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   Jenny and the B.T.T Sell Hawaii by JailBait Jenny and the B.T.T.  Sell
the Wild West by JailBait Jenny Drives Into Trouble by JailBait

   Jenny At The Fated Fete (a young English Jenny story) by JailBait

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   JENNY AND THE B.T.T

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   Jenny and the B.T.T Sell Hawaii by JailBait



   Jenny wrapped in a white bath sheet sat at her dressing table carefully
applying the finishing touches to her make-up.  She looked down at the
letter headed "Break Thru Travel the travellers friend" and read the entire
contents again, even the elaborate signature by Mrs.  A.  Z.  Gillan
(Director).  I can get this job she thought, I can work with a young team,
I'm friendly and out going, I'm meticulous about my appearance, I'm
numerate and accurate with paper work.  I can wear a supplied uniform
deemed appropriate by the company while on duty.  Jenny imagined herself
breezing through the day in a well-tailored dark suit and blouse as another
couple complemented her on a well-arranged vacation cruising the Nile and
visiting the pyramids.

   Jenny looked across to the bed where her best blue suit lay ready to be
put on.  The buttons, seams and zip had been checked for security.  A new
white blouse that she had only worn once before is hung on the wardrobe
door.  Tried and tested like the suit she thought.  The panty hose and
under wear were new and still in their original packets.  Her well-polished
black shoes with their chunky low heels would complete her ensemble.

   On the following Monday in the office of Mrs A.  Z.  Gillian (Director)
at Break Thru Travel, Becky dressed in a brightly coloured bikini with a
garland of flowers hanging around her neck sat on the edge of desk with her
long tanned legs extended to the floor.  Sarah her younger by minutes
sister was combing Becky's long blonde hair before clipping a crown of
flowers to the top of her head.  Angela Zena Gillian sat at her desk in her
immaculately tailored black suit shuffling her way through that mornings
mail.

   "Angey," said Becky.  "What's the new girl like?"

   "I wish you wouldn't call me that, darling, I am still your mother as
well as being your employer.  Using my first name I can tolerate.  Just."

   "Whatever," acknowledged Becky.

   "In answer to your question, Jenny, is very pleasant but she isn't
really a girl more of a woman really."

   "You mean she is lot older than me and Sarah?"

   "No not a lot older."

   "And this old woman you have employed is willing to dress up in skimpy
costumes like these Hawaiian ones we have to wear to push certain
destinations."

   "As I said she isn't that old and yes she is aware of the head office
insistence of the clothing to be worn during promotions."

   "And she didn't mind?"

   "She didn't seem to mind exactly but she did stumble during the
interview at that point and seemed to want me to assure her that the
costumes were well made out of good quality material, and that the out fits
would not be tight and likely to tear."

   "Is she a bit of a fatty then?"

   "No not at all, generous in the bust department perhaps, but not fat."

   Sarah who had only be listening to the conversation while fussing over
Becky's hair paused from her flower placing turned to Angela and said.

   "If she is starting work today you do realise that head office is still
using Cindy's measurements for the other costume?"

   "So," answered Angela.

   "Well don't you remember at one time we discussed at home as to whether
Cindy actually qualified to be deemed anorexia nervosa."

   "Well yes she certainly had a slim figure."

   Becky, grinning broadly, interrupted with.

   "I think the point that Sarah is trying to make to you Angela is that
Cindy had small tits and we have got Ms.  Super-Hooters starting today."

   Angela thought for a moment and said, "I only said she was generous in
the bust not that she had super....well what you were accusing her of."

   "And her butt, I bet that is bigger than Cindy's?" Asked Becky.

   Angela pictured in her mind Cindy's trim tight buttocks along side the
bountiful curves of Jenny's rear end.

   "Yes that is possible." Admitted Angela.

   "Only possible," grinned Becky.  "Angela you've cocked up and you will
be in big trouble with head office if they choose today for an on the spot
inspection.  Staff incorrectly dressed could rock the franchise boat a
bit."

   Angela gripped the edge of her desk and said loudly, "It is one of your
most annoying traits to gloat at others misfortune.  Jenny will be able to
wear the Hawaiian costume even though she may find it to be a little bit
tight.  If you are so perfect Becky why don't you take over the liaison
between us and head office regarding costumes for promotions?"

   "Do you really mean it?" Queried Becky tilting her head to one side.

   "Yes I mean it, you're the one who keeps telling me you could handle
more responsibility."

   Jenny walked as quickly as possible towards the travel shop while
gripping the top of her skirt.  What diabolical luck she thought.  Why
today of all days, I was already running late, get out of the car and twang
panties around my ankles.  My clothes are cursed anything that can burst,
snap, split, rip and just simply part company from my body does so with
depressing regularity.  Jenny did also wonder if she may have done better
to have just kicked the errant piece of under wear under her car where they
fell.  It certainly would have let me walk faster she thought.

   Trying to keep a firm grasp on these panties down the waist band of my
skirt is not at all conducive to me walking quickly.  Jenny arrived at the
street door and paused to compose herself before pushing it open and
stepping inside to the sound of the shop bell.  She stood a few feet inside
the shop as the door closed silently behind her.  Her grip nervously
tightened on the waist band as Becky and Sandra with Angela a few paces in
front approached from the rear of the shop, Jenny immediately recognised
Angela as the person who had interviewed her.  The other two she guessed
correctly were Angela's daughters who had been described to her at the
after normal shop hours meeting.

   Jenny looked in horror and thought surely those skimpy out fits the
twins are wearing can't possibly be the kind of thing I will be expected to
wear during a days work.  Angela walked towards the now stunned Jenny her
hand extended in greeting.

   "I welcome you to your first day at Break Thru Travel and hope you and
my daughters will get on well together as a friendly little team."

   Angela's proffered handshake prompted an extended hand from Jenny, whose
heart missed a beat as she realised she had released the grip on her
panties that started to slither down her thighs.  Jenny, too bewildered to
react felt a gentle tickling as the panties slid down her legs on route to
settling at her ankles.  She looked down at her feet and back up into
Angela's eyes who looked in surprise at what she saw as a less than
auspicious start for her new employee.

   "She is a good choice mom, we like her already!!!" Shouted the giggling
Becky.

   Sandra turned to Becky and wagged her finger, "Remember what Angela told
you.  Gloating over others misfortune is a very nasty trait."

   Angela turned and glared at Becky and Sandra.  Jenny stayed frozen to
the spot, red faced and hoping a hole would open in the carpet and cause
her to disappear.  Angela attempted to take control of a farcical situation
by starting to make formal introductions.

   "Jenny, these are my daughters, Becky and Sandra.  Becky and Sandra meet
Jenny our new sales assistant."

   Angela breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the telephone start to
ring in her office.

   "Sorry Jenny I have to go." She said.  "Duty calls.  The girls will look
after you.  Bye."

   Angela hurried back to sanctuary of her office.

   Becky spoke first, "you may as well step out of your panties as you will
have take everything off to change into your Hawaiian costume."

   Jenny stepped out of her panties in total silence.

   "Good girl," complimented Becky as you would a dog who had obeyed a
command to roll over.

   Sandra picked up the fallen panties, paused for a few moments, opened
the shop door and tossed them into the street.  Jenny opened her mouth to
protest at the flippant treatment of her property but not a sound was
forthcoming.

   Angela who had finished her wrong number call shouted from her office
doorway, "we are supposed to be open in 5 minutes and none of you are
ready! Help Jenny get changed, and I thought there were grass skirts to go
with the bikini and flowered garlands?"

   "There is!" Shouted Sandra in reply.

   Becky reached over and started to undo Jenny's blouse.

   "I have to get changed here," gasped Jenny in horror.

   "Only kidding," chuckled Becky, "we have a changing room out the back.
Come on you heard what Angela said you only have 5 minutes."

   Becky and Sandra had shown Jenny to the changing room and had pulled on
their grass skirts and gone into the front of the shop.  Jenny now naked
opened the carton they had given her and examined the contents.  The grass
skirt with an elastic waist band looked to be okay.  One size fits all
thought Jenny as she stepped into it and pulled it up to her waist.  She
held up the multicoloured bikini bottoms unable to believe how tiny they
were, Jenny stepped into them and eased the garment up her slender legs,
she is amazed how much force was needed to pull the briefs up over her
thighs into place.  Jenny parted the synthetic grass at the front and
peered down to see a tiny piece of material barely covering her crotch.

   When she looked at the back in the full length mirror, the cheeks of her
bottom seemed to have eaten the rear part of the costume.  Jenny reached
for the top of the bikini and realised at once that her breasts were not
going to snuggle into those tiny cups.  She clipped the top round her chest
and with a great deal of effort turned the top around to get the cups to
the correct side.  Jenny wished the top had shoulder straps rather than
appearing to defy gravity.  Despite hooking her fingers into the cups and
indulging in some vigorous jiggling only a small quantity of her generous
breasts settled inside the top.  Jenny looked at herself in the full length
mirror, the inadequacies of the bikini bottoms were hidden behind the grass
skirt she told herself.

   She reached for the garland and slipped it over her head, and these will
assist in hiding my bulging cleavage so perhaps it won't be too bad..

   Angela poked her head round the changing room door and said, "that's
good the bikini fitted fine, I told the girls it would."

   "It is a little bit tight, I don't want to sound like I'm moaning on my
first day but would it be possible to have a slightly larger size in future
costumes?" Jenny asked politely.

   "You will have to tell Becky your requirements as I have given the
promotion responsibilities to her."

   "Mrs.  Gillian how do I know which one of your daughters is Becky."

   "It is tricky to physically tell the difference but it is easy with the
Hawaiian outfit as Becky has a ring in her pierced navel.  Now if you are
ready I have a little job for you to do in the shop.  Here is an assortment
of brochures go and put them in the rack on the public side of the
counter."

   Jenny took the armful of brochures and to prevent strain on her bikini
walked carefully to the rack to restock the shelves.  Jenny was quite
pleased to be doing something useful as it distracted her thoughts from how
scant her clothing was.  One young man even asked her for a brochure from
the top of the pile in her arms.  He seems to have been distracted by the
loop of the flowers across my breasts thought Jenny as he stared at them
very hard indeed.  Perhaps he was trying to determine what type of flowers
they were.

   The last few brochures she was left with were all for the same country
and as she scanned the rack she could see the matching ones were on the
bottom shelf.  Jenny carefully sank down into a crouch and felt the bikini
bottoms go so tight she was sure she could hear the material creak with the
tension.  She placed the last brochure into the rack and softly breathed a
sigh of relief.  As she started to rise her relief was turned into panic as
a loud twang from under the grass skirt announced the surrender of the
waist band of her bikini bottoms.  Jenny looked over her shoulder and to
her surprise nobody including Becky and Sarah had heard anything.

   Jenny stood up and felt for the second time that day her panties
descended down to her ankles.  She swiftly crouched back down and fumbled
the bikini bottoms completely off.  She left them in the middle of the
floor and hurried behind the counter to stand next to Sarah.

   "Are you okay Jenny?" asked Sarah as the customer she was serving turned
to leave the shop.  "Only you look a little flushed."

   Jenny nodded her in the direction of the bikini bottoms lying on the
floor in front of the rack.

   "Not again." Said Sarah shaking her head in disbelief.

   Jenny sighed and whispered, "this kind of humiliating thing always seems
to happen to me.  I don't know why."

   Sarah feeling a bit mean for having thrown Jenny's own panties out the
front door hurried out from behind the counter to retrieve the bikini
bottoms.  Unluckily for Sarah and Jenny at that moment Angela came out of
her office and made a bee line for Jenny.  Sarah not wishing to embarrass
Jenny further with Angela hid the bottoms amongst the brochures.

   "Jenny," said Angela as she approached," Could you go out to the front
of the shop and pull down the awning?  The pole is over there."

   "What outside.  You mean into the street." Stammered Jenny.

   "Of course I mean outside in the street that is where the awning is."

   "I could do it." Piped up Sarah trying to save Jenny from being in the
street naked under her grass skirt.

   "Jenny is quite capable of doing a little job like that, aren't you?"

   Jenny walked as carefully as possible to get the pole.  Small steps she
thought, and then just maybe my skirt will hang down and not part and swirl
to give every one a disjointed peep show.  Jenny went out into the street
and felt the gentle breeze ruffle and shake her skirt.  Becky who had now
been told by Sarah that Jenny was going out into the street with nothing on
under her skirt stood in the open doorway.  Sarah watched from the other
side of the main shop window.

   Jenny extended the pole towards the awning hooks and found it to be a
long stretch as she fumbled to hook the locating eyes.  The handle of the
pole became snagged in the garland around her neck.  Jenny in her efforts
to get the handle free only succeeded in snapping the necklace of flowers
which fell onto the pavement.

   With the hook finally located Jenny gave a mighty pull on the awning
which to her horror caused the rear fastener on the bikini top to burst. 
The top fired towards the shop window causing Sarah to flinch as the
brightly coloured material hit the window.

   Becky exploded in a fit of laughter from the doorway and shouted.

   "Definitely super-hooters, just like I said!!"

   Jenny let go of the pole leaving it swinging on the eye and clamped her
hands to her naked breasts and ran back towards the shop entrance.  Jenny's
entry was hampered by the hysterically laughing Becky blocking the doorway.
Jenny finally managed to squeeze by but not before Becky had in the
confusion hooked the waist band of Jenny's skirt onto the door handle.  The
elastic stretched into the shop as if to catapult Jenny back into the
street.  This time Becky and Sarah did hear the twang as the elastic waist
snapped and fired the skirt past Becky, across the pavement and into the
road.  Jenny now completely nude fell and sprawled onto the floor of the
shop.

   Angela turned and without saying a word headed back towards her office
vigorously shaking her head.  Becky, who was observing Jenny get to her
feet, turned to Sarah to remark, "I'm liking her more and more as the day
goes on."





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   Jenny and the B.T.T.  Sell the Wild West by JailBait



   "How!" Shouted Sarah and Becky in unison after they had put on their
squaw's costumes.  The outfits are light brown in colour decorated with
squiggles of blue and yellow picked out with white glittering beads.  Mid
thigh in length with the hem cut in a zig zagging pattern they emphasis the
girls long tanned legs beautifully.  They both wore head bands which stood
out boldly from their blonde hair, Sarah's hair is woven in tresses,
Becky's is tied in to long bunches.  On their feet they both wear leather
sandals with the strapping criss-crossing up their calves.  Brightly
coloured bangles on both wrists jangle with every movement.

   Jenny blusters into the changing room, almost late because the zip had
snapped on her black skirt as she left her house.  With her skirt around
her ankles she had struggled back indoors and changed into her dark blue
business suit, retained the same beige blouse, and her normal black
sensible heeled shoes.  Glancing at her watch with some relief to discover
she wasn't late, Jenny carefully put her rear door key into her hand bag.

   "Let me guess." Said Jenny.  "New promotion, and being as you are both
dressed like that, it must be cowboy country or something like that."

   "Surely you already knew?" Questioned Sarah.  "You are according to
Becky the cowboy, and head office assumed the check shirt, jeans and boots
would be your own."

   "What have they supplied?" Jenny said a worried look on her face.

   "A hat, a waistcoat, chaps and a pair of spurs." Answered Sarah and
looked accusingly at Becky.

   "Sorry Jenny." Said Becky disarmingly.  "I was sure I told you to either
wear or bring the other pieces with you.  Never mind you can wear what
there is but I will let you off wearing the spurs as they will look a bit
silly with those shoes."

   "Can't I go home and get or even buy the jeans and shirt?" Pleaded
Jenny.

   "No time!  No time!  This is a very special promotion and head office
could come here to inspect us.  You haven't seen out front, totem poles and
things for the kids, this is a bigger promotion than normal.  How would it
look if I had no cowboy?  Please Jenny, do your best with what you have,
the Break-Thru travel franchise is depending on you."

   Becky even added a flutter of her long lashes at the end of her rallying
speech.

   Sarah chimed in to back her sister up.

   "If you stay behind the counter no-one will know you only have panties
on with your chaps, and the waistcoat will cover your breasts."

   Jenny, now resigned to being half-naked for the rest of the day strips
down to her under wear and starts to put on the outfit.  The waistcoat
buttons start low down and unluckily Jenny's bra choice for today pushed
her breasts upward and outward.  Jenny looks in surprise at how much bra
and breasts push out through the V of the waistcoat before the buttons
start.

   Sarah sidled over to Jenny and said.  "Nothing personal Jenny but your
top half looks like you are mid way through getting dressed.  If you do
away with the bra your tits will look much less conspicuous."

   Jenny reluctantly took the waistcoat off and handed it to Sarah.  Jenny
unclasped her bra and took it off, folded it neatly and put it with the
rest of her clothes.  Sarah helped Jenny back into the waistcoat, they each
fastened some of the buttons.

   "Much better without a bra." Compliments Sarah.  "Now the chaps, you are
lucky, leather against bare skin makes me feel really sexy." She adds and
slides her hands slowly down her thighs.

   "They aren't leather." Scoffs Becky.

   Jenny starts to bend forward with her peachy bottom facing the changing
room door to strap on the chaps.

   "Nice ass babe!" a male voice shouted as the door crashed open.

   Jenny panic stricken straightened up, turned to face the source of the
voice while backing towards the lockers.

   "All done Jason?" Said Becky casually.  Jason nodded and stared towards
Jenny who had her arms clamped protectively around herself.

   "You don't know Jenny do you?" Becky continued.

   "Some bits I would recognise again." Replied the 18 year old Jason with
a crude laugh.

   "Jenny this is Jason.  Jenny, Jason.  He has helped his younger sister,
Sammy Jo, to set up a face painting kiosk in the shop."

   "P-P-Pleased to meet you." Stuttered Jenny.

   "The pleasure was all mine.  Perhaps we could get together some time and
have some sexy fun.  I love girls who wear leather trousers.  Especially
ones who drop them to their ankles when I meet them." Said Jason with a
suggestive wink to Jenny.

   Jenny just stared in discomfort at the crude teenager.

   Sarah dived to Jenny's rescue.  "She is too old for you and besides she
is happily married."

   "Sometimes the older married ones are grateful when a young sex machine
comes their way." Counters Jason thrusting his hips towards Jenny.

   "Jason!" said Sarah, raising her voice.

   "Don't get jealous Sarah I can mange all three of you with no problem."
Grins Jason.

   Becky clamps her hand to the crotch of Jason's cut offs.

   "Not big enough to touch the sides needle dick!" She said with a smile
while squeezing his penis firmly through the material.

   "Your loss!" Jason laughed as he pulled Becky's hand away and walked out
of the changing room.

   Sarah walked over to Jenny and crouched down to pull up the chaps for
her.

   "As you have probably gathered we have face painting for the kids today
to be done by Sammy Jo.  She is only 16 but she is has a natural artistic
talent and is very creative.  Mom saw her at a fair recently and asked her
if she would be interested in some casual work for this promotion.  " Said
Sarah.

   "Jason isn't going to be here, is he?" Said Jenny in a very concerned
voice.

   "No he won't be back until six to take Sammy Jo home."

   Jenny breathed an audible sigh of relief.

   Sarah finished strapping the chaps to Jenny while Becky went to see
Sammy Jo.

   Sammy Jo is arranging her various bottles and tins containing their
broad spectrum of colours, and checking her assorted brushes.  She is
dressed in a plain white cotton dress reaching almost to her knees her
budding breasts and nipples clearly out lined in the material.  At the rear
her taut young bottom stretches the material across both cheeks.  Her light
brown hair with its flecks of dark blue hangs loosely to her shoulders.

   "Sammy Jo, could you do a quick paint job on me before we open?"

   "Sure can Becky.  What have you got in mind?"

   "Just a few bright streaks across my face."

   "I can do that, no problem."

   Becky sat in the chair while Sammy Jo carefully painted a bright red
chevron across Becky's face.  Sammy Jo rinsed the brush and after wiping
the brush dry on her dress selected another colour.  She filled the brush
with a bright blue and painted another chevron that mirrored the red one.
She dropped the brush into a jar and pulled up the hem of dress and dabbed
at Becky's face.

   "Started to run." Said Sammy Jo apologetically.  "I will have to keep
the paint thick.  Must be warmer than I thought in here."

   "Do you always work like that."

   "Like what?"

   "Using your dress as a paint rag."

   "Always.  I find it more convenient than messing around with bits of
cloth.  I always know where I can find my wipe rag.  The dress is totally
ruined by the end of a day, but who cares, and you should see my body, it
looks like a rainbow when I take the dress off."

   "Ruins your underwear as well then."

   Sammy Jo furrowed her brow and scratched her head.  "I don't see how,
all my underwear is 10 miles away at home." She said with a broad grin.

   "I think I like you a lot already thought Becky.

   "Now how about I put a few ribbons of yellow down your arms and legs?"
Suggested Sammy Jo.  "I get bored just doing faces all the time."

   "Have you ever painted a whole outfit on to someone?" Asked Becky.

   "You mean like in the magazines where a girl goes out nude with her
clothes painted on?"

   "Yeah, something like that."

   "No, but I have tried on myself but that is very awkward to do, I could
only do my front.  If you want to strip off Becky I can give it a go!"

   " No not me, but if you would like to I think I can arrange for you to
do a total body job on some one else.  We will need Jason's help as well,
one of us can ring him and explain my plan.  The only problem is neither me
or Sarah will be here to help with the actual painting."

   "Who am I going to body paint?" Said the now intrigued Sammy Jo.

   "Jenny the other girl, well woman really, who is getting changed at the
moment who you will meet later."

   "Has she any idea what sort of outfit she wants me to paint on?"

   "No, you can chose, she likes surprises.  In fact the whole thing will
come as a surprise."

   "I'm fascinated Becky, tell me more."

   "My plan is ............................."

   Jenny put on the grey cowboy hat and pulled the draw string tight to her
chin.  She stood in front of the mirror to see how she looked, from the
front.  Sarah assured Jenny that she looked great as Jenny's panties
weren't skimpy g strings and were not as small as the bikini bottoms she
had worn for the Hawaii promotion.  Jenny smiled wryly to herself as she
remembered what had happened that day.

   "And also." Said Sarah encouragingly, "you will be behind the counter
today, not in the customer area."

   Jenny nodded her head.  "It will only be for today, what could possibly
go wrong?"

   They both jumped as Becky burst back into the room waving a plastic
tomahawk above her head.

   "Scalp the cowboy!  She stole our lands!" Cried Becky.

   "Christ Becky!  You frightened us half to death!" Scolded Sarah.

   "Sorry girls.  Got a bit carried away now Sammy Jo has put on my
war-paint.  Why don't you have some Sarah?"

   The day in the shop was a big success mainly for the fathers of the
children who came into the shop.

   Sarah and Becky in their minimal squaw outfits with their tanned limbs
emphasised with the yellow painting attracted a great deal of admiration.
Sammy Jo in her white dress soaked in various colours meant she had a group
of mainly men watching her intently.  Jenny totally by accident did on a
few occasions move back from the counter far enough to unintentionally
reveal the tantalising strips of skin between her chaps finishing and her
panties starting.

   Jenny did notice that Becky had a few chats with Sarah that caused Sarah
to burst out laughing but Jenny didn't know what it was about.  She asked
Sarah what was going on, Sarah assured her it was nothing.

   Minutes before the shop shut Becky said to Jenny.

   "Sammy Jo is about to have a shower and Jason is picking her up at 6. 
Trouble is me and Sarah have got to be away when the shop shuts at 5.30 so
could you please wait with Sammy Jo as we don't want her waiting outside
for half an hour."

   Jenny was so relieved that she had got through the day without a major
catastrophe that she happily agreed to stay late.

   "I'll lock the front door and pull down the blind, me and Sarah will go
out the back."

   Jenny busied herself in the shop tiding the brochure rack and throwing
scraps of rubbish into the bins.

   "Jenny!  Where have the twins gone?"

   Jenny looked in surprise as Sammy Jo totally naked padded into the shop
area leaving a trail of wet footprints on the floor.

   "They've gone home." Replied Jenny looking down at the desk to avoid
staring at the young naked teenager.

   "That's great I'm soaking wet and haven't a towel to dry myself with. 
Besides that when Jason parked out front I was going to jump into his car
in just the towel."

   "That would be awkward now anyway." Jenny said ,feeling a certain
empathy with Sammy Jo as Jenny had experienced this kind of situation many
times herself.  "I only have a rear door key so you would have had to
travel on foot up the rear alley to the end of the street."

   Sammy Jo continued to stand in the shop dripping more water into the
growing puddle around her feet.

   "Couldn't you put your dress back on?" Suggested Jenny.

   "It's gone." Said Sammy Jo.

   "Gone?  Gone where?" Queried Jenny.

   "Becky said put all the clothes and towels into the green sack.  So I
put the towel into the green sack not realising it was the only one, I put
a blue suit and a beige blouse on top and then my dress."

   Jenny naively believed this was a true account of the events and that
poor Sammy Jo had made a genuine mistake with Becky's instructions.  What
had really happened was Becky and Sammy Jo with Sarah keeping look out had
cleared the place of anything wearable into the laundry sack.  Sarah and
Becky had left with the sack while Sammy Jo hopped into the shower.

   "I needed to change into the blue suit and blouse to go home." Said
Jenny sadly.  "What about the bra?" She continued hopefully.

   "Yes, I'm sure I put that in as well." Sammy Jo replied brightly.

   "Looks like I will be travelling home in my cowboy outfit." Jenny
groaned as she thought of her walk to her car with her panties visible to
everyone.

   "And what about me?"

   "Sorry Sammy Jo, but I don't have any suggestions for what you can wear
if as you say the changing room has been cleared." Said Jenny and shook her
head in genuine concern for the younger girl.

   "Jenny, I do have one idea that should work.  You give me the cowboy
outfit."

   Jenny didn't think very much of the idea so far as it would leave her
with just her shoes, panties and a hat.

   "And I with my artistic talent," continued Sammy Jo, "will paint a T
shirt onto you.  You know I'm good, you have been watching me work all
day."

   "But that means I have to walk out into the streets in panties, shoes
and a layer of paint." Said Jenny her cheeks turning red just thinking
about it.

   "Have you a better idea Jenny, if so tell me."

   Jenny shook her head again and slowly slipped off the waistcoat and with
Sammy Jo's help unbuckled the chaps.  Jenny also removed the cowboy hat
which Sammy Jo immediately plonked onto her own head.

   Sammy Jo tossed the rest of the outfit onto the counter, "I'll put it on
after I've dripped dry." She said in explanation.

   This added to Jenny's embarrassment as Sammy Jo naked, except for the
hat reached for the pot of white paint.

   "Good job I have plenty left." She said light- heartedly.  "My tits are
only breast bumps compared to these."

   Sammy Jo started to apply the white paint carefully to the seated
Jenny's shoulders but Sammy Jo seemed to be all fingers and thumbs and
nearly knocked her paint over twice.

   "It's no good Jenny I will have to have your panties as well."

   "But then all I will have is my shoes." Jenny whispered in disbelief.

   "I must have a cloth to wipe my brushes on."

   "Can't you use the waistcoat?" Jenny suggested helpfully.

   "Totally the wrong type of material.  Low absorption factor." Answered
Sammy Jo dismissively .  "Will I get the panties back?" Jenny asked
hopefully, thinking a pair of paint smeared panties would be better than
none at all.

   "You won't need them, I can paint some smart shorts onto your skin."
Sammy Jo replied confidently.

   "But I will be nude except for my shoes and paint.  If any one sees me
they will know my clothes aren't real."

   "I feel very hurt Jenny, all I'm trying to do is be as helpful as
possible, and all you can do is bitch and doubt my skill all the time."
Sammy Jo said as she pretended to wipe a tear.

   "I'm so, so, sorry Sammy Jo, I will do what ever you say." Jenny stood
up, feeling very guilty and whispered.  "You can have my shoes as well if
you think it will help."

   "The panties will do for now." Smiled Sammy Jo.

   Sammy Jo briskly slide Jenny's panties off for her as Jenny froze in
passive obedience.

   Sammy Jo stepped into the panties and pulled them up her young slender
legs.  She bent forward, gripped the crotch of the panties in both hands,
and with a loud rip, snapped the crotch of the panties.  Sammy Jo saw
Jenny's look of dismay at the torn underwear.

   "I need the material hanging down." Said Sammy Jo by way of explanation.


   Jenny sat as still as she could as Sammy Jo got to work at painting on
the t shirt.

   Jenny giggled unintentionally as the soft brush bristles teased across
her nipples, and almost burst out laughing when Sammy Jo twiddled the brush
into Jenny's navel.  Jenny knelt on the chair for Sammy Jo to paint Jenny's
back.  Jenny wiggled her bottom as a deliberately well aimed bead of paint
went between her bottom cheeks before dripping onto the chair.  Mortified
she gripped the chair tightly as she felt the errant paint being wiped from
her bottom.

   "You will have to stand up now Jenny."

   Jenny strained her eyes downward while keeping her head up as Sammy Jo
added some blue trim to the sleeves and V neck line.

   "Turn around." Said Sammy Jo.  She selected a larger brush and in the
same shade of blue painted Jenny's bottom.  "Face me." Said Sammy Jo and
crouched down.

   Jenny who was looking down saw Sammy Jo crinkle her nose and shake her
head.

   "Too hairy." Said Sammy Jo and shook her head again.

   "You mean my..pu..pu..b..ic hair." Stammered Jenny.

   "Have you got any scissors?"

   "I have if my hand bag is still in the changing room." Jenny answered
simply, as she remembered her promise to co-operate.

   Sammy Jo scampered off to the changing room her paint soaked flaps of
panty material swinging from side to side.  She returned in seconds. "Found
them!" She shouted, snipping at the air with the tiny pair of nail
scissors.

   "I'll do the honours." She said crouching back down with her nose inches
from Jenny's vagina.

   Sammy Jo methodically trimmed the excess pubic hair while Jenny looked
up at the ceiling, too embarrassed to look.

   "Much better." Declared Sammy Jo when she had finished trimming.

   "Thank you for doing that." Jenny said politely.

   Sammy Jo picked up her paint pot and brush and proceeded to finish off
the shorts.

   "Can't you keep still!" Mocked Sammy Jo as she persistently drew the
paint brush the full length of Jenny's vaginal lips.

   "I'm trying." Said Jenny.  "But the tickle of the brush is making me
shiver all over."

   "All done." Sammy Jo finally declared as she stood up and gave her brush
a final wipe.

   Jenny walked the whole length of the shop for Sammy Jo to have her final
inspection.  Sammy Jo knotted the crotch of the panties back together and
strapped on the chaps.  She on the waistcoat but before she did up the
buttons a loud knock sounded on the front door.

   "Must be Jason." Said Sammy Jo and with her waistcoat still flapping
open went to one of the desks and grabbed a piece of paper, on it she wrote
WE HAVE NO KEY FOR THE FRONT DOOR.  MEET US AT THE END OF THE ALLEY.

   Before Jenny realised Sammy Jo had flicked up the blind on the front
door to show Jason her message.  Jenny momentarily froze, as Jason squashed
his nose up to the glass and put his thumb up to signal his approval. 
Jenny turned and ran towards the changing rooms, her blue bottom cheeks
bouncing in unconnected locomotion.

   Sammy Jo went into the changing rooms to find Jenny standing in one of
the corners.

   "I don't think I can do this." Said Jenny sadly.

   "Of course you can." Smiled Sammy Jo confidently.  "I bet Jason didn't
even notice you were only dressed in paint.  Honestly you just look as if
you are dressed in a tight t shirt and shorts."

   Jenny still doubtful continued to stand rooted to the spot.

   "Please lets get going before Jason gets pissed off with waiting and
drives away." Urged Sammy Jo.

   Fat chance of that thought Sammy Jo Jason would sit out there all night
if he thought he was going to get a look at those bouncy white tits, let
alone the cheeky blue ass and bald blue pussy.

   Sammy Jo and Jenny headed out side and down the alley, Sammy Jo walked
nonchalantly along in her bare feet with her paint stained panties barely
covering her vagina and bottom.  Jenny mean while stayed so close the wall
it was as if she hoped her colours would blend into the surroundings.  She
kept glancing backward to see if any one was approaching from behind, and
ahead hoping to see Jason's car.  Jenny hid behind a trash can as Sammy Jo
went out to meet Jason.

   "Are you ready for a dash to the car?" Said Sammy Jo when she returned
and squatted down beside Jenny.

   Jenny felt so scared at the thought of leaving the quiet of the alley
for the bustle of the street that she wasn't even sure she could stand up.
Jenny gathered all her courage and with Sammy Jo's encouraging words dashed
into the street to Jason's car.

   Jason was standing in the street with a broad grin on his face.

   "Where's the car?" Gasped Jenny her eyes pivoting in all directions.

   "My brother can be a stupid idiot at times." Sammy Jo said casually. 
"He left the car outside the shop we've got to run all the way down the
street."

   "You never said to bring the car little sister, you said to meet you at
the end of the alley, no mention of bringing the car."

   "Please can we go to the car now?" Pleaded Jenny.  "People are pointing
at me, they must know my clothes aren't real."

   "Aren't they?" Said Jason.  "They fooled me."

   Sammy Jo nudged Jenny and said.  "Now that I'm the cowboy I've got to
make a run for it as those two squaws over the road seem to have their eyes
on me as a new scalp!!!"





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   Jenny Drives Into Trouble by JailBait



   Jenny the newest driver at Lux Limos carefully exited the stretched
white Mercedes through the garage doors and out into the street. 
Apprehensive initially she had mastered the large cars after a few weeks
supervised driving and was about to pick up her first real passengers. 
Financially Jenny had some problems of late with rent, store cards and
credit cards and badly needed to make a success of her new job.  She was
confident that a few weeks steady work would make inroads into paying back
the £1000 she now owed the company to cover her training and uniform.  In
view of her numerous clothing disasters she was extremely glad that despite
the attractive image the female drivers had to project the uniform wasn't
at all skimpy.  The uniform consisted of a knee length skirt, and jacket in
a gaudy shade of yellow.  The jacket was similar to a dinner jacket, high
waisted, with two short tails at the rear.  This was teamed with a white
blouse and white stockings.  (her personal preference to tights).  Her
shoes were in the same bright yellow, as was the bow tie and peaked hat
with it's single string of gold braid.  On the jacket's large lapels a gold
badge announced in copperplate writing JENNY, as the first line.  The
second line written smaller said Limousine Driver.

   Her eyes flicked to the clip board attached to the dash to read her
assignment, which was to go to the Metro Hilton, to pick up two passengers
from Break Thru Travel and to take them to the airport.  Unbeknown to Jenny
a more experienced driver was originally to have done this pick up as she
would be collecting Becky and Sarah, the daughters of a franchisee of Break
Thru Travel in the USA.  A good service would hopefully ensure regular
repeat business with the customers of Break Thru Travel.  Fortunately for
Jenny the traffic was light and she arrived at the hotel with 10 minutes in
hand.  As she sat in the foyer she attracted quite a few admiring looks,
mainly because her skirt had ridden up when she had crossed her legs, to
reveal that band of bare skin between her skirt and stocking top that no
man can resist.

   One of the hotel staff had informed her what Becky and Sarah looked
like, long blonde hair, bronzed fit bodies, and so alike that they must be
twins.  Jenny jumped to her feet as the girls, who couldn't have been more
than 18 approached, accompanied by an equally young bell boy trolleying
their luggage.  Definitely as described.  thought Jenny in admiration at
the amount of bronzed skin the girl's minimal clothing of sleeveless
cropped tops and tight micro skirts exposed.

   Outside as the bell boy loaded the luggage into the boot of the
limousine, Jenny meanwhile became uncomfortable under the intense stare of
the young blonde girls.  Jenny inspected her appearance in fear that her
skirt may have split or the buttons on her blouse had come undone.  One of
them even pointed at her name tag and nudged the other with the result that
they both started giggling.

   Jenny bravely decided to say something, "I noticed you were pointing at
my name tag, I just wondered if you knew me already or something?"

   The young girls burst into another fit of giggles.

   "No!  No!  It's not exactly like that," said one.

   "It's the name and your physical appearance," said the other.

   Jenny is a fairly common name, thought Jenny, and as for my appearance,
I have been the cause of some merriment when I've lost my clothes
inappropriately, but that isn't the case at the moment.

   "You look puzzled," said one of the twins, "My name is Becky by the way,
and this is my twin sister Sarah."

   "Hi," said Sarah before explaining, "it's just that back in the US we
have a girl who works for us, who looks exactly like you."

   "And her name is Jenny as well," added Becky, "and you are so much like
her, it's spooky."

   "Except this Jenny has all her clothes on," giggled Sarah.

   "What do you mean by that?" asked Jenny her eyes wide with surprise.

   "No offence intended Jenny," said Sarah apologetically, "it's just that
our Jenny seems to part company from her clothes under the most
extraordinary circumstances."

   "And it's not just the odd button," emphasised Becky, "she seems to
manage to loose them all, in the street, in the travel shop, anywhere in
fact."

   "I don't suppose you've even become nude like that, have you?" said
Sarah with a cheeky smile.

   "No I haven't," replied Jenny softly.

   Now that is spooky, she thought as she slammed the boot of the
limousine.

   Jenny carefully drove away from the hotel and confidently settled into
her task of transporting Becky and Sarah to the airport.

   "Have you been to the U.K.  before?" inquired Jenny, making conversation
with the standard British start.

   "No, this is the first time," replied Becky.

   "Next time we'll come in the summer," added Sarah.  "We thought it was
summer here now, hence our light clothing."

   "It is supposed to be," said Jenny apologetically.

   "If I'd have known how cold it would be I'd have bought my thermal
underwear," said Sarah,

   "Don't you listen to her Jenny," said Becky.  "she never wears
underwear, thermal or otherwise,"

   "Yes I do," said Sarah indignantly, "You saw me get dressed this
morning. so you know I've got panties on.

   "You might have taken them off when my backed was turned," laughed
Becky. "And what about a bra, you definitely don't have one of those on."

   "Neither do you." countered Sarah, prodding one of Becky's prominent
nipples.

   "I going to tell the driver what you've done," said Becky in mock
horror, she reached forward and tapped Jenny on the shoulder, "did you see
that Miss?" said Becky, as if she was still at school.  "She poked one of
my tits, she's a naughty girl isn't she Miss?"

   Jenny glanced round for a second, just one second, but it was the same
second as a small dog ran in front of the car ahead.

   Melanie braked hard and avoided hitting the little dog, much to her
relief as she was already running late for her next appointment.

   "What the fuck!" she exclaimed as her car was buffeted 6 feet along the
road by the tyre screeching limousine behind, that failed to stop in time.
Jenny sat dumbfounded in the limousine, her hands still tightly gripping
the steering wheel.  Through the clouds of steam hissing from under the
bonnet stepped Melanie with a face like thunder.

   "You silly cow!" she yelled as she rapped on Jenny's window, "didn't you
see my brake lights come on?"

   "I'm really, really sorry," said Jenny after opening the window half
way, "I was distracted for a split second and I braked as hard as I could,
but I just couldn't stop in time."

   Becky and Sarah sunk low into their seat and looked out of the opposite
side window.

   "If you hadn't poked my tits, none of this would have happened,"
whispered Becky to Sarah.

   "I like that," hissed Sarah, "it was you tapping Jenny on the shoulder
to tell her I poked your tit that caused the accident."

   Melanie flapped her hand in disgust and started to stab the stored
number buttons on her mobile phone.

   "This will cost your firm dearly, because on top of the repairs to my
car, they can pay for a taxi to be at my disposal until my car is
repaired."

   "Perhaps it's not as bad as you think," suggested Jenny hopefully, "and
your car may still be usable."

   "Usable!  Usable!" screamed Melanie, "come out here and see what you've
done you useless idiot!"

   Melanie put her mobile phone to her face, "no not you," she said to the
mouth piece, "I was talking to someone else.  I want a taxi here now...  No
I don't know where here is..."

   "It's the B2048," offered Jenny, "tell them you are near the Green Man
public house," she continued helpfully and pointed across the road at the
dingy building opposite.

   After Melanie had arranged her taxi, she seemed to calm down, albeit
slightly, Jenny ventured out of the car to inspect the damage she had
caused.  That is really bad, thought Jenny as she looked at the front of
her limousine trying to eat the boot of Melanie's small hatchback.  In the
meantime a small gathering of male drinkers sitting outside the Green Man
opposite loudly voiced their opinions on the uselessness of women drivers.

   "Shit!  Shit!  Shit!" shouted Melanie as one leg of her tights snagged a
piece of damaged metal, the small hole sending a ladder rocketing up her
leg.

   "Now look what you've done."

   I've done!  thought Jenny.

   "What are you going to do about it?" demanded Melanie.

   "There's nothing I can do, is there?" Jenny mumbled.

   "You will have to give me yours," said Melanie firmly, "I'm not going to
my meeting wearing these, or bare legged."

   Jenny weakly protested before she glumly got into the passenger side of
the limousine, leaving Melanie pacing up and down outside.

   "I don't suppose either of you two have any spare tights or stockings in
your luggage."

   "Neither of us wear them," said Sarah sadly, "if we did you could have
them, gladly.  Because it was our fault you crashed."

   "No it wasn't," said Jenny gallantly as she bent down to slip both her
shoes off.

   Jenny fumbled under her skirt to pop the suspenders off of her stockings
and carefully rolled them down her legs.  Kneeling on the passenger seat
she leant out of the window to offer Melanie her stockings.  In leaning out
Jenny unknowingly pressed the button down to lock the door.

   "And how I am supposed to wear those?" said Melanie ungratefully.

   "Perhaps you could change in the pub toilets," suggested Jenny trying to
be helpful.

   "Tights!  I'm wearing tights!  You silly girl, I need your suspender
belt as well if I'm to wear stockings."

   "Sorry," said Jenny apologetically.  "I didn't realise."

   Jenny knew she was going to have a problem removing her suspender belt
within the confines of the car.  She carefully removed her jacket and
handed it to Becky to hold.  Jenny then arched her back and thrust her hips
upwards so as she could release the button and zip at the rear of the
skirt. She pushed the waistband of the skirt down past her thighs, she let
out a small gasp on lowering herself on to the seat as the chill of the
leather contacted her bare bottom at the sides of her knickers.  She leant
forward and unclipped her suspender belt, before recoiling in surprise as a
plume of black smoke followed by a crackling yellow flame appeared from the
dash board.

   "The car's on fire!" she screamed loudly, frightening Becky and Sarah
from their relaxed lounge on the rear seat.

   A muffled explosion from outside preceded a collection of small flames
at the bonnet edges.  Becky and Sarah looked wide eyed from their now bolt
upright position as the acrid black smoke permeated the interior.

   "Get out!  Get out!" Screamed Jenny reaching for the door handle.

   Becky and Sarah already had their door open and were scrabbling out
while Jenny tugged her door handle again and again but the door stubbornly
refused to open.  Panicking at the increasing smoke billowing from the
dashboard she decided to try the other door.  As she attempted to crawl
over the high centre console she was held back by her knickers being hooked
by the T handled gear lever.  Gripping the steering wheel with both hands
she pulled herself across the car, leaving her skirt and knickers entwined
around the protruding gear lever.  The drivers door opened easily and Jenny
pitched out onto the road.

   Jenny sat in the road momentarily stunned, until a delivery van passed
close by with it's horn sounding and shouts from a leaning head from the
passenger window.

   Maniacs!  She thought, they must of been able to see me from way back.

   "You'd better get up," said Sarah running towards her, "you sitting in
the road, splay legged, with your bare crotch facing the oncoming traffic
is liable to cause another accident."

   "Oh my god!  I'm naked from the waist down," cried Jenny as she realised
how few clothes she had on.  "My knickers, skirt and shoes are still in the
car."

   "Incinerated I should think," said Sarah, "and so will we be if we don't
move soon,"

   They both looked in alarm as the flames and smoke continued to pour into
the interior of the limousine.  Jenny rose quickly to her feet and handed
Sarah the suspender belt, as Jenny realised she needed both hands to pull
her blouse as low as possible to keep herself decent.

   "What about my jacket?" asked Jenny hopefully as she followed Sarah
through the smoke and away from the burning wrecks towards Becky and
Melanie.

   "Still in the car," said Becky sadly.

   "For me, I believe," said Melanie, snatching the suspender belt from
Sarah's hand.

   "I have phoned for the fire brigade," Melanie announced condescendingly
as she put the suspender belt into her hand bag, after deciding that she
would change at her destination.  "My taxi is here at last so I will be on
my way, and you will be hearing from my insurance company and solicitors in
due course.  I will leave you one of my business cards."

   "Could...  Could...  I please use your phone to ring my firm and explain
what has happened," Jenny pleaded.  And how am I going to explain all this?
Thought Jenny.

   Melanie thrust her middle finger inches from Jenny's face.

   "Spin on this!" she hissed.

   "We'll take that as a no, shall we," Becky retorted sarcastically.

   "First day out," said Jenny dejectedly, "and I've wrecked the firm's
car, my uniform has been incinerated leaving me half-naked and I'm stranded
with two passengers."

   "There must be a phone somewhere nearby," said Sarah optimistically,
"and we can get you a skirt and some shoes from..."

   "Oh!  Shit!" Shouted Becky, "our luggage is still in the trunk!"

   Jenny looked even more dejected as she looked at the now totally ablaze
limousine.

   Becky and Sarah waited on the other side of the road as Jenny slowly
crossed over, handicapped by having to pick her route to avoid the sharpest
stones, while holding her blouse down taut to cover her bottom and crotch.
They all decided not to even try to find a phone in the public house, much
to Jenny's relief.  They instead made their way down the road to a public
phone some 400 yards away.

   "I'm really sorry about all this," said Jenny as she swerved to avoid
another pile of dog's mess on the pavement.

   "Well missed," observed Sarah, "it's bad enough to tread in with shoes
on, but to have it squidge up between your toes, that must be really
yukky!"

   Jenny shuddered at the thought before saying, "as I said, I'm really
sorry about what's happened."

   "Could have been worse," said Sarah brightly, "at least our essentials
like passport, tickets and such are in the trusty old bum bag."

   When they reached the phone box Jenny went in on her own and had to make
a reverse charge call to explain all that had happened.

   "She's even more like our Jenny than I first thought," whispered Sarah.

   "Not really," said Becky, "She hasn't lost ALL her clothes."

   "Not yet anyway!" said Sarah bursting into a giggling fit.

   Jenny emerged from the phone looking even more despondent than when she
went in.

   "How did it go?" asked Sarah with genuine concern.

   "Mr Hodge who is in charge almost exploded, and wants to see me in his
office as soon as I get back.  More importantly for you two they are
sending another car to pick you up immediately from here."

   "And how are you getting back?" inquired Sarah.

   "Mr Hodge is going to get Biker Jake the apprentice mechanic to pick me
up at the crash," said Jenny trying to be as cheerful as possible.  "Funny
thing is I didn't even know he could drive he always comes to work on a
tatty old motor bike."

   Jenny slowly walked back towards the crashed cars, where the firemen
were now bringing the fire under control.  She paused to look back towards
Becky and Sarah and without thinking raised her arm to give them a goodbye
wave.  The ensuing rise of her blouse which exposed her shapely naked
bottom prompted a loud cheer from outside the Green Man.  Jenny hastily
terminated her wave and rapidly pulled her blouse back down to a
respectable length.

   "Damn!" said Jenny as she become flustered by the sudden attention and
trod in one of the piles of dog's mess, that she had so carefully avoided
on the walk to the phone box.

   Sarah was right, she thought, as she sadly looked at the brown ooze that
had squeezed between her toes.  It does feel yukky!  Furtively she hastily
wiped as much as possible off onto the grass verge.  In a parody of Gene
Kelly in I'm Singing in the Rain she walked a few yards along the kerb,
with one foot splashing into the gutter that was now running with some of
the many gallons of water the firemen had sprayed to extinguish the fire in
her limousine.

   Jenny carefully crossed the road and glanced sadly at her wrecked car,
before being approached by the police who took her details with the ominous
promise to contact her again for a further interview.  She stayed very much
in the background at the crash site, not wishing to draw attention to
herself in her abbreviated clothing.

   Suddenly, everyone's attention was drawn to the dramatic squeal to a
halt of the blue Kawasaki motor cycle with it's spare crash helmet strapped
to the rear carrier.  Biker Jake scanned the scene and spotted Jenny
immediately.  She in turn watched him with concern as she realised that she
was expected to travel back to work by motorcycle.  Jake flicked the stand
out on the motorcycle, ensured it wasn't going to fall over and made his
way towards Jenny.  Jake, who was a keen member of the unofficial Jenny fan
club back at work, and, unknown to her, one of the vigorous supporters in
the, "is Jenny a natural blonde," tea break discussions.

   At this moment Jake found her vulnerability devastatingly appealing as
he watched her nervously pull her blouse tightly down to conceal her
crotch. Her usually hidden long slim legs that finished at her damp bare
feet added to her defencelessness.

   Horny, very horny, decided Jake to himself.

   "Using the rear view mirror to do our make-up, instead of looking where
we were going," he remarked lightly, flicking his thumb towards the wrecks.

   Jenny shook her head, "I just didn't stop quickly enough," she said
seriously.

   "One of those things," he said philosophically, "shit happens."

   "I suppose it does," she acknowledged glumly, "especially to me."

   Jake's gaze meandered slowly up and down Jenny as if he was looking for
something elusive.  Jenny, to avoid eye contact, bowed her head slightly
and studied her toes, which she wriggled nervously in a gap in the
kerbstone.

   "Not that I'm complaining," he said finally, "but you seem to be wearing
a hell of a lot less than when you drove out of the garage this morning?"

   Jenny lifted her head, relieved he had stopped his intense study of her.

   "The rest were still in the car and were destroyed in the fire, except
for my stockings and suspender belt, those I gave those to the owner of the
other car." Jenny said dejectedly.

   "Why?" said Jake as he gave Jenny a bewildered look.

   "Why what?"

   "Why did you give your stockings and suspender belt to the other car
driver?"

   "Because she wanted to wear them, she said it was my fault her tights
got snagged.  And I suppose it was in a way.  As for the rest of my
uniform, I had to remove my shoes to get my stockings off," Jenny wrinkled
her forehead as she recalled the exact sequence of events.  "I then gave my
jacket to Becky to look after."

   "Becky?" Queried Jake.

   "One of the passengers.  Next I loosened my skirt to get my suspender
belt off, but then there was a woof of flame and I panicked and my skirt
and...  and..." Don't tell him about the knickers Jenny, she suddenly
thought to herself, or he'll watch you like a hawk when you get on the
motorbike.

   "Got caught on the gear lever!" she blurted finally.

   Jake secured Jenny into his spare crash helmet and swung his leg over
his motorcycle, and leant slightly backward and adjusted both of his
mirrors.  He settled himself in his seat in anticipation of viewing Jenny's
knickers when she got on.  Jenny gingerly put her bare foot onto the oily
rear foot rest and with a nervous swallow she quickly got on to the
motorcycle.  Her blouse rose up almost to her waist as she used both hands
on Jake's shoulders to steady herself.  Jenny let out a small gasp as for
the second time today the cheeks of her bare bottom made contact with a
cold seat.  She wriggled about on the seat as she tried to pull her blouse
down as far as possible, Jake hardly noticed the movement as he replayed
Jenny's crotch flashing climb onto his bike.

   "Those pubes looked natural blonde to me," Jake said softly to himself.

   The lads will never believe I've seen the proof with my own eyes, he
thought as he thumbed the starter button.

   "Hold on tight!" Jake shouted as he kicked the bike into gear and
executed a sudden U turn to head back to the garage.

   "Yikes!" Screamed Jenny as she let go of her blouse and grabbed Jake
tightly around the waist to stop herself falling off the rear of the bike.

   In seconds they were going so fast that the rushing air seemed to Jenny
to be trying to tear her blouse completely off.

   "Piss off!" Biker Jake shouted back as another car sounded it's horn
madly as he pulled over after overtaking it.  "I was nowhere near you, you
soppy bastard!"

   Jake just couldn't understand it, but Jenny could, only too well, as
another driver thumped his car's horn button in appreciation as he stared
in amazement at the bare arsed girl travelling on the pillion of a
motorcycle.

   Back at the garage Jenny scampered straight to Mr Hodge's office as Jake
had told her to do.  She timidly knocked on the door hoping he wouldn't be
there so as she could quickly go home and get some more clothes.  It was
bad enough she thought to explain about the car crash but to have too also
explain what had happened to her uniform while standing there without it as
if to say this is how little you end up wearing if you lose as much of it
as I have done.

   "Enter," said the muffled voice of Mr Hodge from behind the door.

   "Damn," said Jenny to herself, as she finger combed her hair before
reaching for the handle.

   As Jenny entered, Mr Hodge was leaning back in his chair with his hands
clasped together across his chest.

   "I'm so, so, sorry about the car accident, and losing my uniform," said
Jenny disarmingly as she stood directly in front of him, hands clasped over
her crotch, eyes tilted downwards, like a naughty school girl summoned to
the head master's study.

   Mr Hodge listened to Jenny's tale of woe with no compassion whatsoever.

   "The simplest decision is to fire you immediately, but I doubt if you
have the money to repay the company the money you owe for your training,
and your lost uniform."

   "No I haven't," agreed Jenny.

   "So I have decided to keep you employed, but certainly not as driver for
awhile."

   "What will I be doing?" asked Jenny cautiously.

   "For the rest of the day you can help out in the garage, sweeping up,
fetching parts from the stores, and so on."

   "May I please go home and get changed first?"

   "No you may not, I've a spare store man jacket here, now put it on and
go and see Stan, who will find something for you to do."

   Jenny put on jacket and looked in dismay as it was only about 3 inches
longer than her blouse.  It did give her the use of her hands but she knew
she would still have to be very careful when bending and stretching.

   "That fit's very nicely," said Mr Hodge and dismissed her with a wave of
his hand.

   Jenny wanted to mention that she would be working bare footed but as Mr
Hodge had now picked up his phone and mouthed goodbye to her, she
reluctantly left the office.

   Stan looked in amazement as Jenny told him of Mr Hodge's orders for her
to help in the garage.

   "We'll go up to the stores, to put some stock away, and we'll see how we
go from there," said Stan, rubbing his hands together.

   "Okay," said Jenny brightly.

   Jenny followed behind Stan as he walked quickly across the work shop to
the stores area, Jenny tried to listen to what he was saying as she dodged
the occasional puddle of oil on the floor.

   "After you," suggested Jenny as she looked at the 10 tread rough wood
open stair case up to the stores.

   "Ladies first," insisted Stan.

   Jenny trotted quickly up the stairs, the lower cheeks of her neat bottom
wriggling out from beneath her overall.  Inside the store with it's racks
and shelving stretching into the gloom, Stan issued his instructions.

   "You see that stuff there," he indicated with a sweep of his hand to
indicate the lower rack with it's various boxes and containers.

   Jenny nodded her head.

   "And you see all the stuff up there," Stan said pointing to the upper
racks.

   Jenny nodded her head again, slower this time, hoping the task wasn't
going to get too complicated.

   "All that stuff up there needs to be down there."

   "But what about all the stuff that's already filling the shelves down
there?" asked Jenny.

   "Ah!" said Stan, "this is the clever bit of my inventory reorganisation.
The stuff down there, goes up there."

   "I hadn't thought of that," said Jenny as she looked down at the
shortness of her clothing and the amount of crouching down, and stretching
up she would need to do.

   "Can I trust you to do that?" asked Stan.

   "I think so," replied Jenny as she furtively pulled her clothing down
ready to begin.

   "I've going over the pub with the rest of the workshop staff for an hour
or so," said Stan, "so you will be working on your own."

   Jenny breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Stuff up there, down there and vice versa." He emphasised as he turned
and walked away.

   When Stan had gone Jenny started to drag the dusty old boxes out from
the lower shelf.  If I work hard, Jenny thought, I can have this finished
by the time Stan gets back.  Within a few minutes of Stan leaving, Jenny
went to the top of the stairs and looked down onto the deserted workshop to
confirm with her own eyes what Stan had already told her.  Jenny was aware
that every time she crouched down her clothes rucked up, leaving her bottom
and slit completely exposed.  Now completely satisfied she was alone, the
next time she stood up she resisted the urge to adjust her clothing, which
meant she would work quicker and be finished sooner.

   I'm the only person here, I checked for my self, she assured herself, no
one can see me working semi-naked.

   Jenny conclusion was almost correct, the workshop staff were indeed over
the pub, but Stan was in another aisle, peeping at Jenny between some oil
filters, and slowly undoing his trousers.  He fished his penis out through
the front of his Y fronts and gently massaged it erect as he concentrated
on Jenny's pert bare bottom.

   The correct way to lift is with your legs together and bend at the
knees, he thought, as Jenny bent over incorrectly with her legs wide apart,
giving him a clear view of her pink slit.  Fuck the correct way to lift, he
thought, as he licked his dry lips, his eyes fixed on the view of Jenny's
soft and inviting hole, he imagined his stiff prick sliding deep into her
slippery wet tunnel.  As Jenny moved further down her aisle he had to
follow quickly, to keep her in sight.  Jenny paused to wipe a few beads of
perspiration from her forehead, smudging some dirt onto her nose in the
process.  She pulled herself fully upright and reached behind to massage
her aching back.

   A couple of quick back exercises, and then back to work, Jenny said to
herself.

   Jenny turned and was almost facing Stan who was continuing his slow
strokes of masturbation.  For a moment Stan thought she must see him, but
Jenny's eyes were tightly closed as she spread her arms to grip the racking
behind her.  Jenny then lowered herself, using the racking as improvised
gym wall bars, her legs opening wide as she sank down until her bottom was
almost on the concrete floor.  Stan watched, hardly daring to breath as
Jenny repeated the exercise.  He could feel he was very close to climaxing
as Jenny sunk down again, her slit below her neat blonde pubic hair opened
into a hole as she got close to the ground.  Stan was pumping his excited
cock as fast as he could as he felt his cum starting to surge up his shaft.

   "Told you she was a natural blonde," whispered Biker Jake into Stan's
ear as he tapped him on the shoulder, "and that means you've lost our bet."

   "What the fuck!?  Where the fuck!?  Jesus Biker!  What a cuntish thing
to do!" Hollered Stan as his hand flew to the zip of his trousers, any
previous worries of concealment had disappeared as fast as his collapsing
erection.

   "OWWWW!" screamed Stan as his foreskin became trapped in the tenacious
grip of his zip's teeth.

   "Thought we'd have a nice little 5 knuckle shuffle, while watching
Jenny, did we," laughed Biker unsympathetically.

   Jenny, initially petrified by the sudden commotion, now ran down her
aisle to get out of the stores as fast as possible.  Her run was impeded by
the various boxes she herself had dragged into the aisle.  One particularly
large box tripped her up, causing her to fall into the racking, which
dislodged a paint tin from the top shelf.  The tin burst open as it hit the
floor and sent a wave of paint across the floor towards Jenny who was
laying, head up her breasts about to act as a dam to the paint's flow.

   "Paint!  Yellow paint!" she cursed as she stood up with her overall and
blouse concertinaed up to her waist.

   What a mess, she thought, as she looked at her paint soaked clothes that
dripped a curtain of yellow across the front of her thighs and crotch,
before branching into rivulets that trickled down her legs.

   Jenny completed her run through the aisle and down the steps, yellow
footprints plotting her route towards the ladies washroom.  Jenny shut
herself into one of the cubicles, her heart beating at double it's normal
rate.  After a few minutes she calmed down and decided to get in her own
car and drive home, not caring that Mr Hodge would more than likely fire
her.  Not wishing to plaster the inside of her car with yellow paint she
decided she would wash her clothes in the sink, travelling home in them wet
if necessary.  Jenny took all her clothes off in the cubicle and after
listening for any one else in the wash room, opened the cubicle door and
went to the sinks.  She filled one sink and put her overall in,.  she then
filled another sink and submerged her blouse and bra , her bow tie she left
in the cubicle on the floor.  Jenny was rinsing her blouse for the third
time when she heard a noise and saw the washroom door starting to swing
towards her.

   "Damn!" she said to her self as she abandoned her clothes and locked
herself into the cubicle.

   "Are you going to be long in there?" Jenny heard a female voice ask.

   "Not, not long," croaked Jenny with surprise.

   Jenny sat on the seat and was wiping the yellow paint off of her
breasts, stomach and crotch, while the mysterious female, as far as Jenny's
hearing could tell, went from cubicle to cubicle.  The mystery woman also
seemed to use more than one sink to wash her hands, this also puzzled
Jenny.

   "Going to be much longer?" the mystery voice asked again.

   "I'm not really sure," said Jenny incredulously.

   "Only, I'd like to get in that cubicle now, if at all possible."

   "I could still be quite a while yet," said Jenny, amazed at the mystery
woman's persistence.

   "You should try for a diet with more roughage," the voice suggested.

   "Perhaps I should," agreed Jenny, as she wondered why her dietary
requirements were being discussed with someone the other side of a locked
toilet cubicle door.

   "Probably best if I stop back later," the voice declared.

   She listened for the other person to leave, when she was sure they had,
she used the last of the toilet paper too wipe her yellow feet, before
cautiously exiting the cubicle.

   "Oh!  No!" Jenny cried as she looked into the now completely empty
sinks. While Jenny continued to stare hoping her clothes would suddenly
reappear, Jane, the part-time cleaner was depositing the black rubbish sack
containing Jenny's clothes into the bins outside.

   I have at least still got my bow tie, thought Jenny as she picked it up
off the floor, and as if to totally rid herself of Lux Limos, she dropped
the bow tie into the water and pressed the flush.  Jenny sometimes you can
be really stupid, she thought, all I have to do, is go to the cloak room
and get my knee length coat that I wore to work this morning.  Pity I
didn't think of it when I still had some of my clothes to wear for the
journey, she sighed to herself.

   Jenny peeped out of the door and could see the cloak room down near
reception, she decided not to run but instead she opted to stealthily crawl
across the floor.  She promised herself that regardless of the puddles of
oil she would go the most direct route.  The concrete floor was harsh and
chaffing against her knees and toes, her initial on all fours crawl was
abandoned at the first sound as she, fearful of being spotted fell totally
flat to the ground .  When she resumed progress she crawled so low that her
breasts became covered in oily black streaks, her pubic hair turned grey as
the concrete dust stuck to the remains of the sticky yellow paint.

   Suddenly the reception door started to open to let Mr Hodges and one of
the other female drivers through.  Jenny pushed the button to open the boot
of the nearest car and rolled inside.  Jenny heard the muffled voice of Mr
Hodge say sternly, "take this car and you must provide them with the best
service you can."

   Jenny almost felt like crying as she felt the car she was hiding in
start up, and with a small jolt, pull away.  She quickly considered the
likely scenario, she could be lucky and the pick up might not have any
luggage, in which case she would be no better, or worse off than she was
now.  She found the considering of the other possibility so depressing that
she decided instead to concentrate on preventing herself being hurt as a
hard application of the brakes rolled her forward in the boot, causing her
oily breasts to end up squashed against the bulk head to the passenger
compartment.

   Eventually the car halted and the engine was turned off, Jenny, thought
she would risk trying to look out, and then realised she couldn't open the
boot from inside.  The sounds outside didn't sound right for the garage so
she lay back and prayed the boot wouldn't open with the car in a crowded
street.  Jenny felt the catch release and prepared for the worst.  An
unseen person with a familiar voice said as the boot started to be opened,

   "and then the plane was cancelled anyway."

   "So we bought loads of new clothes and decided we'd stay another few
days."

   As the lid sprung up to its maximum, Jenny gasped with surprise,
"Becky!! Sarah!!"

   "Now that's exactly like our Jenny!" shouted Becky and Sarah in unison
as they stared down at the completely naked stowaway.







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   Jenny At The Fated Fete (a young English Jenny story) by JailBait



   Jenny was sitting on the sill of the bay fronted drawing room window as
the gleaming black Rover P5 glided to a halt outside.  She watched as the
dapper Colonel Mustard (retired) who was immaculately dressed in his
customary tweed suit got out of his car.  He paused to brush a finger along
his grey pencil moustache, carefully straightened his cravat before
prodding the garden gate open with his swagger stick.

   Please don't let him have seen me, thought Jenny, as she slide down from
the sill and rushed upstairs to find her younger sister Paula.  Paula,
still wearing the short blue pleated skirt, white blouse and striped tie of
her school uniform was lying on the bed in her room with her school books
scattered around her.  The chewed pencil that she pulled from mouth as
Jenny burst in signified how tricky this homework was proving to be.

   "Colonel Mustard is coming here!" Announced Jenny loudly as she glanced
around the room at the similar pictures of this week's male pop sensation
that adorned the walls.

   "So what?" Queried the fifteen year old Paula, without even looking up.

   "You don't understand.  He's here.  Now!  "

   "I didn't hear him knock," said Paula her concentration still mainly
directed at her school work.

   "He will do soon because I saw him drive up and open the gate."

   "Just tell him Mum is out and to call back later.  It will only be
something she promised to do for the village fete on Saturday."

   Both girls heard the loud rapping as Colonel Mustard used his swagger
stick to indicate his presence outside.

   "Please answer it," begged Jenny.

   "What are you so worried about?" asked Paula lifting her head up and
pushing her shoulder length fair hair away from eyes.  "I'm sure he is only
here about the fete.  He's not the village squire come to gather up the
virgin maidens for a good ravishing.  That went out of fashion about 200
years ago."

   "I just don't want him to see me.  Even if it is only about the village
fete."

   Paula burst out laughing, "Could this because at last years fete my big
sister snapped her knicker elastic whilst bowling for a pig."

   Jenny grimaced as she remembered only too well the humiliation as her
panties had descended to her ankles as she bent forward to bowl the wooden
ball towards the hoops.

   "The descent of your knickers were topic numero uno in the village for
quite a few weeks if I remember correctly," giggled Paula as she sat up on
the bed and burrowed her bare toes into the thick carpet.

   "Of course I remember," shuddered Jenny.  "And IF I go this year I'm
wearing jeans."

   The two girls heard the door being rapped even louder.

   "But that's not the reason," Jenny pleaded.  "Honestly it isn't."

   "Tell me the real reason," said Paula grinning broadly as she sensed an
undiscovered story of woe.  "Or I'm not going."

   Jenny clenched her fists tightly as in the distance the front door was
rapped again.  Paula pretending not to care either way started to scribble
a few words on a fresh sheet in her note book.

   "Okay!  Okay!" Said Jenny her voice having risen with frustration. 
"Yesterday when I went into town my dress got caught in the mechanical
doors as I got off the bus and Colonel Mustard saw me soon afterwards and
it was extremely embarrassing."

   "And you don't want to see him because of that?  C'mon Jen there must be
more to it than that." Insisted Paula.

   Colonel Mustard rapped the door again even harder, Jenny looked at Paula
who showed no sign of moving.

   "If you must know, the bus pulled away with my dress still trapped in
the door."

   "And?!"

   "I thought that dress was pretty flimsy when you helped me choose it.  I
said so at the time.  Do you remem......"

   "Yes!  I remember!" Paula interrupted in her eagerness for Jenny to get
to the point.

   "Well, I must have been right about it being flimsy as it tore so
easily. And I said when you chose it that the straps looked very fragile
being as they were so thin.

   "You make it sound as if the dress was ripped completely off ," remarked
Paula casually.

   "It was," Jenny said through clenched teeth.

   "So the Colonel saw you in the town, dressed in just your underwear."
Grinned Paula.

   "Only after I chased after the bus which still had my dress flapping
from the doors.  I collided into him," sighed Jenny with a slow shake of
her head.

   "Crikey!  You actually knocked him to the ground?"

   "It was worse than that." Said Jenny her cheeks turning red.  "Much,
much worse."

   Jenny took a deep breath before garbling out the final humiliation.

   "The force of the collision released the front clasp on my bra, it was
the strapless one that you picked to go with the dress.  I finished up on
top of him with my bare breasts squashed into his face."

   "Wow!" Beamed Paula bouncing on the bed and causing the springs to creak
alarmingly.  "It's a wonder the old boy didn't have a heart attack after
suffering a two pronged attack like that."

   "Luckily the bus driver saw what was happening in his mirrors, and
stopped.  Which meant I could at least get my dress back, and he helped
Colonel Mustard back onto his feet while I picked my bra up off the
pavement."

   "I wish I'd have been there," said Paula disappointedly.

   "The door...............Please," pleaded Jenny.

   Colonel Mustard rapped on the door for what would have been the final
time, but this time the door partly opened to reveal a beaming Paula
peering around the edge of the door.

   "Good morning Colonel Mustard," Paula said politely.

   "And a very good morning to you young Paula," acknowledged Colonel
Mustard with a tap of his swagger stick to the brim of his hat. 
"Delightful as it is to see you, it is Jenny I came to see.  Is she
currently in residence?"

   "You want to specifically see Jenny, I thought you had come to see mum
about something to do with the fete," said Paula.

   "I have come about operation fete, bit of a crisis at that, don't you
know.  One of the uniformed troops has pulled a sickie and left us a bit
short at Ye Olde Ducking Stool.  Wondered if poss.  Jenny could jump into
the breech so to speak, be ever so grateful."

   "Do you mean you want Jenny to be in the ducking stool at the village
fete," said Paula excitedly.

   Paula gleefully imagined poor Jenny, strapped in the ducking stool
descending into the water every time the target was hit by the players.

   "She wouldn't do it willingly," said Paula brightly.  "But I may be able
to persuade her, or force her, or something."

   "Wrong end of the stick young Paula," said the colonel.  "It's young
Sarah the other Girl Guide who volunteered to be the ball gatherer who will
be absent.  Maggie from the Cat and Fiddle will be the maiden in the stool
as usual."

   "Not again!  She's been the maiden for years and years.  Jenny is much
younger and prettier and would look brilliant in her swimsuit as she
plunged into the water."

   "Not my personal decision I'm afraid, young Paula.  The committee has
already agreed on Maggie.  But I will confess," admitted Colonel Mustard,
"that fiscally the attraction has declined commensurate with Maggie's
advancing years."

   Paula looked puzzled.

   "Too old to pull many punters," translated Colonel Mustard helpfully. 
"Maybe next year we can consider Jenny."

   Pity it couldn't be Jenny in the stool this year thought Paula sighing
to herself before asking Colonel Mustard to step inside while she went to
get Jenny.  Still thought Paula as she climbed the stairs, if Jenny has any
clothing detachments this year at least I will be close at hand to relish
her embarrassment.

   "Jenny!  Jenny!  It's you he wants to see," shouted Paula, entering her
now deserted bedroom.

   "I can't, tell him I'm busy," sounded Jenny's voice from the bathroom
across the hall.

   "Perhaps he would like a cup of tea while we wait for you to finish
whatever you are doing."

   "Please Paula find out what he wants so as I don't have to see him,"
said Jenny opening the door a merest crack.

   Paula continued her conversation with the one blue eye that peeked from
the slit of the barely opened door.

   "I already know.  It's to do with being a girl short at the Guides and
Scouts ducking stool at the fete."

   "No way am I spending an afternoon dressed in a swimsuit being dunked in
to freezing water," remonstrated Jenny.

   "Wrong!  All he wants you to do is to replace one of the guides who has
been taken ill."

   Jenny thought for a moment and then distrustfully said.  "You are
telling the truth aren't you."

   "Guides honour that is all he wants you to do.  Come down stairs and ask
him yourself if you don't believe me?"

   "So what WILL I have to do?" asked Jenny uneasily.

   "Probably all you will have to do is gather up the loose balls that end
up scattered around the target."

   "And that's all?"

   "Yes that's all!  Even you should be able to manage that," said Paula
sarcastically.

   Jenny thought for a moment before reluctantly saying, "yes I suppose I
could if some one showed me what to do.  But suppose my jeans split as I
bent down, or the zip suddenly broke, or my jumper and bra disintegrated."

   "Bloody hell Jenny it's not very likely that all that would happen.  I'm
telling him you'll do it."

   "Sorry Colonel Mustard, Jenny is otherwise engaged at the moment."

   "Shame.  Would have liked to have solved the young Sarah problem today."

   "I hope I haven't over stepped my rank." Paula said slightly mockingly.
"Only I told Jenny what the problem was and she said she would be delighted
to help."

   "Well done young Paula.  Excellent!  Excellent!"

   "Glad to help."

   "I shall look forward to seeing her there in her Girl Guide uniform, she
always looked most agreeable in it if I recall."

   "Jenny in a Girl Guide uniform!?" Exclaimed Penny.

   "Definitely.  That stall is always run by the Boy Scouts and Girl
Guides, being as they are the organisations within the village who benefit
directly from the proceeds.  Jenny must be in uniform, that's essential
young Paula, absolutely essential."

   "I quite agree, it's essential." Said Paula as she rubbed her hands with
glee.  "I'm sure her old uniform is around somewhere.  Hope she hasn't
grown too much in the years since she last wore it or it will be a bit
tight."

   Bloody tight I should think, thought Colonel Mustard recalling fondly
his encounter with Jenny yesterday.

   "Has he gone?" whispered Jenny as she came out of the bathroom.

   Paula nodded her head.

   "I don't know how to thank you for helping me out like that," said Jenny
gratefully.

   "You aren't going to be able to avoid Colonel Mustard for ever Jen.  You
are bound to see him at the fete.  You've got to be there now, you did
promise."

   "I won't let you down and thanks for covering for me, I just couldn't
face him so soon after, well you know."

   "There is one small thing, you must carry out my orders on Saturday,
even though you are older than me," Paula said pointedly.  "Because I am
senior to the Girl Guide whose place you are taking."

   Jenny stood rigidly to attention and with a broad grin said, "I solemnly
promise to unquestionably obey Paula at all times on the Saturday of the
village fete."

   Friday the day before the village fete was the first day of half-term
for Paula and the first opportunity that Paula had to check in Jenny's
wardrobe unseen for the old Girl Guide uniform.  Paula carefully took the
mid-blue blouse from the hangar and held it up against herself.  Crikey,
she thought with a big smile, I think this would be too small even for me.
Jenny must have developed her ample boobs after she left the Girl Guides.
It will be fun to see her squeezed into this, I bet Stuart and Sean won't
be prepared for that.

   Paula chuckled to herself at her Boy Scout joke before laying the blouse
on the bed.  Good job I checked this uniform thought Paula with an impish
grin, the skirt is far too modest for a girl with legs as nice as Jenny's.
I shall have to hem it up for her, on second thoughts I'd better cut it
shorter and then put in a small hem otherwise Jenny may be tempted to
un-pick the stitches to restore the original length.  And we wouldn't want
that laughed Paula wickedly to herself.

   On Saturday, the day of the fete, Paula was waiting patiently down
stairs for Jenny to get ready.  When Jenny finally entered the drawing room
she was astounded by the frosty look she received from Paula.

   "You've been all that time," said Paula.  "And you're still not ready."

   "I am," said a surprised and bewildered Jenny.

   "No you're not," countered Paula.  "Your clothes are all wrong.  You
can't go in jeans and a high necked jumper."

   "Why?......Why?........Not," stammered Jenny as she looked blankly at
Paula.

   "Because you promised me and Colonel Mustard you would wear your Girl
Guide uniform."

   "When?  When did I promise that?" Jenny mumbled and wrinkled her
forehead.

   "When Colonel Mustard came round he was looking to replace an ill Girl
Guide."

   "Yes.  I remember, it was Sarah who is ill."

   "So you will have to dress correctly in a full Girl Guide's uniform."

   "But I can't, I haven't seen my old uniform for years," protested Jenny.
"It has probably been thrown away."

   "Try the left hand side of your wardrobe at the back," said Paula with a
smirk.  "Now hurry up Jenny we have to leave in ten minutes."

   Jenny rushed up stairs, her hands grabbing at the jumper behind her
neck.

   "What the ....!" She cried aloud as the woollen material snagged the
hooks on her bra causing both items to come off simultaneously.

   That damn bra is jinxed thought Jenny as she pushed open her bedroom
door and kicked off her trainers as she entered.  Dropping the bra jumper
combination on the floor she quickly shimmied out of her jeans.  Dressed in
just her briefest panties Jenny squatted on the floor and tugged her bra
free of her jumper.

   She would dearly have liked to change into a safer bra along with more
substantial panties.  I know Paula was being helpful thought Jenny, but did
she have to put ALL the rest of my underwear in the sink downstairs for a
pre-wash soak.  Please don't let me down Jenny told her bra as she secured
the hooks and eyes as carefully as possible.

   "What's the hold up!!" Paula called from the bottom of the stairs.  "Get
a move on!  We have to leave in less than five minutes!"

   Jenny grabbed all the clothes hanging in front of her uniform and threw
them onto the bed in an untidy heap.  Holding the Girl Guide uniform on its
hangar Jenny was dubious as to whether she would even get the blouse on. 
She slid her arms into the blouse and pulled the front together.  With the
buttons just about fastened Jenny looked in the mirror.  Seeing how taunt
the blouse was stretched across her ample breasts Jenny put one hand over
her eyes in disbelief.  When she uncovered her eyes nothing had changed. 
Her prominent nipples still peaked the material outwards, the blouse still
gapped between the buttons.

   "Uniform fit okay?!" shouted Paula in encouragement from downstairs.

   "I've only tried the blouse so far!" Replied Jenny equally loudly.

   Jenny stepped into the skirt and wiggled it slowly up her legs to her
waist.  The button at the top of the skirt fastened easily as did the zip,
much to Jenny's relief.  My boobs must have grown far more than my waist in
the last few years Jenny told herself.  She than audibly gasped with
astonishment when she saw how short the skirt was.  I'm sure it was never
this short, it couldn't have been.  I just can't go out dressed like this,
I just can't.

   "Two minutes!" Paula shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

   "I don't think I can go out like this," cried Jenny.  "The blouse looks
like it will burst open at any second and the skirt must have shrunk while
it has been hanging in the wardrobe, it is so short it barely covers my
bottom."

   "Less than two minutes!" Paula retorted unsympathetically.

   Jenny slipped on a pair of modest heeled black shoes and rushed
downstairs.

   "I can't go dressed like this," Jenny whined as she stood at the bottom
of the stairs and pulled down at the hem of the skirt with the vain hope
that it would stretch.

   Paula looked Jenny up and down, barely able to contain her laughter at
Jenny's appearance.

   "You're quite right," said Paula seriously.  "Colonel Mustard wouldn't
approve of you dressed like that."

   "I knew you wouldn't hold me to my promise," said a very relieved Jenny
as she started to unbutton the blouse with the intention of changing into
her original outfit.

   "The skirt and blouse are fine," said Paula.  " But you forgot to put on
a pair of white socks."

   "But...But.....But." Stammered Jenny, her joy deflating rapidly.

   "Time is getting on." said Paula pointing towards the clock in the
hallway.

   Jenny slowly climbed back up stairs, rebuttoning her blouse as she went.
With an air of resignation she searched through her drawers for a pair of
white socks, the only white pair she could find were ankle length with a
large frill around the top.

   "One minute," Paula shouted, "and don't forget the hat and scarf."

   At the Duck the Maiden stall Sean, the younger of the two Boy Scouts by
one year at thirteen, was testing his throwing accuracy at the target,
prior to the fete's opening.  With his seventh throw the wooden ball
thumped into the bulls eye and he had the satisfaction of seeing the large
red lamp above the target come on.

   "DUCK THE MAIDEN!!" Shouted the Stuart as he released the catch to drop
the currently empty chair into the water.  "That's all working fine," he
commented as he cranked the chair back to its start position.

   "Fucking hell," muttered Sean to himself as he saw Jenny coming straight
towards him.

   "Hello," said Jenny weakly as she got within a few feet of Sean, "Paula
will be here as soon as she has collected the cash box from Colonel
Mustard."

   "Uh...Huh." Mumbled Sean, his eyes transfixed onto Jenny's stretched
blouse front.

   "I'm here to help with the balls," Jenny continued by way of
explanation.

   "Uh...Huh." Sean mumbled again, his eyes having dropped to the hem of
Jenny's skirt.

   "Can you show me what to do?" asked Jenny, her cheeks reddening with
embarrassment.

   "Uh...Huh," repeated Sean.

   Stuart roughly barged Sean aside and confidently said, "hi Jenny, Paula
said you were going to help us with our balls."

   Stuart nudged Sean hard in the ribs to get his attention before saying
to Jenny, "I bet your hands are good with balls."

   Another jab was delivered to Sean's ribs, "don't you reckon Sean.  Those
hands of hers look like they will be very good at gripping balls."

   Stuart burst into laughter at what he considered to be an extremely
witty remark.

   "Do you really think so?" Said Jenny brightly.

   "Why don't you have a quick practice now?" said Stuart, nudging Sean
again.

   "Don't you think we should wait for Paula?" Jenny asked as her eyes
looked around the field.

   "Me and Sean will watch to make sure you do it right.  Won't we Sean?"
Said Stuart.

   "You bet," croaked Sean as he stepped sideways to avoid Stuart's next
elbow thrust.

   Jenny slowly walked towards the scattered wooden balls and started to
bend to pick them up.  The two boy's eyes opened wide as the crotch of
Jenny's brief white knickers began to appear from beneath the hem of her
skirt.  Jenny snapped back into the upright position with her back still
facing the two Boy Scouts.  Jenny tried again, but this time she put one
hand awkwardly between her legs to hold the rear of her skirt.  With one
ball retrieved in her other hand she walked back towards the boys and
dropped the ball into the crate.





   "Well done," said Stuart and gave a small round of applause.  "But you
may need to be a bit faster than one at a time when we get busy.  Try
picking one up in each hand."

   "The problem is this skirt," whispered Jenny, "it's so short that it
shows things it shouldn't when I bend down."

   "No one will notice anyway, they will be too busy looking at the ducked
maiden." Stuart said as convincingly as possible.  "Try it, and I bet me
and Sean won't even notice."

   "Won't even notice," Sean croaked shaking his head briskly.

   "If you're both sure."

   Jenny walked back towards the loose balls and quickly bent down and gave
Sean and Stuart a fleeting look at her pantied bottom.

   "Well?  Did you notice?" Jenny shouted back towards Sean and Stuart who
both had their hands in their pockets to massage their stirring erections.

   "Not a thing," said Stuart.

   "Not a thing," echoed Sean.

   "Try the bend again," said Stuart, "only this time you could go a bit
slower because it won't make any difference.  We still won't notice."

   "If you're sure," Jenny said dubiously.

   "Trust me," assured Stuart, "I'm a Boy Scout.  We aren't allowed to lie,
it's in the rules."

   Sean and Stuart both had their attention focused on Jenny performing her
slower bend when Paula arrived.

   "Why isn't the sign up?" Demanded Paula.

   "Just about to do it," the boys said almost in unison.

   "And get your hands out of your pockets."

   The boys sheepishly let go of their erections and pulled their hands
quickly from their pockets.  Sean and Stuart heaved the sign that said-DUCK
THE MAIDEN- 3 BALLS FOR 50p.  into place.  Paula went over to speak to
Jenny while Stuart and Sean hammered in the sign's fixing posts.

   "Jenny, when I saw Colonel Mustard earlier he gave me some unfortunate
news."

   "What was that?"

   "Maggie has flu or pneumonia or something and can't be our maiden."

   "Oh dear, we can't have a duck the maiden stall without a maiden.  Can
we?"

   "No we can't, Jenny, so I was wondering if you could volunteer to be the
maiden."

   "But I can't," exclaimed Jenny, her heart skipping a beat.  "You said I
wouldn't have to do that, just pick up the balls you said."

   Paula shrugged her shoulders.

   "Unforeseen circumstances, and you did promise to do anything."

   "I know..........But.......I......"

   "Surely a promise to your own sister must mean something," said Paula
placing a condescending hand onto Jenny's shoulder.

   "I know I did promise, but the thought of being up there with everyone
watching.  I just can't do it."

   "Pity," sighed Paula, "we were all so looking forward to using the new
sports equipment we were going to buy with this afternoon's takings.  I was
so looking forward to playing tennis with a new racquet that had more
strings so as the ball didn't keep going through."

   I did promise, thought Jenny as she wrestled with conscience, and it is
for a good cause.

   "I'll do it!" Jenny suddenly blurted out.

   "Thanks Jenny, that's the spirit.  The fete is open now so if you take
your blouse and skirt off I'll get Sean and Stuart to strap you into the
chair."

   "WHAT!"

   "The maiden to be ducked always wears just a swimsuit but being as you
didn't bring one, it will have to be your bra and knickers."

   "Can't I wear my uniform?" Pleaded Jenny." Please!"

   Paula nodded her head gravely, "sorry but you can't, it will demean the
whole Girl Guide movement and all it stands for." M Resigning herself to an
afternoon of abject humiliation Jenny slowly wandered over to the flimsy
structure that served as an entrance and cash desk.  Positioning herself
for maximum concealment Jenny, her eyes darting around, slowly removed her
hat and scarf.  Her fingers trembled as she unfastened the button and zip
to release her skirt, which dropped slowly onto the grass in a puddle
around her ankles.

   "Where's Jenny gone?" Inquired Stuart as he approached Paula with Sean a
few steps behind.

   "Jenny has volunteered to replace Maggie in the stool." Replied Paula.
"But she's a bit shy so she's behind the cash desk."

   "Doing what?" asked Sean.

   "Taking her clothes off." Paula said casually.

   "ALL OF THEM?!" Shrilled Sean, his voice having risen an octave and his
mind going into over drive.

   "No," said Paula patiently, "not all of them, just her uniform."

   Sean looked slightly disappointed as his fantasy of Jenny emerging
totally naked evaporated.

   "Do you think she needs any help?" Asked Stuart hopefully.

   "She might do," shrugged Paula with a wicked smile.  "Why don't you ask
her?"

   "Paula said you might need some help," gasped Stuart, slightly winded as
he collided with the cash desk in his eagerness to arrive as fast as
possible.

   "WHAT THE...!" Screamed Jenny as she pulled her unbuttoned blouse
together.

   "Some help," repeated Stuart dreamily, his eyes fixed on the slender
band of material between Jenny's legs that clearly outlined every contour
of her sex.

   "No!  I'll be okay on my own," said Jenny taking a step backward.

   "Does she?" panted the late arriving Sean.

   With one hand still holding her blouse closed over her breasts Jenny
used her other hand to cover the crotch of her panties.  Stuart, his stare
now broken by Jenny's splayed hand turned to Sean.

   "Unfortunately she said she doesn't," said Stuart shaking his head with
disappointment.

   "Aren't you undressed yet!" Barked Paula at Jenny.

   "I'm not sure I can go through with this," whimpered Jenny.  "It's
embarrassing enough with just you three.  But up there with a crowd of
people.  It doesn't bear thinking about."

   "But Jenny, you did promise," said Paula looking hurt.  "And any way no
one will hardly notice when you are in the stool and out over the pond."

   "Hardly notice." Agreed Sean and Stuart enthusiastically.

   "Are you sure?" Questioned Jenny slightly loosening the grip on her
blouse.

   "Positive!" Assured Paula.  "Trust us, Scouts and Guides don't lie."

   "Well if you're sure." Said Jenny naively and slowly removed her blouse.

   Sean and Stuart stared open mouthed at the revealing of Jenny's large
breasts covered only by the thin strapless bra.

   "Fucking hell," hissed Sean in awe, as he stared at the gap of Jenny's
cleavage as her boobs bubbled out towards him.

   "Fucking hell," agreed Stuart with his attention focused on the erect
nipples that pointed at him through the thin material.

   Sean and Stuart remained motionless, eyes fixed, as if looking away
would cause Jenny's breasts to disappear forever.

   "PAULA!" Hollered Sean as the spell was broken by Paula pushing him so
hard he collided with Stuart.

   Jenny had gingerly lowered herself down onto the low backed wooden
chair. One arm was folded tightly across her breasts hiding her erect
nipples but the pressure only served to exaggerate her cleavage.  Her other
hand was again clamped tightly between her legs.

   "You have to put one arm there and the other there," said Stuart, as he
indicated the straps that were nailed to the arms of the chair.

   "Could..could...Couldn't you strap my legs first?" stuttered Jenny
hoping to use her arms for cover for as long as possible.  Strangely, this
was the exact reverse of the young Scout's aim.

   "Well we could," said Stuart, "but when we tried it that way around last
year, Maggie fell out with the chair as the top.

   "Wrong body angle for the aerodynamics of the ascent, coupled with the
meniscus and specific gravity of the pond water." Chipped in Sean
helpfully.

   "Goodness!  I never would have guessed it was that complicated," said
Jenny genuinely impressed by their concern for her safety.

   Jenny allowed Stuart to guide one arm into the strapping.  Stuart knelt
down and strapped Jenny's wrist by feel alone as his eyes stared intently
at the crotch of her knickers outlining her slit.  Sean knelt patiently in
readiness to strap the other wrist and gazed in awe at the wisps of blonde
pubic hair that peeked from the lacy edging.

   "You will make sure the straps are really tight.  I don't want to fall
out." said Jenny as she moved her other arm away from breasts.

   "Definitely!" said Stuart and Sean in unison.

   With their eyes flicking from breast to breast the two scouts strapped
Jenny's legs to the legs of the chair.  Jenny was now safely strapped in,
but the boys continued to bob up and down and change places as they
insisted on rechecking the straps just one more time.

   "Don't you think it's about time we started," said Jenny quietly, "only
Paula's waving seems to be getting rather frantic."

   Reluctantly the two boys cranked Jenny up to the maximum height and
pivoted her to above the water.  Jenny peered down to the pond when the
chair stopped it's swivel.  This can't be right, she thought , if they drop
me from here, they are going to drop me down onto the grass.

   Jenny's wriggling to get a better view caused her shoes to slide off and
fall onto what she thought was the grass.  Jenny leant forward as far as
she could and saw her shoes resting on the ground.  Suddenly they
disappeared as their weight broke through the thick slime that was the
pond's surface.  Jenny felt a strange sense of relief that she was only
going to fall on to the layer of slime that covered the pond.

   Fred the village cricket team's best bowler smiled smugly as he hit the
target with the last of his three balls.

   "OH NOOOOOOOO!" Screamed Jenny as Stuart released the catch that was
holding the chair aloft.

   Jenny felt her whole body goose bump as gravity drove her through the
slime cover and into the water beneath.  Taken unawares by the drop,
coupled with how cold the pond was, left Jenny momentarily stunned as she
sat with the water level reaching her neck.  Seconds later Stuart furiously
wound the handle to lift Jenny out.  Jenny leant forward and shook her
head, the tips of her blonde hair sending water and slime flying in all
directions.  Assorted lengths of pond weed adhered to her arms and legs in
trails.  Jenny looked down at her now almost transparent saturated bra, her
nipples even more prominent from the chill of the water.  The panties which
were now similarly see through seemed to obscenely emphasise her mound of
pubic hair.

   As Jenny sat shivering at the highest point she watched in dread for the
red light to come on again.  I wish I could get a hand free she thought as
she rocked on her bottom to deliberately agitate her breasts.

   What is she up to?  thought Paula as the predominately male audience
nodded in approval as Jenny continued to shake her breasts from side to
side.  Jenny, unaware of the attention she was getting, wriggled and shook
as she tried to get the ticklish piece of weed out of her bra.

   "OHHH!  NOOO!" she screamed as someone else successfully dinged the
target centre to send her back down into the murky water.

   The irritation to her breasts persisted on her new ascent and she
resigned herself to enduring the tickling weed for the rest of the
afternoon.  Anyway, thought Jenny at least it's changed sides.  Jenny
gently shuddered at the not wholly unpleasant tickle that crossed back to
the original side before settling in the middle.  That can't happen thought
Jenny, the weed would have to be able to move on it's own to do that. 
Suddenly Jenny screamed in horror as she, and a bored looking frog that
nestled in the valley between her breasts made eye contact.

   "Whatsamatter!" shouted Sean with genuine concern.

   "Frog.  There's a frog," said Jenny.

   "Can't hear you!" shouted Sean

   "A trapped frog," said Jenny raising her voice slightly.

   "Louder!  I still can't hear you!" reiterated Sean, cupping a hand to
his hear.

   "There's a frog in my bra!" Shouted Jenny at the top of her voice and
then cringed with embarrassment as she heard the peals of laughter rise
from the small crowd around the stall.

   "Jenny with a frog trapped in her tits." said Stuart to Sean.  "This I
have got to see."

   Carefully he swung Jenny back in, to deposit her gently down on to the
grassy bank.

   "Please get it out," pleaded Jenny, "before it bites me."

   Sean burst out laughing, "frogs don't biOWWW!"

   "Sorry," said Stuart, "my foot slipped."

   Sean pulled down his sock to inspect his reddening ankle as Stuart
continued.  "Most frogs are harmless, but we must be cautious, this could
be one of the other ones."

   After a few minutes of very close inspection down Jenny's top Sean and
Stuart agreed that her frog was of the non biting variety.

   Jenny breathed a loud sigh of relief, "you're both very brave to get as
close as that and for so long before you knew it was harmless."

   "Perhaps I could sort of reach in and grab it," suggested Sean hopefully
as he wiped his hand clean on his trousers.  Jenny grimaced at the thought
of the thirteen year old Boy Scout plunging his hand between her boobs.

   "Maybe if I eased your bra outwards, it would slide out the bottom,"
ventured Stuart.

   He would have preferred to use Sean's method, but he hadn't thought of
it first.

   "If you are sure that's the best way." said Jenny agreeing to what she
hoped would be lesser of two evils.

   "Trust me, I'm a Boy Scout," Stuart assured her as he reached out with a
crooked forefinger aimed towards the narrow piece of material that joined
the cups.

   His hand shook so badly that he aborted the first attempt, The second
time he steadied his hand by gripping the wrist with his other hand.  He
hooked the strap and prepared to pull gently, as Sean positioned his cupped
hands to catch the errant frog.  As he day dreamed about one of Jenny's
tits dropping into his hands her sudden scream snapped him back to reality.

   "FUCKING HELL!" Exclaimed Stuart as the bra catch at the rear
surrendered, exposing Jenny's beautiful breasts.

   Sean, to his immense disappointment missed catching a breast or the frog
which fell to the ground and hopped back to the pond.

   "That damn catch," said Jenny apologetically.

   God bless that damn fine catch thought Stuart as he clutched the bra
tightly in his hand.

   "Is it totally broken this time?" Asked Jenny.

   "I'm gla....sorry to say it is," said Stuart giving it a very cursory
look.  "But it's for the best, you couldn't risk wearing it anymore today."

   "I couldn't??" Queried Jenny, wide eyed with surprise.

   "The risk would be far too great." Stuart said gravely, "you were lucky
this time, but the next frog that may get ensnared in your bra."

   "Could be a natterjack nipple nibbler!" said Sean helpfully.

   "But I can't stay like this," said Jenny in horror.

   Paula concerned that she was losing customers because of the delay
decided to walk over to see the frog problem for herself.  She smiled when
she saw her plan had worked and that Jenny was now bra less, but Paula was
surprised to see the bra was being held by Stuart.

   Oh shit!  thought Stuart as he suddenly noticed Paula.

   "It just sort of became detached when I pulled it," mumbled Stuart
sheepishly, offering an explanation before he was even asked.

   "And the catch is broken," added Sean.

   "But it doesn't matter," said Stuart, "because Jenny doesn't want to
wear it any more in case another frog gets caught in it."

   "I don't think I actually said that", mumbled Jenny defensively.

   "Get Jenny up in that stool." said Paula, "NOW!  Before all my customers
wander off through boredom,"

   Paula turned and headed back to the cash desk.

   "Better do as she says," said Sean.

   "But what about me?" cried Jenny, "half the village are going to see my
bare breasts."

   Stuart shrugged his shoulders and started to crank the handle.

   Jenny dropped frequently into the water for the next hour as Paula had
plenty of customers, despite the new charge of 50 pence for one ball.

   Stuart left Jenny immersed as he took a long swig of dandelion and
burdock from the tall glass bottle.  Jenny shivered in the water but not
because of the cold.  Something was burrowing up her knicker leg, something
that wriggled as if to enter the crack between her legs, something that
slid down between her legs before emerging up the crease of her bottom.

   At first Jenny was too stunned to even cry out, but not for long as she
released an ear piercing scream that seemed to echo through out the fete.

   "Jesus!  What the fucking hell has happened now!" Cursed Stuart as he
soaked his shirt when he dropped his bottle of drink.

   "Get me up!  Get me up!" Shouted Jenny.

   "What now," said Sean to Jenny as she was lowered down onto the bank.

   "There's something in my knickers," Jenny said softly.  "Look you can
see it poking out."

   Stuart and Sean crouched down and looked in wonder at Jenny's crotch,
with what looked like a grey penis poking from the panty leg.  Sean
brazenly poked one finger at it, causing it to wriggle rapidly.  Jenny
shivered with pleasure despite the bizarre circumstances."

   "A fresh water eel," declared Sean confidently.

   "It's not dangerous is it?" whispered Jenny as if she was afraid it
might hear.

   Remembering the kick he received for saying frogs don't bite, Sean was
reluctant to answer.

   "I wonder where the head is?" said Stuart, scratching his chin as he
watched the eel tail as it still wiggled wildly.

   Jenny began to wonder as well.  Surely it wasn't inside her she thought.
She had never had an eel in her vagina before, but she felt sure she would
know if this one was.

   "Couldn't you release the straps and let me find out for myself?"
suggested Jenny.

   Stuart reluctantly reached out to release one of the leg straps.

   "It won't release," he declared after one half-hearted pull, "the water
must have shrunk the leather or something.  You'll have to sit here until
the leather dries."

   "But that could be hours," cried Jenny, "couldn't you use your pocket
knives to cut the straps?  Boy Scouts always carry pocket knives, don't
they?"

   "We do carry them," said Stuart, "but the new government safety guide
lines for the Scout Movement doesn't allow us to have sharp knives.  Much
too dangerous."

   "Maybe we could tug it out by it's tail," suggested Sean, wiping his
hand clean for the second time.

   Jenny shuddered as she pictured a weird tug of war taking place between
her legs, with Sean pulling the eel's tail.

   "Further investigation is necessary around the back," offered Stuart as
he stood up.  "Lean forward Jenny and I will take a look."

   Jenny reluctantly bent forward as asked, to allow Stuart a better view.

   "Sorry Jenny but I just need Sean to pull the rear of your knickers out
a fraction, I promise I will only look at the eel."

   "If it's the only way," said Jenny quietly as she cringed with
embarrassment.

   Sean with his hand shaking like a leaf reached down and pulled open the
back of Jenny's panties.

   "A little more, a little more, that's brilliant.  That really is a
beauty.  Let me hold the elastic for you Sean, you wouldn't want to miss a
good look at this lovely bottom."

   "That really is a lovely bottom," agreed Sean with a low whistle.

   "I thought you were looking for the eel," said Jenny humiliated by the
discussion that taken place behind her.

   " We are," said Stuart, "And now we've seen it's head we know it's
abottom fresh water eel, so called because it feeds in the lower parts of
the water."

   "Sorry," said Jenny apologetically, "I thought you were talking about my
my bum."

   "As if," snorted Stuart and released the elastic with a snap.

   "What's wrong now?" demanded Paula.

   "I've, I've, I've got an eel trapped in my knickers," stuttered Jenny,
confused by Paula's unnoticed arrival.

   Paula knelt down in front of Jenny and removed both of Jenny's socks,
squeezed them into a ball and threw them as far as possible.

   "Just in case a lobster claws it's way into them," muttered Paula.  "Did
you say you had an eel in your knickers, Jenny."

   Jenny nodded her head.

   Paula pulled a pen knife from her pocket and sliced through the sides of
Jenny's panties, she then tugged the panties from under Jenny's bottom with
the flourish of a magician producing a bunch of flowers.  The eel was
hurled back into the pond where it sat on the surface slime before
burrowing through and disappearing.  Stuart and Sean stared open mouthed in
admiration at how briskly Paula had exposed Jenny's slit.

   "I'm completely naked," said a shocked Jenny stating the very obvious.

   "And you're staying that way for the rest of the afternoon," stated
Paula.  "Nothing can get caught in your clothes if you're not wearing any
and that will stop the annoying delays."

   I think it must be worth a pound a ball to Duck a Naked Maiden, thought
Paula as she walked away.

   Jenny couldn't argue with the logic of Paula's drive for efficiency even
if it meant the people in the village would be laughing and pointing at her
for months after this year's fete.

   "How long will I have to stay like this, do you think?" Jenny asked
Stuart as he started to pivot the ducking stool around.

   "About 2 hours of the fete and say another hour after for the straps to
dry out," he replied with relish.

   "Could you do me a favour at the end of the fete?" Jenny asked
tentatively.  "Borrow Paula's knife to cut the straps to free me.  Girl
Guides must still be allowed to have sharp knives judging by the ease that
Paula's sliced through my knickers."

   Stuart grinning broadly swung Jenny aloft to a loud cheer from the
crowd.

   Colonel Mustard somewhat perturbed to find the fete grounds mainly
occupied by females made his way down to the Duck The Maiden stall. 
Manoeuvring his way through the crowd of missing males he stared in
disbelief as he saw Jenny's naked, wet and mud splashed body rise from the
pond.

   "I'm not really sure...." He started to say as he confronted Paula.

   "It was Jenny's idea," said Paula, "she was adamant that she read in a
book that in olden times the maidens were always stripped before being
punished in the ducking stool.  So for the sake of authenticity she
insisted in taking all her clothes off."

   "And very pretty she looks in the buff." Said Colonel Mustard.  "But
what I was going to say to you young Paula before you interrupted was, I'm
not really sure if a pound a ball is enough to charge."