Besides that, her
stockings would be ruined running through the now wet grass.

   By the time she had shuffled off the grass, the white dress was so wet
it was virtually transparent.  She looked at herself and realized her
predicament.  Self-consciously, she crossed her arms over her breasts. 
There was no way she could go into the party all wet -"and indecent.

   Afraid someone would see her, Jenny decided to make her way back to her
car.  With the sprinklers going, she had to walk the long way around.  At
least she had the paved sidewalk on this side of the lawn, she thought. 
Her shoes made squishing noises that were louder that the clicking of her
heels on the pavement.  Thoroughly soaked, her clothing started to tug with
the weight of gravity.  She stopped to check and straighten herself out now
and then, not wanting to lose any of her thin modesty.  By this time, she
was shivering in the night air and was very unsteady on her high-heels. 
Her nipples were threatening to poke through the thin bra and dress.

   As she looked at her self, during one of her stops to make sure she was
still covered, she was appalled to see that the deep-v of the bodice was
getting deeper.  And, one of her nipples had escaped the inadequate bra and
was peeking out.  No wonder she was cold, she thought.  She tucked her
breasts back into the bra and tried to pull the dress up to cover the now
see-through bra.  It was no use, the material was stretched out and would
not stay up by itself.

   My only chance is to hurry to my car, Jenny thought, before someone
comes along and sees me.  She knew the only way to hurry in this dress was
to hitch it up so she didn -(TM)t have to take such small steps.  Looking
around and seeing no one, she steeled herself and worked the tight dress up
along her legs.  This actually had the effect of lessening the exposure of
her breasts and she felt a little lucky.  So she tugged a little more and
got the dress up high enough to free her legs.  Never mind that this left
the tops of her shinny wet hosiery and garters exposed.

    -śNo one will see me if I hurry. -ť She said to no one and started
trotting down the sidewalk, heels clicking and boobs bouncing.   -śOuch, -ť
she cried.

   She forgot that the bra gave her no support.  She let go of her dress
with one hand and tried as best as she could to support her bouncing
breasts with one arm across her chest.  She made it to the end of the
sidewalk and stopped at the gravel lot.

   She still had to cross the gravel lot to get to her car.  She stopped at
the edge to appraise her situation.  Since no one was around, she decided
to keep her dress hitched up.  She would try to hurry across the lot to get
to her car before anyone noticed.  As she started across the gravel, she
heard some people leaving the party.  I can -(TM)t be so late that people
are leaving already, she thought.

   Without thinking too hard, she stopped and tugged her dress down.  She
certainly didn -(TM)t want to make a spectacle of herself in front of her
husbands business associates.  But, that meant she had to get out of sight
and to her car.  She stumbled along walking away from the people who just
left the party.  Hopefully, they parked in the first lot, she thought.  She
was aware again of her nipples sliding out of her bra and realized they
were also showing above the drooping dress.  She stumbled as she tried to
pull the dress up to cover herself and thought she better not worry about
her nipples if she didn -(TM)t want to fall.  She was heading away from the
crowd at least.

   At the car, finally, she quickly opened the door and slid into the
drivers seat.  Maybe if I run the heater, I can dry out my clothes and
still make the party.  Jenny really hated to disappoint her husband.  So
she started the car and ran the heater on high.  The only way to dry out
the dress quickly was to take it off and drape it over the heater vents. 
Here we go again, Jenny thought, getting undressed in public.  But it was
dark out and no one seemed to be around so she unzipped the dress (now
easier since it was stretched out) and worked it down her body and then her
legs.

   Jenny spread the wet dress across the dash vents to dry.  Sitting on the
leather seats she realized that her undergarments were wet too, but there
wasn -(TM)t room on the dash to dry them.  As she sat waiting for her dress
to dry, people were arriving late and leaving early.  She sat low in her
seat and hoped for the best.

   Finally, the dress was dry enough to wear.  But, she was sitting in a
puddle on the leather seats.  Jenny figured she should remove her wet
underwear and move over to the passenger seat to put on the dress.  Now
naked she made the move when no one was around.  The dress went on tight
and was scratchy from drying.  Without her undergarments, this made her
even more aware of her state of undress.  No matter how hard she fought the
zipper, it just would not go up all the way.  She decided to find her
husband and get him to help finish zipping her up.  When she reached for
her shoes, she felt the familiar tightness from the dress that often
preceded a ripping of the seams.  Carefully, she unzipped the dress and put
on the shoes.  She then re-zipped the dress as far as she could and got out
of the car.  She closed the door so she could use the rearview mirror to
see how she looked.

   Standing, she looked in the mirror and at the same time she saw her
reflection, she turned bright red with embarrassment for her lack of
modesty and she realized that she had just locked her keys in the car since
they were still in the ignition and the car was still running.  Now she had
no choice but to find her husband and get him to help her out of her
situation.

   The dress had shrunk in all directions.  It was now stretched tight over
all of Jenny -(TM)s curves, exaggerating and highlighting them.  The hem
that had originally been below Jenny -(TM)s lovely knees was now several
inches above them.  But, since it had shrunk even tighter than before, the
dress made walking even more difficult.  With the zipper half undone, Jenny
-(TM)s CCs looked as if they might fall out of the plunging, low-cut
v-neck.

   Jenny once again started across the gravel the long way around the lawn
with the sprinklers still going.  As she moved along, her unsupported
breasts pulled at the dress and slowly worked the zipper down her back. 
She had to stop frequently to tug the dress up and re-do the zipper as much
as she could.  Almost to the pavement, she hurried a little too much and
stumbled in the gravel.  Fortunately for Jenny, she was able to catch
herself or she might have torn the dress or cut up her luscious legs. 
(Although regular readers might encourage the ripping of the dress, we
certainly can -(TM)t condone damaging the merchandise).

   The dress, however, couldn -(TM)t handle the stress of her bouncing
unrestrained breasts during her near fall.  That, combined with the zipper
being a little too low, resulted in a rather spectacular spilling of her
naked breasts over the top of her dress.  After recovering, Jenny had to
lower her zipper some more to tuck herself back into the dress and then
re-zip.  Jenny was wishing she had remembered her trench coat.  For all the
trouble she -(TM)d had with it, at least she would be warm.

   Back on the pavement, she made her way to the door without mishap. 
Checking her zipper once again, she opened the door and entered the party
to look for her husband.

   One glance at the newcomer, Jenny, made it very apparent she wasn -(TM)t
wearing a bra under her very tight dress.  Most people at the party couldn
-(TM)t take just one glance.  Speculation and rumors started immediately.
Many had heard of Jenny as the bubbly blonde who couldn -(TM)t keep her
clothes on, and were realizing she was on her way once again for potential
public humiliation.  Jenny -(TM)s husband got plenty of glances too, but of
envy not lust.

   Jenny saw her husband across the room and tried to walk over to him
without drawing attention to herself.  She knew from experience that the
only thing worse than loosing ones clothing in public was doing it at the
center of attention.  Now if she could only figure out one half of that
equation, she might be okay.  As you can imagine, she was not successful.

    -śYou have to help me zip up this dress, Dear. -ť She said softly to
her husband.   -śAnd I locked my keys in the car, too. -ť She added.

   Being somewhat of an experienced voyeur of Jenny -(TM)s public
exhibitions, he quickly replied,  -śSure.  Lets to out in the hall and see
about that zipper. -ť

   Following his wife, he could see how stretched the dress was across her
round rear end.  The unusually high heels his wife was wearing did amazing
things to that rear end as she walked with short steps as quickly as she
could to get out of sight of the party.  The half closed zipper was below
the point at which a bra strap would show, confirming the obvious lack of
one.  As he traded glances between Jenny -(TM)s undulating rear and the
half closed zipper, he thought it was moving down as she hurried along.  It
was hard to be sure, since he couldn -(TM)t keep his eyes on it and
appreciate her walk at the same time.

   He let her get a little farther ahead so he could check out her new
heels.  It was at that point that he realized she had no stockings on her
smooth legs.  This was unusual for Jenny, he though and couldn -(TM)t wait
to hear how she came to be dressed as she was now.  He could never persuade
her to dress in such a manner, even though he remembered asking her to wear
something  -śspectacular. -ť He made a point to be sure to enjoy it.

   In the hall and around the corner, he got bits and pieces of what had
happened to Jenny on her way to the party.  She was very sorry for being
late.

    -śSo you -(TM)re not wearing anything under that dress? -ť

   He asked her, partly to savor the thought and partly to increase her
embarrassment.  It worked, she blushed even deeper and her back even turned
pink.

   Maybe too well he thought as she replied in a hopeful voice,  -śNo, you
can -(TM)t tell? -ť

   Taking the cue, he said,  -śOf course not. -ť And added in a reassuring
husbandly way:  -śAs long as you keep your dress on, no one will know.  Now
breath in so I can get this zipper up. -ť

   Somehow, being very determined, he got the zipper up.  He heard Jenny
gasp as it went up.

    -śPerfect, -ť he said.   -śNow lets get on with the party. -ť

   Afraid of busting the zipper, Jenny didn -(TM)t say anything.  She tried
not to breath very deeply.  Besides she did not want to disappoint her
husband.

   He knew she wouldn -(TM)t disappoint him.  It was only a matter of time
until the dress burst.  Again he guided her forward and followed her into
the party.   -śSpectacular -ť did not go far enough, he decided.  Jenny
looked like a comic strip heroine, ready to burst out of her too-tight
dress.  One false move, and it would be all over.

   Jenny was so self-absorbed, that she forgot about her car still running
with her underwear lying about in plain view.  At least she was decent, she
thought.

   Back in the ballroom, Jenny was introduced to some of her husband -(TM)s
friends.  Jenny thought they were paying her too much attention and hoped
she didn -(TM)t look as uncomfortable as she felt.  Someone got her a drink
which made her start to calm down.  A group of friends asked them to sit
down and Jenny started to panic -"she wasn -(TM)t sure her dress would
handle the stress with the zipper done up as tight as it was.  She tried to
signal her husband with her eyes, hoping he would refuse.

   Jenny -(TM)s husband recognized the panic in her eyes, because he had
seen it many times.  But, he quickly averted his glance and gallantly
pulled out a chair for her saying,  -śSure, we -(TM)d love to chat a bit.
-ť

   Ordinarily, being a very modest girl, Jenny would have tried to hold the
hem of her skirt down as she sat.  But, this dress was so tight she knew it
would do no good.  And, she needed both hands to ease her into the seat as
slowly as possible to prevent a disastrous rip.  As she lowered herself,
her husband slid the chair in under her.  Her dress, strained and stretched
tight, rode up her thighs.  Jenny knew the guy across from her got a good
shot up her dress, even though she kept her knees together, because his
eyes were wide with the realization.  Embarrassed, Jenny tried to give the
hem a tug, but there just wasn -(TM)t anymore material available.  She
scooted her legs under the table, temporarily regaining her modesty.

   Somehow, Jenny -(TM)s drink remained filled and she ended up drinking
quite a bit more that she should have.  After two or three, she lost track.
Until she had to pee.

   She leaned toward her husband at a discrete moment and whispered,  -śI
-(TM)ll be right back, I have to find a Ladies Room. -ť

    -śEverything okay? -ť He asked her, hoping that somehow her dress was
giving her trouble.

    -śFine.  I just have to pee. -ť She whispered.

   Somewhat disappointed her replied,  -śOkay.  Hurry back. -ť

   Jenny was careful getting up not to repeat flashing anyone, but she was
thinking, I can -(TM)t possibly hurry in this dress.  Standing, she took a
moment to tug her hem down as far as it would go, then started off to find
a Ladies Room.  All eyes watched her move across the room, and she was glad
to be in the hall out of sight.

   Finding the Ladies Room was no trouble.  But, she soon realized the
dress was too tight to work up over her hips to pee.  Jenny didn -(TM)t
dare unzip the zipper, because she knew she wouldn -(TM)t be able to do it
up again.  The last thing she wanted to do was walk through the party with
her zipper half undone.  Once was enough.

   So she tugged at her skirt hem until she heard it rip.  Oh no!  She
thought.  But the damage was done and she really had to pee.  She worked
herself over the toilet, squatted, aimed and hoped for the best.  Relieved,
she pulled her dress down and went out to look in a mirror to assess the
rip.  The seam, being in the back, was hard to see.  She felt it and afraid
it had ripped up high enough to cause her some trouble keeping herself
covered.  In fact, it had ripped to the first point Ashley had left intact
-"above where her stocking tops would have been.  Ashley figured she would
be showing a little garter now and then as she moved about, but she hadn
-(TM)t counted on the shrinkage.  This left the rip just below her ass
cheeks.

   Then someone started to open the door and Jenny decided to just pretend
it didn -(TM)t happen.  Being intoxicated, she actually forgot about it.

   Jenny didn -(TM)t even notice that it was a lot easier to walk, because
although she could take longer strides, the high-heels were still
unfamiliar to her.  So she still took small steps.

   Back in the main room of the party, people continued to watch her, but
like a new hair cut, the ripped seam was hard to notice.  They just had a
more  -śspectacular -ť view.  Half way across the room, the alcohol caught
up with Jenny.

   Her husband, and many of the guests, saw her miss a step with her
incredibly high-heels.  One heel caught on the carpet, throwing her forward
off balance.  She tried to catch herself from falling by quickly stepping
forward with her other foot.  As she did, the back seam of her dress ripped
the rest of the way up to her waist -"the narrowest part of Jenny.  The tug
of the material kept Jenny off balance and she fell down, catching herself
with outstretched hands.  Realizing her rear end was exposed, Jenny quickly
rolled over into a sitting position on the floor.

   By this time, a small crowd had formed around Jenny.  More to see what
else she might display than for real concern, they all seemed anxious to
help her up.  Wearing heels, there is no easy way to get up off the floor.
Jenny realized she had to either roll over on her hands and knees to get up
on her own, or let someone help her up.  She visualized the display of her
rear end and was disturbed by the similarity of her previous thoughts of
crawling in front of these people.

   Not anxious to repeat that, she quickly ruled it out.  Trouble was she
found herself letting some strange man take her hands to pull her onto her
feet.  Already embarrassed, she tried desperately to keep her knees
together.  But, as she he pulled the only way to get her feet under her was
to bend her knees.  The high heels kept her from getting her feet flat in
front of her and with her skirt split up the back, half the room had a good
view of her struggling to get up.

   In order to quicken the process, Jenny had to spread her knees to get
her feet under her.  Several groans went up throughout the crowd of
onlookers, and the guy pulling her to her feet lost his strength and set
her down on her butt again.

   By this time Jenny was too embarrassed to see her husband come to her
rescue.  He picked her up and led her out of the party with her hands on
her naked rear.



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Jenny: The Beginning

   by Greatness (with a little help from lcdrjmc)

   Jenny's husband watched his beautiful wife and smiled as she picked up a
bowling ball.  He was a lucky man to have found someone like her.  She was
the prettiest woman he'd ever seen, and she was his.

   He did love his wife.  It's just that he had this weird obsession.  He
didn't even know when it really started.  He began to think back, and his
smile grew wider.  His mind drifted into a pleasant reverie of the past.

   Maybe it was that cheerleader he once saw when he was in high school
doing her cheers.  As she jumped up and down, her panties fell to the
ground.  She blushed and ran crying from the gym.  Or was it that time when
he was at the beach?  A girl woke up from a nap, and someone must have
pulled the string on her bikini top, because when she sat up she left her
top on her beach towel.  The girl sat there looking around the beach for a
good five minutes, smiling and waving at everyone that was smiling as
waving at her, not even realizing she was topless.  A small boy ruined the
fun when he walked over and asked her why she was topless.  The look on her
face was priceless when she finally comprehended what had happened.

   Whenever it happened, he loved seeing women losing their clothing while
they were in public; yet, he never had any intention on exposing Jenny. 
She was his wife, after all.  But that all changed one day, after they'd
visited a local carnival.

   After leaving the haunted house, they walked over a row of air jets
hidden under the exit ramp of the ride.  As Jenny walked over the ramp, the
ride attendant pushed a button.  Air shot up and blew Jenny's skirt up
around her waist.  The sight hypnotized him, as he watched her trying to
keep her dress down and get away from the air jets.  But with each step
Jenny just ended up over the next one.  The sight of her desperately trying
to hold her dress down was quite erotic.

   "Marilyn Monroe, eat your heart out!" he thought, smiling at Jenny's
seductive little dance.

   For weeks after that all he could think about was the look on her face,
and on all the faces of the people who saw her, with her skirt fluttering
up around her waist and showing off a pink pair of panties.  The way it
looked was driving him crazy.  He had to have more, so he decided that he'd
try to expose Jenny in her bra to someone, somehow.  It was another week
before he thought of the perfect plan.

   They were cleaning out the garage on Saturday.  He knew Jenny hated
getting her good clothes dirty, so she'd wear this old shirt she always
wore when she did jobs around the house.  It must have been ten years old.
She had instantly fallen in love with it years ago, and couldn't bear to
throw it away, despite the way it looked and fit now.  All the colors had
faded, and it was even a little tight around Jenny's lovely chest.  Jenny
would never have worn it out anywhere for anyone to see her in it,
especially because of the way it hugged her tits.  Jenny hated men staring
at her breasts, and in that shirt that was all they would do.

   So that night while Jenny slept, he carefully went to work on it.  He
loosened a seam here and there.  He even cut every button off, then sewed
them back on with only a few strands of light thread to hold them on.  When
he was finished, he looked at his handy work.  He hoped Jenny wouldn't
notice the changes, and that it would hold together long enough to get her
into the garage and in front of the next door neighbor, Jack, whom he
always invited over for a morning cup of coffee.

   He woke early and found Jenny already up, so he dressed quickly and went
looking for his lovely wife.  He found Jenny already in the garage cleaning
up, wearing exactly what he'd hoped she'd wear.  He got an even more
pleasant surprise when he saw she was wearing a pair of shorts.  They
weren't that short, (Jenny would never wear short shorts.  "Sigh.") But
with Jenny's legs, it was enough to send dirty thoughts running to his
brain.  Even after seeing Jenny's legs every day for the first six months
of their marriage, he couldn't stop himself from staring at them.  They
were simply gorgeous.  "Christ, what great legs!" he said to himself.

   "Hi sleepy head," Jenny said, turning and smiling at him,as the top
button of her shirt popped off and hit the floor.

   He held his breath.  To him it sounded like a gun going off, as it had
popped off the shirt.  Jenny never noticed as she turned and went back to
work.

   "You're up early," he replied, trying to keep his voice calm.

   "Please hold together," he prayed, as he watched the seam under her left
arm begin to pull open.

   "You know what they say, the early bird gets the worm," Jenny declared,
in her usual sweet way.

   "Come on Jack, hurry," he muttered.

   "What's that?"

   "Nothing, Jenny."

   "Are you going to help me or not?" Jenny turned to face her husband, and
put on a sexy pout.

   "In a minute.  I need my morning cup of coffee."

   "You and your coffee," Jenny laughed and went back to work.

   There wasn't much time left.  Either Jenny would notice the top coming
apart, and go inside and change, or it would just explode and he'd be the
only one here to see it.  Either way his plan would go up in smoke.

   But neither of those happened.  Jenny kept working away as two more
buttons popped off, and now you could see most of her lovely tanned
cleavage displayed by the low-cut bra.  The seams of her shirt groaned, and
pulled apart a little more, but somehow held together.  He couldn't believe
Jenny didn't notice.  But that was Jenny.  Once she set her mind to
something, she blocked out everything around her.  But even Jenny would
soon see her shirt hanging open, now down to her breast bone.  He was glad
she always wore a bra.  He didn't want to go too far in exposing Jenny. 
She was his wife.

   Finally there was a knock of the garage door.  Jenny never even looked
up, as she picked up a box and put it on a shelf.  Her shirt lost yet
another button, and now half of her tanned stomach could be seen.

   "Hi Jack!"

   "Hi . . ." Jack's voice caught in his throat as he caught sight of Jenny
standing with both hands on her hips as she looked up at a box high on a
top shelf, exposing the lovely inside curves of her bra-covered breasts,
and now even her bellybutton!

   "Could one of you big strong men help get that down for me, pleeeease,"
Jenny cooed, falling in her flirt mood that made men grow hard.  She turned
toward them and put on her sweetest smile, then put both hands behind her
back and pushed her chest out at them in that teasing manner she always did
when she wanted something from men.

   It was a miracle their eyes didn't pop out of their heads!

   Jenny's husband prayed it would never end, but Jenny's display proved
too much for the shirt.  After two loud rips, and the loss of the last
button, the shirt fell off her onto the garage floor.

   "Oh God!" Jenny squealed, reached up to hide her bra-covered breasts. 
But in her haste her fingers went in between the cups and got caught,
pulling at the clasp in the back.  In an instant the clasp gave way, and
the suddenly released elastic shot Jenny's bra right them.

   "Oh my God!" Jenny screamed as she looked down and saw she was now
topless right in front of two smiling men.  She did cover up quite quickly,
but not before they got a nice look at her perfect 38CC's.

   "Oh God," Jenny continued to shriek, as she ran by them into the house,
with her arms across her chest.

   His daydream was interrupted by Jenny's cry for help.

   He opened his eyes and there stood Jenny.  She was clutching at the hem
of her summer dress that somehow had got stuck in the ball return while she
picking up her ball for another turn.  Slowly the return was pulling at the
hem, and quickly the seams tightened.  Then the sound that was like music
to his ears could be heard, "Rippppppppppp!"

   He smiled as she struggled to keep her dress in one piece.  But Jenny
was fighting a losing battle.  The straps over her shoulders ripped, along
with the seam down the left side of her once pretty dress.  The dress
disappeared down the return, leaving Jenny standing in a tiny pair of black
laced panties and matching low-cut bra that her husband had talked her into
wearing for their evening out.

   "Oh My God!" Jenny shrieked as her hands flew down to cover her tiny bra
and panties.  "Help me!"

   After the rug of war with the ball return, Jenny's large tits had nearly
popped out of their tiny black cups, leaving everyone who had gathered
around to watch the squealing blonde beauty, a tasty view of the tops of
Jenny's lovely nipples.

   Jenny looked down and caught sight of her nearly naked breasts.

   "Oh no!"

   Both hands shot up to fix the bra, but as she pulled the cups the clasp
gave way and came off in her hands.  The totally shocked Jenny staggered
backward and ended up sitting down directly upon on the ball return.  The
quickly spinning small wheel swiftly snagged the back of her panties. 
Before Jenny even had time to scream, the panties ripped down both sides
and like the dress disappeared.

   "Oh no!"

   Jenny sprang to her feet and ran toward the ladies room wearing nothing
but a pair of bowling shoes on her cute little feet, with her arms and
hands trying desperately to cover her very exposed private parts.

   He couldn't help wonder how she kept doing it.  Was this something that
always happened to her, her entire life?  "When did Jenny's problem
actually begin?" he wondered, as he fell back into a pleasant dream about
his beautiful wife.

   * * * *

   Jenny was so happy that she landed such a great job right after
graduating high school.  Now she could work toward a new car that she badly
needed.  She was tired of having to calling Ashley to come pick her up when
her old car would break down just sitting at a stop sign.

   Ashley was Jenny's oldest friend.  They had become friends long before
Jenny's sudden body change.  But after the change, Jenny had lost all of
her other female friends except her.  They told her that she was always
trying to steal their boyfriends with her flirting, and that body.

   "I'm not trying to, really." Jenny told them but they didn't believe
her.

   But Ashley was a true friend, that's for sure.  Always there when Jenny
needed her the most, friends like Ashley were hard to come by.

   * * * *

   Even though she met her new boss just once in her Interview, she thought
he wasn't like most of the men she knew now.  Most men just openly stared,
or hit on her constantly.  It was getting so tiring having to fight off
men's lust-filled advances.  But Mr.  Meyers was different.  He didn't hit
on her once.  He did stare just a bit, but that wasn't too bad.  A little
stare she could take, but it was when they openly drooled that it became
really embarrassing.

   "It's like they'd never seen a live female in their life, for God sake!"
Jenny always grumbled.

   What made Jenny especially happy was that her new boss trusted her from
the very start, even though she had just celebrated her 18th birthday only
two days after her graduation.  Mr.  Meyers had started on her
responsibilities right after she was told she had gotten the job.

   "Now Jenny, here's the key to the office," Mr.  Meyers told her, trying
not to stare too long at any one part of Jenny's gorgeous teenage body. 
"Why don't you come in early tomorrow morning, take a look around, and get
comfortable with your new surroundings?  I'll be in at nine sharp, and then
I'll show you everything that your job will entail, other than the obvious,
you know like answering the phone and such."

   "Thanks Mr.  Meyers, I'll do that," Jenny smiled back, batting her eyes,
and smiling sweetly, then walked out the door, walking sexier than any
woman should be allowed to.  The natural flirt in her could turn on without
her even knowing it.

   "God, how was that pretty thing still single?  She's going to make some
guy very happy one day," he said, after she had closed the door behind her.


   He didn't care if she turned out to be a typical dumb blonde that
couldn't even make a pot of coffee.  She'd be great for business, once word
got around that he had this amazing blonde beauty working in his office. 
If that was sexist, he didn't care.  "75 percent of the people who made
travel plans were men," he recited gleefully.

   Before Jenny had walked unannounced into the agency looking for a job,
he was acting as his own receptionist and secretary.  Originally he'd had
no intention of hiring anyone, but after he told her so, she put on this
sexy pout, and he knew he was a dead duck.  He found himself hiring her on
the spot, even though he knew he really couldn't afford it.

   So, if at first they came in just to look at Jenny, who cared?  If Jenny
had the same effect on them that she did on him, they'd find themselves
gladly buying tickets, even if they didn't really want them.  No one would
get hurt.  Besides, it would be very good for business, which meant that he
would actually be able to pay his beautiful new employee.

   * * * *

   Jenny got up unusually early to get ready for her new job.  She wanted
everything just right for her first day.  So she took plenty of time in the
bathroom showering, washing her long hair, and taking great care to shave
her long legs, so she wouldn't get any nasty nicks.

   "I can't have that today," Jenny muttered as she rinsed the last few
specks of shaving cream off of her tanned legs, then stepped out of the
shower.

   When she finished drying herself off, Jenny looked in the mirror and
blushed at what she saw.  It was bad enough when she drew those stares
before.  But now it was worse.  She could have lived with the way she used
to look.  She had been cute, in a shy sort of way.  Not more than a year
ago, her body had been nothing to write home about.  She might as well have
been a boy from the neck down.  Her legs were thin and shapeless, and she
had no hips at all.  Jenny was so flat chested, she used to stuff her bra
just to get a bust.

   But over the next year Jenny's body just exploded.  Her once cute face
was so lovely now it made men drool.  Jenny's blue eyes sparkled, and her
innocent smile could melt an iceberg.  Add in the naive way she always
seemed to flirt with every man she met, and her face alone could bring
tears to men's eyes.

   The rest of Jenny's body developed just as nicely.  Her once thin
shapeless legs, now were as shapely as you could find on any woman, with
perfectly sized feet, right up to her shapely thighs.  Some guys became
instant leg-men after seeing just a glimpse of them, such as when Jenny
wore her high heeled pumps in a dress that wasn't even that short at all.

   Jenny's hips flared to perfection, and her once flat bottom, bubble
outward in away that made men want to grab her firm cheeks in their hands
and never let go.

   Yet, in spite of the rest of Jenny's physical perfection, most men
couldn't take their eyes off Jenny's tits.  They were the most wonderfully
shaped breasts anyone had ever seen.  "A gift from God," men said, when
they saw them.  They would always seem to be bouncing ever so slightly even
if Jenny was sitting perfectly still and just breathing.  It was like they
had a life of their own.  As big as they were (38CC), they never seemed to
sag even with their eye popping size.  Some men even called them the true,
"Ninth Wonders of the World."

   If you top Jenny off with her deep golden tan that never seemed to fade,
and natural long blonde hair, she had something for every man's fantasy. 
And most women's too!  Jenny could break your heart by just giving you her
truly innocent smile.

   "Why am I cursed with this?" Jenny thought, pouting as she looked at
body in the mirror.  "It's just not fair, not fair at all."

   Jenny sighed and walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer.

   "Oh, no!" she exclaimed.

   In her excitement over her new job, she'd forgotten to wash any bras or
panties.  When Jenny thought about wearing dirty ones, she couldn't.  Even
though it was her dirt on them, she couldn't put them back on until she had
washed them.

   "Yuck, yuck, yuck!"

   She couldn't go to work without them, and she certainly couldn't call in
sick on her first day.

   "What to do?" she asked herself.

   Suddenly a light bulb popped on over her pretty head.  She had bought
them on a dare from Ashley.  She was never going to wear them.  They were
soooooooo embarrassing.  But now she had no choice.

   "Maybe they're not bad as I remember," she thought.

   With no one in the room, Jenny wasn't worried about anyone seeing her so
she bent over at the waist.  That pushed her shapely butt out as her
reached down.  While humming sweetly, she innocently swayed her naked hips
back and forth as she opened the bottom drawer where she'd hidden them. 
Jenny would have just died if anyone even thought she owned anything like
these.

   "Where are you?  Ah, there you are," Jenny smiled, giving her butt one
last cute wiggle.

   The only one who was lucky enough to see Jenny's sexy display was a fly
on the wall.  But he didn't last long as the sight of Jenny's swaying ass
caused his tiny heart to burst.  (Don't be sad.  He died one happy fly).

   Jenny opened the package then took out a tiny pair of white lacy
g-string panties and held them in front of her sex and moaned, "God!"

   They were as bad as she remembered.  But, knowing that this was all she
had, she just sighed and stepped into them.  She slid them up her perfect
legs, and stretched them so they would fit over her shapely hips.  Jenny's
face reddened at the sight of them.  It did cover her blonde mound, but
barely.

   You could hardly see the tiny elastic waistband holding the tiny
triangle against her sex.  So from just a few steps away, you'd swear Jenny
was completely naked from the waist down.  From the back, with the tiny
string resting between her firm half moons which were not very visible at
all, it made her look totally bare from that direction as well.

   "I'm glad no one will see these!" Jenny said nervously.  "Oh my God,"
she shrieked when she saw you could even see her pubic hairs under the
white lace!

   The bra wasn't much better.  It was like the panties, with white lace.
But it seemed to be for someone much smaller than Jenny.  She struggled to
fasten the front clasp, but couldn't.  Finally, after five frustrating
minutes she angrily snatched it off and looked at the tag.

   "38CC, my butt!" she huffed, then went back to her tug of war with the
bra.

   After another few tugs she finally closed the clasped and looked at
herself in the mirror.

   "Oh, my!"

   The small half-cups squeezed her large breasts up high in the cups,
making them look even bigger, as though they were going to burst out at any
moment.  Jenny tested it by bouncing a little up and down, and was happy to
see that it held.

   "It's better than nothing, I guess," she thought, frowning at the look
of her tits sitting so high on her chest.

   "The first thing I'm going to do after work is laundry, that's for
sure."

   With her sexy hips gently swaying, she walked over and opened the
closet. She looked through every dress she had.

   "What to wear, what to wear.  Hummmmmmmm.  Perfect!"

   Jenny's face lit up when she found the perfect dress for her first day.

   It was her absolute favorite, a light summer dress.  It was almost floor
length, and had big buttons running down the front from the hem to the
high-cut neckline.  It showed only a hint of her impressive cleavage, which
always suited Jenny just fine since they'd erupted to the size they were
now.  It was off-white and covered with small red hearts.

   Ashley hated it instantly saying, "You're not 10 anymore, Jenny!"

   But she didn't care what Ashley thought.  It was just gorgeous, even
though it did have a bit of a young-person look to it.  Besides, it was
going to be a hot day, and despite its warm appearance, the dress was very
cool to wear.

   It did have one property she didn't much care for, but she put up with
it, because of how much she loved it.  Jenny always felt naked when she
wore it.  The first few times she wore it, she was constantly looking down
to check to see if it was still there.  Of course, the dress had always
been there, so she learned to just ignore the odd naked feeling it sent to
her brain.

   Jenny finished dressing, looked in the mirror, and pouted at her
reflection.  "Something not quite right.  What is?  Got it!"

   She put her long blonde hair back in one long ponytail.  "Perfect!"

   Just before leaving, Jenny checked her appearance one last time.  She
was a true vision of loveliness in her wonderful summer dress and her
sandals with the modest 2-inch heels.  With a teenage bounce in her step,
Jenny walked out to her car.

   She didn't see a man who walked right into a lamp post as he stared at
her.  That was typically Jenny.  She never seemed to notice what effect her
figure had on anyone.  Yes, that was Jenny all right.  Never really knowing
what was going on around her.  Beginning at the age seven she was in her
own little world and would not even notice the building she was walking
through was on fire, if she had her mind set on something.  Some called
Jenny stupid, but that was not the case.  She just never paid much
attention to things unless they were right in front of her.  That added to
the innocent look on her face, when something surprised her.  Men called it
sweet and sexy.  Women called it being a cock tease.

   Jenny climbed in the car and started the engine.  She sighed in relief
when it started once again.  It did groan, and sputter, but it had started.
The old car coughed and choked after she stopped at every light, but she
finally made it, and parked in a space located only a short distance from
the front of the office.

   Halfway across the lot she turned and looked back at her car and
thought, "Maybe I'll ask Mr.  Meyers for an advance.  He might give it to
me if I told him about my poor car.  If that doesn't work, maybe I'll just
turn on my female charm." With that thought she laughed at herself. 
"Female charm, boy that will be the day, Jenny you are funny sometimes."

   As she stood fumbling with the key, she again didn't notice a group of
men who had been watching her the minute she had gotten out of her car. 
They all saw her tits bounce despite the bra squeezing them as she laughed
about something, and her hips sway as she walked up to the office door.

   It took her several minutes to unlock the door.  As she was bent over,
fiddling with the lock, her dress pulled tightly across her lovely butt,
which was unconsciously swaying as it always did.

   One of the men couldn't take it any longer and shouted, "I got you key
right here, sweet cheeks," he shouted, pointing at his crotch.

   Quickly Jenny looked up and blushed.  The feeling of her dress made her
look down just to see if it was there.

   "I see you like looking at yourself as much as we do," he shouted.

   She thought about saying something but she always got tongue tied when
she was embarrassed, so she kept quiet.  Jenny stood red faced, as she
fumbled around with the key.  Finally, after having to endure another
minute of disgusting comments, she opened the door and quickly went inside.
She closed and locked the door behind her.

   That was so humiliating, getting caught looking at herself.

   Jenny swore right there, "That no matter what, I'm never going to get
caught looking at myself again in front of any man!"

   The dress was always going to be there, so why worry about it.

   "If men want to be pigs, so be it."

   Jenny walked about the very sterile office.  "It sure needs a woman's
touch."

   There were no plants, or pictures, just one desk, a filing cabinet, and
a door leading into the back.  She'd soon fix that, with Mr.  Meyers'
permission of course.  She had a few pictures of cats, and even a fern,
which would certainly make the place much more homey.

   "A travel office should look friendly, not like some doctor's
examination room."

   Jenny smiled as she looked at her desk, and even began to become a
little misty eyed.

   "That was so sweet." Mr.  Meyers had put a name plate on the desk that
read, "Jenny."

   She sat behind her desk, happy to be there.  Jenny looked around and
wondered where the best place would be for the fern She began to daydream
about what the office would look like after she was done with it.  Suddenly
the phone rang.

   Jenny jumped straight up in the air and her breasts took one mighty
bounce which signaled the death of her poor, tortured bra.  A loud "POP,"
filled the air as Jenny's large tits burst out of their restraint, bounced
up and down, then came to rest setting high and proud under her sundress.

   "Oh, No!  Please, no!" Jenny said as she quickly looked down, while at
the same time she brought her hands up to cover her beasts.

   They felt like they were right out in the open air.

   "Not today, please," she groaned.

   It was happening more and more over the last few months.  Her bras just
seemed to pop open on their own.  Jenny was thankful that it only happened
under a blouse or dress.  But it still embarrassed her to no end, having
her bras just pop for no reason.  She was even hooking her skirts on
things. She was lucky enough to always catch herself before she had ripped
them, thank goodness.

   But she just couldn't figure out why all of a sudden those kinds of
things started happening to her.  Once she even got her skirt caught in a
car door, and if Ashley her good friend, hadn't been with her, and started
giggling for some reason she wouldn't have noticed it being there at all.
She was glad Ashley was her friend that day, because if the car had driven
off . . .  !

   "Oh my God!"

   Jenny was almost in tears.  It was her first day in her new job, and
this had to happen.  Mr.  Meyers would surely fire her if he found out she
wasn't wearing a bra.  This was a real business, not some seedy strip club.

   Even though you couldn't see Jenny's breasts through the summer dress,
the bra hanging loose was a problem.  There was no way to hide the way it
lay under the dress.  It crumpled up and stuck out, looking almost like an
ugly panty line.  Mr.  Meyers would surely notice the way it bulged out
under the dress.  Jenny had two choices, fix it, or take it off.

   But, Jenny couldn't fix it there in the front office.  What if someone
came in?  So, she decided to go in the back room, away from prying eyes.

   When she got there, she found it was an office just like the front one,
very plain, with a name tag on the desk, "Mr.  Meyers." Quickly she closed
the door and locked it, then unbuttoned her dress.

   "Oh, No!"

   Jenny wanted to cry.  There was no way she'd would be able to fix it. 
The clasp was ripped out at the seams.

   "No, no, no!"

   There was no time to go home and get another one, so with butterflies
filling her stomach she took it off, and lay it on Mr.  Meyers' desk.  She
started to re-button her dress.

   "Jenny!"

   Jenny was up to the last button when Mr.  Meyers yelled her name.  It
startled her, causing her to jump and pull the top button right off her
dress!  Looking down at the button in her hand, then at her dress, "Oh no!"


   The dress' cleavage was now down to the middle of her breasts, showing
more than Jenny liked even if she was sitting alone at home with the door
locked.

   "Jenny, open the door!"

   "OK, Mr.  Meyers," Jenny replied, while fixing the collar the best she
could so that it would stay somewhat closed.

   "I'll fix it when I get to my desk and Mr.  Meyers goes into his office.
Now Jenny, don't stare down at yourself and draw attention to it.  Just act
normal and he'll never know," she reasoned.

   Jenny unlocked the door and opened it.

   Mr.  Meyers somehow was able to act like nothing was unusual when he saw
her.  There stood his gorgeous young secretary with her thick blonde hair
pulled back in one long ponytail, wearing a dress with small red hearts
covering it.  On anyone but Jenny it would have looked ridiculous, but on
her it looked simply sexy.  You couldn't see much of her legs.  That
disappointed him, but the top did not.  It was cut much lower that he could
have ever hoped for.  Its very low cut showed Jenny's wonderful cleavage,
and by the look she might not be wearing a bra!

   He would have never dreamed this shy girl from the interview would being
showing this much cleavage.  Jenny had even blushed when he told her she
was pretty.  Yet here she was, showing off most of her big tits!  "God,
thank you!"

   "Sorry, Mr.  Meyers.  But you said to look around, and I guess the door
just kind of locked behind me," Jenny said.

   "That's all right.  No harm done.  Why don't you go back out front while
I make a quick phone call?  After I'm done, I'll be out to show you exactly
what you will be doing," he told her, as he fought to keep his eyes off the
tan valley that was right in front of him.  He had to call Harry.

   "Sure thing, Mr.  Meyers," Jenny countered.

   She started walking back to her desk, happy in the knowledge that he
didn't notice she was without a bra.

   Little did she know he watched her bounce by him, with her bra less tits
slightly jumping, and her cute ass swaying seductively.

   He closed the door and staggered over to his desk.  He couldn't believe
that Jenny could have the effect on him.  When he interviewed her, she was
sexy in her very conservative business suit.  But seeing her in what she
had on now, was strangely erotic.  She looked about fifteen with her hair
pulled back, and wearing that dress.  But, what a fifteen-year-old!  He'd
kill his own mother to just see Jenny's tits in all their glory!

   "I wonder how big she . . ." He almost passed out when he saw a white
lace bra sitting on his desk.  After picking it up, he read the tag. 
"38CC! Jesus Christ!"

   He started for the door to asked Jenny why her bra was in his office,
but then he noticed the ripped clasp.

   "It must have torn and she came in here to fix it but couldn't.  She
took . . .  Oh my God!  She's not wearing one!"

   Hearing the door close behind and knowing it was safe, Jenny ran to her
desk, with her lovely breasts bouncing out of control.  The large, firm
mounds stretched and pushed the front of the dress, trying to force their
way out of the top.

   With one button already missing, Jenny's bouncing breasts put extra
strain on the button right between them.  The thread pulled and stretched,
but the button held somehow, still attached by only a few strands of
thread.

   Swiftly Jenny sat down and opened her desk drawer, looking for something
to fix her dress with.

   "Empty!" she cried.

   Her heart sank as she stared into the useless drawer.

   "Now what am I supposed to do?" she wondered, as she looked down at her
chest.

   "Oh my God!"

   Quickly Jenny fixed the top that had fell open a little more and was
showing a great deal more cleavage than just a few seconds ago.

   "I'll have to be more careful, until I can go home at lunch and change."

   * * * *

   "Remember the girl I told you about?"

   "The 18-year-old blonde?"

   "Yeah."

   "Christ, Harry, you have to come see her."

   "Why?  I've seen blondes before."

   "Not like her.  She's big!"

   "Yeah, right.  You and tits.  If they bounce a little they're huge."

   "Harry, these are 38CCs!"

   "Sure they are.  Remember that girl you said was 36DD, and I came
running and it turned out she was really a 32B.  I have better things to do
than to come down there and look at some blonde bimbo with small tits that
you think are huge."

   "Harry, she's a 38CC!"

   "And how do you know?"

   "Because I'm holding her bra in my hand!"

   "How . . .  ?"

   "I'll explain when you get here.  And bring your camera.  We'll play the
game."

   "I'll be right there!" Harry quickly answered.  He grabbed his camera
and practically ran to his car.  He was a typical man.  He didn't want to
miss a pretty blonde with big tits.

   "Damn!  18 and 38CC!  Damn!"

   * * * *

   Mr.  Meyers sat for a moment, trying to calm down.  When he first hired
Jenny, he didn't think about doing the game on her.  She was gorgeous, but
in her interview she dressed so conservatively he didn't think she would
ever fall for it.  She was captivating, and sexy beyond anything he had
ever seen.  But he just thought she'd be too shy to play the game.  But the
way she was dressed now.  She'd have to, or he'd show her the bra and have
her explain why it was in his office.  He knew that would be embarrassing,
and with Jenny's shy way about her, she would do anything not to have to do
that.  And just maybe they'd get a picture or two of the sexy teen's big
breasts.

   * * * *

   "Good morning, is Mr.  Meyers in?" Harry asked.  Fred was right.  Jenny
was a real beauty.

   "Yes, sir, he is!" Jenny replied, with a big smile.

   "You're a pretty thing!"

   "Thanks, but I'm not that pretty," she responded, with a sweet smile and
a giggle.

   She then blushed and looked away.

   Mr.  Meyers was right again.  Jenny did have an impressive pair of tits!
And mix that with that gorgeous face, and sexy smile, Harry hoped she would
fall for their little game in a big way.

   It was simple really.  Harry would pose as a photographer that was going
to shoot a few pictures of Fred around the office, for an advertising
poster.  Then he'd talk a girl into letting him take some of them.  With
any luck, they get them to pose nude.  It hadn't happened much, but with
the look Jenny had he was hoping she'd fall for the game and they'd get at
least a little peak.

   "Good morning, Harry!" Mr.  Meyers said, as he extended his hand to meet
his friend.

   "Good morning.  Are you ready to take a few shots?"

   "Why not."

   Jenny smiled but looked confused as she sat at her desk.  The look
didn't go unnoticed by either man.

   "Jenny, what Harry is going to do is shoot a few pictures for an ad
campaign.  I've only been in this city a few weeks, and business has been
slow.  I thought spending a little money advertising might help get things
started," a smiling Mr.  Meyers said.

   "I see," Jenny said as she smiled back.  "That makes perfect sense."

   "It'll only be a few minutes, then we'll get to your job description."

   "Sure thing, Mr.  Meyers."

   Jenny watched wide-eyed as Harry took out his camera, and began to take
pictures of her new boss around the office.

   After several minutes they made their move.

   "Mr.  Meyers, your secretary might be perfect for one of my other
clients.  I was wondering if I could take a picture or two of her as
samples to show them?"

   "I don't see why not.  What you think Jenny, would you like to have your
picture taken?" Mr.  Meyers asked, holding his breath.  He was hoping she'd
say yes without him having to embarrass her about that business with the
bra.  Blackmail wasn't as fun as when they did it willingly.

   "I'd better not, Mr.  Meyers," Jenny replied, blushing more deeply.

   Why not, Jenny?  You might become the new Cindy Crawford."

   Jenny's smile grew wider after hearing that.  She always had a fantasy
about be a super model, but was always too shy to stand in from of a camera
while anyone took her picture.  Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if she let
them take just a few.  "Well, OK.  But just a couple," Jenny giggled.

   "Good, Jenny.  And thank you.  Now, why don't you stand if front of your
desk and we'll just take a few pictures?  Then we'll be done."

   Jenny moved to the front of the desk, and stood with her arms folded
across her chest, smiling nervously, but still looking sexy as ever.

   "Put your arms at your sides, good.  Now a big smile."

   As Harry snapped away, the natural flirt in Jenny just bubbled out. 
Smiling and giggling, moving her head back and forth, her blonde ponytail
swished, and her blue eyes sparkled with delight.

   They both watched Jenny tease the camera with the innocence of a
10-year-old, but with the sexuality of a super model.  Jenny turned
completely around and looked at them over her shoulder.  That sexy look
spelled the end of the button resting between the large tan breasts.

   It popped off and silently rolled across the floor.  Jenny never noticed
because of the natural way the dress felt and the fun she was having.  The
dress parted right down to her breast bone, showing every inch of her
gorgeous cleavage.  Jenny continued to smile, then put both hands on her
hips.  The dress parted again, showing just the rounded edges of her sexy
nipples.

   Somehow both men stayed calm as the dress opened again and again.  Harry
kept taking pictures, even though he'd run out of film five minutes ago. 
Mr.  Meyers kept telling her to smile and look pretty.

   "OK, Jenny.  How about a few pictures of your legs?"

   "No, I can't," Jenny giggled, blushing all over again.

   "We just need a few shots of your legs.  My client sells shorts,
swimsuits, dresses.  You know, summer clothes."

   Jenny heard the word summer and dress.  "You mean he sells summer
dresses?"

   "Why sure he does," Harry replied quickly following Jenny's lead, when
he saw the way her face lit up.

   Jenny's smile grew even wider after hearing that.  She loved pretty
summer dresses.  They were her favorite things to wear.  So if Harry's
client sold them . . .

   "Well, OK.  But just a little and then that's all," Jenny answered.

   Jenny bent down and unbutton the dress from the hem to her knee.  "How's
that?" she questioned, as she held both sides of the dress up showing them
her shapely calves.

   "Very nice, Jenny.  While your still holding the dress, spin around a
few times.  That's good."

   Jenny was again nervous, but soon the flirt boiled over and she was the
cute tease again.  She began to playfully spin around while still holding
the dress open by the hem.  She pulled the hem side to side, showing off
her pretty knee caps.  But Jenny got a little carried away, and pulled at
the dress a little too hard.  Three buttons quickly came undone right up to
the middle of her lovely tanned thighs.  Jenny never realized what she did
because her mind was on the task at hand, which was having fun having her
picture taken.

   Both men were both disappointed that Jenny tits somehow stayed in the
dress.  As she spun around and around, they shook and swayed but never
showed any more than just a hint of her nipples.  But they were more than
happy to see Jenny pull the dress open baring every inch of her long legs.

   After another ten minutes of Jenny's sexy show, there were only two
buttons holding the dress closed.  The dress had continued to part upward,
until every button was undone right up to her indented bellybutton!  At
first they thought amazed that she was bottomless, but then they saw the
tiny string holding a small see-through triangle over her blonde sex!

   You could almost hear them groan, "God, a natural blonde!"

   Just a few more seconds and they would see everything!  But the moment
was ruined by the phone ringing.

   Jenny looked around for the phone and saw her reflection in the office
window.

   "Oh my God!" Jenny screamed.

   She quickly grabbed the dress at her tits and between her thighs.

   "Why didn't you say something?  Oh, God!" Jenny's face turned beet red.

   Harry thought fast, "Now, Jenny.  You weren't showing anything.  And the
pictures will be great!  My client will be quite pleased."

   "But!"

   "Jenny, I wouldn't let Harry take any pictures that I would let him take
of my own daughter," Mr.  Meyers countered.

   "Well, OK.  Can I use your office to fix my dress, please?" Jenny asked,
still embarrassed at the amount of skin she'd just shown, even after Mr. 
Meyers tried to comfort her.

   "Sure, Jenny," Mr.  Meyers responded.

   "Thank you." Jenny walked into her new boss' office clutching her dress
closed.

   "Christ, what a fox!"

   "I told you, Harry.  She's a real looker!"

   "Too bad we didn't get any pictures of her naked."

   "Yeah, we got a lot of sexy pictures of her anyway."

   "How many rolls did you shoot?"

   Harry looked down at his camera and turned white as a sheet.  In the
excitement of the moment he forgot to reload the camera.  "Just one, Fred."

   "One!"

   "Shit, Fred.  She was so sexy I just forgot!"

   "That's just great, you idiot.  We'll never have a chance like this
again."

   "I know."

   Little did they both know that very soon Mr.  Meyers would be seeing a
lot more of the beautiful teen, a whole lot more.

   Jenny closed the door behind her, and began to fix her dress.  She was
still feeling embarrassed at what had just happened, and was even a little
mad that neither one of them said a word about her dress.  Suddenly she
remembered her bra that she'd taken off and left sitting on Mr.  Meyers'
desk!  If he had found it, Jenny would never be able to face him again.

   "Thank God!"

   There it was, right where she left it.  Mr.  Meyers hadn't seen it.  At
least something turned out right on this dreadful morning.  Jenny fixed her
dress the best she could, then grabbed the bra and went back into the front
office.  She was happy to see Mr.  Meyers was outside talking to Harry and
couldn't see her stuff her bra into her desk drawer.

   * * * *

   Over the next two weeks Jenny was able to fix the office up just the way
she liked it.  The business got busier and busier.  She thought it was
because of the way she'd fixed up the office.  "It was more homey, so
people feel more comfortable." But what they really came in for was to see
Jenny.

   Jenny didn't even notice them staring at her as she smiled and giggled,
and flirted with every man that came in.  Most never intended to buy
anything.  They'd just heard about the blond teen with a body to die for.
But after Jenny was through with them, they'd always bought tickets too
somewhere.

   Mr.  Meyers watched Jenny from his doorway.  It couldn't have worked
better.  His business was getting better and better.  But the icing on the
cake was being able to see Jenny every day.  He thought he'd get tired of
seeing the teen.  But the more he saw of her the more he wanted to see her
in something much sexier.  The way she teased him wearing the endless
supply of summer dresses that hugged her body in just the right places was
driving him crazy.

   He had to see her naked, or at least in something sexier, but he already
used the game.  So he knew Jenny would never fall for that again.  He had
to think of another way to get better look at her.

   If only Mr.  Meyers knew what was happening around the office he'd watch
Jenny even more.  Jenny was always catching her clothes on something.  She
was regularly pulling open the top and exposing her bra-covered tits, or
catching the hem and exposing her entire lower body.  Once she even ripped
the straps right off her dress.  It quickly hit the floor leaving her red
faced standing in just her bra and panties.  No one saw it but still Jenny
could have died.

   * * * *

   Mr.  Meyers was sitting at his desk still thinking of a way to get Jenny
into something sexier.  It had been a mouth since the game, and he just had
to see her again.  It was becoming embarrassing walking around trying to
hide the bulge in his pants as Jenny would happily bounce her way in and
out of his office.

   "Mail, Mr.  Meyers," Jenny said.

   "Thanks, Jenny"

   "Your welcome," she answered, turning on her heel and out she went,
cheerfully humming the latest pop tune.

   He groaned as he watched her perfectly shaped butt swaying back and
forth.  "Christ, the girl is doing to kill me!" he muttered as he looked
through his mail.  He use to be unhappy to get mail before he'd hired
Jenny. But now he had money to pay anything.

   "Bill, bill, trash, bill, tra . . .  Wait a minute.  This is perfect!"

   There was going to be travel show at the local mall.  Each business was
asked to set up a booth with their own travel theme.  He usually hated
doing them, because with all the other travel agents, he always ended up
losing customers.  But now he had Jenny.  This was too perfect.  He'd kill
two birds with one stone.  A Hawaiian theme would be just what he needed.
He would be able to get Jenny in a swimsuit for the theme.  That would
surely draw men to his booth like moths to a flame.  Business would boom,
and he'd get to see Jenny in something that had to show more of her golden
skin.  It was perfect.

   He waited several minutes for his manhood to calm down, then when out to
see Jenny.

   "Jenny there is a travel show at the local mall coming up in two weeks.
I thought it would be a good idea for us to set up a booth there."

   "That sounds neat!"

   "I thought we'd try and promote packaged tours to Hawaii.  So I thought
a tropical theme would be perfect.  I'd wear a swimsuit and you could wear
one, too," Mr.  Meyers said, as his heart began to pound, hoping it would
work.

   "Mr.  Meyers!  I can't do that.  I just couldn't," Jenny replied,
blushing deeply.

   "But, Jenny.  You have to!  It's the theme, and I'll be wearing one.  It
would look stupid if you didn't.  Come on!  It'll be fun, and, besides, it
will be good for business."

   It was her job, but still . . .  "If Mr.  Meyers does it," she thought,
"it couldn't be that bad."

   "Well, maybe for a little while.  But only if you do," Jenny answered,
now quite nervous over the thought of parading around in front of other
people in a swimsuit.

   "Good!  Then it's settled.  Here's the number for reservations." Mr. 
Meyers gleefully handed Jenny the flyer advertising the show.  "Be sure to
ask for a good spot, where there will be plenty of people.  And in two
weeks, we'll knock them dead!"

   * * * *

   Ashley had had enough of Jenny's endless flirting.  It was time to get
her, and to do it in front of someone, to teach her a lesson.  So, when
Jenny told her about the travel show, she got an idea.  She would somehow
talk little Miss Tease into wearing a small bikini that was sure to have
every guy eyeing her.  Then, at the perfect moment, with an innocent bump
she'd be able to pull the string on the top, and when Jenny stood there
shocked she would get close to try and help her.  But, instead she'd pull
the string on the bottoms.

   Jenny would be not just embarrassed but terribly humiliated.  That would
be fitting payback for every boy friend Jenny had stolen from her over the
past year in high school with that damn killer body of hers.

   * * * *

   "Ashley, I can't run around in this!" Jenny squealed, holding up a tiny
yellow string bikini.

   "Jenny, don't be such a prude.  It's just a swimsuit,"Ashley shot back.
"But I'd be naked!"

   "Jenny, it's a bikini like they wear on the islands.  You said your
booth was Hawaiian right?"

   "Yes, but!"

   "But nothing, Jenny.  You need to dress the part, or your boss will be
mad," Ashley said, as she kept pressing the issue.

   Finally after an hour of badgering, Jenny nervously agreed to wear it
only if she could wear a wrap around skirt to cover the bottom.  The top
was bad enough, but she couldn't run around with the tiny g-string showing.
She might as well be bottomless!

   "OK, but I'd better fix it up a bit first," Ashley responded.

   First Jenny walked over to her closet, then over to a large trunk
looking through almost every skirt she owned.  Finally after 30 minutes,
Jenny walked over to her dresser and opened a small jewelry box and took
out a beautiful gold chain with a quarter sized gold heart attached it and
put it around her slender neck.  Next Jenny opened the top drawer of her
dresser and took out five more skirts and held each one up in front of her.


   "Come on Jenny, we don't have all day!" Ashley fumed.  Jenny was the
slowest person she'd ever seen in picking out something to wear.  It
usually took Jenny days too just to decide on one of those childish looking
summer dresses she owned.

   "All right.  Here," Jenny replied in a hurt voice.

   Ashley took the skirt and almost laughed.

   "God, this is hideous!"

   Ashley always thought Jenny had terrible taste in clothes, and this
skirt proved her point.  It was a floor length wraparound with large bright
colored flowers all over it.

   "Why does she buy this crap?" Ashley thought.

   But as she looked at it, she became angry.  As ugly as it was, on Jenny
it would look simply gorgeous.  That one of the things she hated most about
Jenny.  She could put on anything and make it look dazzling.  Well, she'd
make sure it looked even better.  She wanted every eye on her when she
stripped the yellow bikini off that body of hers.

   Jenny turned and went into the bathroom to change into her suit, and
Ashley went to work on the skirt.  She cut a good foot of material off from
the hem to the waist, and some of the fastening tie as well.  That way
Ashley could easily pull the tie on the skirt.  The split up the side would
keep one of Jenny's tanned legs constantly bare from her hip bone to her
foot.

   "That should keep guys staring."

   It's not the Jenny needed the extra help.  The bikini Ashley had given
her would have easily done the trick, but she wanted to leave nothing to
chance.

   Jenny closed the bathroom door and locked it.  She couldn't have Ashley
watch as she put on the suit.  It embarrassed her to no end undressing in
front of anyone.  Even in gym class, Jenny would wait until every girl had
changed and left the locker room before she'd quickly change into her gym
clothes.

   Jenny first put on the bottoms, making sure she carefully tied the tiny
strings on each hip.

   "Oh my!" Jenny looked at them in the mirror.  "Oh God!"

   They were the smallest bottoms she'd ever seen.  How they ever covered
all of her golden pubic hair was a mystery.  And from the back, "Oh!" She
was completely naked except for the tiny string between her lovely half
moons.  Jenny was glad she'd be wearing her wraparound so no one would see
her in these.

   The top wasn't much better.  The small triangles did nothing but hide
her nipples and a small portion of the skin around them.  Around the edges,
her large firm breasts spilled out and there was nothing she could do about
it.

   "God, I might as well be topless!"

   She stormed out of the bathroom.

   "Ashley, I can't wear this.  I'm naked!" Jenny groaned standing in front
of Ashley, beet red with one arm covering her chest and her hand covering
her crotch.

   "It's not that bad.  Put your arms down and let me see."

   Ashley's eye grew wide as Jenny lowered her arms.  Jenny was the most
beautiful woman she'd ever seen.

   Ashley wasn't a bad looking girl at all.  A cute face with her short
dark hair, and small but nicely shaped tits.  Her legs were nicely formed
as well, and throw in a butt to die for, Ashley got her fair share of
dates. But Jenny was from a different planet!  Why she remained friends
with her, Ashley couldn't understand.  She hated Jenny now.  Yet, she
always hung around with her.  She even stayed with her when Jenny's other
girl friends grew too jealous even to talk with the girl anymore.

   The suit was quite obscene, but was going to work perfectly.  "Now,
Jenny, it's just a tiny bit snug is all.  It looks great.  Here, just put
this on and you'll look even better," Ashley told her blushing friend.

   "Ashley!"

   "Don't 'Ashley' me, just put the damn skirt on so we can go!" Ashley
ordered.

   Over the years, Ashley had always been able to talk Jenny into wearing
all sorts of things she wouldn't normally be caught dead in.  Today was no
exception.

   Jenny groaned but took the skirt and wrapped it around and had to tie it
in the back.  That was just a little odd, because it use to tie in the
front.  But what was even odder was that her right leg was completely bare
right up to her waist!  And her right butt cheek was bare as well!  Jenny
never remembered it being like this.  She hadn't worn it for sometime, so
maybe she just out grown it.

   "I'd better change.  This skirt doesn't seem to fit right," Jenny said.

   "Jenny, don't be crazy.  The skirt looks great!  Besides we don't have
time for you to go through everything you own to find something else.  The
show starts in 20 minutes, and it takes at least 20 minutes to get there."

   "But!"

   "Come on!" Ashley snorted, as she grabbed Jenny's arm and pulled her out
the door.  Jenny was able to grab one of the nightshirts she slept in
before being hurried out the door.

   "What's that for?"

   "I can't walk around like this!  I might as well be naked!" Jenny said
as she put on the big shirt that covered everything right down to the
middle of her thighs.

   "Just get in!" Ashley huffed when they reached her car.

   Now she had the stupid nightshirt to worry about.

   * * * *

   Ashley drove to the mall in a glorious dream.  This was going to be the
greatest payback she could possibly achieve.  All of Jenny's innocent
flirting made her so mad, and now it was going to be time to get even for
everything.  She glanced over a Jenny sitting next to her.  Even in the big
T-shirt, you could see every desirable curve on Jenny tanned body.  "God,
what a body!  It's just not fair!"

   On the way there, there must have been three dozen cars which pulled up
beside them at stop lights and honked their horns at Jenny.  Naturally,
Jenny just waved sweetly and smiled as Ashley continued to get madder.

   * * * *

   "Jenny, over here!" Mr.  Meyers shouted, waving to Jenny and Ashley.  He
groaned in disappointment after seeing what Jenny was wearing.

   "Hi, Mr.  Meyers!" Jenny shouted back, waving both arms and with a big
smile on her face.

   Even dressed as she was, Jenny drew quite a few stares as she walked
toward the booth.

   "I hope you don't mind, Mr.  Meyers, but I brought a friend with me. 
Ashley, this is my boss at the travel agency."

   "Hello, miss," said Mr.  Meyers, without taking his eyes off of Jenny.

   "Hi," said Ashley glumly, now very used to this type of introduction
whenever she was with Jenny.

   "Jenny, I thought I asked you to wear a swimsuit?" Mr.  Meyers asked
her.

   Jenny had chickened out on the way to the Mall.  She was going to keep
her nightshirt on.  She just couldn't let anyone see her wearing such a
tiny suit.  She was glad she'd grabbed it so she could safely cover
herself. This was no place to be wearing that mini-bikini!

   "I'm sorry, Mr.  Meyers, but I just couldn't.  It would be bad enough of
the beach, but here?  No way!"

   "What?" said Mr.  Meyers, stricken.

   Ashley wasn't going to let Jenny off the hook.  This was too perfect to
pass up.  There must be a hundred people here, and they were going to see
Jenny naked if she had to kill her to do it.

   "Jenny's just kidding, Mr.  Meyers," said Ashley cheerfully.  "Show him
your suit, Jenny!"

   "Ashley!  I can't!"

   Mr.  Meyers' heart leapt with joy.  She was wearing a suit!

   "Come on Jenny I'm wearing mine," he said pointing down at pair of very
old fashion swim trunks that covered everything from his bellybutton to his
knees.

   "You'll ruin my booth.  Look how much work I've done.  Please, Jenny,"
he said, almost whining.  God, how he wanted to see Jenny in a swimsuit.

   "Come on Jenny," Ashley said.

   Jenny looked around at the booth.  It did look very nice.  It was set up
in a beach scene.  There was a big fake palm tree in one corner, and in the
other was a beach towel spread over a pile of sand, with even a few beach
balls.  On the back wall was a large map of the Hawaiian Islands.

   "Well, all right.  But only for a few minutes, OK?" Jenny answered, very
nervous now as she reached for the bottom of the T-shirt.  She didn't want
to ruin Mr.  Meyers' booth.

   Jenny didn't realize how many people were watching her.  Most were
watching because of the odd way she was dressed (a large bright pink
T-shirt came down to mid thigh, and below that a bright colored flowered
skirt.) But some were watching because, even dressed as she was, Jenny was
still quite lovely.

   You could have heard a pin drop as her tanned tummy came into view,
followed by her large firm breasts sticking out around a tiny yellow bikini
top.  Jenny got her gold necklace caught on the nightshirt and began to
struggle to free it.  Her tits began to bounce and the bikini top started
to shift.

   Slowly, as Jenny struggled, everyone saw a tiny bit of her left nipple
peek out.  Jenny didn't notice as she continued to tussle with the tangled
T-shirt.

   "Ashley, could you help me please.  My necklace is caught!"

   Mr.  Meyers just smiled as he watched the pretty teen struggle with her
shirt while trying not to break her necklace.  He was about to get his
wish. He was going to see Jenny topless right here in the mall!

   Jenny's display started to draw quite a crowd.  The men all wanted to
see if the bikini top would stay on.  While the women just shook their
heads, at Jenny's dirty display.

   "Just a sec, Jen!" Ashley shouted, watching Jenny's struggle.

   This was going to be too easy.  All she had to do is go over and
innocently pull the string on Jenny's top.

   Quickly Ashley reached out and pulled the tie on the skirt.  It quickly
fell to the floor where Ashley scooped it up and threw it into the crowd.

   Jenny, her head all tangled up, never felt a thing.

   The crowd drew closer to get a better look at the drop-dead gorgeous
blonde now standing in the tiniest yellow bikini any of them had ever seen.
Jenny continued to bounce around as she tried to get free.  The tiny cups
on the top would slide this way and that, giving everyone a just hint of
her nipples.  Somehow, though, the top stayed on her tits.  The bottom
worked a little lower in front, showing them just a few blonde pubic hairs
sticking out of the top.

   "All right, Jenny.  It's time," Ashley mumbled with a smile.

   But, before she could pull the string, Jenny got free.

   "Shit!" Ashley grumbled, stamping her foot angrily.

   Finally Jenny's head popped out of the shirt and she saw everyone
staring at her.  She blushed and crossed her arms over her breasts, and
lowered her head so she didn't have to look at all the men staring at her.

   "Oh My God!" she groaned.

   Her top was pushed a bit to one side and you could see the start of her
right nipple!  If that wasn't bad enough, the bottoms had slid down and you
could see some of the hair!  Quickly Jenny put one hand down to cover her
crotch as well.

   "Where's my skirt!?" Jenny squealed.

   "I don't know, Jenny," Ashley replied, trying not to burst into laugher
at the sight of Jenny trying to cover herself with her arms.

   Mr.  Meyers recovered first.  "Jenny, you look great!"

   That was an understatement.  Jenny was the sexiest girl he'd ever seen,
especially wearing that bikini.  He was glad he wore the baggy old swim
trunks, or everyone would have seen his rock hard manhood.

   Jenny looked around for somewhere to hide so she could fix her suit that
had shifted and was now showing some of her very private parts.  Besides,
she couldn't stand in front of everyone wearing this tiny suit that was
hiding nothing much now.  This was the most embarrassing thing that had
ever happened to her.  Why had she listened to Ashley and worn the suit?

   "I need to use the restroom.  Do you know where it is?" Jenny asked
weakly, looking at Mr.  Meyers.

   "It's right behind you," he replies, pointing at the sign that read
Ladies hanging from the ceiling over the bathroom door.

   "Thank you."

   Jenny back away from everyone who continued to stare, so they couldn't
see her naked butt cheeks with just a tiny string running between them.

   Once she was inside, the women muttered disapprovingly to one another,
then went back to what they were doing before the blonde bomb shell had
arrived.  But most of the men kept looking back at the bathroom door,
waiting for the gorgeous teenager to reappear.

   Jenny couldn't go back out there wearing this!  She could have bought
three postage stamps and put them over her private parts and covered more.
What had she been thinking when she let Ashley talk her into this?  Jenny
began to cry when she saw herself in the mirror.  The top was worse than
she thought, covering nothing at all.  It didn't even seem to cover her
nipples now!  She adjusted the top the best she could, so now they were
covered, but just barely.

   Somehow she'd lost her skirt!  And now her bikini bottoms were
completely exposed.  Jenny was horrified to see how they seemed to have
shrunk to almost nothing at all.  Jenny's shapely ass was still completely
bare, something she didn't like even when she was alone.  But it was the
front part of her bikini bottoms that the real trouble now.  It hadn't been
cut that low when she put it on at home, she was sure of it!  Reaching down
Jenny pulled the tiny triangle up until all the blonde pubic hair was
concealed.  It now pressed into her sex just a bit.  But it was better than
everyone seeing her hair sticking out.

   Mr.  Meyers couldn't have picked a better suit for Jenny to wear.  It
looked like one of those swimsuits that models only wore when that did
those calendars.  He was sure no women would have worn it in the real
world, it was just too small and erotic.  On Jenny it was even more so,
knowing how shy and innocent she was.  Why she had worn such a thing was
puzzling to him.  But, he wasn't complaining.  This was sure to triple his
business!

   Ashley and Mr.  Meyer stood waiting for Jenny to reappear, but after 15
minutes, there was still no Jenny.

   "Could you see what's keeping your friend," Mr.  Meyers asked, now a
little worried that maybe something had happened to the lovely teen.

   "Sure thing," Ashley replied.  Shit, now she have to talk to stupid
tease back out into the mall so she could finish the job.

   Ashley found Jenny hiding in one of the stalls.  "Jenny, come on, Mr. 
Meyers is waiting for you!"

   "I can't, Ashley.  This suit is . . ."

   "Jenny, the suit is fine.  Now get out there before Mr.  Meyers decides
to fire you!"

   Jenny wondered if she might be over reacting a little.  Jenny had seen
other girls wearing suits just as small, showing almost everything.  If she
just pretended everything was normal, everyone would probably just stop
looking.

   "All right," Jenny sighed, "but I need your help with my top.  It just
doesn't fit right now.  Could you help me retie it differently so it's much
tighter?"

   Ashley's smile widened.  This was working too perfectly.

   "Sure thing, Jen!  Just come out and let me see what I can do."

   Jenny left the stall and turned her back to Ashley.  Ashley went to work
on the two strings, tying them with very loose knots.

   "All done."

   "Ashley, they feel looser than before!" complained Jenny.

   "Don't be silly.  It's tied just right.  Now let's go before Mr.  Meyers
decides to fire you."

   "Are you sure, Ash?  They feel super loose!" Jenny questioned.

   "Jenny, I think I'm smart enough to tie a bikini top!" Ashley snapped as
she tried to put an end to Jenny's whining.

   With a worried look, Jenny turned and went back into the mall with
Ashley following quickly behind her.  She didn't what to miss one second of
Jenny's upcoming humiliation.

   Jenny's boss smiled as he saw Jenny coming out of the bathroom.  "God,
what a looker!"

   "I'm only going to stay a few minutes," Jenny said.

   "But why?"

   "This suit just isn't right."

   "Nonsense, Jenny.  Your suit looks like you are right in Hawaii."

   "But . . ."

   "Jenny, you look fine, really."

   "I guess, but don't you think it's too small?" Jenny asked putting her
arms at her sides so he could get a better look at it, and smiled weakly.

   Mr.  Meyers gave her one long mouth-watering look from head to toe.  She
was absolutely perfect.  From the top of her pretty blonde head, to her
cute red painted toe nails.  He never saw a woman so flawless or so
desirable.  It was weird!

   "It's just right, Jenny," he gulped.  "Now, why don't you sit down and
help sign people up for their trips?"

   "S-sure," Jenny stammered, happy to sit down so she could hide most of
herself with the table.

   Word quickly spread through the Mall that the gorgeous teenager in the
tiny bikini was back.  Before you could say, "Yum," Mr.  Meyers' booth was
packed with men ogling the sexy young girl.

   At first Jenny was nervous, but soon her mind clicked over to the task
at hand.  She began to giggle and flirt with every man that talked to her.
Jenny never observed that their eyes never got any higher than her proud
chest that kept jiggling and bouncing with each giggle Jenny would give to
some stupid comment from one of the men.

   Finally the string around Jenny's back loosened and felt open from all
the jiggling her tits where doing.  The strings hung now uselessly at her
sides, but the tiny triangles still rested on her large breasts, hiding
Jenny's nipples.

   Of course Jenny, being Jenny, didn't notice every man's mouth fall open
at the sight of her top hanging loose only tied now around her neck.

   Word continued to spread about the teen beauty in the tiny bikini, and
quickly the large crowd drew thicker around Mr.  Meyers' booth.

   Ashley watched and fumed.  It wasn't working at all the way she had
hoped.  Despite the way she tied Jenny's top it stayed ties around her
neck. She couldn't stand Jenny flirting.  And what made it worse was Jenny
never knew she did it.  Ashley was about to run over and just pull Jenny's
top off when her luck changed.

   "Where is this on the island?" A gentleman asked Mr.  Meyers, but kept
looking over at Jenny.

   "Jenny why don't you show him on the map?" Mr.  Meyers asked, pointing
at the large map hanging on the back of the booth.

   "Sure!" Jenny said happily forgetting about her tiny suit.

   Every man held their breath as Jenny turned and looked at the map.

   "Let's see, where are you?" she mumbled, rising up on her tiptoes as she
studied the top of the map.

   Her perfect calves flexed, and lovely firm butt squeezed tight so
invitingly that it was a miracle that the sight didn't give someone a heart
attack.

   Every man's heart was in their throat.  They never saw any women as sexy
as Jenny standing before them in such a bikini.  If a bomb when off no one
would have even noticed.

   "Where are you?" Jenny mumbled again, swinging her butt back and forth
as she always did when she was thinking about something.  That drove the
men wild!

   "There you are!" Jenny quickly turned back toward the crowd, "It's right
here, Sir," she said happily.

   Pointing back over her shoulder at a spot on the map, looking like one
of those game-show women showing the contestants their prizes.

   Ashley broke out in laugher, as she watched what had quickly unfolded in
front of her.

   Jenny's top had shifted, and slid off her large tits, causing a teenage
boy to holler, "What a set of hooters!"

   Quickly Jenny looked down and saw her bare breasts!

   "Oh my God!" she shrieked, as her hands shot up to cover her perfect
38CC's from the group of staring men.

   In her embarrassment Jenny backed up against the booth's fake palm tree.
A piece of rough bark scratched her firm right butt cheek.

   "Ouch!" Jenny's hand's shot down to rub her stinging ass, baring her
tits once again to everyone.

   It took Jenny several seconds to realize what she had done, but not
before everyone got a nice long look at the most perfect pair of tits
they'd ever seen!

   "Oh God!" Jenny screamed again, as she reached up to fix her top,
turning away from the now cheering men.

   Mr.  Meyer was all smiles as everyone watched his young assistant try to
cover her breasts with her arm and fix the top at the same time.  He had
finally gotten what he'd wanted.  Want he didn't realize was he was about
to get a whole lot more.

   As Jenny turned away from the leering men, she caught her tiny bikini
bottom on the same piece of bark that had stuck her only seconds earlier.
The bark slid under the string on her bottoms and when she continued to
turn away from the crowd it pulled the string loose.  The bottom fell open
on one side, which bared half of her hips and showed off some of her golden
mound.

   "A real blonde!" someone shouted in delight.

   "On my God!"

   All the blood drained out of Jenny's pretty face, when see looked down
to see her bottoms hanging loose on one side.  Still trying to cover her
lovely breasts with one arm Jenny reached down to grab the loose string on
her bottoms.

   "Ashley!" she cried in desperation.  "Help me!"

   Ashley was laughing so hard her sides hurt, as she watched Jenny slowly
strip herself in front of everyone in the Mall.  She had started it by
tying the top a little loose, but the rest was pure Jenny.  She couldn't
have thought of a better way to get back at Jenny than what she was
watching.

   Jenny swiftly turned her back to the crowd so she could fix her suit,
but what she ended up doing was hooking the left string on her bottoms on
the same piece of bark.  Jenny felt the tug at her left hip, but was too
late to save her bottoms!  They quickly fell down to her pretty feet!

   "Oh no!"

   Both of Jenny's hands leap down to cover her sex, but in doing so she
had her fingers still tangled in the strings of the top.  The string around
her neck pulled loose and the top ended up on the floor next to her
bottoms, leaving the lovely teen completely naked in front of an ever
growing group to wildly cheering men.

   "Ashley, please help!  My suit!" Jenny screamed.

   She panicked and didn't think to just reach down and grab her suit, as
she tried to cover her sexy body with just her hands and arms.  She had to
get away from everyone who was doing nothing but staring at her and not
even helping.

   For several minutes Jenny squirmed this way and that, trying to hide her
privates from the crowd of men who's cheers could be heard echoing
throughout the Mall.

   Finally, Ashley decided to end Jenny's torture.  "Jenny quick, run into
the bathroom!"

   "Why hadn't she thought of that?" the panicked Jenny wondered.

   The bathroom was the safest place to be so Jenny pushed her way through
the group toward it.

   The first hand ended up on Jenny's firm right buttock.

   "Hey, stop that!" Jenny spat, whirling around to see who had grabbed her
behind.  But when she did someone else gave her half moons a healthy swat!

   "Ouch!  Stop that!" Jenny demanded, as she spun around again to discover
who might have swatted her.

   But, she saw nothing but smiles.  In tears, Jenny pushed her way through
the crowd, while hands freely squeezed and pinched her buttocks, and even
her breasts.  She tried to keep her most private parts covered, but the
hands still were able to tweak her nipples or even slide between her legs!

   Jenny was lost in a sea of feeling hands.  Every time she'd almost get
out of the crowd a hand would reach out and tease her breast, or pat her
lovely ass.  She would turn to see who it was and end up walking back into
the crowd of men instead of out of it.  In spite of her humiliation, Jenny
was starting to feel a little warm and tingly from the constant attention
her body was receiving.

   With tears of joy streaming down her face Ashley yelled, "This way,
Jen!" Ashley never wanted it to end, but the crowd was starting to get a
little out of control.  She wanted to embarrass Jenny, not get her raped.

   "Here, over here!"

   Jenny moved toward her good friend's voice trying to ignore the hands
that were everywhere now.  They never seemed to leave any part of her body!
It was terrible!

   Finally, after what seemed like hours, a dazed Jenny pushed her way out
of the crowd, where she saw Ashley waving frantically at her while
continuing to shout, "Over here!"

   In her haste, Jenny tripped over her own feet.  She fell forward, ending
up on all fours with her lovely ass pointing right at a group of Japanese
tourists, who starting taking pictures with the many cameras they always
seemed to have.  It took several moments before Jenny recovered enough to
get up and try to find sanctuary for her naked body once again.  But not
before more than a hundred pictures were taken by the delighted Japanese
tourists.

   At last, Jenny pushed her way through the smiling tourist and got to
Ashley who was . . .

   * * * *

   "Excuse me."

   Jenny's husband looked up to see a cute young girl standing in front of
him.  "Yes?"

   "Was that your wife who got . . .  Well . . .  stripped," she asked.

   "Yes, why?"

   "She wanted me to ask you to get her something to wear out of the car."

   "Sure thing.  Tell Jenny I'll get them in a minute," he answered,
thinking, "I wonder how it all started for Jenny."



  
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   Jenny and the Millennium by ?

   Jenny was very excited about the turn of the millennium.  It was an
event she would only experience once and she was determined to make it
memorable.  Not really understanding the millennium bug, Jenny was not
concerned and went to great lengths to prepare for a big celebration.  She
wanted to be around all her friends so they would all remember what a great
time they all had.  So she had called around and booked an event hall, a
DJ, a bartender and a caterer for the evening of December 31, 1999.  Then
she called Ashley and together they went shopping for  -śthe perfect dress.
-ť

   Ashley always seemed to know just what to wear, but Jenny suffered from
nothing-to-wear syndrome.  As they made their way from shop to shop, Jenny
couldn -(TM)t seem to find the right outfit.  Ashley found several she
liked, but couldn -(TM)t decide.

   Finally, they decided.  Jenny would wear a skintight, gold lamĂ(C),
full-length gown with thin spaghetti straps and a long slit up one leg. 
Ordinarily, Jenny would have selected a more conservative dress -"ever
fearful of exposing herself accidentally -"but as Ashley had said,  -śthere
-(TM)s only one turn of the millennium in a lifetime -ť.  That, coupled
with the fact that Ashley had also selected a risquĂ(C) outfit, caused her
to throw caution to the wind.

   Ashley thought to herself that the gold dress would be  -śperfect -ť for
Jenny.

    -śJust let her try and stay in that one all night, -ť she thought.

   Talking her into it took some doing and she had to spend a little more
that she wanted to on an equally revealing dress for herself.  But it would
be worth it to see Jenny try to stay in that dress.  Besides, Ashley had no
intention of yielding any attention to Jenny.  Her own dress would make
sure of that.

   While Jenny -(TM)s dress would be very revealing, it would be easy to
move around in due to the long slit.  Ashley -(TM)s outfit was
strategically selected to require assistance all night long.  And she
intended to receive assistance and the attention she felt she deserved for
a change.  She had been overlooked once too often when she was with Jenny.
Ashley -(TM)s outfit was also tight fitting, but it had no splits and came
only to mid thigh.  It was so tight, she would only be able to take small
steps and climbing stairs would be difficult.  It was tight in the bodice
as well, pushing her ample assets up, while the low plunging neck line
insured her of drawing attention wherever she went.

   To complete the outfit, Ashley needed a pair of very high heels.  That,
she figured would do two things -"draw attention to her legs and render her
even more helpless.  She also thought Jenny could use a pair of high heels,
knowing the trouble Jenny could get in wearing high heels.

   At the shoe store, Ashley had selected a pair of red high heeled mules
to match her red dress.  They were the tallest pair in the shop at 4 1/2
inches.  Fortunately for Ashley, the only gold high heeled shoes they had
were platform models.  Ashley figured they were sold with the bedroom in
mind, but she convinced Jenny they were all the rave in the fashion world.
With the platforms the heels were around 5 inches high.  Jenny had some
major nervousness and anxiety about wearing them since she had never worn
such high heels, but Ashley talked her into them anyway.

   Friday, the end of the 20th Century, finally arrived.  Jenny took most
of the day to prepare for the night.  After a long hot bath, she put on a
robe and set about doing her makeup.

    -śA pony tail just won -(TM)t do for tonight, -ť she thought, so she
spent some time combing out her long blonde hair until it shined.

   As she was laying out her new gold dress, her husband called.  To her
distress, he was tied up as usual and she would have to meet him at the
party.

    -śDon -(TM)t you dare be late! -ť she scolded him.

    -śI -(TM)ll be there on time. -ť He said.

   With that in mind, Jenny was a little distracted as she tried to match
up some lingerie with her dress.  Unfortunately for her, she found that no
mater what she tried, nothing would go with the dress.  Not that she didn
-(TM)t have any gold lingerie to try, or even any with gold trim.  She had
plenty thanks to her husbands generosity in giving her plenty.  She had
even done all the wash, so she had every item she owned to try on.  The
trouble was that it all showed under the dress.

   She tried everything.  The dress was too low in the back for any of her
bras.  And the spit up the side was too high for all of her panties -"even
her thongs!  Next she tried her sheerest pantyhose, since stockings would
be too short.  But they all showed something they weren -(TM)t made to
show. She tried on all of her assorted teddies, girdles and unmentionable
items to no avail.

    -śSurely there must be some underwear designed for this dress. -ť She
thought.

   But she soon came to realize what Ashley had known all along -"she would
be naked under this dress all night long.

   Ashley, on the other hand, selected her lingerie for maximum effect. 
Her white stockings ended just out of sight under her tight red hem.  She
practiced sitting on various chairs in front of her mirror and was pleased
with the way the lace tops of her stockings and the red and white lace
garters would show.  The tight dress rode up her thighs without effort and
crossing her legs amplified the effect with her white silk panties flashing
on demand.  The top of her dress needed no additional support, but she
selected a lacy white demi-bra with straps that would fall off her
shoulders with the slightest shrug.

   Ashley slipped on her red mules, checked her image one last time in the
mirror and called for a taxi to take her to the party.

   Jenny was nervous as she wrapped the straps of the gold platform heels
around her bare ankles.

    -śI should have practiced walking in these shoes, -ť she thought.

   Standing, she checked herself in the full-length mirror and decided she
did at least look good.  She then picked up her new gold purse and tried to
pack into it everything she might need this evening.

   Satisfied, she made her way downstairs and turned on a few lights so she
wouldn -(TM)t have to return to a dark house.  Then she carefully locked
the front door and walked very carefully out to her car in the driveway. 
It was still daylight out and she felt as if all her neighbors were
watching her as she walked to her car.  Self-consciously, she held the slit
of her dress, just in case an unexpected gust of wind might blow it open.
She made it to her car without mishap, but she now had to worry about
getting into the low slung Miata without flashing her whole neighborhood
-"just in case they were really watching.

   The slit was on the driver -(TM)s side, and if she tried to hold it
closed, the dress was too tight for her to get in.  Ordinarily, she would
have entered on leg first followed by the other after she was sitting
behind the wheel.  This would not do in this case or one whole leg would be
sticking out of the slit.  So she sat down first and swung both legs in
together.

   Driving in the heels would be nearly impossible, so she leaned forward
to undo the straps --when she remembered she had forgotten her keys on the
counter in the kitchen.  Then she remembered her house keys on the same key
ring.  She was locked out -"again.  She remembered meaning to hide a house
key outside, but never remembered except in a time of need.

    -śMaybe one of the windows is open, -ť she thought, remembering opening
at least one that day.

   Carefully, she extracted herself from the car and walked back toward the
house.  Luckily, one of the front windows was open.  But, to climb through
it in her dress would be difficult at best.  She tried sticking her head
through first, but couldn -(TM)t lift herself up through the window with
her arms.  She didn -(TM)t want to risk ripping the dress by going head
first over the sill.

   Next she tried feet first.  The only way to get a foot in through the
window was to let the dress open up at the split.  This would have left her
blonde bush and naked crotch open to the street.  So with one hand over
herself to block the view as best as she could and other on the sill for
balance she stepped through.

   At this point, the neighbor across the street, who noticed Jenny leaving
in her shinny gold dress, had his binoculars trained on the action.  He
watched and groaned as Jenny -(TM)s nipples flashed into view during the
contortions required as she crawled through the window.

   Once inside, Jenny found her keys and started out again to the car.

   Meanwhile, Ashley -(TM)s taxi driver got a nice tip as he adjusted his
rearview mirror to keep one eye on Ashley -(TM)s lingerie and one on the
road.  At the hotel where the party was being held, he jumped out quickly
to open the door for her, narrowly beating the valet to the punch.  Both he
and the valet nearly lost control as Ashley stepped from the cab.

    -śHow much do I owe you? -ť asked Ashley to the cab driver.

    -śIt -(TM)s on me Ma -(TM)am, just be sure to call me when you need a
lift home, -ť he replied, handing her his business card with his cell phone
number.

   Jenny arrived in her Miata and had to put her shoes on while the valet
watched her dress move with her curves.  By the time she had them on, it
was obvious to him that there was nothing under the dress.

   Jenny found her friend Ashley at the bar -"or rather on a bar stool at
the bar.  Ashley had attracted quite a crowd of admirers and Jenny was
shocked to see that Ashley -(TM)s garters were showing.  It seemed that
Ashley once again needed to be reminded to be careful in such a short
dress.

    -śShe should know better than to sit on a high stool in that dress, -ť
Jenny thought innocently.

   While Jenny tried to get her attention to suggest a trip to the ladies
room, Ashley -(TM)s bra strap slipped off her shoulder.

    -śOops, -ť Ashley said as she feigned embarrassment.

    -śAt least it -(TM)s not me everyone is looking at, -ť thought Jenny.

   In reality, Jenny was being watched carefully as the men tried to figure
out how her thin straps contained her ample assets.  They were also trying
to verify their suspicions that she had nothing on under the tight gold
dress.  There certainly were no irregular bumps or lines -"just Jenny
-(TM)s smooth features.

   At Jenny -(TM)s suggestion to use the ladies room together, Ashley
declared,  -śSomeone needs to help me off of this stool.  My dress is just
too tight to reach the floor. -ť

   All inhibitions and self-respect were forgotten as the guys embarrassed
themselves volunteering.  One lucky guy took Ashley by her slim waist and
set her on her heels on the floor.  The witnesses didn -(TM)t feel so bad
after Ashley managed to flash her white panties at them and somehow her bra
straps came into view as she ceremoniously reached under her dress to put
them back into place.  Jenny just tried to look the other way to fight her
embarrassment.

   In the ladies room, Jenny said,  -śAshley, you need to be more careful
in that dress. -ť

    -śWhat do you mean? -ť asked Ashley.

    -śThat dress is too short to sit down without showing your garters. -ť
Jenny explained.  She continued by saying:  -śand up on that high stool
your panties were visible each time you crossed your legs. -ť

    -śOh dear.  I had no idea, -ť said Ashley.   -śHow do I look?  Is
everything covered properly? -ť

    -śTurn around, -ť said Jenny.

    -śLooks fine while your standing, but be careful sitting or bending, -ť
advised Jenny.   -śHow do I look? -ť

    -śYou look fine, why? -ť asked Ashley.

    -śWell, I couldn -(TM)t find anything to wear under this dress.  It
-(TM)s too revealing.  Can you tell? -ť

   Ashley had anticipated Jenny -(TM)s question and said,  -śTurn around
and let me see the back. -ť

   Ashley then discreetly pulled a small pocket knife from her purse and
while pretending to adjust Jenny -(TM)s straps, actually cut them almost
through.

    -śAny sudden movement, and they should give way, -ť thought Ashley. 
But she said,  -śYou look fine. -ť

   Back in the party room Jenny -(TM)s husband finally showed up.  He was
delighted by how the girls were dressed.  Ashley did all she could to show
him her frilly underpinnings whenever Jenny wasn -(TM)t looking.

   Sometime later, Jenny went to the bar to get refills on their drinks. 
On the way back, with her hands full, one strap gave out.  Suddenly her
left breast was exposed and she had no free hands to control the problem.
She let out a little cry and had just brought her arms across her chest
when the other strap let go.  She was trying to get back to the table to
set the drinks down in a hurry.  As the final strap snapped, her
full-length dress slipped down underfoot.

   The next thing she heard was the familiar sound of fabric ripping.  She
had stepped on the front of her dress and her high heel had gone right
through it causing her to trip and fall forward.  The drinks went flying as
she tried to catch herself.  The crash silenced the entire room and those
who hadn -(TM)t heard her cry when the first strap broke or noticed her
predicament were now drawn to watch.

   In a panic, a very embarrassed Jenny tried desperately to pull her dress
up over her breasts, but didn -(TM)t realize her heel was tangled up in the
hem.  As a result, she tore her dress in the process.  The continued
ripping sound made her take stock of her dress -"or what was left of it. 
Instead of a full length gown, it was now barely miniskirt length as it had
ripped at the point of least resistance at the top of the slit.  With both
straps ripped, Jenny had to hold it up over her chest.

   Aware of everyone staring, Jenny just wanted to get up and flee to the
ladies room.  But, in her platform heels and too short dress she had a
problem.  Add to that the broken straps and you can imagine her situation.
With people starting to gather, she did her best to scramble onto her feet,
tugging her dress first up then down in order to maintain some sort of
modesty.  Needless to say, it was quite a sight.

   Once on her feet, it was quite apparent that her newly shortened hem was
a bit too brief.  Jenny tried to tug the hem down, but she also had to keep
it from slipping down too far over her nipples.  The compromise position
left little to the imagination.  The long skirt portion of her gown lay on
the ground at her feet.  Without thinking, she bent over in typical Jenny
fashion to retrieve it.  As she picked up the torn piece of her dress, she
heard the quite in the room behind her grow into a steady moan -"kind of
like the wave at a major sporting event.  Quickly she straightened up, now
even more embarrassed.

   Ashley had the decency of going to the ladies room with Jenny to make
repairs to the straps.  Even Ashley couldn -(TM)t believe Jenny -(TM)s
luck, or lack of luck.  Since she didn -(TM)t want to miss the big
celebration at midnight, Jenny bravely stuck it out at the party in her new
micro-minidress.

   Ashley was a little miffed since Jenny drew a lot of her attention away,
but she made the best of it by capitalizing on all of Jenny -(TM)s
admirers. Men would make up some excuse to pass by Jenny, hoping to catch
one of her nipples in sight or a shot up her extremely short dress, and
Ashley would try every trick in her book to give them something to look at
instead of the blonde bomb.  Jenny was inwardly relieved at Ashley -(TM)s
predicaments, and said nothing for the rest of the evening about her
flashings.

   Jenny -(TM)s husband was beside himself with glee.  His only trouble was
staying in sight of both Ashley -(TM)s lace and his wife -(TM)s naked
charms.

   As the party came to a close, Jenny -(TM)s husband was a little
disappointed that it was over.  Who knows when he would get to see his
busty blonde wife and sexy Ashley all dressed up in dresses that were too
short?  It was kind of like Christmas, after all the presents were open.

   His consolation came when Ashley said she did not have a ride home. 
Jenny said of course he wouldn -(TM)t mind giving her a lift home.  So he
first helped his wife into her Miata -"reaffirming all of his wedding vows
-"and then led Ashley to his pickup truck.

   Always the gentleman (even with ulterior motives), he opened the
passenger door for her, and held his breath to see how she would climb up
into his lifted 4x4.  Ashley had asked for his help going down the stairs
in front of the hotel, and he knew her dress was too tight to step up into
the cab.  He had also witnessed how her short hem seemed to expose her
stockings and garters with little provocation.

    -śI don -(TM)t think I can get in your truck, -ť Ashley cooed with a
glance at his crotch.

   As she had hoped, it was straining against the swelling.

    -śWhat do you mean, Ashley? -ť he asked.

    -śWell, my dress is too tight to step up that high.  I -(TM)d have to
hike it up. -ť She said.

    -śShould I look the other way while you hitch it up? -ť he asked.

    -śOh no.  Even then, I don -(TM)t think I can climb up in these heels.
-ť She said, trying to recover from his unexpected question.   -śCan you
give me a boost? -ť

    -śSure, -ť he said enthusiastically.

   As he prepared to give Ashley a boost, adjusting his crotch when he
hoped she wasn -(TM)t looking, she gave a series of tugs to her dress until
she could lift her leg high enough, up to the doorsill.  Having
accomplished that, he had nowhere except her rear end to give her a boost.
With her skirt up around her waist, he was confronted with her sexy
lingerie in front, up to her white lacy panties.  As he put his hand on her
panties, she didn -(TM)t complain, but acted as if it were completely
normal.

   Once in the cab, Ashley made a production of settling her dress over her
garters.  Sitting, her dress ended just above her stockings.  It was
amazing he didn -(TM)t have an accident on the way to Ashley -(TM)s, since
it was hard to keep his eyes on the road.

   Getting out of the truck, Ashley required assistance again of course. 
The process of scooting to the edge of the seat hitched up her red dress
past her red and white garter straps, but Ashley didn -(TM)t bother to pull
it back down as it wouldn -(TM)t have done much good anyway.  She knew
Jenny -(TM)s husband had a very good view of her as she leaned toward him
for support.  She placed her hands on his shoulders, shrugging to let her
bra straps fall off of her shoulders.

   As she slid one leg down first, pointing her dainty high heeled foot to
reach the ground, her dress slid up past her crotch.  With one leg on the
sill and one near the ground, there wasn -(TM)t anything left unexposed
under her dress.

    -śIt -(TM)s a good thing I -(TM)m wearing panties tonight, or I wouldn
-(TM)t have any secrets left from you, -ť she cooed.

   Jenny -(TM)s husband tried to think about Jenny climbing into her Miata
without any panties.



  
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   Jenny's New Job by Biker

   First impressions were everything she reminded herself and so selecting
the clothes for today was very important Jenny reminded herself for the
third time since breakfast.  A new job and new responsibilities required a
new outfit.

   Jenny was still nervous at the prospect of meeting her clients, "What if
they hate me?"

   Again her tummy flipped a couple of times in nervousness.  "Oh if only
I'd gone for the second option."

   But it was too late, Jenny had chosen her new job of the two choices
offered to her at the temp agency and now it was too late to back out.

   The drive into town with her husband took a long while and she spent the
time thinking of all the things that could go wrong and making appropriate
contingency plans, all the while Jenny had the tummy flips.  She had to
admit it, she was terrified this wasn't something she was looking forward
to!.

   The car park was almost empty at this early hour.  She kissed John
goodbye and he wished her luck squeezing her thigh in encouragement. 
Taking a deep breath she exited the car.

   "See you at home tonight!" he called out as he sped off to work himself.

   Alone now in the car park Jenny knew that a lot of the clients would be
arriving by foot, and so rather then face them too soon she took another
deep breath to calm herself.  Then headed in the direction of the low
single storey building, she'd been here before but now it seemed so much
more sinister knowing it was her first day here, Officially.

   Inside she sipped the coffee she'd made herself and heard people's
voices through the thin walls gently droning on, suddenly occasionally
punctuated by a shriek.  Drips of coffee landed in Jenny's lap.  She was so
nervous

   "I must relax, I must relax I must relax...  deeep breaths deeeeep
breaths."

   Jenny felt her tummy roll as 9 o'clock got closer.

   Next door Miss Johnson clapped her hands loudly calling everyone's
attention to herself, all eyes turned to look at her.  Jenny knew it was
make or break time.  Reluctantly she stood up brushed her black leggings of
any specks of dust smoothed her T-shirt down and turned towards the door
her training shoes (sneakers) squeaked on the vinyl floor as she walked to
meet her doom.

   "...So everyone let's give a big happy hello to the new classroom
assistant Mrs Hamilton!" Miss Johnson cried out

   "Hello Mrs Hamilton!" chorused 27 little six year olds in unison.

   Jenny smiled wanly and tried to look excited yet wished she were
elsewhere.  Children!

   Jenny had no experience with the little treasures except of course the
one or two Boy scouts that had crossed her path.  One day she hoped to have
a family of her own but that was in the far distant future.  So what she
learnt here this day would only serve to help her when that day came.  This
was what she had to remind herself as often as she could.

   Miss Johnson, led Jenny over to the activity table where a boy sat on
his own colouring in a picture, outside of the lines Jenny noted, she'd
have to rectify that soon.

   "Mrs Hamilton, I'd like to introduce you to one of the cutest little
chaps in the class, you'll be his personal helper today."

   Jenny smiled at the boy who only glanced at Jenny with dark hooded eyes.
Miss Johnson dipped her head closer to the young boy and hissed
threateningly at him

   "Damian, you behave yourself or you'll answer to me.  Clear?"

   "Damian." Oh my God!  Images of the Omen films flashed through her mind.
Jenny wished she were still in bed for the fourth time that day.  Miss
Johnson muttered a passing comment to Jenny as she left her, which included
the words 'scissors' and 'banned' whatever could she have meant?

   The day went along easily enough.  Damian turned out to be less the of
the Devil's offspring Jenny thought he would be, and slowly she relaxed her
guard.  Soon she was playing hide and seek with him in the playground as if
she'd done it for months.

   Lunchtime surprised her by its sudden arrival and the darlings piled out
into the yard to eat their packed lunches or whatever they'd foraged for
earlier in the day like small stones and grass.  Damian sat alone eating
his lunch with a distant look in his eyes,

   "This afternoon would be the time, yes soon, soon."

   Jenny sipped her orange juice with the other teachers in the Staff room
occasionally glancing out of the window to check on the children.  She had
to admit it she felt great.  It was almost 6 hours into the day and she was
still wearing the same clothes and hadn't torn, lost or had removed a
single article, she didn't want to add the word "yet" but it came out loud
and clear in her subconscious.  It was at that precise moment that the
glass of orange slid off the arm of the easy chair she sat in and spilled
it's cold contents into Jenny's lap.

   "Awww dammit!" Jenny stood up desperately trying to brush the liquid off
her already soaked leggings but it was no good they would need to be
removed and dried.

   Damian sat in the playground and opened his eyes from the deep
concentration he'd been in and smiled.  Normally Jenny would be prepared
for eventualities such as this, but now she had nothing with her as a
change of clothes, the bag of spare clothes was safely in the trunk of her
car which was being serviced at the garage.

   "Just my bad luck!" she muttered to herself.

   It had all started almost two years ago this sort of thing had never
been something she had to contend with but since March '98 her luck had
suddenly changed for the worse.  Losing her clothes or having them ripped
from her blushing body seemed to be almost a common thing now.

   Resigned to the turn of events that faced her Jenny just asked as she
dripped in the middle of the Staff room if anyone had any spare clothes she
could borrow.  Her luck was in as a young woman said she had something
Jenny could borrow, and left the room returning moments later with a small
bag. Jenny entered the toilets and undressed.  Wringing out the orange
juice from the leggings and her panties too, the panties went straight onto
the radiator to dry.  The T-shirt showed signs of splatter, so that was
removed too.  Her trainers were dappled orange so they were dropped into a
plastic bag along with the other items of clothing.

   She opened up the bag and checked to see what it contained.  Inside were
items obviously left over from a Jumble sale and these were the unsold
items, Jenny guessed rightly as she pulled out a torn and faded "Frankie
says Relax" T shirt.  A quick rummage through the bag turned up a good
white T-shirt and a pair of strappy high heel sandals in her size that were
in very good condition but no skirt or leggings at all.

   She ducked her head out of the door and called for Miss Johnson, she
arrived and Jenny confided her troubles to her.

   "You leave it with me Jenny I'll be back soon."

   True to her word Miss Johnson returned clutching a white tennis skirt
she hoped would fit Jenny's hips.  She'd borrowed it from one of the other
teachers.  Jenny groaned inside but accepted the minute skirt gratefully.

   Wrapping the skirt about her Jenny had to then breath in deeply pulled
hard and managed to button it together around her waist.  She took a moment
to check herself in the mirror and shuddered at the memory of being dressed
just like this in strappy sandals a white tennis skirt and no panties on a
miniature golf course with Ashley last year, damn that Windmill!!!!.

   Retrieving the dry but stained panties she slipped them on then checked
herself once more in the mirror.  Jenny steeled herself for the afternoons
activities dressed as she was.  Damien liked the new outfit Jenny wore now,
he especially liked the way she tried to sit modestly on the child's seat
beside him, with her knees tightly closed made her look so vulnerable.

   Miss Johnson told the class that they would be split into 2 groups and
could either paint or make cakes she would take charge of one group, Jenny
would supervise the other.  Damian elected to do whatever Jenny's half of
the class did, which was painting.

   Great!!

   Each child was given brushes and water and Jenny did her best to keep
all of them supervised.  Damian soon got jealous of the others sharing
Jenny's attention it wasn't something he'd planned on so he made it his
personal goal to keep Jenny to himself whatever it took.

   Later Jenny sat by Damian showing him for the tenth time that trees
should have green leaves and not blue ones.  When suddenly one of the
children began fighting a few of tables along, as she stood up to sort out
the problem.  A tub of red paint leapt up and as if it had a mind of its
own and landed slap bang in the middle of her chest.  Quick as a flash
Jenny tugged the red splattered shirt away from herself without it dripping
onto her skirt and rushed off to the toilets.

   Again.

   Disaster, no other name for it.  Her bra was ruined, stained a deep red
with the paint and soaked too from Jenny's attempt at cleaning it in the
sink.  The shirt now looked tie-dyed but it too was dripping wet, pretty
soon Miss Johnson tapped on the door, "Jenny are you alright?" Jenny just
shook her head but called out pathetically.

   "I'm ok but I need another shirt, I don't suppose..."

   "I'll see what I can do.  Anything else?"

   "I don't suppose you have a spare 38DD bra handy do you?"

   "Sorry Jenny no, the biggest we have is a 34C and I'm using it right
now. Ha ha"

   Miss Johnson tried to make Jenny feel better by cracking that little
funny but it didn't work Jenny felt miserable, bundling the bra up she
dropped it into the bag with her other juice soaked clothes.  5 minutes
later Miss Johnson returned with a shirt for Jenny.  Jenny had hoped it
wouldn't be from that same woman she'd borrowed the skirt from earlier. 
She seriously doubted she'd fit into a shirt 2 sizes smaller than she was
and still look modestly attired.  Tight tops tended to accentuate Jenny's
well-endowed chest and drew men's (and some women's) eyes to them like a
magnet.

   She was pleasantly surprised to see the shirt was rather generous in its
size in fact it was XXL.  It fitted Jenny loosely, she felt that at least
it would go a long way to disguise the fact that she was bra less and any
swinging her unrestrained breasts would be liable to would be lessened by
the baggy shirt.

   On returning to the classroom the painting session was over and it was
time to change activities. Cake making.  whoo hoo!  Damian thought.  Each
child was issued with an apron but the teachers one couldn't be found so
Jenny knew she'd have to be extra vigilant now, one splash and this shirt
would become almost transparent.  She set about teaching the children the
basics of cake making.  Bending over each child and helping him or her mix
the flour.

   Damian in the meantime just spent the time trying to look up Jenny's
skirt to guess what coloured knickers she had on, after 30 seconds he knew.

   Damien spent a happy 10 minutes under the soft ledge of Jenny's chest as
she stood over him mixing the flour and water and warning him not to add
too much water.  But the bumping of her left breast against the side of his
head made him forget that gem of information, then all too soon she was
gone to another child.  Damien sighed and reached for the cup of water.

   Damian really didn't like any of the kids in the class but he especially
disliked Dan.  Dan was good at pretty much anything he turned his hand to
especially writing.  So Damian always interfered and twisted the situation
so that it seemed whatever Dan did.

   Jenny now was bent right over Dan bumping HIS head with her titties
while she helped HIM mix up HIS sponge, Damian looked down at the slurry
his own cake mix had become and just got green with envy at Dan's apparent
ease and progress.

   "I'll fix him." Damien muttered and spooned his thin mix of water and
flour into a cup ready to let fly at Dan.

   As he got closer behind Dan he heard Jenny saying.  "That's very good
Dan you're so clever, I'm sure you'll have the best sponge in the class."

   Damian got angry and instead of tipping the cup over Dan he lifted up
the back of Jenny's skirt and before she was aware of it poured the
contents down between the cleft of her rounded buttocks.

   Jenny Shrieked as the cold wetness slid into her panties she leapt high
into the air and rushed off to the sanctuary of the toilets for the third
time that day.  Locking the door behind her Jenny slithered out of the
soaked knickers and draped them over the radiator and set about cleaning
the white mess from her pretty pussy and up between her legs.  After 15
minutes of rinsing and washing she felt clean again, time to check on the
panties Alarm bells clanged as she picked up the rock hard mass that used
to be cotton but had hardened to a brick over the radiator.

   Uh oh!  A flour and water mixture equals..................  Glue!!!

   "Ooooh no!  Not this, not now."

   "Miss Johnson!!  Miss Johnson!" Jenny called out from the toilets as she
hid behind the door, no reply came to her desperate cries.

   Gathering all her courage Jenny stepped out of the toilets and walked
gingerly into the deserted classroom, where was everyone?  She looked into
the Staff room but that too was deserted, movement outside the window
caught her eye as she saw parents filing into the car park to await the
collection of their kids.

   Jenny noticed a high number of males among the parents and clutched her
skirt tightly in case it decided to suddenly fall down or mysteriously flip
up revealing her to all.  She was curious about the disappearance of the
class and was torn between finding the bag with the clothes in it to
furnish herself with some undergarments or continue searching for the
class. Her wandering brought her near to the playground and there she saw
the entire class gathered around the base of a tree.

   She stepped outside overcome by curiosity rather than the need for
panties.  And as casually as she was able to given her knickerless state in
a short tennis skirt stepped demurely over the scattered toys until she too
was by the tree.

   "You come down this minute!" shrieked Miss Johnson, Jenny looked behind
the tree to see Miss Johnson yelling upwards, raising her gaze upwards
Jenny saw the tree house and the angelic face of Damian looking down at
them.

   "Problems?" Jenny asked

   "You have no idea." Miss Johnson sighed back, "He does this whenever
he's been bad.  He just goes off somewhere and sulks if we tell him off. 
He once stayed up there for 3 hours."

   "I'm vewy sawwy Mrs Hamilton.  I didn't meeean to.  Honest" Damian
pleaded

   "It's alright Damian, just come down and everything will be fine." Jenny
called up to the boy.

   "I'm scared!" Damian cried back

   Jenny turned to Miss Johnson "Did he climb down on his own the last time
he went up there?"

   "Nope, Mr Abraham's had to climb up and get him."

   "Well you'd better call him again."

   "He left the school, got a job wrestling Crocodiles in Florida, says
it's easier, less stressful.  Nope there are only two people who can get
him down and one of them he really doesn't like."

   "Oh?  And who's that then?" Jenny inquired

   "Well he doesn't like me at all...  but he seems to have taken a liking
to you Jenny."

   "Me!" Jenny squeaked "But, but, but..."

   "I'll take the class inside and get them ready to be collected by their
parents you get that little brat down."

   "I heard what you called me Miss Johnson, I'm gonna tell my big brother
you said that!" Damian called down.

   Muttering some untypable expletives under her breath Miss Johnson
stalked off taking the other children in tow and leaving Jenny alone with
the boy and with a big decision to make.  Jenny chewed her nails, bit her
lip, ground her toes into the grass and did all the things that signified a
decision had been made but was still a very bitter pill to swallow.

   Jenny looked around and then at the ladder leading up to the tree house

   "Oh my...." she gulped and took hold of the first rung and began to
climb groping for toe holds on the uneven rungs nailed to the tree.

   She was half way up when she saw someone coming toward the tree and he
was male!  Looking down at the distant ground and the few rungs to the top.
She chose to continue hoping the stranger wouldn't get to the base of the
tree, look up and catch Jenny up there on the ladder without her panties.
Now that would be the end to a perfect day, blushing now at the thought of
what he'd see.  Jenny scrambled on faster.

   Two rungs from the top, the rung she stood on wobbled and tipped her
off. Somehow she managed to hold on with her hands and pulled herself up
until she could regain her footing but her shock was compounded by the
slight ripping sound of a button as it gave up its effort of holding in the
waist band against Jenny's trim tummy.  Which was two sizes larger than
what it was originally designed to hold.

   Jenny looked down to see the white skirt fluttering to the ground below.
Checking once more for the stranger Jenny saw him on the blind side of the
tree and a lot closer!  She saw no alternative now but to get into the
treehouse and FAST!

   The arrival of a semi naked Jenny bursting into the tree house with him
brought a big smile to Damian's face.  Jenny tugged the t-shirt down
pulling it tighter over her ample bosom but it covered her hips from the
prying child's eyes.

   "Hello!  Anyone up there?" a voice called from below.  Jenny's heart
pounded hard with fear suppose he comes up and sees her crouching here
dressed like this?

   "Damian are you in the tree house again?"

   Damian's eyes lit up as he said to Jenny "That Owen he's my big
brother!"

   Damian looked over the edge of the door.  "Yes I am Owen, I been a bad
boy.d"

   "Tell me something I don't already know." Came the reply from below.

   "Owen catch Damian!" The child cried out and before Jenny could stop him
Damian dove out of the treehouse door.

   She shut her eyes tightly expecting the thud of a child hitting the
ground any second later but laughter filled her ears instead of the
expected screaming.

   "Huh?"

   Looking over the edge she was in time to see Damian slowly floating down
to the waiting arms of the spotty young man with glasses who seemed to be
concentrating very hard!.

   Before the youth could see her she ducked back into the shadows of her
little haven puzzling over this strange sight.

   Her heart froze as she heard from below Damian talking to his brother
"My teachers up there without her skirt on."

   "Mmmm yes I'm sure she is, and I'm the King of Siam.  Come on we've got
to get going."

   The sound of voices receded and Jenny looked out the window to check as
she saw Damian running to the car park waving a white piece of cloth in his
pudgy little hands, his elder brother strolling along behind.

   Now she was relatively safe from being discovered, she sat down gingerly
on the rough wood being careful of picking up a splinter and gave serious
thought as to how to get out of this situation.  Only after a few minutes
she heard someone calling her name.

   "Mrs Hamilton....  Where are youuuu?"

   Looking out of the window opening she was relieved to see Miss Johnson
the class teacher.  She hadn't forgotten about Jenny after all!  Jenny
called out and Miss Johnson walked over to the base of the tree and called
up.  A nervous Jenny looked down to her and was about to explain her
problem and ask Miss Johnson to look for her skirt when the memory of
Damien running off with his brother came back to her he had been carrying a
white piece of material, it didn't take a Detective to figure out it was
her skirt.  This was bad now!

   Blushing furiously Jenny was about to ask Miss Johnson to get her
another skirt or better still some trousers when Miss Johnson shrieked.

   "Oh Goodness me!  The ladder leading up there is missing some rungs
you're trapped up there!  Now don't panic I'll have you down in a jiffy,
There's a fire station next door they're sure to rescue you."

   Before a very shocked Jenny could stop her off she ran, Fire station! 
FIRE STATION!!!

   Oh my God!  She looked in the direction Miss Johnson had ran off in, and
saw her run into the yard next door waving her arms about she soon got the
attention of the fire crew there she spent a few moments explaining to the
leading fireman

   "You've just got to rescue her!" Miss Johnson explained between gasps of
breath "The poor girl looked out of her mind with worry."

   The fireman looked in the direction of Jenny in the tree house then his
eyes widened, this wasn't your ordinary stone faced teacher this one looked
gorgeous!  At least from what they could see of her waving her arms out of
the window in obvious panic.  Jenny waved her hands back and forth and
mouthing the word 'No' indicating that she was OK and to ignore Miss
Johnson.

   The flurry of activity that began made her realise these firemen were
going into action despite Jenny's best attempts to stop them!.  Once more
she pulled down the baggy T-shirt trying to stretch it lower and attempt to
cover her bottom at least, but it was useless.  The sirens wailing and the
roar of an engine startled Jenny out of her preoccupation with the shirt.
The red fire truck screeched to a halt in the nursery car park and out
pilled the crew rushing to the base of the tree with all sorts of equipment
in their arms such as oxygen cylinders and axes one bright spark even
brought a ladder!

   12 firemen stood below the tree looking up at Jenny, Miss Johnson stood
among them wringing her hands with worry.

   "Now don't panic Miss we'll have you safely down in no time." one chap
in a white helmet called up to her.

   "Bu, Bu But I......."

   "Please try not to panic it'll only make the situation worse." white hat
called back.  Shit this one's a looker he thought to himself.  I'm going to
make sure I'm the one who rescues her.

   They broke out the equipment cases and huddled around in a group to work
out a plan to get Jenny down, white hat suggested using the ladder, they
agreed that was the best policy for today and gloomily put away the
chainsaws and axes, sadly no tree felling today.

   Jenny in the meantime was going quietly out of her mind in the tiny tree
house.  All she was wearing was a T-shirt and strappy high heels, nothing
else!!  She had only seconds before that fact was known to these brave
Firefighters below, and when that happened she knew she'd die of
embarrassment Her eyes darted left and right trying to find something to
cover herself with, when the ladder clonked onto the sill of the doorway.

   Jenny squeaked in panic tugging the shirt down lower to cover her blonde
pussy but also stretched it tight over her large breasts.  She watched in
hypnotic fascination as the ladder shuddered as a fireman climbed up.

   Leading fireman Ron had seen many things in his life as a fireman.  Some
moments were cherished memories like when he rescued the woman who trapped
her toe up the tap of her bath, he had spend over an hour with her enjoying
her naked body covered only by a flimsy towel until he'd freed her.  As his
eyes met Jenny's he saw that look again and knew she wasn't in panic at
being stuck in the tree house but terrified he was going to see something
she didn't want seen, just like that woman in the bath.



   "Now miss, don't you worry I'll have you down in no time." Fireman Ron
said as gently as he could while almost bursting inside in anticipation at
the prospect of soon getting his hands of the blonde in front of him.

   Jenny's eyes were bulging with fear and her hands were shaking.  Any
second and he'll see that this shirt is all I have on --

   Ron checked the size of the small treehouse and glumly saw it would be
too small to squeeze in there with her and get her onto his shoulder AND
climb down his ladder.  Something else would need to be done.

   "Miss, I'm going to have to guide you down the ladder, so try not to
panic you'll be in safe hands alright?"

   Numbly Jenny nodded, too shocked really to take in what he'd just said.

   He went on explaining his plan.  "I need you t turn around and leave the
treehouse feet first." He made spinning motions with his hands as if he was
stirring a cup of coffee.

   Jenny sat in the corner wishing she was elsewhere, the shirt pulled low
down into her lap.  She mentally shrugged and lifted her knees up then
heard the fireman gasp as his eyes locked onto what she'd just exposed.

   "Oh my!" she wailed to herself.

   Getting herself onto her knees in the treehouse wasn't so hard as she
was quite agile but she dreaded turning around and facing her bare bottom
in the direction of the fireman.  Gulping once more, she did as he
instructed and slowly spun around turning her shapely posterior towards his
face for his inspection.  The rattling of the aluminium ladder was
testimony enough that he was reacting to its sight.

   Jenny moaned in embarrassment.  Shuffling backwards she felt his touch
on her dainty ankle as he guided her back to the doorsill.  The collective
gasp that rose from below was evidence enough for Jenny that now all the
firemen waiting at the foot of the ladder had now seen her bare bum show
itself in the treehouse doorway.  The tender but firm grip on her ankles by
Fireman Ron as he guided her feet to the rung seemed to be shaking
somewhat. Soon both her feet were on the rungs side by side, and her body
was jack knifed over the top of the ladder her legs locked at the knees



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   Jenny Goes Ice-Skating by Mustang Diamond

   Jenny -(TM)s sister called to ask if she would mind watching her boys
while she went shopping on Saturday.  Jenny agreed, but reluctantly was
dreading the task.  Her nephews were at that unpredictable adolescent age
-"somewhere in their teens.  Jenny could never keep track of their ages or
Birthdays.

   Later, when Ashley called to see if she wanted to go to dinner on
Saturday, Jenny had to decline saying that she had promised to do some
babysitting for her sister.  Ashley had really just wanted to get Jenny
-(TM)s husband out on the town and dinner seemed like an innocent way to
get to him.

    -śBaby sitting?  Your nephews are almost in high school. -ť Ashley had
said.

    -śOh yeah.  Well, she asked me to watch them nonetheless. -ť Jenny
replied.

    -śYou could meet me afterwards.  Just call when your sister gets back.
-ť

   Ashley was already scheming.  For she was well aware of Jenny -(TM)s
nephews and the pranks they played.

    -śI guess so.  I -(TM)ll ask my husband if he wants to and get back to
you. -ť Jenny said.

    -śGreat.  See you on Saturday. -ť Ashley stated, matter-of-factly.

   Ashley then called Jenny -(TM)s husband and filled him in on what she
had in mind.

   Later, when Jenny asked him he said,  -śGreat idea.  I -(TM)ll pick you
up and then we can go get Ashley. -ť

    -śNot aware of the consequences, Jenny had agreed. -ť

   Saturday morning, Jenny had to decide what to wear.  Her husband,
anticipating her dilemma, was ready with suggestions and encouragement.  He
managed to flatter Jenny into wearing one of her wraparound miniskirts and
a matching cashmere sweater.  It was winter, so the sweater made the outfit
wearable on a chilly day.  He then said it would be great if she wore the
lingerie ensemble he had bought for her earlier that week.  How could she
refuse?

   Jenny was not thinking clearly or she might have objected to seeing her
nephews in such an outfit.  A pair of black heels and Jenny was ready for a
night of fine dinning.

   Jenny -(TM)s husband was very pleased with the way her skirt unwrapped
as she stepped into their all-wheel-drive Subaru.

    -śGoodness, I guess I -(TM)ll have to be more careful getting in and
out of this car dressed like this. -ť Jenny said, slightly embarrassed. 
But since it was only her husband looking at her new garter and stockings,
she didn -(TM)t really hurry to rewrap her skirt.

    -śNot on my account, you won -(TM)t.  Those are the loveliest legs I
-(TM)ve ever seen. -ť He said to her as he closed the door.

   It wasn -(TM)t until they got on the road that Jenny started thinking
about her nephews.  But she didn -(TM)t want to bring up the subject with
her husband.  He might not think it appropriate to talk about.

    -śI -(TM)ll just have to be careful. -ť She thought to herself.

   As her husband opened her door for her, she very carefully held her
skirt closed and swung both legs out together.  Keeping her knees together,
she got out of the car just as her two boys came running around the corner
of the yard.  They were covered in snow and looked to be in the middle of a
snowball fight.

   Alarmed, Jenny cried,  -śNow boys.  Be careful.  I -(TM)m all dressed up
and don -(TM)t want to get snowy and wet. -ť

    -śAwe Aunt Jenny, your no fun, -ť they yelled and went tearing off
around back.

    -śHave fun, Dear.  Call when your ready to go out and I -(TM)ll be back
to pick you up.  You look good enough to eat. -ť Said her husband.

   Jenny temporarily forgot to worry and waved goodbye.

   Shortly after Jenny arrived, her sister left her in charge and went
shopping.

   The boys seemed to keep themselves occupied and Jenny made herself at
home in front of the home entertainment center.  The phone rang, but Jenny
hardly noticed since she was caught up in a show.

    -śOne of the boys must have gotten it, -ť she thought.

   Both of them got on the line when they heard it was Ashley.  Each had a
not-so-secret crush on their Aunt -(TM)s  -śhot -ť friend.  Ashley enjoyed
teasing these two adolescents, figuring they had to grow up sometime.  So
when she asked the boys if they wanted to help embarrass their Aunt, they
quite frankly weren -(TM)t thinking with their heads.  Ashley explained
what she had in mind and after not-so-subtly asking if Ashley would join
them, the boys put the plan into action.

   Ashley just laughed to herself and said,  -śCount on it. -ť

   Back in the den, the older boy said to Jenny,  -śAunt Jenny, it -(TM)s
time to go skating. -ť

    -śWhat do you mean it -(TM)s time to go skating.  Where? -ť asked
Jenny.

    -śDown at the mall.  They have public skating every Saturday. -ť The
younger one piped up.

    -śCome on, it -(TM)s the only time we get to go. -ť Said the older one.

   Jenny figured it was a good way to kill some time and said  -śOkay. -ť

   So off they went.

   The mall was an outdoor strip of grass in the middle of the town square.
The Fire Department flooded it when the temperature stayed below freezing
and the Public Works Department kept the  -śice rink -ť plowed.  On
Saturday, they allowed anyone to skate.

   Since the boys lived just three blocks away, they walked.  Jenny was to
busy trying not to fall in her high heels to notice that the boys had
brought along their Mom -(TM)s skates for Jenny.  The sidewalks were
plowed, so the only hazards were the patches of ice here and there.  Jenny
was very careful to avoid any ice.

   At the second street, the snowplow had left a ridge of snow.  Not
wanting to get her feet wet, Jenny had to step over it.  But, it was too
far a step for comfort and she hesitated.

    -śCould one of you boys give me a hand? -ť Jenny asked.

   They practically tripped over each other offering.  Jenny almost fell as
she slipped a little, her tight sweater jiggling as she leaned on the boys
in the process.  The boys kept her up right and enjoyed every minute of it.
It didn -(TM)t even cross Jenny -(TM)s mind that she was turning these
young boys into men as she giggled nervously and held on to them for
support.

    -śThanks, boys.  I almost fell. -ť She said.

   When they reached the mall, Jenny could see people skating.  There were
a couple of benches at the edge of the rink for changing shoes to skates
and vice versa.  Jenny figured it was a good place from which to watch. 
The trouble was, there was no clear path to the benches.  The snow was
several inches deep and Jenny did not want to get her feet all wet.  But
there seemed to be no other way.

   As she surveyed the situation, one of the boys asked,  -śWhat -(TM)s the
matter? -ť

   Jenny replied,  -śI don -(TM)t want to get my new shoes all snowy, but I
don -(TM)t see a path to the benches over there. -ť

    -śHow about walking in our footprints?  Asked her other nephew.

    -śHey.  That -(TM)s a great idea! -ť Jenny exclaimed.

   As they made their way across the snowy mall, the boys kept looking back
to see how Jenny was making out.  The worried look on her face indicated
that she seemed to be having trouble stepping from one footprint to the
next.  It was very difficult for her to maintain her balance in her high
heels and even walking in the footprints her feet were getting snowy and
cold.  As the boys marched along, their pace gradually lengthened.  Jenny
found it harder and harder to stay in their tracks until she nearly lost
her balance and had to step in the deep snow to keep from falling.  As the
cold snow covered her high-heeled shoe and her stocking covered ankle,
Jenny let out a small cry.

   The boys noticed her predicament and doubled back to help.  With one
nephew on each side, Jenny was back on track.  But shortly the tracks ran
out and one of the boys had to let go to lead the way.  Progress was slow,
but they finally made it to the benches and Jenny sat down and tried to
shake the snow off her feet.

   The boys sat down and started putting on their skates.  Then Ashley
arrived, much to the boy -(TM)s delight.  They each thought she looked
really cool in her high-heeled boots.  She was wearing a jean miniskirt and
a leather bomber jacket and had her skates slung over one shoulder.

    -śHi Guys. -ť She said in greeting.

    -śHi Ashley. -ť Said the boys in unison.

    -śWhat are you doing here? -ť asked Jenny.

    -śJust out for a day of skating. -ť Said Ashley with a wink to the
boys.

    -śI didn -(TM)t know you could ice skate. -ť Said Jenny.

    -śSure.  Don -(TM)t you? -ť she replied.

    -śAre you kidding.  I -(TM)ve never even tried it. -ť Said Jenny.

    -śWell there -(TM)s no time like the present, huh boys! -ť exclaimed
Ashley.

    -śRight.  We figured you skated and brought our Mom -(TM)s skates for
you. -ť Said the olderboy.

   And before Jenny could protest, Ashley and the boys peer pressured her
into it.

   Maybe it was fear, or possibly the fact that Ashley had shown up in a
skirt, that caused Jenny to momentarily forget about her attire.  But by
the time she remembered, she was on the ice with both boys holding her up
on either arm.

   As they slid her along the ice, Jenny was afraid her skirt would
suddenly blow open and she would be unable to control it while she was
holding on for dear life.  She tried to look down to make sure it wasn
-(TM)t unwrapping itself, but as she did she lost her balance and wound up
falling on her rear end.  The boys were not strong enough to keep her from
falling, but they managed to stay upright each holding an arm.  Jenny
-(TM)s skirt unwrapped as she sat on the ice and for a moment there was
nothing she could do about it.

   Jenny wasn -(TM)t worried about the two boys -"who were momentarily
frozen in place as they checked out their aunt -(TM)s stockings, garters
and frilly panties -"but there were a number of men skating who started to
show interest in her predicament.  Blushing furiously, she extricated her
arms and pulled her skirt back over her undies.  Suddenly, skating didn
-(TM)t seem like such a good idea anymore.  But, she was in the middle of
the rink sitting on her fanny with an audience gathering.

   Having never been skating, Jenny wasn -(TM)t sure how to get up.  She
did realize the difficulties associated with getting up while dressed in a
short skirt.  Especially one that unwrapped if not properly attended.  Her
butt was getting cold and she was well aware that the only thing between
her and the ice were her thin panties.  To make matters worse, they had
started to ride up her cheeks so she was anxious to get up.

   Jenny tried to get up by herself, but each time she ended up back on the
ice.  Just as she gave up trying to keep her skirt in place, her skates
would slip out from under her.  Her stocking clad legs and garters had
attracted quite a crowd by the time she gave up and asked for help.

   Finally one of the onlookers took pity and lifted her onto her skates.

   Ashley couldn -(TM)t believe all the attention her blonde friend was
receiving.  Not a single guy was paying her any attention.  She decided
that the next time she went ice skating she would wear a more daring outfit
and pretend not to know how to skate.  It was too late for this crowd as
she had already taken a few quick laps around the ice, tying to attract
some attention.

   The crowd thinned around Jenny as she rewrapped her skirt and brushed
the snow off her stockings.

    -śI -(TM)d better go sit down before I fall again, -ť thought Jenny.

   But that was harder than she imagined.  Before, her nephews -"one on
each side -"had given her a false sense of security.  Now, they were off
chasing Ashley around the ice as she twirled on her toes causing her skirt
to spin out and flashing her panties every once and a while.  The boys
thought it was a neat trick, but didn -(TM)t tell her about the flashing.
They figured what she didn -(TM)t know couldn -(TM)t hurt her, but Ashley
figured what she knew couldn -(TM)t hurt them.

   As Jenny tried to make her way back toward the benches, she set out in
the opposite direction of the flow of skaters, who were circling the rink.
It wasn -(TM)t long before she fell again, attracting the attention of the
male skating population.  Before Jenny could react to gather her unwrapped
skirt, one of the distracted onlookers skated by a little too close.

   As he passed her on the ice with her stockings and garters flashing, he
wasn -(TM)t paying enough attention to where he was going.  Or perhaps he
was paying too much attention and ended up skating directly at Jenny. 
Jenny saw him coming toward her at an alarming rate and not knowing much
about skating, she figured he was going to run her over.

   So she screamed,  -śAHHHHHEEEEEEEeeeeee! -ť

   Jenny -(TM)s scream only threw him off even more and by the time he tore
his eyes off her legs and frilly underpinnings and realized he was on a
collision course -"it was nearly too late.  Jenny closed her eyes, frozen
in place, and waited for the impact.  He managed to lift one skate as he
flew past her, but the other skate went right over Jenny -(TM)s
outstretched skirt.  Without a sound, his skate cut half of her skirt right
off.

   After a while, Jenny opened one eye and peeked out to see if it was all
clear.  Somehow, she had managed not to get run over.  How, she had no
idea, but she was relieved all the same.  After opening the other eye, she
realized people were once again starting to gather around her to view her
struggles and, no doubt, her panties.  As she self-consciously tried to
rewrap her skirt and cover as much as she could -"which as she remembered
from her last call wasn -(TM)t much -"she was surprised to find that the
wrap around skirt kept wrapping.  Looking around, she discovered the reason
-"the back of her skirt was lying on the ice all by itself.

    -śOh no. -ť she sighed,  -śnot again. -ť

   By this time one of her male admirers had skated up to see if he could
help her up.  Several others, who were not so quick and fortunate to be in
the right place at the right time, skated into position so they were. 
Then, noticing how her dress was ripped, some moved in behind her for the
moment when she would reveal her rear end covered by her sexy little
panties.

   Jenny knew she couldn -(TM)t get up by herself.  That would only prolong
the agony of struggling half naked in front of this crowd.  So she gave her
hands to her new found friend and he pulled her onto her skates.  Audible
sighs and moans went through the onlookers in a ripple effect.  Jenny didn
-(TM)t want to let go of her support for fear he might let her fall again.
Instead she asked him to help her off the ice.

    -śSure! -ť he replied.  And that he did, with the rest watching her
wiggle rear.

   Back on the bench, she thanked him and tried to hint that she would
rather be alone at the moment.  But of course he didn -(TM)t take the hint.
Instead he insisted on helping her take off her skates.  Not wanting to
offend the person who had just gone out of his way to help her, she
reluctantly and shyly let him.

   Jenny tried to keep her knees together as much as possible and held the
skirt so it wouldn -(TM)t unwrap as it was prone to do when she was
sitting. Taking the skates off required -"it appeared -"a lot of tugging
and pulling.  By not unlacing them very far, the voyeur was able to both
prolong the task and lift her feet several times.  This of course separated
Jenny -(TM)s knees and gave repeated shots up her skirt.

   The combination of the hose, garters and lacy panties was almost too
much to endure, but someone had to do it.  Finally, the skates were off and
our helpful voyeur felt like Al Bundy as Jenny handed him her high-heeled
shoes.

    -śIf only he had to measure her size, -ť he thought as he burned the
imagery into his brain for the last time.

   Ashley was fuming as she witnessed all the fuss her friend was causing.
Several men had quit skating early so they could sit on the opposite bench
and change into their shoes.  Quite a line formed as they took their time
bent over untying their skates and tying their shoes.  The view was just
too good to hurry.

   All this gave Ashley an idea.  Discreetly, she removed her panties and
tossed them into a snow bank.  Then as Jenny was finishing, she asked if
anyone would help her with her skates.  You can imagine the eager
volunteers.  It -(TM)s a dirty job, but someone had to do it.

   Jenny meanwhile had her ripped skirt to contend with --.  While she was
seated, she was okay.  But sooner or later, she would have to walk back to
her sisters -"three blocks away in the middle of a Saturday, downtown.  If
only Ashley -"seated next to her -"would quit being such a ham and let all
these people go home.

    -śWhat -(TM)s wrong, Jenny? -ť Ashley asked, as if she didn -(TM)t
know.

   Innocently, Jenny replied,  -śMy skirt is torn and doesn -(TM)t cover my
panties in the back. -ť

    -śJust take it off and stretch your sweater down and no one will no the
difference. -ť Ashley said.

    -śWell, maybe. -ť Jenny said.

    -śIts not going to stay on long anyway the way it -(TM)s torn. -ť
Ashley persisted.

    -śYou think so.  Well, okay. -ť

   And Jenny proceeded to take off her skirt still sitting on the bench. 
Then she tugged on her sweater as if it were a mini-dress.  The effect was
stunning.  The  -śsweater mini-dress -ť was stretched tightly over all of
Jenny -(TM)s voluptuous curves.  Ashley stood up to see just how exposed
her friend looked.

    -śHow does it look? -ť she asked nervously.

    -śJust fine.  Don -(TM)t worry. -ť Ashley managed to choke out, but she
was thinking,  -śDamn.  That bimbo looks good in anything. -ť

    -śHey Ashley! -ť the boys called.   -śHow come you -(TM)re not skating
with us anymore? -ť

   As Ashley spun around to confront the unexpected hollering of the
approaching boys, one of her high-heeled boots stuck in the snow while the
other one slipped out from under her.  Ashley let out a surprised scream as
her naked bottom hit the snow.  She quickly scrambled to her feet, but her
legs and rear end were snowy and wet.

    -śBurr, that -(TM)s cold! -ť she said as she sat on the bench next to
Jenny to brush off the remaining snow.  Ashley was about to reply to her
two young fans, when she noticed with alarm that her thighs were stuck to
the metal bench.  Just as a wet tongue sticks to cold metal, Ashley -(TM)s
legs were stuck to the bench.

    -śOh no, I -(TM)m stuck to the bench! -ť she cried.

    -śWhat?  How come? -ť Asked Jenny.

    -śHelp me! -ť Ashley screamed.

   Before long someone had called 911 on their cell phone and the fire
department, hearing about a sexy girl in a short skirt stuck to a bench,
responded in full force.

   After appraising the situation, one of the firemen said,  -śMa -(TM)am,
were going to have to cut your skirt a bit to get the equipment in to get
you free, okay? -ť

    -śJust get me off this bench. -ť Said an unusually embarrassed Ashley.

   The firemen cut Ashley -(TM)s skirt and the bench with the jaws-of-life
cutter and before long had her free.  But the part of the bench they had
cut remained stuck to her thighs and rear end.

    -śWe -(TM)re going to transport you to the hospital to extricate the
bench, okay? -ť

   On the way, Ashley -(TM)s rear end started to ache as the cold numbing
sensations turned to a burning and then painful feeling.  Somewhere along
the way, everything warmed up enough so that the bench part fell off on its
own.  This left Ashley with a cut up skirt and a sore behind.

   Now Jenny had to make her way along the city sidewalks with at least one
hand holding her sweater down over her panties.  You can imagine the
traffic problems she caused.  Bending first one way and then the other,
Jenny struggled to keep her  -śhem -ť down.  Each time she got to a small
obstacle, like a patch of ice or a mound of snow, she had to momentarily
let go of the  -~hem -ť or risk loosing her balance.  Each time, her
sweater would pop back up to her waist.  But each time she figured it was
better than falling down and attracting unwanted help getting up.  Besides,
she might hurt herself.

   At the street with the piles of snow at each side, she waited until
there were no cars before hoping the first mound.  In the street, she
caught her balance and quickly tugged her sweater over her hips.  She
wiggled on her high heels to the other side of the street and had to
contend with the other mound of snow.  As a car was coming, she tried to
hold her  -śskirt -ť in place while she jumped over the snow and slipped on
a patch of ice.  Her high heels slid right out from under her and she
landed on her fanny and slid off the ice and onto the cement.

   Quickly, and not so ladylike as no one was near, she got back up and
tugged the  -śmini-dress -ť back into place.  Surveying the damage she
thought only her pride had been hurt.  Unfortunately for her, but lucky for
the male population in town that Saturday, she had started a rip in her
sweater where she had skidded on the concrete.

   As she tugged on the sweater and jiggled down the sidewalk, the run
started to unravel the sweater.  Slowly at first, then faster until the
breeze on the small of her back told Jenny something was wrong -"dreadfully
wrong.  Discovering the problem, Jenny was faced with an all out conundrum.
The more she pulled to cover herself up, the less she had to cover herself
with --.

   By the time she made it to her sister -(TM)s house, she was running as
fast as she could in her high heels crying,  -śOh-my-God, Oh-my-God --. -ť

   As she trotted up the front walk, her sweater was nothing but a trailing
piece of yarn.  Later, the boys would find the long piece of yarn and
follow it all the way home, thinking it was some sort of scavenger hunt.

   At the front door, Jenny found the door locked.

    -śUh ooh. -ť She said, afraid of being locked out.

   She didn -(TM)t have any keys.  She hurried around to the garage door,
with one arm across her bra and the other trying to conceal her panties,
--to find it locked too!  Her only chance was the back door, but that meant
trudging through several feet of snow in her high heels and little else. 
At this point she was plenty cold, dressed in only her lacy bra, panties,
hosiery and heels.

   Daintily at first, she started trying to walk around back to check the
door.  She found it very hard going.  Her heels were just not made for
snow. She would sink though the fresh snow and then as she shifted her
weight would crunch through the crust underneath.  The crusty snow started
to take its toll on her stockings, until the runs got so bad she might as
well not be wearing them.

    -śOh dear.  Just look at my stockings, they -(TM)re ruined. -ť Jenny
fretted.   -śWhat am I thinking, I -(TM)m practically naked and I -(TM)m
worried about my stockings?  I must be going crazy. -ť She thought.   -śI
sure hope none of the neighbors are watching.  How could I ever face them
again.  I don -(TM)t even want to look. -ť

   And with that thought, she trudged on to the backdoor.  The going was
tough and she couldn -(TM)t always keep her arms over her frilly bra or
panties.  At the backdoor,  --she found it locked too, of course.  What
would be the point of locking the house if you left one door unlocked.

   Slowly, Jenny made her way around the house to check the windows.  It
being winter, there weren -(TM)t any open.  Just as she was beginning to
give up -"not even wanting to think about walking home wearing what she was
wearing, or not wearing -"her sister drove up the driveway.

    -śWhat on earth are you doing outside without any clothes on, girl? -ť
her sister chided.   -śAnd what happened to your clothes?  Wait, where are
my boys?  Did they do this? -ť

    -śWell. -ť Replied Jenny, trying to think of something to say.   -śI
lost them. -ť

    -śYou what? -ť cried her sister, thinking of course that Jenny had
managed to loose her two sons.

    -śI --they just sort of -- -ť struggled Jenny.   -śThey unraveled. -ť
She said, relieved to get that off her chest (and what a chest it is).

    -śYour clothes, right? -ť said her sister.

    -śOf course, what did you think happened to them? -ť asked a confused
Jenny.

    -śMy boys.  Where are they? -ť demanded her sister.

    -śOh.  There skating with Ashley. -ť

    -śOf course. -ť Said her sister.   -śWhy on Earth are they with Ashley?
You know I don -(TM)t approve of her one bit. -ť

    -śCan we go inside? -ť asked Jenny.

    -śI guess we better and find you something to wear. -ť

   And that was how Jenny -(TM)s first day of ice skating went, naturally.



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   Jenny Tours A Yacht by Mustang Diamond

   At a recent party, a friend of Jenny -(TM)s husband mentioned he had
just traded yachts.  He was very proud of his new acquisition, and Jenny,
being Jenny, seemed very interested in him and his yacht.  So after
describing detail after detail (you know how guys carry on when a beautiful
girl pays him attention), he suggested that they would have to go see it
sometime.

   Actually, Jenny was simply interested in keeping the attention off
herself as she had gotten into another situation where she was not quite
dressed (but that -(TM)s another story).  She didn -(TM)t even remember
setting a date to see the yacht, until her husband called to say he was
tied up at the office and that she should meet him at the marina in an
hour.

    -śBut, how do I get there, and what shall I wear? -ť Jenny asked.   -śI
haven -(TM)t got anything to wear. -ť She said before he could answer.

    -śI -(TM)m sure you -(TM)ll find something to wear. -ť He said to her.
-śAnd why not invite Ashley along.  The two of you can figure out what to
wear together. -ť

    -śOh that -(TM)s a great idea. -ť Jenny replied with obvious relief.  
-śShe always knows what to wear. -ť

    -śDoes she ever, -ť thought her husband as he gave Jenny directions to
the marina and said goodbye.

   Jenny called Ashley and invited her to go along to tour a yacht.  Ashley
was more intent on impressing Jenny -(TM)s husband then seeing the boat. 
Not getting it all straight, the two of them figured they were going on a
tour of the Love Boat or something like it.

   Getting dressed and down to the marina in an hour took some doing, and
they arrived a little late.   -śI sure hope were not too late, -ť said
Jenny.

    -śThey -(TM)ll wait for us, -ť replied Ashley in a confident tone.

    -śHow can you be so sure? -ť Jenny asked.

    -śBecause we -(TM)re a couple of good looking women and they -(TM)re
just men. -ť

   Jenny blushed, giggled and jiggled as they walked toward the docks.  She
was careful to keep one hand on her hem to prevent it from blowing up. 
Fortunately, she thought, it wasn -(TM)t too windy today.

   Ashley put an extra effort in rolling her hips, as she tried in vain to
turn as many heads as Jenny.

   Jenny -(TM)s husband and  -śCaptain -ť Tom met the girls at the locked
gate that led into the floating docks.  One look and it was obvious that
the two young ladies were expecting a tour of a ship, not a boat -"yacht as
they knew it.  They were dressed for a cruise ship, not a sailboat.  The
two men appraised the ladies from their feet on up.

   Ashley was wearing black shoes with high slim heels and straps wrapping
up her hose covered legs.  The shapely legs led a long way up past her
knees to the hem of a rather tight fitting miniskirt suit made of fine
material -"silk or linen it appeared to be.  The collar was deep enough to
show some cleavage, and both men spent some time taking in the view.  Then
they noticed it was black with white accents (collar, buttons, etc.).

   Jenny was wearing white high heeled slides with thin stiletto heels and
just a small strap across the toes that apparently held them on her feet.
Although they would require closer study as Jenny walked to be sure.  She
too had on hose, in a very sheer nude color.  Her legs were equally
attractive and they led up to a flower sundress with a deep-v neck.  It was
yellow and almost transparent with the sun behind her.  The hem fell just
above her knees.  Jenny -(TM)s assets filled out the deep-v impressively
and both men wondered how the thin strap around her neck held them up.

   After appraising their dress, Jenny was sure it was apparent that she
was not wearing a bra and asked in a worried way,  -śIs everything alright?
-ť Just how Ashley talked her out of the strapless one she had planned on
wearing, still mystified her.

    -śJust fine, -ť the men stammered, tucking their tongues back in their
mouths.

    -śWhat are you expecting to see on this tour of my boat? -ť asked Tom
after catching his breath.

    -śBoat?  We were told you had a large yacht.  You know, like, the Love
Boat or something, -ť Ashley said.

    -śI thought so.  Well my yacht is large at 64 feet as far as sailboats
go, but it -(TM)s hardly the Love Boat. -ť Tom couldn -(TM)t help chuckling
a little.

    -śWhat -(TM)s so funny? -ť Jenny asked.

    -śNothing -"really.  You -(TM)re just not too practically dressed for
this sort of thing.  Watch your step, there are cracks all over the place
along the docks. -ť And with that, he led them to the boat.  Jenny -(TM)s
slides made a delightful  -śclick, slap, click, slap -ť sound that was in
perfect time with the metronome action of her rear end.

   Luckily the tide was close to high or the women wouldn -(TM)t have made
it down the ramp to the floats.  The motion of the docks made them a little
unsteady on their heels, and both ladies had to watch where they stepped to
avoid the numerous cracks and uneven surfaces typical of wood plank docks.
So both of the men were able to enjoy the views and study Jenny -(TM)s
shoes.  It really was amazing she was able to keep them on her feet. 
Ashley was silently fuming, because once again, without even trying, Jenny
seemed to be getting more attention than she.

   At the boat, Tom said,  -śWell here she is.  All 64 feet. -ť

   The girls were looking at the steps leading to the deck.  There was a
set of wooden stairs (3 if it matters) on the dock next to the boat.  A gap
between the deck and the top step, allowed the boat and dock move
separately so the distance varied with the water motion.

   Jenny, feeling uncharacteristically smug, said to Ashley,  -śI told you
a loose fitting dress would be better than a tight one. -ť And with that
she climbed up the steps and stepped across to the deck.  Once aboard she
held on to the stanchions for balance.

   Ashley climbed up after her, but at the gap, she couldn -(TM)t step
across.  Her skirt was too tight.  She made a little attempt, playing up
her predicament, and said in a husky voice,  -śOh dear.  My skirt is just
too tight to step across. -ť

    -śNeed a hand? -ť Tom asked.

    -śObviously, -ť she said.   -śThis will show Jenny, -ť she thought.

    -śDon -(TM)t fall in, -ť Jenny called, laughing.  And once again,
Ashley took the short end of the stick.

   Tom straddled the chasm and lifted her aboard.  Once aboard, she too
held on for balance.

    -śNormally, I ask that guests take off their shoes, but the non-skid
surfaces might be rather hard on the stockings I -(TM)m afraid. -ť Tom said
with a wink to Jenny -(TM)s husband.

    -śWe -(TM)ll manage, -ť Ashley said, sure of herself and missing the
point.  High heels would be slippery at the very least.

    -śFine.  Step this way to the cockpit. -ť Tom said walking across the
deck.   -śHere is the companionway that leads below decks.  Turn around and
go down the steps backwards -"they -(TM)re steep. -ť

   Tom descended first and Jenny followed.  With her confidence high, she
descended too quickly and one foot slipped on the second step.  Tom was
right below her and was able to catch her, but her skirt billowed out and
showed enough of leg to see she was wearing pantyhose -"not stockings.

   Ashley, in her tight skirt, was more careful in her decent.  She had to
be with the tight restriction on her legs.  Even so, her skirt rode up to
show the tops of her stockings.  Jenny noticed and was instantly
embarrassed for her friend, but she didn -(TM)t say anything, afraid of
drawing attention to the matter.  Ashley didn -(TM)t mind at all.  In fact,
she did everything she could to help her miniskirt ride up her thighs.  As
she descended, she leaning over provocatively so that Tom got a good view
of her panty lines from below and Jenny -(TM)s husband got a good shot down
her jacket from above.  Ashley was more than pleased with herself as she
turned around and said to Tom,  -ślead on sailor. -ť

   Tom did just that after rearranging his jeans as discretely as possible.
Jenny missed it completely, by Ashley was beside herself with glee.  Tom
rambled on and on about the features, completely boring his audience.  His
tour was very though.  When they got to the sail locker in the forepeak,
Ashley said,  -śOoo, what -(TM)s up this ladder. -ť

   Tom explained that it led to the foredeck and it was how the crew got
the sails on deck.  As he was explaining, Ashley started up the ladder. 
Warning bells started going off in Jenny -(TM)s head, but she didn -(TM)t
want to cause a scene.  She couldn -(TM)t believe Ashley didn -(TM)t know
better than to climb a ladder in such a short, tight skirt!

   Ashley, looking up the whole time, let her skirt hem do its thing.  She
really didn -(TM)t even need to try.  It was so tight and short that in
order to take each step up the vertical ladder, the skirt hitched up her
thighs on its own.  The result got more and more dramatic the higher she
climbed.  With each step, she used the fact that her high heels were
slippery on the ladder to her advantage.  She would put one arch of a foot
at a time on each rung, heels and toes straddling the rung, exaggerating
the process of climbing.  Until, at the top, she proclaimed,  -śOh, Jenny
come quick, you have to see the deck. -ť On deck, Ashley turned on her
heels and looked down through the hatch, giving everyone a beautiful view
up her short miniskirt to her lacy white panties.

    -śSure, Ashley. -ť Said a not to convinced Jenny.  Then to Tom she said
modestly,  -śMaybe you should go first. -ť

   She gave her husband that look that signals loud and clear her distress.
The one he -(TM)s so good at ignoring in a seemingly innocent way.  To
Jenny, he said,  -śNonsense, we -(TM)ll be right here in case you fall. 
Don -(TM)t worry. -ť

   Jenny couldn -(TM)t help worry and she chewed unconsciously on her lower
lip.  She wished she had worn panties under her sheer-to-the-waist
pantyhose.  But, Ashley had talked her out of them in order to eliminate
any visible panty lines.  Funny, Ashley -(TM)s dress showed plenty of panty
lines, she thought as she stepped over toward the ladder.

   She knew there would be no modest way to ascend a ladder in her flared,
full-skirted dress.  But, she tried to hold the dress at the hem as she
took the first step.  After that, she needed both hands on the ladder to
climb.  To make matters worse (for Jenny, not her audience), as Jenny
placed each of her dainty slides on a rung, they would slip forward until
her heel caught the rung.

   Jenny had only climbed one ladder while wearing heels this high.  And
that was short step ladder .  As this ladder was nothing but vertical rungs
of stainless steel, Jenny had to concentrate on the task at hand.  She
momentarily forgot about the men below.  At first, the slipping of her
shoes puzzled her until she figured out how to place each arch carefully on
each rung as she had seen Ashley do -" -śuh oh, -ť thought Jenny as she
remembered the view Ashley had given.  But, by this time, she couldn -(TM)t
see past her billowing skirt.   -śI sure hope they close their eyes, -ť she
thought, remembering how sheer her hosiery was.

   From below, the guys were in heaven as they stared up at Jenny -(TM)s
bare assets covered only by very sheer pantyhose.  The seam of her hose was
clearly visible as she climbed.  Jenny -(TM)s husband couldn -(TM)t believe
his luck of exhibiting his lovely, shy wife to one of his friends.   -śWait
until this story gets around, -ť he thought proudly.

    -śNeed a hand, honey? -ť he asked his wife, with a wink to Tom.

    -śI think I -(TM)m -"oh, -ť Jenny said as she felt a hand on her rear
end.   -śOh my God!  I sure hope that -(TM)s not Tom -(TM)s hand. -ť She
thought.

   Jenny -(TM)s husband followed close behind, one hand on her behind. 
Just before Jenny made it to the top, he was able to hook the hem of her
light dress on a pin that held the ladder in place at the top.  As Jenny
tried to step of the ladder to extract herself from such an embarrassing
situation, she felt a tug at her dress.  At first she thought someone had
pulled on it as a joke, or maybe her husband was trying to help keep her
covered.  But, as she tried again to step onto the deck she realized she
had once again managed to snag her dress on something.

   She thought if she took a step down she might see what had caught her.
As she did, her dress rose up like a curtain on Broadway, exposing her even
more.  She was able to extract the hem from the pin, and proceeded on to
the deck.  Once up there she was careful to move away from the hatch
opening, smoothing her dress down while trying to pretend nothing had
happened.  But, she was pretty flushed with embarrassment.  Ashley noticed
and silently gloated to herself.

    -śAshley, -ť Jenny whispered.   -śCome over here. -ť

    -śWhat? -ť she whispered back.

    -śYou need to be more careful in that outfit. -ť Jenny replied
discretely, as the two men made there way on deck.

    -śWhat do you mean? -ť asked Ashley, as if she had no idea what she
meant.

    -śWell. -ť Whispered Jenny,  -śYour stocking tops, garters and panties
were on display from below. -ť This made Jenny even more embarrassed,
because she knew she had give an even better show to the men.  But, she
pretended not to know.

    -śOh, my. -ť Said Ashley with faked astonishment.

   And by that time, the men were looking at the ladies in a new light, as
it were.

   Tom led the small group back toward the cockpit, carefully pointing out
every piece of hardware on the deck -"standing rigging, running rigging,
etc.  Halfway back along the deck, Ashley slipped on a lexan hatch cover
and fell on her fanny.  Fortunately, she didn -(TM)t weigh enough to break
it, but she had the wind knocked out her for a moment.  Meanwhile, her lacy
white panties reflected the late afternoon sun in a dazzling manner.  Jenny
was both embarrassed for her friend and also subconsciously glad it hadn
-(TM)t happened to her (she couldn -(TM)t help thinking about her own sheer
hose again as she looked at her friends black stockings and garters.)

    -śI wonder why she wore white panties, -ť thought Jenny, who most
certainly would have worn matching black ones, if she had a choice.  
-śCome to think of it, -ť thought Jenny, I am glad it -(TM)s not me on the
deck with those frilly little panties on display! -ť

   After what seemed an eternity, Ashley realized her predicament.  And
since she wasn -(TM)t hurt, she tried to turn it to her advantage.  In a
seemingly modest maneuver, she brought her knees together and tugged on the
hem of her too short skirt.  She was able to cover her panties at least,
but not her stocking tops.  Once, the initial  -śare you okay, -ť bit was
finished and Ashley assured everyone she was okay, Tom gallantly offered
her a hand.  As most women know, it is very difficult to get up off the
ground in a tight skirt and high heels.  And it is impossible to do so with
any modesty.  Ashley was aware of this, but it didn -(TM)t bother her.  She
simply went through the motions of trying to get her feet under her, and
let her skirt do the rest.

   By the time Tom had her on her feet, he had to adjust his jeans again.
But, Ashley was leaning on him  -śfor balance -ť and bending over toward
him while tugging on her skirt in an exceedingly feminine gesture.  Tom had
a great view down her jacket at her lacy matching bra, complete with a
little bow in the middle of her cleavage, and Ashley had a perfect up close
view of his problem.  Tom almost lost it as her perfume wafted over him.

   Recovering slowly, Tom did what every sailor does when there in doubt.



    -śHow about a quick sail to see what she -(TM)ll do, -ť said Tom,
referring to the boat (all boats are female, don -(TM)t you know).

   Jenny -(TM)s husband seemed to miss  -śthat look -ť again as he piped
up,  -śSure, its a nice enough day for one. -ť

   Ashley seemed game and not wanting to rock the boat, so to speak, Jenny
went along with the program.

   Tom reassured the ladies that they would be safe enough in the cockpit.
Once they were situated, he set about preparing the yacht for sail. 
Presently, they cast off and powered out of the harbor.

   Once outside the breakwater, the wind picked up.  This started to give
Jenny trouble as her dress kept billowing up.  Jenny kept both hands busy
trying to keep it in a position to provide some modesty.  Sitting, she was
able to tuck it around her.  She was glad she remembered to put her hair up
in a pony tail, as Ashley -(TM)s kept blowing in her face.  With her dress
tucked neatly around her, her breasts became increasingly more erect and
apparent in the cool wind.  Ashley noticed the guys watching Jenny -(TM)s
chest and let her miniskirt hitch up as she squirmed around trying to keep
the hair out of her face.

   After they were clear of the channel, Tom went about putting up sail. 
Jenny was fascinated, until the boat started to heel and she started to
slide off her seat.   -śEeek, -ť she cried.   -śWhy is the boat tipping? -ť


   Tom quickly showed her how to put her feet up across the way to keep
from sliding.  Ashley was on the low side, and he said to her,  -śYou might
want to come up on the high side next to Jenny so you don -(TM)t get wet.
-ť This was a difficult maneuver in heels and a tight skirt.  Ashley didn
-(TM)t need to pretend she needed help.  As Tom helped her make the switch
and got her feet propped up, Jenny seemed to be in trouble again.

   She was alternately using her hands to hold on and to bat at her light
dress to keep herself covered.  Plus, she was loosing the battle of keeping
her slides on her feet.  The only thing keeping them from sliding off her
foot rest on the opposite bench was her slim heels that kept slipping
sideways -"first one way, then the other, so that half the time Jenny found
herself with her feet sliding apart and her dress floating up giving a
great view of the seam running down the middle of her virtually transparent
pantyhose.   -śCan you help me take off my shoes? -ť she asked her husband.
 -śThey might fall off and go overboard. -ť She was more worried about
herself then her shoes, though.

    -śSure. -ť He replied.

   But, once off, Jenny had even more trouble keeping a footing.  Her hose
covered feet kept slipping, until she fell right off her seat and landed on
her rear in the middle of the cockpit.

    -śPerhaps you should take off your hose, Dear, -ť he added.

   Ashley was having similar problems with her high heeled sandals, but
since they where buckled up around her ankles securely, she didn -(TM)t
have to worry about loosing them.  And when her feet slid opposite each
other, her tight skirt kept her legs somewhat together.  But as it kept
riding up her thighs, she found she too was fighting a loosing battle. 
With her knees raised up, her panties were once again on display to our
happy mariners.

   Jenny gave her husband another look -"this time a cross between a
distress signal and a warning about future consequences if he didn -(TM)t
help her this instant.  Jenny tried to climb back on to the high side
bench, but kept slipping on the sole of the cockpit.  Her dress had a mind
of its own and Tom just steered and watched her butt flash over and over.
Even with her husbands help, she realized she couldn -(TM)t keep from
slipping to leeward.  And when one of her straps fell off her shoulder,
exposing a nipple, she decided it was time for desperate measures.  Sitting
on the floor at Ashley -(TM)s feet, she tucked her errant boob back in her
dress and pulled up her strap.  Then she steeled herself and reached under
her dress to the waistband of her hose.  And pulled them off.

   As she gathered herself up, she looked up and saw Ashley -(TM)s
predicament, who she was trying desperately to keep from falling.  But, as
she tried to maintain a footing her heels danced back and forth along the
rail and she was unable maintain her modesty in such a brief miniskirt. 
Jenny told herself she would have to remind Ashley to keep her skirt pulled
down.

   Now in bare feet, she was able to stand up -"carefully holding her dress
about her as she did.  She was very much aware that the only thing she was
wearing was her light, yellow sundress.  She was able to pull it around her
thighs and hold it in a bunch in on hand.  This gave her one free hand to
pull herself up.  Her husband helped her to her seat and she tucked her
dress about her legs.

   As her husband moved across the way to check on the jib sheet, he was
able to keep an eye up Ashley -(TM)s tight miniskirt.

   Jenny took the opportunity to say to Ashley,  -śAshley, your skirt is
riding up again. -ť

   Ashley was surprised at Jenny -(TM)s naĂŻvetĂ(C), and rather than admit
she was enjoying flashing Jenny -(TM)s husband, she said,  -śOh no, but I
don -(TM)t think there is anything I can do about it at the moment. -ť

   And she gave a quick little tug at her hem for a show of modesty.

    -śYou could go barefoot, like me. -ť Jenny said.   -śIt is much easier
to move about. -ť

    -śI don -(TM)t know, do you think you could help me take off my shoes?
I don -(TM)t think I can reach the straps. -ť Ashley said to her.

    -śHow can I do that an keep my dress from flying up over my head? -ť
Jenny asked.  Adding:  -śI might as well be naked. -ť

   As much as Jenny was set against standing up in the wind to take off her
friend -(TM)s shoes, she was also sure she didn -(TM)t want her husband
helping her.  Naive as she may be, she had seen Al Bundy in his shoe store
and when she didn -(TM)t get why her friends were laughing, someone had
explained that men liked looking up skirts.

    -śJust sit on the floor like I did and take off your shoes and
stockings. -ť Jenny said to Ashley.

   Now even Ashley didn -(TM)t think she could get away with having Jenny
-(TM)s husband take off her shoes and her hosiery in front of everyone.  So
she slowly worked her way on to the floor to do it herself.  This of course
provided some great views of her panties as she took off each shoe.  Then
she made quite a production of un-gartering each stocking, one at a time,
and smoothing them down her legs.  She put each stocking in a jacket pocket
for later.  She added her shoes to Jenny -(TM)s in a corner and then worked
herself up off the floor.

   She didn -(TM)t bother to pull down her miniskirt any more than it slid
on its own, as she climbed once again up next to Jenny.  With her rear end
in the air as she moved across the isle, her panty lines were evident as
were her garters hanging loosely below the back edge of her miniskirt.

   Tom took the boat through several tacks, and with each change of heel
the ladies went though the same predicament.  Jenny -(TM)s dress would fly
about flashing her naked bottom until she settled in on the opposite side.
Ashley -(TM)s miniskirt restricted her movement unless it was hiked up past
her dangling garters.

   But during one tack, Ashley said to Jenny,  -śSo now which dress is
better? -ť Causing Jenny -(TM)s embarrassment to increase beyond the point
of trying to pretend it wasn -(TM)t happening.

    -śNeither. -ť said Jenny.

   Eventually, it was time to head back and the boat flattened out as they
sailed before the wind.  Jenny asked,  -śHow come we couldn -(TM)t sail
flat before? -ť Which prompted a nautical lesson involving Bernoulli -(TM)s
equation that no one followed.

   Back on the dock, the ladies excused themselves and went below to
redress.  After some reconstructive cosmetics they emerged looking as
lovely as before the short cruise.  Each was careful to avoid any further
embarrassment.  Even Ashley kept her knees together and her miniskirt in
line.  The only evidence of their ordeal seemed to be Jenny -(TM)s lack of
a brassiere, as the cool evening air caused her nipples to stand at
attention.  And attention they received, too.

   As they made their way back onto the dock, Ashley needed help making the
step off the boat.  Back on the dock, she had an idea.  Walking next to
Jenny on the way back up the docks, she pretended to stumble at an
opportune time.

   Ashley bumped into Jenny who in her wobbly high heeled slides lost her
balance.  With her outstretched arms whirling in circles, she tried to
catch herself from falling.  As if in slow motion, it was evident she was
about to fall in the water.  Ashley was trying not to laugh, and at the
last second Jenny caught hold of her Jacket.

    -śPop.  Pop.  Pop. -ť All three of Ashley -(TM)s buttons flew off in
different directions making little splashes when they hit the water. 
Ashley was caught off balance as Jenny tried to keep herself from falling
in.  But in the end, they both fell in with a splash.

   When they surfaced, Ashley -(TM)s jacket was missing.  As they reached
the edge of the dock, the two men tried to help them out.  As Jenny -(TM)s
husband pulled her on to the dock, he couldn -(TM)t believe how transparent
her dress had become wet.  Jenny lost her shoes in the water as well and
stood dripping water with her arms across her nearly naked breasts.

   As Tom fished Ashley out by her arms, her bra -"which also practically
transparent -"rode up over her breasts.   -śWait, -ť she cried.  But Tom
had her on her belly on the side of the rough dock.  As she struggled to
keep her breast from falling out of her wet bra, she didn -(TM)t notice her
miniskirt catch on a board.  After tucking her self back into her bra, Tom
pulled her out by her armpits.  And her miniskirt slid right down her
stockings into the water.

   She was so wet and cold that she did not notice at first -"standing with
her arms across her chest.  But she noticed the extra attention, usually
directed at Jenny.  And since Jenny was standing in a nearly transparent
dress looking at her with her mouth open, she decided she should take stock
of her own clothing for a change.  She looked down and saw that she was
standing in wet, see-through underwear, black hose and high heels.  Her
hose had all kinds of tears and runs from being dragged onto the dock.  
-śOh my God! -ť she said, not believing how her mischief had backfired.



  
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   Jenny's Diamond Blush by ?



   "Jenny, we really need you!  It's for the Christmas Kids' Fund."

   "But, Amanda, a fashion show?  Why me?"

   "All the models at the agency we were using got the flu bug.  All the
professional models are sick. There's just no time to get real replacements
by tonight.  If we miss this there will be no time got gather more money
before Christmas."

   Jenny heart sank as she envisioned broken-hearted children on Christmas
morning, no gifts under the tree.

   "Oh all right, I'll do it  -- for the children."

   Amanda squealed "Thank you, thank you so much!"

   She hugged Jenny and before passing her a sheet of paper.

   "Here's directions to the place.  Be there no later than 7 PM.  I got to
run."

   --

   "Jenny, you are going to be late!" shouted John from the back door. 
"It's almost seven now."

   "Just hold your horses, dear.  I can't find a clean bra."

   A smile grew on John's face.

   "Jenny, what do you need a bra for anyway?  They're going to have
everything you need."

   In his mind he hoped they did not.  While he had had no part in coaxing
Jenny to model, he hoped she would have one of her famous, awe-inspiring
accidents while up on the runway.  He took pride in his loving passionate
wife, but still thought she should loosen up.  Most other women as
beautiful and stacked as Jenny would be comfortable with their bodies.  She
had been doing better since his accident, more able to flaunt herself for
his pleasure.  It was obvious that despite her embarrassments, she'd been
sexually charged.

   "Jenny, come on!"

   Jenny checked her underwear drawer one more time, but she found only the
frilly revealing one she wore just for special occasions.  She knew how
John loved her in sexy underwear even if it was covered by conservative
outerwear.  She debated wearing a black lacy thing John has bought her for
her last birthday, but she did not want to risk losing it among all the
clothing sure to be around in the model's changing room.  She was wearing
jeans and had planned on wearing a denim shirt anyway and reluctantly
agreed with John.  She pulled the shirt over her shoulders, buttoning it as
she raced down the steps to John.

   --

   "Oh, Jenny, get over her!"

   Amanda was hurrying about the backstage area trying to bring order.  One
of her the other replacement models had called in sick.  She could not
model with all her other duties back stage.  When she spied Jenny she was
almost frantic.  Amanda grabbed the first outfit from a rack of clothes and
shoved them at Jenny.

   "Quick, get into this," Amanda shouted before jumping to answer the
stage phone.

   Jenny had no opportunity to ask where she was to change.  She glanced
around the backstage area and spied a door into well-lit room on the far
side of the stage.  She crossed the stage behind the closed curtain,
entering the room.  Two other young women were dressing.  Jenny tried to
pull the door closed but a stage flat leaned up against it.  Anyone walking
by could easily see the women getting dressed.

   "And there's nowhere else change?" thought Jenny.

   The other two women had completely ignored the open door.  They
completed dressing and walked passed her saying only "Hi".  She was alone
in the room and no one seemed to be paying any attention to her at all.  A
shiver ran up her back as she resolved to change.  Looking about nervously
she pulled off her boots and slid her jeans down her long shapely legs. 
The tails of the shirt almost covered her white nylon panties.  She looked
at the gown Amanda had given her and saw that it had halter style straps
and a bare back.

   "I couldn't have worn a bra with this outfit anyway," she thought as she
stepped into the silky gown and pulled it up her legs to her waist.

   She glanced around once more but she saw no one looking her way.  With
the gown hanging from her trim waist Jenny unbuttoned the shirt.  Her hands
were trembling and she fumbled with the buttons, but she soon pulled shirt
the shirt open and off her shoulders.

   Cool air-conditioned air struck her exposed breasts.  A shiver ran down
her back as her nipples hardened.

   Jenny wasted no time pulling the halter style top up and fastening the
straps behind her neck.  The gown hugged her every curve.  As she looked in
the mirror Amanda stuck her head in the open door.  Jenny jumped.

   "Jenny, this crowd's going to eat you up."

   Jenny blushed as Amanda gave her an appraising stared, but what Amanda
said caused her breath to stick in her throat.

   "You better lose the panties.  They spoil the lines of the gown," Amanda
said before flitting back across the stage.

   "Lose the panties?"

   The words echoed in Jenny's head as she stood frozen.

   "It's all for the children," she recited repeatedly as she reached up
under the gown and lowered her panties.

   ---

   Jenny returned after her first stroll on the runway.  The large crowd
had certainly given her a rousing welcome.  The silky gown had hugged and
caressed her wonderfully with each step she took.  The feel of the fabric
sliding across her bottom and breasts had been wonderful, so wonderful that
she had thoroughly enjoyed the attention she received.  When she saw John
sitting at a table near the runway, Jenny's smile beamed brightly.

   John's eyes had followed every quiver and shake as Jenny moved like a
goddess on the runway.  He wondered if Jenny knew the prominent manner that
her nipples were visible through the fabulous gown.  When she had smiled at
him her sensual beauty struck him.  He sighed as his angel move again
backstage.

   Jenny felt wonderfully alive as she unfastened the halter clasped and
lowered the gown to her waist.  She pulled her denim shirt on like a robe,
albeit a short one, and fastened only the bottom two buttons.  The gown
slid on its own from her firm hips and pooled about her feet.

   "I don't want to dirty this wonderful gown," she whispered and quickly
arranged it on the hanger.

   Before she had a chance to put her panties back on Amanda appeared with
an elegant dark blue velvet pantsuit.  It was only sleek pants and a long
tailored jacket.  She quickly pulled the elastic-waisted pants up her legs
after deciding she did not need the panties with this outfit.  The pants
hugged her waist and hips and flaring out at the knees.

   "I guess bell bottoms are back," she thought.

   Jenny removed her shirt again and put on the jacket.  The highest button
on the jacket was at navel level.  No blouse had come with the outfit and
her exposed cleavage caused the return of a sinking feeling to the pit of
her stomach.  Her hands were again trembling as she fastened the second
button on the jacket.  The tails of the long jacket hung down passed her
fingertip.

   Amanda appeared at the door and hurried Jenny to off-stage right. 
Immediately Jenny heard the cue for her entrance.  She straightened her
posture and stepped onto the stage.  She strolled with her head held high
as the announcer spoke.

   "The tailored outfit is perfect for the office, but without a blouse as
our model Jenny is demonstrating it serves as an eye-catching evening
outfit.  For a more elegant and thrilling night on the town the jacket can
be worn as a dress without the pants, as Jenny will now demonstrate."

   Jenny froze in mid-step as the announcer's words struck her like a weak
cold slap in the face.  She almost stumbled but regained her balance and
continued down the runway.  Only a second or two passed before the
announcer spoke again.

   "Jenny, would you please demonstrate to the audience the pants-less
look."

   The remains of Jenny's smile became forced as butterflies danced in her
stomach.  She was in the exact middle of the runway with people on three
sides of her.

   "It -(TM)s for the children.  It -(TM)s for the children."

   It became a mantra as she tried to cope.  Her hands shook when she
reached down to her knees and pulled the legs of the pants.  She felt the
elastic waistband lower passed her hips and move down her thighs.  A sigh
came from the audience as the pants eased down her calves and she stepped
out of them.

   Jenny slowly rose to stand at the end of the runway.  The jacket, now
dress, did not reach halfway down her thighs.  Suddenly remember the two
buttons on the jacket and looked down.  Her full firm breasts were about to
overflow from the jacket.  Any sudden moment and her nipples would burst
into view.  She started to raise her arms, but stopped just as she realized
that the moment of her arm was spreading the front of the jacket.  She did
not dare raise her arm and adjust the hang of the jacket or her breasts.

   Before hundreds of eyes she forced herself to turn and walk slowly off
the stage.  Hardly a sound was heard from the audience.  She continued to
walk stiffly to the dressing room, passed the other two models on the way
out and collapsed into a chair.

   Jenny was in almost emotional collapse but struggled for control.  She
stood and was about to remove the jacket when she glanced in the mirror. 
The front tails of the jackets were slightly parted.

   "My GAWD.  If the jacket parted like that when I walked on the stage"
and Jenny cringed as the thought echoed in her head.

   Her face and chest took on a bright red blush and her respiration
quickened.

   Once again Amanda burst into the dressing model.

   "My goodness, Jenny, you are the hit of the show.  The audience just
loves you."

   Amanda hung another hanger on the rack and hurried Jenny out of the
jacket.  Jenny grabbed at the rest of the outfit and pushed a small bit of
material to her exposed chest.

   "It -(TM)s your last outfit, Jenny, a swimsuit."

   Amanda took leave of Jenny taking the other outfits with her.  Jenny was
trying to figure out the swimsuit but there was not much of it.

   The swimsuit was made of a very stretchy material cut in a diamond
shape. A circle of gold chain was affixed to the top corner of the diamond.
Still puzzled by the design she pulled the circle over her head.  The
material hung between her flushed breasts.  She grabbed the side corners of
the diamond and saw more golden links hanging from them.  She felt the
clasps at the ends of the chains and pulled them behind her back.  She had
to pull strongly to stretch the material but finally she closed the clasped
over her spine.  She looked up into the mirror and saw that the material
got thinner as it stretched.  The outline of her nipples was very
noticeable and most of her breasts were covered.  The bottom corner of the
diamond hung before her navel.  The gold chain hung between her legs
offering her coverage.

   "I wonder how much this'll stretch."

   Seeing no alternative she pulled the material down and was somewhat
relieved to observe it did stretch quite a bit.  She briefly paused to
examine the clasp on the end of the chain.

   "I wonder if I can attach it to the chain between the other corners."

   The material was stretched and she found it retained is strength and
elasticity but try as she might, the material could only stretch to half
way up between her firm buttocks.  She pulled the chain up her back and was
just able to close the clasp to the chain crossing her spine.  Once again
she straightened and observed her image in the mirror.

   The material was pulled taut over her blossoming chest and down between
her legs.  She turned her head to look in the mirror behind her and saw
hardly any of her bottom was covered.  She felt the cool chain tickle her
from the middle of her back down to the insides of her firm round rear
buttocks.  Her figure was very much in view.  The material stretched from
her breasts down to between her legs and did not hug her firm stomach.  She
realized that from the side someone could see the bottoms of her breasts
passed her trim stomach and saw the top of her....

   "Oh my GAWD!"

   Someone could see the top edge of her short downy blond most private
hair.  Jenny fought for control.

   "Its for the children, its for the children", she whispered.

   It took all her will to walk towards the stage.  She did not see the
figure emerge from the racks of clothing near the changing room.

   --

   Ashley wore a smile that would have scared the serpent in Eden.  She had
only had time to file through one side of one link near the clasp of the
bottom chain.  She had barely had time to hang it back on the rack before
Amanda had swooped down to take it to Jenny.

   "I hope it's enough", she thought.

   When Ashley saw the tightness of the chain running up Jenny's back,
Ashley was confident there would be something for her to see tonight.  She
rushed off the corner of the backstage area and hoped to get a seat in the
audience for the unveiling of Jenny.

   --

   Jenny was shaking like a leaf in a spring breeze as she walked out on
cue.  Her smile was somewhat forced.  She walked the walk to the end of the
stage.  She was relaxing a bit and was preparing to turn and walk up the
runway when...

   SNAP!

   Jenny felt more than heard the chain running down her back loosen. 
Reflexes worked to her advantage as the muscles of her buttocks clenched
around the chain, but it was not enough.  Even standing still she felt the
change slid millimeter by millimeter down as the elasticity of the material
tried to resume its original shape.  She did not dare move, but to not move
meant eventually she would lose her tenuous grip on the chain.

   Moving stiffly Jenny turned and walked slowly up the runway.  With each
step the chain slid ever so slightly.  She had not walked half way up the
runway and there were still people on both sides when the chain slid free.
The bottom of the diamond shot from between her thighs before she could
react at all.  The force of the movement was too much for the chain
connecting the sides of the diamond.  That chain parted permitting two more
corners to fly free.

   To the audience it looks like some magical trick.  One moment the
stacked blond was walking up the stage.  The next moment she was naked with
a small wade of material tangled in chains around her neck The blond has
frozen for two seconds before trying to run.  Her goal was obviously the
curtains near center stage, but it was not to happen.  The chain about her
neck parted.

   The material fell to tangle about her feet.  Jenny fell near the lip of
the stage her feet even more tangled in this chains.  She crawled on all
fours to the back of the stage, her bottom quivering in the air with each
moved.  She wanted to cover her breasts but knew it would slow things down.
Tears filled her eyes blurring her vision as she displayed under the
curtain and heard loud applause erupt from the audience.

   --

   "Oh, Jenny, I'm so sorry, but we have record donations.  I hope that
takes some of the pain out of your embarrassment." Amanda tried to comfort
Jenny.  "Your husband should be here any moment."

   Amanda could not find Jenny's denim short or jeans, but had grabbed the
gown Jenny had modeled.  She pulled the sleek gown down Jenny's body and
pulled into a resemble fit.

   "Oh my, is she fit", Amanda thought.  "I got to get her to do more
modeling." -- John drove the car as Jenny rode quietly in the passenger
seat beside him.  John tried to comfort her.

   "Jenny, dearest, you shouldn't feel bad.  It was not your fault."

   He paused to observe Jenny's reaction.  She seemed to relax in the seat
somewhat.

   "I love you so much.  You are the sexiest wife in the world."

   He glanced again.  Was the corner of her mouth turning up into a smile?
He would see when they got home.



  
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   Jenny's Nightmare Before Election Day by Torquemada

   Jenny's husband didn't get back from work until midnight that evening,
and Jenny was long since asleep.  Her husband switched of the television
show she had been watching in bed, while waiting for him to get home. 
Coverage of the upcoming American election.

   "Tedious" he thought.  "Watch too much of that claptrap and it will
brainwash you."

   He turned to watch his lovely wife instead.  That Jenny !  She had
kicked off the sheets.  Her nightie had got caught in a bedpost and slid
right of her body.  He couldn't really figure out how her panties had ended
up at the end of her feet, but that was Jenny for you !  Always losing her
clothes.  Jenny turned and tossed in her sleep.  Her tits rolled around on
her chest, refusing to lay down flat like the laws of anatomy dictated. 
Jenny murmured and moaned.

   "She is having a nightmare" he thought "I should wake her up"

   Jenny started to do kicks with her legs, spreading them wide apart.  Her
body spasmed as if she was making love to someone invisible.

   "Or I could just sit back and watch.  It can be dangerous to disturb
someone's dreams."

   --------------

   Jenny blinked.  She had been looking straight into the blazing sun and
it had blinded her.  Where was she ?  And who were all these people ?  As
far as she could see, to the horizon, and probably beyond, there stretched
an endless sea of humans of every conceivable age, colour and description.
It was as if someone had crammed an entire sub-continent into one place.

   Here and there were giant screens rising above the mass, all showing the
same picture : a young woman draped in the American flag, and dressed like
Pocahontas underneath (not the real thing, the Disney night-club version).
Who was it ?  I couldn't be --

   "NOOO !!!" screamed Jenny.  "This isn't happening !"

   A bearded man in a high hat decorated with stars and stripes turned
towards her, smiled and said :

   "Does the Presidential Candidate of the Democratic Party like to make at
statement ?  If not, let the Great Debate begin !"

   Jenny was on some sort of stage.  In front of her was a pulpit.  Well,
not as much a pulpit as a stick with microphones attached to it.  It was
impossible to hide behind it.  To her right was Uncle Sam, and beyond him
--Ashley, the Republican Party's Presidential Candidate stepped onto the
stage, proud and sure of victory.  And what a sweet victory it would be !
Today her eternal nemesis would be forced to humiliate herself beyond her
wildest dreams !  Ashley was also draped in the flag (Damn Jenny !  Always
stealing her ideas !) but underneath she wore a snappy dark-blue military
uniform that clung to her body like a second skin.  Her skirt were short
enough to break several decency laws, and on top of the whole edible little
package was a cute little military hat.

   Behind Ashley stood her staunchest supporter, General John "Stripsearch"
Biggs, his hungry eyes hidden behind dark glasses.  Nothing could hide the
grin on his face, however.

   "To begin with" said Uncle Sam " I think all the voters would like to
know what you think about the taxes.  Should they be lowered or raised ? 
Ashley ?"

   "Well" said Ashley, batting her eyes, and spinning slowly on one leg,
while pressing the other against her thigh "we in the Republican Party
believe in lowering taxes.  If you would allow me to illustrate my point
--"

   Ashley grinned and started fingering the top of her short, tight skirt.

   "Imagine that my skirt is the level of taxation.  What do you think I
would like to do ?"

   The men in the audience gulped and stared.

   "That's right !  I would lower it.  Just like this !"

   Ashley undid her skirt and started shaking her hips.  Slowly, slowly,
her skirt travelled over her hips down her legs.  Her sheer, black, string
panties didn't leave much to the imagination.  Ashley kept on shaking like
a belly dancer gone mad.  The audience roared.  The skirt landed at her
feet.  Ashley kept shaking a little longer, so that everybody would get a
chance to get off in their own time.

   "And that" said Ashley coyly, and kicked her skirt of the stage " is
what I think of taxes !"

   "I see" said Uncle Sam "Jenny ?"

   "We in the Democratic Party" said Jenny, fidgeting nervously "think that
there might be some need for higher taxes."

   Boos and hisses from the people.

   "But not that much higher.  Only a little.  Here, I'll follow Ashley's
example."

   Jenny grabbed the hem of her fake Indian dress and raised it an inch.

   "That's not much, is it ?"

   A clever young congressman yelled : "Higher taxes !  Higher taxes !"

   The other men soon understood what he was trying to do, and joined in.

   "Oh, OK.  If you are sure that you really want it" said Jenny and raised
her dress another couple of inches.

   Did Indians wear underwear ?  This particular fictional tribe obviously
hadn't bothered with them, to the eternal gratitude of the American people.


   "Are you sure you want them this high" asked Jenny, as she exposed her
swelling breasts to an admiring world.  "You would be paying something like
90 % in tax by now.  Isn't that sort of like Communism ?"

   "Higher taxes !  Higher taxes !"

   Ashley gritted her teeth.  She couldn't let Jenny score any points this
way.

   "Lowering taxes is not enough" she screamed, in order to be heard above
the cheers.

   "We must do away with the underlying structure of the public sector,
with the bureaucrats and their ilk !  Imagine that my panties are the
bureaucracy --"

   Not wasting any time on a big show this time, Ashley reached down
between her legs and tore her panties right off, and then proceeded to tear
them to shreds with glee.  The audience loved her.  The masses began
pressing against the stage, trying to climb it.

   While General Biggs subdues the riots, lets turn to commercials.

   ----------------------

   This is a public service announcement:

   "Remember to vote.  It is in your own best interest.  This year there
will be a patriotic co-ed cheerleader on her knees in every tenth voting
booth, ready to thank you for doing your duty towards your country.  Ask
yourself, can YOU afford NOT to be registered voter ??"

   ----------------------

   General Biggs had dealt with the riots.  Severely.  A number of citizens
would be in no shape to vote, come election day.  A number of pretty female
citizens had been hauled of to Biggs' private dungeons for a later strip
search, cavity search and medical examination.  If Ashley didn't win, Biggs
was considering attempting a coup.  No way was he ever giving up this
wonderful life !

   Jenny's clothes had been replaced, and she was now dressed as a hippie,
with a baggy shirt and lots of beads.  Not exactly the image she wanted to
get across, but it certainly covered her up.  One of Ashley's supporters
had handed her a long white robe, making her look as though she was about
to be baptised.  What the previous owner had failed to mention was that
normally there went a pointy hood with that robe --

   "Welcome back" said Uncle Sam "As we all know, the thing closest to all
our hearts are our children.  Over the last couple of months there have
been alarming reports of school kids who don't know the facts of life.  (A
hiss of indignation went up from the crowd.  How could this have been
allowed to happen?) Yes, we have all heard the rumours.  There are poor
kids whose hearts are being poisoned out there.  Young men and women who
have never beheld the beauty of the opposite sex.  Children who have never
touched themselves.  Repressed, tortured souls who if the worst were to
happen could be doomed to a life of chastity !  How do the Candidates
propose to deal with the situation ?  Ashley ?"

   "As I see it, the media is responsible.  We must stop those who prey on
our children from exposing them to any more of their despicable
squeaky-clean TV, like sitcoms with all the racy scenes cut out or
censored. There are Hollywood actresses (who for the moment shall remain
nameless) who refuse to take of their clothes for their fans, although they
know fully well how much stress that would relieve in thousands of young
boys across our fair land.  This must stop, even if I have to strip them
naked myself.  Our boys have a right to full frontal nudity, and they shall
have it !"

   Loud applause.

   "So, how do you suggest we deal with all this non-entertainment ? 
Censorship ?"

   "We Republicans have always been against such infringements of our
constitutional rights.  We intend to introduce a national system of
labelling, so that the parents can choose wholesome stimulations for their
sons and daughters without risking exposing them to moral propaganda."

   "So how would you label the latest release from Disney ?"

   "This movie could seriously stunt your child's sexual development" I
think.  Or perhaps "Do not view, unless in company of a vibrator"

   "I see.  And a Harlequin love story ?"

   "Warning.  This book has been written by a Prude."

   "Thank you.  Miss Jenny, how do you respond to that ?"

   "I think Ashley has got it all wrong.  The main problem is the schools.
Today, most kids get their sexual education from musty old Biology
teachers. That is like letting lazy people teach sports.  If I get into
office, each school will get at least one professional Sex Ed teacher that
will not only help our young get healthy relationships with each other, but
who also embodies the principle of sex."

   "And where would you find these teachers."

   "I was thinking along the lines of professionals."

   "Ah, professional teachers, you mean ?"

   "No, professional, you know, sex workers."

   A lot of teenage boys cursed at the laws that prohibited them from
voting.

   "Ahem !  Yes, I think I understand.  Would each candidate like to say a
few words about our foreign relations ?  Jenny, you go first this time."

   "Thank you !  To keep America safe and prosperous, we must have good
relations with other countries.  Sadly, our ambassadors are all middle-aged
men who completely lack charisma.  When I get into office, America will be
represented by the finest young women we have.  The winners of the Miss
America Contest !  Upon winning, Miss America automatically becomes our
ambassador to the UN, while the winners of the fifty states go to various
countries around the world.  For example, Miss Louisiana would naturally
become our ambassador in France, while Miss Minnesota would go to Sweden.
The ambassadors would change each year, and the USA would be the most
popular country in the world !  Our brave young women would give their all
in head-to-head meetings with foreign world leaders !"

   "Isn't it called meeting face-to-face, Miss Jenny ?"

   "No, their faces would be under the tables.  Like Ashley's Campaign
contributions."

   "Hum.  And what were you planning to do with Madeline Albright ?"

   "I was planning to send her as our ambassador to the Vatican."

   Ashley couldn't keep quiet any more.

   "Let's face it, Jenny, it isn't through sweet talk that we are kings of
this world.  It is the almighty American Dollar that does it.  And should
that ever fail us, we have an old and tried solution.  Let me show you, you
bleeding-hearted liberal.  "

   General Biggs handed Ashley a big bazooka from below the stage.  Only
this bazooka was painted pink with little red hearts.  Ashley grinned like
a demon, took aim, and volleyed a couple of grenades straight into the now
panicking throng of people.

   "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ASHLEY !  You can't win by killing off my voters !"
screamed a terrified Jenny.

   Ashley was breathing very heavily.  She had really, really liked firing
that big gun.  If she became President, she would get to do this every day
! Mostly in foreign countries of course, but it would still be a rush.

   "Nobody's dead, you nitwit" said Ashley in between gasps, and indicated
the pink mushroom-cloud that was rising there the grenades had hit.  "Those
grenades were loaded with heavy-duty gaseous aphrodisiacs.  That's the way
we keep winning our wars, by always having the latest and best weapons
technology."

   "Oh my" exclaimed Jenny "They landed right in the League of Feminists.
They look happier than I have ever seen them before."

   "Yeah, just picture a dozen of these babies being dropped over those
repressed Arab nations.  Their social system would never recover from the
shock."

   "It nice to see you two agree on something.  We are going into a
commercial break now.  Would like to take the opportunity and shake hands
with a few potential voters ?"

   "Shake hands !" snorted Ashley.  "I think I can do a little bit better
than that."

   She shrugged off her white gown and revealed that she hadn't bothered to
put on any underwear after the last incident.  She jumped off the stage and
walked up to the first row of eager hand-shakers.  Ashley stuck her hands
behind her back, thrust out her chest as far as it would go, leaned
forward, smiled her biggest smile and said "Don't be shy, gentlemen. 
Please do shake !"

   The men couldn't believe their luck as they began "shaking breasts".

   Jenny groaned as she stripped of her clothes.  If she was to have any
chance of winning, she would have to do everything Ashley did, only better.
Judging by the length of her line, she was the more popular of the two. 
Jenny didn't know whether to be happy or sad when she saw that the first
man in line was her own husband --

   ___________

   This is a public service announcement.

   Natalie Portman, Christina Ricci and Winona Ryder appeared on the
screen, all dressed in next to nothing.

   "If more than 50 % of the American people vote, I promise to take off my
bra on national TV" said Christina Ricci.

   "If more than 75 % vote, the panties goes as well.  Wouldn't you like
that ?  Wouldn't you like to see me all nude ?  Voting is sexy." Christina
turned her back to the viewers, showing of her pretty behind, decked out in
a white thong panty.

   Natalie Portman was already completely naked.  Her beautiful body was
being recorded on VCRs by millions of fans.

   "This is a just a taste of things to come.  Make me happy by voting, and
I will make you happy by playing Princess Amidala, dressed like this, in
the next Star Wars movie.  Imagine me, all painted white, going down on
Darth Vader."

   Winona Ryder looked straight into the camera.  "Please vote.  If you do,
I will do my best to personally make it up to each and every one of you
over the next years.  I promise.  I feel I owe it to the American people."

   "ELECTION DAY MEANS ERECTION DAY !"

   -----------------------

   Uncle Sam was rubbing ointment on Jenny's and Ashley's aching breasts.

   "Jenny, Ashley managed to "shake breasts" with over 500 men, but you
didn't get to do it with any more than 67.  Are you not that popular after
all ?"

   "I am too popular.  They wouldn't let go once they grabbed hold of them"
groaned Jenny.

   "Well, you better get into your outfits for the last part of the debate"
said Uncle Sam.

   "Why, so we can strip them off one more time ?" sneered Ashley.

   "You are beginning to assume the responsibilities of office, I hear"
laughed Uncle Sam.

   Jenny put on a swimsuit decorated with stars and stripes.  So did
Ashley. Well, in Ashley's case it was more like two stars and two stripes.
One star for each nipple, one stripe covering her sex, and one stripe
disappearing down the crack of her ass.

   "To finish the Great Debate, I would like both of you to address the
grave and serious matter of capital punishment.  You are both for it, but I
understand that you have different views as to how it should be
administered.  Ashley ?"

   "Thank you.  A murderer has deprived another human being of the most
valuable thing there is - life.  Therefore, we are entitled to deprive him
of the most valuable thing in life -sex.  There can be no crueller means of
execution than to lock up a man in a dark room with his hands tied behind
his back.  Unable to touch himself or to get any visual stimulation, he
will soon lose his will to live and commit suicide, thereby saving us both
the trouble of killing him and a lot of money."

   "Your method has been tried, hasn't it, Ashley ?  He didn't die, did he
?"

   "Well, no, he joined the Elron Hubba-Hubba sect, but that's beside the
point.  It should work."

   "When pigs fly.  What about you, Miss Jenny ?"

   "I think Ashley forgets the families that are left behind.  They should
be allowed to carry out the sentence."

   "How exactly ?"

   "By sexual over-stimulation.  The female relatives gets to fuck the
murderer until his heart gives out, thereby gaining both revenge and much
needed relief.  "

   "Your method had also been tried without success hasn't it ?"

   "Yeah, they did fuck him senseless every day for six months without
killing him."

   "So it would be safe to say that it was a big mistake from the start."

   "Oh no !  You see, it turned out that the victim had committed suicide,
and that the man in prison was innocent after all.  He didn't even sue the
state afterwards.  "

   "I bet" chuckled Uncle Sam.  "Jenny, we are running out of time.  Do you
have any last words to America ?"

   "Vote for me, and I will always be your girl in the White House.  I am
here to do your bidding.  Just tell me what to do, and I will do it.  I
believe in the will of the people !"

   "TAKE OFF YOUR SWIMSUIT, JENNY !  "

   "Somehow" said Jenny, as she peeled it off "I knew you were going to say
that."

   "That's the difference between you and me" said Ashley, as she tore off
her tiny excuse for a swimsuit "You do this because others tell you to.  I,
on the other hand, do it because I believe in it.  I believe in America ! I
believe in stripping naked !  Life, liberty and accidental exposure to all
women !"

   The national anthem began to play in the background --

   _________

   Jenny refused to get out of bed the next day.  Her husband did his best
to goad her out from her fortress of mattresses, blankets, twenty layers of
nighties and a mountain of protective pillows.  She had also pulled the
socket out of the TV.

   "Come on Jenny.  It couldn't have been that bad.  It was just a dream."

   "You don't know the half of it.  It was so sick and perverted.  I did
things, and said things, I would never say or do.  Pornography for kids,
and that awful way of execution -- You were in it too !  But worst of all
is that Ashley was my enemy !  Ashley is my best friend in the entire
world, we could never, ever be enemies !!"

   "Well, you know what they say.  It's best to get it all off your chest."
Jenny's husband smiled inwardly.  He knew he was going to like this story.



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   Jenny and the Freemasons by Darth Veda

   Jenny -(TM)s husband had been a Mason for several months, and she was
intrigued as to what went behind those big wooden doors.  She -(TM)d often
teased him about it, but he said he was sworn to secrecy.  On the day of
his next meeting, John had left home without his white gloves, which always
packed in his little black case.  Jenny had taken them out to wash and had
forgotten to tell him.

    -śOh no -ť she cried,  -śhe -(TM)ll go mad.  I'll have to try and get
them to him -ť

   So off she went to the large hall where his lodge meetings were held. 
It was a windy day and she decided to wrap herself up warm.  She put on a
full slip beneath her black dress, which did not require a bra as it had
built in support (much needed for that 38CC bust!).  She drove into Town
and parked as close as she could to the Freemasons Hall.  The wind had
dropped so she thought she could leave her coat in the boot.  She would
only be a moment, after all.

   Inside the building, there was a long corridor with many doors on either
side.

    -śOh dear -ť she sighed,  -śHe could be anywhere -ť.

   She remembered him talking about meeting in this large room at the end
of a corridor and decided that the one at the end must be it.  As she
passed one of the doors, she heard laughter, and the chinking of glasses.

    -śMust be the bar -ť, she thought to herself.

   The door at the end of the corridor was very grand looking, with a large
black cast iron knob.  She needed both hands to turn it.  Once inside, she
looked round in awe at the magnificent wood carvings on the seating.  There
were three large pedestals with large chairs behind them.

   She chuckled to herself as a thought came into her head,  -śWhich one
belongs to Daddy Bear? -ť

   She was brought back to reality when the door slammed shut behind her.
She struggled with the knob for a while, and then decided to have a closer
look at some of the odd bits and pieces lying around the place.  She walked
over to the pedestal at the far end of the room, and took her place in the
seat.  Surveying the room from this lofty position gave her a great sense
of power.

    -śWhy should only men be allowed in here? -ť she thought.

   Just then, one of her earrings dropped out, and fell to the side of the
chair.

    -śDamn -ť she said, as she leaned over to retrieve it.

   The arm of the chair was quite high, and she had to kneel on the seat
and lean over the edge.

    -śThere you are.  Now if I can just stretch --. -ť

   At that moment, she froze as she heard the door creak open, and the
sound of feet on the hard wooden floor.

    -śOhmigod -ť Jenny mumbled.

   Jenny -(TM)s husband took his position outside the door of the Lodge as
the other Masons filed in.  The Worshipful Master was led to his pedestal,
and all of a sudden, the ceremony came to a halt.

    -śWhat have we hear? -ť he asked.

   His eyes slowly worked their way up the shapely legs, to the lacy slip
revealing a hint of stocking top below the black dress stretched to
bursting point over the most beautiful bottom he had ever seen.

    -śUrn stuck -ť came the muffled reply.   -śCan you help me please -ť.

    -śDeacons, see what seems to be the problem -ť

   Two of the men raced forward, eager to help.  Seeing Jenny -(TM)s rear
end stuck up in the air, her dress riding high up her thighs, they stopped
to soak up the view.

    -śBrother Deacons! -ť the man who Jenny could now only think of as
Daddy Bear shouted.

   They both reached forward and grabbed an arm each, and helped Jenny to
her feet.  She stood there, straightening her dress, and re-aligning her
boobs, totally oblivious to the astonished looks from the men.

    -śI ask again.  What have we here? -ť

    -śI was just looking round and I saw this lovely chair and I wanted to
give these gloves, oh what did I do with them.... -ť

    -śEnough! -ť shouted Daddy Bear, who Jenny now decided she must be more
respectful to.

    -śYou must be the Worshipful Master -ť, Jenny said, fluttering her
eyelashes.

   This caused the WM to draw back his shoulders and stick his chin up in
the air.

    -śIndeed I am.  And you are? -ť

    -śJenny, Jenny Can... . -śjust then Jenny stopped.

   Her husband must be here somewhere.  Can -(TM)t he help?

    -śWell my dear, that -(TM)s just where you -(TM)re wrong.  Jenny can
-(TM)t -ť.

   One or two of the men chuckled at this little joke.  They couldn -(TM)t
take their eyes off Jenny,  -śshe certainly can for me -ť they thought in
unison.

    -śNot, that is, until you have been nominated, seconded, and balloted
for by the Brethren. -ť

    -śI -(TM)ll nominate her, -ť shouted the little man at the back,
carrying a big stick .  -śI -(TM)ll second her, -ť said his friend with the
other stick.   -śA show of hands, brethren.  Those in favour? -ť It was
unanimous.

    -śThat -(TM)s it then.  All agreed.  Now she must be initiated! -ť
bellowed the Worshipful Master.   -śBrethren, form two lines! -ť

   Without further ado, the men lined up facing each other, as Jenny was
hustled into position at the start of the line-up.  Looking round, she
couldn -(TM)t see John -(TM)s face, and she thought perhaps she -(TM)d got
the wrong Lodge.

    -śNo, you see, it -(TM)s like this -ť she tried to explain.   -śI
-(TM)m not here to join - Ouch! -ť she said as the first smack landed
firmly on her arse.

   The force of the slap caused her to set off down the line, with each man
in turn spanking that lovely bottom.   -śIt -(TM)s my husb...  ow.  He left
his oooo -ť

   As she reached the end of the line, she heaved a sigh of relief.  "Thank
god that -(TM)s over" she thought as she rubbed her sore bottom, much to
the amusement of the men.

   "Brother Deacons -ť the WM shouted,  -śremove her dress! -ť

    -śNo, please, you can -(TM)t do that -ť cried Jenny, but it was no use.


   The two men gripped her firmly in their gloved hands and began stripping
her.  One of them was fumbling at the back with her zip.

    -śOh for God -(TM)s sake take your gloves off man, we -(TM)ll be here
all night -ť shouted one of the other men.

   As if in response to a military command, the  -śDeacon -ť as she
recalled him being referred to, used his teeth to pull off his glove on the
left hand while his right hand maintained its grip on her arm.  Free now to
grasp the zip, he slowly pulled it down to the small of her back.

    -śLet me go, -ť squealed Jenny, struggling to release their firm grip,
but the Deacons held on tight, releasing one arm at a time to ease the
dress off her shoulders.

    -śPlease, don -(TM)t do this to me -ť.

   She looked round appealingly at the men facing her, and her two captors.
But it was no good.  The dress, once passed her magnificent bust, slid
frictionless down her body to her ankles.

   The men once more formed two lines and she was sent on her way again
with another firm slap to her rear.

    -śOw!  No, stop it.  Oooo!  Ow! -ť she yelled as the spanking
continued. Do they all have to go through this?  she wondered.

   As she reached the end, before she even had chance to think what would
come next, The WM called for the Wardens to step forward.  They now took on
the firm grip to each arm.  The men were getting quite excited now, and
there were several salacious comments made about her body.

   "Take off her slip -ť came the command, and dutifully the Wardens pulled
the straps off her shoulders.

   Her slip was now only held up by her firm breasts, and as she struggled
to break free, first one then the other nipple bust into view.  There were
gasps from the older men as more of her body came into view.  Her gyrating
movements, designed to retain some modesty, only helped the downward
movement of her slip, and once past her hips, it slid gently down her
stocking clad legs, first revealing her shear black panties, then her
creamy white thighs.  Her bottom cheeks hung out each side of the thin
material, now quite red from her initiation so far.  She was lifted bodily
out of the garment, and held for a few seconds while they ogled at her firm
breasts.

   For the third time Jenny was sent through the gauntlet.  She quickly
tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but one or two of the men pulled
her arms away.  The men were now quite blatantly fondling her breasts as
well as spanking her arse.  When would this all end?  She ought to have
known - only when the men strip her completely naked.

   As she reached the end once more, the two Wardens once again held her
arms to her side whilst the WM addressed the gathering.

    -śBrethren, this young lady has been passed before you to show that she
is a worthy candidate.  In order to conclude the initiation, she must be
divested of all worldly goods -ť.

   At this a huge cheer went up.  Outside the door of the Lodge, Jenny
-(TM)s husband awoke from a dream, startled by the noise.

    -śSomebody must have tripped up -ť he thought to himself, then shut his
eyes once more.

   Inside, meanwhile, Jenny was being held by the two Wardens, whilst the
WM removed his gloves.

    -śNo, please, you can -(TM)t.  I don -(TM)t want to join.  It -(TM)s my
husband - he -(TM)s...  Perhaps you know him.. .No, stop it. -ť Cried Jenny
as the WM began to release her stockings and unfasten her suspender belt.

   As he pulled the belt out from her panties, her stockings began to sag
around her knees.  Jenny looked down trembling.  She couldn -(TM)t face the
men.  She recommenced her struggles, which only served to amuse them
further as her tits bounced up and down.  Her stockings were pulled down to
her ankles and off her feet with her shoes.  As she stood there barefoot,
the WM grasped both sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down.  Her
blond bush came into view, and another cheer went up, causing John outside
to stir once more.

   Jenny was now completely naked, in the middle of a bunch of so called
men of honour, dressed in their dinner suits and bow ties, with those silly
little aprons she used to make fun of.  If only she had one now, she
thought, as she tried to cover herself with her tiny hands.

   The men were all over her - discipline gone completely - grabbing
handfuls of breast, and squeezing her bottom.  It was only when they
started spanking her again that she realised something.  Up until now, they
had kept their gloves on.  The muffled sounds as they slapped her bottom
had now changed to flesh on flesh!  The pain intensified with this added
humiliation, and she simply put her head down and ran for the door.  On the
way she managed to grab a couple of aprons so at least she could cover
something up outside.

   She couldn -(TM)t open the door when she got there, the massive knob was
loose and her hands couldn't turn it enough to release the catch.  The men
had her pinned against it, her back turned towards them, allowing them to
view her naked body a while longer at least.  They held her there while the
Junior Brethren slapped her backside and ran their hands up and down her
thighs.  Then they spun her round so they could fondle her breasts.  Jenny
let out a scream and banged on the door.

   John on the outside heard what he thought were the knocks that gave him
the cue to open the door, which he dutifully did.  To his astonishment
Jenny came rushing out, straight past him.  He just stood there, gawping at
the rear end of his naked wife (which was extremely red, he thought) as she
ran down the hallway.

   More men came out to see what the commotion was.  The bar emptied
completely, and the corridor seemed to Jenny to get narrower and longer as
she suffered more slaps to her bare arse.  Finally, she reached the doors.
The aprons she -(TM)d pinched were snatched from her leaving nothing to
cover herself with.  Her hands were pulled back to prevent their use too.
Two of the waiters from the bar joined the fray.  Each grabbing an arm and
a leg, they carried Jenny through the doors and out to the car park.  She
tried in vain to close her legs.  Her sex was on view to everyone.

   A crowd of people gathered around, laughing.  She could hear the
comments from several women and children as she was carried to her car.

    -śThe red one over there -ť she muttered.   -~Quickly! -ť

    -śHere you are Ma -(TM)am.  Glad to be of service -ť they said as they
dumped her on the bonnet, and made their way back to their post.

    -śMy keys.  Wait, I -(TM)ve not got my . . . -ś Jenny -(TM)s cries were
lost under the hoots of laughter and howls of derision as the ever growing
crowd closed in.



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   Jenny's Taken Hostage by Mustang Diamond

   Jenny had been working as a teller at the local bank for several months.
She was just thinking about how perfect her job was, considering all of her
past troubles.  This was nothing like working at a construction site or a
car lot where the guys were crude and seemed to take advantage of her if
she wore a dress.  No, a bank was perfect for a proper lady she thought. 
Jenny liked wearing nice dresses and bank attire seemed to suit her figure.
And with all of the young ladies required to dress nicely, she was never in
the awkward and embarrassing situation of being the only one in a dress.

   Jenny had been gaining confidence every day since she started at the
bank.  Even her friend Ashley, who worked at the next teller window, seemed
to stay properly covered up.  Jenny sometimes thought Ashley tried to let
her stocking tops and bra straps show to get the guys to look at her.  Not
Jenny, though -"no way was she going to let anything show that wasn -(TM)t
supposed to show.  But still, Jenny liked to be noticed too.  So she had
been comparing notes on what Ashley and the other gals wore to work.  With
everyone dressed up everyday, it wasn -(TM)t easy to be noticed.

   Jenny stole another glance at Ashley -(TM)s suit.  Her skirt was as
short as it could be without getting a warning about dressing too trashy.
The stools they leaned on were just the right height to prevent any
mishaps. Too low and the ladies would sit on them, their hems would ride
up, and the management frowned on that.  Too high and they would have to
stretch to get on them and then the same problem resulted.  But years of
adjustments had obtained the perfect height.  They could lean, not sit, and
everything stayed in place.

   The same was true for all of the tasks at the bank.  File drawers were
at the perfect height, elevators were available.  Jenny hadn -(TM)t once
had to do anything that compromised her modesty.

   Today, Jenny was wearing silk.  She checked her appearance again.  The
white silk blouse was very professional, she thought.  Buttoned up to her
neck of course.  She had on a silk bra and a silk camisole.  Nothing showed
-"but when the air conditioning kicked on, she felt a little
self-conscious.

   She would have to wear a more substantial bra next time.  Her skirt was
also silk, but black.  Her black high heels matched and were the only thing
she wore that wasn -(TM)t made of silk.  The skirt was very thin, but she
had a nice black half-slip on under it.  Both the slip and the skirt
conformed to her curvy thighs.  She didn -(TM)t think the garter straps
showed any bumps though.  Her stockings were white.  Black looked too
formal for the summer.  She had considered black panties, but as usual they
were all dirty.  Her matching white ones were clean and at least they
matched her garter and bra.

   She once again said a silent pray for her ideal job as she thought about
those skimpy panties.  Her husband had gotten her the set and his tastes
tended to be on the scant side, she thought.  In fact, the garter belt was
a little too flimsy and tended to slide down her hips.  She had to pull it
back up in the ladies room every so often.  But it wasn -(TM)t like she had
to do anything physical.  Just standing at the teller window was okay.  And
it was a short walk to the parking garage.

   Just then, two guys in ski masks and guns burst through the front door.
Jenny saw them coming and pressed the hidden alarm button behind the
counter.  Then all hell broke loose.

    -śEveryone on the floor face down! -ť They yelled.   -śIf I see any
eyes, I -(TM)ll shoot them. -ť

   Jenny started to get on the floor, but one of them said,  -śNot you
bimbo!  You put all the money in this bag. -ť

   Jenny quickly filled the bag, just like she had been trained.  The
robbers had made it to about half of the tellers, before sirens were heard.


    -śDamn!  Who tripped the alarm? -ť one yelled.

   Whether it was obvious or for other reasons, the two leaped over the
counter and grabbed Jenny and Ashley and started toward the back door.

    -śHurry up you two, we need to get out of here fast. -ť

   Jenny and Ashley were hurrying, as fast as their high heels would allow.
Ashley -(TM)s tight suit skirt hampered her even more.  Impatiently, the
two gunmen practically dragged them along by the elbows.  Jenny tripped as
she felt her garter belt slip over her hips, and would have fallen, but the
guy holding her arm was very strong.  He simply lifted her up and set her
down on her feet without slowing down.

   In the back alley, a van was waiting.

    -śGet in! -ť they yelled as they shoved them inside.

   Ashley -(TM)s skirt was too tight to negotiate the step, but her escort
lifted her in one fell swoop.  Jenny and Ashley landed in a heap as the
door slammed and the van lurched forward.

   Both Ashley and Jenny tried to tug their skirts down, and sit in a
ladylike manner.  Jenny out of fear of humiliation -"her stockings were
sliding down with her garters and she knew her skirt wasn -(TM)t long
enough to keep them covered, but there was no was he was going to reach up
under her skirt to sort out her problem in front of anybody.  Ashley knew
that it was dangerous to provoke men in this sort of situation.  She had
paid the consequence once to many times, so even she tried to discretely
tug her hem down.  However, the van kept bucking and jostling and neither
of them was dressed for sitting on the floor.

    -śMy, my.  You two sure are dressed good, huh? -ť said one of their
captors who had noticed their lingerie.

   He had also noticed their frantic attempts to keep their skirt hems down
without much success, so he added:  -śNice panties, -ť to further embarrass
them.

   Jenny -(TM)s face turned scarlet as she remembered how sheer they were.

   Suddenly, the van came to a screeching halt.

    -śYou two will have to stay here a minute while we take care of some
business.  So to be sure you -(TM)re here when we get back we -(TM)re going
to tie you up, -ť announced the captors.

   Once tied -"with their hands behind their backs and their ankles
together -"there was nothing either of them could do about their short
skirts.  This proved to be too much for the virile thieves.  Each paused
long enough to admire their captives -(TM) lace.

   Then one made a command decision and said,  -śJust in case you manage to
get loose, we need to be sure you don -(TM)t try to run off. -ť

   Jenny looked at Ashley to see if she knew what he was talking about. 
Then he filled her in:  -śWe -(TM)ll just undress you a bit so you won't
want to go anywhere or be seen even. -ť

   He produced a switchblade and started cutting off clothing.

    -śFirst the blonde, -ť he thought.

   Jenny was too scared to complain as she watched him slice off her skirt
and all of the buttons on her blouse.  With her hands tied behind her back
her impressive chest burst though the opening.  Next he cut off her
camisole and stared at her sheer bra.

    -śShame to ruin such a pretty bra -"not! -ť he said as he removed it
from her.

   Next he cut off her matching panties.  Jenny gasped and cringed, afraid
of being cut.  When she looked to see if she was okay, her embarrassment
really started to set in.  She was left with a short sheer half-slip and a
transparent silk blouse with no buttons, which did about as little as her
garter belt, stockings and heels to cover her privates.

   Ashley would have been laughing, but she knew she was next and didn
-(TM)t want to encourage this forced stripping if she could help it.  Her
short tight skirt had worked its way up over her stockings and her jacket
was pulled open by her arms behind her back to reveal her transparent
camisole and her pushup bra.  She tried to keep her knees together, but she
knew her panties were in view.

   Sure enough, Ashley was next.  She lost her jacket first.

    -śAre you wearing a sexy slip like your friend? -ť the man with the
knife asked.

    -śN- not really, -ť Ashley stammered.

    -śWhat do you mean  -~not really -(TM)? -ť he asked.   -śIt -(TM)s not
really sexy or not really a slip? -ť

    -śIt -(TM)s not really a slip, just a short chemise, -ť she said,
regretting she hadn -(TM)t simply said yes she was wearing a slip.  Most
guys don -(TM)t know the difference anyway, she thought.

    -śWhat the hell is a chemise? -ť he demanded.

    -śWell sort of a baby doll that ties on the sides.  I wear it as a
slip. -ť Ashley tried to explain.

   Then impatiently he said,  -śNever mind, lets see it. -ť And he cut off
her skirt next.

    -śNice, -ť he said.   -śI like the little ties on the side.  It would
be nicer without the bra and panties. -ť

   So he cut them off too.

    -śDon -(TM)t go anywhere, we -(TM)ll be back, -ť he snickered.

   Why anyone would leave two lovely ladies in such a predicament is beyond
thought.  Jenny and Ashley knew they would be back and they both began to
fear what would happen next.

    -śWe have to get out of here now, Jenny! -ť Ashley exclaimed.   -śTry
to get back-to-back so we can work on the bonds. -ť

   After squirming around they were able to untie each other -(TM)s hands.
Then their ankles.  Looking out the van window they couldn -(TM)t see their
captors, but they were in the mall parking lot!

   They quickly convinced each other that a little public humiliation was
far better than what could happen if the robbers returned before they
escaped.  So barely dressed, they made a dash for the mall.  They almost
got run over as they dashed from the van.  It's not everyday you see two
ladies in lingerie running across the mall parking lot.  As people turned
to look, several accidents occurred.  Wives were seen smacking their
derelict husbands who were staring with their tongues hanging out,
oblivious to the beatings.

   It was difficult to say the least to run in high heels, but they made it
inside and spotted the Victoria -(TM)s Secret store.  Like ducks to a pond,
they headed right in and dashed into a changing stall.

    -śNow what? -ť Jenny asked, between panting.

    -śDon -(TM)t know.  How embarrassing. -ť Said Ashley appraising their
dress -"or undress.

    -śI -(TM)ve been dressed in less, -ť commented Jenny.

    -śSo have I, -ť agreed Ashley, thinking it was always around Jenny that
these things happened.

   Jenny could loose her clothes at the North Pole, she thought.

    -śI have an idea, -ť Jenny said tentatively.

    -śLets hear it. -ť

    -śIf we take off our stockings, it might not be so obvious that we
-(TM)re in our underwear.  Then we could find a phone and call my husband
to pick us up. -ť

   They both knew that it was unlikely anyone would mistake their lack of
dress for decency.  They could each see right through their sheer lingerie,
but neither wanted to admit it.  So after removing their stockings and
garters, they walked out to find a phone -"with one arm across their chest
and the other trying to obscure the view as best as possible.

   As they stepped out of the store, a man grabbed them and turned them
around saying,  -śJust where do you think your going.  As long as I have
worked this beat, I have never seen anything like this.  You -(TM)re both
under arrest for suspected shoplifting -ť

   Jenny and Ashley were confused and indignant at the same time. 
Apparently he was an undercover shoplifting cop.

    -śWe -(TM)re not stealing anything.  We lost our clothes in a bank
robbery and are trying to find a phone. -ť Stammered Jenny.

    -śLet -(TM)s just go back inside and check this out. -ť The man said.

   By this time a crowd had gathered.  As they went back into the store,
several men thought they might need to do some shopping at the Victoria
-(TM)s Secret.  For their wives, they pretended.

   The store manager identified Ashley -(TM)s chemise and Jenny -(TM)s slip
as matching those on sale this month and demanded they take them off and go
put on their own clothes.  Arguing got nowhere -"they didn -(TM)t have a
receipt.  Finally, a compromise was made.  One phone call for each piece of
clothing.

   To the delight of all the male shoppers -"unmistakably more men than
normal -"Jenny called her husband while wearing just her silk blouse.  It
wasn -(TM)t quite long enough and without any buttons, she might as well
have been naked.

    -śBring me some clothes to wear when you come, -ť Jenny said.

   Her husband didn -(TM)t even have to ask -"he knew her too well.

   Ashley, wearing nothing but her high heels, was thinking just the same
and she called the cops who were ecstatic about finding the hostages and
eye witnesses to the robbery.

   Finally, once the cops showed up, the mix-up was straightened out. 
Jenny -(TM)s husband arrived with some clothing, but not before the media
got some good footage.

   Film at eleven --worth staying up for with the VCR!



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   Jenny at the Sci-Fi Convention by Sean89

   Jenny looked around the downtown convention center parking lot, and,
spying an empty space, pulled her nearly new Ford Mustang into it.  Looking
out the window of the car, Jenny read the computerized billboard as the
message scrolled by:

   "Welcome to the 15th Annual Sci-Fi/Fantasy Convention!"

   Jenny sighed as she opened the car door.  She just didn't understand her
husband's fascination with those silly TV shows and books.  Let alone the
need to get together with hundreds of other people to buy, sell, and talk
about the silly stuff.  Oh well, she thought to herself as she shrugged her
shoulders in resignation.  Her husband had taken the bus down to the
convention center earlier that day, and Jenny had agreed to pick him up in
the afternoon after she had run some errands.  She had arrived at the
convention center a little early, so she could have a look around and maybe
gain some insight into why her husband liked all this.

   Jenny got out of the car and straightened her dress.  It was a
knee-length blue summer dress with short sleeves, a modest "V" neck, and
large white buttons running from the neck to the hem.  Her earrings were
identical to the buttons on her dress, and her feet were clad in white high
heels.  Jenny's long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

   Satisfied everything was in order, Jenny closed the car door behind her
and made it about two steps before she tripped over a parking divider. 
Lurching forward, Jenny heard a long, spectacular ripping sound and then
felt the warm spring breeze over a much larger portion of her body.

   She looked down at herself and saw she had come completely out of her
dress.  Her satiny purple bra and matching panties were now on full display
in the middle of the parking lot!  Jenny squealed and crouched down, the
better to cover herself.  Whirling around to look for her dress, she saw
the back of it had been closed in the car door.  Large white buttons were
scattered around the immediate vicinity.  Jiggling the handle, Jenny
discovered the door was locked.  Peering through the window, she saw the
keys on the passenger seat, right next to her purse.  Tugging on the dress
came to no avail, as it was stuck fast.

   Crouched down by the driver's side door, Jenny needed a plan.  She was
NOT going to sit in the parking lot in her bra and panties waiting for her
husband to come out!  Who knows how long that would take?  Jenny looked
cautiously over the car at the convention center.  She spied a deserted
looking side entrance surrounded by bushes.  She decided this was probably
her best bet.

   "I might even find something to cover myself", she thought, hoping to
bolster her confidence.

   Taking one last look around, Jenny bolted for the door.  As she was
fixated on the door (and, she hoped, safety) Jenny didn't notice her
magnificent 38CC breasts bouncing quite fetchingly.  Unfortunately (for
Jenny, anyway) the lacy straps of her bra and panties were not meant for
this kind of workout.  The bra straps slid off her shoulders almost
simultaneously and her large pink nipples bounced into view.  At the same
time, her panties slid off her hips, revealing her round full cheeks and
the top of her blonde bush.  Jenny finally made it to the bushes by the
door, and a quiet "Eeek!" escaped her lips when she saw she was even more
exposed now!

   She took a moment to put her breast back in their flimsy containers and
pull her panties back up.  Opening the door just a crack, she glanced
nervously through the doorway....

   Peering through the doorway, Jenny saw a few utility closets,and, at the
end of the hallway, a doorway marked "Women's Changing Room".

   Jenny couldn't believe this stroke of luck.  Praying the door was
unlocked, Jenny raced down the hall , flung open the (thankfully unlocked)
door, and hurried inside.  After readjusting her traitorous undergarments
once again, Jenny had a look around.  The room was deserted, and there were
rows of lockers and benches.  Many of the lockers had clothes in them, but
they were all locked, much to Jenny's dismay.  Coming on the last row of
lockers, Jenny saw an outfit hanging outside a locker, so she grabbed it!

   Upon inspection, the outfit turned out to be a Supergirl costume.  The
shirt , made of spandex, was blue, long sleeved,and had the unmistakable
"S" symbol across the chest.  The long red cape was sewn into the shoulder
seams.  There was a very short red skirt that had a yellow belt to hold it
up.  Below the outfit, on the floor, were a pair of knee-high, red plastic,
high heeled boots.  Whoever had brought the outfit had forgotten the
cheerleader style underpants to wear under the skirt.

   "Maybe that's why it's still hanging here", Jenny thought to herself.

   Seeing no other choice, Jenny took off her earrings and white high heels
and put on the costume.  Standing in front of the full length mirror, she
was taken aback.  The "S" symbol was putting up a remarkable effort to
maintain it's shape over Jenny's large breasts.  The short red skirt
covered her panties, just barely, and she made a mental note not to bend
over while wearing it ( even though the cape offered maximum backside
protection).  Finally, she pulled her hair out of the ponytail and ran her
fingers through it, simulating the super heroine's "poofier" hairstyle. 
Steeling herself, Jenny walked through the doors leading to the main
convention floor.  She was going to find her husband and get out of there,
as fast as possible!

   Jenny's jaw dropped as she looked around.  Hundreds of people were
wandering around (many of them in costume, Jenny noted) visiting dozens of
different booths and displays.  People were selling everything from comic
books to movies to plastic models and an impossible variety of other stuff.
Jenny's heart sank at the thought of trying to find her husband in all this
chaos.  Figuring she better get started with her search, she began
wandering around.  Several times she had to duck behind a booth or display
to pull her panties back up.

   She was also attracting a lot of attention as the most beautiful
Supergirl anyone had ever seen.  Jenny received many requests for pictures,
both by herself and with groups, and not wanting to be rude or mean , she
obliged all requests.  With one such group of young men, Jenny put her arms
around the shoulders of two young men on either side of her while their
mother took a picture.  While she had her arms around their shoulders,
Jenny felt her panties slide off her rump again!  Not being able to reach
down without attracting attention, she began to shift her legs in an
attempt to stop their downward descent.  All this accomplished, however,
was to make them slide down even more.  Smiling weakly while the picture
was taken, Jenny felt an odd tugging on the side of her panties.  The boys
and their mother thanked Jenny and walked away, but Jenny heard a small
RIP! and felt a curious sliding sensation between her legs .

   Surreptitiously reaching down to her butt, Jenny found the panties were
now completely gone!  Looking over at the departing boys, Jenny saw her
purple panties dangling from the watch clasp of the boy who had been
standing closest to her !

   Jenny's cheeks glowed red.  There was no way she was going after the boy
and asking for her panties back.  She quickly hurried off in the other
direction, holding down the front of the skirt to prevent it from swinging
about.  While debating what to do next, an announcement came over the P.A.
system:

   "Would everyone entered in the Women's Costume Contest please report to
the main stage?  Thank you."

   Before Jenny even had time to react, an official looking little man
approached Jenny and said "C'mon, toots.  You're going the wrong way."

   "I'm sorry, what ?" replied Jenny.

   "The costume contest!  It's this way!  C'mon , let's get going!" he
retorted.

   With that he grabbed Jenny by the wrist and pulled her along to a large
stage where a number of other women in various costumes had gathered.

   "But...but...but...", Jenny stammered.

   "Quiet, toots !  You sound like an old airplane trying to start! 
Believe me your a shoo-in!  Now get up there!" he said, shoving her up the
stairs to the stage...

   "And have fun!"

   Jenny couldn't believe this.  She was standing on a stage in front of
hundreds of people wearing a Supergirl costume with no panties on!  Her
cheeks and neck grew red and warm just thinking about it.

   A contestant dressed up as Wonder Woman was first.  She wore the golden
tiara, silver bracelets, red bustier with overlapping W's, star-spangled
blue shorts, and red boots with a stripe down the front.  Her breasts were
as large as Jenny's, but the similarities ended there.  This woman had long
curly black hair, was about 6 feet tall, and very well toned, every inch an
Amazonian princess.

   Unbeknownst to Jenny, the woman standing behind her (dressed up as Xena,
Warrior Princess ) was eyeballing her with naked (hee hee) jealousy. 
Taking her sword, she gently punctured it through Jenny's cape and then
directly into the stage floor.  Grinning wickedly, she gave Jenny a mighty
shove.

   Jenny, caught totally unaware, was flung violently forward, and a noisy
splitting sound reverberated across the auditorium.  Her shirt and cape
fell in a cascade of spandex behind her and her breasts swelled against the
fabric of her bra as she tumbled forward.  As she was falling, Jenny's arms
went out in front of her in a desperate bid to find something to latch on
to.  Her fingers found the top of Wonder Woman's costume.

   Another mighty rip, and her costume (and Jenny) lay at her feet.  Not
really realizing what just happened, Wonder Woman stood there almost
completely naked.  Her large breasts and small brown nipples quivered
momentarily, and everyone in the audience saw she wasn't wearing panties as
her thick black bush showed through her tan pantyhose.

   As Jenny tried to regain her feet she got a hold of those pantyhose and
pulled them down to the tops of Wonder Woman's boots.  Annoyed at this
disturbance during her time on stage, Wonder Woman turned around to face
Jenny just as she regained her feet.  Grabbing a hold of the now very
visible purple bra and Jenny's short red skirt, the amazon pulled them both
off with one loud rip, leaving Jenny clad only in her yellow belt and knee
high red boots.  Jenny's hands went to the side of her head and her knees
pressed together as she screamed

   "OHMYGOD!"

   Her large breasts swayed back and forth momentarily after being suddenly
freed and her pink nipples swelled up a bit.  Her now visible blonde patch
received a lot of whistles and catcalls from the audience.  Spinning on a
dime, her arms wrapped around her torso, Jenny ran past the backstage
curtain, giving the audience a view of those lovely round cheeks before she
disappeared.

   Still not realizing what happened, Wonder Woman turned back towards the
audience, Jenny's bra and skirt in either hand, arms raised in victory. 
Receiving catcalls, whistles, and thunderous applause, she looked down at
herself and confusion turned to shock.  She doubled over as she ran
offstage, trying desperately to pull her costume and pantyhose back up. 
She tripped right before the curtain, and the audience got to see pink lips
framed by black pubes and a toned ass.

   In the audience, Jenny's husband took one last picture, grinned and
shook his head, then went backstage to find his very embarrassed wife.



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   The Haunting by TrackJim

   Howard had been a dirty old man in every sense of the word.  From the
age of fifteen he had been the plight of every young filly he could lay his
hands on.  His father's money and influence had gotten him out of one jam
after another.  When he inherited his father's fortune at twenty-five he
quieted down for a few years.  Running the family's businesses took effort,
but by thirty he had things under control.  Able managers ran his ventures
insuring him of vast income for the rest of his life.  He was older and
more knowledgeable in using his charms and money to satisfy his drives
without suffering the consequences, or so he thought.

   Howard had retained the family mansion.  It loomed on its hill over the
growing town like a baron's castle.  The staff provided for his every need
-- every need.  The entire staff was composed of attractive women between
18 and 25.  The pay was very good but the turnover was high as none of them
escaped his amorous attention.  In the late twentieth century he would have
been stripped of his fortune by lawsuits, but in 1899 money kept him from
of such until....

   The near naked, giggling maid ran from him down the hall.  He had
tricked her out of her short frock and looked forward to an evening of fun.
When the front door crashed open he was unprepared for the maid's brother
-- revolver in hand.  Only one bullet was fired, but it was enough.

   --

   John stood with his friend looking at the old house, restored and
converted to a bed and board resort.

   "You've done a wonderful job on this old place, -ť he said.

   Gilbert smiled.

   "We'll be opening in two weeks.  I insist you and Jenny come the weekend
before the grand opening."

   "Jenny needs to get away for awhile.  We'll be here."

   "I just hope the ghost is on his best behavior."

   John questioned "Ghost?"

   "The place had been unoccupied for almost twenty years after several
mysterious events, but the only weird event we've had was when Betty came
up to help me.  She claims she felt hands that pulled off her clothes.  I
think she -(TM)s just having fun with me, but she insists she did NOT strip
her own clothes off.  When I found her in the garden she was cowering
behind a hedge.  There were no workmen around.  I think she just wanted my
attention.  She got it!"

   John quickly thought of the possibilities.

   --

   "John, it's lovely."

   Jenny stood in the bedroom overlooking he front drive.

   "Looks very authentic."

   The lawns and gardens had been prepared for the opening.  John watched
as Jenny leaned out the window.  Her dark blue shorts grew tight across her
firm bottom.  The backs of her legs were long and tanned.  John sighed with
desire and delight as he watched her bright red blouse creep up her back
revealing more tantalizing flesh.  He wanted to throw her to the bed, but
they needed to hurry on down for lunch with Gilbert and Betty.

   "I'll meet your in the dining room in fifteen minutes.  Gilbert and I
have a few things to discuss."

   "Okay" Jenny answered, "I just want to enjoy the view for a few
minutes."

   --

   After John left Jenny decided that her shorts were just not appropriate
for the fine old elegant mansion.  She was glad she had brought a summer
dress for the weekend.  Sitting on the large comforter-covered bed she
pulled her shorts down her legs.  She had worn a lacy black string bikini
panty -- a gift from John.  They brought a naughty giggle to her when she
had decided to wear them for him; he liked them so much.  She planned to
surprise him after lunch with some afternoon delight.  She kicked off her
low-heeled shoes to reveal her freshly painted toenails.  She wiggled her
toes.  "Passion Pink was a bit much, but still within bounds."

   Jenny unbuttoned and removed her blouse revealing the matching black bra
that had been hidden under her blouse.  Wearing just her underwear she
pulled the summer dress from her bag.  The dress was light and airy and
loose enough to not bind her.  She slipped her arms in the dress and
started buttoning the fourteen buttons that ran from just below the
neckline to the mid-calf length hem.  Upon reaching her knees she decided
to leave the rest of the buttons undone.  She found a mirror on the back of
the closet door and examined how she looked.  She realized that the black
bra and bikini bottom were quite visible through the off-white dress.  Only
then did she remember that her other pair of panties and bra were also
dark.

   "This will never do."

   Jenny realized she had no one else to blame.  She had dallied until the
last minutes and had done packing.  She had not thought through her choice.
To go downstairs with her underwear so visible would be embarrassing. 
Gilbert and Betty might think she was flaunting her figure.  She almost
changed back into her shorts and blouse but they would not do either.  She
unbuttoned the top of the dress and, with a bit of hesitation, removed her
bra.  She rebuttoned the dress and looked in the mirror.

   "Not too bad" she thought.

   She bent forward to lift her hem and saw her dress hang open exposing
her chest.  The tops of her breasts filled the open top of the dress.

   "Oh, my, I'll have to remember not to bend over."

   She hooked her fingers under the top of her bikini and pulled it down
her legs.  The dress fell back down as her hands dropped.  She stood before
the mirror and smiled at her image as she approved of the look.

   As she left the room and walked down the steps to the first floor the
light fabric of the dress whirled around and between her legs in a most
delicious manner.  The top tickled across her nipples and she felt them
harden.  She almost returned to the room as she wondered how much her pert
nipples would show through the dress.  If she had she would have seen her
dark nipple visible through the material, but she continued down the stairs
to the front hall

   It was in the front hall that Jenny heard a whisper in her ear.

   "Lovely."

   Jenny turned but there was no one in sight.

   "Must be an echo from another room, -ť she thought.

   The next moment she felt the a hand squarely on her right buttock.  She
turned again to see nobody even close to her.  With her mind trying to
piece together what was happening, Jenny did not notice the top button of
her dress pop across the room.  Nor did she notice the tug at the buttons
above her knees.

   Jenny forced herself to calm down.

   "I must be imaging things again."

   She stood straight and held her head high.  With long strides she walked
into the dining room.

   --

   John was the first to see Jenny enter the room.  The bottom of the dress
was only buttoned down to her mid-thighs and he loved the way her thighs
took turns flashing from the front of her summer dress.  The jiggling of
her proud chest left no doubt that she was NOT wearing a bra.  With each
step she looked more and more like a sexual creature on the loose.  It was
very unusual for Jenny to be so self-assured like this but John loved it.
Although he had fully recovered from his serious accident Jenny still
occasionally dressed for his pleasure.  The sight of her dark hard nipples
behind the thin fabric told him she was enjoying the situation.

   Jenny and John joined Gilbert at a table set for four.  Moments later
Betty wheeled in a cart of food and the four friends enjoyed a sumptuous
meal.  Betty, ever the perfect hostess, placed the plates and glasses on
the cart and left to bring desert.  Jenny was the first to notice the back
of Betty's skirt had mysteriously ripped open the hem all the way to her
waist.  Her sheer pink panties were very visible though the tear.  Seeing
Jenny's shocked expression, Jenny followed her eyes and noticed Betty's
pink panties just as she disappeared through the kitchen door.  Gilbert
quickly rose and left for the kitchen.

   "What do you suppose happened?" asked Jenny.

   "She's probably just playing up her ghost story," answered John.

   "What ghost?" asked Jenny.

   She loved ghost stories, the spookier the better.  She listened with
great interest as John repeated the story of naked Betty in the garden. 
Jenny's face reddened as her mind placed her in Betty's place.  Without
other people around it was just the type of stunt the doctors had ordered
for John's physical and mental rehabilitation a year ago.  Just as John
finished the story Jenny felt a contact between her closed thighs.  She
looked down to see that all her dress buttons from the waist down had
vanished.  Her dress hung down each side of the chair leaving her uncovered
to her waist.  Jenny looked at John on the left side of the table.  With a
forced smile on her face and a tremor in her voice she spoke.

   "Dear, I'm having a problem.  Could we go back to our room?"

   The table and tablecloth masked Jenny exposed condition from John.

   "What problem?"

   He noticed the red of Jenny's face indicative of an embarrassed or
aroused state.  He wondered, "Was she aroused by Betty's spooky adventure?"


   His eyes remained locked on her blushing face and he noticed her
shallow, more rapid breathing.  Whatever it was that was affecting her left
her looking vibrant and sexy.  He knew that if he prolonged the moment she
would still be very turned all afternoon.  He reached under tablecloth at
the corner and grabbed her left knee.  He was delighted when he found her
knee bare and ran his hand slowly up her thigh.  A smile grew on his face
as his hand felt inch after inch of quivering bare skin.

   Gilbert returned from the kitchen and John withdrew his hand from
Jenny's hot flesh.  Gilbert took his seat to Jenny's right and she scooted
as close to the table as possible.

   Tiny beads of sweat appeared on Jenny's face and upper chest.  Her
thighs were clinched tightly together.  With no warning a hand was squarely
on her pussy forcing her to inhale.

   "John", she gasped as she turned back toward him.

   Her mind fell into disarray as she saw both his hands above the table.
She turned back to Gilbert even as the mystery fingers stroked her lightly.
She bit her lip in her teeth as the hand stroked again and again.

   Gilbert made excuses for Betty, but assured them that she would be out
in a moment with the deserts.  Jenny could only squirm as they waited.  She
knew she would only be able to postpone the mounting sensations between her
thighs.

   Finally, Betty came through the kitchen door.  A long white linen apron
hung from shoulder straps reaching down to almost her knees.  She sat the
eclairs at the four places before taking her seat.  Jenny forced herself to
nibble slowly on the delicious flaky pastry.  They were all nearly done
when a mystery finger dipped between her folds to lightly stroke her most
sensitive spot.  Jenny's mind was so centered on that finger that she
failed to notice what else was happening.  All but the third button from
the top of her dress silently popped to the floor.  The third button was
between her hard tingling nipples and was all that kept her dress closed.

   "I have to go, now," Jenny gasped.

   Her legs were quivering she slid her chair back and stood.  The dress
fluttered open as the solitary button popped onto the table.  Jenny froze
as it slid from her body.  John looked at her with lust as a she raced from
the dining room.

   "I think I b...b....better help J...Jenny", John said as he stumbled
after Jenny.

   --

   Jenny pulled on the doorknob to their room.  For some reason the door
would not budge.  By the time John caught up with her the smell of her
arousal was quite strong.  He inhaled deeply savoring Jenny's natural
fragrance.  He slapped her hand from the doorknob and opened it with no
effort.  She ran passed him and fell onto the bed, a wanton look on her
face.  John slammed the door and ripped the clothes from his body.  Jenny
pulled him down onto the bed.  It was all John could do as she climbed atop
him.

   "Ahhhh" a barely audible moan filled the room, ignored by the busy
couple on the bed.



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   Jenny The Weather Girl by Sean89

   "I'm telling you, boss, she is perfect for the job!", said Ashley .  To
emphasize her point, she leaned across his desk , resting on the palms of
her hands and displaying a nice bit of cleavage.

   "You had better be right about this", replied Mr.  Bancroft, head of
local TV station KRIP.

   He peeled his eyes away from the flesh protruding towards him from
across the desk and continued,

   "...When I hired you as my assistant, you guaranteed to improve the
ratings of our six o'clock Saturday newscast.  I don't see how this new
weather girl you've hired will boost ratings by herself."

   "Then let me introduce you two, Mr.  Bancroft." Ashley walked across his
large office and opened the door.

   "Jenny, you can come in now.", said Ashley.

   Mr.  Bancroft stood up to greet his newest employee , and had his breath
taken away by an incredible vision of femininity.

   "Holy sh*t!", he thought to himself, "What is she, 5'5, 120 pounds?  And
that amazing rack!  38CC for sure!  I wonder if she's a natural blonde ?"

   He gave a mental whistle as he introduced himself and reached out to
shake her hand.

   Jenny had dressed nicely, if conservatively, this morning.  A white
blouse with a ruffled collar and cuffs, a tweed skirt that came down to
mid-thigh, and a pair of tan medium-heel shoes completed the outfit.  Her
long blonde hair was pulled back in a bun, and the overall effect was very
prim and proper.  She was carrying a stack of employment papers under her
right arm.

   When Mr.  Bancroft reached out to shake her hand, Jenny unthinkingly did
the same, dropping her papers all over the floor.

   "Oh, I'm a little clumsy today," said Jenny, blushing slighty.  "Pardon
me for a moment, Mr.  Bancroft."

   With that Jenny turned away from Mr.  Bancroft and bent over at the
waist to retrieve her papers.  Then came the sound that Jenny dreaded and
Ashley had been waiting for: RRRIIIIPPPP!!!!!

   The tweed skirt ripped completely open along the back seam and fell to
the floor almost gracefully.  Jenny's round , ample, posterior was covered
with a pair of high cut white panties with red trim around the waist and
legs, and little red polka-dots all over them.  Her shapely legs were clad
in thigh-high nude stay-ups.

   Mr.  Bancroft drank it all in.

   "Eeeek!", squealed Jenny.

   She stood up and turned around immediately, but the strain of the
sudden, violent, movement was too much for the panties, and the strap over
the left hip broke with a "ping!", revealing lush blonde bush.

   Jenny clamped her knees together and her hands shot down to hold on to
her panties and cover herself.  She started to back away towards the door
when Ashley walked over to her and handed her the sport jacket she had been
wearing.

   "Cover yourself with this and head down to the ladies room, Jenny.  I'll
gather your things and meet you down there", said Ashley.

   Fighting the urge to run and hide, Jenny said "Oh thank you, Ashley! 
I'm so sorry Mr.  Bancroft, this will never happen again!"

   Mr.  Bancroft, his eyes dancing behind his mutton chop sideburns and
chubby face, replied "Don't worry yourself, Jenny.  It was quite
lovely...uhh quite all right.  We'll see you on Saturday."

   Jenny headed for the door, knees still locked together, looking like a
voluptuous blonde penguin.  Reaching for the door she dropped the jacket.
Caught by surprise, Jenny unclamped her knees and the misbehaving panties
slid down her leg and all the way to the floor by her right foot.  She
quickly whipped the jacket back around her waist and stepped out of the
panties in one fluid motion.  With one last red-faced look back, she shut
the door and left.

   "Now do you believe what I've been telling you?", Ashley asked her boss.

   "Ummm, yes , quite.", he replied.  "You mean to tell me that lovely
young woman is very prone to those kind of accidents?"

   "Ever since I've known her, sir."

   "Excellent work, Ashley.  If this all works out, you'll have a big raise
coming.  We've got sweeps in three weeks.  I want her face in the paper, in
on-air ads, on bus-stop benches, the works.  That young woman is going to
get us rating that Tom Brokaw would kill his mother for!"

   Jenny spent the first week getting to know the studio and the language
of the TV weatherperson.  While she was no meteorologist (most TV weather
people aren't) the job was not too demanding.  The computers did the actual
forecasting, and the teleprompters gave her most of what she had to say. 
She was also doing a lot of promotional stuff for KRIP, increasing public
awareness of the new weather girl.

   There was only one problem: Jenny had proved strangely immune to her
particular brand of accidents while on the air!  As a matter of fact, she
hadn't lost any part of her clothing since her first day on the job.  While
Jenny was greatly pleased with this, Ashley wasn't, and the boss, Mr. 
Bancroft, was getting impatient.

   "Look, Ashley", he said.  "This upcoming Saturday is the height of
sweeps.  The ratings have increased (especially among males ages 12-84) but
just not enough.  If something spectacular doesn't happen on that
broadcast, you're finished at KRIP!"

   "Yes sir!  You're absolutely right, sir!" Alone in her cubicle, Ashley
fumed.

   "That big-boobed cow is going to cost me my job!", she thought to
herself.  "It figures that she stops losing her clothes just when I depend
on it.  Looks like I'm going to have to "help" her again!  I just need to
think of something great for Saturday!"

   Looking around her cubicle seeking inspiration, Ashley found very
little. Computer?  No.  File cabinet?  No.  Desktop fan?  No...wait just a
minute!  Ashley had seen the week-long forecast and remembered that
Saturday was supposed to be windy.  An idea started forming in her head...

   The next morning rolled around and Ashley started on her "Sweeps
Project" as she called it.  All she would tell Jenny (until Saturday) was
that her Saturday forecast would be the highlight of sweeps week.  Jenny
felt a surge of pride knowing that the station was depending on her.  When
Ashley told Mr.  Bancroft her plan, he gave the green light and upscaled
Jenny's ad campaign, promising viewers the best forecast they had ever
seen.

   Guided by Ashley, Jenny purchased a brand new outfit for the broadcast.
A navy blue sport jacket with a knee-length skirt of the same color started
the outfit.  A white collarless blouse and a blue bandana (for around her
neck) were next, followed by a pair of blue high-heeled shoes.  Jenny
thought the outfit was quite modest, especially by Ashley's usual
standards, but that was just fine with her!  Of course, Ashley had steered
Jenny toward that particular outfit, which she had already weakened in a
few key areas.

   Once Jenny had her outfit, Ashley set up the rest of the ratings stunt.
When she told the tech boys and stage hands what she had in store for
Jenny, they were all too glad to help (even foregoing overtime pay!)

   First they got an industrial strength fan.  Standing over seven feet
tall and wide, the thing could send forth almost hurricane force blasts of
air.  Next, under the "X" on the floor where Jenny stood to deliver the
forecast next to the weather map, a small but powerful electro-magnet was
installed.  Not powerful enough to mess with the electronic equipment all
around, but it would have a definite "attraction" to the steel reinforced
soles of Jenny's brand new blue high heel shoes!  Once Jenny was
immobilized by the magnet and that blast of wind hit her nice, new outfit,
the viewers of KRIP's six o'clock news would get quit a show!

   Saturday had finally gotten there and Ashley had driven Jenny to the
studio personally.  She wanted to make sure that nothing happened to her
before the broadcast.

   When they got to the studio Ashley hurried Jenny into the dressing room
to change into tonight's "special" outfit.  When Jenny took off the loose
jogging outfit she had been wearing, Ashley saw Jenny had on a lacy, red,
see-thru bra and panties, with a matching garter belt and dark brown
stockings!  Jenny's nipples and blonde bush were quite visible beneath
them. Ashley must have looked surprised, because Jenny blushed, looked at
her and said,

   "I was so excited about today that I forgot to do laundry last night. 
These were my only clean underthings."

   "Oh.  Well, that's all right, Jenny.", Ashley said.  Great, Ashley
thought, the bimbo is helping me and doesn't even know it!

   While Jenny finished dressing and putting her hair in a professional
looking braid, she noticed what Ashley was wearing.  A hot pink silk blazer
with matching mini-skirt and heels and a tank top style white blouse. 
Jenny could tell Ashley wasn't wearing a bra , and could also see that her
mini-skirt didn't adequately cover the black garter belt and stockings she
had on underneath (at least while she was sitting on the counter like that)
That was far too daring an outfit, Jenny thought.  But the black stockings
match her hair.

   When Jenny finished dressing, Ashley walked her over to the stage and
gave her the information for the stunt.

   "When you say It's going to stay windy all weekend, that will be the cue
for the stagehands to start the fan.  Then they'll throw paper and what-not
out into the breeze to blow around.  The computer guys will be adding
special effects directly onto the broadcast, but they need the wind effect
to get a good base for a realistic look."

   Jenny didn't think that sounded like much of a ratings stunt, but she
was still very new to TV, so she said, "All right, Ashley.  Oops!  There's
my cue!  Showtime!"

   Showtime indeed, thought Ashley.

   Jenny made it through the first part of her broadcast effortlessly. 
Watching her from the sidestage near the fan, Ashley could hardly wait. 
Casting a glance over to the stagehands, Jenny said her line, "...and it's
going to stay windy all weekend."

   The stagehands started the fan on low and began tossing paper in front
of it.  Jenny's bangs and skirt ruffled slightly while bits of paper
breezed past.  Jenny looked at the camera, smiled , and said "See what I
mean?"

   Ashley nodded at the guys working the fan and they cranked it up to high
immediately.  At the same time, Ashley flipped the switch for the magnet.
Jenny felt a not unpleasant tingling in her feet.  Attempting to shuffle
them a bit, she made a startling discovery: her feet were stuck to the
floor!  At the same time she had that realization, she was hit with a
tremendous blast of air.  Papers were swirling everywhere, the fan was
roaring, and the cameraman kept a steady eye on Jenny.

   The first to go was Jenny's skirt.  With a slight rip, it flew off and
disappeared backstage somewhere, revealing her lacy red panties, garter
belt and dark brown stocking tops.

   "Oh my God!", Jenny yelled.

   Her hands began roaming all over her rump and crotch in a vain attempt
to cover herself.

   Her sport jacket offered little resistance either, sailing away in the
next split second.  Her attempts to run proving futile, Jenny decided
attempting to cover herself was the best option.

   Jenny's eyes widened considerably when she felt her blouse begin to go.
Before she could even get her hands up, the blouse flew off, white material
and buttons going everywhere.  The people in the studio and at home got to
look at that lacy red bra and what it contained.

   Ashley could barely contain her laughter.  Jenny was getting humiliated
on live TV and she would get a raise, hell, a promotion out of it.  This
was just too sweet.

   Not being able to talk over the roar of the fan, Jenny made motions with
her arms (and pleading eyes) indicating to the stagehands to turn the fan
off.  They made a great show of trying to turn the switch to "OFF" and
unplug it, but, of course, they weren't trying in the least.

   Jenny felt the bow at the end of her braid fly off at the same time as
the blue bandana around her neck.  Reacting without thinking, she put her
hands up to her hair and neck.  Her bra caught a blast of air, flew off,
and smacked the lens of camera #2 before disappearing.  Her pink nipples
stiffened instantly under the blast of air, and her 38CC's bounced
considerably now that they were released from their confinement.



   Squealing in embarrassment, Jenny covered her large chest with her hands
and arms.  The fan took the opportunity to relieve her of the burden of her
panties.  With a "snap" they broke free and landed gently atop the head of
the anchorman (who later sold them for $100 on ebay.) When she felt the
wind blowing directly across her blonde bush, she put one hand down to
cover her nether regions, succeeding at fully covering neither.

   Both sets of cheeks were blushing a magnificent crimson.

   Meanwhile, sidestage, Ashley finally laughed out loud.  This was great!
The stagehand behind her must have thought so, too, because he was so
intent on watching Jenny, clad only in lacy red garter belt, dark brown
stockings, and blue high heels, that he didn't even notice that he bumped
Ashley directly into the path of the mega-fan.

   Ashley ran into a small pole that ran floor to ceiling and held on for
dear life.

   "Oh crap", thought Ashley, "this is bad!"

   Her hot pink silk blazer and mini-skirt were no match for the ferocious
wind.  With a loud tearing noise, the both flew up, up, and away over the
set.  Jenny, blonde hair flying willy-nilly in the strong wind saw the
blazer and skirt fly by, and glanced over at Ashley.  She saw that Ashley
had neglected to wear panties, her firm little butt, framed nicely by the
black garter belt and stockings she wore, was tense with the effort to hold
on to the pole.

   Despite her own predicament Jenny felt a flush of embarrassment for her
friend.

   Ashley looked down to find half of her clothes gone.  She yelped as the
wind blew directly across her thick black bush.  Another loud rip and
Ashley's breasts bounced free of the now absent blouse.  Her hands,
sweating with the effort of holding on to the pole, finally slipped free,
and the blast of air sent her tumbling.  She ended up with her legs spread
wide in front of camera #1, directly in front of Jenny.  Jenny looked down
on Ashley with sympathy in her eyes.

   Viewers at home saw the image of Ashley's spread legs and black patch
freeze on their TV's with the words "Technical Difficulties.  We'll be
right back." across the bottom of the screen.

   Standing in line at the unemployment office a week later Ashley read the
headline of the newspaper: "KRIP Broadcast License Suspended Pending
Investigation."

   Jenny had been embarrassed, sure, but she had also received movie
contracts and endorsement deals!  She turned them all down, too, the dumb
bitch, Ashley thought to herself.

   "I just want to forget it ever happened" Jenny had told her.

   Not bloody likely, thought Ashley.  That video was probably all over the
'net by now.

   Just then a young man noticed her, "Hey," he said, "You're one of the
naked bimbo's from the news the other night!  Hey guys!  Come here and
check this out!  Baby can we see that luscious patch of yours one more
time?"

   The paramedics, when they arrived 10 minutes later, had to remove a
whole billboards worth of "help wanted" flyers from a very painful place on
the poor man anatomy



  
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   After The Music Stopped by Fledermaus

   Jenny had lost track of time.  She knew that the fun had to end
sometime, but she and Ashley had met up with lots of friendly folks that
kept her mind either occupied or fogged through most of the weekend.  She
had smoked some kind of pot that the guy with the dreadlocks (Monkey?  Was
that really his name?  That couldn't be right!) had called "indica" early
in the afternoon, and after that things got pretty hazy.  She remembered
laughing a lot (sometimes until it hurt) and dancing...

   The sun was bright as Jenny blinked.  She was on the ground, and people
were moving around her.  Still stoned from hours ago (what the hell was
that shit?  She'd never been that far gone before...), she propped herself
up on her elbows and looked around for Ashley.  Nowhere in sight...  and
then she noticed.  Her clothes were gone.  All of them.  Before she could
even react, a camera flash went off right in front of her.  She screamed as
the smiling man with the camera walked casually away with his prize: a
photo of Jenny, barely 19 and nubile, lying on her back on the ground, legs
spread just enough to give any casual observer a glimpse of her precious
pink.

   The young girl's scream attracted the attention of the crowd around her,
and Jenny found all eyes on her.  Specifically on her breasts and pussy, as
she drew further attention to herself by trying to cover herself and get
away.  She had to turn over and get on her hands and knees to get up, and
she heard whistles as she exposed her ass and still more of her slit. 
Standing, she realized that she didn't have enough hands to cover herself
in all the places that counted.  Panicking, she ran.  The crowds of people
parted as she raced for...  for..  what?  Where was there to go?  She
stopped, confused, and stood, covering her nipples and her pubes as best
she could, looking wildly around as people milled by, most of them eyeing
her as they passed.

   "Ashley!"...  No answer.

   She could feel her blush by now, as she was redder than any sunburn
could ever make her, and she seized the only thing that she could cover
herself with: mud.  She smeared the filthy stuff at first over her crotch,
but quickly decided to cover herself entirely, as somehow the "mud bikini"
seemed obscene to her.

   Finally she spotted a small group of girls, all as naked as she was! 
They were begging for clothes from passers-by.  Nobody seemed to be in much
of a hurry to clothe any of the poor females in need, but she did see one
girl get at least a dirty sheet to wrap around herself.  Jenny realized
that she would have to rely on a good samaritan to get her something to
wear, so she started begging.  It was humiliating.  She pleaded with
stranger after stranger, but she got leers from the men, and the women
looked away, obviously believing her to be one of the shameless women who
paraded themselves naked throughout the festival.  She wasn't like that! 
This wasn't her fault!  Things just got a little carried away!

   She was in despair, tears running down her face, when she heard a man
call to her.  She ran towards him, pleading for help.  Could he get her
something to wear?  Anything?

   "Well hold on a sec, there, sweet thing.  I might be able to help you,
but this isn't the sixties anymore, you know.  What do I get out of it?"

   "What do you want?," Jenny asked fearfully, thinking the worst.  Would
she actually have to...  "No!  Never!"

   "No, no, no, it's not that.  I just want to see all of you, then I'll
give you my jacket.  I don't need it anyway.  Can't think of a damn reason
to have brought one, but here it is, and you can have it, if you show me
what you've got...  all of it.  Whaddaya say?"

   "You mean, expose myself to you?  I couldn't..."

   "OK then, seeya" The man turned to leave.

   "Wait!  Please, I need that jacket!," Jenny found herself saying.

   The man stopped and turned, grinning.  "Then you agree?"

   Jenny bit her lip and lowered her head, gripping her arms around her
most private places even more tightly as the thought of showing this
complete stranger her naked body.  It was one thing to be surprised, but to
display herself on purpose?

   "Last chance," the man said, a slight quaver of anticipation in his
voice.  "This jacket is probably just long enough to cover what you've got
to show me.  I'll be the last to see you today."

   Jenny had no choice but to agree.  So many had seen her already (one
even had a picture!), what difference could one more make?

   "Alright.  Here."

   Jenny straightened herself as she lowered her arms to her sides.  She
felt her knees weaken as the man's eyes moved down, and then back up to
meet hers.

   "Well, that's a start, sweetie, but your best assets are obscured by
mud. Here, wash off the mud with this," the man said, offering a gallon jug
of spring water.

   Jenny was speechless and shaking as she opened the jug and began washing
herself off.

   "Hold on there, girl, you're wasting it.  Just the good parts need to be
cleaned off."

   "Please," begged Jenny, "don't.."

   "Don't what, girlie?  You know what I want to see, and you agreed."

   Jenny's tears ran freely as she washed the mud off each breast in turn,
then her ass, and finally her crotch.  She stood facing the man, tits and
pussy nearly glowing in contrast to the mud on the rest of her body.

   "Good, said the man, now we pose you in the right position.

   Jenny numbly followed the man's instructions.  She faced away from him
with her legs spread wide, barely hearing the man tell her to bend over. 
She could feel the man's eyes bore into her lips.  She was sure he could
see her asshole.  Never had she been so mortified on her life.  Nothing
could top this...  At least it would end soon...  after the coup de
grace...

   "OK, use your fingers to spread your cheeks and lips," she heard with
disbelief.  She hesitated.  "This is all.  You'll be done if you can do
this for me.  Show me all your holes."

   Finally, Jenny reached back and gently pried herself wide open.  She
heard gasps behind her.  She could feel the breeze on things she though no
one would ever see.  Her clit was sticking out, obvious to everyone.  Her
vagina gaped open, exposing her innermost regions, and a little more
moisture than normal.  All the while her huge breasts hung straight down,
the nipples erect.

   "Geez, you can even see her pee-hole!"

   A new voice, this time.

   (Nooooo!)

   She whirled around, but not before hearing the furious click of many
shutters.  A crowd had formed behind her, and applauded as the man finally
handed her the coat, and strolled off without a word, putting his camera
back in his pocket.  Jenny had never heard a man whistling as he walked
before.  The sound of whistling was never the same.



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   Jenny and The Bridge by Rabbit

   It was a beautiful Monday morning.  Jenny didn't have to work due to an
incident involving a printing press at her newspaper job, so she decided to
take a walk to the park.  When she was about a block away from the park
Jenny noticed that the building across the street from the park was under
construction.

   She didn't like construction sites because she had a tendency to draw
stares and cat calls from the workers.  This had always been terribly
embarrassing to her.  As usual she heard whistles and lewd comments as soon
as she started walking past the site, so when she got to the park she
decided to go toward the beach instead of toward the playground.  That way
she would be out of the workers' view.  But as she turned toward the water
she saw there were about two hundred boy scouts milling about at the waters
edge.  A chill went up Jenny's spine at the memory of the last time she had
run into boy scouts.  She quickly turned back toward the playground.  Most
of the construction workers had gone back to their business which made
Jenny feel much more comfortable.

   She was wearing a green sundress and a pair of sandals.  Under the dress
she had on an industrial strength bra to hold in her 36CC breasts and a
matching pair of panties.

   "Not much to look at but at least they won't fall off by themselves,"
she thought.

   It wasn't much of a playground.  Just a set of monkey bars, a few swings
and some sort of bridge thing that was mostly a bunch of tires laid flat so
you could walk across and look down through where the rim had been.  Jenny
went for the swing first but got up as soon as she realized the forward
rise sent her skirt up around her belly.  Luckily none of the construction
workers had been paying attention.

   Fixing her skirt, Jenny walked quickly over to the tire bridge.

   "It looks kind of unsturdy," she thought to herself as she stepped on
the top step.

   She looked behind her and saw that a few of the construction workers
were looking in her direction.  She quickly looked away.  She wanted to act
as normal as possible so they wouldn't start calling to her again, so she
started across the tire bridge.  As she neared the middle of the bridge she
saw that the middle tire was almost big enough for an adult to fit through,
where the other tires had been smaller.  Not that she was going to climb
through there in her sundress with all those workers around.  Not in this
life time.

   Jenny stepped over the large middle tire so she was straddling it, but
kept her hands on the rope railing.  She leaned over the side of the bridge
so she could look at the flowers growing in the grass below her.  Suddenly
a wind sprang up and blew the back of Jenny's dress up into the air.

   Cheers and cat calls instantly filled the air.

   The construction workers were all paying attention now.  Jenny,
realizing what they were cheering at, quickly stood up and tried to push
her skirt down, inadvertently stepping into the hole of the tire.  This
threw her weight off and her other foot followed the first into the hole.

   Jenny let out a yelp as she fell into the middle of the tire.  It was
suspended about six feet in the air, but as she fell she held onto the rope
railing.  There she stopped with most of her body above the tire and her
beautiful legs dangling below.  From a side view she looked like she was
wearing a tire around her waist.  Jenny felt a breeze blow across her upper
thighs and looked down to see that her dress had stayed on top of the tire.
Her face turned bright red when she realized that this was leaving her
panty-clad bottom exposed to anyone who cared to look.  And by the yelling
in the background that was a lot of people.

   Jenny started to get scared that if she dangled here long enough the
guy's from across the street would come over and offer her some assistance,
But she wasn't sure what to do.  She tried pulling herself back up onto the
bridge but her massive breasts and ample butt were too much for her to pull
up.  Also, it was rubbing her panties against the inside of the tire and
they had begun to roll down some.

   Just then, Jenny heard some voices coming down the trail from the lake.
Three boy scouts had come down looking to see what all the men were
shouting about.  When she saw them, Jenny froze in terror.  As far as Jenny
was concerned the Antichrist was better company.  She hoped they wouldn't
see her.

   Unfortunately for Jenny they did see her and headed right for her.  All
three boys had their mouths hanging open at the sight of Jenny's butt
hanging in the air under a tire.  The tallest boy said, "Hey lady, are you
stuck?"

   Jenny, thinking they might even help her out of this embarrassing
situation, said, "I can't pull myself up, and I don't think I will fit all
the way through if I let go.  Can you help me?  Please?"

   She was begging now, but the boys were not looking at her; they were
staring at her crotch.  They moved closer and Jenny realized she could not
see them from where she was hanging because they were right under her.

   "Please don't let them take my panties!" she prayed to herself.

   "Hey boys, maybe you could push me up by my feet," she said.

   One of the boys said something like "Yeah, let's push her up!" but Jenny
didn't like the enthusiasm in his voice.

   "Grab my feet and push up," she yelled, so one boy grabbed her left
foot, another grabbed her right, and they started to push her just a little
bit, but mostly they were slowly spreading Jenny's legs apart for the view
of the guys across the street.

   They, of course, were screaming and yelling and whistling.  Jenny tried
pulling her legs back from the boys, but found she had no leverage to move.
One of the boys -- she had no idea which -- was touching the inside of her
thigh while another was running his finger under the fringe of her panties.
This was not only embarrassing, but it made Jenny aroused and wet.

   Jenny yelled, "Stop that!" but only got laughter in return.

   Seeing her situation and how they could take advantage of it further one
of the boys whispered into his friends ear, after a couple moments of
whispering his friend nodded.

   The first boy said "Maybe we could pull you up?"

   Jenny agreed that that was a good idea.

   Two of the boys ran up the stairs and climbed onto either side of Jenny.
Each grabbed one of her hands that were still holding onto the rope and
pulled.  Jenny stayed stuck in the tire.

   The boys chanted "One, Two, Three!" and gave a big tug.

   The bridge shook and both boys dropped Jenny at the same time.  This
left Jenny stuck up to her armpits with both arms waving frantically above
her head.  Her breasts wouldn't even make it into the tire but had stopped
above it and her weight was pushing them up and out while the rest of her
was trying to go down.  Her dress had ridden up also, but it still fully
covered her huge tits.

   There were now about fifty men standing on the roof of the building
across the street who had a full view of Jenny.

   One of the boys up top grabbed the edge of Jenny's dress and started
pulling it over her head.

   Jenny screamed "No!  Don't do that!  Please, please!" but the boy just
smiled and looked over at the guys on the roof.

   The crowd's yelling drowned out Jenny's cries of protest.

   The boy lifted the sundress slowly above her head where she tried to
grab it, but the motion only made her slide further down.  Jenny felt
someone pushing his little hand into her panties and kicked out
frantically. This too made her sink further into the tire until her breasts
were pushed so far up that her nipples had started to push out of the bra.
They were so tight in there that her nipples were almost level with her
mouth.

   This gave the boy up top an idea.  He grabbed the back of Jenny's bra
and undid the clasp.  He didn't remove it but let it lie there covering all
of her breasts but her nipples.  These he pinched lightly between his
finger and thumb, massaging them gently.  Jenny instantly went a shade
darker red and started begging him to stop.  The boy only sat there
watching her blush shamefully and try to look away.  He then pulled her bra
off her breasts and dropped it over the side of the bridge.  He continued
pinching Jenny's nipples and even bent over to take one of them in his
mouth.

   Jenny was powerless to stop him since her arms were stuck above her
head. She was starting to become extremely aroused from the unwanted
attention to her nipples; moreover, the boy under her was alternating
between rubbing his hand over her mound and poking his little finger into
her asshole.  Every time he would rub a finger over her clit her hips would
twitch.  Slowly he pushed her panties aside and stuck his finger all the
way into her asshole.  Then he just ran his fingertips up and down over the
crack in her mound just barely touching her.  This aroused Jenny so much
that she forgot the watching crowd and started bucking on his hand.

   The boy up top started pushing the bottom of Jenny's breasts up so the
nipple would be right at her mouth and said "Suck it!"

   She pulled her head away but he put his hand on the back of her head and
repeated himself.  This time he had her other nipple in between his fingers
and when she refused her gave it a hard pinch.  Jenny immediately started
sucking on her own nipple.

   The crowd went wild.

   Meanwhile, down underneath, Jenny felt her panties slowly being pulled
down past her hips.  She automatically spread her legs wide so as to make
it impossible for her panties to come off.  But as soon as she did she felt
a hand come down over top of her mound.  She clamped her legs shut tight.
The hand was still there and now the fingers were wiggling into her crack.
Not only that, but the boy up top had taken to massaging her whole boob and
sucking on the nipples.

   Crowds of people were coming from across the street and the rest of the
boy scout troop was coming over the hill.  Jenny screamed as she felt her
panties being pulled down to her ankles.  Two boys grabbed each leg and
held her wide for the assembled crowd to see.

   Jenny was crying and blushing when someone said "Let's see you put a
blush on her other cheeks!"

   SMACK went Jenny's round quivering bottom, and before Jenny was freed
everyone got to give her a good whack and a nice feel too!



  
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   Jenny Wants To Be A Millionaire by Capstick

   I

   Today was Jenny's Birthday, and what a wonderful day it had been so
far!. She was truly blessed to have such a loving Husband and friends who
cared so much for her.  Ashley had given Jenny a beautiful bottle green
silk dress which must have cost a small fortune.  She insisted that she
found it on clearance, but Jenny had never seen dresses like this make it
to a close-out table.  Ashley was worried about the fit, so she tried it on
for them.  It was a strapless dress, a style that Jenny usually stayed away
from.  She had to admit that it made her look like a movie star though!  It
had a lot of support built into the chest, and gave her full breasts quite
a lift.  It was snug across her chest, and created a lot of cleavage.  It
was loose across her hips though, so she was comfortable moving around. 
The dress was short enough that she would have to be careful bending over.

   When she modeled the dress for them they fell in love with it.  Ashley
explained that with the strapless top, the dress needed to be tight or it
would be constantly slipping down.  Jenny was hoping that her days of
accidental exposure were well behind her, so this reassured her.  It had
been months since the last incident, and Jenny was quite proud of herself.

   Then her husband handed her a birthday card.  Inside the card Jenny
found a pair of tickets to a show named "Are You Really Sure You Want to be
a Millionaire?".  Her Husband explained that it was a taping for a pilot
cable show and that contestants were going to be picked from the studio
audience, so her new dress should be the perfect attention getter.  Jenny
squealed with delight and gave him a big hug, while Ashley smiled to
herself and thought what a stupid cow she really was!

   "I almost forgot your last gift, what perfect timing!", he said as he
handed her a box from her favorite lingerie shop in town.

   When she opened the box she found a beautiful matched set of flesh
colored matching bra, panties, and garter belt set,along with silk
stockings and a transparent nightie.

   "I was hoping you would wear them to bed tonight, but the color is
perfect with that dress.  I'd love it if you wore them to the show!."

   How could Jenny say no with all the love being shown.  She didn't tell
him that the bra couldn't be worn with this dress since it was strapless,
but everything else should be fine.  Then when they got back from the show
tonight all she needed to do was slip out of the dress and into the
nightie!

   After cocktails and a wonderful dinner at her favorite restaurant(where
Jenny enjoyed the attention her dress was getting) her husband drove
downtown to a rather run-down section full of industrial buildings.  Jenny
regretted not using the rest room at the restaurant, but she could wait
till they were inside the Studio.  He found the building behind a
chain-link fence with a small sign out front which said Cinema-X
Productions.  They parked in a fenced lot which was quite full.

   As they approached the entrance door, a huge man was standing guard with
a clipboard, wearing a dark blue uniform.  Her husband presented their
tickets, which Jenny noticed were two different colors, one white and one
bright orange.  The man checked his clipboard, made a few marks, and handed
Jenny and her Husband a form with a lot of small print on it.  Jenny asked
what the form was for, and he explained that it was a models release in
case they did get chosen to participate in the show.  As he stood over her
to point out where to sign, Jenny could feel his eyes on her cleavage. 
Jenny saw her husband signing his form, so she went ahead and signed hers
with a shrug.

   "The shows starts in about 10 minutes folks, and I have to do a quick
search before you can enter", said the guard.

   He took back the forms and pointed to a short yellow railing which was
about three feet away from the building wall by the door.  Could you stand
in front of that railing Miss, and face the wall please.  Jenny glanced
over at her husband, who gave her a quick nod O.K.  A line of people were
starting to form behind them, so Jenny walked over to where he pointed and
stood up against the railing.  Jenny felt his hand press between her
shoulder blades as he said "please lean forward and place your hands
against the building wall".

   Blushing furiously, Jenny now realized that with her legs braced against
the railing, her ass was thrust into the air facing the guard and the rest
of the crowd now gathered.  The way he had her stretched out, her heavy
breasts were close to falling out of her top.  She felt the guards booted
feet slip between her high heels, and kick her feet apart till they were
well separated.

   She let out a soft moan as she felt him lean up against her uplifted
butt, and felt his hardening cock pressing against her mound.  He reached
around and placed his hands flat on her belly, slid them slowly up her
sides to her armpits, and then followed the slope of her breasts down till
he was cupping them underneath and squeezing them together.  Jenny gasped
as she felt her breasts pop out the top of her dress.  His hands
immediately covered them and began squeezing and massaging.  Jenny was
helplessly pinned in this position and unable to remove her hands from the
wall.

   After what felt like 10 minutes of continued groping (but was probably
only 10 seconds) the guard released her breasts and slid his hands back
behind her, down her hips and along her thighs till he reached her stocking
clad legs below her dress.  Jenny let out a gasp as he slowly ran his hands
up the inside of her legs, which also raised her dress.  her legs were
still braced apart by his feet and she glanced over to her Husband
helplessly, who was standing with the rest of the crowd.  He gave her one
of those What can I do about it" shrugs.

   She grimaced and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his fingers brush
past her stocking tops till they finally reached her now soaked panties. 
His fingers found the ties on the side, and suddenly Jenny gasped as she
felt them fall away, and the cool night air hit her moist uncovered skin.
He parted her lips, and ran one finger up inside her pussy deeply until she
was raised up on her tiptoes.  He slowly slid it back out, and followed
back to her asshole, and before it dawned on her what was happening, he
slid his now very lubricated finger deep inside her ass, much to the
delight of the crowd.

   Jenny realized that he had moved over to the side, which gave everyone
gathered a front row view.  She could see all the guys squatting down low
to get a better view, and could hear their shouts of encouragement.  The
guard continued to work his finger around in slow circles for a few
seconds, and then he finally pulled his finger out, which to every ones
delight, produced another squeal from Jenny.  She quickly pushed herself
off of the wall and pulled down her dress, and looked up at the guard who
was smiling from ear to ear.  She vaguely heard him say thank you very much
and please go this way, as she rushed inside the door hearing the applause
following her.



   II

   Now that the guard had finally released her, Jenny found herself in a
narrow hallway.  A brightly lit opening was straight ahead, and a line of
people were slowly filing in to a large studio beyond.  As she caught up to
the line she realized her husband was directly ahead of her!  She was about
to start complaining that he hadn't been searched also, when she felt more
people pressing up from behind.  By the bulging pants now pressed against
her ass, Jenny realized that the guard must be allowing everyone through
without searches!  Now all of her new found admirers were squeezed behind.

   She suddenly felt a pair of hands reach around and grasp her bare
breasts!  Her dress top was still pulled down from the search.  She gasped
as someone else raised her dress and started exploring her bare ass.  She
started squealing and squirming around, but with all of the noise and
confusion from the studio, her Husband appeared not to notice what was
going on behind him (Or so she hoped, anyway!).  Jenny certainly heard a
zip well enough from behind though, and suddenly felt the head of a very
erect cock being rubbed back and forth across her well rounded cheeks, as
her breasts were still being squeezed and fondled.

   She felt the cock stiffening further and the stroking become more
insistent, and it dawned on her what was about to happen!  Spurt after
spurt of warm cum started to splash all over her ass as the pervert
climaxed, and she could feel his hot breath on her neck.  She could not
believe what was happening.  It was all so sudden that she didn't have time
to react!  Suddenly he was replaced be another man, who was wildly bucking
his hips.  Once again she felt her ass being splashed with more cum!  The
man began began smacking his cock against her bare ass, smearing the sticky
mess all over.

   The line ahead was suddenly released and she stumbled forward into the
light, with a smiling usher standing with his hand out to guide her to her
seat.  When she saw his eyes focus on her chest, she quickly remembered
that her swollen, engorged breasts were still exposed.  Quickly she reached
down and pulled her dress back up, and allowed her breast to settle back
inside, so at least only her deep cleavage was exposed.

   Stunned, the usher took her arm in his and started to lead her down the
aisle into the bowl shaped studio, snuggling his arm up against her breast
as closely as he could.  She noticed that a spotlight was following her as
she walked, and began to blush deeply at the hush that had seemed to come
upon the studio.  The usher took her all the way down to the fourth row
back from the front of the stage.  He pointed to her seat which was right
next to her husband about twelve people or so down the row.

   She paused momentarily for the seated men to raise up and allow her to
pass in front, but they just stared back at her with grins on their faces.
Jenny felt as though every eye in the studio was on her!  Not wanting to
draw more attention to herself, she began to shuffle sideways down the row
in front of the men, which caused her ass to stick out into their faces,
and her chest to stick out in front to keep her on balance.  She glanced
down and saw that her bulging breasts still had red hand and finger marks
all over them, and her deep brown areola were starting to peek out of the
top.  Her now fully erect nipples were covered by a mere inch of material.

   Finally she worked over to her seat, and reached back to smooth her
skirt down.  She immediately realized with horror that her dress was still
raised up over her ass and stuck on a gob of cum, and that she had just
given every person in the studio behind her an extended view of her naked
cum-splashed ass wiggling all the way down the aisle and over to her seat!



   III

   After the shocking discovery of having exposed her naked, cum soaked ass
to half the studio audience, Jenny quickly yanked the back of her skirt
down, and plopped down in the seat, which caused her breasts to pop free of
her top again.  She didn't notice this however, because her attention was
riveted to the clammy feeling of all the cum starting to soak into her
beautiful dress.  Her husband noticed though, and after enjoying her
situation for a bit, he leaned over and whispered in her ear to look up by
the stage.

   Jenny then noticed several large TV monitor screens pointed toward the
audience, as well as a jumbo screen mounted above the stage.  The monitors
all seemed to show an overhead view of a large breasted, topless woman
seated amongst a group of people, who were all turned staring at her.  Then
she noticed the spotlight.  She started to raise her hands to her face and
her arms brushed against her huge nipples.  She cried out OH MY GOD!  and
yanked up her top again.  Looking up she now saw the camera providing the
audience with the overhead shot.  As she looked around the studio, she
could see 4 of the camera's strategically positioned, which she hoped were
not also following her.

   She heard her Husband chuckling softly, and followed his eyes back to
the overhead monitor.  She could feel her face burning with embarrassment
as her walk to the seat was now being replayed in slow motion, with
different camera angles being flashed.  Jenny could hear murmuring and
laughing in the audience, as eyes were flashing between the show she had
provided and where she was now seated.

   Jenny sighed with relief as the screen changed to show a middle aged,
well dressed man walking toward the stage, followed by two well dressed
young girls carrying a large clear bingo drum dispenser half filled with
tickets.  As they stepped up onto the raised platform the audience began
clapping and cheering wildly.  Jenny had a great view since their seats
were no more then 15 feet from the stage.

   The host went on to explain that this show was unlike anything done
before, and that the format was slightly different from the TV versions
that they had seen.

   "This show is intended only for mature audience's.  Anyone who has
misgivings or apprehensions about appearing on stage should leave now,
because once the show starts you will be held to the release you signed
earlier tonight.  There is no backing out once we are live!"

   Jenny briefly considered walking out, but she didn't see any one else
getting up, and she didn't want to walk that gauntlet again!  She also
didn't see any other women, which was strange, but she only glanced
quickly. Besides, what were the odds of her name being drawn!  She had
never won anything in her life.

   "Ladies and Gentleman!, Lets go live!  Ladies, please spin the drum."

   Jenny watched as the tickets started tumbling around, and then something
caught her eye.  All of the tickets were white, but occasionally she would
see a flash of bright orange.  Something made the color start draining from
her face.  She new something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on
what it was.

   Suddenly the drum stopped and the man reached in to select a ticket. 
Jenny thought it a bit strange that he appeared to be poking around a
little, before finally removing a ticket and holding it up in the air with
a dramatic flourish.  No, No, No, Jenny quietly whispered when she saw that
the ticket he selected was bright orange!  Sure enough, the host called out
her name, and asked if she was in the audience!

   Jenny was going to sit quietly and pretend she wasn't there, but her
husband popped up out of his chair and raised her right up.  The audience
went crazy and Jenny felt her husband start to push her sideways toward the
aisle.  Alarmed, she felt another pair of hands grasp her hips tightly to
move her along!  The next man who grabbed her slid her dress up slightly,
after which no holds were barred.  The rest of the way she was passed along
with her dress up to her waist, and she felt lots of gropes and pinches as
she went.  Finally, out into the aisle she shot, where the same smiling
usher caught her in stride, one hand groping a breast and the other her ass
briefly.



   IV

   Jenny quickly yanked her dress back down, and was directed towards the
stage by the usher.  Jenny could feel him wiping his hand on the back of
her dress.  She remembered about the mess and looked at the closest monitor
to see the back of her swaying hips with a dark splattering of splotchy
stains all over well rounded behind.  The material was now very clingy, and
she could feel it entering into the cleft of her ass, rather then smoothly
covering her.

   The host warmly greeted her as she climbed up on the stage and remarked
at how beautiful she looked.  He slowly paraded her around the perimeter of
the stage waving to the crowd.  They were all standing and applauding, with
many a wolf whistle thrown in!  That is everyone but the first few rows,
who Jenny realized were being treated to a birds eye view directly up her
dress!  She was led to the center of the stage, where the host sat down in
a handsome leather chair, indicating she should take the seat opposite of
him.  There was a low coffee table between the chairs, with a pitcher of
water and two glasses.

   With hardly a glance Jenny quickly sat down, glad to hide her stained
dress.  A puzzled look came across her face as it felt like she had just
sat down on an open toilet seat!  She quickly glanced down and saw only
leather, her broad hips were hiding whatever she was sitting on but she
could tell it wasn't cushioned.  She parted her legs slightly and saw that
there was an opening straight down!  Then she saw a light turn on, before
her attention was quickly brought back to the host in front of her.  What
Jenny didn't know was that all of the studio monitors featured a well lit
view of Jenny's silk covered ass protruding through the open seat from
underneath!

   "Now Jenny, the rules of this game are quite simple.  I'm going to ask
you a multiple choice question, and if you give me the correct answer you
will be awarded $1,000.  For every question you answer correctly after this
point, this money will be doubled, until you reach a million dollars or you
answer incorrectly".

   As the host was speaking, his female assistants approached Jenny's chair
and started working at something on either side of the arms.  She didn't
pay much attention until they brought her arms up from her lap to the chair
arms, and strapped them down securely!

   Noticing the alarm in her eyes, the host gave a charming smile.

   "Don't be alarmed Jenny, we know how nervous people get during the
questioning, and it gets distracting to the audience when the participants
start squirming around.  You will see that this will help you keep calm and
focused".

   He was so sweet and assuring that Jenny relaxed immediately.  One of the
girls now moved to the front of her chair and reached down behind her.  She
had stepped in between her legs, forcing them open.  She then felt a second
pair of hands opening them further apart and attaching wide straps around
her legs just under the knee's, securing them up against the insides of
both chair arms.  Meanwhile the girl in front of her pulled out a seat
belt, and proceeded to buckle her in.  She snugged the belt so tightly that
the top of her dress was forced down, and Jenny could again begin to see
her areola being exposed.  She dare not squirm around though, because she
knew any more pressure would cause both breasts to tumble out.  Jenny
silently cursed herself for her choice of dresses.

   "Now unlike the TV version, if you answer incorrectly, the game doesn't
just end.  You will have to participate in a bonus session after the
questioning.  You will be allowed to have three wrong answers before the
questioning will end.  If you reach a million dollars, you won't have to
participate in the bonus session."

   Jenny suddenly felt something pointy and metallic pressing against the
bottom of her bare thighs.  She sat bolt upright and stared straight at the
host, who calmly returning her stare, his eves never wavering.  Jenny was
relieved, because she was sure he could see right between her spread legs
if he wanted to.  The metal started to slide up, and Jenny could hear a
very faint noise, which she realized was from a pair of scissors!  Someone
was cutting open her dress!

   "Jenny, do you have any questions?"

   Startled, Jenny replied no in a quiet voice, not quite believing the fix
she had gotten into this time.

   "OK, then lets get started! -ť

   The crowd was going crazy, clapping and cheering wildly.  Jenny thought
they were just excited about the game, but actually all eyes were glued to
the monitors which showed the bottom of Jenny's dress falling apart,
exposing her ass and pussy to them!



   V

   "Jenny, your first question is: What is the scientific name for water?"

   Jenny herd a click underneath her chair, followed by a high pitched
buzzing sound.  Then she felt someone pressing up against her vaginal lips
with their fingers while something sharp buzzed across.  It dawned on her
that it was an electric shaver!  The host continued: "

   H-2-O, W-H-O, I'm sorry Jenny, did you say something?"

   "No, could you please repeat the choices?" Jenny said in a cracking
voice.

   She felt like she was burning up.  It felt surreal to be seated in front
of hundreds of people, being taped by multiple cameras, and having someone
shaving her most private area.  She tried to glance down between her legs,
but pinned as she was to the chair, she couldn't get a clear view.  She
didn't want to crane her head forward and let on anything was wrong.

   "Once again your choices are H-2-O, W-H-O or W-W-F.  Jenny, what is your
answer?"

    -śI THEEEENK!.....I'm sorry, I think that the answer is H-2-O."

   Jenny had jumped as she felt the razor reach up to her lower belly to
shave what little was remaining of her pubic hair.  She thought she caught
the host glancing down when she jumped, and now she wondered what his smile
meant.  The crowd had started chanting MORE!  MORE!  MORE!  which puzzled
her slightly.

   "Are you sure of your answer?"

    -śYes, I believe it is H-2-O -ť, she replied in a shaky voice.

   "You are Correct!  Congratulations." The music raised in volume and more
applause broke out.

   "Lets get right to the next question:"

    -śWait! -ť said Jenny,  -śI'd like to quit now! -ť

   The crowd started chanting  -śNO!  NO!  NO! -ť and the host raised his
hands to quite them down.

   "I'm sorry Jenny, but you can't end the question period until either you
answer incorrectly three times, or you win ONE MILLION DOLLARS!"

   The crowd went crazy once again, and now Jenny could feel her lips being
pulled this way and that as small touch ups were being made with the razor.
She sighed as she heard it finally switch off.

   "Now for your next question, at what temperature does water boil?, is it
186 degrees, 212 degrees or 230 degrees Fahrenheit."

   Jenny felt something cold and foamy being spread all over her pubic
area. Now she knew why this show was intended for "Adults Only!".  Jenny
had no idea what the answer was, science was never a strong subject for
her. She figured the highest temperature must be it, since they weren't far
apart anyway.

   "I am going to guess that the answer is 230 degrees."

   A murmuring started in the audience.  Jenny now figured out what the
foam was for, as she felt the unmistakable pull of a razor blade over her
pubic area.

   "Are you sure the answer is 230 degrees?" asked the host.

   "Yes, that is what I will guess".

   "I'm sorry Jenny, but that answer is incorrect.  Water boils at 212
degrees.  Currently you have answered one question correctly for $1,000,
and have used up 1 of your 3 incorrect answers.  Are you ready to
continue?"

   "My throat's a little dry, may I have a drink of water?"

   While Jenny was thirsty, she hoped that they would release her arms to
drink the water, at which point she could undo her legs and get out of this
mess.  One of the female assistants walked up to the table between their
chairs and poured a glass of water from the pitcher.  As soon as Jenny
heard the trickle of water, she remembered never having had a chance to use
the bathroom, and the urge suddenly swept over her!

   The girl came up to Jenny's side, held the glass to her lips, and tipped
the glass back.  Jenny had to struggle swallowing to keep up.  The girl
didn't stop till the glass was empty.  The stranger below had finished
shaving her, and now he was cleaning her up with a warm, damp towel.  Jenny
struggled against the impulse to pee, clenching her legs and stomach
muscles tightly.  She motioned to the girl, and whispered in her ear that
she had to use the bathroom right away.  The girl patted her arm and said
she would let them know, and left the stage.

   "All right Jenny, to continue with the questions, What female adult film
star was best known for her skills at oral sex, was it Marilyn Manson,
Barbara Bush or Linda Lovelace?".

   Jenny was shocked by the question.

   "I've never watched any of those kind of movies, I have no idea who
those people are!".

   The studio monitors now showed the camera being repositioned to a side
view showing Jenny's ass and hairless pussy sticking through the seat.  A
metal bucket was positioned directly under her on a raised stand.

   "You are free to use the studio audience as a lifeline, if you need
help," the host said.

   With that, a chorus of voices rang out, and they seemed to form into a
chant of BARBARA BUSH!, BARBARA BUSH!.  With all the lights shining on her,
Jenny could not pick out her Husband, so finally she said "I guess I will
choose Barbara Bush".

   Most of Jenny's concentration remained on fighting the urge to pee.

   Jenny was distracted by the girl coming back.  She leaned down and
whispered in her ear "They are ready for you now, you can go ahead and pee
when you are ready."

   "I can't do it here!" she said, but the girl had already turned and was
walking off.

   "I'm sorry, did you say something?" the host asked with a smile.

   "No, I'm sorry, everything's fine!" Jenny replied quickly.

   She noticed that a hush had seemed to fall across the studio once again,
and everyone seemed to be staring intently into the monitors.

   "Are you sure of your answer Jenny?"

   Jenny couldn't hold back any longer, and a dribble of pee started to
escape.  The sound of the pee dripping into the bucket startled her (a
microphone was positioned next to the metal bucket, broadcasting the noise
over the studio speakers).

   "I guess so, yes" she answered as she let loose a solid stream of pee.

   There was no stopping now as Jenny closed her eyes and felt the almost
orgasmic pleasure from the release of the built up pressure.  She just
hoped that no one else could hear it, because it seemed so loud where she
was!

   "I'm sorry Jenny, but that answer is incorrect."

   Jenny was beyond caring at the moment.  She was a bit surprised that the
audience was going crazy once again with cheering, whistling and ovations
breaking out.  She thought it was rude to be cheering a wrong answer.

   "So Jenny, tell us a little bit about yourself before we continue."

   Jenny just stared at him stupidly as the studio quieted down.

   Once again the waterfall of pee rang out loudly.  She couldn't find it
within herself to carry on a normal conversation while urinating.

   "Cats got your tongue, eh!, well thats all right Jenny, I realize you
are probably nervous so let's take a quick break."



   VI

   With that the host rose from his seat and gave her knee a quick squeeze.


   "You are doing great Jenny!  Your Husband is a very lucky man."

   He then walked away and started shaking hands with the audience.  Having
finally finished peeing, Jenny felt herself being cleaned up again with the
warm towel.

   The studio lights came up and people started to talk amongst themselves,
but no one left their seats.  All eyes were still glued to the monitors. 
Jenny was relieved to see her Husband approaching from the audience.  As
soon as he got close enough to hear, she said "Honey, I have to get out of
here!, you won't believe what is happening..."

   Before she could continue, he cut her off.

   "Jenny, I have some really bad news.  I read over that release we signed
at the door, and to make a long story short, if you don't go through with
the show, they can legally take away everything we own for damages!  Its
all on the form, our home, our cars, our bank accounts, our retirement
fund, everything!"

   The color drained from Jenny's face as she realized what she had gotten
them into.  She sat bolt upright as she felt a well lubricated finger start
circling her exposed ass.

   "Are you all right Dear?" he asked seeing her sudden shift in position.

   Her face started to color again as she felt the finger slowly press into
her ass, and work the lubricant around.  Jenny looked into her Husbands
eyes helplessly while this was happening, but couldn't bring herself to
tell him.  She felt like she was betraying him by letting herself be used
by someone else.

   "Well Honey, try to make the most of it.  I know that you are
uncomfortable, but you look fantastic and every man here wishes they were
married to you!"

   He bent over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.  Jenny sighed as
she felt the finger being replaced with a long, slim probe.  It had smooth,
even bumps along the shaft, so it popped up an inch at a time as it was
inserted, giving her a wave of pleasure with each bump.

   "My kisses don't usually have this much effect!  I can't wait for
tonight."

   He turned away and left the stage quickly before she could respond.

   Next she felt an egg shaped object being inserted into her vagina.  Due
to the position she was in and how wet she now was, it slipped right in and
was pressed up high inside.  She could feel something attached to it which
was dangling down and tickling her inner lips.  Now a third object was
pressed against her pubic mound.  It was curved to follow her contours, and
had a bump which fell right over her clitoris.  She could feel it being
held in place with a piece of tape which was pressed over her belly and
then stretched back and stuck to the top of her butt.

   The lights in the studio area were dimmed again, and the applause
started up as the host went back to his chair.

   He smiled warmly and asked "So how are you holding up Jenny, are you
getting a little stiff?"

   Jenny cleared her throat and said yes in a soft voice.

   He smiled even more broadly, "Well you're in luck because your chair is
a massager."

   He then stood up and moved around the table in front of her.  She gasped
as he reached down between her legs and pulled up a small control pad with
three wire leads attached , which led back between her legs.  As he moved
back to his chair the wires snugged up and she could feel a tugging on the
probes now inserted deep within her body!  Expressions of sudden
understanding and shock moved across her face rapidly!

   He set the control down on the table, and turned one of the knobs till
it clicked on.  She felt a slow vibration start from the egg buried deep in
her vagina.  Another click from a second knob and the front device started,
providing slow pulsation to the clitoral area.

   "How does that feel?  asked the host.

   "Very NNNNice!", stammered Jenny.

   He smiled and rotated each nob slightly, increasing the sensations from
the devices.

   "Now for the next question we will switch subjects and go to American
History.  What President is credited with freeing the slaves, was it Thomas
Edison, Abraham Lincoln or John F.  Kennedy?  He started to move a small
joystick on the control around in small circles, and she felt the probe in
her ass duplicate the movement.  A familiar tingling was stirring deep
within her groin, totally against her wishes.  The audience started to cry
out names, which soon developed into a chant of "KENNEDY!, KENNEDY!,
KENNEDY!"

   I hope they are right this time, She thought to herself.

   "I think it was Kennedy" she said in a husky voice.

   "Are you sure of your answer?  You can't afford another incorrect
choice!"

   She whimpered softly as he continued to increase the intensity of the
vibrations.  The butt plug was now shifting back and forth rapidly.  Wave
upon wave of pleasure started to build, until finally she could hold back
no more.  Her eyes squeezed shut and her arms and legs strained against
their bindings.  Her chest heaved forward, threatening to burst the seams
of her dress.

   "Yes!" she said loudly, as she experienced the most intense orgasm of
her life.  Jenny could hear the roar of the audience in her ears, but she
was beyond caring about if the answer was correct or not.  The intense
waves of pleasure slowly subsided as the host continued scaling back on the
controls, until they clicked off.

   "I'm very sorry Jenny, but that is not the correct answer.  We will have
to proceed to the punishment stage of the competition, since you now have
made three incorrect choices."



   VII

   Jenny jumped as the tape was pulled free and the vibrator was removed,
and then the egg.  She saw the girls approaching the stage carrying a high
legged bar stool with a molded back rest.  They set it down at the front of
the stage, turned and walked over to her chair.  Meanwhile Jenny gasped as
the butt plug was slowly removed, ridge by ridge.  The girls unstrapped her
arms and legs, and helped her get up from the chair.

   Jenny's legs were trembling, so the girls helped to guide her forward by
supporting her on either side.  One of the girls whispered that her butt
was showing, and Jenny quickly reached back to hold her dress together. 
Hopefully, no one in the audience noticed her brief exposure!  She had
forgotten that the pervert under her chair had cut her dress open.

   The girls brought her to the front of the stage and told her to climb up
on the stool.  This was an awkward maneuver for Jenny.  She had to stand in
front of the chair facing the audience, and then raise herself up backwards
while holding the back of her dress together.  Luckily the dress was loose
around her hips, so there was plenty of material to hold on to.  As she
sat, she gathered the skirt together under her butt, and then breathed a
sigh of relief now that she was safely covered up.

   The girls then brought her arms down to her sides, and before she
realized what was happening, they snapped handcuffs around her wrists which
were somehow attached to the back of the chair.  Next the girl walked
around to the front of the stool, and snapped together a seat belt.  As she
snugged the belt down, Jenny's hips were drawn back, causing her chest to
thrust forward.

   "I have to be honest with you Jenny", said the host.  "This is the most
popular part of our program."

   The audience went wild again.

   "You see, our audience pays a lot of money to see beautiful young women
just like you put in embarrassing situations.  For now you can relax
because all I'm going to do is ask some easy questions, OK?"

   "I guess so, go ahead" she replied quietly.

   "To start with, how tall are you?"

   "I'm about five feet, 6 inches tall."

   "Very good, and your weight?"

   "Between 120 and 130 pounds."

   "You see, this isn't so bad!  Now what is your bra size?"

   "38 D"

   Hoots and cat-calls came up from the audience, and Jenny blushed
brightly.

   "This is a bit of an odd question, but one we always ask.  How long is
your tongue?"

   "I, I have no idea, I've never measured my tongue!  Why would you want
to know something like that?"

   He turned around and held his arms up..."Gentlemen, do you like to know
how long Jenny's tongue is or not!"

   YEEEEESSSS!  The audience began clapping and chanting in unison, YES!,
YES!, YES!

   He turned around and shrugged his shoulders.

   "They want to know, what can I say!  Ladies, the ruler please!"

   One of the assistants handed him a ruler and a odd looking clamp of some
sort.

   "Now open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue as far as you can."

   Jenny did as he asked, but he shook his head and said

   "You can do a lot better then that, let me help."

   With that, She felt a clamp close on her tongue and grip it tightly. 
The clamp had a string attached that he pulled down and attached to the
front of her stool.  This caused her tongue to hang out of her mouth like a
dog, and her head to be tilted slightly down.  Her Husband had always joked
privately about how long her tongue was, and now this fact was on public
display!

   "My, that certainly is an incredible tongue.  You must find that quite
handy at times!".

   The audience roared their approval.

   "OOUUUUFFh, UUUUUFFF!", she tried to complain.

   "I like to call this our dentists chair, Jenny.  It came to me one day
when I was sitting in a dentists chair with one of those silly paper bibs
clipped around my neck."

   As he went on, one of the girls came up behind Jenny and laid a thin
white paper towel across her chest, which she clipped around her neck just
like the man said.

   "And I was always amazed at just how much saliva they had to suck out of
my mouth while they examined me.  It just seemed that the more I thought
about it, the more I would salivate."

   He walked around behind her as he talked, then reached up under the
paper towel and pulled her dress top down to her waist!

   "UUUUFFFF!"

   Jenny looked down in horror to see her barely covered bosom thrust out
towards the audience, who grew louder yet.

   "I'm going to take a 15 minute break now folks, but Jenny will be here
to entertain you!"

   He whispered in her ear "Try not to think about your mouth watering!"
and left.

   Jenny felt the saliva rapidly building in her mouth already, but with
her head tilted down she couldn't swallow it!  Unable to stop, drool
started to spill out over her lip.  She watched it run off her chin in
slimy streams, which swung down till they finally plopped onto the paper
towel covering her breasts.

   The noise from the crowd had started to build, and Jenny started to
struggle against the clamp holding her tongue.  No matter how hard she
pulled, it would not let go.  What did happen was larger amounts of goo
escaped her mouth as she struggled.  It seemed like the more saliva
escaped, the more her mouth watered!  As the towel started to get soaked,
it turned transparent and stuck closely to her breasts.  The towel was
starting to rip apart where it spanned her cleavage, and within minutes,
she started whimpering as only scraps of soaked transparent toweling
remained covering her chest!

   Her nipples were on prominent display, and trailers of saliva were
starting to hang off the bottom of her breasts.  Jenny squeezed her eyes
shut as she saw flashbulbs starting to pop in the audience.



   VIII

   "Well Jenny, you are quite a sight!"

   The host had returned, and was now standing in front giving her a good
look.  Most of the paper had dripped off her breasts, and her whole chest
was glistening under the lights.  Her nipples were fully erect, and streams
of saliva were slowly dripping off her breasts onto her lap.

   "I think it's time we removed the clamp from your tongue, and got you
cleaned up!"

   (Many groans of disappointment erupted from the audience).

   Much to her relief, the girls now approached her and released her
tongue. Even though it had gripped her securely, it was wide enough not to
pinch and make her sore.  She had been struggling against it for so long
though, it was a great relief to be able to relax her muscles and close her
mouth again.  The girls then started to wipe off her chest with small hand
towels.  They stood carefully to her side, so that the audience could
follow the action.  When they had her dry, one of the girls started to
spray her off with a squirt bottle of soapy water, which her partner
started to rub in with her bare hands, till she was was covered with suds.
Now she was rinsed off with another bottle of clear water, and then
towelled off again.

   "You look much more comfortable now.  How did everyone enjoy Jenny's
little show?" he shouted out to the audience.

   A standing ovation began, which didn't let up till the host motioned
everyone down with his hands.  Jenny was very uncomfortable, since her
breasts continued to be on prominent display.  The girls now brought up two
large glass bowls and set them on a table that they placed next to her
chair.  One was empty, and the other was full of large multi-colored rubber
bands.

   "I would like to take a few moments now to talk about a subject that is
close to my heart" said the host, as he took a stool next to Jenny.

   "I do a lot of fund raising and volunteer work for the Children's
Hospital here downtown.  Jenny, won't you join me in encouraging every
person here to contribute and help sponsor the kids who find themselves in
need of help?.

   Jenny tried to speak, but hear voice was gone with all the shocks to her
system!  She could only nod her head enthusiastically, which focused
attention briefly on her breasts, which also bobbed up and down!

   "Jenny, you truly are a very special girl!  I would like to offer
everyone in the audience one of these genuine Studio-X rubber bands for
every twenty dollar donation you make today."

   He held up the bowl and paused, but the studio had gone quite, with
nobody coming forward to take him up on his offer.

   "Maybe you don't understand fully the value of your donation.  Let me
demonstrate."

   He reached into his back pocket and drew out his wallet, and made a
dramatic show of pulling out a twenty dollar bill.  He dropped it into the
empty bowl, and picked up a rubber band.  Wrapping the band around his
hands, he grasped Jenny's left breast, and proceeded to work the band up
until it was tightly wrapped around the base of her breast!  It seemed to
take a lot of pressing and squeezing to get the band placed just right.  As
his hands left her breast, he gave her nipple a gentle tweak.  As they say,
the look alone on Jenny's stunned face was worth the price of admission!

   "Oh No!" exclaimed Jenny, as she saw a line of men start forming in
front of the stage.

   One by one they came up, each placing a donation in the collection bowl,
and then placing a band on the breast of their choice.  Some were rather
shy, but most were taking advantage of the situation and squeezing,
pulling, pinching and some even kissing and sucking on her breasts!  After
a while, her breasts began to look as tight as grapefruits sticking out
from her chest, and began to turn a vibrant shade of red.

   The line finally ended, and the host raised his hands in the air.

   "You people are truly wonderful!  Look at all the money we have raised
for the Hospital!  Give yourselves a big hand."

   More flashbulbs sparkled, as Jenny looked out at the cheering crowd. 
Her breast's felt huge, heavy and close to bursting!

   "At this time if anyone would like a souvenir from the show, please come
up and take one of these rubber bands!" As he said this he was patting the
bottom of Jenny's breast, making them bounce up and down in a captivating
motion.

   Once again a line formed, as Jenny started whimpering in her chair.  If
anything, it seemed that more attention was being placed on her breasts
this time around.  The bands were slowly removed, one at a time.  Once they
were finally gone, another celebration began in the studio.  The girls
finally came back up to her chair.  They poured a large amount of a
soothing, creamy liquid all over her breasts, and then proceeded to slowly
rub it in.  They again were careful to make sure everyone had a good view.
Even though Jenny was still mortified by her situation, she had to admit
that the lotion felt great.  When the girls had it all worked in, they
pulled her dress back up to cover her now swollen breasts as best as they
could, though they now looked almost comical being restrained so tightly.



   IX

   The girls finally released Jenny's arms from the seat, and then
unbuckled the seat belt.  Jenny wasn't anxious to get off the stool just
yet, because she remembered her dress was still split in the back.

   "Jenny, you will no doubt be glad to know that the show is finally over!
I want to personally thank you for being such a good sport.  Everyone,
please give Jenny a big hand.  I think you agree with me that a star has
been born!"

   Jenny blushed as everyone in the building stood up and applauded.  She
even saw the cameramen and backstage people walking out and joining in! 
The cheering continued so long that she finally got down off the stool and
gave a little wave and bow.  Now that the ordeal was finally over, she
started to think that maybe these people weren't so bad after all.  They
were being so nice to her now!

   "You may have forgotten, but if you will be so kind as to step through
that back curtain, you can collect your one thousand dollars in winnings."

   Jenny shook his hand, and gathered the back of her dress together as she
was lead back to the curtain.  As she stepped through, she heard a door
click shut behind her!  She turned around, and both curtains started to
open.  She found herself enclosed in a clear plastic tube, no bigger than
five feet across, and maybe eight feet high.  She was once again in full
view of the audience now that the curtains were out of the way.

   She heard the hosts familiar voice come over a speaker.

   "Did I mention Jenny, that your money is at your feet?  As soon as you
collect it, you are free to leave!" She looked down and saw a lot of bills
scattered on the floor.  Jenny was puzzled, but she started to bend over to
scoop up the money.  Just then a whirring noise started and she felt a
steady blast of air shoot through a grate in the floor.

   "OH MY GOD!" she screamed as her dress lifted up to her armpits.

   She struggled to pull the dress back down, but once she yanked, her
swollen breasts again popped free.  Her money was flying around in the air,
but she couldn't grab it without letting go of the dress!  Finally, she had
enough.  She yanked down her dress and stepped out of it completely.  Then
she started grabbing as much of the money as she could.  Of course, the
more money she managed to trap, the clearer the view of her naked body, but
she just didn't care any more.

   Suddenly the air stream shut down, and the host stepped up and opened
the door.  She stepped out into thunderous applause once again.  A lot of
the guys were bowing down towards her in a humorous way.  Jenny did a
little curtsy, to everyone's delight!  Once again the Host smiled and shook
her hand warmly.  One of his assistants stepped up and helped her into a
thick cotton robe.  He reached into his coat pocket and handed her a check.
Jenny looked at it, and saw that it was made out for ten thousand dollars
in her name!

   "Jenny, you've the best contestant we have ever had, and if you ever
want to pursue a career in entertainment, please give me a call.  We are
also going to donate all the money we collected today to the Children's
Hospital in your name."

   This time Jenny was led backstage, leaving behind her appreciative
audience.  They gave her a new change of clothes to wear, as well as a gift
certificate for $500.00 to a local dress shop to replace her ruined dress.
As she left the studio with her Husband, all sorts of crazy thoughts were
running around in her mind!



   X

   The announcement came in an official looking manila envelope delivered
by FEDEX.  It was addressed to her attention, signature required, return
receipt requested.  Puzzled, she opened the envelope, and started to read
the cover page.

   "Jenny, we again would like to take this moment to thank you for your
participation in our charity game show last month.  For your information, a
donation in your name was made to the Children's Hospital downtown in the
amount of twenty thousand dollars.  We have included a letter of thanks
from the Hospital Director of Operations, Ms.  Lynn Frank."

   Jenny's face colored at the memory of the humiliation she had undergone
only a few short weeks ago.  She appreciated the thanks, but would have
preferred to put the whole sordid experience behind her.

   "You will be pleased to know that due of the success of your show, and
continued demand for the video production of the event, we at Studio X have
decided to continue our involvement with this charity.  We have also
included a check in the amount of five thousand dollars, as a token of
appreciation for your large contribution to the success of this enterprise.
We hope that you will appreciate this gesture, as we were not contractually
obliged to provide you with any remuneration."

   Jenny flipped back to the third page, and sure enough, there was a check
made out to her from Studio X for that amount, in her name!  She couldn't
help but feel a little impressed at the gesture, and she returned to the
cover letter.

   "The next charity event being staged will be a precursor to the annual
professional bicycle road race held every Fourth of July downtown.  A large
group of local celebrities and sports figures have agreed to participate in
the race.  It will be a short, five mile course through the streets of the
city, which will be closed off for the professional race starting later in
the day.  It should be a fun event for everyone involved, including you!"

   Jenny began to shake her head.

   "No way am I getting involved with them again!" she thought to herself.
She continued to read:

   "We hope that you are as excited by this opportunity at exposure as we
are!  There will be lots of TV coverage.  All the local news departments
will have crews throughout the course.  We plan on having a mobile camera
following just your progress.  By the way, in case you still harbor some
reluctance to participate with us, I have included a copy of your signed
contract.  I have highlighted the effective dates of the agreement, which
you may notice are for a period of one year!  Perhaps you may wish to
review this document with a professional, before you make any rash
decisions!  In any case, you are going to have a great time.  We will be
supplying your racing bike and uniform."

   The letter went on to provide all the details, directions, and times for
the event.  Dejectedly, she finished reading and contemplated her plight.
She just didn't see any way out of her situation except to go ahead with
it. She showed her husband the letter after dinner that evening, but he was
no help!  He was excited about it!  Immediately, he started to debate about
where he should watch her during the race.

   Jenny became a common site to her neighbors for the next month, flying
up and down the streets on her old ten-speed.  She figured that if she had
to participate, at least she was not going to embarrass herself.  She was
proud of the shape she was in to begin with, but the extra training was
sure helping out.  Looking in the mirror, she could see and feel the
difference the training was making to her thighs and ass.  She had worked
herself up to a brisk six miles per day, so the five-mile race tomorrow
should be a breeze!

   The Fourth of July dawned bright and balmy.  Jenny rose early, and had a
high carb breakfast to help prepare for the race.  She spent an hour
stretching, took a quick shower, and dressed in shorts and a polo shirt. 
She rode with her husband downtown, and in no time found herself at the
start point of the race.  There was a buzz in the air.  TV vans were parked
along one side of the street, with their satellite dishes pointing up in
the air.  The contestant's vehicles were parked on the other side.  Jenny
pointed out one celebrity after another wandering around, all dressed in
colorful spandex outfits.  It was a gay atmosphere, with lots of warm
greetings and smiles from everyone.  She usually found this to be true
amongst volunteer groups, which is why she enjoyed participating so much.

   Her husband dropped her off with a kiss goodbye, and drove off in search
of a lot.  The streets of the course were all barricaded off, and Jenny
noticed that people were starting to mill around behind the barriers
further down, staking their claims to prime positions for the race to be
held later on.

   She heard her name called out, and saw one of the female assistants from
the game show waving her over to a shiny black panel van, with the Studio's
name printed in bold script across the door.  She trotted over to the van,
and was greeted by the girl with a big hug.  She seemed genuinely pleased
to see her.  She introduced herself as Tina.  They stepped together into
the side door of the van, and Tina pulled the door shut behind them.

   "I've got your race clothes here.  Let's get you changed now."

   Jenny turned her back to the girl, and pulled the polo shirt over her
head, draping it carefully over one of the front seats.  As she started to
unbutton her shorts, she felt Tina unhooking her sturdy bra.  Seeing
Jenny's head snap around, she quickly said, "No one wears underwear under
these things.  They're way too tight!  You'd look silly, trust me!"

   Jenny shrugged her shoulders forward, allowing the bra to fall away from
her heavy breasts.  She draped it over the shirt, and continued removing
her shorts.  Tina handed her a shiny black bodysuit.  It was a mere slip of
material!  Jenny hooked her fingers under her white cotton panties, and
slipped them off, adding them to the pile of her discarded clothing.  The
bodysuit was fastened with a zipper up the front, so she pulled it down and
stepped into the suit, drawing it up over her shapely hips.  There was only
a tiny string of material running down between her legs, and up between the
round globes of her butt!

   Noticing her distress, Tina gave a chuckle from behind.

   "Don't worry Jenny!  I wouldn't make you go out in just that suit!  We
have a pair of regular bike shorts for you to put on.  Now hurry up and get
dressed!"

   She certainly thought to herself that it was a shame though, because she
had one outstanding ass!

   Jenny stretched the material up her torso, and drew the straps up over
her arms.  The thin string was drawn up tightly between her vulva, offering
her no coverage at all!  Her face colored as she felt her clitoris
responding to the stimulation against her will.  She grasped the tiny
tongue of the zipper, which began at her bellybutton.  It slid upwards
smoothly, until reaching her pendulous breasts.  Gathering the material
above the zipper with her left hand, she carefully forced the zipper up
with her right, till it reached the top.

   Looking down, she breathed a small sigh of relief.  Though a
considerable amount of cleavage was exposed, she was well enough covered to
at least be somewhat respectable.  The material was so tight over her
breasts, that her normally prominent nipples were somewhat disguised.  The
straps of the suit were wide and sturdy, though the sides were cut to
plunge down, exposing some of the swell of her abundant breasts out the
sides.  Studio X was again scripted across the front of the suit in white
letters, but was now ridiculously distorted.

   Tina now handed her a pair of black Lycra shorts.  They hugged her
curves tightly as she pulled them up over her hips.  They were all one
piece, with no snaps or ties at the waist (being so tight, none were
needed!).  They were certainly designed for a woman, as there was a small
zipper running between the legs over her crotch, in case she needed to use
the bathroom.  They fit like a second skin.  She was glad that when seated
on the bike, at least all of her private mounds and folds would be hidden,
because they were sure on view now!

   Next she slipped on some white cotton booties over her feet, and
strapped on a pair of stiff black nylon racing shoes which Tina handed her.
They fit perfectly, to her amazement.  They must have kept all of her sizes
from the show.  When she stood up, the soles of the shoes felt strange,
like something was stuck on the bottom.  Tina handed her a black racing
helmet to complete the outfit, and stepped out of the van.

   Jenny followed her lead down the street, weaving between all the other
riders gathered around in their little groups.  She blushed as she heard
some "appreciative" comments directed her way as she hurried along under
the bright sun.  She plopped the helmet on her head, and folded her arms
across her bosom as she bounced along behind Tina.  They approached the
staging area for the race, where all of the bikes were hung on individual
stands all in a row.  Jenny could feel her heart rate increasing as the
actuality of the race drew nearer.  They approached a dark haired man
fiddling with one of the bikes.  He looked around as they approached, and
gave a big grin.  Jenny immediately recognized Jim, the host of the game
show!  He gave her a warm peck on the cheek, as he grasped her hands in
his.

   "It's so nice to see you again Jenny!" he said, grinning ear to ear. 
"Let's get you fitted on the bike!"

   He was dressed all in black, just like her.  His shirt had the same logo
across the front, and he was also wearing biker shorts.  He swung the bike
easily off the rack, and set it down in front of her.  An announcement
called out that the race would be starting in twelve minutes.  The other
racers started to file towards their respective bikes all around.

   The bike had a very sleek appearance, shiny black to coordinate with her
outfit.  It was quite different from her bike at home.  It had a man's
style frame, with one of the new style split racing saddles.  The
handlebars were looped down in the front, no doubt to keep her streamlined.
She swung her right leg up over the bar to straddle the bike, feeling the
top bar of the frame barely brushing against her crotch.  She leaned
forward and grasped the handlebars.

   Jim grabbed hold of the bike by the seat post and handlebars to hold it
steady.

   "Step up on the pedals Jenny.  I'll hold the bike for you."

   She looked down, and raised her right foot onto the pedal.  Jim reached
down and took hold of her foot, firmly twisting it down and forward.  Jenny
felt the shoe lock into some sort of mechanism.  It was now firmly attached
onto the pedal.

   "These are called toe clips.  All the racers use them.  They allow you
to use the power of your legs both on the up stroke as well as the down
stroke, -ť he said, as he helped guide her other foot into place.  "This
bike is an automatic, so you don't have to worry about shifting gears."

   "O.K., let's get that seat adjusted.  Stand up on the pedal with your
knee slightly bent."

   She felt him flip a lever on the seat post, and he raised the seat up to
press snugly between her legs.  Jenny found this seat immediately more
comfortable than her's at home, as she settled down on it.  Instead of her
crotch grinding against stiff leather, her weight was directed outward,
against the inside of her legs and the cheeks of her butt.  Her crotch was
free of pressure in the split of the seat.

   He snapped the lever back down, locking the seat firmly in place.  Tina
held out black gloves for Jenny to slip on.  The palms were thick and
cushioned, and the tops were an open mesh weave.  The fingers were all cut
off.  She cinched them firmly in place, closing the wrists securely with
velcro straps.  Jenny again grasped the handlebars, and Tina tied another
strap off underneath each hand, locking them to the grips.  Meanwhile, Jim
loosened the handlebar post with a ratchet, and lowered the bar, extending
her upper torso forward and down, with her ass sticking proudly up in the
air.

   Supporting her from both sides, Jim and Tina rolled her over towards the
front of the pack at the starting line.  There were maybe 20 other groups
in all.  She didn't notice any other women bikers, as they rolled up to the
front.  She did notice herself being checked out as she passed by though.

   "Welcome to the Children's Hospital celebrity challenge race
two-thousand one!" announced a local TV newscaster with a bullhorn,
speaking from a podium next to the start-finish line.  "I want to thank all
the celebrity's for responding to our invitations.  This is our biggest
turn-out to date!"

   ZZZZZZippp!  The color drained from Jenny's face as she felt the zipper
of her racing shorts suddenly yanked open!  The slick, tight material of
the shorts gapped open, exposing her silky genitals to view from behind!

   "Today's course will follow the Main Street loop, turn around on
Beaumont Street, and end back here at Freemont Park," the announcer
continued.

   Jenny instinctively went to pull her hand back, but of course found them
securely strapped to the front handlebars!  She bent her elbow outwards,
and peered back between her left arm and straining breasts.  Horrified, she
watched as Jim pulled a large, obscene looking dildo from a belly-bag at
his waste.  It was fluorescent pink in color, and shaped like the real
thing, with a prominent crown, and thick veins snaking down to the base,
from which he held it in his right hand!  With his other hand he squeezed
out a glob of thick, clear lube on top.  He then stroked it back and forth,
working the lube all over!  Looking up and catching her eye, he gave her a
sly wink.

   "Oh, no!" whispered Jenny, as she saw others around them following the
action, with shocked expressions on their faces!

   She snapped her head back forward, staring straight ahead down the road.
Her face burned, as she felt the inevitable slowly begin!

   "Racers, on your mark!" yelled the starter.

   Jim forced the head of the cock through the split in the seat, and she
jerked forward as he forcefully inserted it deep within her vagina!  She
heard a snap as he locked the base of the cock into a special bracket
affixed to the bottom of the saddle.

   "Get-set!..........GO!"

   Both Jim and Tina grabbed a cheek of Jenny's ass, and thrust her
forward. Jenny lifted up off the seat, exposing half of the impaled phallus
to the riders behind.  She realized the situation, and seeing no other way
out, settled back down carefully, with the tip of the crown now tickling
her womb deep within.

   She started pedaling away furiously, surging ahead of the pack.  She
could feel the shaft flexing back and forth deep in her vagina, as her hips
rocked side to side.  She peeked behind as she went around the first corner
and saw the pack catch right back up to her easily.  They were obviously
much stronger than she was, but no one was making an effort to pass!  They
kept trading positions closely behind, treating themselves to the
spectacle! She slowed down, but they still hung back, enjoying her
predicament.  Not looking at the road ahead, she ran over a manhole cover,
jarring her unexpectedly.  Her heavy bosom heaved against the front of the
bodysuit, causing the zipper mechanism to snap out of the teeth on the
opposite side.  She felt a draft suddenly pass between her breasts and
glanced down, seeing the thin material suddenly gaping open.  The tiny
nylon zipper was no match against the weight of her heavy breast straining
to burst free!

   She picked up the pace, now simply wanting to escape the nightmare as
quickly as possible.  Slowly, tooth by tooth, the zipper continued to open
as her breasts swayed side to side.  No one behind her could see the
situation, but the crowd in front was being treated to quite a view! 
Suddenly the black Studio X van passed the group on her left and pulled out
in front.  Jenny moaned as she saw the back doors open, and a TV camera
mounted on the inside tracked her progress!

   The rest of the race passed in a blur.  Finally the van pulled over to
the side of the road, allowing Jenny to see the finish line ahead, rapidly
approaching.  There was a large group of people all circled around,
cheering her on.  Her breasts were now swaying completely in and out of
view, as the front of the suit was now fully unzipped.  There was nothing
she could do about it though, as she crossed the line to a huge cheer from
the crowd.

   Jim and Tina jogged out to catch her, and she squeezed the brakes to
come to a sudden stop.  They wheeled her through the crowd that had
gathered towards the podium.  It then dawned on Jenny that she had won the
damned race!  She felt hands groping her as she passed through the thick
knot of people, helpless to resist, since she was still strapped to the
bike!

   They broke free of the gallery to an open area in front of the podium.
There were several police officers holding the crowd back about ten feet of
so from the front.  She now faced a short flight of steps leading up to the
raised platform, where the mayor and the director of the hospital were
waiting to congratulate her on the victory!  Jim reached down and began to
break her shoes free from the pedals, as Tina unstrapped her hands from the
front bars.  Wincing, she slowly pulled herself forward off the dildo, till
it popped free, springing back into its former position, glistening in the
late morning sunshine as it stood up proudly upright from the saddle!

   Jenny reached behind to her butt and grasped the tongue of the small
zipper.  Jim had pulled it up beyond the stops though, and she couldn't
work it back down despite her struggles.  She felt a breeze fall against
her sweat dampened breasts, and quickly realized they were now bare in full
view of the crowd and TV cameras!  She gathered the sides of the thin
material in her hands, and stretched it quickly back in place, clutching it
together in her right hand.

   She waddled up the steps as carefully as possible, keeping her legs
tightly together.  Both the mayor and director embraced her, as cameras
captured the moment for posterity.  She looked down from the platform, only
to see her husband, flanked by Jim and Tina, leading the applause in front
of the stage.  Her husband blew her a kiss.  Needless to say, the networks
are currently planning expanded coverage of all future celebrity charity
events!  We'll keep you posted.



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   Jenny In The Land of Happy Smiles by Torquemada

   "Miss Jenny?  I am so glad you could make it.  I am Matthew Wiggins. 
How do you do?"

   "Fine, thanks.  Now about this job as your assistant --?"

   Jenny was relieved that she had finally found work, even if it was just
as a teacher's assistant.  If she didn't make any money soon, she and
Ashley would never be able to leave Japan.

   It was meant to be the perfect holiday, and it was, at least for the
first week.  Well, almost.  True, Ashley had by mistake sent her into the
men's bath, and accidentally locked the door behind her,

   "But that was just bad luck", Jenny told herself.

   And then there was that time when they were going to a festival, and
Ashley had insisted that they wore traditional kimonos.

   "That was fun" thought Jenny "But I'm sure Ashley got her traditions
mixed up.  Nowhere does it say that you have to be nude underneath your
kimono, or it's a grave insult to the Gods.  Not that the kimono stayed on
long enough for anyone to be insulted by my underwear or lack thereof."

   And the day after that they rode on a crowded commuter train, and they
both got all their clothes torn off.  They couldn't move or stop the roving
hands of all the men in suits, who suddenly didn't behave very polite at
all.  They kept on smiling all the time, though --

   There was the incident when Jenny dressed up as a female sumo-wrestler,
in a thong loincloth.  Then there was the scandal when the picture from a
security camera monitoring Jenny's changing booth in a high-fashion store
in Shibuya mysteriously appeared on the giant high-definition screen on the
outside of the building.

   Ashley swore that she would have a word with the manager, since she had
got to know him the day before.  The store in question sold a lot of
underwear that day, but for some reason the customers were all male --

   Well, apart from these little mishaps, everything was wonderful.  But
last week Ashley told Jenny that they were out of money.  They hadn't been
keeping track of how much they spent, she said.  The hotel was paid for
another week, but not the return ticket, so they would have to raise the
money somehow.

   "I have called your husband's office" said Ashley "and they say he's on
a business trip, and they can't get in touch with him.  As for the Embassy,
they refuse to pay for any more wayward tourists."

   So here she was, late in the evening, in front of a Japanese cram
school. It looked like an ordinary office building and the young and
handsome American in front of her didn't look like a teacher either, even
though he was wearing tweed.

   Still, she should thank her lucky star.  It was not like she had a lot
of marketable skills.  At first, Ashley had wanted her to make big dollars
as a "bar hostess", but Jenny had an idea of what that would entail, and
absolutely refused.

   "Well, shall we go?  The class is waiting for us."

   "Sure" answered Jenny as they walked past signs advertising all sorts of
classes, from cooking and calligraphy to martial arts and flower arranging.


   "Eh, you wouldn't happen to be an aerobics teacher, would you?"

   "Certainly not.  Do I look like it?"

   "A little.  No wait let me guess you're an arts teacher in need of a
model.  No, a swimming instructor, and you need someone in a tiny swimsuit
to --"

   "Ha, ha!  Nothing that fancy I'm just teaching high school kids to speak
English.  Why would you think I was an arts teacher?"

   "Well, the way things usually work out for me --But never mind, sir, why
do you need an assistant?"

   "Some of my kids are really dense.  No offence, they are all trying
very, very hard, but they still can't grasp basic English.  To Japanese
kids, getting into a good university is the most important thing in the
world, and that's why they are here in cram school.  I have found that most
humans learn better if they don't just use books and paper.  We need to
play with words, use them in everyday situations.  It's the difference
between holding an orange and looking at the picture of an orange.  That is
where you come in.  Say for example that I want to teach a kid to say "How
do you do".  I instruct him, he says "How do you do" and shakes your hand.
This way he will associate shaking hands with that particular phrase, and
remember it that much better."

   Jenny was very impressed.  This was clearly a dedicated teacher who knew
what he was talking about.  She would be proud to help him, and she would
shake her hand until it dropped if need be!

   They entered the classroom.  It was constructed like an anatomical
theatre, with half-circles of desks rising from the lowest point in the
room, where the teacher's big desk stood.  About forty boys and young men,
still dressed in dark-blue school uniforms with shiny buttons, sat around
the room, reading or chatting with their friends.  The desks didn't connect
with each other, and they had full fronts, like a teacher's desk.  These,
in combination with the uniforms, made Jenny think that she was looking up
at room full of military judges.  She giggled at the thought.

   "Good morning class" said Mr Wiggins.  They responded with an incoherent
murmur.

   "This is Jenny, my new assistant.  I hope you will get along well."

   A boy in the front row, the sign on his desk indicated that his name was
Satoru, rose and turned towards his fellow students to translate for the
ones who didn't understand.  One or two of them laughed quietly or made
rude noises, but they were quickly subdued by their comrades.

   "Right, let's begin.  Jenny, if you would be so kind as to climb onto
the desk?"

   Jenny felt a chill run down her spine.  "What, why, I mean is that
really necessary?"

   "Otherwise everyone won't see what you are doing, my dear.  Here, let me
help you."

   Mr Wiggins took hold of Jenny's hand.  "I think it would be wise if you
took off your high heels, Jenny, or you might trip and injure yourself up
there."

   "OK" said Jenny and kicked of her shoes, with a bad feeling building in
her gut.  It was just shoes, but it never ended with shoes, did it?

   The students paid close attention to Jenny's high heels as they flied
across the room.  One of them landed near a boy at the back, who, unseen to
Jenny, eased it closer to his desk with the tip of his own shoe.  After
having thanked Buddha for smiling upon him, he bent down, took a deep
breath of the smelly shoe, and started to caress his new treasure.

   "Jenny WALKS" said Mr Wiggins, and gestured for Jenny to start walking.

   Jenny was aware of the fact that she was only wearing a light, yellow
summer dress, that only reached her knees, and as she walked back and forth
across the desk, it showed of her tanned legs to great advantage.

   "Jenny walks SLOWLY"

   "Jenny walks FAST"

   "Jenny JUMPS"

   As Jenny started jumping, fearing that she would break the desk, all the
students, and Mr Wiggins, watched her chest.  Her magnificent breasts shook
and quivered.  Mr Wiggins was thinking hard (and getting hard).  Was there
any way of making her jump in slow motion?

   Jenny's DD-melons rolled around under her dress, and she was starting to
sweat.

   "Surely the students have grasped the concept of jumping by now" she
thought.

   Mr Wiggins was also starting to sweat.  He would have to thank his old
friend Ashley for bringing in this sweet pea.  It had cost him, but the
students would pay him for this, and he would profit in the end.  She was
more gullible than any of his former assistants.  The lengths he would go
to tonight --

   Jenny's dress was getting wet with sweat, and her breasts threatened to
jump out of her bra.

   "Mr Wiggins, I don't think I can keep this up much longer"

   "Just a little longer, my dear.  Satoru is having some trouble making
them understand"

   Satoru was looking at the "teacher" with contempt.  Everyone in the room
understood what was being said.  They were meant to be learning Business
English, and that monkey couldn't even speak fifty words of Japanese!  They
had threatened to go to the management and have him fired, but then he had
turned out to be a hidden pearl.  He had suggested that he would find other
reasons for them to attend his classes.  And he had -- True, it was a waste
of precious study hours, but you were only young once.  Satoru pressed the
record button on his compact video camera, that looked just like a time
manager.  It looked that way because it had been designed for perverts like
him.  Satoru was proud of his country's technological achievements.

   One of Jenny's shoulder straps was slowly sliding down.  She hadn't
noticed yet.

   Satoru kept on "translating".  Jenny didn't even know fifty words of
Japanese.

   "I think her tits are D-cups" he stated in an even, steady voice.

   "No way, they are C-cups at most" answered Takeru, another of the boys,
without even smirking.

   "They are magnificent" cried Chima.  " I want to rub my head between
them until I suffocate and die of happiness!"

   Satoru looked sternly at Chima.  If he raved like that, even a dimwit
such as this would get suspicious.

   "Right, you can stop jumping, Jenny" said Mr Wiggins, as he gave up on
her shoulder strap.

   "Listen up, everyone!  Jenny is wearing a DRESS!" Mr Wiggins pointed at
Jenny's dress, and Jenny took hold of it and did a little twirl.

   "Jenny's dress is LONG" said Mr Wiggins.  "It is?" thought Jenny.

   Mr Wiggins indicated with his hands on her legs that her dress was long.

   "Jenny's dress is SHORT" said Mr Wiggins.  Jenny blushed twenty shades
of crimson as she realised what was expected of her.  She raised the shirt
an inch or two, and her shapely thighs came into view.

   "Jenny's dress is even SHORTER"

   "Jenny's dress is a now a MINI-SKIRT"

   "Jenny's mini-skirt is very TIGHT"

   "They can almost see my panties now" thought Jenny, as she stood with
her hands on her hips, pressing back the fabric to give the impression of a
very tight mini-skirt.

   Her white panties were indeed showing, and those high in the room envied
the lucky bastards on the front row.  But front row tickets cost money, and
not all had rich parents.

   Mr Wiggins sighed.

   "One of the boys have misunderstood the whole thing, Jenny.  He thinks
we have been talking about your legs all the time, not your dress.  Satoru
can't make him understand.  I hate to think of him, failing his English
tests, never getting a career.  He really has no future at all if he can't
learn English."

   "Oh no!" exclaimed Jenny "Isn't there anything we can do?"

   "Well, I believe in learning with all the five senses, and that includes
sense and smell.  Maybe if he could smell and touch your dress?"

   "I can't do that.  I'm married."

   "Oh, you wouldn't be in the dress.  We must make the distinction between
you and the dress absolutely clear in his mind.  You must strip off your
dress and hand it to him."

   "What!  No way!!  I am not getting naked in front of a lot of boys
again. Enough is enough!"

   "Please, Jenny, this is Japan.  Nakedness is not a shameful thing here.
These boys are here to study, not to ogle you.  Please believe me.  We need
your help here."

   "Stone faces" said Satoru in Japanese, in his sternest voice.  "If
anyone as much as leers, the show stops".

   Jenny raised her hands to her shoulder straps.  Slowly, she eased them
of her shoulders.  Statues with cold eyes stared at her.  The upper swell
of her breasts, raised to a comfy shelf by a white push-up bra (picked out
by Ashley), came into view.  Her flat stomach, her cute, little, suckable
navel, and finally, the big attraction, her panties, hugging her hips and
pressing tight against her sex.  Jenny's dress landed in a heap at her
feet.

   Barely noticeable to anyone, the right shoulder of one of the students
began to move in a steady motion, up and down, up and down.

   "Very good" said Mr Wiggins as soon as he had regained his voice, and
handed the dress to one of the students.  Over the next 30 minutes, it
would pass through many hands, all eager to explore the mysterious garment,
and learn the proper way to say "Dress".

   "Would you like to help me with the next bit too, Jenny?  Can you
describe what you are wearing to the boys?"

   "Well, I'm wearing a bra and panties.  That's it."

   "Jenny, you will have to speak more slowly, and articulate better in
order for them to understand.  Also, indicate with your hands what you are
speaking about."

   "I am wearing a bra" Said Jenny slowly, pointing with both hands at her
breasts.

   "Much better.  But could you try emphasising the word "bra" a little bit
more?  Perhaps baby talk would be the best thing.  Babies learn that way,
so we know that the method works.  Also, try to describe the garment in
greater detail.  And lean over so everyone gets a good look at the bra."

   "This" said Jenny in an inane sing-song voice "is my BRA!"

   She made a big gesture towards her chest and leaned forward.  Her
cleavage was on display for the boys to gawk at.  They had lost their
stone-faces by now, and the sound of dripping saliva could be heard
throughout the room.  Two minutes later that was not the only thing
dripping.  The student's shoulder stopped moving.

   "My BRA has cups" Jenny sang.

   She was doing this for the students, she told herself.  For their
future. On the inside, she was screaming.  On the outside, her hands lifted
her cups to present her breasts to the audience.

   "My BRA is meant to keep my BREASTS in place" Jenny crooned, grabbing
hold of the sides of her bra, shaking her breasts, demonstrating that there
might be a real danger of them falling out, had the bra not been a sturdy
one.

   "Really now" frowned Mr Wiggins.  "Now he can't separate your bra from
your breasts."

   Jenny didn't argue anymore.  She unsnapped her bra, lowered it and
handed it to the students.

   "They certainly are using all their senses" she thought.  "Mr Wiggins
wasn't lying to me.  That one is even sniffing my bra."

   Jenny's mighty DD-breasts protruded proudly from her chest, free of
support or hindrance.  Her nipples were already erect from the awkward
situation.  Jenny could see the students' eyes riveting back and forth,
trying to capture every movement of her gazongas.

   Jenny was getting with the program.

   "These are my PANTIES"

   "Please demonstrate what a thong panty is" said Mr Wiggins.

   "This is a THONG PANTY" sang Jenny, turned around and wedged her panties
into a thong, exposing her round, firm ass cheeks.

   "You know, Jenny, that kid --"

   Jenny sighed and lowered her panties, showing of her bush to the boys.
"There!  Nothing more to fear" she thought.

   "And now" grinned Mr Wiggins "it is time for the anatomy lesson!"

   Soon, Jenny found herself bent over, talking about her ASS, her BUTT,
her BUM.

   "I think you are only doing this to embarrass me, Mr Wiggins" said Jenny
with her curvaceous ass high in the air, her voice coming from the same
level as her feet.

   "Quite the contrary.  I am trying to avoid embarrassment.  Which would
you say are the most embarrassing words in the English language?"

   "Well, the ones you are making me say right now" Jenny answered, spread
her legs and presented her PUSSY to the entranced boys, not failing to
mention that it was also called a CUNT.

   "Quite so.  These boys are going abroad one day.  Wouldn't it be the
height of embarrassment if they mentioned any of these words by mistake. 
Did you know that the words for "thank you" and "ass" are almost the same
in French?  We must ensure that they make no such blunders.  You, Jenny,
are helping others avoid embarrassment!"

   Jenny swallowed the lie whole.  It was, after all, something she could
easily identify with.  She would have felt proud if she hadn't felt so
ashamed.  She lifted up her BREASTS for inspection, her TITS, her  -- "It
is incredible how many names they have" thought Jenny.

   Nobody seemed to be in a rush.  They even asked her to repeat herself.

   "I am most sorry, Jenny, but some of the boys are so thick.  I am afraid
we will have to resort to the sense of touch.  If you would just walk up to
each boy's desk in turn, turn around, bend over and tell him to touch your
ASS, I think they will get it."

   Jenny resigned herself to a cruel fate and walked up to the nearest
desk. (But the sullen posture didn't stop her pretty tits from bouncing)
She turned around, bent over and said :

   "Would you please touch my ASS!  No!  That is not my ASS!  Get your
hands off my TITS!  Do something, Mr Wiggins!  Ah, that's not my ASS
either! How stupid can you boys get?  Get your fingers out of there!  Mr
Wiggins!!!!"

   "Guide his hands, my dear."

   "There, that is my ASS!  Now do you feel it?  Now do you understand? 
(SMACK!!  ) I said feel it, not spank it!  Ouch!  Ouch!  Ouch!  "

   Five minutes later the boy let go, falling exhausted and spent on his
desk.  Jenny turned to the second desk.  It would be a long night --

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   "There, all done, Mr Wiggins" said a bruised and battered Jenny.

   "Very good, Jenny, now do BUTT"

   "But, but, but --"

   "Excellent!"

   "But I just did!  "

   "No, you did ASS.  They must learn all the words.  Our studious friend
at the first desk seems to have recovered.  Hop to it, Jenny!  When you are
done with BUTT, start on TITS."

   "This is not happening.  I am dreaming.  Lalahlah, I am a little fairy,
and I am lost deep in the woods!"

   "We seem to be losing her.  Oh well, we aren't really after her mind
anyway, are we?  "

   At long last, it was over.  Happy students filed by Mr Wiggins,
depositing large wads of Yen on his desk.  Jenny's clothes seemed to have
gone missing, and would no doubt sell at a high price at school tomorrow.
Mr Wiggins counted the cash, setting Ashley's 25 % aside.  Jenny was slowly
coming to her senses.

   Ten minutes after the boys had marched out, an all-girls class filed in.
Mr Wiggins stared transfixed at their pretty sailor uniforms, their shiny
black hair, their short skirts and their budding breasts.  He had dreamt of
the day when he would manage to talk one out of her clothes.  No such luck.
The best he could hope for was a panty flash.  He took what he could get.
The girls didn't even have to put on an act.  They knew why they were here.

   "I don't think I will need you for this class, Jenny" said Mr Wiggins in
a hoarse voice.

   "Oh, please let her stay" said one of the girls in a deceptively sweet
tone of voice.  The others burst into a giggling that just wouldn't stop.
"I am sure we will find something for her to do".

   "Now, Mr Wiggins, some of us are still not quite sure of the difference
between a COCK-HEAD and a FORESKIN.  We would be most happy if you could
show us, ignorant little girls that we are, oh great and venerable sensei,
sir!"

   The girls screamed with laughter and settled down for the show.  Mr
Wiggins smiled and started to unbutton his trousers.  If he was lucky, they
would let him come.  They usually did, if they weren't in a cruel mood. 
Still, the customer called the shots.  He really needed to come, the way
Jenny had exposed herself to him earlier.

   Jenny sat in a corner, blocking out the outside world.  It had happened
again.  What did she have to do to keep her clothes on.  Move to Antarctica
and dress in medieval suit of armour?  It wouldn't help.  The plating would
probably fall of just as a satellite made a sweep of the ground, or a horny
penguin would force her to put on a stripshow.

   Jenny's only comfort was that less than a hundred people had seen her
humiliation this time.

   "I am lucky" she thought " that it wasn't televised or anything.  That's
Jenny-luck for you.  At least I can still go outdoors without everyone
pointing their finger at me, the way they do in my hometown."

   Satoru pressed the rewind-button for the tenth time.  There on the
screen was Jenny, bending over, letting herself be fondled, spanked and
groped.  Made to strip and to talk in an inane baby-language.  Satoru
pressed play and kept stroking his penis.  He had come three times already
and showed no signs of going soft.

   "This is simply too good (Groan) to keep to myself.  I will have to talk
to my uncle over at the cable network.  He would pay good money for this
kind of entertainment.  (Wheeze) That's it baby, lean over!!  Maybe he
could even find a spot for her on one of those perverted strip shows he
casts.  Oh yeah, I can see her playing Strip Rock Scissors Paper.  She
would be sooo embarrassed.  Oh, those pleading, stupid eyes --(SPURT! 
SPURT!  )"

   Ashley leaned back in her chair and let the automatic vibration perform
it's magic.  The chair buzzed under her, and she extended a freshly
manicured hand to the side table.  This would be her fifth drink this hour,
and the hotel charged a fortune for them, but with Jenny paying the bills,
that was no concern of hers.

   "Maybe I should order some Japanese cuisine?" she mused.  (Like all
naughty boys and girls, Ashley loved the sound of her own voice)

   "Perhaps a massage.  But when I would have to put some clothes on.  Or
maybe not.  Let them gawk."

   She giggled, slightly drunk, and pressed a button on the wall.  Living
in a first class hotel had its perks.  "But first there's the matter of a
little phone call"

   Ashley dialled the number, taking great care not to damage her nails.

   "Hello!"

   "Yes, it's me"

   "She's not in right now.  Don't worry, I'll tell your wife you love her.
I'll even kiss her goodnight if you want me to?  Not!  We are having a
great time.  The natives can't get enough of Jenny.  I dare say she is
promoting inter-cultural relations right now.  Money?  Oh, don't worry
about that.  We have heaps of it.  We might even extend our visit.  Oh, I
know that you miss her, but she is having the time of her life.  Look, I'll
mail you a nice photo or video of her, that way you won't feel so lonely in
bed.  Yes, she is still having accidents.  No, even worse.  I'll tell you
all about it later, I think my massage is her.  Bye!"

   Ashley listened as the masseur dropped his equipment in surprise behind
her.  Music to her ears.  A nice massage would put her in the perfect mood
to think up something new for Jenny.  There were so many possibilities --

   "It is karma" whispered Ashley "I send it out, and it comes back to
Jenny.  A perfect circle of joy and humiliation."



  
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   Volunteer Jenny Helps The Circus by Capstick

   Jenny was so excited!  She had always loved the circus since she was a
small child, and never failed to go whenever it came to town.  She was now
on the Children's Hospital mailing list because of the large contribution
she made from her game show nightmare.  She learned early that the circus
was looking for volunteers this year, and that the salaries earned would
benefit the hospital, along with a portion of the proceeds of the circus.

   Jenny arrived at the tent entrance promptly at eight on the day listed
in the newsletter.  She was directed behind the tent, where all of the
trailers were parked.  The office trailer was right in front, as promised.
There was a line of people in front of the door.  Everybody seemed to share
her excitement.

   The line moved quickly, and in no time she found herself facing a
heavyweight man with bushy eyebrows, eyeing her over a lit cigar.  He
wagged it, doing a credible impression of Groucho Marks.

   "Please tell me that you're here to volunteer, am I right or just
dreaming?"

   "Oh yes!  I saw the write-up in the newsletter, and thought that it
would be a blast.  I was thinking maybe I could take tickets, or work a
concession booth.  Whatever I could do for the kids!" said Jenny.

   "With your looks!  Waste you on tickets!  You think I'm that stupid! 
I'm thinking big top, main floor, feature attraction!"

   He stood up and made extravagant arm gestures as he spoke.

   "You're going to be a feature attraction!  People will love you!  No,
they will worship you!"

   Her jaw dropped.  "I don't have an act or anything.  I would be lost.  I
wouldn't have the first idea about what to do!" said a flabbergasted Jenny.

   "Leave that to us!" answered the man in a booming voice.

   He threw his arms up in the air.

   "We are experts at this!  Bright lights, sold out shows, newspapers,
television, we have it all.  He was pacing back and forth like a caged
animal.  His energy and excitement started to rub off on her.

   "Quick, sign here!"

   He thrust a pen at her, and pointed to the bottom of a contract that he
pulled from the drawer.

   "We need to hurry!  Show starts in an hour!"

   She quickly scribbled her name at the bottom, having no chance to read
the small type.  He draped a big arm over her shoulder, and hustled her out
the door and over to the back entrance of the huge main tent.

   "Sonya, where are you!" He shouted, as he swept Jenny inside.  "I found
just the girl you were hoping for!

   A dark skinned, middle-aged lady burst into the room.

   "Vat do you vant now!  Don't you know show starts --"

   She paused as she noticed Jenny standing there.

   "Let me introduce Jenny," he said, giving a graceful bow.

   She smiled, clasped her hands together and said, "Al, you old devil you!
Ver did you find such beautiful woman!"

   She walked up and gave him a loud kiss on both cheeks, and grasped
Jenny's hand.

   "Come along dear, ve must hurry, the peasants are arriving for za show!
-ť

   She swiftly led her back into the tent, and down a narrow hall.  She was
dressed in a long flowing dress with a colorful floral print.  She seemed
to float ahead effortlessly.  She had dark wavy hair, which hung down to
her narrow waist.  She wore a scarf as a kind of hat, tied back behind her
head.  She looked very exotic and mysterious.

   Jenny was swept along into a small dressing room, adorned only with a
vanity and mirror, along with two chairs.  There was a large make-up kit
open on the vanity, along with brushes and sprays.

   "Get undressed quickly, we need to get you into your costume!"

   Flustered, Jenny started to unbutton her blouse.

   "I told the man that I've never done anything like this before.  I can't
sing or dance and I have had problems with being kinda clumsy in the past.
My friends are always making fun of me!"

   She draped her blouse over the back of the chair, kicked off her
sandals, and wiggled out of her tight jeans, glad she had chosen to wear
modest underwear today.

   Sonya opened a closet door revealing dozens of colorful costumes hung
neatly on a horizontal bar.  She quickly thumbed through them, and selected
a bright orange and black garment, which she slipped off the hanger.  She
turned back to Jenny.

   "Zis is a body stocking dear.  The undervear has to go!"

   Seeing Jenny's look of shock, she said "Don't vurry dear, you vill be
covered head to toe.  Now, let's get your face on.  Have a seat."

   Jenny was amazed at how quickly Sonya transformed her looks.  In no time
at all, her eyes were highlighted with bright colors, and whiskers had been
drawn across her cheeks.  Her full lips had been made even more prominent
with ruby red lipstick and highlight pencil.  Sonja handed her the costume,
which weighed next to nothing.

   "This is never going to fit!  Don't you have something bigger!" cried
Jenny.

   "Slip it on dear.  Its one size fits all.  Hurry up!"

   She answered, gesturing for Jenny to hurry with her hands.

   Shyly, Jenny turned around and slipped off her bra, releasing her heavy
breasts.  Her nipples stiffened as they were exposed to view.  Keeping her
back turned to Sonya she slipped off her white cotton briefs.  She was
still very uncomfortable with her shaved pubic area, which she was keeping
only at her husband's insistence!  She quickly stepped into the legs of the
stocking, and stretched it up to her hips She saw the colors now form into
a tiger stripe pattern, and the costume and makeup now made complete sense.

   As she forced it over her hips, a tail affixed to the back of the
costume fell out to the floor, dangling from her butt.  She peeked over her
shoulder, and saw the material closely conform to each globe of her ass. 
She could feel the costume slip tightly between the cheeks, and hug tightly
up and over her pubic mound.  Something hard and slippery was at the base
of the tail, and pressed up between her legs.

   She continued pulling the stocking up her torso, and finally stretched
it up and over her breasts.  The stocking was strapless, and she saw why
she couldn't wear her underwear with it.  There was much more cleavage
exposed then she was comfortable with, as she struggled in vain to pull it
up higher.  She looked down to see her breasts swelling out of the top
comically.  Sonja grasped her upper arms, and turned her around to face
her.

   "My god, vomen vould kill for that body!" Said Sonya, the admiration
apparent in her voice.  "I think some glitter vould be the perfect touch
though"

   She opened a drawer in the vanity, and pulled out a white jar.  She
unscrewed the lid and set it down on the vanity top.

   "Come over here, dear."

   Jenny walked up, and was stunned as Sonja quickly grabbed the front of
the stocking, and pulled down till both breasts swung free!  She then let
go of the material, letting it snap back under her exposed breasts. 
Picking up the jar, she reached in and scooped out a large glob of clear
gel, which she proceeded to spread all over her upper body!

   Jenny was speechless, as she felt her slick breasts being thoroughly
squeezed and rolled back and forth, with her nipples being gently tweaked
till fully erect, standing out good half inch.  She worked it over her
shoulders and back, and down each arm.

   "There, you look vonderful darling!" Sonja grasped the front of the
costume and stretched it back up over her hard nipples.

   Jenny looked in the mirror, and saw her reflection glittering with gold
dust, accentuating her deep cleavage.  She also saw that the material had
been stretched out, increasing her exposure.  She could see the edge of her
dark areola barely peeking out.  She grasped the top herself, and pulled up
firmly.  When she let go, the whisper thin material appeared to snap right
back in place, except that the stocking had pulled tightly up against her
pubic mound, and she could see the definition of her pubic lips reflected
in the mirror.

   Before she could utter a word of complaint, Sonja wrapped an arm around
her waist and hustled her out the door, back into the hallway.  As soon as
the door opened, Jenny could hear the roar and cheering of a large crowd
close by.  As they approached the arena, circus performers were running
around back and forth, all dressed in bright costumes.

   She jumped as someone pinched her butt, and turning she saw a gaily
dressed clown wink at her and run off, honking a large horn.  He almost ran
into another man who was approaching, dressed in a fancy black tuxedo.  He
turned dramatically as he passed the women, and tipped his top hat to them.


   "Jenny, I'd like you to meet Henri, our lion tamer!"

   The man grasped her hand, and leaned in toward her, bending at the waist
to kiss the back of it.  His head was now on top of her cleavage, and Jenny
feared that he was simply checking out the view!  When his head finally
raised, she noticed he was quite young, and had long black hair tied back
in a ponytail.  Beneath the stage make-up, she could see that he was very
attractive.

   "I am humbled by your beauty!  You are the most exquisite women I have
ever met, let alone had the pleasure of working with!" He said, quite
formally.

   Everything was happening so quickly, that she didn't know how to
respond. She felt foolish standing in front of him.

   "Jenny has volunteered her time to benefit the children's hospital, and
we knew that she would make a perfect tiger!  Said Sonja, sensing her
discomfort.

   "I'm going to make a fool out of myself, I have no idea what to do!" She
cried, looking back and forth between them.

   "You'll be a hit!" He said with a warm smile.

   He pulled a wide leather band out of his pocket, and slipped it around
her neck.  He slipped the strap through the buckle, and attached it
loosely. He then pulled out a long matching leash, which he clipped onto
the collar.

   "I will lead you out to center stage with this leash.  Try to play-act
for the kids in the audience a little.  Pretend to hiss and snarl.  Pull
back on the leash, swipe at me, that kind of thing.  It's too loud out
there for anyone to hear you, so don't be too concerned.  Other than that,
just follow my lead once we get started.  Now let's get ready, we're on
next!"

   He led her over to a flap in the tent wall, and peeked inside.  She
could hear the voice of the master of ceremonies beginning to introduce
brave-hearted "Henri the Great," surely the most skilled lion and tiger
tamer on the planet!  Sonja pushed down on Jenny's shoulders from behind.

   "Time to get in position dear.  Remember, tigers walk on four legs."

   She got down on her hands and knee's as instructed, with her heart
beating wildly.  Sonja knelt down beside her, and put her mouth close to
Jenny's ear, so that she could be heard over the crowd.

   "Keep your back arched, so that your butt and shoulders are raised up in
the air."

   She patted Jenny's flank with her left hand.  "Try to move slinky, just
like a cat!"

   Sonja sat back on her haunches, and pressed down on the small of Jenny's
back to demonstrate.  She grasped a cheek of Jenny's ass firmly in her
hand, and uplifted her hips dramatically.

   Jenny gasped as she felt Sonja's hand release her ass, and firmly grasp
the base of the tail.  She realized that it must have an appendage
attached, which extended well inside the suit!  She could feel Sonja
working the lubricated tip up and down between the upturned cleft of her
cheeks, until it was pressed firmly against her asshole!

   Henri flung the curtain open, and walked out with arms raised to a loud
ovation.  Jenny could hear the announcer continue the introduction in an
excited voice, but her attention remained focused on Sonja.

   "This will help keep your tail raised as you move around" whispered
Sonja in her ear, as she smoothly slid the tapered probe into her ass, till
it came to rest against a large, smooth oblong bulge.

   "NOOOO!" Cried Jenny, as Sonja quickly pushed the probe in beyond the
plug, and it popped firmly in place deep inside her rectum!

   "Break a leg!" She cried, giving Jenny's butt a hard smack.

   Jenny felt a tug on the collar, and she found herself being led out into
the lights, to the delight of the audience.

   "Ladies and Gentlemen, please get hold of your children!  As you can
see, the Great Henri is now leading the ferocious man-eating tiger into the
center ring!"

   Jenny's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as she waddled along behind
Henri.  Her posture caused her hips to sway widely in a very suggestive
fashion.  The tail was rocking with the motion, which was causing the probe
to tickle her deep inside.

   "As a matter of fact, now that I see the tiger, you may want to cover
their little eyes!  She heard several wolf whistles breaking out from
different parts of the arena, as they moved towards the center ring.

   As soon as the crossed into the circle, the arena lights dimmed, and
several spotlights lit up, and illuminated both them both in bright cones
of light.  Keeping the leash in his hand, she watched as he walked over to
a pedestal in the center and picked up a long black riding crop!  She
noticed that the arena had grown very quite, as he turned and slowly
approached her position.  He gathered the long strap up in loops as he
approached, and ended up standing beside her, holding the leash in one hand
and the crop in the other.

   WHACK!

   She jumped as he quickly stung her upturned ass with the crop!  She
brought her hand back by instinct to cover it, and was suddenly pulled off
balance by a tug forward on the leash.  Quickly putting her arm back down
to catch herself, he held the leash high to raise her head, and began to
pull her forward, next to the ring perimeter.

   He pressed the crop against her lower back as she bounced along,
reminding her to keep her spine arched.  He then began rapidly tapping
under her ass, till he was satisfied with the position she was maintaining.
WHACK!  Again he stung her ass, and picked up the pace, pulling harder on
the leash.  She could feel her heavy breasts begin swaying back and forth
against the fabric of the stocking, as she bounced ahead.  WHACK!

   "Ouch!  Stop that!" she cried, but he ignored her and continued on.

   She could barely keep up, as he strode along on his long legs.  She now
felt the top of the stocking pulling against her nipples, and new that her
breasts were about to fall out!  She began to raise a hand to pull up the
top, but; WHACK!  Another blow quickly stung her ass, reminding her to keep
up the pace.

   Humiliated, she felt both breasts pop free and began wildly swinging
back and forth, now unrestrained.  He suddenly slowed his pace, and she
went to pull up the top.  WHAAACK!  He stung her harder yet, and her arm
went back to her butt instead, and then dropped to maintain her pace. 
WHAACK!  As she then dropped her other hand, again foiled!  She realized
with horror that he wasn't about to allow her to cover up!

   He came to a full stop, and raised up on the leash, which brought her
chin and head up higher.  Again, he pressed down on the small of her back,
and rapidly tapped under her ass with the crop till she was perfectly
positioned, ass held high.  He then took an elaborate bow, playing it up to
the auditorium crowd.  They roared in appreciation.

   He turned around, and moved her towards the center of the circle,
keeping her attention focused with sharp little flicks of the crop against
her ass the whole way.  There was a round pedestal in the center of the
ring, which came up to his waist.  It was about as big around as a good
size tree trunk.  There was a step positioned half way up.  They stopped in
front of the step, and he hooked the crop under her right forearm, guiding
it up until she placed her hand on it.  He repeated this with the other
hand.

   WHAAACK!

   Jenny straightened with the stinging blow to her ass.  She was thrust
forward towards the podium, her upper body raised in the air, and her
weight now forward on her hands.  Her breasts ballooned forward between her
arms, and he took advantage by lightly drawing the crop gently back and
forth across her hard nipples, as the crowd roared their approval.

   Now he hooked the crop under her left knee, and guided it up till
positioned next to her hands on the step, legs awkwardly splayed apart. 
She felt him press the crop against her vulva from behind.  He began
lightly tapping against her mound, which seemed to delight the crowd, as
she squirmed back and forth.  Finally he directed her other leg up on the
step, and then began repeating the process to the top of the podium.  As he
brought her legs up however, he directed her to squat on her feet, instead
of kneeling on her knees.  Jenny quickly hugged her legs tight to her
chest, effectively hiding her breasts from view.

   That didn't last long though, as he stepped in front.  He directed her
to raise both arms and clasp them behind her neck, with short precise
flicks of his crop.  At first she hesitated, and was rewarded with a quick
stinging snap across her flank.  He placed the tip of the crop under her
chin and pressed up, straightening up her back, and thrusting her heavy
breasts forward.  He began refining her posture with quick flips of the
crop, further arching her back to accentuate her chest.

   He then reached down and grasped her tail, which was hanging off the
back of the podium.  She let out a soft moan as he gently pulled, slowly
increasing pressure till the plug started to come out.  He let the tail go
slack, and the plug popped back in, drawing a gasp from Jenny.  Again he
started to pull, this time though he slowly began to circle around the
podium.  He didn't stop circling as he met resistance, but rather started
pulling Jenny around as he continued on!  She had to do an awkward shuffle
trying to keep up, as her breasts began swinging wildly back and forth.

   After four complete revolutions, he suddenly stopped and took another
deep bow, drawing another raucous ovation from the crowd.  Jenny took the
opportunity to quickly pull her top back up, which drew several loud boos.
He turned and took Jenny's hand, helping her down from the pedestal.  He
kissed her on both cheeks, and whispered in her ear to take a bow with him.


   They started to walk a complete circle around the ring together, hand in
hand, stopping occasionally to bow to the crowd, who were now giving them a
standing ovation.  He started jogging off the stage, pulling her along with
him.  Her breasts immediately swung out of her top, and she covered them as
best she could with her free hand till they reached the safety of backstage
(Of course, he wouldn't release her hand as the ran off!).

   "Quick dear, let's get you out of that costume!" said Sonya, as she took
hold of Jenny's hand.

   Many of the performers had gathered around the backstage area to watch
her performance, and gave her a nice hand as they scurried back to her
changing room.  Jenny felt several pats on her rump, as she passed quickly
down the narrow walkway!

   "This is NOT what I had in mind!  I want to go home now!" she cried, as
soon as the door to her dressing room had shut.

   Sonja turned and gave her a solemn look.

   "Dear, that's just vat the boss vants you to do!  If you quit now, then
he gets to keep all the money charity money!  He vants you to quit!  He
told me this backstage vile you ver out performing.  Apparently it vas in
the contract you signed!"

   Jenny shook her head, realizing she was in a terrible position.  At the
game show, she had jeopardized their mortgage.  Now she would be taking
away money from innocent children!

   "I vil leave you alone for a minute, dear.  Go ahead and get out of that
costume, Here's cream you can use to remove the makeup.  Vatever you decide
vill be OK vith me.  I'll be back in five minutes." Sonja turned, and left
the room, pulling the door shut behind her.

   Jenny slipped the stocking down over her wide hips, and reached around
to grasp the tail.  She winced as she slowly removed the plug from her ass,
feeling great relief as if finally slipped free.  She finished slipping her
legs out, and tossed it into a clothes hamper in disgust.  She saw bright
red welts criss-crossing her bare ass in the vanity mirror, though most
were already beginning to fade.  She slipped into a cotton robe, which was
hanging from a hook on the door, and sat down in front of the mirror, her
bottom still smarting from the riding crop.

   "Why does this always happen to me!" she cried to herself, as she slowly
wiped the makeup from her face.

   She stared back at her pouting lips and glum expression in the mirror.
Visions of an old movie floated in her mind, where a pauper child held his
empty bowl up in a charity kitchen, asking if there was any more food,
please, as tears rolled down his cute little face.

   "Oh, crap!" she said, throwing the hand towel down on top of the tiger
costume, making her mind up to proceed.

   The door opened, and Jenny turned her head around.  Sonja peeked in.

   "So vat did you decide, dear?" she asked.  "

   You can tell that jerk to stop counting his money!" said Jenny with
determination.  "I'm going to finish the day, no matter what!"

   Sonja smiled broadly as she entered the room, followed by a young,
athletic looking girl with short blond hair.

   "This is Sally, from the Flying Meranda's" she said, motioning to the
attractive young girl, who held her hand out to Jenny.

   "We loved your show!" she said with a twinkle in her eye, handing a
package to Sonja.  "The guys want you to do a stunt with them.  I brought
one of my extra costumes for you to wear."



   She was wearing a tiny blue bodice, which closely followed her curves.
It had thin shoulder straps, which tied together behind the neck.  It
flattered her small bust-line quite nicely.  There was a matching skirt,
very short with slits up both sides, and a flashy fringe.  Fishnet
stockings and blue slip on booties completed the ensemble.

   "I'll see you in a few minutes!" she said as she turned, and zipped back
out the door.

   Sonja set the package down and opened it, saying, "I am so proud of you
dear!  Al vill be just furious!  It serves him right though, the greedy
bastard."

   She handed Jenny a pair of fishnet stockings, with wide black stay-up
bands.  She didn't remember seeing the bands on Sally's costume!  Shrugging
her shoulders, she slipped them on.  They pulled up to within an inch of
her crotch, and hugged her legs tightly.  Next she was handed a blue silk
bottom piece, which she stepped into and tried to pull up.  They wouldn't
slide up over her hips, despite being made of stretchy material. 
Apparently Sally was much more petite then Jenny!

   There were ties at the sides, which Jenny loosened.  She then pulled the
small strip of material up tight between her legs, and re-tied the sides as
securely as she could across the top of her waist.  The scant material was
now wedged tightly into her crotch, between the lips of her pubes and the
cleft of her ass.  She reached down and spread the material out, covering
her privates as best as she could.  She slipped the skirt up over her hips,
and removed the robe she had been wearing.

   Sonja handed her the bodice, which she worked over her arms, and pulled
up and over her head, working it down beyond her full breasts.  Taking hold
of the loose strings, she brought them up behind her neck, stretching shiny
blue triangles of material tightly over her cleavage.  Sonja helped her to
tie the straps together, as she examined her reflection in the mirror.

   Both the sides and the tops of both breasts were exposed, bulging out
beyond the constraints of the small amount of material.  The skirt fit
comfortably because of the side slits, but they gapped open on both sides,
revealing the stocking bands and the bare skin of her hips under the skirt!
The ties of the underwear were sticking out at the top of the slits.

   "You look marvelous, dear!" said Sonya as she lightly caressed Jenny's
bare midriff.  "I vish I could keep my tummy this flat.  Ve must find Sally
now! -ť

   She grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door, down the hall back
towards the auditorium.  They approached three people, standing beside the
entrance to the arena.  There was a young man, dressed in a tight bodysuit
of the same material as hers.  He was very muscular in stature, and
ruggedly handsome.  Sally was there also, with another young lady dressed
in a similar, though less revealing outfit.

   As Jenny approached, they turned around to greet her.  She noticed they
all shared a strong family resemblance.  The name "Flying Merandas"
suddenly clicked, and she realized that they were a family of trapeze
artists!

   "Hurry up Jenny, we're running late!" said Sally, as they jumped through
the entrance together.

   The applause picked up as soon as the crowd saw them, and the ring
announcer began his introductions.  They trotted out to a large net, which
had been suspended in the center of the arena, at about head height.  Jenny
hurried along after them, holding her arms tight to her chest to prevent
her breasts from slipping out of the brief top.  She hoped that she wasn't
recognized from the earlier stunt.

   They ran up to the net, where a ladder was mounted, which extended
straight up one of the tent support poles.  Jenny craned her head up, and
saw a platform mounted high above the stadium floor at the top.  The young
girl grabbed the ladder, and started climbing effortlessly, straight up. 
Next was Sally, who stopped after a few rungs, and looked back down at her.


   "Come on Jenny, don't worry, we'll take good care of you!"

   Jenny felt a hand on her back, as the man smiled and said "Ladies first,
miss!  I'll catch you if you fall!

   Jenny took a deep breath, and grabbed a ladder rung, starting to climb
up the ladder after her.

   "Remember not to look down!" said the man, giving her ass a playful
smack as she rose up above him.

   She followed his advice, and looked straight up towards Sally.  Now she
understood why he wanted to be last.  She had a view straight up her
Sally's skirt at her wiggling butt.  Jenny also noticed that Sally had full
spandex bicycle shorts on, rather then the small scrap of material Jenny
was wearing!  She had no choice but to give the man a show, as she
struggled to keep up with Sally.  Of course, the arena cameraman also
closely followed her ascent, providing a large screen view of her progress
to the crowd!

   As she reached the top platform, Sally reached down and helped her take
the final step, and wrapped a steady hand around her waist.  She snapped a
thin strap around her waist, and clipped it to a tether from the post.

   "There you go Jenny, that should make you more comfortable!" It did help
her to feel steadier, and she felt her leg muscles unclenching.

   The other girl grabbed a trapeze bar, which had been suspended above the
platform, and fell off in a gentle arc, sweeping gracefully up onto another
platform across the arena at the far end of the net.  Jenny applauded along
with the crowd.  She had seen trapeze acts before in person, but it didn't
compare to the thrill she was now provided.  The man sprung up like a cat,
and grabbed another bar.  He made a few passes back and forth, taking hand
turns and flips along the way.  Jenny clapped with delight.  He also
finished off on the far platform.

   Jenny watched with amazement, as both Sally and the man swung off at
opposite ends, ending up by joining hands in the middle.  They swung
together back and forth, doing sharp little flips and changes of position.
She marveled at how effortless they made it appear.  The man eventually
swung Sally back up on the platform next to her, and then on the next pass
he also joined them with a graceful motion.

   "OK Jenny, you're going to do a quick stunt with me now!"

   Seeing the stunned look cross her face he quickly smiled and added,
"Don't worry, this will be simple.  I'm going to swing back and forth a few
times to get momentum, and then Sally will release you at the correct
moment.  All I want you to do is release the trapeze when you feel me grab
you!  Can you remember that Jenny?"

   She nodded her head up and down, taking a big swallow.  Her heart was
thumping wildly in her chest, as she looked up at the trapeze bar Sally was
now holding.

   "Rather then try to swing you up on the platform, I'm going to let go
and fall into the net with you.  All you have to do is relax and lay back.
The net will break our fall quite gently."

   He bent over and kissed her forehead.  "Trust me Jenny, I'll be right
with you!" He added, as he snatched a bar and swung off the platform.

   Sally brought her forward to the edge of the platform, and Jenny felt
the tether begin to tighten against her waist, restraining her.  She
reached up and grabbed the trapeze bar Sally held, and squeezed her eye's
shut tightly.

   "Now lean forward, the strap will hold you in place" Said Sally in her
ear, also putting her hands around Jenny's waist to help support her.

   Jenny felt her full weight come to rest against the harness, as she
leaned forward well over the edge of the platform.  She was now watching
the man swinging back and forth, building momentum as he went.

   "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!  Could I please direct you attention to the
center platform, high above the arena floor!  Please give a big hand for
Jenny, our brave volunteer from the Children's Hospital charity."

   Polite applause broke out as the spotlight left the announcer, and
started to swing up in her direction.

   "For your information, Ladies and Gentlemen, it was Jenny who played the
now famous role of the tiger for the Great Henri!"

   Thunderous applause spread wildly across the arena, as the spotlight
centered on Jenny leaning out over the edge of the platform.  A drum roll
began, and the noise slowly abated.  All eyes were now glued to her,
straining against the tether.  She felt Sally's hand lightly patting her
butt as the introductions were being made, and now her hand moved up her
back to rest lightly between her shoulder blades.

   She watched the man flip upside down, with the inside of his knees
curled around the bar, holding his arms outstretched as he swung back
towards her.  She jerked her head around quickly, as she felt Sally pull
one of the ties behind her neck loose!  Sally now reached around her waist
as she unsnapped the harness, quickly snatching the exposed ties to Jenny's
panty bottom.  Gripping them tightly, she continued to support her as she
leaned out over the edge.

   Jenny watched the man as he started to head away from her in a large
arc. As he reached the bottom of his swing, she felt Sally's hand shift on
the ties at her side.  They both immediately slipped, and she gasped as her
weight suddenly carried her forward and down off the platform.  She felt
the panties quickly slip through her clenched legs, leaving her fully
exposed beneath the short skirt!  She clenched the bar as tightly as
possible, again squeezing her eyes shut.  She could feel the rush of air
against her now bare skin, and realized that her skirt had been blown well
over her waist!

   She felt herself slowing, as she reached the apex of her swing, and
suddenly the man grasped each of her ankles in a vice grip.  She hung
briefly weightless, and remembered to release her grip on the trapeze bar
just in time, as they started to swing back down on his bar together.  Now
she felt her weight being supported by the man, and could sense the power
and strength of his coiled body, which gave her some sense of comfort and
confidence.

   Their swing started to descend and pick up speed, and she realized she
would also be suspended upside down!  Centrifugal force started working
against the loosened ties of her top, and both heavy breasts escaped,
hanging down under chin, now completely exposed to the crowd around her! 
She quickly placed her hands over her breasts, covering herself somewhat
(She has small hands and large breasts!).  She could do nothing about her
dress though, which was draped down over her belly, fully exposing her
privates to view.  The man was holding her legs apart, giving himself quite
a "Kodak moment" as he looked down!

   They swung back and forth, gradually loosing momentum, until they were
moving in only a short, gentle arc.  He let go of his bar, and their
forward momentum was enough to allow them to fall the short distance down
into the springy net, back first.  The tension of the net caused them to be
thrown back up into the air, Jenny with her legs askew and breasts bouncing
free of her outstretched arms.  The crowd noise was deafening, as she
remained the highlight of the arena cameraman.d

   She quickly tied the top back behind her neck, and shifted her large
areola under the small triangles of fabric.  She was unable to stand on the
springy net, as the material was much to elastic, and the holes in the
netting were too large.  She had to awkwardly crawl on hands and knees
after the man, as he approached the edge.  She glanced down, and with shock
noticed the cameraman directly underneath, following her progress!  She
hoped her privates were shadowed under the short skirt.  The color drained
from her face, as he flipped the camera light on, bathing her in a sudden
glare from below.  She brought her legs together, and waddled forward as
best she could.

   She watched as the man smoothly flipped himself head over heels off the
edge of the netting, gracefully landing on his feet.  No way was she going
to be able to do that, thought Jenny with alarm!  Thankfully he turned
back, and waited for her as she approached the edge.  She dangled a
tentative leg down towards him, and he cradled her foot in his powerful
left hand.  As she shifted her weight down, he lowered it, causing her to
do the splits, with her other leg still grasping the edge of the net!  She
whimpered to herself, sensing the hot lights of the cameraman over her
shoulder.

   Now she felt his other hand grasp the inside of her thigh.  As he
continued slowly lowering her, he slid his hand up, till it cupped her
vulva between her splayed legs.  She shrieked, and quickly threw her other
leg off the netting, falling backwards against him.  He slid his hand back
under her ass, supporting her sudden weight, and taking full advantage of
the position, gave her ass a gentle goose!  Once again she shrieked, and
jumped forward out of his grip, and also out of her top!  She never noticed
though, as she quickly ran towards the exit, hands covering her ass,
breasts bouncing wildly up and down, matching her quick stride!  She was so
embarrassed that she failed to hear the applause and screams she was
receiving from her new legion of admirers.

   "They weren't very nice people!" complained Jenny, as she returned to
the dressing room with Sonja.

   "I'm sorry dear, but they are great performers!" she answered.  "You
vill like the next lady, she is very friendly."

   Jenny turned.

   "I thought I was done!  What do I have to do now!"

   Sonja started pulling clothes out of the closet.

   "Nothing like before dear.  You vill simply vork with za hypnotist. -ť

   "Oh no no no!  I'm not going to let some stranger hypnotize me!" said
Jenny, hands firmly placed on hips.

   "Don't vorry dear!  I am za hypnotist!  I was going to surprise you. 
Besides, you vill just be my assistant.  I am hypnotizing people from the
audience!"

   "Oh, well I'm sorry.  I'm just a little leery about being taken
advantage of again!" answered Jenny.

   She started taking off the trapeze show costume, as Sonja began pulling
some lingerie out of the vanity.

   "This should all fit you very nice Jenny, I vent from your street
clothes sizes."

   She handed Jenny a new package of Opaque white pantyhose.

   Jenny slipped out of the fishnet stockings, and threw the tiny costume
into the basket along with her tiger suit.  She sat down, and slipped on
the pantyhose.  She was glad to note that they were not sheer to the waist,
though she certainly was not planning for any more exhibitions today!  Next
she slipped on the white lace bra.  It was very flattering, nicely
accentuating her cleavage.  It also had nice, sturdy straps, she happily
noted!

   Next was a white slip, pretty enough to double as a dress, though too
risquĂ(C) for her to ever consider wearing in public.  It felt like pure
silk, as she slid it down over her body.  It hugged every curve.  The
neckline was scooped just enough to hint at the edge of the lace bra
underneath, and show off her abundant cleavage.  It was mid-thigh in
length.

   Finally she slipped on the conservative dress Sonja had picked out.  It
was pure white, cut with clean lines for a contemporary look.  It was of a
sturdy material, with a high neckline, and a hemline down to her knees. 
The dress was not new, but was certainly clean and presentable.  Jenny felt
much better wearing real clothes instead of another scandalous outfit!

   The shiny white pumps Sonja handed her were certainly far from
conservative.  They had much higher heels than anything she owned, though
they certainly flattered the turn of her ankle.  There was an ankle strap
to hold them in place.  She took some tentative steps, and felt awkward,
though at least they were her size.

   Sonya opened a small pill bottle, and handed Jenny a tiny blue pill,
along with a glass of water.

   "This vill help you to relax and feel more at ease dear, my assistants
find them very helpful."

   She stood watching, till Jenny placed the pill in her mouth and took a
deep swallow of water.  She then finished the rest of the glass, realizing
how thirsty she was.

   "Thanks, I needed that!" she said, as she wiped her mouth with the back
of her hand.

   Sonja knelt down in front of her, and started to freshen up the makeup.

   "You vill be vith me on stage, along vith someone from za audience.  All
you have to do is swing the ball in front of them.  I vill let you know ven
to stop.  Then step aside as I do my act."

   She slipped some showy white earrings on Jenny, and admired her
handiwork, turning her face side to side by the chin.

   "You have such a beautiful complexion dear!  Vat's your secret?"

   Jenny blushed, and looked down.

   "Just good gene's I guess!" she answered, clearing her throat (a mental
image rose unbidden of last nights "treatment" with her husband!).

   She showed Jenny a gold chain made of small, delicate links.  Attached
to the chain was a clear, multi-faceted crystal ball, smaller then a golf
ball.

   "I vill demonstrate.  Get face to face, just like this."

   She faced Jenny, from a distance of no more then three feet away,
looking directly in her eyes.  She raised the chain up over her head, and
began a slow, captivating side to side arc.

   "Now you try," she said, handing the end of the chain to Jenny.

   "That is very goot, dear!" said Sonja, as she mimicked her actions.

   "Now you can keep the bauble in your pocket until we need it later."

   She turned away, and Jenny stored it away.

   "Does hypnosis really work?" I always thought that it was mostly a
hoax," asked Jenny, as she watched Sonja slip into another long, colorful
dress.

   She felt very calm and peaceful inside, and yet totally clear-headed. 
It seemed that everything had slowed down considerably, and all of her
earlier trepidation and concerns just melted away.  "Wow, no wonder your
helpers like those pills, she said, forgetting all about her earlier
question.

   Sonja bent down, and looked searchingly in her eyes.  She smiled
sweetly, and patted Jenny lightly on the cheek.

   "Let's get going, they should be ready for us."

   She helped her up off the chair, and led her by the arm, as they left
the room and entered the hallway.  Jenny felt rather dreamlike, as she
floated along next to Sonja.  She felt as if she was almost disconnected
from her body, as she saw the backstage performers track her movements as
they passed by.

   Out into the darkened arena they walked, as a spotlight found them, and
started to follow along.  Jenny smiled and laughed, pointing her arm up to
it and waving, as they mowed along.  The applause in the arena didn't
register with her as they approached a raised stage, which had replaced the
netting she had fallen into not that long ago.

   Up a short flight of steps they passed, to reach the top of the
platform. They joined a man already there, who was seated in a
straight-backed chair placed in the center.  There was a long table to the
side of the stage, with many different items and stage props on it.  Sonja
held her arms up to the crowd, and they began to settle down.

   "Please, my good friends, I must have complete silence to concentrate."

   A hush fell over the arena, and Sonja placed an arm around Jenny's
waist, walking her over to face the man.  She slid a second chair over, and
helped her take a seat.  She was close enough to the other mans chair to
brush his knees.

   "Vat is your first name, my friend?" asked Sonya.

   "Frank." he answered softly, into the microphone she held.

   "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Frank.  This is my assistant,
Jenny."

   He smiled and nodded to her, his eves traveling down to her chest, and
quickly back up.

   "Jenny, if you could show Frank the bauble now, we can get started."

   She reached in her pocket, pulling out the glass ball.  As she held it
up between them, and put it into motion, the spotlights started to sparkle
off the myriad of cut faces of the crystal, causing a rainbow of colors to
play across her vision.  She stared enraptured at the swinging ball of
crystalline fire she held, focused only on its movement back and forth.

   "I vant you to take a deep breath, and slowly exhale.  Let the tension
drain from your shoulders and neck."

   Sonja spoke the commands in a clear, soothing voice.  Even though she
was addressing Frank, Jenny found herself following right along with her
commands.

   "Relax your arms, let them lay heavy in your lap.  Feel your hands
uncurl, as the tension drains away.  Breathe deeply in a calm, relaxed
manner.  All of your concerns and worries have flown away, leaving you in a
calm, peaceful place.  In your mind, you now can hear the slow tick, tock
of a clock, in rhythm with the sparkling ball.  As the ball begins to slow,
you will feel time also slow, and your consciousness will begin to slip
away, leaving you in a gentle, safe state.  Feel it drifting away now, on a
gentle spring breeze."

   And with that said, Jenny slipped into a deep trance, right along with
Frank.  Her arm dropped down and came to rest in her lap.  Sonja reached
down and retrieved the crystal necklace, slipping it back into her pocket.

   "I vant you both to concentrate on only my voice."

   Sonya had knelt down next to their chairs, and taken hold of each of
their hands.

   "From this day forward, you will trust and obey everything I ask of you.
You may not understand why, and it may not make sense to you, but you will
have a deep desire to make me happy.  The last thing you would want to do
is make me sad or unhappy.  Do you understand what I am telling you?" They
both nodded their heads affirmatively.

   "I vill clap my hands twice, and you vill vake back up feeling
refreshed, as if from a deep, restful sleep.  You von't have a care in the
world.  All of today will be fresh in your mind, up till the crystal ball.
You will believe that our stunt didn't work, and vill not remember this
conversation at all.  You vill believe that we are all alone.  Do you both
understand?"

   Seeing their agreement, she rose back up, and sharply clapped twice.

   Both Jenny and Frank stared with startled expressions, suddenly
remembering what they were on stage for.

   "So did either of you go under?" asked Sonja, getting their attention.

   They glanced at each other, and both shrugged their shoulders.

   "I didn't, I don't know about Jenny though." answered Frank.

   "No, I'm real sorry, but it didn't work on me either." She said.

   Sonja allowed a look of disappointment to cross her face.

   "We can try it again though!" Jenny quickly added, catching her
expression.

   A wry smile formed on Sonja's face.

   "No, I don't think it vould be vorthvhile to try again dear.  Some
people just aren't susceptible to suggestion.  Frank, vould you be a
sveetheart, and move your chair over to the table?  "

   He stood up.  "Sure, no problem" he answered, as he carried it over and
sat down where she indicated.

   "Thank you so much!" she said, turning back to Jenny.

   "Dear, I've been meaning to talk to you about that outfit" she said
looking down at Jenny's dress with a frown.

   "What's the matter with it?" asked Jenny, looking down at her dress.

   "Vell, it's probably just me, but I think that those vite stockings make
your legs look fat." said Sonja.

   Jenny leaned forward over the chair, peering at her calves.

   "Do you really think so?" She asked, angling her feet back and forth to
get a better view.

   "Oh yes, definitely.  I vould be much happier if you would slip them off
for me."

   A few hoots erupted out of the audience, and Sonja immediately raised
her hand to quite them.

   "Well, if you really think so!" she said, leaning over to slip off her
shoes.

   She then reached up under her dress as demurely as possible, lifting her
butt off the chair and working the hose down, finally slipping them off.

   "Frank, could you please get rid of these hose?"

   He walked over, and Jenny placed them in his hand.

   "You can throw them out in that direction" pointed Sonja, and Frank gave
them a strong heave.

   A roar went up, and it looked like a McGuire home run ball hit into the
grandstands, as a crowd of men dived after them!

   "Slip the shoes back on, and let me have a look at you."

   Jenny did as she asked, standing up and slowly spinning, as Sonja looked
her over.

   "That dress is much too long for you dear!  Pull it up a little higher
and let me see the difference."

   Jenny gathered both sides of the dress in her hands, and slid the
material up to mid thigh.

   "Yes, just as I thought, that is much better. -ť

   Wolf whistles and clapping were breaking out all around, but Jenny
seemed oblivious to the noise.

   "Frank, could you do me a favor, and bring over a pair of scissors?"

   He picked up a pair lying among the various supplies on the table, and
presented them to Sonja.

   "Vould it be all right with you if Frank adjusts the length of your
dress for me?" asked Sonja.

   Jenny hesitated, looking confused.

   "I don't think so!" she replied, looking very confused.

   "That's O.K.  dear, I understand.  I just vanted the best for you!  I
understand if you von't let me!" Sonja pouted, looking downcast.

   "Oh no!  Don't be sad!" Jenny looked over at Frank and said "Go ahead
and do it."

   He knelt down in front of her, and started snipping from the hem
straight up.  The crowd started chanting "MORE!  MORE!" He stopped mid
thigh, and started cutting horizontally around the dress, until the scrap
piece dropped free.  Sonja stood back and surveyed the results.

   "I'm very disappointed vith you Frank!  Look, I can see her slip
showing! -ť

   They both looked crushed.  Sonja suddenly brightened up, and raised a
finger.

   "I know vat ve can do!  Frank, help her out of the dress you ruined! 
Her slip will make a beautiful dress!  Don't you agree dear?"

   Jenny cleared her throat, and replied

   "Well if it would make you happy, I guess it would be OK."

   He quickly stepped behind her, and unzipped the dress.  The crowd burst
out with applause and yells of encouragement, as she slowly slipped it from
her shoulders, handing it to Frank.  She stood with arms crossed over her
chest, feeling very exposed.  Frank tossed the dress into the crowd,
causing another brief scuffle.

   "Drop your arms dear" asked Sonja, and looked Jenny up and down.

   "The slip is beautiful, but the bra straps show!  It looks very tacky,
don't you agree?"

   Jenny looked down at her shoulders.

   "I guess so, what should I do?"

   Sonja smiled back at her.

   "Silly girl, take the bra off, you certainly don't need the support
anyway!  No one will notice!"

   Jenny slipped the bra straps off her shoulders, and pulled her arms
through.  Sonja stepped behind her.

   "I'll give you a hand dear."

   She stretched the back of the slip down beyond the clasp, and undid the
bra.  She reached around and slipped it off her from under the slip,
holding it aloft like a trophy.  The crowd responded with raucous cheers of
encouragement, as she tossed it out to them.

   Jenny now stood at center stage, dressed only in the slip and high
heels. With the spotlights on her, the outline and definition of her body
was clearly silhouetted through the thin material.  Her dark areola and
prominent nipples clearly showed through.  Sonja smiled, and slowly circled
Jenny, letting her fingers trail around the top of her waist.

   "Ve just need some slight adjustments now.  Frank, hand me the
scissors."

   Jenny stood in shocked isbelief, as Sonja pulled the slip out from
between her breasts, and cut a deep "V" into the thin material.  She
released the slip, and surveyed her work.

   "That is perfect, don't you agree? -ť

   Jenny looked down at her chest, seeing the thin material bisecting her
areola, leaving her entire cleavage exposed.  She quickly pulled the
material together to cover her nipples.

   "Please don't do that dear.  It spoils everything!" moaned Sonja, and
Jenny released her clutch on the fabric.

   The silky material slipped right back in place, with her nipples just
poking into view!

   Sonja circled behind, and knelt down.  She gathered the bottom hem in
her left hand, and started snipping straight up!  Jenny's eyes popped wide
open, as she felt the cold metal of the back of the scissors traveling all
the way up to the small of her back!

   "Now the slip hangs so much better from your hips, don't you agree? 
Asked Sonja excitedly.

   "If you say so" answered Jenny, in a soft voice.

   "Now lets have some fun!" said Sonja strolling over to the table.

   She picked up a brightly colored hoop.

   "I vould love to see you do the hula-hoop dear!  Can you demonstrate it
for us?"

   Jenny blushed.

   "I don't know, I haven't done that since I was a kid!" she protested.

   "But it vould make me so happy, dear!  Please, give it a try!  I
insist," answered Sonja, handing her the hoop.

   Reluctantly, she drew the hoop over her head and down to her hips.  She
gave it a quick flip, beginning a counter rolling motion with her hips, to
create the rhythm required to keep it circling around her narrow waist. 
She kept her eyes locked on Sonja, and was pleased too see the look of joy
cross her face.

   The crowd of course had their eyes locked on the show that Jenny was
providing, as her heavy breasts swung captivatingly in and out of view, and
her beautiful ass was on prominent display through the back slit.  Sonja
lifted her arm, and gestured for Jenny to begin rotating in place.  Jenny
happily complied, providing the full crowd with the same visual feast!

   Sonja clapped with delight, and Jenny grabbed hold of the hoop, stopping
its motion.

   "I am so proud of you!  I never dreamed you could be so graceful!"

   Jenny blushed with the praise, handing the hoop back to Sonja.

   "Let's get Frank involved in something now," she said, looking his way.
"Come along, children" she motioned, until they were standing close to the
edge of the platform together.

   Sonja smiled, as she saw the guys in the front row trying to peer up
Jenny's short slip.

   "I vant you kids to play hop-frog for me!  Jenny, squat down right
here," she said, pointing to her feet.  Seeing her hesitate, she added
"Come on dear, don't drag your feet!"

   Reluctantly, Jenny walked up and squatted down on her haunches.  Sonja
pressed down on her shoulders.

   "Hands flat on the floor dear, didn't you ever do this when you were a
child?"

   Jenny leaned forward on her hands, assuming a splayed leg position, with
her back arched.  Her breasts were left exposed, hanging out beyond her
arms, and her bare ass was exposed as the slit in her slip fell open in the
back.

   "Your turn now, Frank."

   Jenny watched him approach over her shoulder.  He squatted down behind,
and she ducked as he sprang over her head, legs spread wide, pressing down
on her back as he passed over!  He came back into the ready position
directly in front of her.

   "SMAAACK!!"

   Sonja sharply whacked Jenny's bare ass with her hand, which propelled
her forward!  She sprang awkwardly, brushing Frank's head with her grain as
she passed over, barely making it.  She landed with legs spread wide, naked
ass sticking up in the air and her chest pressed down against the floor.

   "SMAACK!!"

   Again Sonya whacked her bare ass, taking advantage of Jenny's position
by catching her vulva as well.  She sprang back in position, having no time
to contemplate her situation.

   Frank smoothly passed overhead again as she ducked, and "SMAACK!!"

   This time she was whacked before Frank was even ready!  Jenny turned to
protest, but "SMAAACK!!

   She was stung again, even harder!  She coiled her legs, and sprang
forward with more force, this time comfortably clearing Frank, as she flew
over.  She noticed her breasts bouncing heavily as she landed, fully
exposed, but before she could consider moving, Frank was again passing
overhead.

   "SMAACK!!" Jenny had resigned herself to the pattern, and was expecting
the blow.  Now she developed a rhythm, as they bounded around the stage. 
Everyone in the arena was standing, closely following her progress around
the stage.  Her cherry red ass stood out in bright contrast to the white
slip, and she was captivating to watch, as all of that tempting flesh was
being exposed in so many embarrassing postures, for everyone's viewing
enjoyment!

   Sonja finally grabbed hold of Frank's shoulder, stopping their routine.
She held a hand out to Jenny, and helped her up to her feet.

   "That vas vonderful, dear!  You did very well!  Such a powerful jumper
you are!"

   Jenny smiled brightly, glad that Sonja had noticed her effort.

   Sonja walked over to the table, and returned carrying a squirt bottle.

   "You look too hot, dear!  Let me help you cool down."

   And with that said, she started pumping a fine mist of water directly at
Jenny's breasts.  The thin material immediately turned transparent and
clung tightly to her skin.  Her nipples stiffened with the cold spray.  She
immediately covered them with her hands.

   Sonja reached out with her free hand, and stroked her cheek softly.

   "You disappoint me dear.  Vy are you hiding yourself from me? -ť The
audience was hooting and hollering, as Jenny brought her arms back down to
her sides.

   "That's better dear, and she resumed spraying her with the water bottle.

   "Start turning around slowly dear."

   She kept pumping away as Jenny slowly rotated in place, making sure that
every inch of the slip was thoroughly drenched, bring all of her charms
into view.  The crowd cheered wildly, as she returned the squirt bottle to
the table.

   "There now, you look much cooler!  Tell me Jenny, do you like to sing?
-ť

   Jenny blushed lightly.

   "Not in public, I'm a little shy for that," she answered quietly.

   "Oh nonsense, I'm sure you have a beautiful voice!" exclaimed Sonja to
the audience, drawing more applause.  "Try the national anthem, dear.  I'd
love to hear you sing."

   She handed the microphone over to Jenny.

   Jenny cleared her throat, and brought the mike up close to her lips.

   "Ooh say can you see!!!" Sonja raised a hand, motioning her to stop. 
"You need to sing louder then that!  Now start over."

   She lowered her hand, and started pacing back and forth in front of
Jenny, listening closely with her head down.

   "OOOH SAY can you SEEEE!.."

   Once more Sonja raised her hand to stop.

   "No dear, you need to project your voice!  There should be some depth
and amplitude to you tone!  Try it again!" and she continued pacing.

   "OOOH SAY, can you SEEEEE!!!"

   Up went the hand.

   "I can see that you need some voice lessons.  Let's try a simple
exercise dear," said Sonja, as she strolled over the table, back turned to
Jenny.

   She turned and approached closely to stand back in front of her, hands
behind her back.

   "Close your eyes!..  Very goot!  Now keep them closed, and open your
mouth.....A little wider dear, yes, very goot.  Pucker your lips for me! 
Oh Jenny, you can do better then that!  Much better!  Now keep your eyes
closed, and don't move!"

   With that said, she produced a large, black, very realistic looking
dildo from behind her back.  It was made of solid latex rubber, and even
felt realistic in her hand with a prominent crown and veins running down to
the thick base.

   She held it up to the crowd with a flourish, and they went wild,
watching it slowly waving in her hand.  With a coy smile, she slowly
directed it towards Jenny's waiting mouth.  As she guided the large black
crown in, Jenny's puckered lips wrapped tightly around, and she let out a
soft moan, which was picked up by the microphone still in her hand.

   "Please dear, let me insert the training aid all the way!  Don't fight
back.  Just relax!" said Sonja, cupping the back of Jenny's head with her
free hand.

   She then slid the penis in deeply, as Jenny's jaw spread open to
accommodate the thick object.  She stopped the insertion when she felt
resistance at the base of her throat, and Jenny's head jerked in her hand,
as she gave a muffled gag.

   "OK Jenny, try the song again!  Come on dear, you'll make me so happy!"
encouraged Sonja, maintaining her pressure on the dildo.

   "OOOO, AAAAYYY AAA OOOO EEEE!!"

   The crowd was rolling in the aisles, amazed at the sight of the gorgeous
blond in a wet, transparent slip, moaning and gurgling around the huge
black object!

   "IIIII AAAAA OOO EEEEE IIIII GGGGHHH!!!"

   Jenny retched and gagged against the head, as Sonja had increased the
pressure.

   "Now that's better!  That's how to project!  Keep going, don't stop
now!" She said.

   Tears had started to run down her cheeks involuntarily, as the penis was
choking the entrance to her throat, triggering her gag reflex.  Sonja
started to work the dildo back and forth in her mouth, giving Jenny the
mental picture of a man slowly pumping his hips against her!  The large
head continued to tease the back of her throat with the with each forward
stroke.

   "OOOO AAAAAAA HHHHH UUUUUU!!" croaked Jenny.

   Saliva started overflowing her lips, as she continued to sputter and
gag. The audience was now treated to the sight of thick streams of goo
trailing down her chin, and dangling down towards her pendulous, swinging
breasts.

   "Try humming dear.  Suck hard on it, and just humm the song! -ť

   Jenny wrapped her puckered lips tightly around the shaft, and began
humming the tune as best she could.  Her cheeks hollowed as she began
sucking, and now Sonja began forcing Jenny's head up and down on the shaft,
as she held it firmly by the base!

   "NNNNGGGG UUUNNNGGG MMMMMGGG!!!"

   She hummed, head bobbing back and forth quickly on the glistening wet
black cock!  This went on for quite a while until
finally,"UUUNNNGGEEECCCCKKK!!!"

   She began choking, as Sonja forced the shaft deeper yet!  She slipped it
back out of her mouth, as Jenny started to cough and gag against the
intrusion.  Sonja wrapped her arms around her in a warm embrace, and patted
her butt gently, until the coughing subsided.

   "You vere vonderful dear.  You have made me very happy!"

   Jenny and Sonja left the stage, drawing a standing ovation.  Many of the
men in the stadium were holding lighters aloft, chanting for more!  The
ringmaster took center stage, and began to wrap up the event, thanking
everyone for attending.  He also urged everyone to stop at the Children's
Hospital booth to make a small donation for the kids.  It was a record day
for the charity!

   The cast had gathered in the hallway backstage, and was busy
congratulating each other for their performances.  It was a fun experience
for Jenny, as she felt very much a part of the experience.  They were all
so nice to her, giving her big hugs and pats (some of the men were a little
too friendly, she thought!).  She had no memory of her performance, only a
feeling of satisfaction thanks to some whispered commands from Sonja.

   They finally made it back to the dressing room, and closed the door
against the hustle and bustle of the backstage throng.  Jenny let out a big
sigh, having successfully finished the ordeal relatively unscathed (wait
till she saw the pictures though!).  Her street clothes were waiting, along
with a beautiful arrangement of roses!  She couldn't help but smile, as she
read the nice card that accompanied the flowers.

   "Za crew asked me to invite you to za party tonight!" said Sonja.

   "They have never invited an outsider before!  It's quite a compliment.
Can you come dear?"

   Jenny started to make up an excuse for not attending.  She had far too
much excitement for one day already!  Her mind went momentarily blank, and
she looked around in confusion, having lost her train of thought.  It
seemed that Sonja was speaking to her, but she could not quite make out her
words.

   Jenny saw Sonja waiting for her to respond, with a quizzical expression
on her face.  Then she remembered her kind invitation.

   "I'd love to come!  What time should I be there?"

   She was very excited to be able to meet the whole cast!

   "Show up at eight o'clock sharp.  Here's a map, and another pill.  I
vant you to take it before you arrive.  Take a cab though, don't try to
drive!"

   Jenny nodded in agreement, paying close attention ti her instructions.
She tucked the pill and directions away in her purse, and finished
dressing.

   She hurried home, making a quick emergency appointment with her
hairdresser.  She was feeling adventurous, and allowed him a free hand with
the styling.  She ended up coiffed and curled, with her long blond hair
tied back in an elaborate bun.  Wispy tendrils of hair hung seductively
down over her forehead.  She was very pleased with the results, and tipped
him generously.

   She arrived home as her husband returned from work, and gave him a brief
recount of the days adventures (her memories of the event were strangely
quite G-rated!).  They shared a quick dinner together, and she told him
about the party.  He was disappointed not to be invited, though he
understood that it was for performers only.  She called for a cab,
explaining that she may want a drink or two, and didn't want to worry about
driving the car home.  He offered to drive, but she didn't want him waiting
up for her on a work night.  She showed him the map, so he would know where
she was.

   She picked out an elegant blue gown to wear, which brought out the
natural blue in her eyes.  It was conservatively styled, though hardly
prudish.  The fabric was exquisite, and was cut to a comfortable length,
allowing her freedom of movement.  She slipped on her favorite set of
underwear.  The bra was sturdy, giving her lots of support with its wide
straps.  The material was heavy enough to prevent any embarrassing nipple
exposure through her clothes.  The panties were simple, full cut white
cotton briefs.  She topped it off with a set of natural pantyhose and
matching pumps.

   The cab arrived right on time, honking from the driveway.  Jenny ran
into the kitchen, and gulped down the little blue "relaxing" pill that
Sonja had supplied.  She gave her husband a quick kiss, and ran out to the
cab.

   The party was in an upscale neighborhood on the west side of town, and
in about fifteen minutes, the cab pulled into a long circular driveway,
leading up to a large, ivy covered home.  She must have been early, as only
a few cars were parked out front.  A young man was there to open her door,
and lead her into the large, ornate foyer.  Jenny was starting to feel the
effects of the medication, as everything was starting to feel soft and
fuzzy around the edges.

   Sonja greeted her warmly at the door.  Again Jenny watched, as she
appeared to be speaking to her from a distance, the words not quite clear
enough to make out.

   "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding dear," said Sonja, as she led her by
the arm up a back staircase, to an upstairs bedroom.

   "You didn't need to get all dressed up.  I have an outfit for you to
wear!" Jenny looked puzzled.

   "I must have forgot what we discussed" Sonja moved behind her and
started to unzip her dress.

   Don't you remember telling me how you dreamed of being a groupie for the
performers?  By the vay, ve don't call them groupies.  Ve call them circus
sluts"!  You're the lucky girl tonight!"

   Jenny was quiet, as she struggled to remember the earlier conversation.

   "Tonight dear, you are za cocktail waitress.  You vill get to flirt vith
the performers, vile you are serving them drinks, and vatever else they
might vant, if you catch my meaning!  Now lets get you ready"

   Sonja clapped her hands together, and Jenny jumped to sudden attention.
She was standing naked in the small room, with her clothes draped over the
back of a chair.  Sonja stepped over to the closet, and selected a garment
off a hanger.

   "Let me help you vith the maid costume" she said, moving behind her. 
"Raise your arms up over your head, and suck your tummy in."

   Jenny did as instructed, watching herself in a full-length mirror
hanging on the wall.  Sonja slipped a black corset around her waist, and
began strapping it together up her back.  She applied a lot of pressure as
she went, eliciting small gasps from Jenny with every tug.  Jenny was
pleased to see that the corset only framed the bottom of her breasts,
allowing them to hang free.  As the final laces were tied off, her breasts
were thrust out proudly, with her large areola and nipples in prominent
display, swaying freely without support.  She wished that she owned such a
beautiful corset.  Maybe they will let me keep it, she thought to herself.

   Garter straps dangled down from the waist of the corset, which was cut
up high enough to barely cover her belly button, as it tightly cinched her
already narrow waist.  Her shoulders were left bare, but Sonja helped her
into long silky gloves, extending well above her elbows.  A black leather
choker strap was buckled around her neck.  It had a small silver loop
dangling off the front.

   Next she slipped on the stockings that Sonja handed her.  She was
pleased to see that they were made of pure silk, with dark seams running up
the back of each leg.  She loved the feel of the smooth, tight silk, and
she began to feel her most private areas begin to tingle with anticipation.
She attached the garter straps, and admired herself in the mirror, looking
over her shoulder.  Her bare ass looked so sleazy framed by the seamed
stockings and tightly lace corset.  She bent forward at the waist to
accentuate the look, and felt a small wave of pleasure as Sonja ran her
hand over her rounded cheeks, following the cleft down to cover her moist
sex.  She pressed a finger up between her outer lips, and Jenny watched in
the mirror as she slowly withdrew her hand, and brought the finger up to
her mouth, licking it slowly with her tongue, staring all the while back
into Jenny's eye's.

   "My, you are the perfect slut, aren't you!" Sonja said with a wicked
smile, giving her ass a playful pat.

   Jenny felt pleasurable warmth spread through her body with the
compliment, and she hungered for more, as she bent over even deeper.

   "Save it dear, there's plenty more to come!  Slip this on"

   She handed her a frilly black skirt.

   "Oh rats, do I have to wear it? -ť She said, giving her ass another
wiggle!

   "Put it on dear!  Just make sure that you give za men lots of peeks!"

   Jenny gave a little giggle, as she stepped into the short skirt, pulling
it up to her waist.  It had several layers of fluffy fabric, giving it a
full appearance.  She noticed with satisfaction that it barely covered her
privates, and if anything, made her look even more sexy.  Sonja was so
smart, she thought to herself.

   "I don't have to wear underwear, do I?" asked Jenny.

   "Of course not, dear!  Not unless you vant to, that is!"

   Jenny gave a delighted little hop, and clapped her hands together with
glee.

   "Heck No!" she exclaimed.

   She then slipped on a pair of black, high heeled, open strapped sandals,
admiring the way her posture was transformed in the mirror.

   "Now for the last touch.  Come over hear darling!" motioned Sonja, as
she pulled a silver tray down from the top of the closet.

   She held the back edge of the bright tray up against Jenny's narrow
waist.  It had an inward curve, which conformed to her waistline, partially
wrapping around.  Sonya pulled two straps, which were attached to the front
of the corset, through matching slots in the back edge of the tray,
fastening it in place against her waist.  Then she drew a delicate chain
attached to the front left corner of the tray up through the loop at her
neck.  She stretched it down to the opposite corner, clipping it in place
once she had the tray leveled to her satisfaction.

   "Very nice dear, you vill be za perfect slut hostess!" she said, giving
Jenny's nipple a slight tweak.

   Another jolt passed through her body as she gazed at her reflection,
feeling the nipple begin to stiffen.  Sonja began attending to her make-up,
highlighting her eyes, lips and cheeks.  She gave her a theatrical
appearance, rather then a look you would normally see on the street.  She
even rouged her nipples, scandalously highlighting and accentuating their
look!

   "Now go downstairs and start taking orders!  The bartenders name is
Jeff, and if asked, your name is of course slut Jenny!"

   She gave her a pat on the butt, and directed her back through the door,
and out into the hall.  Jenny could hear conversation and laughing coming
from downstairs, as the guests must have arrived while she was getting
ready.  Gathering her courage, she set off down the winding stairs, and
felt all eyes fall upon her, as the buzz of conversation dropped to a
whisper.  Scattered applause broke out as she was recognized, and she
blushed deeply underneath the makeup, continuing down the stairway.

   She noticed the bartender waving her over at the back of the room, and
started to thread her way through back to him.  She had never felt so alive
sexually, as she moved along between strangers, her heavy breasts
prominently on display.  Normally the attention she was getting would have
paralyzed her with embarrassment, but thanks to Sonja's transformation, the
attention was feeding directly into her libido.  She felt like a cat in
heat, as she swayed across the room, drinking up the attention.

   She approached the bar, and moved between two men seated in front,
leaning their elbows on the padded edge of the small counter.  Jeff was
standing behind the bar surveying her with approval evident in his eyes.

   "Set your tray up on top of the bar here" as he spread the guys drinks
apart, and wiped the surface with a clean, white towel.

   Jenny looked down, but didn't see a way to unhook the tray.  Thinking
the situation over, she saw a solution.  Grasping the front edge of the
bar, she carefully raised one leg, and hooked it into the lower rung of the
stool on her right side.  She shifted her weight onto that foot, and raised
her other leg up, hooking that foot onto the rung of the stool on her left.
She now leaned forward, till the silver tray settled down on the center of
the counter.  Her breasts swayed seductively over the platter.

   "How's this?" she asked him with a wicked grin on her face.

   Her bare ass was now thrust high behind, with her legs widely spread on
the stools.  She was delighted to hear gasps of amazement from those
closely around her!

   She dared not turn her head around, as she felt a tentative hand placed
against the tender inside of her thigh.  The Barkeeper started to place
several items on her tray, as she looked down.  Sensing no objection, the
hand started to slowly stroke her thigh, up and down, stopping just short
of her clean-shaven mound.  On the next up-stroke of the hand, she bobbed
her hips down and over, making sure that this time he reached her vulva. 
She sighed through parted lips, as she felt him now boldly slip a finger
easily into her well-lubricated vagina.  She tightly clenched her pelvic
muscles, trapping his finger, and began to rotate her hips in small circles
against his hand.  She heard comments of delight and encouragement coming
from the knot of people who had gathered around to take in the action!

   She was brought back to attention by the voice of the bartender.

   "You can take the appetizers around to the guests now, Jenny."

   Reluctantly, she stepped down from the stools, flashing a big smile to
her new friend.  Her pussy was still tingling with pleasure, as the feel of
his finger lingered on.  The tray hung heavily from her neck, and she
scanned the contents.  Much of the tray was obscured by her full breasts,
but she could see a can of whipped cream, squirt bottles of honey and
chocolate syrup, some bananas, as well as more traditional hors d'oeuvres.

   The first few people she passed merely selected a few of the proffered
cracker snacks on the tray.  They took advantage of the opportunity though,
to brush up against her breasts while selecting their snacks!  One lady
waved her away, snickering as she gave her a "once-over" appraisal.  The
next two men, however, helped themselves to the squirt bottles of syrup. 
They squeezed generous streams of the thick, viscous syrups onto her
breasts, and began eagerly lapping it up!  She closed her eyes and moaned
with pleasure, enjoying the sensations they were providing.  They both
began suckling on her nipples, while thoroughly cleaning up the rest of the
mess.

   Disappointedly, she watched as they straighten up and thanked her,
returning to their earlier conversation.  She continued making her rounds,
her breasts now swollen and glistening.  The next group of men must have
been watching, as they also went for the bottles, ignoring the snacks.  One
of the men dropped to his knees though, and disappeared under her tray! 
She felt him bury his face into her groin, and she widened her stance to
allow him better access with his eager tongue!  She had two other men at
her breasts, each lavishing attention with their hands and mouths at will
on them.

   All too soon, once again she was released to continue her wandering,
next stopping in front of a small group of women.  Two selected only
crackers, but the third reached out and picked up a banana, which she
slowly peeled, all the while maintaining eye contact with Jenny.  She ran
her tongue around her full lips seductively.  She brought the peeled fruit
up to her mouth, and slowly drew it in beyond her puckered lips, about
halfway down its length.  Her cheeks hollowed, as she began sucking it like
a stiff cock.  Her eyes never left her.  She withdrew it slowly, still in
one piece.  With a sweet, sexy grin playing across her face, she directed
it towards Jenny's waiting lips.  She eagerly received the offering,
allowing the woman to push the fruit in deeply to the base of her throat.
She then picked up the bottle of chocolate syrup, and began stroking the
banana back and forth in her mouth.  Holding the bottle aloft, she trickled
the syrup over it, as she continued the slow, deep rhythm.  Jenny could now
taste the sweet syrup on the shaft of the banana, as it played back and
forth across her tongue.  Much of the syrup was smearing around the outside
of her mouth and chin.  The lady then shoved the shaft in deeply, and
pulled her hand away, leaving the balance of the banana protruding out of
her mouth.  She leaned forward, and took the free end within her own lips,
drawing down until she was pressed tightly up against Jenny, mouth to
mouth!

   She hungrily sucked against her lips, biting down on the fruit, but
keeping her lips puckered and pressed up against her.  The lady's tongue
began playing all across her mouth and chin, and her saliva, thickly mixed
with banana pulp, was smeared all across Jenny's face!  The lady forced her
tongue into Jenny's mouth, pressing against the remaining shaft of the
banana.  This drew a small gag from Jenny, as she involuntarily swallowed
down on the shaft, causing it to squirt forward.  The lady continued to
suck it out of Jenny's mouth, again biting down, and smearing the pulp
messily around her face, back and forth!  She finally pulled away, chewing
on the remainder of the banana.  She was smiling like the cat that ate the
canary, as she surveyed Jenny's appearance.  She bent over towards her, and
wiped her face clean against the swollen breasts, rubbing back and forth
across the firm flesh, as they swayed back and forth!

   Jenny quickly returned to the bartender, feeling the mess smeared all
over her upper body and face.  She stepped around the bar, and he wiped her
face off with a clean towel.  He gingerly removed the remaining items from
the tray, as they were now also splattered with the pulpy mess.

   There was a small, waist high pass-through opening in the wall behind
the bar, which opened to the kitchen and sink area in the back room.  She
could here the noise of washers and the clatter of plates and silverware
coming through the opening, now that she was nearby.  The bartender began
passing the bottles and plates from her tray through the opening, where
another set of hands was taking it away.  She jumped, as he suddenly
sprayed her breasts with a quick spurt of water from the drink hose
dispenser on the back of the bar.  He then carefully and thoroughly toweled
off her breasts and chest.

   Unhooking the chain in the corner of the tray, he pulled it through her
collar, and let it fall down.  He unsnapped the corset harness, releasing
the messy tray from her costume.

   "Pass it back to the dish boy, Jenny" he said, as he turned to serve
someone just walking up to the bar.

   She took hold of the tray, and held it out inside the opening as far as
she could.  No one took the platter from her.

   She bent her head down to the top of the pass through to peek in, and
said, "Excuse me, could someone take the plate?"

   Still nothing happened.  Frowning, she bent over all the way, and leaned
in through the opening, with her elbows resting on the bottom ledge, hands
still gripped to the tray.  It was a tight fit, and her shoulders were now
scrunched together.

   She could see a teenager washing plates at a large stainless steel sink
in the middle of the bright room, standing sideways to her.  It was part of
a long stainless steel work area, with neatly organized cooking utensils
and accessories.  There were white walls and a spotless quarry tile floor,
giving it a very clean look.  The boy was wearing earphones, which were
plugged in to a personal CD player clipped to his belt.  He was wearing a
white uniform under a clean apron, tied behind his back.  He was bobbing
his head along with whatever tune he was listening to, not even realizing
she was there.

   "HELLO!" she yelled over the noise, as she leaned in further yet and
waved the plate back and forth to catch his eye.

   Unbeknownst to her, she had attracted the attention of the small group
of men gathered around the bar, as well as the bartender.  Even he had
turned around, and was standing there with arms folded, lustfully eyeing
her upturned ass wiggling in the air as she attempted to get the attention
of the dishwasher!

   The boy looked her way, finally catching the motion.  He took a step
towards her, stretching out his left arm for the tray, keeping his other
arm submerged in the sink, supporting something under the soapy water.  He
was still a foot short from reaching the tray, so Jenny squeezed in through
the opening to close the distance between them.  Several things happened at
once.  First, Jenny felt her skirt being lifted up over her bare ass, and
she realized the view she must be providing to the dining room guests!  As
this realization hit, her bare breasts cleared the ledge, and tumbled out
inside the kitchen, much to the boy's delight!  Next, she felt the
unmistakable sensation of the head of an erect penis being brushed up and
down across her privates, finally coming to center poised against her moist
vagina!

   "Whoa!" she cried, as the firm shaft plunged in up to her womb!  She was
now pinned up against the opening, exposing her complete upper body to the
boy in the kitchen, with her breasts swaying with the motion of the cock
now buried deep within her.

   The boy dropped whatever he had been supporting in the sink with a thud
and splash, and walked up to her, wiping his hands off on his apron, She
could see his eyes glued to her heaving chest, as he swallowed heavily. 
His hands were shaking, as he slowly and tentatively cupped her large
bosom, massaging her sensitive flesh.  He realized she was either unable or
unwilling to resist.  Gaining confidence, he reached behind his back with
one hand, untying the apron and casting it aside with a flourish.

   The boy released her breast, and reached down quickly to his belt, his
fingers fumbling as he rushed.  He snatched his pants open, and dragged out
his already erect penis, standing proudly at attention.  He grasped the
back of her neck, dragging her face down towards his throbbing penis.  She
grasped his hips to support her upper body, and plunged deeply down on his
waiting organ, drawing a gasp of pleasure from his lips.  She was drunk
with lust, hungrily working the rock hard cock deep within her throat.  The
man plunging behind her started to spasm, as he locked his hips hard up
against her ass, depositing spurt after spurt of his pent up load into her
tender cavity.  She clenched her pelvis down tightly on him, helping to
milk all the fluid she could.

   The young boy didn't have a chance of lasting!  He was grinding his hips
hard up against her face while cupping her huge breasts in both hands,
helping to support her weight, as he squeezed and groped.  She began to
gag, and the spasms in her throat sent him over the edge.  He shot his load
directly into her waiting mouth, as she helped to extend his orgasm with
firm strokes of her tongue to the underside of his shaft, her mouth never
leaving his swollen organ!





  
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   Jenny Goes To Court by Jenluvr

   Jenny was excited.

   She had received the summons for jury duty last month -"-it had come
along with her new Victoria's Secret catalogue.  As a matter of fact, she
had eagerly pored over the extensive selection of frilly underthings and
lacy lingerie, looking for something alluring to serve as foundation for
the conservative suit she was planning for court.  It had long been a
fantasy of hers to stride seriously into a courtroom looking every bit as
professional and businesslike as the barristers and legal eagles that
frequent America's halls of justice, but knowing that underneath her
outerwear was a complement of scintillatingly sexy lingerie that would
prompt even the most stoic and reverent judge to make a tent of his robe.

   She could picture it: She'd be sitting there in the jury box, her outer
attire duly reverent and dignified, her short, tight skirt her sole visible
concession to sexiness.  Only she (and maybe her husband John) would know
that underneath her black silk designer blouse were two firm, full globes
of soft, pillowy flesh, nestled in the confines of a blue see-through bra
through which her saucer-sized aureola and half-inch-long nipples could
easily be seen.  She would cross and uncross her legs frequently, knowing
that any number of male ears would perk up immediately at the hissing sound
made by one stocking-clad limb as it rubbed against the other, and maybe
allowing some lucky attorney, judge, or well-hung juror to witness the tops
of her full-fashioned stockings -"-perhaps even offering a quick flash of
the fat little mound of flesh that pouted from between the vee of her
toned, tanned thighs.

   She would be pantyless, of course -"-that would be the icing on the cake
of a deliciously naughty fantasy...and Jenny had finally gotten the
opportunity to bring it to life!  In reality, Jenny knew that she'd never
be able to carry out such a bawdy, irreverent scenario, but she liked to
engage in fantasies every now and then, as they were quite harmless, and
even a healthy boon to her sex life, according to Cosmopolitan magazine.

   She did like wearing sexy underthings, though, and as her husband always
encouraged her to indulge her predilections to purchase that particular
type of attire, she accommodated those urges on a fairly regular basis.

   Now Jenny was relaxing in one of the big leather chairs in Millie's
salon, "The Best Little Hairhouse in Springfield," getting herself suitably
coiffed for her civil stint, which was slated for the following day.  As
she had scheduled her appointment for late in the day, most of the other
clients were already gone.  She squirmed slightly in her seat.  Just the
thought that she was only one day away from bringing her long-awaited
semi-erotic scenario to life caused Jenny to rub her thighs together in
sexual anticipation, and a syrupy trickle begin to seep from her cunt and
dampen her pussy lips.  Her eyes were half-closed, and her ruminations had
distracted her conscious mind from the social consideration of feminine
etiquette.

   This fact was especially evident to the gentleman sitting directly
across from her, who had been waiting patiently for his mother to return
from Millie's back room, where she was being given her bimonthly wash,
rinse, and set.  That morning Jenny had donned a powder-blue, button-down,
double-knit sweater, a short, black miniskirt, black patent-leather pumps,
and at the last minute, she had decided to slide on her full-fashioned
stockings recently arrived from Victoria's -"-just to see what they felt
like before she put them to their intended use on her court-day.

   "I'll give them a trial run," she had thought, giggling to herself, as
she attached the straps of her crimson garter belt to the tops of her
coffee-colored nylons.

   She had wanted to get a sense of how she was going to feel in the jury
box- -"at least from the waist down.  And because her skirt was really too
short to be worn without underwear, she had decided on a compromise and
slipped on the crotchless black silk panties her husband had bought her for
Valentine's Day that year.

   Finally, after some consideration, she had shed her bra, surmising that
the knit of the sweater was really thick enough to preserve her womanly
modesty, although her heavy 38DD's swayed noticeably with the slightest
movement of her upper torso, and the feeling of the knit material rubbing
against her bare nipples had caused them to spring erect even before she
had finished fastening the last button.

   Now Jenny was sitting, half-enthralled by her fantasy, while one of
Millie's girls fussed over her silky blond locks.  As she relaxed, her
knees parted slightly, and her admirer from across the way caught a glimpse
of the stocking tops that were stretched tautly over Jenny's upper thighs.
He immediately appropriated the nearest magazine, Women's View, opened it,
and placed it over his lap in an effort to cover the telltale bulge that
signaled the awakening of his manhood.  He glanced up at the stylist, but
she was concentrating on Jenny's pretty blond curls and appeared oblivious
to the fact that Jenny had inadvertently assumed a somewhat immodest
position.

   Calmly removing his glasses, he took out his handkerchief and gave his
spectacles a quick swipe so that his view would be clear and unobstructed.
He also snuck a surreptitious glance around him and realized that besides
himself, Jenny and her stylist were alone in the front of the salon. 
Satisfied that the activity would be unnoticed, he moved his chair a little
closer to Jenny's in order to further improve his viewing position.  A
confirmed voyeur since childhood, he knew all the tricks and recognized
this as a prime opportunity to engage in his favorite avocation.  Once he
settled back and returned his focus to the issue in question, namely, the
area between Jenny's legs, he emitted a gasp that would have been easily
audible to the room were it not for the low roar of the blow dryer being
used on Jenny's curls.

   Jenny's long eyelashes were fluttering slightly as her prurient daydream
began to overtake her consciousness.  A slight flush had reddened her
cheeks, and her brightly painted crimson lips were opening slightly as she
slowly lost awareness of her surroundings.  Her legs had now spread apart
about several more inches, and her skirt had ridden about halfway up her
thighs.

   The salon's sole male occupant noted how the fabric of her miniskirt
stretched taut across her shimmering, nylon-covered limbs.  Attentive to
every detail of the mesmerizing scene he was witnessing, he realized that
he could now see both lower and upper bands of the stocking tops encasing
Jenny's smooth and creamy upper thighs.  In addition, because of the
high-grade fluorescents in the salon, he was able to just make out the dark
thatch of hairy heaven that her crotchless panties did nothing to cover. 
And (oh, joy!) if he slouched a bit in his chair and tipped his head a
little to the side, he could even glimpse the upper part of her slit! 
Jenny's fantasy had begun to have a visibly erotic effect on her- -"our
voyeuristic friend could actually see a few drops of pussy juice glistening
on the hair of her pretty little cunt.

   "Oh, my God!" he thought, his heartbeat quickening.  "She's not wearing
panties!"

   Poor Jenny was completely oblivious to the salacious scene she was
creating.  Half-dreaming now, she was imagining herself in the middle of a
rather extreme and lascivious version of her fantasy.  In it a handsome
attorney was unable to focus on the particulars of his case -"-the exhibit
Jenny was presenting was rapidly eclipsing all others in the courtroom. 
She was perched daintily on the edge of her seat in the front row of the
jury box, her legs planted about a foot apart.  She was feigning a search
for something in her purse, which was on her lap.  As she pulled it closer
to her, she allowed its weight to drag her skirt high above her knees,
spreading her legs a little more.

   From his vantage point in front of the jury box, the attorney for the
plaintiff was being treated to an exquisite view of Jenny's garter-clad
twat, which was framed between two shapely limbs sheathed in charcoal-black
hose.  Her labia were gaping and glistening with moisture.  The lucky
lawyer's cock was now knocking quite persistently on its zippered door, and
a small spot of pre-cum began to stain the gabardine slacks of his $800
Armani suit.

   Jenny, observing the legal eagle's reaction out of the corner of her
eye, exacerbated the sexual situation by propping her legs on the rail in
front of the jury box, ostensibly to facilitate her search.  This afforded
the barrister an even more obscene visual depiction: Jenny's legs were now
spread wide, and the straps of her garter stretched taut across her upper
thighs as they struggled to maintain their grip on her nylons.

   The lawyer, who had now moved closer to Jenny, could see not only the
furry mound of her pussy but the crack of her juicy ass as well, which she
was grinding lasciviously against the cushion of her seat.  The meaty lips
of her pussy had begun to drip with her juices, and the dark brown nub of
her clitoris was now protruding obscenely from the folds of her cunt.

   "Oops, dropped my pencil," she whispered, making direct eye contact with
the randy advocate.

   Rising and turning away from him, she slowly bent over from the waist,
allowing her skirt to rise to the top of her hips.  The jurors behind her
were treated to a fantastic frontal view as her low-cut blouse dropped away
from her breasts, revealing the cavernous cleavage of her melon-sized tits,
which were dangling and jiggling freely in an obscenely arousing display.
The rubbery nipples swung slowly back and forth as Jenny feigned a
protracted search for a nonexistent pencil.  In the meantime, the attorney
behind her was leering at a shifting, pear-shaped behind wantonly festooned
in a crimson garter belt and shimmering silk stockings.  Pencil-thin garter
straps interrupted the smooth texture of Jenny's voluptuous ass cheeks, and
her furry pussy was peeping out from between the back of her thighs.

   Squirming and sliding down farther in the salon chair, Jenny began to
breathe more rapidly as the next phase of her fantasy took shape.

   "Young lady!  exclaimed an indignant voice.

   It was the judge.

   Jenny turned quickly and acknowledged the authority with a look of
wide-eyed innocence.

   "Yes, Your Honor?" she responded in a tone that was somehow polite and
sexy at the same time.

   "Young lady, your courtroom deportment is simply deplorable.  Please
approach the bench."

   "Yes sir, Your Honor, Jenny replied, and walked slowly toward the
judge's dais, breasts bouncing and hips swinging seductively.

   Stepping up onto the platform on which the judge was sitting, she stood
beside him and leaned over next to him, resting her elbows on his desk.

   "Young lady, I said,  -~Approach the bench,' not  -~Approach me!'"
admonished the judge through gritted teeth.

   "I'm so sorry," Jenny apologized, leaning in toward the judge, allowing
the pointy tips of her magnificent knockers to graze his arm.

   "I know ignorance of the law is no excuse, but this is my first time
serving the court, and I'm not sure how things are supposed to go here.  I
would never do anything to disrespect America's judicial system.  No, no,
no!"

   With that, she shook her head vigorously, which had the effect of
shifting her torso back and forth slowly, causing her rock-hard nipples to
rub up and down the judge's arm through the thin, filmy material of her
blouse.

   "I should certainly...uh...hope not!" answered the judge.

   A thin film of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

   "But for future reference, just let me apprise you of the severe
penalties this state levies against those who display contempt for its
court..."

   While the judge was speaking, he allowed his free hand to wander onto
Jenny's right calf and began to rub it slowly up and down the nylon-covered
limb.  As he recited a legal litany of judicial jargon, his hand worked its
way slowly up Jenny's leg, finally moving onto the soft, warm flesh of her
inner thigh.

   "I'm so sorry, Your Honor, "Jenny insisted earnestly, her breaths coming
in hitches as the judge's fingers continued to crawl slowly upward, an
index finger finally brushing against a wet cunt lip.

   "Oh, but Your Honor!...I...I..."

   The judge was now staring at the quivering flesh of Jenny's heaving
boobs, and Jenny's eyes began to glaze over as his fingers massaged the
soft, yielding flesh of her cunt.

   "Counselor, approach!" he ordered, and Jenny bit the curve of her
forefinger as two of the judge's bony fingers wormed their way into her
dripping wet pussy.

    -śWhat do you think is a fitting punishment for this recalcitrant
citizen?"

   The lawyer Jenny's vivid imagination had conjured up could take it no
more.

   "This, Your Honor!" he retorted, rushing up behind Jenny.

   All deliberations completed, he dove face-first into the fleshy paradise
of Jenny's inviting nether regions.  Jenny's hips began to buck madly as
the horny barrister put his silver tongue to good use, slurping and probing
her juicy slit for all he was worth.  The other jurors gaped open-mouthed
as her swaying, braless boobs bounced wildly in response to the lawyer's
carnal cross-examination...



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   Jenny's Legal Adventure by Capstick

   Jenny had been employed at the law firm of Sutton, Marsh and Turner for
the last six months.  She had hired in as a receptionist, having no
previous legal experience in her resume.  She realized she was hired for
her looks, and the first impression she would create for the clients of the
firm.  Coworkers mentioned that all past receptionists were attractive,
busty girls as well.  The firm was very good about promoting from within,
and Jenny had jumped at the opportunity.  She was treated first rate and
professionally by everyone there, and had only last week been promoted to
Mr.  Sutton's personal assistant!  Her treatment was no doubt aided by the
fact that the firm specialized in defending against sexual harassment
cases, and was very aware of today's litigious climate in the workplace.

   Today was her first opportunity to accompany Mr.  Sutton to a workshop
he was conducting at the headquarters of Molly-Barnett, Inc.  They were
major clients of the firm, having their corporate offices downtown.  There
were 156 employees in these offices alone, of mixed gender.  With that many
people working so closely together, incidents were bound to occur.  The
firm had found their workshops to have tremendous success in lowering
complaints for their clients.  While costly, they were certainly far less
expensive then lawsuits!

   Following her promotion, Jenny had splurged on a few extra ensembles to
fill out her wardrobe.  Today she selected a new, powder blue skirt and
jacket set she had found at Nordstroms.  The skirt was cut very
conservatively, extending well below her knees.

   "You'd think I would have remembered some new pantyhose while I was
out!" she chastised herself, while digging through her underwear drawer.

   She remembered the run she had gotten in her last good pair on Friday.
In the meantime, she slipped on some over the calf hose.  She would stop at
a store on the way in to work to pick a pair up.  She slipped the skirt up
her naked hips, enjoying the feel of the delicate fabric against her bare
skin.

   She had selected a sheer white blouse to complete the outfit.  The
salesgirl had recommended she wear a lacy camisole underneath the blouse,
rather then her usual industrial strength bra.  Since the thin material was
so transparent, whatever she wore underneath made as big a fashion
statement as the blouse itself.  Now examining herself in the mirror, she
had to admit that it was a very fashionable look, though more risquĂ(C)
then her normal tastes ran.  The camisoles lacy dĂ(C)colletage exposed a
generous amount of cleavage, which was very apparent through the thin
material of the blouse.  Her large nipples were much in evidence,
unhindered by the conservative bras she normally wore.  Her matching jacket
would offer her the coverage she needed though, as she slipped it over her
shoulders.  Finishing the outfit off with new coral pumps, she had to admit
that she looked like a high priced lawyer herself!

   As she walked out to the car, she felt quite naked, despite the fact
that she wore very conservative apparel.  Her pendulous breasts were
swaying back and forth against the silk camisole, tickling her now swollen
nipples.  Starting up the car, she glanced at the LED clock display on the
radio, and was disturbed to see her normal safety net of time had somehow
evaporated!  She had spent way too much time fussing with her make-up!

   Driving to the offices downtown, she stopped at a large chain
convenience store just around the corner from the lot.  There was a tree
display of hose in the corner that she remembered seeing in the past, and
she hurried right over to it.  Sadly, she saw that the rack was badly
picked over, and all that remained were plus sizes!  Cursing her luck, she
returned to the car, trying to recall another near-by store.  Seeing that
she was now officially two minutes late already, she decided to go without,
as she pulled into the lot, and found an empty spot towards the back. 
Perhaps she would be able to sneak out during the day to find a pair.

   Bouncing through the lot, she was grateful for the coverage that her
suit allowed.  She could feel her swinging breasts tugging against the thin
straps of the camisole, as she jogged up the steps to the front doors of
the office building.  Minutes later she arrived at the fifth floor suite of
offices that the law firm operated from.  She went straight to Mr. 
Sutton's office, skipping her normal cup of coffee and office gossip with
the rest of the assistants.



   "Good morning!" said Mr.  Sutton, looking up as she entered.

   "Good Morning!" she answered breathlessly, having half-run since leaving
the car.

   Mr.  Sutton was in his early 50's, and a very distinguished looking man,
radiating self-confidence.  He was something over six feet tall, and kept
himself very fit.  He had neatly trimmed salt and pepper hair, a square jaw
and bright blue eyes.

   "Grab a cup of Java, Jenny," he said, glancing at his watch.  "We still
have a few minutes."

   Returning with a mug of coffee, she pulled out the chair in front of his
burnished mahogany desk.  He was standing behind, with rolled-up
shirtsleeves and a loosened tie, flipping through a stack of papers placed
neatly on the desktop.

   "Take your coat off and stay a while!" he said, with a charming smile,
not even glancing up from the papers.

   With a slight blush, she demurely slipped her coat off, quickly sitting
down in the chair.

   "Since this.." he started to say, pausing as his vision rose up from the
papers to Jenny, seated in front of him.

   Jenny felt his eyes stop at her chest.  She had always dressed very
conservatively in the office, and this was probably the first time he
realized how stacked she truly was!  She dropped her head, hiding a narrow
grin.

   "I'm sorry, I lost my train of thought!" he said, sitting down with a
shake of his head.   -śIt's hell getting old!"

   Jenny shifted in the chair, and nonchalantly crossed her arms to cover
her chest.

   "We don't have much time to go over this," he said, checking his
wristwatch.  "Meenashi has always assisted on these workshops, but I
thought it would be a good idea to train someone else just in case.  Just
between you and me, I think she may feel a bit threatened!  I tried to
reassure her, but she seemed a bit put off.  If she acts funny towards you,
that's probably why!  It won't be anything personal."

   He reached across his desk, and punched a button on the large phone
counsel.

   "Meenashi, we're ready whenever you are."

   "I'll be right over" she answered, and he broke the connection.

   "I'm excited for the opportunity, but I don't want to disrupt your
operation!  Maybe it would be better if I didn't come along," offered
Jenny.

   "Don't be silly," he answered, as he rolled down his sleeves and
straightened his tie.  "I run things around this office, not her!  She
knows this is our biggest client, so I'm sure she'll be very professional!"

   "Take good notes today, she will probably just have you observe the
workshop."

   He stood, and walked over to the coat rack, slipping into his suit
jacket.  Meenashi walked into the office with a big smile.  She was a
beautiful oriental lady, with long, silky brown hair and a flawless
complexion.  She carried a briefcase in one hand, and a leather wardrobe
bag slung over her left shoulder.  She was wearing a conservative, dove
gray pantsuit.

   "O.K.  lady's, let's get the show on the road!" he said, as he moved
around the desk.

   Jenny rose from the chair and turned around, seeing Meenashi's eyebrows
arch as her breasts swayed under the sheer material.  She slipped her
jacket back on, and followed them out of the office.

   "How you like new position, Miss Jenny?" asked Meenashi, as they waited
for Mr.  Sutton to retrieve his Mercedes from the underground parking
beneath the office building.

   "To be honest, I'm still not very comfortable!" she answered. 
"Everyone's been very nice, but I still don't know much about what I should
be doing.  I hate having to ask all the time!"

   Meenashi nodded her head in agreement.

   "I know what you mean.  I help you with today's meeting just fine! 
Always smile, and follow my lead.  We help out Mr.  Sutton real good!"

   Jenny was happily surprised that she was being so helpful.  She expected
to be told to sit in the back row and keep quiet!

   "Thank you so much!  I feel better already!" said Jenny.

   "Mr.  Sutton never replace me after today!" thought Meenashi, as she
gave the stupid cow a polite smile.

   Upon reaching the offices of Molly-Barnett, they were directed into a
large conference hall on the first floor.  Facing a podium at the front of
the room, were five rows of long wood tables, with six leather chairs
behind each row.  The room seated a total of thirty individuals, plus the
speakers.  The floor was carpeted, and had acoustical ceiling tiles
overhead, so the sound quality from the podium was very good.  One wall was
filled with tinted glass windows overlooking a courtyard in the center of
the structure, so the room seemed bright and airy.  There were pitchers of
water and glasses on each table, along with fresh pads of paper and
corporate pens.  A name placard was at each station, identifying the
workshop participants.  Behind the podium were a large easel and three
stools.

   The room was buzzing with chatter as they entered, but quickly died down
as they made their way to the front lectern.  Mr.  Sutton stepped directly
behind the podium; Meenashi and Jenny each took a stool to the side.

   "Thanks for having us today" he said, gazing confidently around the
room. "My name is Jim Sutton, and with me today is my assistant Jenny
Richards, and our corporate training officer Meenashi Sato.  I am with the
firm of Sutton, Marsh and Engal.  We represent your company in all legal
issues, and have greatly appreciated our relationship with Mr.  Barnett
over the years."

   "The purpose of this workshop is to discuss the issue of sexual
harassment in the workplace.  I want to first make clear that the timing of
this seminar has not been caused by any incidents with your organization!
We can't ignore today's business climate, however, with respect to this
serious issue.  We have seen a rise in the incidence of legal claims and
actions of almost 300 per cent over the last ten years alone!  Now human
behavior has not changed over this time period to cause this.  Rather the
scrutiny of our behavior as managers from our employees has increased.  We
hope to safeguard you, as well as your company, from having to confront
this issue in a courtroom."

   "Now I like to break up my boring presentations with some live examples.
I think it really helps drive the point home, when you can see actual case
history, and the problems that can occur.  One such example came to mind
just an hour or so ago" he said, shifting his attention to his helpers. 
"Meenashi, help Jenny off with her jacket."

   She slipped off the stool and stepped behind Jenny, helping her out of
the coat.  She carefully folded it up, and placed it on the front corner of
the first desk.

   "Now I hope you all will agree with me that Jenny is a very beautiful
young lady."

   There was a murmuring of agreement from the room.  Jenny could feel her
nipples stiffening under her folded arms.

   "I think I am safe with that statement.  What really captured my
attention this morning, though, was the fashionable blouse she chose to
wear with her outfit.  Stand up, and let them see your blouse, Jenny!"

   Reluctantly, she slipped off the stool, and dropped her arms loosely to
her sides.  She could see some of the women in the room whispering to each
other (no doubt with catty comments!).  Her nipples were now at full
attention, jutting out prominently through the wispy fabric.  The faint
outline of her dark aureole was shadowed underneath.

   "I would be walking a dangerous tightrope if I commented on how
attractive I believed that her lacy camisole was" he continued.  He left
the podium, and walked up to her side.  "I think everyone should recognize
though, that if I did this.."

   Reaching out, he trailed his hand down the front of her blouse, flicking
her left nipple as he brushed over it, "I would be crossing over an
important line, even if I was simply commenting on the silkiness of her
blouse!"

   "But Jim, I don't see the problem with complementing her attire!" said
one of the men in back.

   "Show us what you mean, then Henry," he answered, reading the name off
the placard on the desk.

   He motioned for Henry to join them.  The man rose, and worked his way up
to Jenny's side.

   "I can see how groping would be a problem!" he reached out and grasped
her breasts, making no attempt at guile.

   The room erupted with muffled laughs.

   "But casually brushing her blouse while commenting on its texture
shouldn't be an issue."

   He relaxed his clutch of her breasts, and began softly stroking the
fabric covering her right nipple.  She stood mute, totally at a loss as to
how she should respond.

   "In an actual office setting, you would be placing yourself into a
compromised position, totally dependent on the perception of the
individuals involved.  Ninety-nine times out of a hundred you would be
risking a reprisal.  Would you be threatened by his actions, Jenny?"

   He unclipped the microphone from the podium, and held it up to her face,
while Henry continued his ministrations.

   "Well," she cleared her throat, as she found herself having difficulty
speaking.  "I guess if he innocently brushed against me I wouldn't object,
but the intentional rubbing would be a problem," she answered in a soft
voice.

   "Thank you for your help Henry" said Jim, and the man reluctantly turned
away, heading back for his seat.

   "But don't you think that she is inviting the attention with her style
of dress?" asked the lone women in the group, seated in the front row. 
"Her nipples are plain as day!  It's obvious she wants the attention!"

   Jenny's face turned bright red, as the noise level rose in agreement.

   "I don't agree at all," said Jim.  "I would think it is just a very
trendy look.  Now on the other hand, I would agree with you if she wearing
simply the camisole.  Why don't you show them the difference, Jenny!"

   She felt all eyes fall on her, as a breathless anticipation seemed to
come over the room.  You could hear a pin drop, as she slowly began
unbuttoning the blouse, turning her back to the group.  Meenashi pulled the
blouse up from under her skirt, and then helped slip it off her shoulders.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, and turned around to again face
the room of onlookers.  Meenashi neatly folded up the blouse, crossing over
to place it on top of her jacket, before returning to her stool behind
Jenny.

   Jim covered the microphone with his hand.

   "Drop your arms," he said in a soft voice, his lips barely moving,
maintaining his politicians smile to the room.  "NOW it could be argued
that she is inviting attention with her attire.  The brief camisole draped
off her hanging breasts, allowing her bare belly to show above her skirt.
The lacy top border of the garment was supported with thin spaghetti
straps, falling just over the top of her dark brown aureole.  Her thick
nipples protruded through the delicate fabric, just under the open weave of
the lacy border.  The top of her bosom was entirely exposed, a light
tracery of fine blue veins showing through her bulging, porcelain white
flesh. -ť

   "Even dress like this is not unheard of these days, as it can be
considered fashionable to wear undergarments as outerwear.  I would not
recommend it in a professional setting however!" Jim continued, drawing
some laughs from the room.  "Let's take this to the next level though,
shall we Meenashi?"

   She took Jenny's hand, and led her through a door off the far side of
the room, as Jim continued his presentation.

   "Is this really part of the normal workshop?" said Jenny, as the door
clicked shut.

   Disbelief was evident in her voice.

   "Oh, yes!" she answered, as she zipped open her garment bag.  "I
normally handle modeling, yes!  Some reason Mr.  Sutton wants you!  I tell
him bad idea, but he no listen."

   She picked through several hangers of clothes as she talked, pulling out
a black skirt.

   "You way bigger then Meenashi, but this one stretch even over those
hips!"

   She handed her the small skirt.

   "No way am I going back out there!" said Jenny, holding it out at arm
length away from her.

   "Good, I finish for you!  Stupid idea having you here.  You leave.  Call
cab from lobby.  No go back to office.  We mail last check!"

   She returned her attention to her wardrobe bag, picking out a different
dress to change into.

   "But wait, I love my job!  I don't want to quit!"

   Meenashi turned back to her.

   "You no embarrass Mr.  Sutton.  He very good man!  You like job, do what
he say!  You no do, get out!  Don't waste time, this important account."

   "O.K., I guess I'll do it!" said Jenny, and she unbuttoned the waistband
of her skirt.  "Oh shoot!  I forgot, ummm, do you maybe have any panties in
there?" asked Jenny, as she remembered her nakedness under the skirt!

   "No underwear, just clothes.  You no wear panties?" she asked, glancing
down to Jenny's waist.

   "Well, I was going to stop at a store --"

   Meenashi held up her hand, stopping the explanation.

   "No care, get dressed or get out!"

   With a humph, she slipped off the skirt, tossing it away in frustration.
Meenashi's eyebrows raised as she caught a flash of her neatly shaved
pubes. She crossed her arms, and tapped one of her long red nails against
the side of her mouth, as she gazed at Jenny's pert, sculpted ass.  Jenny
wiggled back and forth as she worked the tight waistband up over her broad
hips.  Now Meenashi held out a pair of black high heels with straps.  Jenny
didn't bother trying to argue, seeing the look of utter disdain in her
expression.  She knelt down, removing her now useless stockings, and
strapped on the pumps.  They were small for her feet, and the straps
pinched uncomfortably.  As soon as she stood, Meenashi grasped her hand,
and pulled her back along through the doorway and into the conference room.
Jenny had never worn this high of a heel before, and all of her attention
was currently focused on getting the feel of them, as she stumbled along
behind the petite oriental girl.

   "Now that's provocative!" said Jim, as his attention switched from the
room to the approaching girls.

   Jenny's heavy breasts were jiggling along quite noticeably as she
awkwardly approached the podium.

   "Let's get some first hand practice now, ladies and gentlemen!  Jenny,
would you be kind enough to refill the water glasses for our guests?"

   He motioned with his hand out towards the people in the room.

   Taking a deep breath, she moved to the front of the first table. 
Picking up a full pitcher, she began moving down the row, stopping in front
of the third man, who was holding an empty glass out for her to fill.  He
set the glass down on the table, and as she bent over to fill the glass, he
began pulling it slowly towards him.  The table was quite deep, and by the
time she had his glass full, he had a wonderful view of her amazing
cleavage, straining against the top of her brief top!

   "Very subtle Hank!" said Jim from the podium, as Jenny straightened up,
smoothing her skirt back down.  She hoped she hadn't given Jim a look at
her naked ass!

   "Now that, ladies and gents, was perfect subterfuge!  He never said a
word, and was the perfect gentleman."

   The next guy down slid his empty glass close to the edge also, motioning
her to fill him up.  This time however, she walked all the way down the
table, and circled around behind.  As she leaned over and began filling his
glass, he began sliding it to the opposite side, causing her to lean in to
him.  Of course, he leaned sideways into her, his head pressing up against
her breast!

   "A little overt, Alex" said Jim, as chuckling broke out across the room.


   Jenny pulled away, and turned around quickly, bumping straight into the
lady seated next to him.  She had just started to rise up from her chair,
and struck the bottom of the pitcher on her way up.  A good half of the ice
water sloshed out of the pitcher, absolutely soaking her camisole!  Jenny
shrieked, as she looked down at the sheer fabric, her puckered nipples
plainly visible through the suddenly transparent material.  The material
conformed like a magnet to the undersides of her breasts, becoming a second
skin.

   Several "helpful" men, eagerly blotting her chest with small paper
napkins suddenly surrounded Jenny.

   "Borderline gentlemen, very borderline!" said Jim, and the men sulked
back to their seats.  "You could offer to help her out, but simply taking
advantage of her predicament is risky behavior at best!  Come here, Jenny."


   He reached under the podium, shaking out a big, fluffy white towel.

   "How about this towel, dear?" he asked, holding it out in front of him.

   "Oh thanks!" she said, extending her arms out as she quickly approached.


   Rather then hand her the towel though, he dropped it under her grasp,
stepping close and wrapping it around her torso.  He vigorously toweled off
her back, took a half step back, and brought his towel-covered hands around
to her flat tummy.  Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt him draw his hands up
her rib cage, and press up along the underside of each breast, lifting them
upwards!  He then began kneading her bountiful flesh, giving everyone in
the room flashes of her bared skin as the towel swung back and forth.  He
pulled quickly away, and she reached up to tug the camisole back down over
her reddened flesh.

   "Always get agreement, preferably in public, before proceeding with a
course of action which may be considered risky!  Thank you Jenny" he said,
as he made a motion towards Meenashi.  "Next, I'd like to show you the
office policy one doctor implemented, resulting in a multi-million dollar
settlement just last year!"

   Meenashi again led Jenny to the backroom, as Jim continued his lecture.

   "That was humiliating!" said Jenny, as the door clicked shut again.

   "You tough girl!  You can hander it!  No look happy though.  Must
remember smile, yes?  I see Mr.  Sutton not to happy so far!"

   She handed Jenny a white dress out of the bag, and continued digging in
the bottom compartment.

   Jenny slipped out of her still damp clothes, and held the dress up.  It
was a brief nurse uniform, and looked tailored to fit Meenashi.  She
unzipped the back, and stepped through the brief skirt, still balancing on
the high heels.  She had to cross her knees, and strain to force the
material up over her broad hips.  She could see the side seams visibly
stretching out.  She snaked first her right arm, and then her left, into
the arms of the uniform, and as she forced it up over her shoulders, she
felt the bottom of the skirt rising up to the bottom of her ass!  Meenashi
grasped the zipper in back, and struggled to raise it.

   "Suck in your tummy!" she said in a strained voice, as she slowly worked
it up her back, between her shoulder blades.

   The front neckline plunged to the tip of her sternum, and her unbound
breasts ballooned out exposing an embarrassing amount of cleavage.  She
made a futile effort to tug the material together, but as soon as she let
go it gaped back open.  Meenashi set a little white cap on her head, with a
Red Cross on the front.  There was a soft tap on the door.

   "Quick, put these on!" she said, handing her some white silk stockings.

   As Jenny bent over to remove her heels, she could feel the back of the
uniform slide halfway up her bare ass!  She was going to have to be very
careful in this outfit!  She slipped on the semi-opaque stockings.  There
were lacy stay-up bands at the top, which were exposed by the short
uniform. Meenashi tossed a pair of white pumps at her feet, which she
jammed into.  The door was thrown open, and once again she was pulled
through, yanking down on the back hem of the starchy fabric as they burst
out into the room.

   A small metal typing table, complete with typewriter, had been set up
facing the podium, just to this side.  A chair was pushed up underneath.

   "This is one of the uniforms that the doctor required his clerical
assistant to wear.  While an owner is free to choose a dress code for his
business, he must be consistent.  The doctor in question provided
conventional dress for the women in direct contact with the public.  Do a
spin, Jenny."

   She closed her eyes as she rotated, aware of the soft chuckles and
comments coming from the room, as they assessed all of her female charms
bursting out of the scant uniform.

   "This uniform alone ended up costing him fifty thousand dollars!  For
him, unfortunately, it didn't end there.  Jenny, please type a copy of the
document I have placed on the desk."

   "The doctor had provided this exact work station for his assistant to
use, located in his private office," continued Jim's narrative.

   Jenny slid the chair out, and puzzled over the design of it.  The "seat"
was slanted sharply forward and down, with a contoured rest at the bottom
angled up at ninety degrees.  Meenashi directed her forward with a hand on
the small of her back.  She had to straddle the oddly shaped seat, legs
apart.  Meenashi pressed down on her shoulder, forcing her to squat onto
the tilted seat.  She slid downward till her belly came to rest against the
inward curved front ledge.  Her back was arched back, following the curve
of the front of the chair, her pelvis tilted sharply backward, up into the
air.  Her knees were now almost touching the floor, and Meenashi cradled
her right ankle, lifting it up and setting it into a padded rail, which ran
parallel to the underside of the seat.  She then pulled a wide strap across
her upper calf, securing the leg firmly in place.  She repeated the process
with the other leg, and stepped back out of the way.

   The room was buzzing with noise, and Jenny's face glowed with color, as
she could feel the back hem of the scratchy fabric resting across the top
of her bare, upturned ass!  The front ledge of the seat was a shelf, which
lifted and cradled her breasts.  The front of the dress had gaped open with
her arched back, and both breasts tumbled out of the restraint, into full
view of the room!  Futilely, she attempted to push them back into the
uniform, but the laws of physics had conspired against any attempt at a
cover-up!

   "This chair cost the good doctor a one hundred thousand dollar add-on
penalty in his judgement, but wait, there's more!  Jenny, could you please
begin typing the document for us?"

   Giving up her struggles, she leaned forward against the rest.  As she
flipped on the IBM, she cradled the sides of her breasts, at least
providing some coverage from the room.  She rolled the paper into position,
and began typing a copy of the hand written letter resting beside the
typewriter.  Never a strong typist, she prided herself on her accuracy,
sacrificing speed in the process.

   Jim left the podium carrying the microphone.

   "He would closely monitor the assistant as she worked.  He had this
special electronic monitor installed."

   He held up an LED display, which was resting on the desktop.  A wire
trailed down to the typewriter.  Numbers were flashing on the display,
bouncing between fifteen and twenty.

   "He required that his assistant maintain between a thirty to forty
minute rate of typing."

   He set the display down on top of his podium, facing the room so they
could monitor it.

   "He went so far as to have this special monitor installed, which as you
can see tracks the typists rate."

   Jenny made nervous glances back and forth between the letter she was
copying, and the monitor on the podium, her concentration wavering.  She
saw the numbers falling, so she refocused on the letter, trying to speed
up.

   Jim again wandered away from the podium, this time moving behind her. 
She flushed, realizing he had a birds-eye view of her upturned butt!  He
still had the microphone held in front of his chin in one hand, but now he
tapped a stiff riding crop against his thigh with the other!

   "Seeing that the assistant is well below the acceptable range, he would
provide immediate discipline like this.   -ś

   WWHHACK!!!

   Her eyes shot wide open, as he stung her across her bare flank! 
Stunned, she looked back over her shoulder, now seeing the crop held
loosely his hand!

   Flick, flick, flick he tapped quickly across her right cheek, prodding
her back to typing.  Her ass burned from his initial stroke, as she picked
up where she left off.  Her tongue stuck out the corner of her mouth, as
she concentrated on picking up her pace.

   "As you can see, the technique while effective, is way over the edge. 
Look at her rate now!  Still unfortunately not good enough!"

   WWHHACK!!!

   "OOUCH!" she said, as he struck again, this time from a different angle.


   Concentrating through the discomfort she continued on.

   WWHHACK!!!

   And now he steadily tapped across both red crossed globes, with an
occasional WWHhack!!!  Thrown in!  Typing recklessly on, she quickly
finished the letter, and he finally let up on the tapping.

   "Even though this ended up costing him a ton of money, you can see that
it is an effective teaching method!  She got up to thirty-five words per
minute at the end.  I don't recommend that you adopt this method, however!"

   This brought a big laugh from the room, as Jenny reached back to rub her
stinging cheeks.  She didn't remember this brought her breasts into proud
display for the room!

   "One million dollars!  That was the reward for that stunt.  Think it
ended there however?"

   Snap!  Snap!

   Jenny whipped her head around, as Meenashi trapped her wrists together
in handcuffs with a practiced motion!  Jim raised the back of the chair at
her feet, and swung it around, which pivoted her chest out to face the
room! She saw everyone staring at her breasts, bulging out over the top of
the chair.  Jim snatched her letter out of the typewriter with a loud
ZZZIPP!  He sauntered over to the front desk, handing it to Henry seated
front and center.

   "It seems our good doctor was just as picky about accuracy, as he was
about speed.  He sometimes would bring in coworkers to help check her work!
Let me demonstrate from court records how one such incident was played out.
Would you be so kind as to check this letter carefully for errors?" he
said, returning to stand alongside Jenny, facing the room.

   Henry took a pair of reading glasses out of his breast pocket, and
slipped them on.  He began scanning the letter line by line, following
along with his finger.

   "The first paragraph is perfect," he said, as he continued the
examination.  "Wait!  She misspelled a word here!"

   He pointed out the mistake to the lady seated next to him.

   "She typed T-H-O instead of T-H-E to start the second paragraph."

   "Oh, that's misfortunate," said Jim into the microphone.

   He motioned to Meenashi, who was leaning up against the front wall.  She
wheeled a small stainless steel cart up in front of Jenny.  There was a
white case on the cart top, about the size of a cigar box.  She stepped
around on the other side of the cart, careful not to block the room's view
of Jenny.  She flipped up the lid of the box, and Jenny flushed as she saw
what the case contained!

   "At this point, the doctor would select one of the co-workers to help
with the punishment.  Would anyone care to volunteer?"

   Every hand in the room shot up instantly, even the woman's, he was
pleased to see.

   "Melody, come join us.  All of the plaintiff's co-workers were women, so
I think it is appropriate that Melody should take part in this exercise."

   She walked around the desk, and up to Jim at Jenny's side.  "Hold out
you right hand," said Meenashi.

   She then snapped on a thin latex examination glove in place for her.

   "Please don't do this!" whispered Jenny in a quiet voice, only to be
ignored.

   "Now please select one of the probes in the box, which you will then
insert into her anus!" Said Jim.

   The noise in the room suddenly stopped, as everyone realized what was
going to happen.  Jenny watched as Melody's gloved hand dropped down to the
open case.  Five probes were cradled in a molded tray inside.  They all had
a broad, circular base, above which rose an egg-shaped plug, each
progressively larger.  One by one, her finger traced over the broadest
contour of each plug, beginning with the smallest.  She looked up and gazed
at Jenny, after her finger dropped off the third plug and flicked over to
the forth.  Melody smiled as she saw the look of shock and disbelief cross
Jenny's face.  She was flushed clear down to her breasts!  Jenny felt her
gaze, and met her eyes with a pleading look.

   "Please don't!" she mouthed silently.

   Melody smiled, and casually selected the largest of the plugs, giving
her a wink!

   She continued smiling as she was directed around behind Jenny lying
prone on the chair.  Meenashi unscrewed the lid from a jar of clear lube,
and held it out as an offering.  Melody dipped her index finger in,
scooping up a large glob, which she smeared all over the pear-sized plug.
With a wicked grin, she dipped again into the jar, and began working a
prodigious amount of the lube directly over Jenny's asshole!

   She leaned her left forearm against Jenny's lower back, pressing her
tightly up against the front rest.  This arched her butt up high,
completely exposing her privates to Melody.  Jenny winced as she was
suddenly penetrated in both her ass and soaked vagina!  Around and around
the fingers circled deep within, and her breasts swayed with the rhythm,
captivating the rest of the room.

   After several minutes of stimulation, Melody slowly removed her fingers,
and grasped the plug.  Jenny gasped, as she felt her wiggle her left hand
between her belly and the front rest, and slide it down to cup her vulva.
She pressed her middle finger up against her engorged clitoris, and began
rocking it back a forth.

   "MMMMMMM" she moaned under her breath and dropped her head, as she felt
the tip of the plug press up against her puckered anus!

   Rather then rudely forcing it in, Melody oh so slowly and gently began
to rotate and wiggle it back and forth, pressing forward a scant millimeter
at a time.  She increased the pressure and intensity of her stimulation
with her other hand, and began feeling Jenny slowly grinding her hips to
match the opposing forces being created so expertly by Melody!

   Her huge aureole swelled and darkened, and a flush spread across her
chest, as she ground her hips forward, pinning Melody's finger up against
the front rest and her clit.  As she rocked back and forth, orgasm gripped
her, and sensing this, Melody pressed forward with the plug, by now buried
halfway in her ass.

   OOOHHHHHWWWWMMYYY GODDD!!!  Moaned Jenny aloud, unable to maintain her
composure!

   Melody kept up a steady pressure despite resistance, and Jenny thrust
back suddenly against the object, swallowing it at once fully into her
cavity.  All that was now visible was the broad base of the plug, cradled
in the deep cleft between her spread cheeks.

   "Trust me folks, that cost the doc a lot of money!  Add another million
awarded by the jury!" as Jim addressed the room, he rested his free hand on
Jenny's exposed rump, her uniform still stretched above her butt.

   He could feel how warm she was, just recovering from the throws of
orgasm.  Melody slipped off the glove, and dropped it down on the cart,
which Meenashi rolled out of the way.  Jim whispered in her ear for a
moment, and handed her a thin, whippy stick.  She crossed in front of
Jenny, and leaned back against the typing table, crossing her ankles.  Jim
stayed in position, his hand with the crop still resting on her ass.

   "Henry my man!  Continue please!" called Jim.

   Henry looked startled, as if someone splashed his face with cold water.

   "Uuhh, Oh ya!" He replaced his glasses, and resumed his scrutiny of the
letter.  "Ummm, looks like she missed the "U" in should!" he said after a
few moments.

   SSWWAACK!!!  -"OWWCH!!!" shrieked Jenny.

   Melody had flicked the whippy stick directly across the top of her
pendulous breasts, causing her to jerk back with surprise!

   WWHHACK!!!  Jenny shot back forward as Jim brought the crop back across
her flank, breasts bobbing up and down wildly.

   "Henry!" repeated Jim.  He jerked his head back down.  "Oh my!  This
must be where she sped up.  She forgot to capitalize an "S"!

   SSWWAACK!!!

   This time Melody swatted across her right nipple, drawing another
shriek.

   WWHHAACK!!!

   "Quit jerking back," warned Jim, as she fell forward against the rest
again, yet another bright red welt across her lovely cheeks!

   "T instead of D in SOLD!" shouted Henry.

   SSWWAACK!!!

   Across her left nipple this time, and she forced herself to remain
pressed up against the rest.

   "UMMM, an E before I on the word friend!"

   SSWWAACK!!!

   Catching the undersides of both breasts, as they swayed back and forth.
"Missing a coma..."

   SSWWAACK!!!

   "No period --"

   SSWWAACK!!!

   "Forgot to indent --"

   SSWWWAACK!!!

   "Misspelled --"

   SSWWAACK!!!

   Jim held up his hand for them to stop.

   "I think everyone gets the picture, don't you!  Now this is the most
blatant example of sexual harassment that I ever had to defend!"

   Jenny's huge breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths, crisscrossed
with angry red welts.  Once again, Jim cupped a cheek of her ass.

   "Could everyone give Jenny a big hand?"

   The room broke out in loud, extended applause.

   "I hope you agree that live examples really drive a point home!  I want
to thank you all for attending.  Whoops, I almost forgot.  Could everybody
please come up and get a comment card before you leave?"

   Looking over her right shoulder, she saw Jim circle behind and over to
the podium.  Setting down his crop, he picked up a stack of cards, and took
a step back, waiting for the people to file up.  There was the banging and
scuffling of chairs, as everyone rose from their seats.  Melody circled
around her, and bent down close to her face.

   "I'd love to see you again, call me here anytime!" she whispered, giving
her a wink.

   "Oh no!  Said Jenny, as she passed back to get a card from Jim.

   A line of people started to file up front from the tables, passing right
beside her prone form!

   Henry was first by, silently ogling her breasts as he passed.  The line
paused, as Jim was taking time to shake everyone's hand, as well as hand
out the cards.  The room was quite noisy now that the presentation was
over.

   "I REALLY enjoyed the show, said the next guy in line, placing a hand on
her waist as he bent over to be heard.

   He left his hand in place, lightly massaging her muscles through the
stiff fabric in small circles.  The next guy saw this, and reached over to
squeeze her shoulder.

   "You were great," he agreed, giving her a small shake (And enjoying her
breasts jiggling!).  The line shuffled forward, and the hand that was
resting on her waist now slid back to her ass!  He boldly slipped it up
under the skirt, patting and stroking her full cheeks!

   Once again the line shifted, and the next guy squatted down, and gently
stroked her left breast!

   "I hope they aren't too sore!" he said, as he closely examined the
flesh. "Do they hurt a lot?" he asked, making direct eye contact.

   He began rolling her nipple with his fingers, as he cupped the underside
of her heavy breast.  She considered yelling for them to stop, but saw
Meenashi watching her closely from the other side.

   "No, thanks for asking though!" she answered after a brief pause.

   She gave a big smile, remembering her instructions.  As the line slipped
forward once again, the same man grabbed the edge of the anal probe, and
began to wiggle it back and forth, creating a not altogether unpleasant
sensation, now that she was somewhat accustomed to the size of the object.
The next lucky man was now stroking her breasts and nipples, and she
resigned herself to being used by the rest of the group as they filed by!



  
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   Jenny's Medical Adventure by Capstick

   Middle age is a bitch, thought Jenny, as she gazed at the mirror of her
dressing room vanity.  I used to be able to eat anything and not gain an
ounce!  Now, if I even look at dessert I blimp out.  I have to run my ass
off every day on the stair-master to fit in my clothes.  My boobs keep
growing, which is good, but my shoulders ache every night.  I had to have
my hair colored for the first time last week.  Now my face is breaking out
again like a teenager!

   Now please tell me, kind audience, if any among you understand the mind
of a beautiful lady!  Here is one of the most blessed examples of
All-American good looks, bemoaning her fate in life.  Your loins would
ache, your throat would constrict, cold sweat would form on your brow, and
your heart would pound, if you had the good fortune to meet her face to
face.  Words like "I am not worthy!" would form in your mind, as you
thanked a very kind God indeed, who blessed the earth with such a vision of
absolute perfection of the female form.

   Her husband smiled as he peeked in the door, though not at the funny
expressions she was making as she turned this way and that during her close
inspection.  What brought a smile to his face was the sight of her leaning
against the vanity, bringing her bare ass into prominent display.  Her
brief nightgown had ridden well up over her shapely behind.

   "Honey, the paperboy's here to collect.  I'm out of cash, could you dig
something out of your purse?"

   He looked behind, and motioned the teenager forward.

   "Just a second honey, I'll be right there!" said Jenny.

   She heard a gasp behind her, and refocused her eyes in the mirror.  She
saw her husband standing there with the paperboy, who had a glazed look on
his face.  The boy's eyes were bugging out.  Then she saw what he was
staring at!

   "OH MY GOSH!" she shrieked, standing bolt upright and yanking her skirt
down.

   "How much do we owe, Tim?" he asked.

   "TTTTTTTen dollars, sir" he stuttered, as both he and Jenny blushed
bright red.  Jenny turned and sped into the bathroom, slamming the door
shut.

   "Here you go, son.  I guess I had the money all along!"

   "Thanks Mister!" the boy said, seeing the five-dollar tip.

   He turned, and quickly ran from the house to tell his friends what had
happened.

   "Oh, come on hon, I was just having a little fun!  Besides, I don't
think he really saw anything.  You were too quick!"

   Jenny stuck her head out the door, and seeing that the boy had left, she
stepped back into the room.

   "I'm starting to get sick of these little stunts you keep pulling!" she
cried.

   "Okay, Okay, I'll knock it off", he said with a sheepish grin.  "I love
this outfit though" as he circled her tiny waist with his arms and firmly
grasped a cheek in each hand.

   "Don't get something started you can't finish!  Aren't you late for work
already, Honey?" she asked with a coy smile.

   He checked his watch, and made a loud sigh.

   "You're right, duty calls"

   He gave her butt a playful smack, and kissed her on the forehead.

   "Honey, what do you think of these marks on my face?" she asked before
he turned away.

   Seeing where she pointed, he shrugged his shoulders.

   " I wouldn't have even noticed if you hadn't said something, Jen.  But
if it bothers you, have it looked at.  We have good insurance, so it won't
cost anything"

   "You know how much I hate going to the Doctor's", she said.  "Besides,
he will probably lecture me for not having had a physical in so long"

   Suddenly, an idea started to take shape in his mind.

   "Let me ask around at work, and see if anyone knows a specialist you can
see.  I'll call you later"

   One of the guys he occasionally golfed with was a Doctor, and he had a
running joke with him about providing a membership at the Bellevue Country
Club, with all the money he raked in.  He was also a skirt chaser.  He
would have to give this some serious thought --.

   Jenny's husband had called her from work later that day, and gave her
the name and phone number of a Dr.  Stevens.

   "Several of the office girls have been treated by him, and they all said
he was great.  This is his office number.  They should still be open if you
want to make an appointment."

   When Jenny called, the nurse was very nice.  She even mentioned that
they were expecting her call, and had cleared a spot just for her on the
schedule.  Whoever had provided the referral must have let them know she
would be calling.  She received a letter a few days after the call with a
confirmation of the appointment, and a questionnaire and release form for
her to complete and mail back in an envelope they had provided.

   The questionnaire took her close to an hour to finish.  She had to
provide her complete medical history, medications she was taking, and
multiple pages of general questions to answer.  She was surprised by how
personal some of them were.  She signed the release, which basically
authorized any services and procedures they determined were medically
necessary.  She mailed everything back the next day.

   A week later Jenny received a call from the same nurse.

   "Dr.  Stevens gave me a note that according to your papers, It's been
two years since your last physical.  He wanted me to confirm this."

   "Yes, I guess so.  I didn't realize it had been that long either" she
answered.

   "The Doctor will want to see you at the hospital then, and not at our
office.  He will want to do a full work-up."

   "But I just wanted him to look at my face!  Why does he need to do all
this?  She asked.

   "The Doctor will need to know if there are any underlying medical
conditions which could be causing your problem.  It's very important to get
regular check-ups, so small problems can be caught before they develop into
more serious conditions.  Dr.  Stevens is very thorough."

   A few days later, she received another appointment confirmation.  This
one was at the University hospital, where Dr.  Stevens was on staff.  It
was a teaching hospital, on the campus of the State College, which offered
a Medical school program.  It mentioned that she should plan on spending
the full day for her examination, and that she was not to eat any solid
food for 24 hours prior to the appointment.  Jenny started to regret ever
having mentioned anything to her husband in the first place!

   It took her about ten minutes to find her way to the right office on the
morning of her appointment.  She had never visited this hospital before,
and was a bit intimidated by the size of it.  Everyone who helped her with
directions seemed very nice, though.  When she opened Dr.  Steven's door,
she entered a small foyer.  There was a ledge against one wall with a glass
sliding panel.  Jenny peeked in, and a young girl approached the desk on
the other side of the window.

   "Can I help you?" she asked, as she slid the panel open.

   "I had an eight a.m.  appointment with Dr.  Stevens" Jenny answered.

   "Oh, you must be Jenny" she said with a coy smile.  You can go through
that door, and have a seat in the waiting room.  Someone will call your
name when they are ready."

   She entered a narrow waiting room, with chairs and tables along either
wall leading back to a hallway at the far end.  She could see one door in
the hallway, which faced the waiting room, and an old fashioned step-on
scale was standing next to the door.  It was a busy office, there were
people walking by in the hallway at the far end of the room, and most of
the chairs were taken with people waiting.  The usual waiting room artwork
was on the walls, and magazines were scattered on the tables.

   Jenny took a vacant seat.  There were two middle-aged guys sitting
across from her, laughing and talking about some sporting event.  There was
one lady seated next to her, with two young boys who were giggling amongst
themselves.  The Mother was absorbed in a magazine, not paying any
attention to the boys.  Jenny had dressed casually, wearing baggy jeans and
a sweater.  Nobody paid her any attention, which is exactly what she
wanted.

   A few minutes later, a nurse stood at the hallway entrance, and called
out her name.  Jenny got up and walked toward her, and the nurse smiled
warmly.

   "We are starting out today right here, in examination room one."

   There was a small sign that said room one on the door, along with a
Plexiglas holder, which was probably for the clipboard.

   The room itself was good sized.  A black examination table faced the
door in the center, complete with stirrups.  There was a stainless steel
vanity with cupboards and a sink adjacent to the table, and some electronic
equipment on the back wall with lots of screens and dials.  A large
examination light on a swiveling stand was over the table, and there was a
padded stool to the side.  It was very bright and "clinical" looking.

   "You can sit up on the table, and roll up you left sleeve," the nurse
said, as she patted the front edge.

   She shook out a thermometer, and placed it in Jenny's mouth under her
tongue.  Then she wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her arm.  After she
finished, she wrote the numbers down on her chart, and handed Jenny a clear
plastic container.

   "You can remove all of your clothes and put them in here.  You might as
well put your purse in also.  We will keep them safe."

   She reached down to the bottom drawer and handed Jenny some terry socks
for her feet.  They had some rubber strips on the bottom so they wouldn't
be slippery to walk in.  Then she started to sort through the gowns in the
drawer.

   "These are all children's sizes" she commented, as she picked through.
"Well, here is a small adults at least.  Go ahead and wear this for now. 
We can find a better size for you in another room, later.  Go ahead and get
changed, and the doctor will be right in."

   She gave Jenny another smile, and left the room.

   There was no lock on the door, so Jenny stood in front of it, so no one
could open the door while she was changing.  She was a bit uncomfortable
with the door facing the waiting room.  She hung the gown up on a hook on
the door, and slipped out of her jeans, sweater and her shoes and socks. 
She placed them neatly in the container.  She removed her panties and bra,
and tucked them underneath her sweater so they were hidden.

   This will never do, thought Jenny, as she slipped the gown over her
head. It was styled like a chef's apron, but was so small that her breast's
bulged out both sides, with her aureole barely covered.  The material
itself was threadbare from repeated washings, and the floral print was
transparent where her breast's strained against it.  It was barely long
enough to cover her butt, and was not big enough to wrap fully around her
waist.  She cinched the ties as tight as she could, but there was still a
small gap over her ass.  She tried to force the top down to cover up the
sides of her breasts, but there was a loud rip as the material started to
tear between her breasts from the top of the apron down.  There was now
about a four-inch long slit in the fabric, which was threatening to grow
unless she was careful!

   "The heck with this!" she said, as she picked up her clothing container
and set it on the counter.

   She started to reach for her underwear to put back on, so at least she
could maintain some degree of modesty.  Just then the door opened, and an
older man walked confidently into the room.

   "Ah, you must be Jenny.  I'm very pleased to meet you!  I'm Dr. 
Stevens, and I think you've already met Nurse Jessica."

   He gave her a warm handshake, as he looked her up and down.  He was a
nice looking man, with broad shoulders, salt and pepper hair and a squared
off jaw.  He looked a lot like the TV doctor, Marcus Welby, only younger.

   "Jessica, see if you can find Jenny a larger gown, she doesn't look very
comfortable!"

   Jessica put the lid on the clothing container, and said she would be
right back, as she turned and left, taking Jenny's clothes away.

   "Now, let's have a look at your complexion young lady, that's what your
original problem was, correct?  Sit up on the table for me."

   He slipped on some funny looking glasses, which must have had some
magnifying glass in them.  When Jenny hoisted herself up on the table, her
left breast popped free out of the side of the apron.  She quickly pushed
it back under as best she could.

   "Don't worry about that Jenny.  There isn't any shame in a Hospital!"

   He stood right in front of her, peering at her face.  She could feel her
bare ass on the paper-covered table.  The smock was too small to cover her
when she was seated; it just lay against the side of her hips.

   Jessica came back in and shut the door.

   "I'm sorry doctor, but the laundry hasn't been delivered yet.  We should
be able to find her something when we go downstairs, though" She said.

   "Thanks for checking" He replied.  "Now when did you first notice these
blemishes, Jenny? -ť

   She thought for a moment and said, "About 2 months ago, give or take."

    -śAnd have you changed your diet, or started any new medications?" he
asked.

   "No, I am very careful about the food I eat, and I don't take any pills"
she replied rather primly.

    -śI think that you are in luck, Jenny.  There has been new research
that we have pioneered, which should prove very beneficial for your
condition.  We have seen some amazing results in a very short amount of
time.  So far, there have been no adverse reactions, and it's a totally
painless procedure!"

   She clapped her hands together and said with delight.  "Please, tell me
more!"

   He began doing routine "doctor things" as he conducted the conversation.
Jessica would hand him whatever he needed, such as tongue depressors,
lighted scopes, reflex mallets, etc.  As he continued with the exam, he
said, "We have found that all the women suffering from these type of
blemishes have suffered from a deficiency of proteins under the epidermal
layer of their skin.  Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly.  Now
again. And again," he said as he used his stethoscope.

   "The real challenge has been to find the most effective form of
supplemental protein to use, and how best to apply it.  All of the
commercial cream and gel preparations were ineffective.  We did controlled
experiments with some exotic solutions we created, but they still made no
difference.  Then one of our technicians had the idea that using a
naturally produced, human solution may be effective where the artificial
solutions had failed, and that has been the key to our success!"

   "So it's going to be as simple as applying a cream to my face?" asked
Jenny.

   "Well, not quite.  You see, the only thing that has been successful is
semen, and unfortunately, freshness has been the key to success.  It has to
be immediately applied during ejaculation, or it looses the ability to bond
properly with the cell structure of the skin."

   Jenny was speechless.

   "I can't believe what you're saying!  This sounds crazy!

   He smiled.  "We thought the same thing at first.  We thought that it was
just an aberration, but we also discovered after further discussions with
our test patients, that none of them had participated in the sexual act
that is commonly referred to as a "Facial", where the male ejaculates
directly on his partner.  I'm willing to bet that you don't either" (of
course, Jenny's husband had already mentioned this to him).

   Jenny blushed brightly, and looked down.  "No, of course not.  I was
taught that good girls don't do things like that!"

   Jessica stepped in front of her and said, "That is absolute nonsense,
dear!  Sex is a beautiful thing, and I resent people that try to turn it
into something dirty and cheap!  Anything you and your husband decide to do
together is no one else's business.  It may even be more fun than you
think!" She finished with a grin and a wink.

   "Well, my husband will certainly enjoy the treatment!  How often will I
need it?" Asked Jenny.

    -śNow that's the spirit, good for you!" he answered (Jessica rolled her
eyes in the background, and struggled to keep from laughing).  "We have to
give you a large and prolonged initial dose today, for the treatment to be
successful.  It's something that you couldn't accomplish at home.  You need
to have the benefit of our program here.  After today, you will need your
husband to participate every other day for two weeks, after which I can
check your progress at my regular office.  You should be able to resume
your normal schedule of activity after that.  However, I would recommend
regular weekly treatments to maintain a clear complexion."

   The doctor asked Jessica to bring him his program file, and she turned
and left the room, shutting the door behind her.  Dr.  Stevens started to
make some additional marks on her chart.

   "Your blood pressure and temperature are slightly elevated today.  I can
understand the BP being elevated, but not the temperature.  I'm going to
re-check it.  Could you please step down and face the table for me?"

   He turned to the vanity, and selected a different thermometer, and shook
out and pulled on a latex examination glove.

   Jenny colored as she realized what he had in mind.

   "Do you have to check me there!"

   "I'm afraid that despite our modern technology, this remains the most
accurate way to check your temperature," he said as he put his hand between
her shoulder blades.  "Now lean over the table for me."

   As she leaned forward with her arms supporting her, both breast tumbled
out of the apron.  She couldn't cover up in this position, so she pulled
her arms in to her side and leaned down on her elbows, which thrust her
butt up.  She felt her apron fall open, and knew her privates were now
fully exposed.

   She bit her lip as she felt his finger start working lubricant over her
puckered anus.  Then he slowly pushed the thermometer in, till it was quite
deep.

   "Just relax, Jenny.  There's no reason to be so tense!"

   The door opened as Jessica returned to the room.  Jenny felt a draft of
air hit her exposed butt.

   "Oh, good, you found the program guide" said Dr.  Stevens.  "Show her
the before and after pictures."

   Jessica approached and set the book down on the table in front of her,
and started flipping through the book.  Suddenly, Jenny heard a squeal
behind her, and she looked back over her shoulder.  The nurse had left the
door open partway, and she could see one of the young boys craning his neck
from his chair, looking in!

   "Please shut the door!" She said in an exasperated voice.

   "Whoops!  I'm sorry." Jessica turned and casually walked back to the
door, giving Dr.  Stevens a sly wink.

   She returned and continued flipping to the back tab of the binder (when
setting up this scheme, Dr Stevens had downloaded the pictures from an
X-rated site he frequented, specializing in oral sex.  Blemishes were easy
to add with a computer photo-editing program he played around with).

   "Here was our first patient.  You can see that she had a much worse case
then you."

   A pretty blond girl was shown, with blemishes all over her face.

   "Now here she is during the treatment phase."

   Jenny's mouth dropped, as the girl was shown with her face covered with
thick globs of semen!  One eye was squeezed shut against a spurt, which had
covered the lid, and streamers were dangling from her chin.

   "You can see how careful she was not to disturb the application,"
pointed out Jessica clinically.

   Finally she flipped to the next picture, which showed the girl smiling
with a perfectly clear complexion.

   "That's incredible, but I don't think I can go through with this!" said
Jenny as she shook her head in disbelief.

   "You don't want to end up like this, do you?" Put in Dr.  Stevens, as he
turned to the next photograph.

   An older, mature looking woman was shown this time, with a terrible case
of acne.  Jenny turned her head away.

   "Look at her Jenny!  This will be you without treatment!  Your chemical
balance will continue to drop."

   He flipped to the next picture.  Again, most all of her face was coated
with sperm.  Strangely, she was smiling in the picture.  She was looking
right at the camera.

   "You can see what a good patient she was.  She was very excited to
receive the treatment.  She had been trying other treatments for years, and
just kept getting worse and worse."

   The last picture showed her smiling, with perfectly clear skin.

   "Does my husband have to know about this?" asked Jenny.

   "Not unless you choose to tell him," answered Dr.  Stevens.  "We
maintain strict confidentiality.  He only needs to know as much as you
choose to tell him" He said with a smile.

   Jenny gave a small jump as he quickly pulled out the thermometer.

   "Just as I thought, your temperature is perfect!  Climb back up on the
table and lay down, please."

   As Jenny lay back, her heavy breasts fell out both sides of the apron.
She sighed knowing it couldn't be helped, unless she held them in with her
hands, which would be silly with both a doctor and nurse present.  Dr. 
Stevens pulled the examination light over the table, and flipped the
switch. Nothing happened.

   "Jessica, call maintenance and find out why they haven't fixed this
light yet!"

   She turned, and quickly left the room.

   He pulled the front of her apron up, and started to probe her abdomen
with his fingers.  He was gentle, but very thorough.  He kept asking if she
felt any pain.  Jessica returned to the room, this time pulling the door
shut behind her.  Jenny noticed the boys still trying to sneak a peek
inside, though.

   "We will be doing a full work-up on you today.  We need the information
for our research, and also because of the length of time since your last
physical.  It really is just as well, because the skin treatment takes a
minimum of six hours.  We will do your testing and the treatments at the
same, so that you don't have to return on a second day."

   Jenny was happy for that anyway.  If she had to go home and worry about
it, she would never get any sleep!

   "Jessica, let's save some time and prep her now for the pelvic exam.  I
need to check on how Mrs.  Evans is doing.  When I come back, I should have
time to get Jenny started with the treatments." How is the rest of her day
scheduled?

   Jessica flipped the page on her chart.

   "She does the lab at nine-thirty, radiology is at ten-thirty, ob-gyn is
scheduled for one-thirty and then she will finish up with us.

   "Did you remember to let the donor office know about today?" he asked.

   "Of course doctor, I have the beeper right here."

   She reached in her pocket and showed him a small black beeper she was
carrying.

   "I'll be back in just a minute, Jenny," she said, as she left with Dr.
Stevens.

   As soon as they started down the hall, Jessica burst out laughing.

   "I never thought you could pull it off!  What an airhead!  What exactly
is her husband getting out of this?" she asked.

   Dr.  Stevens chuckled.  "Well, he started out wanting a membership at
Bellevue, but when I explained what I had in mind, he was delighted with
the idea of facials for the rest of his life!  He said he might give up
golf!  I guess she is something of a prude, but what a body!"

   About five minutes later, Jessica returned to the room, carrying a
stainless steel bowl and some white towels.  When the door opened, Jenny
noticed both boys had now moved closer to the hallway, sitting cross-legged
on the floor, and were pretending to play with crayons as they peeked
inside the opening.

   Jessica set the towels down at the foot of the table, and then pulled a
razor and two tubes of lotion out of the bowl.

   "Is that really necessary!" exclaimed Jenny.

   She kept herself neatly trimmed during bikini season, and the one time
she had shaved previously (see "Jenny wants to be a millionaire!"), she had
felt terribly exposed and uncomfortable.  She had always refused since
then.

   "Yes, I'm afraid the ob-gyn department requires it for examinations. 
They feel pubic hair interferes with a thorough inspection of the skins
surface."

   She ran some water in the bowl, and clipped it to the front of the
table.

   "I'm going to need you to scoot up and put your feet in the stirrups for
me dear, this won't take but a minute."

   As Jenny moved in to position, Jessica moved to the side of the bed to
operate the foot controls.  Jenny felt the front of the table shifting. 
She slid the stool in front of the table and sat down.  Jenny was terribly
embarrassed.

   "Could you lift you hips off the table?" She asked.

   Jenny lifted up, and felt Jessica's hands slip under he butt and pull
her hips firmly forward.  Her pubic area was now thrust well beyond her
splayed legs.  Jenny was pinned due to the angle of the bed.

   Jessica squeezed some green gel from one of the tubes onto her gloved
fingers, and started to work it all over her pubic area.  Jenny hated to
admit it, but it started to feel quite pleasant.  She was putting just the
right pressure in all the right places, as she slowly worked it into
lather. Just as she started to stroke the razor across her lower belly,
there was a knock at the door.

   "Yes, who is it?" Jessica called out loudly over her shoulder, not
wanting to be interrupted.

   She could see that Jenny was starting to respond to her finger, which
she continued to press over her clitoris, as if protecting the area as she
shaved.

   "Maintenance," they heard, muffled by the door.

   "Finally!" she said, and called out "come on in!"

   "Please, no!" cried Jenny, but Jessica paid her no attention.

   A heavyset man in a light blue work uniform, wearing a baseball cap
entered, carrying a toolbox.  Jessica looked over her shoulder at the man.

   "Well, its about time Mike!  Dr.  Stevens was pretty upset that the
light hadn't been fixed yet."

   He walked around to the side of the table, and set the toolbox on the
floor.  Jenny quickly covered her breasts as best she could with her hands.


   "Try to lay still, Dear!" said Jessica.  "I sure don't want to slip with
the razor now!

   Once again, Jenny felt a draft hit her exposed privates!

   "Please close the door!  She cried with alarm.

   Now it was hanging wide open, but at least the nurse was blocking the
view from the waiting room.  Horrified, Jenny watched as Jessica stood up,
turned, and slowly swayed her hips towards the door, leaving Jenny openly
exposed!  Jenny squeezed her eyes shut.  "

   Were you raised in a barn, Mike!  Sorry about that, Dear, the man
obviously has no manners!" She closed the door and came back to the stool.

   Jenny opened her eyes as she felt her tender outer lips being shaved. 
Mike rolled the light fixture towards the door, squatted and started
unscrewing something at the base of the fixture, with his eyes glued to
Jessica.  Jenny realized he had moved to get a clear, unobstructed view of
her genitalia!  Jessica was gently stretching her lips this way and that,
getting every nook and cranny.  She got up to dampen a washcloth, allowing
Mike a clear view.  He had a huge leering grin on his face.  Jessica wiped
Jenny off, just as Mike switched the light on.

   "Oh good!  Perfect timing!  Could you wheel that light over this way?"
asked Jessica.

   "I'd be delighted to" he answered.

   He rolled it over and positioned it right over Jessica's shoulder,
putting Jenny's vulva in a bright spotlight!  He stepped back but kept
right on staring as Jessica touched up on areas she had missed.  Then she
squeezed out some lotion from the other tube, and started to massage it in
with her bare fingers.  Jenny was speechless, as she watched Mike grinning.

   Jessica saw her stare, and looked over her shoulder.

   "You can get out of here now, Mike!  Men are such pigs!" She whispered
to Jenny.

   She draped the dry towel over Jenny's privates, finally hiding her from
view.  He quickly turned and grabbed his toolbox.

   "Nice meeting you miss, hope your feeling better!" as he winked and
touched the bill of his cap.

   He walked out the door, again leaving it wide open!

   "Oh no, not again" sighed Jenny, as Jessica once again rose off the
stool.

   This time though, she walked over to the sink and started washing her
hands!  Jenny could see the boys staring at her with their jaws wide open.

   "Could you please shut the door, those kids are watching me!" She
croaked.

   "Oh my gosh, those little devils.  Can you believe kids these days! 
Just a sec," as she looked around for a towel to wipe her hands on.

   Jenny gasped as she reached over and snatched her towel away, which
exposed her glistening mound from view!  Again, Jessica slowly sauntered
over to the door as she dried her hands off.

   Just then Dr.  Stevens walked through the open door.

   "I saw maintenance leaving.  Good, they finally got around to fixing the
light.  I see Jenny is nicely prepped!"

   He shut the door behind him, and sat down on the stool facing her.  He
slipped off both of his loafers, and started to loosen his tie.

   "Unfortunately, there's no dignified way to go about your treatments,
Jenny.  I hope you can understand the difficulty's we go through with this
particular program."

   Speechless, Jenny watched as he undid his belt, unzipped, and removed
first his pants, and then his underwear.  He carefully hung them up.

   "Jessica, if you could please watch the door."

   She walked over, and leaned back against it with folded arms.  Jenny
quickly looked away as he started to approach her, slowly stroking his
engorged penis!

   "We have been very careful in who has been allowed to participate in
this project," he explained.  She felt the table start to tip back as he
operated the controls.  Her head now dropped below the level of his hips,
and the large, purple crown of his penis started to rise above her view. 
Her heavy breasts slid out the top of her apron, so that her erect nipples
were now plainly visible.

   "All of the staff who participates carry a picture I.D.  with my
signature."

   He showed her a fluorescent orange ID card, with his other hand.

   "You will always have an escort, to help you feel more comfortable."

   A small drop of fluid had begun to grow on the tip of his penis.  Jenny
couldn't tear her eyes away, as he slowly ran the underside of the head
over the tip of her nose, wiping it away!  She could smell his musky scent
linger in the air as he resumed stroking more firmly, along with the
dampness now tickling her nose.

   "From past experience, we have learned that it is in your best interest
to help the man feel more comfortable."

   Dr.  Stevens took her hand and placed it cupping his testicles!  He
started encouraging her to massage them with his free hand, as his voice
grew more hoarse.

   "You will find that the participant will orgasm quickly, so it will be
an easier experience for you.  You will also help to encourage a more
copious production of semen, which will reduce the amount of encounters
necessary."

   Dr.  Stevens moved his hand away, now that she was massaging on her own.
She felt his hand grasp her breast, and begin to gently roll her nipple
between a finger and thumb.  His testicles begin to shrink, as he firmly
squeezed her breast, and aimed his penis directly at her face!  She quickly
squeezed her eyes shut, as she felt the first spurt of liquid hit her
squarely on the nose!  The second spurt hit her cheek, as she turned her
head away.  He quickly released her breast, and turned her face back
towards him with his strong hand grasping her chin.

   "Don't waste the treatment!" he said in a tight voice, as she felt one
last spurt hit just below her nose.

   "You can open your eyes now, Jenny."

   His throbbing erect penis, hanging directly over her suddenly filled her
vision.  There was a large glob of semen dangling from the tip, waving over
her eyes.  He firmly grasped his rod at the base, and ran his fingers up
towards the tip.  This caused a large trail of his remaining fluid to spill
out onto her forehead.

   "Jenny, you were wonderful!  You're going to be our biggest success yet!
Jessica, some of the fluid missed, when she turned her head."

   He went back to the door, and started to dress.  Jessica came over, and
worked the foot controls to raise the table.  She pulled a spoon out of her
smock.

   "Try to be more careful in the future, Dear!  Most men produce very
little semen, so make sure you keep your face pointed directly at them"

   She carefully scooped up the glob from the table that had missed, and
casually wiped it off on her other cheek!

   " There now, that is much better!"

   "That's all there is to it, Jenny" Said the doctor.  "I want you to
remember NOT to disturb the treatment.  If some gets in your eyes, let the
nurse know and she will take care of it.  Will you remember that?"

   "I guess so," replied Jenny in a cracking voice.

   Jessica helped her out of the stirrups, and she was finally allowed to
sit up.  Jessica smiled at the thick white streams of semen, standing out
in vivid contrast against her bright red cheeks.

   "This is going to be fun!" she thought to herself, as she led Jenny
towards the door.

   "Where are you taking me?" asked Jenny in an alarmed voice.

   "You're scheduled first thing in the lab.  It shouldn't take long, they
just need a urine specimen, and to draw some blood." answered Dr.  Stevens.


   "Jessica, why don't you call for a wheelchair, we can't have her walking
around dressed like that!"

   "Let's get you weighed and on your way!  Come this way." As he led her
out the door, she straightened her apron as best she could.  He had her
step up on the scale facing the wall.  She heard a low "wolf whistle" from
the waiting room, and her level of discomfort increased.  Looking down, she
was alarmed to see that the rip now extended well below her breasts!  As
long as she kept herself straight she was covered, but her dark, silver
dollar sized aureole were faintly visible through the worn fabric!

   The doctor adjusted the counter-balances carefully, and entered her
weight on his chart.  Then he took her arm, and led her out into the
waiting room.  He pointed to a chair and asked her to have a seat.

   "They should be here any second." He smiled and left the room.

   Jenny turned a deep red, as she noticed the same two men seated across
from her, staring with disbelief!  The young boys were gone, thankfully,
but they had been replaced with several couples.  She was attracting lots
of furtive glances from the husbands, trying to disguise their interest
from the ladies they were with.

   Finally, a pleasant looking young black man approached with the
wheelchair, and stopped right in front of her.  She didn't want to think
about how he must have recognized her.  The whole staff must be aware of
this program!  He extended a hand to Jenny, and helped her up from the
chair.  As Jenny leaned forward to stand, she quickly gathered the back of
her apron with her free hand.  This caused her breasts to tumble out the
sides of the apron, much to the men's delight across from her.  She quickly
jumped over onto the wheelchair, and moved the apron back in place.  He
spun the chair so that she faced the two men.  He then reached down, and
positioned Jenny's feet on rests on either side of the chair legs.  Jenny
saw the men's eyes quickly lower to her crotch, so she quickly slapped her
thighs together!

   Jessica entered the room, carrying Jenny's clipboard.

   "Hi Ernie, right on time!"

   She turned to Jenny.

   "Let's get down to the lab, we're running late!"

   They wheeled Jenny toward the entry door, and swung the chair around, so
that they could back through and pull the chair behind them.  Jenny briefly
saw the two men rising from their seats, as the door swung shut behind her.

   As Ernie rolled her rapidly down the busy hallway, she prayed she
wouldn't run into anyone who recognized her.  She saw men glancing her way,
but their eyes were glued to her legs, not her face.  She kept both hands
in her lap, making sure she was well covered.

   "So Jessica!" said Ernie, "Just how much time have we got?"

   Jenny saw her look back at him with a devilish grin.

   "What do you have in mind?" she asked.

   He stopped and whispered something in her ear, and she giggled.

   "Yes, she does seem to have that effect on men!"

   She bent over closely to Jenny, and whispered "Ernie has something all
ready for you!"

   Jenny looked behind, and saw Ernie holding one of the bright orange
cards in his hand.  She sighed and slumped back in the chair.

   Jessica scanned the hallway, and then motioned him to follow.  She used
a passkey to open a hallway door, and motioned them in.  Jennie found
herself in a maintenance supply room.  Ernie swung her around, and locked
the wheels.  He stepped in front of her, unzipped his pants, and pulled out
his already hard cock.

   "Oh boy, that's a relief!  Now Jessica, you know I need your help!"

   Jessica reached down and began slowly massaging and kneading his cock in
her hand.  She grabbed a towel off a shelf and threw it down on the floor
in front of the chair.

   "Kneel down, Jenny" she said in a throaty voice.

   Jenny slid off her chair and kneeled down on the towel.

   "Now sit back on your legs"

   Jenny was totally focused on her slow circular rhythm, as she pulled
Ernie in close to stand over Jenny.

   "Tilt your head back and look in my eyes."

   His cock was being worked directly above her mouth, as he stood above.
Her eyes locked onto Jessica.

   "Slip the neck of you apron over your head, and let it fall down under
your breasts."

   Jenny obeyed as if hypnotized, never taking her eyes away from her.  "

   Good Girl.  Now cup your large breast's, and lift them up so Ernie can
admire them."

   His eyes squeezed shut, and his lips drew back in a grimace of pleasure.
She began using a twisting, back and forth motion now, with the same slow
rhythm.  She worked him from the base, all the way out to the tip and back.
He responded with a soft whimper.

   "I want you to squeeze your breasts and work your nipples for Ernie!"

   Small jolts of pleasure traveled down to her loins, as she pinched and
twisted her nipples for them.

   "He's very close Jenny, cup his balls with your left hand, and begin
massaging him like you were taught."

   Ernie gasped with pleasure, as Jenny began her ministrations.

   "Open your mouth, and slowly lick you lips for us."

   Jenny started to dig her groin against her ankle.  She could feel her
slick vulva starting to tingle with pleasure, as her own climax was
starting to build!

   "When you feel his balls tightening, close your eyes."

   Jessica could see the lust building in Jenny, just as she squeezed them
shut.  Ernie groaned, and started releasing his pent up fluids.  Rather
then spurting wildly like Dr.  Stevens, Ernie came in a much more
controlled fashion.  Jessica carefully directed the majority of his load
all over Jenny's mouth, as she moaned and twisted with her own orgasm.

   "My gosh Ernie, that was quite a load!  You've been holding back on me!
She said with a grin, giving his cock a final shake.

   "That was incredible babe!  You give the best hand in town!" He said
with a wide grin.  "And thank you Jenny, I thoroughly enjoyed the show!"

   He zipped himself shut, and reached down and took Jenny's hand to help
her up.  When she was again seated, Jessica carefully stretched the apron
string back over Jenny's head, careful not to disturb her face.  Her lips
were barely visible under all the goo!  It started to slowly trickle down
her chin.

   "Ummmm, mmmff" Jenny muttered.

   She looked pleadingly at Jessica, keeping her lips tightly sealed.

   "Cats got your tongue?" asked Jessica with a smile.

   "MMMMFF!" Jenny started to raise her hand to wipe her mouth, but Jessica
quickly snatched hold of it.

   "You heard the doctors instructions Jenny!  If you try to disturb the
treatment, I will have to strap your arms down."

   Jenny looked at her helplessly.

   "Don't be such a prude, you're a big girl now, just lick your lips!

   She chuckled, seeing Jenny's expression change.

   "I would have thought you'd be getting used to it by now!  I'll help you
get cleaned up."

   She reached down and swiped a finger across Jenny's lips, smearing it
off across her forehead.

   "Open you mouth wide," she said, and started to run the crook of her
finger all the way around her lips.

   She gave her devilish smile, and slid her finger deeply into Jenny's
mouth.

   "Now be a good girl, and pretend this is your husbands cock!  Always
remember, I can make today very easy or very hard!"

   Jenny closed her mouth on her finger, tasting the salty cum for the
first time.  Jessica started working her finger in and around her mouth
obscenely, while Jenny sucked, working her tongue back and forth.

   "Very good, Jenny!  I guess you're not such a prude after all!

   She pulled her finger out of Jenny's mouth and stuck it in her own,
drawing it back out again past pouted lips.

   "Mmmmmm, you missed some.  Now Swallow for Jessica!"

   Jenny almost gagged as she swallowed the bitter liquid, much to their
delight.

   "I'm very proud of you, Jenny!" she said, giving her a careful hug.

   As Jenny re-entered the hallway, low and behold, there were the two guys
from the waiting room leaning against the far wall!  Ernie made a right
turn and started quickly down the hall.  He stopped in front of a bank of
elevators, and pushed the down button.  One chimed to a stop next to them,
and Jessica entered and held the door.  Ernie swung her around and backed
in.  Just as the doors started to close, the two guys squeezed through the
door, and stood right beside Jenny's chair.

   She could sense their gaze down the apron at her exposed cleavage.  She
knew they couldn't help but notice all of the cum on her face.  She could
feel strings of it hanging suspended from her chin!  One of the men was
pressing his groin against her arm on the chair.  She could feel his stiff
cock through his jeans!  She shifted over in her chair, just as the
elevator started down.  When it jerked to a stop, Jenny felt globs of cum
fall from her chin and land on the top of her chest, slowly running down
between her breasts.  Jessica noticed this also, as she quickly reached
down with her spoon, and dragged it up along her skin, collecting most of
it.

   "There you go, dear!"

   As she let the fluid drip straight down across the bridge of Jenny's
nose!  She whimpered softly at her plight.  Her "admirers" looked on in
stunned disbelief.

   Ernie pushed her out of the elevator, and they went quickly down the
hall, making several turns along the way.  They came to a door at the end,
marked with a "Laboratory" sign.  When they entered the room, there were
several banks of chairs in the center and a counter along the back wall
where several women were quietly working.  She could see row after row of
open, color-coded files behind the counter.  Along the right wall, there
were small cubicles, each with a padded bench against the back.  The front
of the cubicles were open.  Drapes were pushed to the side of each one. 
The left wall contained an unmarked door, and racks of magazines and
informational brochures.  There were at least a dozen people in the room
waiting.

   They approached the counter, and gave Jenny's clipboard to one of the
women.  The nurse gave her a long look.

   "We'll be right with you, Miss." She said, as she studied the chart. 
"You can take her over to the first booth, this shouldn't take long."

   As they wheeled her over to the booth, Jessica said, "Ernie and I are
going to run down to the cafeteria and grab a cup of coffee.  We'll come
back in about fifteen minutes to check on you.  Remember to leave your
treatment alone!  I can tell if you fool with it"

   They backed her into the first booth, and turned and left her there to
wait.  She wished she had asked for a magazine.  She could have used it to
hide her face.  A row of chairs was only about twelve feet away facing her,
and she could see her two pursuers taking a seat!

   The nurse who took her chart originally approached and pulled the
drapery closed.  Jenny sighed, now that she was finally hidden from view.
The drapery wasn't very high, and was a good foot off the floor, but it was
a lot better then nothing!

   "I need you to sit up on the bench, Jenny."

   There was a blood pressure meter mounted on the back wall, and after
Jenny was seated, she wrapped the cuff around her arm and took the reading.
She checked her pulse, and wrote both numbers down on the chart.

   "Dr Stevens has a note here to use an anal thermometer for your
temperature, so please jump down and turn to face the bench."

   "Oh please, do I have to go through that again!"

   The nurse gave her a patient smile.

   "You wouldn't believe all the rules and red tape we have to go through
these days!  We record your vitals every hour during all procedures.  Now
let's get it over with!"

   The nurse pulled on a glove, and squeezed some clear lube out on her
finger.

   "Bend over the bench dear, and spread your feet apart!"

   Jenny felt her work the cold lotion in around her anus.  She gasped as
the nurse worked pushed her finger deeply in, and then started slowly
rotating it around the walls of her rectum!  She slipped her finger back
out, and replaced it with the thermometer.

   "Now don't move!  She said as she turned away.

   Jenny was startled to hear the curtain slide open, and looked back over
her shoulder.  The two jerks were both seated in view, smiling back at her!


   The nurse stepped to the side, still holding the drape open partway, and
said loudly "Shirley, I forgot the specimen cup, could you grab one for me?


   Jenny turned around quickly, and stood straight up to cover herself. 
The thermometer squirted out, and hit the floor.

   The nurse turned and looked back, shutting the drapes.

   "What's all the commotion about in here?"

   Her eyes locked on the broken thermometer lying on the floor.

   "Those guys out in the room were spying on me!" Jenny whispered
urgently.

   The nurse shook her head.

   "Dear, they have better things to do then try to spy on you!  Now don't
move till we clean up the broken glass!"

   Both nurses returned shortly.  One started to sweep up the broken
thermometer, carefully wiping the floor down afterwards.  The other opened
up a plastic case she was carrying, and set it on the bench.  Jenny could
see a digital readout, with several knobs and levers.  There was a tray at
the bottom, from which she pulled out an odd looking device attached by a
long wire lead.  She started to stretch what appeared to be a condom over
the tip of the probe, and Jenny suddenly realized what she had in mind!

   "You're not going to use that, that thing on me!" she cried in alarm.

   The probe was about the same size as Ernie's cock was, with smooth bumps
all the way down the shaft!

   "Oh, it's not that bad, Jenny.  This is more accurate then a
conventional thermometer, and the design ensures that it will stay in
place."

   She smiled, as she squeezed some lube out on it, and worked it in with
her hand, as if she was stroking a man.

   "You'll find out that it is far easier to cooperate with people during
treatment.  When you resist, we may have to resort too less pleasant
alternatives to get the job done!  Now I'm going to need you to lay down on
your back."

   Jenny stretched out on the bench, and straightened her apron as best she
could.

   "Now grab your knees, and draw your legs up tight to your chest."

   Tears of shame began to mix with the semen slowly drying around her
eyes. The nurse drew her legs apart, and started to massage more of the
lube into her puckered anus.  She bit her lip as she felt the cold, hard
probe press against her tightened sphincter muscle.

   "Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly"

   The pressure was increased, and she groaned aloud as she felt it slide
in over the first ridge.

   "Ok, Jenny, that's the worst part!  Now take another deep breath."

   As she exhaled, the nurse started to press against the next ridge, but
stopped and looked behind as she heard someone opening the curtain.

   "Ah, Jenny, I'm Dr.  Benedict.  Dr.  Stevens told me to expect you this
morning!  I'm in charge of the lab.  And where are we at in her exam,
Marsha?

   The nurse backed away from the table, as the doctor stepped in front of
Jenny.

   "We are just finishing up her readings for the chart.  She wasn't
cooperating with the anal thermometer, so we are using the Tyler probe. 
Then we just need urine and blood sample's."

   "You can go back up front, Marsha.  I'll finish this up" He said,
looking back towards the nurse.

   "Very good doctor" she answered.

   She turned and quickly left.  The doctor turned back to Jenny, and gave
her a warm smile.  He was younger then Dr.  Stevens, with sandy brown hair
and dark brown eyes.  He reached inside his white lab coat, and pulled out
a card on a thin beaded chain hanging from his neck.  He presented it to
Jenny, with raised eyebrows.  Jenny sighed and looked down, as she
immediately recognized the program ID.



   Without a word, he tucked the card back under his jacket.  Reaching
under the table with his foot, she heard him drag something out.  It must
have been a stool, as she saw him take a step up.  He held a finger over
his lips, and softly said "Shhhh," as he unzipped his fly and calmly pulled
out his penis.

   "Stay just as you are!" he said quietly, as he reach across and slid her
shoulders toward him on the table.

   Now his cock loomed directly over her face, as he worked it back and
forth.

   She watched him reach down, and felt as he grasped the probe.

   "Draw you legs up high!"

   He reminded, as he started to twirl it in slow circles, all the while
watching the reactions play on her face.

   "You are certainly a beautiful young lady, Jenny" he commented, slowly
pushing the probe beyond the next ridge.

   Jenny closed her eves and let out a soft moan.

   As he continued to work the probe gently, the sensations were starting
to move away from those of discomfort, towards something far different. 
She felt the pad of his thumb begin to apply pressure directly above her
hard clitoris, as he continued to press against yet another ridge.  She
gasped, and started softly panting through opened lips as another inch was
inserted.  Unable to hold back any longer, she released herself to a rich,
deep orgasm, unlike anything else she had previously achieved!

   It peaked again as the final ridge on the instrument went in.  She felt
the warm cascade of the doctor's ejaculation start hitting against her
face, as he too gasped in release.  She moaned and offered no resistance as
he pressed his hard cock between her lips, and deep within her moist mouth.
She could taste the last of his cum, as she pressured the underside of his
penis with her tongue.

   Reluctantly, he withdrew from her mouth, and tucked himself away.

   "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, Jenny.  That was tremendous!"


   She stayed quiet, as he started to withdraw the probe slowly, ridge by
ridge.  When it finally popped out, she let her legs fall back down, and
pulled the apron back in place.

   "Take my hands" He said, and he pulled her to back up to a sitting
position.

   He wrapped a rubber tourniquet around her upper arm, and searched for a
vein at her elbow.

   "Little prick here, Jenny" as he smoothly guided the hypodermic in the
vein.

   As he started to pull back on the plunger, he smiled and commented "as
opposed to the bigger prick a minute ago!"

   She blushed at the off-color humor, but couldn't keep a small smile from
crossing her lips.

   He finished quickly and put a Band-Aid in place.  He gave her a small
jar with a screw-on lid.

   "Please give us a urine specimen, and we will be all done for today" He
smiled.

   "Don't you have a bathroom I can use?" she asked.

   "You are due next in Radiology, and Dr.  Stevens has you scheduled for a
special film which requires a full bladder.  The technicians don't want you
to use the bathroom till you're down there for the test.  Now I'll have the
nurse return to collect the cup in a minute."

   He turned and was through the curtain before she could protest.  She
shrugged her shoulders, and decided to get it over with.  She removed the
lid, and turned to face the table.  Squatting slightly, she craned her head
forward to peer past her cum-coated cheeks.  She had to pee badly, and
easily released a strong stream, which splashed against her hand as she
held the small bottle.  She squeezed her legs tightly together before
overflowing the jar.

   "Need any help?" Jessica's voice startled her.

   A small trickle of pee trailed down her leg before she got fully in
control.  Looking over her shoulder, she saw Jessica peeking over the
drapery.

   "I'll grab you a towel." She said, turning away.

   She came back and handed her a damp towel to clean up with, as the nurse
came back to collect the jar.

   Jessica helped her back into the wheelchair, and she wheeled her back
out of the room.  She saw her pursuers fall into line behind them as they
left.

   "We need to get you over to Radiology now," But as she finished the
sentence, they heard a muted buzz.

   Jessica reached in her pocket, pulled out the beeper, and checked the
screen.

   "Well, I guess it's time you learned about our donor clinic," she said,
as they rolled past the bank of elevators that they used before.  "Luckily,
it's just down the hall.  The University has deep freeze equipment on site,
so they are able to maintain a state of the art sperm bank.  Since they
only require minuscule amounts of the actual semen for their specimen's, we
were able to combine the two programs to benefit each other."

   They entered a small waiting room, with a lone man sitting down, reading
a newspaper.  Jessica leaned hear head through the opening on the back
wall.

   "Are you ready for us?" she asked.

   She was waved in, and they passed through the inner door into a narrow
hallway.  A nurse watched her closely as they went past.  She held a hand
over her mouth, hiding the look of shock on her face from Jenny, as she saw
Jenny's appearance.

   Jessica opened an unmarked door on the left, and they entered a small
room.  The room was stark white, with a highly polished floor.  There was a
gurney pushed up along one side, and a curtain against the back wall.  A
light fixture was mounted over the curtain, which was turned off.  A small
steel table was next to the drapes, with towels and small plastic cups on
it.

   Giving Jenny her hand, Jessica said "I need you to lie back on the
gurney, dear."

   She helped her up, and held the gurney in place while she climbed up on
the narrow shelf, and then laid back.  Jessica slipped a folded towel under
hear head, which made it a lot more comfortable.

   "What's going to happen here?" asked Jenny.

   Just then the light above the curtains lit up.

   "That's our cue!" said Jessica, as she wheeled the gurney over to the
drapes, so Jenny was pointed headfirst toward them.

   She drew the drapes apart, and by tipping her head back, Jenny could see
a waist high opening in the wall.  There was a viewing window mounted
directly above.

   "After a lot of trial and error, we finally came up with a good delivery
method.  "Now open your mouth wide for me" she said, opening her own mouth
wide to demonstrate.

   She slipped one of the plastic cups inside her mouth, and pushed it in
so that the rim was just slightly above her lips.

   "Wha ah ya ooeee?" Jessica pushed the gurney towards the wall.

   "Now keep still dear, and don't move around.  I will be keeping an eye
on you at all times, so don't worry!

   Jenny watched as her head passed through the opening, and extended in to
the next room.  She had to scrunch her shoulders together to clear the
sides, as Jessica continued to feed the cart in.  Alarmed, she felt her
apron being bunched up between her breasts, causing them to tumble out the
sides!  Her arms were now pinned between her body and the side's of the
chute.  She felt the support structure under the gurney hit the wall, and
she jerked to a stop, exposed from the top of her rib cage up in the next
room, with no way to cover herself up!

   The room was dark as she entered, but now a spotlight mounted above her
head on the ceiling flicked on, illuminating her in a pool of light.  She
could see that the viewing window must actually be a two-way mirror, since
the room was reflected from this side.  A figure approached her,
silhouetted by the spotlight.  Understanding suddenly dawned on her, as his
erect penis now loomed above her head, and he began rapidly masturbating.
His free hand moved to her breast, as he fondled her at will.

   It wasn't long before he threw his head back and climaxed with a groan.
His first spurt caught her right in the eye, and she struggled against
turning her head away.  She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, as it began to
sting.  She could feel pressure against the cup, as he must have stuck his
cock against the edge to direct some semen inside.  She felt small droplets
hitting her forehead, as he worked the last of the fluid out, and shook it
off over her.

   Thankfully, she immediately felt the table being pulled back through the
opening.

   "You did great Jenny!  You didn't spill a drop!  I thought you would
loose it when he hit your eye," She said, as she plucked the cup from her
mouth, and snapped a lid on.

   She carefully began wiping the cum from Jenny's eye, which had started
to tear up.

   The door to the room opened, and the nurse stuck her head in.

   "Excuse me, but we just had two new donors sign up outside.  Do you have
time for them?" She asked.

   "Did you explain the procedure to them?  Asked Jessica.

   "Oh yes, and they seemed quite willing to cooperate!"

   Jessica checked her watch.

   "We'll try for one, but if he takes to long we won't be able to fit in
both of them."

   Jenny's shoulders slumped dejectedly, as the nurse turned and shut the
door.

   "This is so degrading, I can't believe this is really happening!"

   "Don't give up on me now Jenny!  You've been doing so well.  You have
absolutely nothing to be ashamed of!  Besides, if you stop now, the
treatment won't work.

   She grabbed a towel off the cart, and carefully cleaned off around her
eyes.

   "There, that looks better!"

   She bit her lip to keep from chuckling, as Jenny's face was now a mask
of caked sperm.  Her hair was starting to get matted to her face around the
edges, and strands were clumping together, as rivulets of semen trailed
down.  She was going to have to keep her away from a mirror!

   The light flashed on suddenly, and Jessica quickly grabbed another cup.
This time Jenny held her mouth open without being asked, and she fit the
cup in place.  Jenny slipped back through the opening, and once again a
dark figure was in place, stroking his meaty cock.  He slid closer to the
wall, and started to swipe his cock across her erect nipple.  He reached
behind, and picked something up.  Jenny felt him squeeze out a glob of
lubricant all over the middle of her breast, which he proceeded to begin
working in with his cock.  He actually cupped the flesh of her breast
around his member, and began stroking his hips in and out as if he was
fucking her!  Suddenly she felt his cum spurt across her other breast, as
he gave a final buck of his hips.  He quickly released her, and oozed a
line of goo up her neck, to the waiting cup.  She couldn't believe how much
additional fluid he continued to squeeze out of the monster, little of
which seemed to hit the cup.  She could taste it oozing in at the corners
of her mouth.

   She felt the gurney slip back, as the man let out a gleeful whoop. 
Jessica once more replaced the cup with an empty one, and the routine was
repeated shortly afterward, with the third man.  She helped Jenny get back
to her chair, after both men had spent themselves all over her face.  She
was ushered back into the hallway.  Rivers of spunk rolled down her face,
and hung off her chin.  They broke off under their own weight, and plopped
down on her chest.  The front of her apron was getting plastered to her
breasts, and her nipples were plainly visible through the thin material.

   When they re-entered the waiting room, the two men who had been
following her were lounging back in chairs, with big grins on their faces.
They gave her a "thumbs-up" gesture as she passed.  She understood then who
her last two "donors" had been!  Her face was burning under the layer of
goo.

   "Well, at least I'll be left alone now!" She said to herself, with a
rueful smile.

   She drifted along as if in a trance through more hallways and doors. 
She was vaguely aware of a crowded elevator at one point, and the
persistent buzz of background noises.  She came back to reality finally,
seated in another quiet examination room.  Jessica was helping her up by
one arm, and a different man had a hand under the other.

   "Welcome back!" said Jessica, as she saw Jenny start to look around. 
"You must have drifted off on us for a bit.  Must be the overload of new
experiences!  You're in radiology now, and this is Dr.  Ellis."

   She nodded toward the other young man.  He had bright blue eyes and
shortly trimmed blond hair.  They led her over to a large table in the
center of the room.

   She felt Jessica undoing the ties of her apron in back.

   "We need to remove this for your pictures"

   She explained, as she pulled it carefully over her head, and draped it
on the chair.

   " You can climb up on the table, and kneel down facing us" said Dr. 
Ellis, as he pulled a wallet out of his pants.

   Jenny looked on blankly as he pulled out the program ID card, showing it
to her.

   "Jessica, set that bowl over by Jenny" He said as he turned away.

   He pointed towards a large, clear bowl sitting on a cart by the table,
which she picked up and carefully positioned in the center of the table
where Jenny was kneeling.  Dr.  Ellis busied himself with a video camera
mounted on a heavy tripod, positioned close by.  He raised it up to eye
level, and flipped on the camera light mounted on its side.

   "Jessica, I'm going to need your help here."

   Jenny looked on with shock, as he unzipped his pants, and pulled out a
beefy cock.  So far, every man in this hospital had her husband beat hands
down in size!  Jennifer dropped down to her knees in front of him, and took
him deeply into her mouth!

   "This is a special X-ray camera, Jenny.  Dr.  Stevens indicated that you
have had a urinary infection in the past, so he wants a film sequence of
your bladder and urinary tract function, to check for any chronic problems.
I will need you to squat over the bowl, and face the camera.  Jenny did as
he asked, as primly as she could.  It sure is a funny looking X-ray camera,
she thought to herself!

   She watched as Jessica sucked the doctor's testicles into her mouth, as
she slowly stroked his now fully erect cock with a free hand.

   "Now lean back on your hands for me, and spread your legs as wide as you
can."

   He was totally focused on the camera viewfinder, and never looked up
directly at her.  Somehow, this seemed to lesson her embarrassment, as she
slowly spread her legs.

   "Very good Jenny!" When I give you the word I want you to pee, until I
tell you to stop.  We need to see your muscle's as they contract and relax.
Go ahead and start!"

   Jenny felt great relief, as she let loose with a strong stream of pee
directly into the bottom of the empty bowl.

   "Stop" he called out suddenly.

   She groaned as she contracted her muscles tightly, her hips lifting with
effort as she tensed up and fought against the urge to continue peeing. 
She could see Jessica's head bob back and forth now on his shaft, slurping
and gurgling away quite noisily.

   "Beautiful Jenny, now continue!" he said.

   A noisy stream splashed into the bowl, and as relief washed over her,
Jenny could see him grasp the back of Jessica's head and drive it forward
into his hips, as he released himself into her mouth.  He held her in this
position, choking and gagging, till his climax subsided.  He then released
her head, and she pulled away and turned, rising back up to her feet.

   Jenny's spray of pee was starting to lesson, as Jessica walked around
the table behind her.  As she finished, Jessica moved the bowl aside, and
put her hands under Jenny's arms, supporting her as she helped her lay
backwards, down onto her back.  She leaned over Jenny, and wiped her
genitals off with a warm towel, as her legs were still splayed facing the
camera.  She looked down into Jenny's eyes, and puckered her lips,
releasing a long stream of goo right on top of her nose and mouth!  Jenny
shut her eyes tightly, as it rolled down both sides of her face.

   "I was a good girl, and didn't waste a drop!" whispered Jessica, when
the stream finally abated.

   Jenny returned to her chair, and was taken back out into the hallway,
next to a different door.  Jessica had helped her back into the apron,
which was now completely soaked down to her waist.  It clung tightly to the
curvature of her breasts.  Her exposed cleavage was wet, and glistened with
fluid.

   Jessica put her chart down next to the chair.

   "All we need now is your chest X-ray, and then we can get going.  The
room is in use right now, so you can relax for a few minutes until they're
ready.  I'm going to try to find a cup of coffee.  I'll be right back."

   She turned and walked away, down the hall.

   Two minutes later the door next to her opened, and a male patient walked
out, followed by another man in a white lab coat.

   "You can go back to the exam room now, Mr.  Thomas, the doctor will be
back with you shortly."

   He turned, and noticed Jenny.  Reaching down, he looked at the
clipboard.

   "You're here with Dr.  Stevens, Jenny?" he asked, still flipping through
her chart.

   He looked quite young, and very nerdy.  He was wearing thick glasses,
and had a mess of curly, uncombed hair.

    -ś My name is Jack, and I'm one of the X-ray technicians.  I see that
you're waiting for a chest film, so lets not keep you waiting any longer."

   He wheeled her into the empty room, and locked the wheels on the chair.
He stepped around to help her up, at which point he noticed her face, and
caught the scent of the spent seed coming off of her.  He was stunned
speechless, as his jaw fell open!

   Jenny saw the look on his face.

   "Let's get it over with," she said in a resigned voice.

   "Go ahead and pull your cock out!"

   He just continued to stare, as he took a deep swallow, unable to answer
her.

   "Well, if you're too shy, I guess I can help!"

   She was anxious to get through with the treatments, so she reached
forward and boldly unzipped his pants (she was amazed at the difference in
her actions, from just a few hours ago.  She would never have dreamed of
doing this before today!).

   Fishing through his underwear, she gently pulled his penis and balls out
into the open.  The now familiar musky scent of a man's penis wafted over
her face, as she began to work on his stiffening member.  She reached
behind and pulled the apron over her head, exposing her breasts to his
view, maintaining the steady rhythm back and forth on his shaft.

   "You are incredible!" He croaked, watching her from above.

   She moved forward off the chair onto her knees, taking her position
directly underneath his now fully engorged member.

   She dropped a hand to her slippery breast, and began working it as he
watched.  She squeezed and stroked the flesh around in her hand, and began
pulling and stroking her large nipple.  She saw his balls tightening, and
felt his thighs clench.  He let out a gasp as he climaxed, and shot a
powerful spurt that splashed down on her forehead.  She carefully milked
every last drop of fluid from him, much to his delight.

   "That had to be the kinkiest experience of my life!  I can't believe
this happened!" he said, as he tucked his cock away, zipping his trousers
back up.

   Jenny smiled.

   "Are you new with the program?" She asked, pulling her apron back up.

   "What program do you mean?" He asked.

   Startled, she looked up at him.

   "Oh, no!" She said, seeing the innocent look on his face.  She now
remembered that he had never showed her a card.  He must believe that she
was some sort of nymphomaniac!

   Looking down, she allowed him to position her up against a wall in front
of a real X-ray machine (she now wondered about the real purpose of the
camera in the other room!).  He finished the whole process in just a few
minutes, returning her to the hallway to wait for Jessica.  He made a few
clumsy attempts at conversation, but she was to embarrassed to answer.  As
he left, he handed her one of his business cards, begging her to call!



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   Caddyshack Jenny by Capstick

   Jenny arrived at the Country Club at four o'clock sharp.  Her husband
had dropped off his car for service that morning on his way to the office.
A co-worker had dropped him off for his twelve p.m.  tee time.  Jenny was
going to pick him up, and take him back to the dealership to reclaim his
car before they closed for the evening.  "Jenny's Taxi service" was once
again in full swing she mused, with a rueful smile.  She was once again
being used.  Though certainly not wealthy, they got along all right without
a second income.  They had no children, and lived well within their means.

   Except for this club!  She thought to herself.  Looking around the
parking lot, all she saw were Lexus, Mercedes and Jaguar nameplates!  She
felt out of place parking her four-year-old Taurus next to a brand new
silver Corvette convertible.  A young man immediately approached her car,
dressed in a white polo shirt with the club logo at his breast.

   "Can I help you with your clubs, Mam?" he asked brightly, with an eager
grin on his cute face.

   "Oh no.  I'm just here to pick up my husband!  Which way is the
clubhouse?" she asked with a smile.

   "Follow me, Mam!" he answered, leading her through the parked cars, up
to a long cobblestone path, bordered by carefully pruned Magnolia trees. 
There was a sweet perfume in the air, and small songbirds were flitting all
around, chirping happily in the late afternoon sun.

   They emerged from the path to large, carved mahogany set of doors set
into the face of an elegant, stone mansion.  As they passed inside, they
entered a spacious, high ceiling entry hall, with groups of massive leather
armchairs spaced around marble sofa tables.  Small knots of men sat in
comfortable groups, deeply involved in their own jovial conversations. 
Jenny could smell the odor of expensive cigars in the air.  No one paid
them any attention as they passed through.

   They now entered a separate room at the back of the hall, through a set
of cut glass French doors thrown wide open.  There were several racks of
colorful golf clothes on display in the brightly lit room.  Golf clubs
lined one of the walls, and there was a long carved wood counter to the
side.  The back-wall was all glass, providing a panoramic view of a heavily
contoured practice green, with the finishing hole of the course off in the
distance.

   "How can I help you?" Asked the athletic looking middle-aged man from
behind the wood counter, watching as she entered the shop.

   There were two other men in golf outfits standing in front of the
counter, their backs to her.  They were both looking at their golf cards,
comparing scores for the day.

   "I'm here to pick up my husband, Jack Richards.  He said I could meet
him at the Pro Shop at four" she answered.  One of the men turned suddenly,
and she recognized Dr.  Stevens from the Hospital!

   "Jenny!  How nice to see you again!" He said with a big smile, walking
right up to greet her.

   He took her hand in both of his, giving it a warm shake as he peered
closely at her face.  Jenny couldn't bear to meet his eyes, as previous
feelings of shame and embarrassment washed over her.  He leaned in close
and whispered, "I see your complexion is clear as a bell!  The treatments
must be working great!"

   He turned back and said, "Jenny and I will be out on the patio.  We'll
catch Jack on his way in."

   He wrapped an arm lightly around her narrow waist, directing her out
through a door on the back wall.  They stepped onto a broad stone terrace,
with several wrought iron patio sets overlooking the practice green.

   He held out a chair for her, taking a seat himself after she had settled
in.  With a sweep of his hand a perky young waitress appeared, asking if
she could get them anything from the bar.  Jenny asked for a glass of
water, while Dr.  Stevens requested a "Bushmill's on the rocks."

   "So how have you been Jenny?" he asked with a smile, after she had left
to get their drinks.

   Though very hesitant initially, Jenny found herself slowly being drawn
into conversation with him.  He was a very charming, confident man with a
contagious smile.  It didn't hurt that he had such a pleasant, chiseled
face either!

   "You were a great sport, to put up with Jack's stunt as well as you did,
Jenny.  I don't know of many women who could have gone through with it!" He
shook his head, staring vacantly off into the distance, remembering that
day from the past where they had first met.

   Jenny grasped her glass of water and took a quick swallow, to keep from
choking.  Looking over his shoulder, she could see her husband standing
with a small group of men, laughing and shaking hands.  There were four
teenagers walking back towards the side of the clubhouse, carrying their
golf bags.  The men were in an animated discussion, and didn't look to be
in a hurry to come up just yet.

   "I wasn't aware that Jack knew anything about that day!" she said to Dr.
Stevens, her eyes still locked on her husband in the distance.

   "Oh come on Jenny, be serious!" he answered with a grin; that is until
he saw the expression on her face.

   "I just assumed that since you were such a good sport about the
"treatments" that day, you must have been in on it!" He suddenly felt very
awkward.

   "Are you telling me that my husband ARRANGED for that to happen to me!"
she asked, locking his eves with a piercing stare.

   He cradled his fingers together on the tabletop, puffing his cheeks out
as he expelled a slow breath.

   "Look around you, Jenny.  Do you realize how much a membership to this
club is worth?  It takes years to even make it off the waiting list to get
in!  But Jenny" He said, returning her stare with equal intent, "You were
worth every penny!"

   Jenny slumped back in her chair, as she realized how she had been used.

   "I'm only being honest with you because I really like you, Jenny.  You
seem to be a very sweet girl.  I have a totally different opinion of you
now then before."

   She looked back up at him, and saw her husband wave as he approached the
terrace.

   "Don't mention this to him!" she whispered urgently, rising in her chair
to greet her husband, her face plastered with an artificial smile.

   Brentwood Country Club Members Outing (One month later)

   Jack sat in front of his locker at the club, reveling in the atmosphere
and "feel" of the room.  All around, fellow members were laughing and
telling jokes at each other's expense, generally having a grand old time!
He slipped his right foot into his favorite golf shoes, and suddenly paused
as he felt something ooze all around his foot.  The room broke out in
raucous laughter, as he slowly extracted his stocking foot now soaked with
shaving cream!

   "All right, very funny!  Break the new guy in!" He joined in with their
good-natured laughter, getting several pats on the back in playful
sympathy.

   "Jesus, did you see the new babe they have caddying this year!" Said an
old timer sitting across from him.  "I don't know where she came from, but
I hope this is the start of something big!"

   Another guy standing to the side broke in, "Speaking of big, did you
catch the knockers on that one!  Nipples out to here" He mimed, holding his
fingers a good inch from his chest.  "I'm going to go bribe Harry right
now!"

   They all broke out in a laugh.  Jack hoped he would get her.  Somehow,
he had landed in Jenny's doghouse for the last month.  He definitely needed
to touch something soft real soon!  His back was still stiff from the
couch. He knew every spring on a first name basis.

   He changed socks, and slipped on an old pair of spikes.  Grabbing a
donut off the snack table, he followed the others out the door and up
towards the practice green.  There was an circle of golfers wrapped around
the back, blocking his view.  He stopped dead in his tracks, as he came
upon a break in the ring of men, and saw what they were all staring at. 
The club pro was kneeling next to a curvaceous young lady, explaining to
her how to "read a green".

   Her back was turned to the men as she watched him carefully explaining
the breaks of the practice green in front of them.  She was dressed in a
tiny white tennis skirt with a white cotton top.  Long blond hair draped
midway down to her ass, tied in a loose ponytail.  The group of guys around
him gasped in unison, as she doubled over at the waist, placing her hands
on her knees.  While she was trying to get a clearer view of the break, she
was giving the men quite a treat!  The short skirt rode up her legs, just
short of her well-rounded ass.  Jack felt his cock stiffening in his loose
shorts!

   "Holy shit!  Will you look at that!" exclaimed one of the old-timers, as
they approached from the locker room, joining the small knot of men.

   Several of the guys chuckled along with him, and sensing the attention,
the gal's head slowly turned back, peering over her shoulder!  Jack's jaw
dropped, as he recognized his wife's familiar face!  Seeing her husband's
startled expression at the back of her group of admirers, Jenny grinned a
devilish smile and returned her attention to the club pro.  Jenny bent over
deeper yet, making it apparent to the group that she wore nothing
underneath the brief skirt!

   "That must be the new caddy!" Said the old-timer, giving her an
appreciative whistle.  "You know old man Broomhall will keep her all to
himself though!"

   Bill Broomhall was the current owner of the club, and having recently
retired, was a very active member, never missing an event.

   "All golfers please come to the first tee for your starting assignments
please." A voice called out over the P.A.  system.

   "There's the old man now, let's get going!" Reluctantly, the group of
men turned away from Jenny as she straightened back up, and started to make
their way over to the first tee area.

   Jack stood dumbfounded, still staring at his wife.  He was torn between
joining the group of guys, or grabbing her by the scruff of the neck and
getting her out of here!  Hmmmm, Of course at this point, no one knew who
she really was, and if he did make a scene they would probably cancel his
membership!  Making up his mind, he turned and quickly followed off after
the group, leaving Jenny standing alone on the practice green.

   "What a jerk!" She thought to herself, watching him join up with the
others.  "Well, here we go girl!  Lets see how he likes me now!"

   "Let's get going, Jenny!" said the Pro, and strode off towards the Caddy
shack.

   She hurried after him down the shrub-lined path.  They approached a low
white building set back off the course proper.  There were maintenance
vehicles and carts parked in neat rows behind the building.  The front half
was where the member's clubs were stored, and it also housed the Caddy's
locker room, along with a small commissary.  The club pro had showed Jenny
around the grounds earlier, so she was somewhat familiar with the
operation.

   "O.K.  guys, settle down and listen up!" shouted the Pro.  There were 48
members participating in today's tournament, so the attention of 47 caddies
suddenly turned to the pro, with Jenny standing alongside.  She was
immediately struck by how young they all looked, many not much taller then
the clubs they carried.  Most were family members and relatives of the
members.  She also didn't see another girl in the group.  Rather then
looking at the Pro, however, she felt all eyes were glued to her chest!

   Let me digress for a moment, and explain the object of the young men's
attention to you.  Jenny has been blessed (she has believed many times
cursed!) with perfectly formed, football-sized breasts.  Not only are they
so delightfully proportioned, they feature embarrassingly large, puffy
aureole with a deep purplish brown hue.  Protruding from these aureole are
thick nipples, quite obvious even at rest.  It is for this reason that she
has always worn heavy support bras, keeping her obvious charms under a
heavy disguise.

   We can all be thankful for this today, since her breasts were now free
of encumbrance, gracefully swaying beneath the thin cotton material of the
white uniform golf jersey she had been given to wear.  They thrust proudly
forward towards the young eyes, and they watched on with wonder as the
nipples slowly engorged and grew with the attention.

   Jenny gave a chuckle under her breath and clasped her hands behind her
back, now standing at attention for the boy's enjoyment, swiveling this way
and that for their enjoyment.  The club had no women's clothing to offer
her, so she had selected this sweater earlier.  It was intended to wear
over a collared golf shirt, but no one was in a mind to point this out to
her.  Being sized for a larger man, it draped rather loosely off her
shoulders, with a deep V-cut highlighting her abundant cleavage.  The
material was strained across her jumbo breasts however, with her dark
areola being hinted at underneath the thin material.

   "Boy's, you've all been through this before, but we have a new member to
the caddies fraternity today!  I'd like to introduce Jenny!" She gave the
boys a big wave, causing her breasts to sway back and forth.

   She noticed them whispering to each other, with many an elbow dig
exchanged, as they gave her a warm applause.

   "I want you all to make her feel at home!  Everybody meet up with your
golfers at the first tee in fifteen minutes, and remember to have fun out
there!" With that said, he turned and hurried off to join the golfers.

   Jenny was left standing in front of the group, who were all still
staring slack jawed at her.  A cute red headed boy in the front row was
shoved from behind, stumbling towards her.  She heard a muffled "Go ahead!"
from behind him.  He raised his head up, though she saw his eyes were still
glued to her chest.  She smiled to herself, as he blushed furiously,
matching the shade of his carrot-top hair.

   "Good luck, mam!" he said in a croaking voice, as he opened his arms and
surged forward to embrace her with a big hug.  Jenny now realized his true
intentions, as he began snuggling his head up against her breasts, which
were conveniently at his eye level!

   She wrapped her arms around him, giving him a gentle pat on the back. 
Seeing no objection from her, another boy approached hesitantly, tapping
the red head on the shoulder, and taking his place after wishing her well.
She saw a line in front of her begin to form, but simply shrugged her
shoulders and closed her eyes, feeling the next young face bury itself into
her cleavage.  Rather than wrap up her waist though, this one slipped his
hands up under her skirt and grabbed both bare cheeks!  She reached back
and grasped his wrists.

   "Hey, watch it there buster!" she scolded, seeing his face peek up at
her from between her breasts.

   He had a sheepish grin on his face, as the next boy quickly took his
place.  Jenny's nipples now stood out fully erect, as most of them took
advantage of the opportunity to rub their faces across either one or the
other puckered nipple.  A few of them surprised her by immediately
beginning to suckle, engulfing her immediately with wide-open mouths!  She
had to reach down to pry them away manually.  She took it very well though.


   "Boys will be boys," she thought with a sly grin!

   Jack listened attentively as Bill Broomhall stood before the group of
members, explaining the rules of the tournament.  The club pro stood on his
left, clarifying any fine points coming under question.  One of the club
waitresses stood at his right.  The members were all seated on bleachers,
which bordered the first tee box.  There was a large score board opposite
from the bleachers behind Bill, which showed the individual pairings, and
provided room for scores to be continuously updated.  The fairway of the
opening par 4 extended out to their right, cascading majestically down a
graceful slope, bordered by mature pines.  Impulse sprinklers swung back
and forth across the fairway spewing large graceful arcs of water, with a
steady FFFPP, FFFPP, FFFPP rhythm in the early morning sun.

   Jack noticed he was grouped in Bill's foursome, and was number four on
the board!  Apparently it was traditional for any new members to be
included with this foursome on the opening day of the tournament.  Dr. 
Stevens was the third member of the party, with Rich Payner, the club pro,
rounding out the group.  Jack was feeling very intimidated to be playing
with the club owner, plus he still owed Dr.  Stevens's big time for getting
him a membership.

   The group of caddies now approached the back of the tee box, standing
off a respectful distance.  They each carried their assigned member's bag
of clubs; each bag bore a large tag corresponding to the golfers position
on the scoreboard.  Jack saw his wife struggling up at the back of the
group, burdened down by her assigned bag.  He shook his head, as the strap
had pulled down one side of her sweater, exposing a generous amount of
cleavage.  He sensed that most of the guys caught the same view!

   She gave a big sigh, and began rubbing her shoulder as she set the bag
down in front of her.  As she straightened up, Her dark brown aureoles were
shockingly visible through the front of her sweater!  There were wet
blotches over both areas, as if she had been nursing through the thin
material!  Both erect nipples were brought into sharp relief.  Jenny was
oblivious to the exposure, as she continued rubbing her sore shoulder, and
arching her back.

   She clutched a small leather pouch in her other hand.  The number one
was displayed on the round tag of the clubs now at her side.  Color drained
from Jack's face as he realized that Bill held the number one position on
the scoreboard, and now he was forced to play along with his wife!  Too
late to back down now though, he realized with a rueful shake of the head.

   Bill finished by wishing everyone good luck, and handed the microphone
to the waitress.  She announced in a clear voice:

   "First off will be the group of Broomhall, Stevens, Paynor and Richards.
Could I have the numbers one through four caddies enter the tee box area
please.  Next are the Ryan, Johnson, Mitchell and Smith group, followed
third by Ankers, Ankers, Simpson and Thomlasen."

   When the four men had entered the tee area, they exchanged polite
handshakes.  Each man then approached the caddies, and introduced himself.
When Jack shook Jenny's hand, she looked right through him, pretending he
didn't even exist.  He couldn't help but stare guiltily at her chest, just
like the others.  The men asked for their clubs, which the caddies
extracted and handed over.  Everyone selected a driver except Jack, who
selected a three wood.  He had a case of opening tee jitters.  He had never
teed off with this many people watching, and he sure didn't want to skull
one now!

   After the players had done some quick stretches, Bill stepped up to the
black markers and teed up his Titlest balata.  Everyone quieted down, and
it was suddenly ghostly silent except for the chirping of some birds in the
pines, and the continuing FFFPP FFFPP of the impulse sprinklers.  After
carefully adjusting his stance, he drew back with a slow back-swing,
dropping the club back down and through with too much force, cutting
underneath the highly teed ball and producing a short ten yard pop fly
landing down in front of the tee box.

   He raised his arms in triumph, and bellowed out a big, good-natured
belly laugh.  Seeing he was being a good sport, everyone else joined in. 
It was a great tension breaker, and when they quieted back down, they all
started to chant Mulligan, Mulligan, and Mulligan in unison.

   "O.K., O.K.!" He said, raising an arm to quiet them.  He looked back to
Jenny.  "Could you grab me a ball dear?"

   Mistaking his meaning (or grabbing the opportunity?), she bounded
forward, and jogged out to retrieve the ball he had just miss-hit. 
Stunned, everyone watched as she bounced right out directly in front of the
spray of one of the fairway sprinklers, bending over at the waist to
gracefully retrieve the ball from the grass underneath!

   The front of her sweater plastered against her pendulous breasts, as she
kept her head stretched back out of the spray.  She turned, and began
jogging back towards Bill, with her breast now clearly defined under the
transparent material, bouncing and swaying in rhythm to her paces.  The men
all cheered aloud as she presented the ball to Bill, first holding it up in
triumph to the bleachers!  She then gave a cute little curtsy, and returned
back to the bag, with Bill following her swaying ass.

   It took a bit for the crowd to get settled down again after this
exhibition.  Jack stood with his eyes buried in one hand, unwilling to look
back at Jenny, who was standing proudly with shoulders back, hands at her
side.  She had a bright, sunny smile on her face, as if nothing was amiss.

   She kept her attention focused on Bill, so as to allow the crowd to
enjoy the view comfortably.  The sweater had stretched out, and tightly
conformed to her breasts, with the scooped front exposing a dangerous
amount of abundant cleavage, which now glistened in the sun with moisture.

   Bill settled back over his ball, and this time stroked it down the heart
of the fairway with his normal smooth tempo.  Jenny squealed with delight,
leading a polite applause from the bleachers.  Most of the guys hadn't even
noticed the tee-shot of course, their attention being directed elsewhere!

   Jack watched as Bill stepped back by Jenny, and began whispering in her
ear.  She gave him a playful punch in the arm at one point, but mostly
smiled and nodded her head as he carried on a one-sided conversation with
her.  Jack tried to ignore them, but pangs of jealousy started to spring up
unbidden as he furtively glanced back.

   The remaining tee shots went off without event, as the three men were
all consistent players.  Off they strode down the wet fairway, the
groundskeepers having finally shut off the irrigation system.  Being
intelligent men, they all allowed Jenny to lead the way, struggling under
the burden of Bills heavy bag.  They came up to Bill's ball first, as he
was the shortest hitter in the grouping.

   Jenny let the bag drop with a thump off her shoulder, flashing a
generous amount of thigh as she bent to tip it back upright.  She dropped
the small satchel she was holding in her other hand, clumsily bending to
retrieve it also.

   "This will never do!" Said Bill with a frown.

   "I'm so sorry!" said Jenny, pouting and bringing her hands up to cover
her face.

   "I'm afraid I'm not cut out for caddying!  I'll never make it through
the day carrying this bag!"

   A tear started to trace down her cheek, which she quickly wiped away. 
Bill stepped up and wrapped his arm protectively around her shoulders. 
Even at sixty years old, he was still a big bear of a man.

   "Nonsense dear, I won't have any of that kind of talk from you! 
Richards!  You're the rookie in this group!  I'm afraid you'll have to lug
your own bag today!"

   He turned to Jack's caddy, and motioned him over.  The boy walked over
to Jack, not looking him in the eye.

   "I'm sorry sir, but here's your bag." He then slipped it off his
shoulders, setting it in front of Jack.

   Scurrying over by Jenny, he then took control of the bag for her. 
Asking for a five iron, Bill settled over his ball.  One smooth swing later
found his ball landing just short of the green, splitting the two
green-side bunkers and rolling up to rest in the center of the putting
surface.

   "You see that girl!  You bring me luck!  Yes sir, today's going to be my
lucky day!  I'm going to win one of these tournaments yet!" said Bill, as
he tossed his club nonchalantly towards his new caddy.

   Jenny squealed as he gave her ass a sharp smack.

   "Am I going to get spanked every time you hit a good shot?" she asked,
loud enough to be heard by the rest of the group.

   She fluttered her eyes at Bill with a very coy expression on her face,
as she reached back and playfully rubbed her well-rounded ass through the
short skirt.  The rest of the group watched as the hemline of the short
skirt followed her movements up and down, just short of her ass.  Jack's
throat constricted as he watched the banter between them.

   "She never acted like that with me!" he muttered to himself.

   Once more she bent down to retrieve the satchel she had dropped when he
smacked her.

   "What's in that thing you keep dropping?" asked Bill.

   "You know that a girl needs her lipstick!  I'm afraid this skirt didn't
come with pockets!" she said in a bright voice, stretching the skirt out
playfully for him to see (and confirming to everyone that she didn't wear
any panties!).

   He smacked his forehead with his palm.  "I'm sorry I asked.  We're not
used to playing with girls!  Richards!  As long as you're carrying clubs,
stick this in a pocket for Jenny! -ť

   He grabbed the bag from her hand, tossing it back to Jack, who
reluctantly shoved it in a back pocket.

   Dr.  Stevens placed a hand on Jacks shoulder, when attention had
returned to Jenny.  In a quiet voice, he asked, "I take it you don't want
the fact she's your wife published!"

   Looking down, Jack answered, "God no!  I'd be a laughing stock!  Can you
imagine what the rest of the members would think of me, if they knew we
were married?  I can't figure out why she's putting me through this
though!"

   Dr.  Stevens shook his head in agreement.  "I can't imagine either, but
it could be a real long day for you" he said with a smile, returning his
gaze to Jenny.

   Jack and Dr.  Stevens hit their approach shots, neither matching Bills
effort.  Rich was the last to play, having hit an enormous drive as usual.
With a deft hand, he hit a full wedge twenty feet beyond the pin, spinning
it back to settle half way in-between Bills ball and the pin.  The rest of
the members back on the tee let out a cheer, as they had been following the
action from the bleachers.

   Even Jenny could see that it was a wonderful effort, and pranced up in
front of Rich.  She stuck her ass out towards him playfully, bending
forward to put her hands on her knees.  Rich was no fool!  Not hesitating a
second, he gave her a quick underhand swat, eliciting a small squeal of
delight from Jenny.  Jack frowned as Rich let his hand linger briefly,
brushing against her privates.  Jenny certainly didn't help matters either,
as she wiggled her butt back against his hand!

   Jack strode forward briskly, fuming at his plight.  He set down his bag,
selected his putter, and joined the rest of the group on the green. 
Marking his ball just inside the back fringe, he started surveying the
green.  Bill and Rich were comparing shots as they marked their balls,
trading barbs.  Rich tossed the ball to his caddy to clean.  Bill handed
his to Jenny.

   She watched, as the other caddies wiped the balls down with fluffy white
towels and handed them back to their golfers, who pocketed them.  Having no
towel of her own, she began a careful examination of the ball, casually
wiping it across the saturated material covering her right nipple.  She
felt it swelling, sending tingles of pleasure straight down to her groin,
as she continued teasing it in full view of the men.

   Giving Bill a wink, she slipped the ball in his pocket for him, tracing
a fingernail up the side of his stiff cock on the way out!

   Bill cleared his throat.  "Richards!  You're away!"

   Jack lined up his put once again, willing himself to calm down. 
Stroking the putter with no feel, he blew the put well beyond the cup on
the fast green.

   "Still away!" cried Bill, as he moved next to Jenny, and again began
whispering in her ear.

   Jack settled down this time, and his second effort, while not dropping,
allowed a tap-in finish.  He was relieved to be out of the spotlight, and
have the first hole behind him.  Dr.  Stevens played next, and taking
advantage of the line from Jack's second putt, smoothly stroked his ball
home.

   Jenny threw a fist in the air with a whoop of joy, and shook her chest
back and forth, giving the group quite a show!  Jack heard shouts from
behind, and looked back over his shoulder.  The second group was enjoying
the action, having already played their tee-shots.  They had moved up in
the fairway to follow Jenny's antics on the green.

   "O.K.  Dear, show me the line!" said Bill, as he replaced his ball,
pocketing his ball mark.

   Jenny surveyed the situation, and with a sly grin, slowly sauntered all
the way to the front edge of the green, spinning around so that his ball
was between her and the cup.  Dropping down on both knees, she leaned
forward on her hands and arched forward toward the ball, her ass sticking
up high in the air!  Jack could imagine the view she was giving to the guys
in the fairway, as he could see them exchanging hi-fives.

   "Holy-moley!" muttered one of the young caddies by his side, as her
breasts spilled forward out of the loose top!

   She didn't seem to notice though, as she swayed side to side to pick up
the contour of the surface.

   "It's going to bend this way!" she said, as she sat back on her heels,
bringing her heavy breasts into prominent view!

   "Whoopsee!" she exclaimed, as she carefully pulled the thin, stretched
out material back up over her breasts.

   She made quite a show out of shifting and tucking her breasts this way
and that, till she was satisfied with the way the sweater looked.  Jack
heard the caddy gulp noisily at his side, as she stood back up.

   "Sorry about that guys!" she said.

   Everyone was speechless though, and Bill stepped up to his putt.  It
dropped just as planned, and he and Jenny embraced, raising her feet up off
the ground in his enthusiasm!  As he set her down, her left breast bounced
free.  Once again he playfully smacked her ass, causing the other breast to
swing out with her sudden jerk.  No one mentioned this to her, however, and
she stepped back to allow Rich to finish out, hands on her wide hips,
breasts hanging proudly on display!

   Jack picked up his bag, as the group started to leave the green. 
Running up behind them, he saw an opportunity to slide in next to her as
they approached the second tee.

   "You're tits are showing, you stupid cow!" he urgently whispered.

   She now met his eyes for the first time, and slowly smiled.  "I know,
dumb fuck!" she replied, shocking him into silence!

   And so it continued for the next six holes.  Jenny continued to flirt
heavily with all the men, except of course her Husband!  The more she
yanked and pulled on her sweater as it dried, the looser the material
became, to the point where even when she tried to keep herself covered, the
neckline still exposed the edges of her large areolas.  She was enjoying
the effect she had on them all, though, as the semi-erections were very
apparent beneath their loose shorts.

   As they stepped onto the eighth tee box, a girl pulled up driving a golf
cart, which had been converted to serve as a beverage cart.  "Coffee
anyone!" she asked, and immediately had several takers.

   One of the boys asked for a pop, which she kept in one of the back
coolers.  Jenny shifted her top back in place, and walked around to the
back, examining the contents of a glass-topped cabinet containing snack
food.  Passing over the candy bars and junk food, she pointed to some fruit
on the bottom shelf.

   "Could I have a banana?" she asked the girl, pointing them out.

   Stepping away from the cart with the banana, she strolled over to the
wire trash basket next to a bench at the back of the tee area.  She slowly
peeled the fruit entirely, dropping it down into the bin.  Rejoining the
group of men as they sipped their coffee, she casually pressed the tip of
the fruit past her puckered lips, staring vacantly down the eighth fairway.
To everyone's amazement, she then proceeded to slide the fruit deep within
her mouth!

   Jack choked on his hot coffee, as he could see the outline of her tongue
working busily inside her mouth, stroking the underside of the shaft.  With
agonizing slowness, she drew the fruit back out from her hollowed cheeks
and past her puckered lips, trailing a thick stream of saliva from the tip
of the fruit back to her lower lip.

   With a devilish grin, she turned to the men.

   "I just love banana's!  They're such a fun fruit!"

   The men watched hypnotized, as the stream of saliva bobbed up and down
off her full lower lip.  Now she tipped her head back, shutting her eyes,
and once more pushed the fruit beyond her waiting lips.  Dumfounded, they
watched as she continued past the previous depth, forcing it deep down to
the base of her mouth!  A bulge was now visible at the top of her throat,
as she forced the full length in with an effort!

   She let out a muffled moan, squeezing the banana back out of her throat
slowly.  Now looking into Bill's eyes, she broke the end off in her mouth
as she pulled it out.  She moaned with pleasure as she chewed it up,
swallowing it down all at once.  Then she traced her long tongue all around
her lips suggestively, never dropping her eyes from his open mouth stare.

   "Do you like banana's too?" she asked him in a sultry voice, as she took
another bite.

   "I do now!" he boomed out, shaking his head in wonder.

   "Son, hand me a six iron!" he said to his caddy, as he tore himself away
from her smoky gaze, and strode up to the markers.

   With his mind not on the game anymore, he launched a high slice, which
plunged into the pines right of the green.

   "Jenny, get me another ball please!  I'm going to hit a provisional," he
said with disgust.

   He waited patiently while she searched through his bag for a ball,
finally snatching one out and bringing it up to him.

   "Thanks, Dear" he said, as he teed it up.

   His next shot was much better, Just making the front edge of the green.

   Rich hit next, once again laser beaming the flag.  Jenny happily bounced
up in front of him to receive another good luck smack.  This time he
reached down with his left hand though, lifting the hem of her dress.  He
then smacked her bare ass with his right hand, causing her to hop forward
slightly.

   "Ouch!" she said, looking back with a smile, as she rubbed her red
cheek.

   Much to everyone's delight, her breasts had again swung free.  She made
no move to cover herself, now that the cart had left, as she strolled back
behind the tee box.  The boys looked on in wonder, as she swayed up to
where they waited in position.

   Dr.  Stevens and Jack teed-off, both balls settling just off the back
fringe of the green.  Before they left for the green however, Bill called
out "Richards!  Jenny wants her make-up!"

   Jack walked over with the bag dangling from his shoulder, and pulled the
bag out of his back pocket.  The men watched her unzip the bag, pulling out
a small mirror and dark red tube.  She managed to make even this look
incredibly erotic, as she traced a heavy layer of the dark red lipstick
over her full, puckered lips for them.

   "The only trouble with banana's, is they smear your lipstick!" she said
in a sultry voice.

   "Only the way you do it, Babe!" answered Bill, with a look of awe on his
face.

   The group broke up, starting down the fairway.  Jenny handed the bag
back to her husband with a sneer.

   "I hope I brought enough lipstick," she said, quickly turning to chase
after them.

   As she caught up with Bill, he turned back to the group.  "I'm going to
look for my first ball guys, don't wait for me!  Come with me dear, and
give me a hand!"

   They veered off from the green, plunging into the bordering pines.

   After surveying their shots, Jack was first to hit.  He choked down on a
seven iron, hitting a running shot into the uphill green.  The ball broke
away at the last instant, but settling within a very makeable range.  He
marked the ball, and got out of the way for Dr.  Stevens.  Facing a
downhill chip, he selected his sand iron, opening his stance and shoulders
to the pin.  Releasing a smooth pop shot, the ball landed softly, and
continued trickling right down to the cup.  With perfect speed and
direction, it jumped into the hole, making that wonderful clatter that
every golfer loves.

   They all let out a cheer, and Dr.  Stevens looked over to the side of
the green.

   "Now where's that girl when we need her!  Hey Jenny!  I've got something
for you!" he said, yelling through cupped hands.

   Now curious himself, Jack moved to the far edge, and debated whether to
go in looking for them.  Just then, he saw the two of them working their
way back through the trees, hand in hand!  He turned away in disgust,
strolling back to the front of the green.

   "Any Luck!" shouted Rich, as they climbed up the short slope.

   Bill laughed.  "Oh yes, I got lucky, but I never found the ball!" He
stopped as Jenny whispered something in his ear.  "Richards!  She needs her
make-up!"

   Jack pulled the pouch out of his back pocket, casually holding it out as
she approached, breasts still swinging free.  Her swollen globes were
covered with red hand marks!  Apparently Bill was looking for something
other then golf balls in the woods.

   "Thanks" she said as she took the pouch.

   He looked up to her face, and felt the color draining away.  Her dark
red lipstick was now smeared all over her chin, and thick streams of goo
crisscrossed haphazardly all over!  The fresh metallic smell of cum wafted
over him, and he realized how far she was willing to take this humiliation!

   Again gripping the small mirror, she checked her reflection, still
standing directly in front of Jack.  She grasped the top of her sweater
from underneath her swollen breasts, and stretched it up to her face. 
Careful not to disturb the streams of cum, she wiped the smeared lipstick
off as best she could.  Finally satisfied, she let the sweater fall back
down.  It was now a real mess, hopelessly stretched out and falling off her
shoulders.  Looking back in the mirror, she re-applied the lipstick thickly
from the same tube, pursing her lips.

   "There, now how do I look?" she asked him innocently, batting her
eyelashes.

   Not waiting for an answer, she dropped the bag into his hand, and
re-joined the other golfers.

   "Hey Jenny, over here!" said Dr.  Stevens, waving her over.  "You missed
a great shot while you were away!"

   She shook her head daintily, and stuck her face out towards him. 
"That's what you think, silly!  Does it look like I missed any "shots"
today, Doctor?"

   Everybody (except Jack) laughed out loud.

   "I stand corrected!" he said, as she turned her back to him.

   Making sure she had Jack's attention on the other side of the green, she
started to bend forward to "assume the position".  This time however, she
reached back and flipped the back of her skirt up over her waist,
completely exposing her round globes to the good Doctor.  She gave Jack a
sly wink, as she eagerly awaited her "good luck" smack.

   "I did better than those guys," said the doctor, as he rubbed and patted
her upturned ass.

   The rest of the group, including Jack, was in front of them, being
treated to a wonderful view of her pendulous breasts swaying freely.

   "I put my shot right in the hole!" he said, plunging two fingers deeply
in her moist vagina!

   Her eyes popped wide open with surprise, as he started to rotate the
finger deep within.  Her lips puckered into a tight circle, as she arched
her back deeply, allowing him easier access.  Pulling out suddenly, he gave
her a sharp smack.  She squealed as she straightened, her breasts slapping
up against her chin.  Everyone chuckled as Dr.  Stevens turned, heading off
the green.

   "I'm going to take a potty break gentlemen, see you on the next tee! -ť

   Jenny trotted off after him, waving back to the rest of the group.

   "Me too guys", she said over her shoulder, as she also trotted off
towards the rest rooms situated between the two holes.

   Bill laughed out loud, shaking his head in wonder.

   "That's quite a girl!  I wonder where she came from?"

   He settled over his provisional ball, missing the putt by only a foot.
He finished out, clearing the way for Rich, who quickly cleaned up his
short putt for birdie.  The group walked off, headed for the ninth tee.  As
they passed the restroom building, Jack considered heading over, but
decided against it, afraid of what he might discover!  Dr.  Stevens caddy
headed over to the structure though, leaning his bag against a rack.

   When reaching the ninth tee, they decided to tee-off without Dr. 
Stevens.  After Rich's tee shot, Dr.  Stevens showed up, carrying his own
bags.

   "Sorry for the wait guys!  I really had to go!" He set the bag down,
pulling out his driver.

   "No problem, you had perfect timing.  You're up now," said Bill, as he
took some practice swings at the back of the tee.

   The remaining golfers hit away, all four shots spread out down the
center of the fairway on the finishing par five.

   Up the path trotted Dr.  Stevens caddy, quietly picking up his bag. 
When Dr.  Stevens handed him his driver, he ruffled the hair of the
teenager, who looked down with a big grin.  Up the path now walked Jenny,
with a wide, close-mouthed grin on her face.  Walking directly over to
Jack, she held out her hand for the make-up, hip cocked outwards.

   New streamers of cum covered her face, dangling from her nose and chin!
One large spurt was pooled between her pursed lips.  She was blinking her
eyes rapidly, as one forceful stream had obviously made a direct hit across
her closed right eye, leaving a large globule clinging to the eyelid and
long lashes, the rest slowly slipping down the side of her pert nose. 
Tears and running mascara from the eye were adding to the mess, and overall
effect!

   As she examined her face in the mirror, her smile increased, and she
looked back at Jack.  Opening her lips with a broad open mouth grin, cum
slipped inside, sticking to her pearly white teeth.  She puckered her lips
and noisily sucked in, drawing in a lot of the remaining goo.  Then she
made a show of running her long tongue around her lips, finally making an
exaggerated swallow, all for his benefit.  Once again applying more
lipstick, she appraised her face.  The stream of cum dangling off her chin
broke free, plopping down the side of her breast.  She scooped it up with
her index finger, and staring deeply into Jack's eyes, plunged it into her
mouth, sucking it clean with a soft moan.

   Closing up the bag, she casually tossed it to Jack as she turned and
started off down the fairway.



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   Jenny Nightingale Care Giver by WriterTA

   John Hamilton, Jenny's husband took a severe fall three days ago.  He
dislocated his left knee, and due to complications when the dislocation was
reduced had been hospitalized.  John's Orthopedic Surgeon had John fitted
with a thigh to ankle leg brace and prescribed a regimen of physical
therapy with no load to be placed on his injured leg.

   Swelling in the leg was extreme and greatly impeded even bending the
knee joint more than a few degrees.  Jenny took on the task of tending to
John during his recuperation.  John's immobilized leg prevented him from
having sex in customary positions, and since the orthopedic brace was very
bulky, it would difficult for Jenny to straddle him.  Jenny had little
experience with oral sex.  Jenny's boiling point was low enough that with
only a small amount of foreplay, Jenny would be completely aroused and
almost sexually out of control.

   Jenny was shy and would have a hard time admitting how important regular
sex with John was to her.  She had a history of unfortunate accidents where
she found herself partially or completely disrobed in public.  On a couple
of these occasions where she was also tangled in clothes or restrained,
bystanders had taken tactile as well as visual liberties with her, and
these invariably resulted in climaxes.

   John thought his shapely wife was a real knockout and greatly enjoyed
regular sex with her.  John would travel away from home occasionally and
had difficulty whenever he had to be away for more than a couple of nights.
Because John's accident befell him the day he returned from a four-night
trip, both were already celibate for a week once John was discharged from
the hospital.  John was very horny and if she were to admit it, so was
Jenny, but whereas John could do little but lay in bed and watch his
voluptuous wife bustling about, Jenny was busy with the added activities of
caring for John.  The tensions of accidental abstinence were very
distracting to John but Jenny regarded her feelings as part of the
`martyr's crown' that a nurse must endure.

   John felt he must get the situation changed, and he talked candidly to a
good buddy from the gym who also was the physical therapist helping John
work his leg and knee back into shape.  Thus, in response to a phone call,
Jenny found herself visiting an office adjacent to the main hospital to
talk to a Dr.  Weber about John's rehabilitation program.

   "Mrs.  Hamilton," Dr.  Weber started "I want you to know that while I am
not an MD, I am part of the team working to rehabilitate your husband and
wanted to talk to you about his progress and removing any obstacles to his
speedy and complete recovery."

   "Hugh has visited John three times now and has given good reports on
John's therapy, but he has noted a problem that you are the best person to
resolve."

   "Oh Doctor" said Jenny, "What problem can John have.  I will do
everything in my power to help John recover.  I am at his bedside
constantly.  What else can I do?"

   "Jenny, ..  May I call you Jenny?  This is somewhat sensitive but I have
to ask ..Have you had sexual relations with John since he was released? 
Since he left on the trip to Topeka?" Asked Dr.  Weber.

   Jenny blushed crimson and stammered "No we haven't ..  John was away..
then in the hospital and now has to wear that bulky brace .."

   "I understand Mrs.  Hamilton ..  Jenny..  but this abstinence is
creating a lot of tension in John's life impeding his total focus on his
rehabilitation.  It must be causing considerable tension in your life also.
To get John's rehabilitation back on track we need your total cooperation
Mrs.  Hamilton .  Jenny.  Can you make this commitment for the sake of your
husband's health?"

   Blushing furiously, but faced with the `Doctors' comments and phrased in
the form of being part of a caregiver's role Jenny agreed she'd have to
help John back to health in yet another way.

   "Just next door is an interactional therapist group that I use." Weber
intoned in his most professional manner.  "I'll phone to see when they
might have an appointment, but it often takes a week or more to get in.."
"Interactional Plc?  Yes I have a new therapy requirement for a wife whose
husband is immobilized in a cast.  Not for three weeks?  You will have to
do better than that !  I have a patient whose rehabilitation is being
affected.  I know about policy !  Let me talk to Dr.  Fredericks !  Fred I
need you to pull some strings ..." "Jenny, can you go next-door right now?
They have a cancellation ."

   Somewhat confused Jenny is taken next-door by Dr.  Weber and introduced
to Dr.  Fredericks.

   "Fred, this is the young lady whose husband is in therapy and has a
brace immobilizing his left knee.  Jenny .  Mrs.  Hamilton this is Fred. 
He and his team can do wonders to address my concerns over John's
progress."

   "Mrs.  Hamilton" Said Dr.  Fredericks, "My group is set up to support
individuals and couples with their interactions.  We were formerly called
sex therapists, but that designation unfairly understated the whole range
of areas where we can effect therapeutic intervention between spouses.  Dr.
Weber is concerned that the abstinence that your husband's brace has caused
will be a barrier to the focus on mobility therapy that will assure John's
complete recovery.  You do want you husband to make a complete recovery do
you not?"

   "Yes Doctor," Jenny said, "I want John back on his feet with all my
heart." "I will try my best to help John in any way I can."

   "Ms.  Goodbody" Dr.  Fredericks spoke into the intercom.  "Is therapy
studio 1 free?" "Can you join us in my office?"

   In moments a door opens to admit a spectacularly built redhead in a
nurses uniform that was short and tight.

   "This is Jenny Hamilton.  Her husband is recovering from a very bad
dislocation and is committed to a regimen of physical therapy.  The injury
and brace he must wear prevents intercourse in the positions the Hamiltons
have preferred.  Mrs.  Hamilton wants to help her husband recover, and we
need to help her find ways to satisfy them both." The two doctors brief Ms.
Goodbody.  "Please take Jenny to therapy studio 1 for an orientation and
interview."

   Before Jenny can speak nurse Goodbody leads her down the hall to a room
resembling a ballet studio.

   "Jenny, my name really is Ophelia, but everybody calls me Feeley." "Here
we are please hang up your coat over there while I complete this data
form."

   "I must say Jenny, you are a beautiful woman.  You obviously work out a
lot to keep your figure.  You most be very proud of how you look." While
Jenny blushed Feeley continued.  "Do you have orgasms more than ten or more
times a week?  "What is your favorite position for intercourse?" "How often
do you experience cunnilingus?  Fellatio?  Anal Sex?  Masturbation?"

   Intensely embarrassed Jenny never the less answered the questions as
Feeley recorded her responses.

   After a few minutes Feeley summarized "Jenny, you are an intensely
sexual person.  You have a body that makes women weep with jealousy and
drives men crazy.  You are so sensual that your husband's desire for you is
so strong he never encouraged you to try less traditional forms of sexual
activity.  As a result you have missed whole worlds of pleasure that men
and women can share.  Two of these methods will help you and John through
his rehabilitation."

   "The first method is Fellatio.  While 65% of women have done it from
time to time only about half allow the man to reach a climax in their mouth
and only about one in five girls get sexual gratification from sucking
their man.  This is terrible because it is intensely pleasurable to
virtually all women once they learn the right technique.  Learning the
technique is not simply a mechanical exercise.  The woman student will have
far more success if she is highly aroused sexually during the practice
periods."

   "In order to reach that state we both will strip and walk together back
to the office area.  I will display you to anyone present.  Dr.  Fredericks
will certainly be there, one or two of the male therapists, and potentially
some physicians from the hospital consulting with Dr.  Fredericks." "We
will then return here for instruction and technique practice" "I have only
one question: Do you think simply displaying your body will get you
sufficiently aroused, or should I invite them to touch you?"

   Jenny was thunderstruck !  She was going to be stripped again, only this
time she would collaborate with every step and afterwards she would
practice sucking cock.

   "I can give you a few minutes to think about this while you hang you
clothes up on the coat rack over there." "You do want to help your husband
during this crisis don't you?"

   Jenny took off her dress and slip.  Underneath she was wearing a white
lace bra and white french-cut panties over a garter belt and stockings.

   "Wonderful !  Leave the stockings and garter belt on and strip the rest
off.  I'll call ahead to let the guys know we are coming.  " said Feeley
now standing naked.  "I have done this so often it take a little extra to
get my motor up to full rev so you will see why I'm called Feeley" "Hold it
Jenny, you are not going out there to hide !  Show it off !  Strut !  Don't
slouch!  You have a wonderful figure.  You have every right to be proud of
it.  Reach up run fingers through your hair.  Swing your hips.  Take long
confident strides." "God !  With tits and ass like yours none of the guys
will pay attention to me." Said Feeley as she led Jenny out into the
office.



   Dr.  Fredericks Dr.  Weber and six young men in white coats waited in
the office.  Jenny stopped until Feeley whispered "It is critical to John's
health." Jenny took a hesitant step when Feeley ordered soto voce "Strut
Jenny!  Show Em!"

   For the first time in her life Jenny strode naked toward men not her
husband, but determined to give them a close encounter with her charms. 
She pushed aside the sensations of personal pride and kept telling herself
that it was all for John no matter how great she began feeling.  Jenny felt
her breasts bounce and watched the eyes of the audience rivet their
attention on her erect nipples.  For the first time she was proud of the
attention she attracted.  Her bouncing breasts were an asset not something
to be embarrassed by.

   All eight men were lined up and Jenny strutted down the line letting the
guys take a close look at the front and the back.  At the end of the line
she stopped and watched Feeley live up to her name.  Feeley walked up to
her and said, "Turned On?"

   Jenny nodded "Yes I am."

   They waved back and walked into the therapy room.  Feeley said "Jenny I
am so proud to have met you.  You are doing so much for your husband's
recovery.  You are a very dedicated person."

   Feeley led Jenny over to a series of rubber phalluses and asked to pick
one that is about the size of your husband.  Jenny picked one and Feeley
took that one and two smaller back to the couch.

   Feeley demonstrated some corn-on-the-cob techniques with the John-sized
phallus and had Terry practice.

   "Imagine it is John" Feeley kept saying.

   Then Feeley took the phallus and had Jenny lean back and spread her
legs. Jenny blushed again as Feeley slowly worked the model into Jenny's
pussy.  Feeley placed Jenny's hand on the phallus and Jenny took over
moving the model up completely into her vagina.

   Jenny was panting and twitching when Feeley gently tugged the phallus
out and raised it to Jenny's lips.  Jenny began to lick the rubber cock
shaft and tip.  Feeley guided the tip back into Jenny's vagina and then her
mouth letting Jenny control penetration with Feeley urging her on.  Jenny
quickly took 4 inches into her mouth but was unable to deep throat before
Feeley invited the men from the office into the therapy studio to watch
Jenny.  The three male therapists dropped their pants and stood cocks erect
facing her.

   The audience gave Jenny all the incentive she needed to finally deep
throat the rubber phallus.  The discomfort and gagging sensation, once
controlled gave Jenny a feeling of real accomplishment.  In her mind's eye
Jenny imagined how this technique would give John a great night tonight,
and give herself the gratification of satisfying her lover and husband. 
The anticipation sent a sexual charge through Jenny that was amplified by
the tension she got from her open display of her naked body in front of
several adults.

   Feeley hugged Jenny.  "Jenny that is wonderful.  You are a wonder, In a
single day you have accomplished something that most girls take several
days to master.  How did it feel?" Feeley leaned over to Jenny and
whispered "Jenny, do you think you will be able to take on John deep in
your throat? .  Without any practice on a real man?  Can you swallow when
John cums?  I can let you use each of these three therapists for practice?
"

   Jenny looked at three cocks waiting her pleasure.  The sensation was
delicious.  Men were naked on display for her.  She would decide.  She was
naked because it suited her.  The men were naked because it suited her. 
Jenny wanted her first time with John to be flawless so practice seems
indicated on the other hand sexual contact was for John alone.

   Reluctantly Jenny said "Send them away Feeley, I will have to get my
learning done with John himself."

   Feeley was not so easily discouraged from getting this delicious blond
to participate in the games she was planning, but she could read the
determination that overcame intense arousal in Jenny's expression and
posture.

   "OK you guys, you can leave now," Feeley said, and as they turned away
"Jenny I would like to go on with the second method Dr.  Fredericks
promised." Please let your legs fall open normally and lean back like
this." Feeley spread her legs and leaned back on the couch.  Jenny
duplicated the posture.

   "In order for men to give a woman pleasurable oral sex," Feeley said
"They all need to be coached by their woman on what pleasure she wants at
what moment." "A woman's body has a whole variety of locations and surfaces
that give different sensations when stimulated.  Between a person's chin
and nose are also a variety of surfaces, which impart different sensations
to the same part of a woman's sex.  It is like an orchestra of sexual
sensation that you, my dear, will learn to conduct."

   "First is the geography." Feeley said as she knelt between Jenny's legs
easing them wider apart.  "I am going to blindfold you and restrain your
hands and ankles so you can only direct me with your voice, and you can
only learn what I am doing with your tactile senses."

   Over the next 45 minutes Jenny felt a whole panorama of sensations as
Feeley described them.  Her pubic mound was nuzzled, her labia lips tongued
her perianum licked and both orifices penetrated by a tongue.  Jenny had to
describe her sensations and accurately name what was stimulated and by what
method.

   "Nibble my clitoris.  Run your tongue around my anus.  Tongue fuck my
vagina."

   Still blindfolded Jenny was released from the couch and led to a padded
area where she was pushed into a kneeling position with her knees wide
apart.  Her hands were fastened to a waist high padded wall against which
Jenny could lean.

   "It will take a few seconds to get between your legs, then you say what
you want touched or licked." Feeley said, "Most oral sex is from this
orientation which will feel different than my kneeling between your legs."
"Remember nothing will happen unless you clearly state what you want."

   Jenny heard squirming into position and felt breath on her buttocks.

   "Kiss my vagina" Jenny breathed.  "Lick my perianum."

   And so it went for 10 minutes before Jenny began to twitch and buck and
soon climaxed.  Presently Jenny felt an embrace and Feeley whispered "Good
for the first time, but there is soo much more.  Try to concentrate on
expanding the variety of sensations.  That way the exercise will last
longer and your orgasm will be more intense.  We'll try again."

   This time Jenny did explore more areas before loosing control at the
18-minute mark and climaxing at 20 minutes.

   Another embrace and another whisper "Jenny I cannot believe how much
better the second was than the first.  Concentrate on variety.  If you get
hooked on one sensation you will loose control faster.  Like the car
advertisement `Longer is better'."

   The third exercise lasted thirty-seven minutes and Jenny's orgasm was so
intense she passed out for several seconds.

   "Jenny .  Jenny?" It was Dr.  Fredericks voice.  "Don't be concerned. 
Today's practice is done.  You are an exceptional pupil.  You can get
dressed any time now.  I have a few points I think you should think about
as you go home, but I'd also like to give you the chance to shake hand with
the three therapists you directed in that last series of exercises.  "

   Jenny saw the three males smiling at her.  They surrounded her had told
her how skillful she was and how good she tasted and smelled and how
incredibly sexy she looked.  They all had massive erections.

   Feeley came over and said "Jenny you have these guys so worked up, it
will take me all afternoon to take the lead out of these pencils.  I am
going to have a wonderful time doing it however."

   Jenny turned crimson from head to foot.  "It was these guys not Feeley
that took my directions." She realized.  Jenny then wondered how well John
took direction.

   Before Jenny left the clinic, Dr.  Fredericks had an exit interview. 
"Jenny I am very impressed with your dedication to your husband's
recuperation, and the extra effort you have made today to remove the
distraction of abstinence from his therapy and full recovery.  Your husband
is very lucky man.  Doubly so because you are an exceptionally attractive
and sensuous woman."

   "Remember that sensuality is primarily in the mind; both your mind and
John's mind.  In addition to the physical techniques you practiced today,
you should also remember the advice of Ophelia Goodbody about being
confident and self-assured.  I understand some incidents in your past you
found very embarrassing.  Was John supportive after these accidents?"

   Jenny confirmed "John has never yelled at me for the stupid things that
have happened even when they cost some money or when he had to take off
from work to rescue me." "John even applauded enthusiastically when I was
in a contest or charity event and things came undone." "He is so
supportive"

   "Jenny" Dr.  Fredericks said, "John would be a most unusual man not to
be exceptionally proud of you, how you look and how sexy your body is." "I
believe John secretly or subconsciously gets a kick out of the admiration
from other males you receive as a consequence of your accidents." "When you
get home and are ready to try out some your new techniques, give John a
real show.  Let him know you are proud of how you look and you are happy to
show off for him.  " "Let John pick the clothes out that you wear around
the house." "If he wants you to dress daring, go along." "This will really
lift his morale and motivate him to work hard on therapy for a complete
recovery."

   While Jenny drove home all the events of the day ran through her mind.
"I am committed to John's rehabilitation.  Our abstinence would be a
barrier to his recovery.  I knew other couples occasionally shared oral
sex, but I never understood how it actually worked or how enjoyable it
could be.  I am sure I can use these ideas to give John all the sexual
satisfaction he can handle.  " "I also do like to wear light feminine
clothes, and John likes me in these also.  He was never angry when some
accident happens.  He always seemed amused, and in fact when I was really
upset and he had to comfort me, we had some of our greatest lovemaking
nights."

   Jenny arrived home still musing how much she loved John and looking
forward to pleasing him with a more self-confident wife who has some new
sexual techniques to use in lovemaking.

   John was sitting up in bed reading.  He was listening to the Caribbean
digital music channel.  Jenny kissed John deeply and began to change. 
Jenny liked Caribbean music and began to move to the music as she hung up
her suit.  Out of the corner of her eye Jenny caught a glimpse of John
watching her hungrily.

   "I might as well start `showing-off' the confident Jenny now" she
thought as she swayed to the music and after hanging up her slip and dress
pulled her thong panties off and unhooked her bra.  Jenny was still wearing
her garter belt and stockings.  Facing John Jenny lifted her arms over her
head and danced around the bed.  "Oh John this music is so nice.  The
nights in the islands are so warm and soft and romantic.  Do you think
you'd like to take me to a tropical island?"

   "God Jenny!  I'd like to take you to the islands.  Take you in the
islands and take you right now!" John pulled Jenny down and kissed her. 
Jenny pushed back the sheet covering John and smiled inwardly at the
massive erection that John had achieved.  "John, I am never going to get
your underwear on over that." Jenny said as she descended on John and began
licking and sucking his cock.

   John moaned in pleasure at this delightful turn of events.  The
consultation John set up through his friend the therapist must have worked
wonders.  Jenny rarely consented to oral sex and never had much enthusiasm
or technique.

   Jenny was also very excited by her brief dance, John's kiss and then
imminent prospect of oral sex.  She first licked the tip and shaft, hearing
John's breathing sharpen and his hips begin to thrust.  Jenny then inserted
the tip in his mouth and John began to groan.  More and more of John's
shaft slipped between her lips and she felt John began to twitch.

   "Now or never" Jenny thought as she suddenly sucked hard and slipped
John's cock all the way down deep throat.

   "Omygod Omygod Jenny Jenny "

   John was not very coherent, but Jenny knew he was totally in her thrall
as well as being totally in her throat.

   As Jenny picked up the pace of he fellatio she thought "Now for my final
test."

   More determined than ever she sucked John till he released a flood of
semen in her throat and mouth.  Jenny swallowed and swallowed trying to
prevent any semen from escaping.  Jenny also experienced a small orgasm
when she felt John come.

   "This is really very nice." Jenny thought to herself.  "It is not at all
unpleasant.  I feel wonderful not dirty or degraded."

   John's praise was very vocal and sincere.

   "John, I love doing that.  I love it almost as much as fucking.  I think
that this is part of our sexual repertoire that we must do more frequently.
" Jenny said.

   John reached out and kissed her deeply.

   "Should I wash my mouth out?" Jenny looked uncertain.

   "No not at all Jenny I loved kissing you right after you sucked me off!"
John Replied.

   Jenny put on a pair of lace panties and a white skirt.  She faced John

   "Which bra shall I wear tonight?" as she held up a lace model alongside
a more sturdy cotton bra.

   "Lace" answered John.  Jenny selected a white blouse.  The tied the
tails of the blouse above her midriff and went into the kitchen and
prepared dinner.  It was a wonderfully warm summer evening, and Jenny set
the supper table on the back patio.  She switched on the external speakers
while she worked and once again fell into the spell of the Caribbean music
rhythms.

   "My performance earlier certainly had John's whole hearted (and whole
cock) approval.  Maybe I can spice up dinner."

   Jenny helped John into the wheelchair and rolled him out to the patio
table facing the backyard.  Jenny went into the house and came back with
two glasses of wine and without her blouse.  John starred as Jenny sat down
and raised her glass in a toast.  John glanced around at the surrounding
houses to see if anyone was looking, but Jenny seemed unfazed.

   After taking several sips of wine Jenny got up and went into the house.
She returned with some shrimp cocktail appetizers and without her skirt. 
John's eyes bugged out.  Jenny seemed to take no notice of her exposure and
the effect it was having on John as she continued to conduct a normal
dinner time conversation with her husband.

   When the appetizer was finished Jenny rose went into the kitchen.  With
the salad course Jenny left behind her bra.  Jenny was very excited.

   "She was outside, in sight of several neighbor's houses topless.  John
was all smiles so he must approve, or at least not disapprove" Jenny mused.


   During the salad course Jenny realized she found the situation very
titillating.  Her level of arousal grew every time she looked at John, who
was starring at her (now completely erect) nipples.  Jenny stood up and
came around the table to refill John's wineglass.  John reached out and
cradled Jenny's breasts in his hands.

   "John do you want wine or a milk-shake?" Jenny mock scolded.

   Finishing her salad Jenny shimmied out of her panties that were now
soaked with vaginal secretions, and handed these to John saying, "It is
time for the main course."

   Jenny returned from the kitchen totally nude with a plate in each hand.
She stood beside her husband and bent over to serve the dinner.  Jenny felt
John's hand slide down over her buttocks and up between her legs.  Jenny
waited bent over for a few seconds then squealed "Ooo John isn't it too
early in the year for my Christmas goose?"

   Jenny returned to John side twice more with serving dishes of
vegetables. While Jenny served John dinner, John helped himself to touch
Jenny's breasts,buttocks and crotch.  Seated bare ass on lawn chairs, with
a breeze tickling her pubic hairs, her clit and nipples so erect and
sensitive they almost hurt, Jenny was aware of little else but the driving
need of her body for the sexual attention of her husband.  Never the less
Jenny ate the main course slowly, savoring the heightened sensual feelings
that her voluntary exposure had created.

   As she cleared the dishes Jenny's heart was pounding and her face
flushed.  John was beside himself with arousal.  Jenny reappeared with a
bath towel she spread on the tabletop in front of John.  Jenny the hopped
up on the table facing John with her legs wide apart.  She leaned back down
exposing her entire crotch to John.

   "John Honey, do you have any idea what you would like to eat for
dessert?"

   As John bent forward between Jenny's legs she reached up to cup her 37-d
breasts and pinch her erect nipples.  Jenny shifted to raise her pelvis to
meet John's mouth and began to moan softly as John set about to enjoy is
dessert to the fullest.

   Later that night Jenny lay completely satisfied in bed next to John
giggling.

   "John never said what he wanted for dessert, but he certainly knows how
to take direction." "I was able to hold off for forty-three minutes that
time, "

   Jenny woke and reminisced warmly about last night.

   "Eating dinner on the patio removing, an article of clothing with every
course I served was incredibly erotic." Jenny also found it stimulating to
think that someone may have seen them together.  "I did get carried away
after the main course in sitting on the patio table and offering John my
pussy to eat for dessert." Jenny mused.  "The neighbors would have been
within their rights to call the cops for such salacious activities."

   "John was so aroused that I thought he would cum before I could get him
stretched out in bed and give him a proper cock sucking." "I really ought
to make certain my hair is tightly styled, because I don't want anything
caught in John's leg brace."

   Jenny went to the bathroom to brush her hair out and put on make-up. 
Jenny looked at the mirror and studied her image.

   "I don't look at all bad for an old married gal.  I really want to
please John and Dr.  Fredericks said it would be unusual if John did not
want to show his wife off.  After all no matter what they see it is only
for a moment but I will always be John's."

   The morning sun was beaming in the french doors leading from the pool
deck into their bedroom when a naked Jenny tiptoed past the bed to get
dressed.  As she looked through the closet she came across John's camera
bag.  Jenny smiled to herself as she remembered John buying the bag and
Polaroid camera in order to take nude pictures of her a couple of years
ago. John purchased a tripod lights remote shutter release and a shutter
release timer.

   "In the end I was too shy and nervous to get really good pictures, plus
the SLR give a much better quality image, and the processing machines are
all automated these days."

   Jenny looked over her shoulder at her husband and wanted to do something
special for him.  I can always wake him up with a cock sucking Jenny
mentally joked to herself.  "Well why not." "John usually is recharged when
he wakes and this will start his day off right." Jenny folds the blankets
back and sees John's cock slightly erect.  "He must be having a sexy dream,
maybe I stimulate him so that his dream merges with reality."

   Jenny walked around to her side of the bed and started to crawl over to
John.  A ray of sun felt warm on her back and side.  "That feels good."
Jenny thought and she gently folded back the blankets covering John.  He
was in a natural spotlight.  "Turn about is fair play.  John always wanted
photos of me nude.  I'll take some Polaroid shots of him."

   Jenny set up the camera on a tripod and connected the remote shutter
release.  Jenny focused the camera on John and took a picture.  "I'll get
John erect and take another." Jenny thought.  Jenny walked to the other
side of the bed and crawled over to John and began to stroke his cock.  As
she was coaxing an erection the Polaroid shutter snapped !  "I guess I
accidentally tripped the remote shutter." Jenny thought.

   She went to retrieve the accidental print and looked at it.  It was a
very sensual photo with John in the foreground, and her stretched out next
to John with her hand on his cock and her breasts hanging down sensuously.
"This would be a good picture of both of us if my arm wasn't in the way and
the top of my head not cut off." Thought Jenny as she decided to take
another photo.  This time Jenny re-aimed the camera guessing at the
composition.  She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself carefully and
began stroking John's cock.

   Still asleep John responded to the stimulation by reaching out.  His
hand passed slowly along Jenny's back and buttocks before reaching between
her legs to touch her crotch.  Almost involuntarily Jenny spread her knees
to give John better access to her sex.  Jenny was distracted from her
stroking by the touch of John's hand.  As she began to moan, she heard the
shutter of the Polaroid click.  Jenny retrieved the next print and saw that
she had arched he back in response to John's hand and still cut a part of
her head off.

   "My breasts look wonderful arching out from my chest, and I love the
sunlight gleaming off the moisture in my pubic hair.  I will have to get
John completely erect for the picture I want to save for myself." Jenny
thought.

   This time Jenny dropped her head down and guided his hands to her crotch
and breasts.  Jenny loved the feeling of her husband's hands roaming across
her crotch and breasts.  She reveled in the growing erection she was
causing with her hands.  To assure she kept her head inside the photo Jenny
bent further so that her face was just inches from John's cock.

   John moaned as pre-cum drops seeped from the head of his cock.  Jenny
dipped her head and licked the tip and the Polaroid shutter clicked.

   "Oh Jenny!  " John was wakening to a dream better than his sleep.

   John's gorgeous wife was naked in bed fondling his cock while his hand
explored her crotch and breasts.  Jenny was exceptionally aroused, and John
was taking maximum advantage of Jenny's erogenous zones.  Jenny licked away
another drop of pre-cum and bent her head further to attack John's cock
corn on the cob style.  Unnoticed by either party the Polaroid shutter
clicked.

   Jenny began sliding her lips up and down John's shaft while he shifted
her knee so she straddled his head.  Jenny wiggled her nips as John began
fondling and fingering her crotch with increase intensity.  The Polaroid
fired again just as Jenny had her lips around the tip of John's cock.  John
lifted his head and began to kiss and lick Jenny's sex while his hand
reached around to spread her buttocks.  Jenny moaned and dipped her head
all the way taking John's cock all the way down her throat.  The Polaroid
fired.

   By now Jenny and John were aware of nothing but the partner's sex organs
and the pleasure emanating from their own genitalia.  John was the first to
climax and Jenny did her best to swallow all.  Only a drop or two could be
seen on her lips and the Polaroid clicked one more time.  Now while Jenny's
mouth was freed up from sucking she could talk John into exploring more and
more areas of her crotch.  Jenny was no where near her 43-minute record
when an orgasm rolled over her like a freight train.  Jenny shuddered and
screamed as the last frame of Polaroid film was exposed.

   When the pair caught there breath Jenny saw a small pile of Polaroid
prints near the camera tripod and she retrieved these and together with
John looked at the incredible sequence the camera caught.  Jenny thought to
herself that even when she wanted shots of John, her body upstages
everything else in these photos.

   John looked at the clock and said, "Hugh my physical therapist will be
here to help work my leg out in about an hour.  What do we have for
breakfast?"

   Jenny thought "That's my John: Horny Yes!  Romantic well.?"

   Jenny got into her robe, fried some eggs and brought them into John on a
bed tray.

   "I really liked the outfits that dinner was served in." John said.

   "With only forty-five minutes before the therapist comes, I don't think
I could cum.  again.  " Jenny teased.

   After the breakfast dishes were removed, Jenny started to dress.

   "After your therapy, I have a reservation for a tennis lesson at the
courts at the end of the block."

   Jenny said as she laid out a sweatshirt and tennis shorts.

   "Why don't you ever wear the tennis dress that I got last summer?" John
asked.

   "Because the skirt is sooo short and the top sooo thin !" Jenny thought
to herself but remembering Dr.  Fredericks' encouragement to go along with
John's suggestions she actually said "Let me try it on to see if it fits."

   Jenny got the tennis dress out and pulled it down over her head.  The
thin bodice material did stretch and mold itself to the curves for Jenny's
body.  She looked in the mirror and turned from side to side.  The heavy
sports bra gave her firm support and did disguise the precise contours of
her breast.

   "What do you think John?"

   "I see what you mean Jenny.  The material clearly shows your bra straps
and outline of the bra fabric.  I think it will improve things 100% if you
get rid of the bra."

   "It will put my nipples and breasts on display as though I wearing a
coat of paint." Jenny ruefully thought, but mindful of Dr.  Fredericks'
advice she said "John, I will give it a try but I am afraid it will be too
revealing."

   Jenny lifted the dress up to her shoulders unhooked and removed her bra
and pulled it back down again.  As she smoothed the fabric, the friction
tickled her nipples and they became erect.

   "You look like a million in that dress Honey."

   "I look like I'm asking for a $1,000 trick," Jenny thought to herself.

   As Jenny fixed her hair and finished putting on make-up she thought
"It's a wonder that John did not try to talk me out of wearing panties.  "

   Jenny lifted her tennis skirt and looked at the panties.  They covered
her completely and were heavy gauge material and completely opaque.

   "I could wear the bottoms of my white bikini, if John insisted." "If he
really pushed, I would get some coverage from the white lace thong that are
in the back of the panty drawer."

   Jenny retrieved the alternate articles and went back and tried each on
and evaluated the look in a full length mirror on the back of the bathroom
door.  She had just put the thong on when the doorbell sounded.

   "The therapist" Jenny remembered.

   She went to the door and greeted Hugh and led him back to the bedroom.
As Jenny walked over she was conscious of Hugh eyeing her breasts as they
moved under her tennis dress with each step.  Jenny's nipples became erect,
further adding to Hugh's attention intensity.

   As Jenny stuck her head in the doorway and said she'd be in the family
room if needed.  John called out "Come give me a kiss."

   Jenny strode proudly to the bedside thinking, "With almost nothing under
this skirt the accident prone Jenny would loose her balance and give anyone
behind her a show."

   So when Jenny bent over to give John a kiss she did fall forward into
John's arms.  Jenny relaxed as John gave her a deep kiss.  Jenny wiggled a
bit during the embrace.  Jenny let John break the kiss and she stood up and
left the room striding like a supermodel on the catwalk.

   Out of sight of the men Jenny nearly collapsed with the arousal.  Her
intentional display left her with.  her vagina wet, her clitoris and
nipples erect and very sensitive.  She explored the sensitive surfaces of
her crotch with her hands bringing herself to an orgasm.

   "Showing off can be the most extra ordinarily erotic activity, or
painfully embarrassing.  It is all in the mind.  Dr.  Fredericks was right
the most erogenous zone of the body is the mind !" Jenny realized.

   Hugh was shaken by Jenny's parade, display and retreat.

   "Ohmygod John your wife is the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on.
She has a body that is incredible.  That tennis dress looks like the top is
painted on.  You pulling her down for that kiss was the best show I've had
in years."

   "What show?  Pulled her?  She fell on me." John said.

   "Oh oh!  That wasn't staged by you for my benefit ?"said Hugh.

   "What?  What was staged?" a baffled John asked.

   Hugh told John, who concealed his astonishment very effectively of the
clothes or lack thereof underneath the tennis skirt and how Jenny wiggled
while John kissed her.  John concealed his incredulity and thought to
himself "That display was the sort of thing I used to try to engineer and
if it came off at all it would be awkward.  My darling wife pulls it off
flawlessly."

   After the therapist left Jenny returned to the bedroom intending to
change back into the max coverage panties.  John called out.  "Hugh told me
I embarrassed you.  Did I?"

   "No honey, It was my fault for not being properly dressed because I lost
track of time.  I am going to change now." Jenny replied.

   "What did you have on?"

   "Just this." Jenny tossed the dampened thong to John and lifted the
skirt turning slowing for John's inspection.