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 ï>¿Persuading His Wife by rd75000

   Her husband encourages Megan to wear a revealing costume.

   Jonathan Kolb took great pride in his wife's appearance.  He was one of
those people who not only didn't resent other men looking at his wife, he
derived genuine pleasure from the idea that others would envy him for being
in the company of such a woman.  After all, he would think to himself,
Megan has chosen to be with me and not them.  He was also proud of her
success at work, where she was part of the development team at BetterWorld,
a leading charitable organization.

   When they first met in college, Megan had been quiet and somewhat
withdrawn and that, combined with her obvious intelligence, often gave the
impression of being standoffish and a bit of a snob.  But Jonathan, a
popular student athlete on campus with an outgoing personality, had always
seen through that.  When they first started dating, he helped to draw her
out and make her more comfortable in large groups of people.  With his
natural athleticism, he sparked a greater interest on Megan's part in
exercise and physical activity, and over the eight that years that they'd
been together, she'd slim down to her current 130 pounds, working hard to
keep her 36-25-35 inch figure in shape.

   Jon was now a senior art director at an important advertising agency,
and as such he understood how to persuade people to do things, and he knew
that sex sells.  And although his wife often seemed bashful about
acknowledging her beauty, Jon would point out that her good looks, and
especially her 34DD cup breasts, were undoubtedly factors in her landing a
job as a fundraiser at a non-profit.  Trained as an accountant, she had
grown bored with working all day with numbers.  She wanted to help make
things better in the future, and when she learned of the position at
BetterWorld that combined finance and public relations, she jumped at the
chance.  Over time Megan grew more comfortable with the idea that she
needed to "turn on the charm" when convincing prospective donors to
contribute and began to discover that she enjoyed the interaction with
people and the attention that her good looks invariably garnered.

   Now, for any nonprofit, the single most important aspect of anyone's job
is to bring in the money needed to support the various goals of the
organization.  And Megan Kolb was very good at her job.  So, when the
development team assembled in early January to plan an event to kick off
that year's fundraising campaign, and the CEO Scott Marston suggested a
costume party to be held around the time of Mardi Gras, Megan knew that she
along with the rest of her team were expected to take the lead in making
the event a memorable one.

   "Well, I can't say I have a lot to add to Scott's idea," she confided to
Kayla, one of her colleagues on the development team and best friend at
work, after the CEO left the room.  "You know, I've never actually even
been to one myself."

   "You haven't?" her friend said, somewhat surprised that someone as
attractive as Megan had never attended a costume party, at least during her
college years.  "Never dressed up as sexy nurse or naughty school girl? 
It's a great way to be a little creative, and it's amazing how differently
people treat you when you're in a costume.  I think you'll love it."

   "Don't get me wrong.  I understand Scott's logic in getting the donors
and the Trustees together for a celebration, and I can see why the whole
idea of dressing up could get them to think and act in ways they don't
normally behave.  I'd just prefer to limit my role to going around and
encouraging them to sign the big checks!" she said with a smile.

   "And that's what we'll all be doing," Kayla nodded.  "But I would
think," she said, pointedly looking up and down the shapely blonde's body,
"that with the right costume, you'll find it a whole lot easier to persuade
them to sign those checks."

   "Now you're sounding just like Jon," she replied, then paused.  "So, is
that what you're going to do?"

   "Absolutely," her friend nodded.  "I think that's the whole point of a
costume party.  It gives you the chance to dress in a way you would never
dare to otherwise, especially at work, "she added with a chuckle.  "I'm
already thinking of wearing this dress I bought when Patrick and I went on
our first cruise right after we were married.  It has a thigh-high slit and
it's practically backless.  I just have to make up some lame explanation of
who I'm dressed as."

   Sydney, the young assistant on the development team, had been sitting on
the other side of Kayla and eavesdropping on their conversation.  "Sounds
like Jessica Rabbit," she chimed in.

   "The cartoon character, right?" Kayla asked, turning slowly to face Syd.
"I remember my parents showing us that movie when we were kids.  That's not
a bad idea." She paused, and then asked the assistant, "And how about you,
are you okay about dressing up?"

   "Can't wait," the young woman exclaimed.  "We did stuff like that at our
sorority all the time," she added.  "In fact, I think I've got a devil's
costume packed away somewhere that I could wear."

   "And you know," Kayla continued, "I could probably find an inexpensive
red wig somewhere and," gesturing discreetly to her B-cup breasts, "some
sort of push-up bra to accentuate these little puppies."

   At first Megan had been somewhat disconcerted by the entire
conversation, but the matter-of-fact manner in which her two colleagues
discussed possible costumes was having the effect of getting her excited
about the entire enterprise.

   "Yeah, and I'll have to make sure I exercise a little more often,"
Sydney said with a laugh.  "My devil outfit is really just a tight jumpsuit
with a tail on the backside and a pitchfork, but it's kind of clingy, if
you know what I mean."

   "Not the sort of thing we'd normally wear to work," Kayla added, making
the comment as much for Megan's sake as Sydney's.  "But as long as you're
comfortable with it, you should definitely go for it." Then, turning to her
friend, she continued, "You know, we could really have some fun with the
whole thing." She paused, and then added, "So let's see, what we can come
up with for you?"

   "Well, if partners and spouses are invited, I'm guessing Jon will have
some ideas," she said with a faraway smile.  On multiple occasions, she had
noticed the pleasure Jon took in having her wearing some slightly revealing
outfit when they were out in public, and she realized that this could very
well be one of those situations.

   Kayla nodded.  "I'm sure they'll be included.  Scott likes to foster the
idea that we're all one big happy family." Then, having been in a number of
social situations with Jon and Megan and observed her husband's reaction
when people commented on the blonde's looks, she added, "And you should
definitely tell your hubby to text me so we can consult on costumes.  After
all, he's the creative one in your house," she teased her friend.

   "I guess you're right," Megan conceded.  "Plus, I'll make him come up
with some sort of matching costumes.  There's no way I'm doing this alone!"

   "Don't worry about flying solo on this," Kayla reassured her.  "Syd,
Eric and I will be right by your side."

   *****

   That night at home, Jon asked how work had been, and naturally enough
Megan mentioned Scott's plans for a costume party.  His eyes immediately
lit up.

   "That's a fantastic idea," he responded enthusiastically.  "And partners
are included, eh?  That sounds ideal."

   "Ideal for what?" Megan asked.  "Are you going to suggest I go dressed
up as something crazy?"

   "Not crazy, hun.  But definitely a little daring," her husband answered,
doing his best to keep the excitement he was feeling out of his voice.

   "Jon!" she protested, trying to mask the fact that ever since her
discussion with Kayla, she had been fantasizing about just what Jon might
suggest.

   "Well after all," he explained, "if you're supposed to be encouraging
donors to cough up some big bucks at this affair, something a bit naughty
might be just the thing to help to convince them." Sensing his wife might
still be uncertain, he continued.  "Trust me on this, Meg.  After all, I do
work in advertising, you know."

   In fact, the same exact thought had occurred to her and Kayla hours ago,
but for some reason she was pleased that her husband had offered this
rationale himself.  Trying her best to look as if she were being
reluctantly persuaded by the logic of his argument, she glanced demurely at
him and said, "Well, when you put it look like that...."

   "Then it's settled," Jon immediately replied, eager to get Megan on
record as agreeing to go along with his suggestions.

   "You know," Megan offered, "you might want to get in touch with Kayla
about this.  She was at the meeting with Scott and she's really excited
about the whole idea.  She seems to know all about these costume parties,
so maybe you can coordinate the whole thing with her."

   Jon already had several ideas in mind, and he was somewhat suspicious
about why Megan would want to involve a friend from work in their planning.
At the same time, he had met Kayla and her husband Patrick on several
occasions and gotten along really well with them.  And as he thought about
it, he realized that having his wife's work colleague partnering with him
on this would probably help.  Cautiously, he replied, "Sure, why not."

   Somewhat surprising to herself, Megan found that she was relieved by the
way their conversation had unfolded.  In her mind, she had already decided
she wanted to follow through on the idea of dressing somewhat daringly. 
But she also knew that her conservative instincts might cause her to second
guess any decision and back out at the last minute.  But now, with her
husband and her colleagues working together, she would be getting just the
encouragement she needed.  Knowing that this represented the point of no
return, she took a deep breath and went on.

   "Let me give you Kayla's number so you can text her.  She already was
talking about going as Jessica Rabbit, so I suspect she's got the same take
on this affair as you."

   Pleased by this additional information, Jon smiled and nodded.  "Sounds
like she and I are on the same page." He gave Megan a big hug, saying,
"This will be a lot of fun.  Just relax and leave everything to me and
Kayla.  I'm sure you're gonna love what we come up with."

   "That's kind of what I'm afraid of," she responded, as she leaned
against Jon's chest.  And then, becoming aware of how obviously aroused Jon
had become, she reached down and started to unzip Jon's pants.  "After all,
there may be some other benefits to this plan," she thought to herself as
she began to slowly stroke his already semi-erect cock.

   Part 2: The costume

   Thanks to the distraction of Meg's hands and mouth and one of the best
nights the two of them had shared in months, Jon hadn't given another
thought that evening to the costume party.  But driving to work the next
day, he found his mind drifting back to the choice of an outfit for his
wife.  For some reason, he recalled pictures that Andrew, one of the young
assistants at his office, had shared several months earlier after returning
from a Comic Con convention.  The shots featured various attendees dressed
up as favorite comic book, film, and video game characters, and not
surprisingly, the young man's selection had heavily emphasized women in
revealing outfits --Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Princess Leia slave girl
apparently being his personal favorites.

   So as he soon as he arrived at the office, he asked Andrew if he still
had some of those shots on his phone, and over a cup of coffee they
scrolled through several dozen pictures.  One immediately got Jon's
attention, in part because it showed a couple in costumes with the guy
wearing some sort of outfit that closely matched his old karate robe.  But
more importantly, the young woman was a stunning blonde with pigtails, full
breasts, and wide curvy hips on full display in a bright green bodysuit.

   "Hey, that one," Jon said, pointing to the image.  "They're some sort of
video game characters, right?"

   "Good guess, boss," the assistant nodded.  "That's Cammy street fighter,
and the dude with her is supposed to be Ryu."

   It was clear his costume would be easy to pull together, but Jon had no
idea how to assemble the woman's costume.  So, he starting searching for
street fighter costumes, and almost immediately a number of possibilities
popped up.  Some were in blue.  some in green, but all closely matched the
outfit that the girl in Andrew's picture was wearing.

   "Cammy White?" he asked his assistant, who nodded.

   "Yep, definitely a badass.  You never played the game?"

   "Not that I remember.  Besides, I was more of a movie guy so Princess
Leia was my ideal," he said with a low chuckle, thinking that wouldn't be a
bad choice for his wife either.  "But thanks, Andrew.  This has definitely
given me some ideas for a costume party we're supposed to go to."

   "You and your wife?" Andrew asked with considerable interest, having
seen Megan a couple of times in the office visiting Jon.  When his boss
nodded, Andrew let out a low whistle, turned and walked away as he muttered
under his breath, "I'd pay to see that."

   As he continued looking online, Jon found a number of places that sold
the complete outfit, along with appropriate gloves, weapons, boots, and a
blonde wig with pigtails.  Initially he hadn't thought about a different
hair style for Megan, but knowing that her current short crop pixie cut
could easily accommodate it, he decided that a wig would be a useful part
of any costume.  It might allow her to get more into the character of
Cammy, adopting the mindset of being someone completely different from
herself.

   Scrolling through the pictures of the Street Fighter costumes, he
realized that getting his wife to dress this way was going to require some
persuasion on his part.  Cammy's green bodysuit was like a leotard someone
might wear doing gymnastics but cut very high above the top of the wearer's
hips.  This meant that the fabric narrowed dramatically as it approached
the juncture of the thighs, exposing a great deal of skin on both sides of
the green material.  And although most images online were showing the front
of the model, the one rear view Jon found confirmed that most if not all of
his wife's ass would be on display.

   Having selected a specific website that sold the Cammy costume, he
texted Kayla.  Explaining that Megan had suggested that she might be able
to help him select his wife's costume, he said he was hoping to discuss the
situation with Kayla.  He didn't hear back from her until the very end of
the day.  After offering her apology for the delayed response and the
explanation that things had been particularly hectic at work, she indicated
that she'd be happy to help him out.  They agreed to get in touch that
night from home.

   Over the course of the evening, chiefly when his wife was out of the
room or not paying attention, Jon exchanged texts with Kayla.  They both
agreed that Megan might be resistant to wearing anything too revealing, so
they needed to emphasize that their costumes would help the development
team reach their money-raising goals for the night.  And once Kayla
confirmed that she would be dressing as Jessica Rabbit, Jon was certain he
had a natural ally in this campaign to move his wife outside of her comfort
zone.  Saying that he had already come up a possibility, he proceeded to
send a link to the costume with the suggestion that he and Megan go as
Cammy and Ryu.

   In a matter of minutes, he got a reply.  "Patrick and I agree this is
perfect.  In fact, hubby says he wishes he had thought of it for me, but I
think the honor should go to Megan.  Besides, I've already ordered a red
wig!"

   So, with Kayla on board, Jon selected the appropriate accessories to go
with the costume and proceeded to order them online.  They agreed to have
them sent to Kayla so she could take the lead in making sure everything fit
properly and advising Megan on the type of undergarments that would be
needed with the bodysuit.  Jon, at least, was certain that no pair of
panties he had ever seen Megan wear would work with the Cammy outfit.

   Furthermore, Kayla added with a certain degree of pleasure, that it
would be best not let Megan see the actual costume until it was too late to
back out.  "If we're going to make our goal for the night," she reminded
Jon, "we need our girl wearing something other than one of her usual
dresses." This, of course, matched Jon's thinking precisely.  After all, if
the costume was sent to their house and sat around for days before the
party, it gave his wife time to reconsider and possibly choose something
else.

   That was on a Friday night, but Jon waited until Sunday evening to
provide his wife with a full update.  He had, he explained, with Kayla's
blessing, settled on the idea they'd dress up as characters from a video
game.  He'd be able to wear his old white karate pants and top, and he had
already purchased a few accessories for himself online.  At the same time,
he had ordered a costume for Megan and had it shipped directly to Kayla. 
"We thought," he explained, "she could help you try it on and decide what
else to wear with it.  You know, that sort of thing."

   Although she was growing more and more comfortable with the idea that
Jon wanted to show her off to people, this was still going to be a work
event with many of her colleagues in attendance.  "I'm really glad," she
replied, "that you're working with Kayla on this.  She totally understands
what our goals are for this event, so I know she'll keep things from
getting out of hand.  God knows," she said teasingly, "what you'd do if
left to your own devices.  You'd probably have us go as Adam and Eve!"

   "Now, why didn't I think of that," Jon laughed.  But it was only later
that he began to wonder if he had missed an opportunity.  As the couple
cuddled together in bed, he found himself imaging what it might be like to
someday display his wife fully nude to other people.  He sighed as he
wrapped his arms around the sleeping Megan, satisfied at least for now.  In
less than two weeks, he thought, his wife would be dressed in a costume
that proudly displayed most of her luscious ass to dozens of her colleagues
and donors.

   When Megan talked to Kayla the next day at work, her friend provided her
with more details about the costume.  "It's called Cammy Street Fighter,
and it's essentially a one piece bathing suit," she explained, searching on
her computer for pictures on her computer of the specific outfit Jon had
ordered for her.

   When Kayla typed in the search term, the first images were of an
exaggerated animated figure with huge muscular thighs, arms of a body
builder, and lots of weapons.  Then, when she narrowed the search by
selecting shopping, row after row of costumes popped up, all worn by large
breasted young blondes wearing extremely high cut green leotards.  In a
sense Kayla was right -- she would be wearing something very much like a
bathing suit, if you didn't mind exposing most of your butt when you went
to the beach.

   Not sure of how to respond to her friend, Megan simply stated with a
completely straight face, "You know my hair isn't long enough for
pigtails."

   "And I'm not a redhead," Kayla immediately replied.  "That's going to be
half the fun of it."

   "And I think I can see what the other half is going to be," Megan
answered with a chuckle, clicking on a picture that showed the rear view of
a model wearing the Cammy outfit.

   "Not what you'd normally wear to the office," her friend said with a
smile, "but it's entirely appropriate for a costume party.  Besides,
Patrick played the video game as a kid and he said this Cammy is, in his
words, a totally awesome kickass bitch."

   They both looked at each other and laughed.  "I know," Kayla said,
rolling her eyes at her husband's description, "guys have such a way with
words.  But he says she's one of the most powerful characters in the whole
Street Fighter universe," and then shook her head after a brief pause,
"whatever that means!"

   "I'm not sure about a fighter universe, but I guess with your Jessica
Rabbit outfit and this Cammy costume, if the goal is to draw attention to
ourselves and help with the fundraising," Megan acknowledged with just a
hint of a smile, "I think we'll succeed.  And," she added, "probably make
our husbands very happy."

   Reflecting on the differences in their outfits, Kayla couldn't help but
say to herself, "Especially Jon."

   *****

   Over the next few days, whenever Megan thought about the party, her mood
alternated between excitement and terror.  But as time went by, she
realized that excitement was winning out, and she became more and intrigued
by the idea of being the center of attention and increasingly curious about
how it would all play out.  And that sensation was heightened every time
she reflected on the fact that her husband was obviously looking forward to
being there to witness the entire evening.

   So, she was genuinely pleased on Saturday morning when she received a
text from Kayla inviting her to drop by that day.  "When I got home from
work last night, the package with your costume was here.  So do you want to
stop over and try it on?"

   "Sometime today work for you?" Megan replied.

   "Sooner the better" popped up within seconds on her phone.  "Patrick
will be around this morning and he's eager to be here when you stop by."

   In addition to seeing Patrick numerous times when he'd visited his wife
at their office, Megan had always enjoyed getting together with the couple
outside of work.  Consequently she'd grown very comfortable in Pat's
presence and it seemed very natural for him to want to check her out in the
Cammy outfit.  "See me, or see my costume," with an emoji showing a tongue
sticking on.

   "Both!" her friend exclaimed.  "So, be here around 11?"

   A few hearts and hugs emojis were exchanged, and Megan decided to grab a
quick shower before heading over to their place.

   Kayla greeted her at the front door and almost immediately led her into
the bedroom where Megan could see something resembling a gymnast's leotard
spread out on the bed.  "Well," her friend began, pointing to the bright
green garment, "I just took a close look and it's cut a little higher than
I realized.  There were a bunch of these listed on line but this is the one
your husband ordered.  What do you think?"

   The blonde held it up and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.  On
top, it had a high neck with a short zipper in the back, but from the waist
down, the outfit wasn't much more than a thong.  Unlike a leotard or
bathing suit with a solid strip of fabric in the crotch, the bodysuit was
designed to be pulled over her head and fastened between the legs.  But the
green material was so narrow at that point that there was space for only
three tiny snaps all squeezed together.

   "Wow, I hope these hold," was all Megan could manage at first as she
fingered the snaps at the bottom of the costume.  She then flipped it over
and confirmed that the outfit was cut so high on the back that it would
ride up over her hip bones and expose most of her ass.  "I mean, is this
going to cover any part of my butt," she exclaimed.

   "Umm, probably not," Kayla replied as her friend's face reddened.  "Hey,
but at least it's a high neck so you won't be showing any cleavage."

   "But tight enough that my boobs are going to stick out a mile.  That
will make Jon happy," the blonde thought to herself as she realized how the
stretchy fabric would cling to her DD cups.

   "So, why not try it on and see what you think," Kayla continued, as she
picked the costume.  The blonde hardly dared to admit it to herself, and
she certainly wasn't going to say it out to loud to her friend, but she was
actually eager to see what she looked like in it.  Trying to maintain the
appearance of being somewhat reluctant, she hesitated a few seconds and
said, "Well, since it's here, I guess I might as well give it a try."

   Suppressing a bit of a grin, Kayla simply nodded and said, "Why not?"

   Megan slowly stripped off her jeans and top, slipped off her sneakers,
and pulled the green bodysuit over her head.  She had worked it halfway
down her hips when she stopped, both girls realizing that there was no way
she could wear her panties under it.  Glancing down at them, Megan did a
little bit of a shrug and said with a smile, "I think I gotta take these
off for now."

   "'Fraid so," Kayla replied, holding out her hand to take the panties
from Megan as the blonde quickly stepped out of them.

   Over the last couple of years as Megan had gotten more comfortable
wearing bikinis in the summer, she had begun grooming her pubic hair,
settling on a neatly trimmed triangle that managed to cover her lady parts
without being visible at the beach.  But as she tugged on the front and
back ends of the bodysuit, working the fabric between her thighs and
snapping the two ends together, it became obvious that a little more
trimming was going to be needed.

   "Oh my god," her friend exclaimed.  "That is amazing.  You so rock that
outfit."

   Megan stared almost in disbelief at her image in the mirror.  Without
any panties, the narrow slip of green in the front just managed to cover
her mound.  Even after adjusting the material across her crotch, light
tufts of hair could still be seen peeking out on the sides.  From the
front, her hips were fully visible, with the fabric only starting to curve
around to her back at a point roughly in line with her belly button.  And
when she turned and looked over her shoulder at the mirror, her jaw
dropped.

   The fabric at the bottom of the bodysuit had completely vanished into
her butt crack, emerging only at the top of her ass, eventually to curve
over the tops of her hips.  But it was almost like she was naked from the
waist down.

   The two friends turned to look at each other, their mouths wide open. 
It seemed like a full minute standing that way before they both
simultaneously broke out in loud laughter.

   "What the fuck," said Megan, "I can't even wear a thong under that!"

   Just then there was a knock on the door, and Pat started to open it. 
"Hey ladies, I heard screaming.  Is everything okay?"

   "Patrick," Kayla blurted out, "you can't come in here," but the damage
was already done.  He was now standing in the open doorway staring at
Meghan.

   "That is absolutely amazing," he practically shouted, unable to take his
eyes off of her butt.  And when Megan turned to face him, blushing
furiously, he staggered backward and clutched at his chest as if he were
having a heart attack.  "You're killing me," he said playfully.

   "Come on, knock it off," Kayla scolded him.  "You're not really making
this any easier for her."

   "Hey, that's okay," the blonde replied, trying to regain her composure.
Pat's reaction had merely confirmed what she already knew, that wearing
this costume at the party was going to be totally unexpected and get quite
a response.  And, if the goal was to encourage large donations, especially
from some of the men, it looked like Cammy Street Fighter might get the
desired results.

   "I mean, I already told Kayla that I'd go along with this, so I don't
think I can back out now.  And if it's not exactly what you were
expecting," she said trying to maintain a straight face, "then maybe it
will surprise some other people as well."

   Kayla continued looking at her friend, and then with a chuckle, added,
"You don't mean your darling husband, do you Megan?"

   "Well," she responded.  "I do like to please him," she answered with a
wink.  "But that's not exactly what I was getting at.  After all, he picked
out this outfit."

   "I think," Patrick interjected, having recovered enough that he could
speak in complete sentences, "that Megan's suggesting that I'm a bit of a
guinea pig here.  And if I had that reaction, how do you think your
precious donors will respond?"

   The two women nodded in agreement, and Megan continued.  "Now, don't you
think I should try on the rest of the outfit before we make any final
decision?"

   Kayla pointed to some elbow-length fingerless gloves, a beret, and socks
that were already spread out on the bed, their red color contrasting
vividly with the green bodysuit.  But she began by handing her friend a
blonde wig with long pigtails down each side.  "You can start with this,"
she suggested, "and I'll I get out the other stuff that goes with the
costume."

   She began by pulling out a pair of black suede ankle-high booties with a
six-inch chunky heel and holding one up for Megan's inspection.  "I think
Cammy normally wears military lace-up boots but these seem a little more
stylish, considering the occasion.  And," thinking of her five and a half
foot friend in the boots, she added, "the extra inches will be great."

   "Makes sense," Megan replied as she fit the wig over her short bobbed
hair and tucked in some loose strands.  "They say taller people
instinctively command attention, so maybe the donors will sign checks for
the amounts I suggest!  And what's in that box?" she asked, pointing to the
final package on the bed.

   "Should be Cammy's pistol holder," Patrick chimed in, as he proceeded to
rip open the box and pick up a black Velcro-strapped holster with a plastic
gun and knife sticking out of it.  "Yep, that's what it is."

   "You see," Kayla said with a comical sense of exasperation, "another
indication of my husband's misspent teen years," and both women chuckled.

   "So which arm do I put it around it?" the now pig-tailed blonde asked.
"Is it worn like a blood pressure cuff at the doctor's office?"

   "Oh come on Megan," Pat said teasingly.  "How are you gonna get to your
weapons quickly that way.  You're right-handed, aren't you," and she nodded
in reply.  "Then right thigh, like a garter."

   She strapped the holster in place, then sat down to put on the socks and
boots before sliding on the gloves.  Standing up, she looked into Kayla's
mirror and placed the beret on her head.  "So, what do you guys think?"

   "Unbelievable," said Patrick in genuine admiration, "although I can
still see part of your bra."

   Kayla went over to inspect her friend more closely, looking around the
sleeveless top of the leotard.  "Yep, you'll definitely need something
different under this for sure.  And," she added as her eyes travelled to
the bottom of the bodysuit, "we'll need to do some work down there."

   Megan chuckled softly.  "Yeah, I already decided I'm going to have to do
some trimming." In spite of Patrick's presence in the room -- or may be
because of it -- she ran her finger along the outside of green fabric
stretched between her legs and over the light wispy curls sticking out of
the costume.

   "A nice landing strip should do the trick.  That, and a C-string."

   "What is a C-string?"Megan replied.

   In response to that comment, Kayla went to her dresser drawer and pulled
out a narrow, u-shaped piece of fabric that resembled a g-string but
without the straps on the side.  "Looks like this," she said, handing it
off to her friend.

   Megan carefully inspected the black lace triangle in the front, then ran
her fingers along the cloth covered metal wiring that tapered off to a
narrow rounded end four or five inches from the triangle.  Having been the
center of attention as she tried on the costume in front of her friends,
she was now happy to turn the tables a bit by teasing them.  She held up
the c-string, and asked with a chuckle, "Oh, so this is something the two
of you enjoy?"

   "Actually, I think it's weird," Pat said, "but I can see that it would
work with your outfit." He paused, and then decided to push his luck. 
"Although personally, I always encourage Kayla to just go commando."

   "I'll bet you do," Megan said with a full-throated laugh.

   But her friend just shook her head.  "Besides, Patrick, this is a
professional fundraising event we're running.  Now," she said, motioning
him to the door, "get out of here.  The show's over!"

   She practically pushed him out of the bedroom, closing the door behind
him, and with a shrug of the shoulders, simply said "Men!" Megan made it
clear that no explanation or apology was needed and instead asked for more
details about c-strings.

   "Well, it just kind of slides in between your legs and the wire holds it
in place.  I heard someone describe it as a snap-on bracelet for your vag!"
and both girls chuckled.  "But honestly," Kayla continued, "mine is so
uncomfortable that I never wear it anymore.  Instead I just wear a thong
and to hell with any visible lines.  But," she concluded with a wink, "that
is definitely not a workable option for you."

   "Sounds like I'll have to get one and try," Megan acknowledged as she
continued to finger the narrow strip of green spandex covering her pussy.
"At least there's some lining down there."

   "Oh, and I almost forgot," Kayla said, retreating to her closet and
grabbing a pair of pants that were on a hanger.  "You'll need these cargo
pants to go with the Cammy costume," she added, "unless you want to ride
all the way to the event and back dressed like that."

   "I think I'd prefer to have something covering my butt as long as
possible," Megan acknowledged, "especially if it's chilly out that night."

   "And don't worry," her friend explained, fingering the drawstring at the
front of the pants, it's definitely a loose fit, so they'll be easy to get
on and off."

   Megan flashed a brief smile.  "Oh, good.  It would be terrible if I
couldn't get my pants off in front of all the donors," she replied
sarcastically.

   Now it was Kayla's turn to smile, looking at her friend standing there
with her ass cheeks totally on display and the narrow green fabric barely
covering her in the front.  "I'm just glad you're on board with all of
this. And besides what this means for the fundraising campaign," she paused
for just a moment, "I get the sense that it's important to Jon as well."

   "Yeah," Megan nodded, grateful to have the opportunity to talk frankly
about her husband's interest in showing her off to other people.  "I don't
think I'd ever do this on my own, but I've sort of realized that I don't
mind him, well, how should I put it..."

   "Persuading you?" her friend suggested.  And when she saw Megan nod in
agreement, she continued, "Yeah, there's a bit of that in Patrick too," she
added.  "I just make sure he understands that I can say no."

   "Oh," Megan quickly replied, hoping that Kayla wasn't implying that she
was being forced into doing something she didn't want to do, "I absolutely
know that about Jon as well.  I would never be with him if I thought that
even for a moment."

   "Good," her friend said, holding her hand.

   "Let's just say that maybe I'm the kind of girl who needs to be
encouraged sometimes," she said, hoping she wasn't blushing at the truth of
what she was revealing.

   Kayla seemed relieved that she had been able to speak so candidly to her
friend.  With a sigh, she said, "I guess we're all set then.  So, let's
order that C-string and you can take this all home with you now."

   "Sounds good," Megan said.  She peeled off the bodysuit, and her friend
packed up the various pieces of the costume as the blonde pulled back on
her panties, jeans, and top.

   "Boots, socks, gloves, garter holster, leotard, wig and beret...you're
all set," Kayla said, handing the bundle to her friend.

   "And let's not forget the cargo pants," Megan said adding them to bag
full of clothes and placed them on Kayla's bed.  "But for now, I'd like to
leave everything here with you." She smiled and with a bit of laugh added,
"I think I'll make Jon wait as long as possible before he gets to see Cammy
Street Fighter."

   The Party

   As the Saturday night fundraising gala drew nearer, Megan found her mood
fluctuating between a panicky sense of "I can't possibly go through with
this" to a genuine thrill at the idea of being seen in such a revealing
costume.  But each night Jon was there to encourage her, and during the day
Kayla continued to work through the details of how she, Megan, and their
colleague Eric were going to ensure that they reached their dollar goal for
the evening.

   In addition to circulating throughout the course of the party and
talking to individual donors, the three of them had agreed to make a brief
presentation from the podium after dinner.  Scott, as CEO, would introduce
them, with the understanding that they'd take no more than ten minutes
total going over the various aspects of the current drive.  Kayla and Eric
would describe current and future activities supported by the organization,
and then Megan would speak to some of the more practical, dollars-and-cents
aspects of fundraising.

   Finally the big day arrived.  Megan had stopped by Kayla and Patrick's
place in the early afternoon to pick up her costume, getting a last minute
pep talk from her friend before returning home to dress up as Cammy for the
first time for Jon.  Alone in her bedroom, she stripped down to her panties
and positioned a strapless backless bra over her DD breasts, pressing
slightly to make sure the adhesive stuck to her skin.  The bra was
essentially two large cups fastened together in the middle, and from past
experience she knew that nothing would be visible regardless of how the
bodysuit was cut around her arms.  Equally important tonight, it would
provide the coverage she needed under the tightly stretched fabric of her
costume.

   Sliding her panties down her legs and stepping out of them, Megan
grabbed the c-string and gently pulled the front triangle away from the
curved tail, then awkwardly placed it between her thighs and moved it up to
cover her pussy.  She silently cursed Kayla for recommending this unusual
undergarment, until she began squeezing into the bodysuit and trying to
fasten the three snaps together at the bottom.  Even though the c-string
was definitely uncomfortable, she could see that nothing else could have
been worn under the costume.  Without it to provide some sort of covering,
it was very likely the tightly stretched green fabric would slip over the
course of the evening and reveal just a little too much.

   She took a few minutes to adjust the wig, and then, hearing Jon's
impatient calls from the living room, opened the bedroom to emerge in her
full Cammy regalia.  With the long pigtails, red gloves, holster strapped
to her inner thigh, and a bodysuit cut so high and tight in the crotch that
the few inches of fabric barely covered her nether lips, she seemed like a
completely different woman from the serious person who worked at a highly
respected nonprofit institution.

   Jon could barely contain his excitement and arousal, which she did
nothing to lessen by slowly pivoting around so he could see her entire ass
on display.  The sliver of green ran deep between her cheeks, emerging to
finally widen above her hips.  As she continued her spin, she paused and
put her arms to her sides so her husband could revel in the fact that her
legs and hips were fully exposed all the way up to her waist.

   "So, is this what you had in mind?" she asked her almost speechless
partner.

   "Oh, it's so much better than I could have imagined," the grateful
husband replied.  He took a few steps closer to Megan, and then, kneeling
in front of her, he first removed the holster and then undid the snaps
between her thighs.  The green spandex immediately sprung loose and
revealed the bottom part of the beige colored c-string.

   "Can we get rid of this silly thing for now?" he whispered, as his
fingers gently pulled at the lacy triangle.

   A warm feeling began spreading from deep inside her, a tingling
sensation radiating out from the delicate folds of skin beneath the
c-string.  She immediately reached under the unsnapped flaps of the
bodysuit and pulling down on the tail of the string, let it fall to the
floor.  Megan then placed both her hands on the top of Jon's head and
pressed him against her throbbing pussy.  Softly moaning as she felt his
tongue beginning to tease her, she closed her eyes, certain that allowing
Jon to choose her costume had been the right decision.

   As Jon buried his face deeper, he grew increasingly intoxicated by the
musky aroma of her womanhood.  Exploring her wetness, he used his tongue
first to lick slowly up and down her labia before moving on to tease her
clitoris with a flicking motion.  Megan's moaning grew louder as her legs
began to tremble and she started to grind against his open mouth,
encouraging his tongue to move lower, probing deeper inside her.  Without
waiting to be told, Jon moved his thumb over her most sensitive part and
started circling her engorged clit.

   It didn't take long for the first wave to sweep over Megan, her juices
coating his lips as his tongue felt the spasming of her muscles.  Her loud
cries of ecstasy caused Jon to look up at her, the green material bunched
below her breasts and her blissful smile partially obscured by the wig that
had started to come loose.  He could feel his cock growing harder as he
began to fantasize about Megan appearing just like this before her
colleagues, her costume falling off of her and her legs spread, shamelessly
displaying herself for total strangers.

   Jon slowly stood up and began to work his hands under the bodysuit until
he reached the strapless cups covering Megan's breasts and tried to get his
fingers under the adhesive material of her bra.

   "Here, let me help you get rid of this," Megan purred, her eyes barely
opened as she savored the warmth flowing throughout her body.  With one
easy motion, she pulled the cups of her strapless bra loose and dropped it
on the floor.

   Wasting no time, Jon guided his wife toward the sofa, gently bending her
over the back of the couch.  Now standing behind her, he reached around
with his hands and began massaging her near perfect orbs, pausing
occasionally to pinch and lightly pull on her nipples.  At the same time,
Megan spread her legs, teasing him with the view of her pussy lips visible
between her ass cheeks as he pressed against her, his throbbing dick easily
sliding into her moist chamber.  Rocking his hips first slowly, then
faster, he thrust deeper and deeper as her groans grew louder and louder.

   Looking over Megan's shoulder at their reflection in a mirror on far
side of the room, Jon was overcome by the sight of his wife with pieces of
an outfit scattered around her that, in just a few hours, she would be
wearing at her company's costume party.  With one final series of thrusts,
he exploded, shooting stream after stream of cum into her.  Megan responded
with a powerful clenching of her muscles, trying to capture his cock and
hold it inside of her as long as possible.

   Finally, Jon's strength gave out and he collapsed against her, both
laughing as they fell forward over the sofa together.  Wrapping his arms
around her as Megan turned around to face him, they embraced in a long and
passionate kiss, then lay quietly as they tried to recover their strength.

   After a few minutes, Megan seemed suddenly aware of the time and what
lay ahead of them for the evening.

   "Oh my god," she whispered, "I have to clean up and get back into this
thing," she said, finally pulling the bodysuit up over her head as she
stood completely naked before Jon.

   "You could go just like that," Jon said with genuine feeling.

   Megan could only stare wide-eyed at his suggestion, realizing for this
first time that he might actually be serious.  Finally, she simply replied,
"In your dreams, Johnny boy."

   Not to be completely deterred, he grabbed hold of the strapless bra that
was lying on the floor and tossed it to the far side of the room.  "Well,
for me, can you at least skip that?" he asked.  "It will save you a little
time getting ready," he added with a grin.

   In the afterglow of their lovemaking, Megan could only smile back and
slowly nod her head.  "Just for you," she said with a quick kiss, as she
retreated to the bathroom to redo her make-up and hair and put back on her
outfit.

   *****

   A few hours later, Megan, minus her strapless bra, was fully dressed in
her Cammy costume, including the cargo pants that covered her butt.  The
couple drove up to the fundraising venue and dropped their car with the
parking attendant.  The development team in conjunction with BetterWorld's
events planner had chosen the ballroom of a large hotel for the event, so
Megan knew exactly what to expect as she stepped inside the building.

   Megan turned to the left where she had agreed to meet with Kayla, Eric,
and their assistant Sydney before the other guests arrived.  Jon was left
in the company of Patrick and Marcus, Syd's date for the event, as the four
colleagues did a brief status check.  Then, the blonde excused herself to
head to the ladies room.  Alone inside the bathroom, she removed her cargo
pants and folded them carefully.  Opening the leather bag she had brought
along for the evening, she placed the garment in it and, retrieving the
final piece of her costume, she took the holster with fake knife and pistol
from the bag and strapped it to her right thigh.

   As she did one final check in the mirror to make sure her wig was in
place, Megan allowed her eyes to scan up and down her body.  Although she
had spent untold hours over the last few weeks thinking about how she was
going to dress for this party, she was still taken aback by her appearance.
Now, in the bright light of the women's room and without a bra on, she
could discern the faint outline of her areola and nipples through the
tightly stretched fabric of the bodysuit.  But, as she looked lower at the
vast expanse of her skin visible below her hips, she doubted that anybody
would really be staring at her boobs.  Taking a deep breath, and now
confident in the knowledge of just how much this all meant to her husband,
she felt ready to go.

   Emerging from the ladies room, she looked around at all the guests.  The
lobby had started to fill with people dressed in all sorts of costumes,
ranging from eighteenth century lords and ladies to space aliens and super
heroes.  Some were already drifting into the ballroom, where a large bar
had been set up just inside the entrance so guests could enjoy a few drinks
before the dinner was served.  But other than a few low-cut outfits worn by
some of the women, the only one close to wearing anything as daring as her
Megan was her colleague Kayla.

   Had the blonde not come dressed as Cammy Street Fighter, there was no
doubt that Kayla's Jessica Rabbit would have stolen the show.  Wearing the
long red wig and high heels that added three inches to her five foot ten
inch slender frame, she literally stood out in the crowd.  To add to that,
her black form-fitting gown was cut so low in the back that it needed a
small strap snapped together just below her waist to make sure the sides of
the dress stayed clinging to her sides.  The wide expanse of skin revealed
stopped just short of the top of her butt, and every step that Kayla took
seemed to tease the possibility that the top of her ass crack would come
into view.

   Megan paused to survey the room, remarking on the number of people who
were staring at her colleague or at least trying to steal a glance in her
direction.  Lost in thought, she suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her
that almost made her jump out of her skin.

   "Good evening, Megan," a deep baritone intoned, which she immediately
recognized as the CEO of the organization.  "Is that really you?" he
continued in a neutral tone.

   "Oh, hello Scott," she said spinning quickly around, realizing that her
boss had just been able to see her almost completely exposed ass.  But
facing him didn't really alter the situation very much, as the view from
the front was also pretty revealing.  Megan started to stammer.  "Uh, yes,
and I've just been...um...looking around for Jon."

   Perhaps it was his years of experience in keeping conversations going at
these sorts of events, but her boss immediately put her as ease by saying,
"I barely recognized you with those pigtails." He smiled good-naturedly and
continued, "And I've just been congratulating Kayla and Eric on tonight's
event.  I'm so pleased that all of you have embraced the idea of a costume
party."

   Megan nodded, but before she could come up with a suitable reply, Scott
noticed his wife signaling him, so he ambled off to join her and a group of
people.  At almost the same moment, Jon seemed to appear out of nowhere,
sidling next to her and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

   "There is no doubt that you are going to be the star of the evening," he
said with obvious pleasure.

   "You're terrible, Jon," she said with a grin.  "But I do feel like I
just survived my first test.  I managed to hold a conversation with my boss
with my entire rear end hanging out!"

   Her husband could barely contain his smile as he let his eyes roam up
and down her body.  "And if you're not careful, something else may slip
into view."

   "Oh, and wouldn't you like that," she said teasingly.

   "Of course I would," he replied, looking very pleased with himself.

   "You know sometimes I can't tell whether you're serious or not," Megan
answered.

   He took her hand and squeezed it tight.  "You know, I couldn't be more
proud of you tonight."

   "I know that," Megan said with a warm smile, as she looked around the
room.  "So, I think I'm ready now to meet the donors." And with that, the
two of them stepped through the doorway and into the ballroom where dozens
of people were already mingling, grabbing drinks and nibbling on hors
d'ouevres.

   Kayla and Patrick followed closely behind then, and the two couples
paused just inside the big room.  The women began to share a few quick
observations about the guests and who should approach each one.  Meanwhile,
the husbands had a chance to check out the costume the other man's wife was
wearing.  Despite having already seen Megan in her Cammy outfit, Patrick
did try to sneak in as many glances at her chest as he could, apparently in
an attempt to determine whether or not she had anything on under the
bodysuit.  For his part, Jon seemed to take a considerable amount of time
admiring Kayla's Jessica Rabbit, and in particular the display of cleavage
enhanced by the underwire bra she was wearing.

   "Okay, you two," Kayla called out, "show's over.  Meg and I have some
work to do." With that, the two women headed over to join Eric.  Dressed in
a toga that was considerably shorter than either one of them had expected,
he was already chatting with a group of six older women.  Motioning him to
the side, the three quickly confirmed their initial targets for the
evening. Then, Eric rejoined his female admirers while Megan went off in
one direction and Kayla in another, prepared to use their costumes to full
advantage for tonight's fundraiser.

   Over the next forty-five minutes, each woman diligently worked the room,
tracking down prospective donors and making the pitch for their support. 
After her first two encounters, Megan began to wonder if it was in fact a
mistake to be wearing such a revealing costume.  One couple made only a few
perfunctory remarks as she attempted to engage them in conversation before
quickly excusing themselves to get a drink.  Another possible donor,
someone she had met on multiple occasions, appeared not to recognize her in
the outfit and didn't respond as she attempted to say hello.

   Finally she cornered an older gentleman and introduced herself, only to
discover that in this case, her costume posed a different type of problem.
She could tell he was valiantly trying to focus on what she was saying as
they talked, but his eyes kept drifting downward.  And whenever she began
to steer the conversation toward the work BetterWorld was doing, he would
launch into some random anecdote about his younger days.  Finally,
desperate to find a way to politely wrap things up, she decided to try a
different approach.

   "Excuse me," Megan blurted out, "but I think my holster is starting to
slip a bit." With that she, bent over and handed him the plastic pistol
from the harness, undid the Velcro and then retightened it.  Looking up,
she could see he had suddenly become silent, staring intensely at the milky
white expanse of her inner thigh.

   "Um, could I have my gun back now?" she asked with a smile, and the
prospective donor awkwardly handed it to her.

   Deciding this was the moment to strike, Megan made the "official" ask,
suggesting a possible donation that in fact she had carefully calculated
during the last two weeks of preparation.

   Somewhat embarrassed by having been caught obviously enjoying the sight
of her legs, the now red-faced gentleman graciously conceded defeat and
agreed.

   "We have the pledge cards right over here," she said, taking him by the
arm and leading him to a table where Sydney was stationed for the evening.
Fortunately the assistant's red latex devil's costume proved to also be of
considerable interest to the donor, so it was an easy hand-off, and she
left the man filling out the paperwork confirming his gift.

   As Megan was crossing the room in search of another one of her targets,
Jon caught up with her, cocktail in hand.  "Tightening that strap around
your thigh was a nice trick," her husband said as he gave her the drink.

   "Oh, you noticed," Megan replied, pleased that her husband was keeping
his eye on her.

   "Looked like you were having trouble bringing the conversation to an
end," he remarked.

   "Yeah, I hadn't really anticipated that.  It seemed like he just wanted
to keep talking to me all night."

   "Who can blame him?" Jon said with pride.  "And I suppose it's not good
form to have me tag along for any of these chats, is it?"

   Megan shook her head no.

   "Still, if I can make a suggestion," he said with a grin, "you could try
this approach," and he whispered something in his wife's ear.

   "That sounds so ridiculous.  It can't believe it will work," she said
with a giggle.

   "Hey, I'm in advertising, remember?  Just give it a try." And with that
they parted ways as Megan approached her next prospective donor.

   A few minutes into that conversation, it was clear the same routine was
playing out -- the guy seemed perfectly content to stand there as long as
possible in the presence of a beautiful woman dressed in a very revealing
outfit.  "Well," Megan thought, "what do I have to lose?" as she decided to
use the line Jon had suggested.

   "Now, I'm sure you're eager to mingle with the other guests, so why
don't you and I make a deal.  We'd like you to donate," and here she
mentioned the amount that the team had identified as the desired target for
this individual, "and you'd probably like me to just turn around and walk
away." She smiled sweetly, "I'm happy to do that.  So I'm going to head
over to the table where our assistant has the pledge cards.  And you can
follow behind me whenever you feel like it," trying to give just a little
emphasis to the word "behind."

   With that, Megan turned around, took a couple of steps, then stopped and
looked back over her shoulder.  "I promise not to walk too fast so you
won't get lost," she said in an innocent voice.

   Encouraged by the sight of the green bodysuit that seemed to completely
disappear into Megan's butt crack, not to mention the view of her ass
cheeks swaying back and forth as she walked, the potential donor decided it
was time to head over to the table and sign a pledge card.  Keeping several
steps apart, the two of them made their way to the other side of the
ballroom, the man taking great pains not to quite catch up with her at any
point.

   Emboldened by the success of that tactic, the blonde repeated the line
with six other targets over the course of the next half hour.  It proved to
be so successful that she eventually decided to increase the size of the
suggested donation.  And her trick failed only once when she was making a
plea to an older couple.  Megan already had the sense that the wife was not
pleased with her husband's obvious attention to her, and when the blonde
made her pivot to walk, the wife said she should just keep right on walking
as they weren't prepared to give anything that night.

   He had seemed to be a sweet guy, so Megan didn't mind giving him a bit
of a show even if they weren't getting any money out of him But, as it
turned out, all was not lost.  Sydney later reported that the gentleman had
dropped by the table on his own just before dinner, spent several minutes
asking her about the costume she was wearing, and ended up making a
donation that was double the amount Megan had suggested.

   Finally, it was time to eat, and everyone took their assigned seats. 
Megan knew that an equally challenging part of the night was still ahead
when she, Kayla and Eric would be giving their presentation from the raised
dais in front of the entire audience.  She had gotten comfortable strolling
around the room with almost nothing covering her from the waist down, but
now suddenly she felt nervous and self-conscious at the thought of being on
stage.  At that point, the attention of the entire group would be focused
just on her.

   Still, she was glad to get a break from the pressure of keeping up
conversations and to also know that her butt was -- at least for the moment
-- no longer on display.  However, she soon discovered that the men across
from her were continually glancing over at her.  Suddenly it occurred to
her that even though not brightly lit, the dining area was still bright
enough to allow the people at her table to rather easily make out the
outline of her nipples poking against the tight spandex of her costume. 
But she was beyond behind concerned about their fascination with her
breasts and was simply relived to have the chance to sit down after
standing for so long.

   The food was decent, and the group at Megan's table had been to many of
these types of events in the past so they knew how to keep the conversation
moving along.  However, as glad as she was to get a break from standing in
heels, the blonde soon began to realize that she was experiencing a
different kind of discomfort.  The upholstered chairs chafed against her
exposed skin and as time went on, the back tail of her c-string became more
deeply wedged between her cheeks.  Seated at a table with Jon and several
of the trustees of the organization, Megan tried to stay focused on the
conversation.  But no matter how she shifted positions in her chair, she
just couldn't find a way to sit comfortably.

   Finally, after finishing the main course, she excused herself and
slipped off to the ladies room.  Finding an empty stall and locking the
door behind her, Megan immediately undid the snaps between her legs and
removed the c-string that she had carefully positioned when dressing at
home.

   "Oh my god," she thought to herself, "that feels so much better," now
understanding why Kayla had said she had given up wearing one.  It might
have been the three glasses of wine she had already consumed, but as she
fingered the material on the two loose ends of her costume, she suddenly
decided that would be sufficient coverage for her.  Fumbling slightly with
the snaps, she refastened the bodysuit and emerged from the stall, holding
the c-string in her hand.

   "Now what do I do?" she puzzled out loud to the completely empty ladies
room.  In her haste to get to the restroom, Megan hadn't thought to grab
the bag that held her personal items and cargo pants.  Since she wasn't
about the walk through the lobby carrying the intimate undergarment, she
concluded that the best course of action was to simply get rid of it. 
"After all," she reasoned, "there's no way I'm ever going to wear something
like that again."

   With that, she wrapped some paper towels around the c-string and dropped
it in the trash.  Then, facing the mirror, she adjusted the bodysuit,
making sure the green fabric completely covered her crotch and that it was
smoothed out across her lower abdomen.  Looking more closely, she grew
concerned that perhaps the faint contours of her labia could be seen
through the tightly stretched material.  But she decided it was too late to
worry about that now.

   Coffee was just being poured when Megan returned to the table.  As soon
as she sat down, she could feel the tug of the material in her crotch,
followed by a sensation of one of the snaps coming loose.  She Immediately
covered her lap with her napkin and then spent the next few minutes trying
to discretely get the snap to stay closed.  But each time she made an
attempt, one of the people at the table would say something to her, forcing
her to look up and abandon the effort.

   Just as the servers came around to offer dessert, Scott mounted the
podium and signaled for his development team to join him.  Pushing her
napkin to the side and glancing down, Megan confirmed that she been
unsuccessful and in fact only two snaps now held the bodysuit together. 
Feeling in need of a little Dutch courage, Megan gulped down the wine
remaining in her glass.  Then, just as she started to stand up, she glanced
down.  "Oh shit," she thought to herself as she noticed the narrow green
fabric had started to wedge itself into the contours of her groin, clinging
to shape of her prominent nether lips.  "Camel toe!" she exclaimed to
herself.

   Seeing Scott beckoning them, Megan had time only to make a few quick
tugs on the fabric in an attempt to prevent it from clinging any more
tightly to her pussy.  But with her colleagues beginning to make their way
to the front of the room, the only way to avoid calling more attention to
herself was to stand up and join them.  Fortunately, Eric had been seated
at the table in front of her, so she quickly caught up and followed close
behind him.

   As they mounted the steps on the left side of the platform, Megan was
able to keep out of the direct view of most of the audience.  And as the
three of them joined the CEO behind the podium, the blonde made sure that
both Eric and Kayla stood directly in front of her.  After briefly
introducing the team, Scott handed a wireless mike to Kayla, who moved
toward center stage to deliver an overview of the goals of the
organization.

   As her friend talked, Megan was able to take a few steps closer to the
podium, buying some time to try to get the loose snap closed while keeping
the bottom half of her body hidden from the audience.  Meanwhile, Kayla in
her form-fitting Jessica Rabbit costume was commanding the attention of
almost everyone present, so no one noticed that the blonde was staring down
at the front of her bodysuit rather than looking at her colleague.

   Much like Megan, Kayla had grown more comfortable in her costume as the
night went on.  Now, speaking from the stage, she decided to move back and
forth, facing first toward one side of the room, then the other.  As result
almost everyone in attendance had been able to get a view of the back of
her dress with the top of her butt almost visible.  And as she concluded
her overview of the goals of the organization, she made sure to come to the
front of the stage and take a quick bow so the audience could get a peek at
her neckline, cut low enough to display the inner curves of her breasts.

   The brunette then handed the microphone to Eric.  His segment outlined
new programs the organization was sponsoring to deal with environmental
issues and global health initiatives.  This was essentially the
cheerleading part of their presentation, and with his short white toga and
muscular legs, he seemed perfect for the part.  In particular, he appeared
to encourage a number of the older female donors who were staring at him
and cheering as he gestured in their direction and called out, "You can
make this happen tonight."

   While her colleagues delivered their presentations, Megan had continued
to fiddle with her costume, trying to smooth out the fabric between her
legs.  This involved slipping her fingers under the front of the costume
and pulling on it as she tried to get rid of the camel toe.  At one point
she even undid the two snaps and reached under the ends of the fabric in an
attempt to refasten all three.  In doing this, she had to pass her fingers
across her mound and down her slit, now fully uncovered after having
removed the c-string.  Each attempt to pull the fabric down and push the
snaps back together meant another pass between her labia, occasionally even
brushing against her clit.

   With a shock, she realized this was happening in front of a crowd of
well over a hundred people, some of whom she saw every day in the office.
Although her lower body was still completely blocked for the audience's
view by the podium, she knew in just a few seconds she had to get the snaps
back in place before stepping into the spotlight.  As she fumbled trying to
get all of them closed, it seemed like her worst nightmare was coming true.
She could now get only snap closed, and she had no choice but to remove her
fingers from beneath the green bodysuit and focus her attention on the
remarks she was about to give.

   Her original plan had been to take the microphone from Eric and then
face the crowd throughout her presentation.  It would be a perfectly
natural pose to assume, and it would prevent her butt cheeks from being
exposed from the stage.  But now she was aware that with each step she
took, the material tugged at her crotch and was possibly working its way
deeper into her slit.  At any moment, there was a very real possibility
that the snap would pop open and reveal her pussy.

   So, as Eric concluded his segment, she decided to keep her right side
facing the audience as she stepped out from behind the podium to accept the
microphone, then continued walking across to the far side of the stage
before pivoting 180 degrees and starting to speak.

   Her task was to reassure the audience that the finances of the
organization were sound and that almost 90% of the money raised would go
directly to the projects that Eric and Kayla had described.  She ran
through an impressive list of numbers and comparison charts that were
projected as slides on a screen behind her, detailing how little of their
budget went to overhead costs compared to other nonprofits.  But, as Jon
watched from the back of the room, he was certain that the majority of the
crowd was not listening to her at all.  Instead, they were soaking in the
sight of her uncovered legs and thighs, exposed to well above her hip.

   Still worried about the way her costume was pressing against her nether
lips, Megan decided to use the slides as a reason to move toward the screen
at the back of the stage and point out one or two particular numbers. 
Gesturing toward the slides, she pivoted almost without thinking, her
backside now turned completely toward the audience.  And, at the same time
that her ass cheeks could be seen by the entire audience, she could also
feel the fabric between those cheeks stretching even tighter.  With each
upward gesture of her hand, the material pressed deeper against her until
suddenly, she felt the last snap give way.

   With the two ends of the bodysuit no longer secured between her thighs,
both pieces of the latex fabric sprang loose.  In the front, the one piece
dangled just above the top of her neatly trimmed landing strip.  And
although that side of Megan was turned away from them, the audience were
treated to the sight of the other end of the green material sliding out
from between her butt cheeks.  And to make it even more embarrassing, she
had to point first to a number in the left column and then on the right,
which caused the green fabric to swing back and forth across her fully
exposed ass.

   There was an audible gasp from members of the audience, followed by a
loud whisper from Kayla standing just a few feet away from Megan.  "Your
costume," she practically shouted, and immediately Megan understood the
full magnitude of her predicament.  She was almost to the end of her
remarks, which meant she would have to hand the microphone back to Scott
and rejoin her colleagues on the side of the stage.  But the only way to do
that was to turn to face the audience, fully exposing her wardrobe
malfunction to everyone there.

   Jon, watching this from the table, felt he was witnessing a fantasy come
true.  As he glanced around, he could see a number of people trying to
nonchalantly pick up their cell phones and, without necessarily raising
them to their faces, turn them in the direction of the stage and snap a
picture.  He heard Megan conclude her comments, thanking them for their
attention.  And then he watched as she slowly pivoted while simultaneously
lowering the cordless mike and holding it directly in front of her pussy.

   That maneuver at least saved her the embarrassment of having her most
intimate area fully revealed to the crowd.  But the unfastened end of the
bodysuit was clearly visible, swaying from side to side, while the
microphone itself was unable to completely cover up all of her neatly
trimmed curls.  Deciding that exposing herself to one person, even if it
were her boss, was less embarrassing than flashing the entire room, Megan
calmly strode over to Scott.

   Turning to face him, she bravely lifted her hands to give the CEO the
microphone, basically naked from the waist down.  Scott, for his part, did
his best to keep looking at her face, and then helped to move things along
by asking for a round of applause for all the presenters.  Megan
immediately turned her back to audience and joined her colleagues, who
stepped slightly apart to allow her to pass between them before closing
ranks to shield her.  Standing now behind Kayla and Eric, she once again
turned forward with only her shoulders, face, and red beret, visible to the
audience.

   Megan, who had unconsciously been holding her breath for the last thirty
seconds, could finally exhale, placing her hands on Kayla and Eric's
shoulders as she felt her knees growing weak from the stress of the last
few minutes.

   "Did that really all just happen?" she whispered hoarsely, her throat so
dry she could barely speak.

   "Just listen to the crowd," her friend replied as the audience rose in a
standing ovation.  "I'd say that will go down in history as one of the most
effective appeals for donations ever."

   Eric turned slightly so Megan could hear him over the loud cheers.  "You
might have at least told us what you were planning," he said with a grin.

   "That was a complete accident," Megan protested.

   "Well, if so, it was the most calmly handled wardrobe malfunction I've
ever seen," Kayla answered her friend.  Then, whispering into her friend's
ear, "The last I knew you were wearing a C-string.  Pausing for just a
second, she added, "Are you really sure it was an accident?"

   "Of course it was," she replied indignantly, now working to refasten at
least one snap so she could leave stage while preserving some degree of
modesty.  Then, as people began leaving their tables, she could see Jon
nearby, his face a mixture of pride and utter delight.

   "At least I think it was," she thought to herself.  As they exited off
the stage, the light in the ballroom began to brighten.  "I'm off to the
ladies room," Megan called to Kayla and dashed out a side exit.  With only
a handful of people in the lobby, she grabbed her bag from a side room and
rushed into the bathroom.  She hurriedly pulled out the cargo pants,
grateful for the drawstring at the waist that allowed her to quickly slip
into them.

   She had already removed the thigh holster but decided to keep on the
pigtails and beret.  "After all," she said when she met up with Jon, Kayla,
and Patrick, "Cammy has had a very successful night of fundraising and I
think she deserves to take a bit of a victory lap."

   "But with her assets covered?" Jon asked, as all four of them groaned at
the pun.

   "Yes," Megan said, "I think our street fighter has displayed enough of
her hidden talents for one night," as she smiled at her husband.

   *****

   Later on back home, Jon showed her some of the pictures he had taken
with his cell phone.  In several of them where he had zoomed in on her,
Megan's camel toe could be clearly seen.  But his shots of her unsnapped
bodysuit were partially blocked by people standing in front of him and
applauding, so Megan had to take his word that she had been successful at
preventing a prolonged view of her most intimate parts.

   "You know, " her husband said, "you didn't have to try to cover
yourself. You could have just passed the mike off to Scott and let everyone
have a peek at your pussy.

   "I couldn't just let that happen in front of my colleagues, not if I
could stop it," she protested.

   "Why, Meg?  I don't think anyone would have objected."

   "Well, I don't know," she exclaimed.  "I mean it was so nerve wracking
for me just to be up there in that costume.  If I'd shown anything more, I
mean..," and she hesitated, unsure of exactly what she did mean.

   Her husband smiled.  "You might have enjoyed it?," he said teasingly as
they both chuckled.  "You know, it's something you shouldn't entirely rule
out," he continued, with a hopeful tone to his voice.  "Maybe some point in
the future...."

   "Wouldn't you love that," she said, poking him in the side.

   "Yes, I would," Jon replied candidly.  "I guess I'll just have to keep
working on this with you," as he began to slowly kiss her neck, her
breasts, and down to her stomach.

   "Mmmm," his wife responded, "that feels good.  I guess you have my
permission to keep trying," she said with a soft moan as she looked down at
the top of his head and began to run her fingers through his hair.

   "A repeat performance?" he asked with a devilish grin.

   Megan simply smiled.  "Who knows what I might try next time.  I guess it
depends on just how persuasive you can be."