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 �>�Never Bet What You're Not Willing to Lose by The Stranger

   Part 1

   Beddington was a small town in Nevada.  It was well off of the main
highways, so it never grew into any kind of gambling hub, but their main
industry was providing equipment for the big gaming complexes.  Because of
this, they were very serious about gambling.  They had even passed a town
ordinance stating that welching on a bet would be treated as stealing.  The
judge would decide felony or misdemeanor depending on the real or perceived
value of the winnings/losses.  Needless to say, the more embarrassing the
payment, the more likely that welching would be ruled a felony and involve
jail time.  This ordinance was enforced by the local law enforcement, and
this led everyone in the area to call Beddington  -�Betting Town -�. To
outsiders, this may seem extreme for something most people do casually.  In
Betting Town, there was a lesson to be learned,  -�Never bet what you are
not willing to lose. -� No one was ever forced into a wager, and evidence
of such a thing could mean jail time for the offending party.  You didn
-(TM)t have to accept a bet or its terms.  Once agreed upon by both parties
in front of witnesses, it was ironclad.  Most just bet amounts of money or
services to be rendered, but there were always a few humiliation bets, and
the people of Betting Town had seen just about everything.  If it was the
agreed upon terms of a bet and kept within city limits, it was legal. Donna
had grown up in Betting Town.  She did her share of betting, sometimes with
rather daring consequences, but had never lost more than a few dollars or a
quick panty flash.  She wasn -(TM)t overly cautious, just lucky, and couldn
-(TM)t imagine her lucky streak ever ending.  Many had tried to embarrass
her before, at 5 -(TM)10 -� brunette with firm C-cup breasts and a toned
farm girl physique, many guys had tried to get her naked but it usually
backfired.  Donna -(TM)s best friend, Stacey, had opposite luck.  If she
had ever won a bet, no one could remember, but she never backed away from a
wager.  Being a 6 -(TM) blond with DD breasts, she was a favorite target
for all of the boys and many of the girls thought that she was a closet
exhibitionist.  Currently, she was paying off a wager that stated that she
could only wear a skimpy string bikini and sandals for the entire month of
June, even to church and work.  So far, she had made over $300 in tips at
the drive-in diner, and it was only June 3rd.  This was mostly due to the
jogging to and from cars as well as the occasional wardrobe malfunction,
which only momentarily embarrassed her because  -�with all the bets she had
lost most everybody had already seen everything. -(TM) She could be ditsy
at times but didn -(TM)t consider herself an exhibitionist, she had just
gotten used to the public exposure and it no longer bothered her.  It did,
however, bother her family when she wouldn -(TM)t feel the need to wear
clothing around the house.  Her father was the local Baptist minister and
he was constantly ashamed of his daughter. Donna worked waiting tables in
the local pool hall.  She was going to be a senior in high school in the
fall, so she couldn -(TM)t serve alcohol where the big tips were given. 
She served food and other drinks and tried to make due with the meager
tips. Her co-worker, Myrna, was a 22 year old Irish lass and daughter of
the owner.  She was a delightful, high-spirited girl who everyone,
including Donna, just loved being around.  Her father treated them both
fairly, never giving favoritism (Myrna wouldn -(TM)t allow any even if he
did) and Donna liked the job.  The only problem was that Myrna; with her
long red hair, pale complexion, and medium build with D cup breasts; tended
to get the lion -(TM)s share of the tips.  To supplement her income, Donna
played pool and cards to win some extra cash.  She had become known as
quite the shark. It was late June and Stacey had made so much in tips that
Donna wanted to step up her game so she wouldn -(TM)t be left behind. 
Around this time Max Burnns came to town.  He was a professional card
player who had won enough to retire.  He wanted to open his own bar in his
home town where people could play cards and he could keep his skills sharp.
He wanted some good poker tables and chairs, custom poker chips, and a few
slot machines for drinkers who didn -(TM)t play cards.  After looking over
the merchandise and placing some custom orders, he checked into his motel
and the headed to the local pool hall to check out the action.  He found a
nice Irish pub with pool and card tables where gambling, not alcohol, was
the prevailing vice.  Not there for financial gain, he watched for a while,
then sat in on a low stakes game to unwind.  Even though Max wasn -(TM)t
playing at full competition level, he was still easily the best card player
there.  He tried to keep his bets small, but it was against his principles
to allow someone to win just to keep them happy.  Fortunately, the people
of Betting Town enjoyed a well played game almost as much as winning.  This
man was good and they could tell.  It was about this time that Donna -(TM)s
shift ended, and as she headed past, some of the guys called her over and
introduced her as the bars best card player. Donna had been having a slow
week.  Most of the customers were Myrna -(TM)s regulars, and the few she
got were lousy tippers.  On top of that, Stacey had had a huge night a few
nights ago when, unbeknownst to her, one of her male co-workers had untied
her bikini bottoms while she waited on an order.  She spent over an hour
waiting on customers bottomless before being clued in to her exposure.  In
all, she cleared over $400 that night in tips alone.  The manager was
starting to wish that the bikini was her usual uniform.  Donna was being
left in the dust and needed a way to make up the difference.  This new
gambler seemed like a good opportunity to get some extra cash.  The locals
said that this guy was good, but she could usually beat them, so she didn
-(TM)t worry too much.  She was the card shark here. Max, like any pro, was
good at sizing up his opponents pretty quickly, but always played it safe
at first.  For a gambler, overconfidence was a vice that could make you
poor in a hurry.  He could tell within minutes that this girl was a perfect
storm of youth and overconfidence, and would gamble her life away if not
taught a lesson soon.  Losing big was a hard lesson, but if learned early,
could save you in the long run.  Max -(TM)s mentor had taught him this
lesson when they first met, and that made him the success he was today. 
Question was, could she be taught or was she too far gone.  The patrons of
this bar had been stroking her ego for a while now and she may never get
right.  Max took it slow at first, and soon found another flaw in her
game. When she had a good hand, she got aggressive and rarely folded, even
when holding junk.  A lesser player could be intimidated by this, but Max
found it laughable.  After she had won a few small hands, he started
playing for real.  Soon, he was up a few hundred dollars and she was asking
the boss for a pay advance.  The boss gave her what she had earned this
week,  -�and not a penny more, so don -(TM)t ask -�.  She was down to her
last $60. The next hand looked good for Donna.  She started out with two
pairs, kings and tens, and drew a king.  She knew that she had this one
won, so she went all in.  Max saw her $60 and raised $200.  Max knew that
she didn -(TM)t have any more money and thought that this would end the
lesson.  He couldn -(TM)t have been farther from the truth, for now her
overconfidence raised its ugly head.  First, she asked to go to the ATM. 
He told her that if she left the table, she would forfeit the pot.  He also
wouldn -(TM)t accept IOUs and the other patrons were already tapped out. It
was at this time that said the words everyone in town loved to hear:  -�How
about a wager? -� Max knew about the town -(TM)s love of any type of
gambling and took all wagers very seriously, so Max simply asked,  -�What
do you propose? -� Donna thought about it and said,  -�If my hand is
better, I get the pot.  If your hand is better, you get the pot plus --..um
--..how about my shirt. -� Donna was wearing a sports bra underneath, so
going without her shirt wouldn -(TM)t be a big deal.  Max was shocked.  Was
she overconfident to this extreme, to not fully consider the
consequences.  He then remembered something his mentor had told him.  His
mentor had a few young players under his wing, and one had become so cocky
that he was basically putting a target on his back, everyone wanted to take
him down.  Their mentor had to do something before the kid became the
doormat of the professional players.  The kid was good for a rookie, but
would get eaten alive by seasoned players.  The mentor played the kid,
taking every cent the kid had plus his car.  He then booted the kid out
telling him to get a job and come back when he had some talent.  When Max
asked why he was so harsh, he just looked at the deck and said,  -�When
overconfidence is too strong, the fall must be even greater for the lesson
to sink in. -� The kid returned a few months later as a more disciplined
and smarter player.  -�No way -� was Max -(TM)s response.   -�Look girlie,
we -(TM)re playing real poker here, not college kids strip poker.  This is
about money, and that shirt ain -(TM)t worth $140. -� Now, he thought, was
the big decision -- Fold and learn her lesson, or prove that her fall
needed to be greater.  She sealed her fate when she said,  -�H-How about
for all of my clothes? -� Donna could hardly believe the words we -(TM)re
coming from her mouth.  She couldn -(TM)t believe it had come to this.  She
had never been in such a predicament before.  In a few hours, she had gone
from trying to catch up to Stacey, to trying to salvage whatever she could
or lose everything (and she meant everything).  The thought that she kept
coming back to was,  -�but I don -(TM)t lose, and this hand is close to
unbeatable.  I gotta go for it!  If I lose, this is Betting Town.  I won
-(TM)t be the first or last to take the  -�Nude Walk of Shame -�home. -�
Max just looked down and said,  -�Think about what you -(TM)re saying.  Is
that really what you want? -� She simply nodded yes.  Max got a piece of
paper and said, -� I want this in writing so that there can be no arguments
or accusations of indecency. -� He wrote: I, the undersigned, agree that if
Mr.  Max Burnns -(TM) poker hand beats mine, not only will I lose all money
in the pot, but Mr.  Max Burnns will own all of my clothing and I will be
left nude.  I have read these terms, and by my signature verify that I
fully understand and accept these terms. Signed, Max said, -� You should
read over it and think about it before you sign. -� Donna, however, didn
-(TM)t want to think about it or she might lose her nerve.  Without even
glancing at it, she signed and handed it back.  Max shook his head, sighed,
and said,  -�Ok, let -(TM)s see what you got. -� Donna, smiling broadly,
showed her hand: Full House, kings over 10s.  Max nodded approvingly and
said,  -�That a good hand, but it doesn -(TM)t beat Four of a kind -� as he
laid down four 3s.



   Part 2

   Donna could -(TM)ve been knocked over by a feather.  All these years
never losing anything big, but now she had to strip naked at work, give
some guy she just met her clothes, and bike home nude.  As this reality was
sinking in, Bob Howard, a 23 year old who was a regular of Donna -(TM)s
(and secretly lusted after her), cleared his throat and said,  -�Um --you
have to pay up. -� Donna knew the penalties for welching, and definitely
didn -(TM)t want a criminal record.  Besides, she had no one to blame but
herself.  When she finally came around, she knew what had to be done. 
First, she pulled the tight uniform t-shirt over her head and dropped it on
the table.  She then unbuttoned and unzipped her khaki shorts and let them
drop to the floor.  As she stood there she realized that up to now her
parents and Stacey were the only ones to see her in her underwear.  None of
her boyfriends had ever gotten this far.  She then shook her head and
thought,  -�Why are you spacing out?  They and possibly a good portion of
the town will see a lot more soon enough. -� She then grabbed the bottom of
her sports bra, took a deep breath, pulled it over her head and put it with
her shirt on the table.  She was now topless at work, a small pair of white
panties the only things guarding her modesty and they too would have to go.
With trembling hands, she hooked her thumb in the waistband on both sides
of her body, closed her eyes, held her breath, and quickly pushed her
panties past her knees letting them fall to the floor.  She picked up her
shorts and panties and laid them on the table with her other clothes.  She
was getting ready to start her long, nude bike ride home when she heard Max
say,  -�Excuse me, but you are still wearing some of my property.  The
wager was for all of your clothes.  The socks and shoes are mine too. -�
Totally defeated, she stooped down, giving all in front of her a nice
beaver shot, and pulled off her shoes and socks, adding them to the pile.
She was surprised how much losing her shoes and socks affected her.  They
didn -(TM)t hide anything important, but they were her last bit of covering
and now they were gone.  Without speaking, she exited the building, grabbed
her bicycle, (now more than ever she wished her parents had gotten her a
car when she turned 16) and started the long ride home. Even though the sun
had gone down, it was still warm outside, and it was summer vacation.  All
but the very young or very old were out enjoying the outdoors now that the
burning sun had gone down.  They were soon paying undivided attention to
the Lady Godiva wannabe.  Not only was Donna conspicuously nude, but with
her work schedule had only managed to get a farmers tan on her arms and
legs.  Her midsection was pale white accentuated by her tanned limbs.  They
could also see that either her pubic area had never seen a razor, or she
was being violated by a small, furry animal (of course, she hadn -(TM)t
planned for it to be on public display).  Younger kids pointed and laughed
while teenagers took out camera phones and hurriedly snapped photos and
video.  Adults merely smiled and waved at the latest victim of their own
foolish wager. For Donna, it was overwhelming.  She hadn -(TM)t considered
that all of these people would still be outside with cameras.  What she
didn -(TM)t know was that as soon as she lost, many of the bar patrons
started informing friends of the coming spectacle.  Donna had always been
shy, never even wearing a two piece bathing suit, and most of the men in
town had wished for a good look at her fit yet curvaceous body.  This was
beyond their wildest dreams.  Donna could feel their eyes and, while
embarrassed, was kind of enjoying all of this attention.  She wondered, 
-�Is this how Stacey feels when doing those embarrassing things after
losing a bet?  Is this why she kept betting even though she always lost? -�
It was at this precise moment that she heard a familiar voice calling her
name.  She turned to see Stacey running towards her, dripping wet, wearing
only a towel.  Apparently, she was in the shower when her little sister
told her of Donna -(TM)s nude ride.  Knowing Stacey would want to rush to
her friend, the younger sibling had taken Stacey -(TM)s bikini and only
left her a towel.  While Stacey -(TM)s parents disdained her frequent
public exposure, her sister often conspired to show her sister to the world
whenever possible.  Stacey -(TM)s sister, June, had always been kind of a
tomboy.  She recently turned 15 and was becoming more interested in the
opposite sex, but with her brown hair, B cup breasts and short stature (5
-�5 -(TM)), she found it hard to compete with her voluptuous and often
exposed sister.  She told others that since her sis seemed to like the
attention so much, June would help her get that attention.  Truth be told,
she derived some sexual pleasure from her sisters embarrassment and,
although not a lesbian, did enjoy seeing what to her was a perfect body.
Stacey raced over to her friend to ask what had happened.  The last thing
Donna wanted to do was sit outside, naked and recall how she had lost her
money and clothing.  However, she could see that her friend was concerned,
so much so that she had run to her side almost naked herself without even
taking the time to dry off.  She told her friend of the card game, the lost
money, her good hand and his better hand, the stripping, and her nude ride
being recorded for posterity.  Stacey grabbed and hugged her friend,
dropping the towel in the process.  Donna was unsure what to do, being nude
in public and being embraced by her equally nude friend, but decided to go
along with it and hug her back.  Many of the male onlookers found it
difficult to stand.  June also found this strangely arousing.



   Part 3

   When Donna finally arrived at home, she couldn -(TM)t believe her eyes.
Max was there with some other men taking boxes from her house!  She hurried
to the house to find her mom.  Her dad had died three years earlier from a
car accident, so it was just her and her mom, Isabelle (although she
preferred to be called Izzy).  Izzy was in her mid fourties and was to many
a definite MILF.  She was 5 -(TM)8 -� with long auburn hair pulled into a
ponytail, and full C cup breasts.  She work as a dealer in Reno and usually
left a few buttons undone on the uniform to get good tips plus she liked
the attention.  She was something of an exhibitionist, dressing
provocatively around the house, especially when Donna had male visitors. 
Donna was certain that the reason she didn -(TM)t date much was because all
guys attention went to her mom.  This ride was the first time she had
experienced that kind of attention. When she found her mom, she was
standing next to Max holding a piece of paper.  Donna asked Max,  -�What
are you doing here? -�  -�I came to get the rest of my winnings -� was his
reply.  Donna was getting ready to go ballistic when her mother asked 
-�Donna, did you even read this before signing?  It says here that you bet
all of your clothes and you signed.  There -(TM)s nothing I can do. -�
Donna tried to argue that she meant the clothes she was wearing, but Max
stopped her and said,  -�That outfit you were wearing wouldn -(TM)t cover
your losses.  I told you, I wasn -(TM)t playing strip poker.  I was playing
for money.  You offered all your clothes as collateral so I took a chance.
I -(TM)m hoping that by selling what I can and donating the rest as a tax
write off, I -(TM)ll get my money. -� The true gravity of Donna -(TM)s
predicament finally hit her.  She was broke, naked with no clothing, and
the only way to get money was working.  But would she have to work naked?
Could she work naked?  She worked at a bar, not a strip club.  Max -(TM)s
final words to her hit hard.   -�Maybe this will teach you not to be
overconfident and think before you act. -�



   Part 4

   The next day, Donna called work about her predicament.  Her mom had a
smaller body and all of her clothes fit tight on her, there -(TM)s no way
Donna could wear them.  She couldn -(TM)t borrow her mom -(TM)s clothes and
payday for both of them was in two weeks.  Car problems had drained their
savings so buying clothes wasn -(TM)t a viable solution.  She was naked and
would stay naked until one of them got paid. Izzy couldn -(TM)t see what
the big deal was.  Everyone knew that she lost a bet, so her walking around
town and working naked would just be seen as part of the wager.  Honestly,
Izzy wished she had an excuse to go around town naked.  It was ok if it was
a lost bet, but just for kicks was indecent exposure.  She had to find a
wager to lose.  Just the thought of the whole town looking at her nude body
was making her wet.  She hoped Donna would have to work so that she could
have some alone time. Her boss had little sympathy for her.  He knew that
betting her clothes was her idea and the gentleman had tried to talk her
out of it.  She could either come to work, or look for another job while
naked.  No job meant no income and no income meant no new clothes.  She
didn -(TM)t really have a choice.  Donna the nude waitress would be at work
for her usual shift. The ride to work was worse than last night -(TM)s ride
home.  It was midday and all of the kids were out playing.  Most of the
kids pointed and laughed.  Some of the boys got their first boner and she
had to giggle to herself after seeing so many trouser tents.  There were
also older couples out.  Some voiced their disapproval while some of the
old men cleaned their glasses to better take in the sight while their wives
stared daggers at Donna. When she finally got to work, the boss gave her
one of his aprons to wear.  It covered her front pretty well, but her bare
backside was in full view.  Although she had some covering, this almost
seemed to her to be more erotic than being totally nude.  She asked for
another to cover her backside, but the laundry had just been picked up and
this was her bosses only spare.  All of the bar towels were too small to
make a wraparound skirt, so she thanked her boss for what covering she had
and resigned herself to having to work bare assed. Work was slow at first,
but when word got around about the waitress wearing only an apron, it
became standing room only.  At first she was mortified that all of these
people were coming in just to stare at her ass, but when she had time to
think, she had an epiphany.  She had been trying to find a way to get
better tips than Myrna and Stacey, now Myrna was having trouble keeping up.
She thought about staging a wardrobe malfunction to test her theory.  She
pulled the apron a little extra to the left, and took a tray of food to a
table of five.  Instead of going around to serve the customers on the other
side, she reached across the table to hand them their food, causing her
right tit to fall out.  She pretended not to notice and kept working, and
started getting 40  -" 50% tips.  She had her new path to big bucks.  She
wasn -(TM)t an exhibitionist, she felt no arousal from her exposure.  She
was a capitalist. On her nude ride home (the apron belonged to the bar and
there it would stay) she started thinking about Stacey.  Was she really the
ditz everyone thought that she was or did she lose those bets on purpose?
Maybe she wasn -(TM)t an exhibitionist like everyone thought.  Maybe she
had just found a simple way to make good money at a crappy job.  She
noticed that almost none of her bet losses cost her money, they just
reduced her to little or no clothing.  Was she a financial mastermind or
just a ditz with big boobs surrounded by horny guys?  Donna would have to
pay more attention from now on.



   Part 5

   Donna knew that all of the clothing stores would be closed by the time
that she got off of work, especially as busy as they had been today.  Even
though the money was good, she would much rather wear something skimpy than
nothing at all.  Although it was embarrassing, she did take some pride from
knowing that much of it was due to men lusting after her.  After life with
her mom, being friends with Stacey, and working with Myrna, she wasn -(TM)t
used to all of this attention.  Most eyes were immediately drawn to her mom
and friends.  Now that she knew the power of a little exposed skin, maybe
she would let her mom help pick out her clothes. When she got home, she
heard some noise from the back and went around to investigate.  She found
her mom enjoying a nighttime swim.  Even though the sun had gone down, the
heat radiating from the ground kept things pretty warm.  Donna had built up
a sweat riding home, even without clothing, and a swim sounded good.  She
asked her mom if she could join her, even though she didn -(TM)t have a
suit.  Her mom came over to the shallow end and replied,  -�Honey, we were
all born naked.  A bathing suit is only to protect your modesty, nothing
else.  Besides, I -(TM)m not wearing a suit either. -� With that, she stood
op revealing her nude body to her daughter.  Donna was a little embarrassed
by this, but couldn -(TM)t help but admire her mother -(TM)s beauty. Donna
jumped in the water and couldn -(TM)t believe how good it felt.  Having
nothing between her and the water felt wonderful.  It was nice to not feel
the suit drag as she swam and not having to constantly adjust it.  Even
though they lived of the outskirts of town with no visible neighbors, she
had never even considered swimming nude.  She asked her mom if she had done
this before.  Izzy just laughed and said,  -�Donna, the only time I bother
wearing a bikini is when others are around, and that -(TM)s just so I don
-(TM)t offend them.  I mean, can you imagine if your friend Stacey -(TM)s
mother saw us now.  She would probably soil herself and pass out.  Truth be
told, I only wear clothes in the house for your sake.  I don -(TM)t usually
wear any when I -(TM)m home alone. -�  Donna swam a few more laps and then
went to take a shower.  While showering, she thought about what her mother
had just told her.  All this time, her mother preferred to be nude at home,
but wore clothing to keep Donna comfortable.  After these last few days,
that just didn -(TM)t seem right.  When Donna finished her shower, she went
and told her mother to wear what she wanted and Donna would just get used
to it.  She also told Izzy that she was proud to have such a beautiful
mother.  Also she wanted her advice picking out new clothes and told her
about what she had learned today.  Izzy laughed loudly and said,  -�Donna,
sweety, did you think that I wear tight and revealing clothes to work
because they -(TM)re comfortable? -� Donna went to her room and laid down
on her bed.  Tomorrow morning, her mom and her would take her tip money and
buy her some new work clothes.  Working nude wasn -(TM)t as bad as she had
thought, but she wanted her future nudity to be on her terms, and in
private.  Thankfully this whole ordeal would be over tomorrow. But you know
what they say about the best laid plans --



   Part 6

   The next morning, Donna was awakened by her still nude mother holding
the house phone.   -�It -(TM)s that girl you work with, -� Izzy said with a
concerned look.   -�She sounds upset. -� Donna -(TM)s first thought was
that Myrna was ticked that Donna had stolen her thunder, yet she knew Myrna
wasn -(TM)t like that.  Bewildered and still a bit groggy, Donna took the
phone.  On the other end, Myrna sounded frantic and maybe even crying. 
-�Donna, dad collapsed after work.  The doctors say that he had a heart
attack.  They said it could be fixed with a simple surgery, but we don
-(TM)t have insurance.  We need money, but dad can -(TM)t work and I can
-(TM)t open and run the bar by myself.  Please come here immediately.  I
need you here as a worker and my friend. -� Donna replied,  -�I was going
to buy some clothes before work.  Can I come there after I get some
clothes? -� Myrna said,  -�Donna, I need you here now!  I -(TM)m at wits
end and need someone here with me.  You -(TM)ve always been like a little
sister to me, and I have no one but dad and you.  The other girls are too
wrapped up in their own problems to care about mine.  Besides, you worked
with just an apron on yesterday and had your best tip night by far.  Please
come straight here. -� Donna just said ok and resigned herself to another
nude day. She hung up the phone and filled her mom in.  Izzy offered to
drive her since it was her day off and she wanted to see if she could help
the poor girl.  She went to get dressed while Donna got up and ready. 
Twenty minutes later they arrived at the bar.  They went inside and found
Myrna with her head in her hands, sobbing, while the cook tried to console
her.  His name was Marko.  He was a 5 -(TM) 10 -� Greek man in his early
50s who had been with her father since he purchased the bar.  Many
customers forgot about him, as if hot food just appeared from nowhere,
because he was always in the back. Myrna saw Donna, ran over and gave her a
hug, and explained her problems.  They needed a lot of money soon for the
operation, far more than the bar made in an average month.  Besides that,
they had the usual bills to pay.  Also, with her dad unable to work, they
had no bartender.  Myrna could handle beer and shots, but the only thing
she knew about mixed drinks was how to order them.  A bar simply could not
run without a bartender. At that moment, Izzy spoke up saying,  -�I tended
bar for a few years when I was in my mid-twenties.  I may be a bit rusty,
but I think that I could do ok. -� Donna looked at her and asked,  -�But
mom, what about your job -�.  Izzy smiled and replied,  -�I -(TM)m tired of
the drive and the crappy hours.  This will let me work close to home and
spend more time with my daughter. -� With that, the bartending issue was
resolved.  They decided the best way to attack the money issue was to have
a brainstorming meeting with all of the employees. There were two other
waitresses.  First there was Skye, a 5 -(TM) 7 -� raven haired girl with
small B cup breasts and with the nicest ass in the county.  She always wore
the tightest pans and the shortest shorts or skirts.  She always made sure
to bend at the waist to get good tips, and the guys loved it.  She also
looked kinda goth (not many real goths in the desert) with her black
clothing and makeup.  Also, somehow she managed to stay extremely pale in
the desert (nobody knows how and are afraid to ask).  The other waitress
was Brandi, a bubble headed blond who made Stacey look like a genius.  She
was also a bit of a klutz, but at 5 -(TM) 10 -� with E cup breasts, she was
always forgiven by the guys. All the ideas were discussed, unfortunately
most were from Brandi and were mind numbingly stupid.  Whoever said there
were no stupid questions obviously never met Brandi (i.e.  Why do we have
to serve alcohol?).  After about two hours, everything was quiet.  Finally,
Donna stood up and said,  -�I have an idea, but I don -(TM)t know if any of
you will like it. -� Donna told them of her epiphany last night while
working only wearing an apron.  Of course, she didn -(TM)t propose that all
of them only wear aprons (which disappointed Brandi and Marko).  What she
did propose was a standing wager.  There were two tables, one in each
corner, that customers never wanted to sit in.  They complained about
waiting over 15 minutes for a waitress to notice them and take their drink
order.  These would be the  -�Hot Seats -�.  We get a doorman/bouncer to
meet them at the door.  To get in on the wager, they have to pay $10.  That
way, if we -(TM)re out of tables, someone can still sit there without
wagering anything.  Also, if they lose they get nothing.  We keep the ten
regardless.  The doorman will give them a slip of paper with their time of
arrival on it.  If seven minutes (because it -(TM)s a lucky number) pass by
and they have not been waited upon, they get an article of clothing from
the first waitress to come over.  These tables will not belong to any
waitress, if you see someone sitting there, go ask if anyone has taken
their drink order.  To keep from having a situation where no waitress will
go over incase it -(TM)s been over seven minutes, if it has been over 20
minutes, they take their slip of paper to the doorman or bartender.  There
will then be an announcement that all waitresses must give them one article
of clothing.   -~ -(TM) I -(TM)m pretty sure tips will go up as you lose
clothing and this will force us to be more attentive waitresses.  Also,
since this is Betting Town, if you end up overexposed, you won -(TM)t get
in trouble because it -(TM)s part of the wager.  I -(TM)ve been completely
naked the past few days and there have been no complaints. -�



   Part 7

   Marko was the first to speak.   -�We don -(TM)t need no bouncer.  There
-(TM)s not a punk in this town that I can -(TM)t throw out on his ear if he
bothers you ladies.  As for the pieces of paper with times written on them,
we got the old timeclock in the back that -(TM)s been collecting dust.  We
can put it out front so that, if they want to play, they take a blank card
and punch the time.  If they have a card, the money is added to their bill.
-� Myrna was next to speak.   -�I don -(TM)t know if I or the other girls
can handle the exposure as graciously as you have, but we need money badly.
Therefore, if we -(TM)re going to do this, then all of the tables should be
fair game.  Since its summer break, I -(TM)ll need everyone here for every
shift to see if this takes off.  If it works well, maybe we -(TM)ll be able
to hire more girls.  Not sure my dad is gonna like this.  He -(TM)s a
devout Catholic. -� Next was Skye -(TM)s turn to speak.   -�Um, I don
-(TM)t know if I -(TM)m ok with this.  You girls all have awesome bodies
and big tits.  With my pale complexion and small boobs, how can I compete?
-�  -�Are you kidding me? -� Izzy chimed in.   -�With that ass of yours,
you got nothing to worry about.  Besides, I can tell you that some guys
like smaller breasts and others will go gaga over your pale white body. 
What I want to know is how do I get in on the action.  I may be older, but
I can still bring them in with this body. -� With that, she pulled off her
shirt and dropped her shorts to show her nude form. They discussed the idea
a while longer, deciding to stay closed today to make changes and re-open
tomorrow.  Donna left early enough to buy some new clothes.  Instead of
going to the usual clothing stores, she first went to the goodwill store. 
-�Why buy expensive clothes just to lose them again. -� She then went to
the local discount store and bought economy packs of socks, sports bras,
and bikini style panties.  She also got a cheap pair of sneakers.  They had
decided that shoes were not part of the game.  Serving food barefoot too
dangerous and constantly buying new shoes would get expensive.  Still,
Donna preferred to be barefoot at home and didn -(TM)t see the point in
buying expensive shoes.  For the first time in days, Donna was fully
clothed and was surprised at how weird it felt.  When Donna got home, she
followed a trail of discarded clothes to her mother.  Her mom could be a
real slob and Donna had to clean up after her often.  Izzy was sunbathing
nude when she saw her daughter approaching.  She told Donna,  -�Better
relax while you can.  Won -(TM)t be much time to relax starting tomorrow.
-� Donna decided to join her mom when it suddenly occurred to her, she hadn
-(TM)t even considered buying a swim suit.  In just a few days, she had
gone from only wearing one piece bathing suits to wearing no bathing suit.
She stripped of her clothes, added them to her mother -(TM)s pile, and dove
into the pool. After swimming for a few minutes, she got out and laid next
to her mom to try to even out her tan.  Soon, she noticed her mom looking
at her body.  Izzy pointed at Donna -(TM)s pubic area and said,  -�If it
-(TM)s going to be on display, we need to do something about that. -� She
then got up and went into the house, returning with cordless trimmers and a
disposable razor.  She then, to Donna -(TM)s surprise and embarrassment,
went about the task of shaving her daughter -(TM)s pussy.  Soon, Donna
-(TM)s pussy was as smooth and hairless as her mother -(TM)s.  She reached
down to feel her smooth crotch, and marveled at how much more exposed she
felt.



   Part 8

   Donna and Izzy rode to work together for the first day of the
experiment. It would be a little weird working with her mom, but had to
admit that it was comforting to know that, if she ended up naked, she
wouldn -(TM)t have to ride her bike home.  Being naked for tips was one
thing, but free was something else.  If just hanging out in town, she
preferred to be clothed.  Izzy, on the other hand, was so excited about
losing all of her clothes and being nude in front of numerous people that
she could barely contain her excitement.  She had come up with her own game
and couldn -(TM)t wait to tell the boss. Izzy went straight to Myrna upon
their arrival to tell her about the idea.   -�I call it  -�Stump the
Bartender -�.  I will have a bartending guide on the counter.  If they pay
their ten bucks, they get to pick a drink from the book.  If I don -(TM)t
know how to make it without looking, they win an article of clothing. -�
Myrna approved the idea and told Izzy,  -�Just don -(TM)t lose your clothes
too quickly. -� Myrna had given Donna rides home on nights with bad weather
and had been invited to come in and visit.  Given how little clothing she
wore with a guest around, it was obvious that she was an exhibitionist. 
(After finding out that her body didn -(TM)t offend Myrna, she often sat
and talked with her wearing only panties.)  It appeared that all of the
girls had the same idea as Donna.  They had gone to goodwill or dug out
some old clothes that they didn -(TM)t wear any more.  They weren -(TM)t
tacky or grubby looking, but most of the clothes were obviously old and
worn.  Only Izzy wore something fancy looking.  She had a few old uniforms
from the casino and wanted to get rid of them.  This way she could get rid
of those uncomfortable uniforms, get to take her clothes off in public, and
get paid to do it.  This was going to be the greatest job ever. The night
started out relatively normal.  All of the regulars came in at the regular
time, but once they learned about the new arrangement, the cell phones came
out and the place became packed.  Myrna -(TM)s regulars made up about two 
-" thirds of the crowd and all of them paid for a chance to see more of
Myrna than ever before.  The girls kept up with the crowd pretty good for a
while.  Myrna and Skye in particular were uncomfortable about stripping for
these people and were hoping that they wouldn -(TM)t lose much if any
clothing. The first to lose anything was Brandi.  She was easily distracted
and forgot about the two gentlemen who came in ten minutes ago.  Given her
ample busom, no one was surprised when the gentlemen asked for her shirt.
About a half hour later, someone got her bra.  The next was Skye, who just
got tired and lost track of a table.  This table also had two gentlemen,
both of whom had punch cards.  That added twenty dollars to their tab but,
unfortunately for Skye, required two articles of clothing as payment.  Skye
was now bottomless and blushing all over.  However, due to feeling empathy
for her shyness, both men left a twenty dollar tip. After the dinner rush
was over, Myrna was the only one still fully dressed.  Donna had lost her
shirt ( can -(TM)t look too eager to strip ), Izzy was in her bra and
panties, Skye still had her shirt and bra, and Brandi was naked.  Guys
found that if they kept her talking, she would forget about the other
tables until it was too late.  She also had made a few hundred dollars in
tips, even with her lousy service. It was about this time that the O
-(TM)Donnell boys came in.  They were five brothers who had a bad habit of
drinking too much and becoming loud and obnoxious.  They were Myrna -(TM)s
regulars, partially because they liked Myrna and also because none of the
other waitresses wanted to deal with them.  When they learned about the
wager, each got a card and quietly sat at an open table.  Myrna saw them
come in, but was dealing with an extremely picky customer.  Once done with
him, she headed to the O -(TM)Donnell -(TM)s table but was stopped by a
customer complaining about his food.  He didn -(TM)t take a punch card and
was saying that their little game was ruining the fine establishment that
her father built.  Myrna offered to either replace his food or have it
taken off of his bill.  He chose the latter and finally let her tend to her
other customers . When Myrna got to the O -(TM)Donnell -(TM)s table, they
were all smiles as they showed her their punch cards.  It had been eight
minutes and they had five punch cards.  Myrna only had four articles of
clothing, so to make up for the fifth they had her get up on the table to
strip.  Before she could get started, someone went to the CD player and put
on  -�Cherry Pie -� by Warrant.  Myrna was mortified.  All she needed was a
pole to swing on.  Ever the stalwart optimist she decided to make the best
of it.  She -(TM)d give them a show and see how much cash she could wring
out of them. Myrna was a gorgeous woman.  She wasn -(TM)t a stick figure
with huge fake boobs, but had a more classical, curvaceous body like a
Marilyn Monroe or Jane Mansfield.  When she started swaying to the music
and rubbing her hands over her body she got everyone -(TM)s attention, even
the girls.  Poor Marco who was so busy in the kitchen was the only one
missing it.  She reached up to her collar and, as Warrant punctuated the
lyric  -�Swing It -�, she tore the shirt open and let it fall from her
body. Then, swaying her hips to the music, she slowly pushed her shorts to
her knees and let them fall to the table.  Dancing there in her underwear
she looked sexy, strong, and confident, but on the inside the embarrassment
was almost more than she could bear.  Even though her mind was screaming, 
-�Stop.  Run Away! -�, she knew that this was Betting Town and she had
accepted the terms.  There was no backing out.  She slowly reached behind
her back and unclasped her bra, letting it slide off of her firm breasts.
As it fell, she caught one of the straps with her right hand and started
twirling it above her head to the beat.  She dropped the bra behind her,
hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and slid the last guard
of her modesty to her knees and let them drop on the table.  She then stood
up and danced until the song was over.



   Part 9

   Donna was not a lesbian and didn -(TM)t even have any bisexual
curiosity, but she had to stop and admire the beauty of her friend as she
danced nude on the table.  She also had to admire her courage.  Although
Myrna was exuding confidence on the outside, Donna knew that putting on
this show was pure determination and her resolve to save her father at any
cost, her personal modesty be damned.  For the men at the bar who had been
undressing her with their eyes for years, this was beyond their wildest wet
dreams.  They practically threw money at her.  By the end of the night she
would be well on her way to paying for her father -(TM)s medical needs.
Donna was inspired by her friend and wanted to put on a show of her own. 
Skye was down to just her bra and Izzy was naked.  Donna was feeling
overshadowed again.  She went to another table, four guys with cards, but
it had only been six minutes.   -�Damn, I was hoping to get you dancing on
our table -�, one of the customers grumbled.  It was then that Donna got an
idea.  She told them,  -�How about a second chance.  If you -(TM)re each
willing to buy another card, I -(TM)ll take your orders.  If I -(TM)m not
back with your food in ten minutes, you -(TM)ll get your show. -� The guys
jumped at this new chance knowing that the odds were in their favor.  Donna
also knew that it was all but impossible to bring back four orders in ten
minutes.  Just to be sure, she waited back there seven minutes before
putting in their order. After eleven minutes had passed, she went back to
them and said,  -�Looks like you win.  The food is nowhere near done. 
Ready for your show? -� Two of the young men helped her up on the table
while another went to the CD player and put on  -�You Shook Me All Night
Long -� by AC/DC.  Donna started dancing and caressing herself to the
rhythm of the music.  She whipped her sports bra off to free her breasts
and started teasing her nipples.  She looked around to find all attention
focused on her.  Even Marko, who was on break, was watching.  It was then
that she realized that it wasn -(TM)t the nudity that excited her as much
as the attention her nudity brought her.  After all of these years living
in the shadow off her beautiful exhibitionist mother and her gorgeous
friends, she was starved for attention.  She slid her shorts down to her
knees, making sure to wiggle her ass the whole time.  She then grabbed the
waistband of her panties on her right side, pulled them away from her body,
and told one of the guys to grab them.  She did the same with the left
side, front and back.  She then loudly said,  -�Make a wish boys and pull
to see who -(TM)s wish will come true. -� With that, all four pulled as
hard as they could until the panties were ripped into four pieces.  She
looked at the guy holding the biggest piece and said,  -�I guess you get
your wish. -� She then danced on the table for the remainder of the song
and the next one. At the end of the evening they tallied the tips.  Myrna
was the big winner since every man in the bar had wanted to see her naked.
Donna came in second with Izzy the stripping bartender in third.  Skye, who
managed to hang on to her bra (although she had to admit she felt weird
being the only female who wasn -(TM)t completely nude), came in fourth. 
Brandi, although nude with a great body, came in last due to lousy service.
Not every customer was there to play, and those customers tipped based on
service.  Brandi had been too busy flirting and showing off.  The bar had
seen its most profitable night ever.  I was so good that Myrna gave
everyone the next day off because she needed to order more food and booze.



   Part 10

   Donna was somewhat surprised to find that the other girls had brought an
extra set of clothes with them for the trip home, just in case.  Donna and
Izzy were the only ones leaving the bar nude.  The thought had never even
occurred to Donna that she could bring extra clothes.  After a few nights
with no choice but to go home in the buff, it had somehow seemed almost
normal.  She was a bit embarrassed by her lack of foresight. Izzy, on the
other hand, had considered this and chose to play dumb.  The only things
better than driving nude through downtown would be biking or walking
through.  She just wished that she had insisted on riding bicycles to work
to  -�save gas -�.  The more public exposure plus the bicycle seat against
her nude pussy had her juices running down her legs.  Fortunately no one
seemed to notice. On the way home, Donna told Izzy about wishing she had
brought an extra set of clothes like the others.  Izzy gave her a puzzled
look and said,  -�I thought you were enjoying being naked.  I know that you
lost your clothes on purpose.  I saw you standing around waiting for time
to pass. -� Donna went on to tell her that, although she liked the
attention, she could only be naked in a place where nudity was accepted and
would make her money.  She could probably handle being a stripper, but her
nudity had to help her financially and she was in control.  She knew that
if someone at the bar did something inappropriate, Marco and the others
were there to help her.  Izzy wasn -(TM)t worried about someone groping
her.  She had gotten used to a little groping by the drunks at the casino.
She also had a brown belt in Tae-Kwon-Do and had picked up some brawling
tips from the bouncers.  She could kick the average guys ass easily, even
naked.  Truth be told, her and another female exhibitionist from her class
had privately sparred nude for their safety in their naked escapes.  Heck,
she was faster and harder to grab naked.  If her and the other woman been
allowed to attend class naked, they might be black belts. As they drove
home they saw a familiar person.  Stacey was sitting on the side of the
road frowning and looking bored.  When they stopped and Donna asked what
was going on.  Stacey told them that her sister was having a house party
while their parents were out of town.  June -(TM)s male classmates were so
fixated on Stacey that her sister took her keys and locked her out.  She
didn -(TM)t know when the party would end and wasn -(TM)t looking forward
to sleeping outside.  Stacey was wearing a halter top with no bra and
cutoff shorts that showed a little butt cheek at the bottom.  Donna could
empathize with June since Stacey dressed like this was a major reason that
boys never seemed to notice her.  Donna asked Izzy if Stacey could stay
with them. Izzy liked Stacey.  She was pretty, very friendly , and had been
a good friend of Donna -(TM)s since grade school.  She was also a lot of
fun to mess with and was often oblivious to the fact that she was being
messed with.  Izzy noticed that the whole time they were talking, Stacey
seemed to not even register that the two women she was talking to were both
naked.  Izzy smiled a mischievous smile and said,  -�Of course she can, but
I -(TM)m afraid that I don -(TM)t allow clothing in my car.  I -(TM)ll open
the trunk and you can put them in there. -� Donna gave her mom a puzzled
look and was about to say something, but Stacey had already peeled off her
top and was working on her shorts.  She soon pushed them down her legs
showing that she was not wearing panties either.  Once again, Donna could
empathize with June.  Stacey then entered the back seat and they drove
away, leaving Stacey -(TM)s clothes on the street.



   Part 11

   When they arrived at the house, Izzy and Stacey went inside while Donna
went to the back of the car to retrieve her friend clothing to find a still
open trunk and no clothes.  With the shock of her mother telling her friend
to strip on the side of the street and her friend doing so without
hesitation, Donna hadn -(TM)t noticed that her friend getting in without
going to the trunk.  Izzy had noticed and,of course, said nothing.  Izzy
loved the idea of Stacey -(TM)s uptight parents coming to pick up their
nude daughter who had no clothes to put on. Donna went inside to tell her
friend the bad news just as Stacey finished leaving a message at her house
informing them of her whereabouts.  Donna told Stacey the news, to which
Stacey just shrugged her shoulders and said,  -�Oopsie.  Oh well, I -(TM)m
not scheduled to work the next few days.  I -(TM)ll get some clothes when
mom takes me home. -� The fact that she would possibly have to be nude
until then and her mom might have a fit when she saw her daughter didn
-(TM)t phase her.  Frankly, Stacey didn -(TM)t care if she was clothed or
nude, as long as she wasn -(TM)t cold. The first few times she was stripped
due to a lost bet, right around the time she started to develop, she was
terribly embarrassed.  Now, it seemed easier to count the days she was
properly dressed than try to count those that she wasn -(TM)t.  Due to lost
bets and her sisters pranks, she was quite certain that the entire town
knew her body almost as well as she did.  Especially after the school play
incident. Two years ago, Stacey and June were in the high school/ junior
high performance of  -�Sleeping Beauty -�.  Stacey (who had developed
early) was cast as the lead while June (a late bloomer)was cast as a
soldier, a boys role, due to a lack of male participation.  Stacey would
get to wear the princess dress while June would be in boy -(TM)s clothes
wearing a fake moustache.  June -(TM)s jealousy caused her to take drastic
measures.  First, she hid all of Stacey -(TM)s undergarments.  Next, she
stole and destroyed all of the costume but the dress.  Stacey was forced to
go onstage wearing only the dress, which was a little big and lightweight
since it was made to be worn with other layers.  When Stacey took the
stage, the lights made it apparent that much of the costume was missing. 
Stacey, ever stalwart, felt that the show must go on.  She constantly had
to adjust the dress and tried her best to move naturally.  June thought
that this would humiliate her sister, but it didn -(TM)t show and all of
the boys were drooling over her.  Further steps had to be taken.  As all
were busy preparing for the last scene, where Sleeping Beauty lay on a
pedestal in the middle of the stage awaiting her prince, June went to work.
She put strong glue on the pedestal where Stacey -(TM)s body would lay,
trying to avoid areas where skin or hair may come in contact and waited
knowing Stacey would have to lay there perfectly still for 15-20 minutes.
After the prince kissed Stacey (and copped a feel), Stacey tried to get up,
bus was stuck..  Stacey, somewhat panicked, yelled  -� I can -(TM)t move.
-� June took the opportunity and shouted,  -�Men, we must help the
princess. Grab her arms and pull. -� Before Stacey could protest, she was
pulled up while her dress remained glued to the pedestal.  The only parts
of the costume remaining were her shoes, the crown, and the sleeves of the
dress.  Everything else was on full display for the crowd, which consisted
of about 80% of the town, many taking video for those who couldn -(TM)t
make it.  Stacey froze, hands up signaling  -�stop -�, and couldn -(TM)t
think of what to do.  Unfortunately for her, the play was to end with her
dancing with the prince while the cast gathered around and watched.  The
prince made sure to twirl her a few times to make sure the crowd saw
everything.  Then, as the curtain closed and Stacey thought the ordeal was
over, she was pulled in front of the curtain to take her bow, then a second
bow, then a third.  Finally she was allowed to go to her dressing room and
get her clothes. June was pleased with the results.  Stacey was thoroughly
embarrassed and June was commended by the director for her quick thinking.
She also found herself strangely aroused.  Seeing Stacev -(TM)s humiliation
had excited her like never before, and she wanted more.  She would get more
as that scene was posted on the internet for the world to see, quickly
going viral and getting the most hits for two months straight.  After that,
Stacey didn -(TM)t see much point in hiding her body, and June (unbeknownst
to her family) set up a website where the world could see all videos of
Stacey -(TM)s nude escapades.  She charged $10 a month per subscription and
was gonna be set when it was time to go to college.



   Part 12

   Since neither girl had work the next day, Izzy let them sleep in.  When
they awoke around eleven, they found her out by the pool doing some nude
sunbathing.  Since both girls were still naked, they decided to join her.
After baking for a while, all three decided to get in the pool to cool off.
Stacey had never swam nude before, it took forever to get her parents to
accept bikinis.  She asked if she could come over for a swim more often. As
they were lounging in the pool, Stacey -(TM)s mother arrived to pick her
up. Her name was Angela.  She was about the same height as Izzy, with black
hair with a few gray streaks pulled back into a bun.  She wore horn-rimmed
glasses, brown business attire with matching brown skirt and white blouse,
and black flats.  No but her husband knew that her attire hid a smoking
body.  Stacey had definitely gotten her nice butt and DDs from her mom. She
knocked on the door which they could hear in the back yard (she had a loud
cop-knock), and Izzy yelled that they were around back.  Initially, when
she saw them, she didn -(TM)t notice their attire.  She knew from past
encounters that Izzy liked to show her body, so she figured that they had
loaned her daughter a suit and they were all wearing those little bikinis
that Stacey liked so much.  She didn -(TM)t approve and was sure it was
Izzy -(TM)s influence on her daughter, but tried to remain cordial for the
sake of their daughters. It wasn -(TM)t until Stacey had walked into the
shallow end to get to the stairs that Angela realized that her daughter was
topless.  She gasped and said,  -�Stacey, where is the rest of your suit?
-� to which Stacey replied,  -�What suit? -� It finally dawned on her that
her daughter was swimming completely naked, and that the others were naked
as well. In anger and embarrassment, she charged toward them to get her
daughter but failed to notice the pool skimmer.  She slipped and her
forward momentum took her into the pool.  All the girls were laughing and
Izzy whispered an idea to Donna.  As Stacey helped her drenched mother out
of the pool, Izzy came up to her and said,  -�Oh my, we need to get you out
of those wet clothes before you catch a cold. -� Before Angela could speak,
Donna and Izzy went to work undoing and peeling of her clothes.  Beneath
her outer clothing, she wore a full white bra (functional but definitely
not flattering), a half-slip and  -�granny panties -� of which she was also
stripped.  There she stood by the pool wearing only her glasses (her shoes
were still in the pool so Stacey dove in and retrieved then), and in Donna
-(TM)s head the song  -�Stacy -(TM)s Mom -� by Fountains of Wayne kept
playing. For someone who didn -(TM)t show of her body, she certainly kept
it in awesome shape.  Her butt was tone without any  -�cottage cheese -�.
Her stomach, while not a six-pack, was flat and tone.  Her breasts were
round and firm and didn -(TM)t sag, probably from rarely going without
support for very long.  Donna began to wonder how women in this family didn
-(TM)t have back problems.  Her skin was very pale, showing no signs of
tanning, and her bush was trimmed into a neat inverted triangle that looked
like an arrow pointing to her pussy.  Apparently, her husband liked her
neatly trimmed because Donna was sure Angela didn -(TM)t trim for her own
tastes. Once Angela came to her senses, she dove into the pool for the
cover that the water provided.  She then handed Stacey her glasses and
hairpins as she took down her already ruined bun hairdo.  She did not need
the glasses for anything but reading, but her husband had a thing about
women wearing glasses and she liked them because she thought that they made
her look smart.  Donna thought that Angela looked even better with her hair
down and wondered why she seemingly tried so hard to hide her beauty.  Izzy
was surprised as well.  She expected to find a pudgy woman with  -�junk in
her trunk -�, not the gorgeous woman she saw now hiding in her pool. For
Angela, the answer was simple.  She kept in shape for her health and her
husband -(TM)s pleasure.  She believed that her body was a temple, and in
her sex life was her husband -(TM)s just as his was for her.  She didn
-(TM)t show off her body, because she deeply loved her husband and his was
the only attention she wanted.  She just couldn -(TM)t understand her
children.  Stacey seemed to be ambivalent and June seemed to try to strip
and embarrass her sister at every opportunity.  If this kept up, Angela was
afraid that Stacey would become a nudist and June some kind of sadistic
voyeur enjoying other -(TM)s misfortune and embarrassment. Donna and Stacey
got back in the pool to keep Angela company.  They both told her how
awesome she looked and asked for workout tips to try to lessen her
discomfort.  Donna thought stripping her was funny at first, but could see
the distress on her face and now just wanted to comfort her.  Stacey just
couldn -(TM)t take her eyes off of her mom.  Who knew her mom was such a
hottie. After about 40 minutes, Izzy came out (still nude) carrying two
towels, Angela -(TM)s clothes, and a new summer dress that Donna had
bought. It would be tight, but it should cover Stacey enough for a ride
home.  It was tight in the chest and barely covered her butt and pussy, but
she was covered.  Angela was dismayed to find that Izzy had misplaced (on
purpose) her undergarments.  Izzy offered to go look for them while Angela
hung out naked in or by the pool, but Angela just wanted to be covered and
go home.  She had gotten her fill of nudity for a good long while.  Stacey
couldn -(TM)t wait to get home and tell June about this.  She would be so
upset that she missed it.



   Part 13