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 ï>¿Stephanie Unmasked by William_Wood

   Stephanie Unmasked Pt.  03

   Interactions escalate for prudish girl at the masquerade.

   Stephanie froze up, and embedded her top teeth into her bottom lip hard
enough that she might have drawn blood.  So someone had figured out her
cheeky little secret.  A man, no less.

   It had started a couple of hours ago, back in her suite at the Auream
Grand, when she had been studying herself after putting on the silk gown.
She had gawked at the image of the stunning woman in the mirror, and became
anxious when she observed the lewd peek the gown afforded at her chest from
the side.  "I'm going to be glad for my mask," she murmured, and she
checked out the rest of her figure.  Her hips looked good, and her stomach
was flat.  Her butt poked out just the right amount, except...

   "Oh, fuck!" Her panty lines were beyond obvious beneath the thin, pale
violet fabric.  She had spun about to assess the damage from every angle.
It was a total disaster!  "Shit!  Now what?" Unfortunately, this was one of
those moments where it didn't help that the young woman had led such a
prudish life.

   "I'm sure this didn't happen last time!" And then she remembered.  Last
time, she had worn a g-string.  One of those ridiculous scraps of fabric
that was meant to pass as underwear, but weighed maybe one ounce, and
flossed the wearer's butt crack and lady parts with every step.  It had
been the first time she had worn such a thing, and also the last.  She
didn't even own one anymore, and they didn't exactly put complementary sets
in hotel room drawers, like conveniently folded up next to the Holy Bible.

   Isabella!  That girl had known all along!  She had even mentioned
something about the knickers Steph had pulled out, but the naive girl had
dismissed her friend's concerns without even understanding what she had
been getting at.  It was a little too late when Stephanie thought to
retrieve her phone from her handbag.  She had a good mind to blast Bella
for not warning her properly, or, she would at least ask for advice.  It
was switched off.  From the plane.  Still.  Stephanie turned it on.  After
gaining reception, there were a few beeps.  Two messages.

   hi hi!  Lily here.  Just tried 2 call u n Anne, she missed the plane can
u believe?  U must have made it.  So jealous, i kno wat room u got coz i
booked it!  U got it to yourself now?  OMG u shud def bring some1 home
;););) stagnant Steph lol Didn't want to say anything before or you'd miss
your plane, but first thing you gotta do when you land is buy a g-banger to
go under that gorgeous dress.  Have fun babe will pick you up tomorrow arvo
xxx b

   "Shit, why didn't I test this earlier!" Stephanie was so frustrated with
herself.  She was incredibly organised in all facets of her life, and this
sort of thing just did not happen to her.  It was 6:53pm; the ball was to
start in mere minutes!  She looked at herself in the mirror again, and
frowned.  Under the delicate, light coloured fabric, the pantylines might
be discernable even from the other end of a mood-lit room.  No good.  She
brushed her hands over her tapered waist, down her hips and over her butt.
And she frowned.  It was like the difference in caressing the soft coat of
a new puppy, to rubbing your hand over sandpaper.

   With an obvious no-go on the full brief cotton-bottoms, Stephanie
reached under her long dress, hooked her fingers under the panties and
pulled them down to her ankles.  She stepped one leg out and kicked them
out of the ensuite in frustration.  She rushed to the bag sitting on her
king bed, and emptied the contents out as if ransacking her own things.

   No good.  There were two other sets of panties in addition to the ones
she had been wearing today, but they were all basically the same.  There
would have been no point trying them on, and in any case - she was out of
time.  "Shit, shit, SHIT!"

   But then, in the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of something
surprisingly sexy.  It was reflected in the mirror that dominated the wall
opposite the bed.  Her own sweet posterior, sticking out suggestively from
her bent over position.  Though she didn't normally show it off, she was
secretly proud of her derriere, and her strong, medium-sized thighs.  She
knew well enough that hers was a healthy shape, and she was happy to owe it
to all her hard work pushing out endless squats in gym classes.  Each cheek
was rounded and toned, and about the right size for a large-handed man to
grab the whole thing with outstretched fingers.

   Stephanie marvelled at how the silk of her tight dress followed every
curve with perfect accuracy, and swallowed back her nervousness that the
exact shape of her butt cheeks was easily discernible.  It was already
gathering in her ass crack, and without supportive pants, she knew her gait
featured just a playful little jiggle at the bottom of her trunk. 
Technically most of her skin was covered, however, it would be obvious to
anybody who looked that she didn't have panties on.

   That's why a thong would work, dummy!  No one can tell what you've got
wedged up deep in your behind!  However...

   And that's when it occurred to her, that the reverse should also be
true. If people are used to not seeing any sign of underwear with formal
gowns, wouldn't they just presume the presence of some skimpy, low profile
covering underneath?

   Stephanie bit her lip - a nervous habit she had developed, and one that
would repeat itself tonight each time her mind went to her underwear
problem.  She had already vowed to get her sexy on for this event, but
wasn't this going a little far?  In any case, her options were poor. 
Stephanie bent over further, testing how the garment rode up her legs.  Her
dress was long, and even the split leg on one side only reached just above
her knee.  She wasn't really at risk of flashing anyone, even if bending
over a little.  She would just have to be sure not to fall head over heels
with her legs splayed out (yeah, right!)

   She ran her hand over her pubic bone.  The material of her gown was so
thin, her own caress was enough to tantalise the just-waxed skin
surrounding her vulva.  If she still had any pubic hairs, she would have
been able to feel them through the silk.  "God, I'm as good as naked!" How
unfair it was, that she should feel that way, despite her gown reaching
from neck to toe!

   "Ok..." Stephanie declared with a strong resolve, albeit hindered by a
kind of thrilling consternation.  There was a special term for this, an
expression she doubted she had previously uttered in her lifetime. 
"Commando it is!"

   "Hey!" Mia had materialised nearby, and smacked Brad's arm where it
reached many inches lower down Steph's back than it should have for
Argentine Tango.  The man released her and held his hands in a show of
surrender, grinning.  "You're not even funny, you perv!  God, you do this
every fucking time, I can't take you anywhere!"

   Brad took the tongue lashing without argument, but then he grabbed Mia's
hand, and tugged her hard towards him.  Their faces met, and Stephanie
witnessed another heated kiss between the passionate pair.  It was brief
however, ending when Mia brought her knee up hard into his groin.

   "Gah!  Ah!" Brad stumbled and grimaced, while Stephanie watched on in
fascination.  Perhaps that's what she should have done, before he had
worked out her little underwear problem.  He reached for Mia again, but she
had already turned, and was stomping away.  Steph felt very embarrassed. 
She was sure it was not her fault, but she seemed to have inadvertently
started a lover's quarrel.  She was about to apologise to Brad, but then
she saw the look he was giving her.  It didn't matter that he had a mask
on, she could see his eyes.  He was still a predator, and she believed
beyond any doubt that he was undressing her with those calculating eyes,
his lips contorted into a one sided, lecherous smirk.

   "Thank you for the dance, little witch," he had maintained his
confidence to the end.  He bowed slightly, and then headed off after Mia.

   Alone once more, Stephanie decided it was time for a visit to the ladies
room, even though it would send her in the same direction Brad had just
gone.  She had two private matters to attend to, the first of which she
could thank all the champagne consumption for.  She walked slowly, very
aware of the cool air flowing into the split leg of her dress and caressing
her bare, exposed vulva.  Very aware of the wetness that lubricated her
thighs with each small step.

   For the second time that evening, she meandered down that eerie, narrow
corridor.  The door to Natalie's makeshift studio was half open, and the
sounds of women giggling caught Stephanie's attention.  Two guests were
inside, one, a plump looking blonde in blue, who looked very amused.  She
was perched on the armrest of the sofa, sipping from her champagne flute.
The other looked uneasy; flushed.  She stood with her legs awkwardly apart,
and Natalie's camera was set up between her feet...  pointed upwards.  She
wore a yellow party frock that flared out loosely over her thighs, stopping
at knee length.  There was a flash, as Natalie appeared to operate her
equipment remotely from her laptop.  The blonde laughed hysterically,
earning a giggly scowl from the subject of the upskirt shot.

   Steph noticed that the printing equipment was humming away efficiently,
and as she watched, it gave birth to one of many works that were collecting
in the tray.  A thin, A4 sized book, with a high-gloss cover depicting half
of a woman's face obscured by a mask, and a title, "Masterson Masked Ball".
It really was intended as a special piece of memorabilia for the evening,
then.  But there was no sign of the large canvases that Natalie had said
would be produced for presentation at the auction before the night's close.

   "No, no!" the girl in stitches and almost spilling her drink chided. 
"Sluttier than that, come on!"

   "Oh, I'm going to shut you up!  How about this?" Her friend walked past
the camera, but then stepped her feet wide apart, and squatted down over
it.

   *Click!* Natalie wasted no time capturing the racy shot, and the woman
stood immediately in surprise.  "Shit, you were fast.  I wasn't actually
going to let you do it-"

   "Too late!" Her friend was laughing even more, if that were possible.

   "Fine.  But now it's your turn!  Let's see how you like your big tushy
and knickers printed out for some perv's collection!"

   "Pfft," the bystander stood and approached the camera, her large hips
swaying, her bust jiggling in her loose fitting dress.  "My husband will
buy mine, if he wants any chance of getting lucky tonight." The two laughed
together again, obviously having a lot of fun with it.  Stephanie still
couldn't believe the women of the party had actually shed enough
inhibitions to go along with Natalie's crazy request.  Was it possible...
could she have been the only one who hadn't agreed to the upskirt shot?

   Well, obviously I can't do it.  No panties and all that.  But, if it
wasn't for that?

   Stephanie was a mess of uncertainties.  She had let Natalie talk her
into some pretty racy shots as it was - and that was a few Dom
PÃ(C)rignon's ago now!  She wondered...  with the drinks freely flowing,
and everyone else doing it?  Hypotheticals aside, she realised that she had
lingered near the doorway for too long already.  The ladies' room beckoned,
and she carefully closed the door and resumed her little mission.

   Momentarily, Stephanie found herself sitting on the toilet and tinkling
away.  It was a long one, and was making her nervous.  She was producing a
harsh spray that kept wanting to follow a lip and go off to the side, and
she had to keep shifting to avoid a disaster that might see her wetting her
beautiful silk dress.

   "So stupid.  'Brazlian wax', my ass!"

   Wait...  she did do my ass, too.

   "How is this practical!" Maybe other girls mastered it better, or it
wasn't an issue for them, but Stephanie was used to her stream following a
straight downward path thanks to a healthy tuft of hair, and the challenge
she was facing since yesterday was something she had never in her life
considered could be a problem.

   She managed to finish without a disaster, and set about mopping up. 
This was also going to take care of her second reason for her bathroom
visit.

   "Oh Jeez," she murmured.  "Who am I?" Never mind the fine gown; her body
had been busy producing a silken thread of its own.  It joined one bare
pussy lip to her inner thigh, and just hung there obscenely.  Stephanie
reached for it in mute curiosity; it was so thick she wondered if it would
ever break on its own accord.  The substance had cooled, and was so slimy
between her fingers, she couldn't help but to think of it as grotesque.

   Such an odd bodily function, really.

   It wasn't like she hadn't got wet before.  Truth be told, she regularly
noticed damp smears on her panties at the end of the day.  Prudish in mind
Stephanie may have been, but her body certainly functioned more than
adequately when it came to this.  Annoyingly so.  But she considered how
such lubrication might perfectly serve to help her take in a man's penis of
virtually any size.  If some of the men she had met tonight had cocks as
big as their personalities...

   "Oh, dear".  Now she was just playing with herself.  Her fingers hadn't
even tried to clean away her juices yet, merely spread them around, up to
her attention-starved clit.  "It felt so good though, earlier..." would it
be ok if she were to stay put for a little while, and finish what she had
begun in the tub?

   The sound of the door opening brought a swift end to any such
indulgence. There came the click of stiletto heels on the tiled floor, and
Stephanie took some more paper to finish wiping herself off properly. 
Perhaps it was for the best that the intrusion came sooner than later; the
last thing she wanted tonight was another poorly timed interruption.  She
was careful to clean up every bead of moisture, before flushing and
vacating the stall.

   "Oh, hi Mikayla!" The tall and stunning blonde was standing before her,
waiting patiently.  The light was brighter than in the ballroom, and Steph
once again stole a glance at her essentially naked breasts, proudly on
display for all to admire.  The jeweled heads of the snakes weren't trying
so hard to cover her nipples, and the visible parts of her areolas were a
sweet flush of fairy-floss pink.  The woman did not answer her, but seemed
to be staring at her intently as she made for the hand basin.

   There's no way she knows.  I stopped as soon as the door opened!

   "Ummm, did you need to go, Mikayla?  Or did you just want the mirror?"

   "It can wait.  First, Stephanie Vice, I need to make good on promise. 
Do you remember?"

   Stephanie remembered, alright.  Damn, this was her own fault for
spreading gossip about that scene in the movie!  She looked to the mirror,
and her heart began racing when she saw that the Russian model had moved in
close behind her, and was removing her mask - the amethyst sister to her
own piece in emerald enamel.  It would be hard to even squeeze past her
toward the exit without coming across as overtly evasive.

   "Well, you said I should watch out when I went to the bathroom, but... I
know you were just kidding!"

   Stephanie turned to leave, but Mikayla's long, elegant arms came down to
drop her mask onto the counter, and grip the bench edge on either side of
Stephanie's hips.  She was completely encircled, though the woman hadn't
even technically laid a finger on her.  Mikayla's unmasked face held no
particular surprises, but to suddenly behold her regal beauty in full after
a few hours of partial obfuscation was a privilege that came with an odd
side-serve of guilt.

   Then, Mikayla lifted a hand behind Stephanie's head, and gently helped
her out of her own mask.  She wanted to protest the loss of her precious
anonymity, but she understood the model's reason.  Both their masks had
long, gnarly looking beaks on them, which would get in the way of what she
knew was to happen next.  Mikayla leaned in so close that Steph could
discern the artificial edge of her mauve lipstick, and there could be no
question as to her intent.

   Stephanie didn't want this, did she?  She was terrified and excited and
nervous and aroused, and ultimately bewildered as to how to act in this
situation.  She could knock Mikayla's arm away and make for the door,
but... wouldn't that be a bit of an overreaction?  She hadn't even told her
'no' yet, had she?  But somehow, causing any sort of a scene, even with
just the two of them present, was strangely hard to do.  Instead, she
closed her eyes and remained still.  By basically doing nothing, she would
remain blameless; innocent.

   Mikayla's kiss came gently at first.  Her lips were soft and moist, but
her desire was genuine and that alone persuaded Stephanie to welcome the
intimate gesture.  There came something wetter probing against her. 
Mikayla was wasting no time adding her tongue, and Stephanie opened her
mouth slightly to permit her access.

   At that point, Mikayla slowed right down.  Her tongue was gentle, merely
testing the waters until Stephanie was ready to reciprocate.  She could
tell she was in good hands for her first real kiss, and she sighed in
surrender and pushed her own tongue out.

   It was an awkward dance, though just as with Brad in the Great Hall, she
was able to lean on her partner's experience and enjoy the intimacy of the
moment.

   With another girl.  I'm not...  gay, am I?

   She knew she was not; a better question would be, who wouldn't kiss such
a glamorous woman, adorned with a priceless piece of jewellery and throwing
herself into the encounter with the utmost confidence.

   Another hot and wonderful minute passed, before Stephanie heard the
washroom door open.  She stiffened with panic.  Busted!  But she didn't
dare open her eyes.  She couldn't bear to see the look of disgust and
judgement on the face of their intruder, who absolutely was not an intruder
and was very much in the right to be there.

   But Mikayla didn't stop.  *Clip, clop,* the sound of heels on tiles.  If
anything, her kisses intensified, and Steph felt all she could do was
continue to submit to the poised model's lead.

   There was a feminine giggle.  Of course there was.  But it was brief,
and then came the sound of the cubicle door, and other sounds suggestive of
their intruder minding her own business.

   Now Mikayla's hands were at Steph's flanks, navigating the openings in
her dress and resting on her ribs.  Alarmed, Stephanie opened her eyes and
backed slightly out of the kiss.

   "Careful," she said meekly.  "I'm not wearing a bra or anything."
Mikayla threw her a crooked smile, and Stephanie immediately felt
colossally dumb.  Of course Mikayla knew that!  But surely she wouldn't go
so far as to-

   Before she could voice her concerns, Mikayla did just that.  She
finger-walked both hands up Steph's body, under the silk and onto the sides
of her breasts.  Stephanie hissed.  She was sensitive there, and she hadn't
had a chance to think about whether she was ok with handing out another of
her 'firsts' to this woman, eligible recipient though she may well be.

   Any thought of making a complaint evaporated when Mikayla pursued her
for another kiss, and this time it was hot and needy.  Steph sighed, and
accepted her affections with gratitude.

   The foreign hands on her body managed to cup under their susceptible
targets.  Her breasts were gently squeezed, and pushed up.  It was a
naughty touch.  A good touch.  And as with the kiss, she responded to
Mikayla's confidence and lent the sexy girl her trust.

   Mikayla promptly began to stroke Steph's nipples with her finger tips,
instigating a surge of adrenaline that made every hair on her head tingle
at its root.  Did this woman intend to leave anything sacred in this brief,
public encounter?  Her nipples had been pumped full with her heated blood
even before the touch came, but it was feather-light, and forced Stephanie
to giggle her way out of Mikayla's tongue lavishing.

   "Mikayla, that tickles.  And that girl will see.  Or someone else will
come in!"

   "Mmmm hmmm.  Such nice tits, and larger than mine.  They should be seen,
do you think, Stephanie Vice?  You can show, just as I show."

   Steph looked down at Mikalya's chest, now so very close and oh-so near
naked.  She wondered if this was going down anything like the scene from
the movie, and promised herself she would look it up sometime.  Mikayla's
flesh was tender porcelain, sculpted as if she were the pride of a master
doll maker.  The priceless ornament upon her chest was now badly in need of
re-alignment.  Her bright pink nipples had been swollen all night, and now
Stephanie was close enough to see how the skin of her areolas had
contracted to hard wrinkles.

   "Ahhh-heee!" The pinch came to both of Stephanie's perky buds at once,
firm and painful, and at that moment the toilet cubicle opened and the
occupant emerged with a shy smile on her face.  It was the girl who
Stephanie had observed just before in Natalie's studio, with the camera
pointing up her yellow dress.  She seemed unsure of whether or not to
approach the basins to wash her hands; Stephanie prayed she would just
leave.

   She didn't think she could handle having someone watch her do this, but
she felt rather helpless to do anything short of pushing Mikayla away -
which still seemed a little extreme - and in any case, not really what she
wanted.

   "Hi, Stephanie?" Mikayla demanded her attention.  "I am your partner. 
Pay attention to me, yes?" She leaned in for another kiss and pulled hard
on Steph's nipples.  She was caught mid-squeak when their lips collided
once more, and shut her eyes again so that she may at least be partially
unaware of other eyes in the room.

   The mingling of their sweetness resumed, and Mikayla purred into her
mouth with satisfaction.  *Clip, clop...  clip, clop,* the girl in the
yellow dress was walking very slowly, but she was walking toward them. 
*Clip, clop...  clip-* then, the faucet on the basin next to them came on.
Their blatantly obvious voyeur was close, but Stephanie was pleasantly
distracted.  The pain in her nipples ebbed into a tide of erotic
sensations, as Mikayla tugged, pinched and twisted.  The heated
intertwining of their tongues was an intimate exchange that made her go
light-headed.  She was aware that her attempts to wipe away the mess she
had made downstairs had already proved futile, and she had to quash a
little voice within that told her to run back to the cubicle and clean
herself again.

   Fuck it!  And fuck off, Stagnant Stephanie!

   After silently telling her inhibitions where to go, Stephanie lifted her
arms away from her sides, and wrapped them around Mikayla's slim, nude
waist.  She held her partner close as they made out.  She was of course
embarrassed that they were being watched, but if that was a bad thing then
it was nonetheless overruled by her passion in the moment.

   The tap stopped, and there was another little giggle, now so close to
her ear.  The girl obviously wasn't offended by them, and seemed to be
lingering unnecessarily.  On a strange impulse, Stephanie lifted the hand
that was between her and their voyeur, and placed it behind Mikayla's head,
furthering the intimacy of their connection.  It was curious that she used
that hand, because doing so intentionally increased their voyeur's peeping
window into her gown.

   Mikayla's lips turned upward in approval, and she pulled harder on
Steph's nipple - the one that their giggling observer was able to see.  She
pulled hard enough to lift the entire breast, and Steph gasped in blissful
agony.  The strain was not released, and she did her best to keep kissing
the woman while acclimating to the sensation.  Then, there came a new
feeling on her breast, a warm wind in short bursts.  She pressed her
eyelids shut tighter, too afraid to confirm what that meant, and too
exhilarated to want it to stop.

   The giggle repeated again, confirming that the girl in the yellow dress
had her face in line with Stephanie's tortured breast.

   What if she tries to join in?

   Stephanie didn't think she wanted that, but would she actually be able
to do anything to stop it?  But then, the slow clip-clopping resumed,
leading away from them this time.  There came the sound of the door
swinging open, and someone unpushed the mute button on the music and
conversation from the ballroom beyond.  Then, the door swung closed once
more, leaving the pair in relative silence.

   And only after that did Mikalya pull out of their wild, lesbian kiss. 
Her hands evacuated their occupation amongst the silken folds over Steph's
chest, leaving her nipples suddenly, miserably free of all pain and
pleasure.  "I enjoy this, Stephanie Vice.  But all good things must have an
end, no?"

   Had it only been exciting for Mikayla while they were being watched? 
"I...  I guess so.  You are...  really something, aren't you?  So
fearless!"

   "Hmmm, this I'm not sure.  I'm a little afraid I may have started to wet
myself?  I did come here for purpose, after all.  If you will excuse me,
Stephanie.  Or, perhaps you like to offer assistance?"

   "Wha-?"

   Mikayla retrieved her mask from the countertop, and put it back on. 
"There is no bideau in bathrooms in this country, and I hate bits of paper
stuck in bits.  I appreciate when there is chance to be cleaned properly.
Like perhaps, with your tongue."

   At that, Stephanie could literally feel the colour radiating from her
face.  "N-no, that's quite ok!  God.  Like I said, fearless!"

   Mikayla turned and headed into the cubicle without further comment,
leaving Stephanie standing there all hot and bothered.  She quickly
re-affixed her mask, before checking the damage between her thighs.  As she
suspected, the mess was pretty damning.

   This is getting ridiculous.  "I'll just go commando." How ridiculous. 
The new Sexy Stephanie is not just reckless, but completely ridiculous!

   She wiped herself as best she could with a couple of fingers, and hit
the faucet once more.  She looked at her flushed face in the mirror with
conviction.  "This is no good.  You need panties.  Who cares if someone
sees the lines?  At this point in the night, who would even care!"

   Stephanie hurried out of the bathroom lest she linger too long, and have
to face Mikayla again.  At the dimly lit corridor, she turned right.  Away
from the madness of the Great Hall, but descending deeper into her own
tumultuous rabbit hole.

   She didn't know what was down here, but she sure as hell wasn't going to
find any underwear between the bathroom and the foyer.  All these little
boutique rooms?  The one used as Natalie's studio might have been a kind of
dresser room, and she considered if the ballroom was perhaps used for
performances of some kind.  Stephanie strode the hallway with purpose.  All
along this ancient wing of the building, there were more doors.

   Door #1 - locked.  Door #2 - locked.  Then, she reached an L-junction,
and rounded the corner.  There were large casement windows to the gardens
outside, and the new section of hallway was bathed in moonlight.  She gazed
out yonder, beholding that great white disc, fuller and larger than she
thought possible.  She wondered if it had somehow dropped down from its
place far away in space, and claimed a seat directly above the hotel
grounds.  Just to watch over her personal little drama, and the abrupt
rousing of her dormant sexuality.

   Just what do you expect to find here, anyway?  Some dusty old drawer of
costumes and maybe someone's long discarded knickers - and probably two
sizes too small?

   On her left, there was another door, and this one was already half open.
She approached it hopefully, but stopped when she heard the laboured
whimpers of a woman in distress.

   She immediately slowed her movements, and, acknowledging her gratitude
that these corridors were carpeted, took a sneaky peek inside.  The moon's
blessing was more than enough to reveal the scandalous scene before her. 
Before her as in, within a couple of yards from where she stood as still as
the night itself.  A woman in a red dress was bent over an executive desk
that dominated the small room, and a man stood behind her with a purpose
even Stagnant Stephanie would have immediately comprehended.  They had
their backs to the doorway - perhaps so that the man could benefit from the
intense moonlight.  But it meant Stephanie's presence was, thus far,
unbeknownst to them.

   The pair were having intercourse, right there and now, with the male
imposing his dominance over a mate who had either surrendered herself to
him, or had otherwise been unable to resist him and was now sufficiently
subjugated.

   "Nnn, no- fuck me harder, Brad." Mia's complaint was soft, husky and
feverish.  So much for their lover's quarrel!  It couldn't have been more
than 20 minutes since Mia had stormed out of the ballroom, and yet here
they were, apparently everything forgiven.

   "You're a noisy slut, and someone will hear if I fuck you properly.  I
think I'll just stretch your cunt out gently.  I'm man enough to cum like
this if I want, but you can just stay horny and frustrated.  Consider it
your punishment for embarrassing me in front of that girl."

   "My- my what?  You bastard- ohh!" Mia thrust her chest forward from what
looked like a longer, deeper stroke from her lover.  "You're the one who
should be in trouble.  It's Stephanie who got you hard in the first place,
and you think you can just stick it in me anytime you need to cool off? 
You probably want to pretend that I'm her, you asshole.  I think I will be
noisy - just so you can't forget who owns you."

   Brad let out a sigh, and backed away from her.  It was the finale of
their dance routine all over again, with Mia's dress hitched up onto the
desk, and her tanned bubble butt on display.  She had let Brad show her
goods off to the entire party back then, with only a bold red g-string for
her modesty.  This time, that token suggestion of decency had been pulled
down to her thighs, and Stephanie's eyes were instinctively drawn to the
sloppy mess Brad had just vacated from.

   She wouldn't have guessed this based on that cheeky flash earlier in the
night, but Mia retained no small amount of curly dark hair over her vulva.
Stephanie immediately decided that her pubic hair was nothing short of
beautiful.  It was naturally sexy, and it obfuscated most of the details of
their coupling, which seemed to Stephanie the way things were meant to be.

   Good for her.  Everyone here is probably the same, and only you were
ridiculous enough to have all your hair removed and then turn up without
panties on!

   "Legs together, slut." Mia obeyed, and Brad crouched down and slid her
panties all the way down her strong, toned legs.  When they hit the floor,
Mia stepped her stilettos out of the garment without being asked.

   Stephanie's eyes widened.  Could she...  steal Mia's discarded panties?
They were probably a size too large, but she could make do.  Wait, wasn't
that disgusting?  Not disgusting enough to stop Brad from pushing his nose
up into her business, and doing something that made the girl moan her
appreciation.  But, she couldn't do that to Mia.  It wasn't a solution if
all it did was leave another to suffer this embarrassing predicament.  For
now, she sat down onto her haunches for comfort, being careful to move
slowly to avoid casting any sudden shadows that might be noticed by the
couple.  Stephanie told herself that she stayed because she was still
considering stealing the panties, but that didn't explain why she was
watching quite so attentively.

   Brad pulled his face back from pleasuring his partner.  "You taste good
tonight, slut.  Now, put one knee up on the desk.  If you want to be fucked
harder, you better present your slut cunt properly.  And beg me for it."

   Mia complied, showing off her dancer's strength again as she maintained
her stability on one stiletto.  The new position opened her ass up like a
heavy book, and her genitals were a great flower in full bloom.  Her thick
brown lips were lewdly engorged, and coated in nectar that sparkled under
the moonlight.  There she waited for him, thighs quivering slightly in
anticipation.  She chose to stay silent, but Mia had a body built for love
making, and her vagina betrayed her as it palpitated and dripped and begged
for his cock.  Stephanie bit her lip.  It was all so incredibly naughty. 
But watching was even naughtier.

   Why?  Why did she feel so compelled to spy on the couple?  Perhaps she
was internally tracking some manner of 'fairness score', and since a few
people had already seen her bare breasts since the hotel suite incident,
she felt somehow entitled to stare at Mia's well-sexed vagina.  Perhaps she
considered this a valuable opportunity for an overdue lesson in carnality.
Or maybe, she just watched for her own gratification.

   Only one way to find out.  Keep watching.

   "You have a big ass, Mia.  A big ass that everyone got to see tonight.
Aren't you embarrassed?"

   "Of course I am.  I still can't believe you did that!"

   "Beg for my cock, slut.  Beg me to stick it back into your sodden cunt
and pound your big ass red."

   "I'm not begging for it, you conceited prick!  My pussy is spread right
before your eyes, and big or whatever, I know what my ass does to a man. 
So if you don't fuck me right now then you are a faggot, plain and simple."

   By gosh, the mouths on these two!  And here I thought they were a classy
pair during that tango performance!

   Brad laughed, and used a finger to collect some congealed fluids off
Mia's labia.  "I don't know about that.  But I am into butt-stuff." He
pressed the digit into her asshole, drawing a throaty groan from her. 
Steph was appalled by Brad's treatment of his wife.  Or girlfriend? 
Dancing partner with benefits?  She might have just been starting to
reconcile the idea of surrendering her virginity to a man of quality, but
messing with that part was certainly off the next menu or two.

   But Mia didn't seem to mind, though she did squirm and gasp as he pushed
further into her anus.  He withdrew a little, and pushed in again.  Then,
he looked to be pressing around in circles inside her.  It ought to have
been a taboo, but so long as Mia had no clear objections, Stephanie was
eager to keep watching.

   Finally, she got an unobstructed look at Brad's penis.  He held it
aloft, and lined up his entry.

   He's big.

   Not that she had a comparison, but she was sure he was big.  His
erection was crossed in dark veins that, along with the bulbous purple
head, made his thing more than a little intimidating.  It was as if his
penis was angry about being withdrawn from its mate a few minutes prior,
and was desperate to return to its goal state - to be sunk deep into her
love canal.  Frankly, Stephanie still found the concept a little
terrifying. But watching it happen to Mia, well.  Certainly she was afraid
of getting caught, but more than anything, she was excited.  The most
excited she had been in her young life, she was sure.  She barely breathed
as she knelt there, a willing captive to the palpable rapture in that small
room.

   Brad was gentle as he forced his wide helmet inside of Mia, and she
gasped again as her vagina stretched open to accommodate him.

   Fuck her!

   Stephanie didn't say it out loud, but she almost could have. 
Fortunately, Brad wasn't waiting for her endorsement.  He pushed himself in
all the way to the hilt.  It looked like such a long stroke, Stephanie
wondered if he reached her cervix.  She couldn't imagine that would be nice
at all, but she wasn't particularly concerned since none of it was
happening to her.

   "Ah!  Yeah baby, fuck me like that!" Mia turned up the pitch of her
encouragement, and Brad grunted in mindless agreement.  He pulled out far
enough that her vagina tried to tighten against his tip, but he didn't
allow himself to slip out.  He pushed back in again, faster.  Out again,
and in again.  Faster still.  "Oooh!" Mia's raspy cry oozed with her
abundant sensuality.  "Yes!"

   With the hand that still included a finger deep in her anus, Brad turned
his palm to grab onto her butt.  He showed no intention of relinquishing
his sodomising hold on her, and he fucked her harder still.

   "Haaaa!  Naaaah!" Mia kept getting louder, and Steph became nervous.  If
someone did come to investigate, it would be her they would catch first. 
How would she explain that?  At least she wasn't maturbating, though Lord
knew she wanted to.  Ever since she had crossed that threshold in the
bathtub she had wanted to return to her little experiment in self-pleasure.
Her lips were hot and swollen, and even the persistent caress of the still
air was enough to cool their slick coating and make her feel good.  The
only thing stopping her from taking it further was her concern that the
extra movement would be noticed, or that there might be...  noises.

   But I'm probably letting a few drips out onto the carpet.

   With his other hand, Brad caught up a handful of Mia's long, chestnut
hair, and yanked on it.  "Hoo!  Oooh!" Her head was forced up, and her
diaphragm must have opened more because her cry went up another decibel. 
Brad's pounding hips turned furious, and her ass jiggled chaotically. 
There was no elegance to their dance now, but Stephanie still saw beauty in
it.  He looked to be losing control; would he even be able to stop himself
if she were to walk right up to them and plop herself on the desk next to
Mia?  She might even set one foot up there, and spread her thighs wide
apart.  Let Brad be the judge of whether she was right to get the brazilian
wax, and lose herself in her business with her fingers.

   "You aren't getting your panties back, slut." Brad's words were labored,
uttered harshly as he barely found the oxygen for speech.

   "Hnnnnnn...  wha?"

   He stopped still at the apex of a thrust.  "I'm leaving them here for
whoever uses this office to find on Monday.  He will know that a slut was
nailed here, and that she spent the rest of the night without her panties.
You're going to be bare under your dress just like that little witch,
except that I'm going to pump you so full of cum, it'll be dripping down
your legs so everyone will know what a slut you are."

   That was it!  If...  he was serious, and not just talking dirty?  She
needed only to wait until they were done, and she could sneak in and steal
Mia's abandoned red thong.  It wouldn't even really be stealing - more like
finders-keepers.

   "Brad, you...  you nasty perve!  Now shut the fuck up and give it to
me!"

   He obliged her.  His cock opened up her pussy over and over again, and
Stephanie wondered if all that stretching was a particularly intense
feeling.  If Mia's steady stream of complaints were anything to go by, the
sensation wasn't getting any duller with repetition.

   Brad pushed her face down onto the desk, and tried to stand taller over
her, pummelling into her sweetness and asserting his claim over her body.
And then Mia tilted her head so that her scalp rested on the dark mahogany,
and she was able to look back at her partner.

   Wait a second...  if she's looking back at him-

   A spark of panic shot up Stephanie's bare back and made her ears burn.
Without thinking, she snapped her face away from the doorway.

   "Duuuh-" Mia's voice resonated with an urgency to match, though it
seemed she was having trouble reacting at all.  "Da fuck!  Brad stop! 
Someone's there, I saw something!"

   Stephanie's eyes went wide.  Her body engaged fight or flight protocols,
and her fantasy of approaching the pair and masturbating for their
amusement was utterly smashed under the mighty hammer of reality.  Though
she had crawled a long way out of her comfort zone tonight, she still had
plenty of limits in place.

   "Who's there?" Brad's voice was thick with irritation.  Stephanie chose
flight.

   Somehow, she was already back on two feet, springing back towards the
L-junction, and within just a few seconds she was bee-lining it back to the
ballroom.  It wasn't far away.  She shouldn't get caught.  But, the risk
wasn't limited to Brad chasing her down and grabbing onto her wrists as she
fled.  If he so much as rounded the corner and saw her retreating in her
unmistakable violet dress, he would know who the culprit was.  Stephanie
didn't want that!

   She hoped to mix in with some kind of crowd, but the hallway was
completely deserted.

   I'm not going to make it.  He is going to turn the corner in another
second.  I need to disappear - this instant!

   The bathroom!

   But, she had already passed that door.  Instead, she focused her sights
onto a door on her right, one that she knew to be unlocked.  She turned the
handle, leapt inside, and carefully closed it behind her.

   She had neither seen nor heard any pursuer in that final moment before
escaping the hallway; it seemed that she had gotten away with it.  "Maybe
he never chased you to begin with, ever think of that?"

   "If he won't chase you even a little, he's probably not worth another
thought!" The answer to her question came from a different person.  Still
scared witless, Stephanie slowly turned to face the owner of that voice. 
Then, she breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Natalie!  Ah, don't mind me.  I'm used to being alone, so I tend to
talk to myself a lot!"

   "Right, umm-" the petite photographer was seated at her laptop, and
hesitated as she struggled to remember.  It was understandable, since she
had likely met dozens of women since their last conversation.  "Steph!  You
and me both, if I'm being honest.  For the lonely crazy talk, I mean."

   Still suitably anxious, Stephanie giggled, and stepped away from the
door.  If Brad were to suddenly open it, she could pretend to be in the
middle of a long conversation.

   Peeping on you banging your lover silly?  Nope.  Not me.  Been here the
whole time.  Just ask Natalie.

   She was sure Natalie would back her up.  Girls didn't need to be
long-time acquaintances to help each other out with that sort of thing. 
Especially if 'that sort of thing' included a wildly enraged man wielding a
wildly enraged boner.

   "Actually, I'm pretty busy finalising the booklets.  The auction is in
just over an hour, and I still have the canvases to do as well."

   "Oh."

   Don't say that.  Don't kick me out.  How can I stay?

   "Maybe you could use a hand with things?  Making copies and putting
pages together is basically half my job."

   "Ah...  sorry, Stephanie.  It's all on my computer program, you see-"

   "-But that's if you are finished with the photos.  I had so much fun
earlier, I thought I'd come back for a few more."

   Natalie took her hands off her laptop, and eyed Stephanie suspiciously.
"Really?  I kind of thought you busted in here trying to hide from
somebody."

   She was given an easy out, but for some reason Stephanie stuck with the
lie.

   Or was it?

   "No, I really want to do a few more photos.  Give my buyer extra value
for his money."

   "Well, your portfolio is already finished.  At the bottom of the stack
somewhere, if you would like to look.  But, there was a pose I didn't get
from you, wasn't there?  One that was kinda important."

   "Oh.  The...  the upskirt shot."

   "Bingo!  I thought it was a shame to print your book out without it, but
I could probably still add a few loose pages to it." Natalie looked
thoughtful, and Steph suspected there was some kind of problem with that
idea.

   "Ok."

   What am I saying?  I missed my chance to get hold of some knickers!

   "I've had a lot more champagne since before.  I'm game." She was
invested in her lie, and there was no backing out now.

   "Great!  Well, I'd be happy to squeeze that in.  It'll mean mission
accomplished for getting my camera under the gown of every girl who came in
here.  Of course, if you had needed to hide from someone, I would have let
you sit quietly on the armchair while I worked."

   You could have said so sooner!

   "No, no, it's fine.  Like you said, every other girl did it, so I
shouldn't be an exception.  I had my reasons, but...  that's my own silly
fault.  Ummm, so, how do you want me?"

   "I've done them a few different ways.  Some girls I just had stand over
the camera.  I let the more demure ones keep their legs crossed, and some
crazy drunks crouched right down without even being asked.  Others were
happy to lift their dresses so I could snap their knickers or their butt
from a more conventional angle.  That model with jewelry instead of a top,
and the short tight skirt?  Her ass looked so hot when she bent over and
leaned on the table, I just went in for a close-up, and it was perfect."

   "Hmmm, well I won't be doing that last one."

   Natalie laughed.  "Of course not, but ummm, let's see.  You've got nice
legs and butt, and your dress is stunning.  Anything could work.  I
think... I want the dress to be featured, and it's too tight on you below
your waist for some kind of cheeky lift.  Let's go with the classic candid
shot from between your feet."

   Stephanie blushed, and looked to the spot where she had seen that girl
in yellow crouching over the camera, surrounded by strategically angled
lights.  There was a cable to facilitate the remote snapping.  It was all
still setup there, including the fancy camera.

   "Yep, just stand over there if you would please!  This will be so
easy-peasy, you'll wonder why you resisted me the first time."

   "Ummm, maybe because I was taught to be a lady and never let anyone see
up my skirt, let alone photograph and sell it!" Stephanie's retort was
contaminated with nervous laughter, and though her words were sensible,
they lacked any real conviction.

   "Auction, Steph.  Auction.  For charity, remember?"

   "Hey, I'm doing it aren't I?" Stephanie slowly walked over to the
camera, disbelieving every step she took by her own free will.  She knew
she was all messed up in her head.  The string of sexy incidents that led
her here had taken their toll on her judgement, twisting it more than any
amount of alcohol could have.  She knew this, and yet she kept placing one
foot in front of the other.  Natalie was fussing with her laptop, and the
lights surrounding her feet came on.

   "Yeah you are!  You're brave after all, and gorgeous and...  oh. 
You're...  very brave, I guess..."

   "You...  you can see?"

   "Uh huh.  And, I totally get your reluctance earlier.  Damn, I wasn't
expecting that!  And here I thought you were shy!"

   "I am shy.  This was the result of bad wardrobe planning."

   "Yes, I'm sure.  Look, normally I would say let's just forget about it.
But, Stephanie.  What I'm looking at here?  It's just so hot.  I would
really like to take the photos just the same, if it's ok with you."

   Stephanie tensed.  Another woman was looking at her private areas.  For
the first time ever, she was sharing the most intimate parts of her body
with another.  Well, unless you counted the beauty technician the previous
day.  Stephanie didn't count that.  Natalie was looking at her vulva right
now, probably all enlarged on her screen.  And she seemed, dare she think
it, captivated by what she saw.  Stephanie had never imagined anybody
paying attention to her down there; her vulva was basically a new discovery
even for herself!  But was it really that...  'hot'?

   Even now, she was given the chance to back out of this.  But she was
riding the thrill of her flirt with danger, and Natalie had asked rather
nicely.

   "Go ahead.  I'm feeling charitable."

   There was a shutter snap from below, and Steph felt her face burning
with a fresh flush.

   That's it now.  Your vagina is immortalised on film.  Your hairless, wet
vagina.

   "Let's do a few more.  Put a foot behind the camera, and then step over
it with the other one.  Like you are just walking along and someone got a
cheeky shot of you."

   Stephanie did so, and the shutter sounded a few more times in the
process.  Like it could be made into an animation of her stepping, her
buttocks shifting, her labia peeking out.

   "Beautiful.  Now, stand just in front of the camera with feet crossed
over each other."

   That one was easy, as it restored her modesty.  The camera was still
pointed up towards her ass, but it was covered by her dress.

   "Yeah, wow, your legs are amazing in that one.  Stephanie, could you
slide your hands down to your knees?  But keep those pins perfectly
straight.  So that your dress rides up your legs a little."

   So much for modesty for her ass.  But she did as bidden, earning a low
whistle from Natalie, and several more shutter clicks.

   "Perfect!  Just, gorgeous.  Honestly, I have all I need.  But, if you're
up for it, I'd love to do a super naughty one too."

   "Naughtier?  How so?"

   "Just stand with feet apart.  As wide as you dare."

   She didn't have to.  She really didn't have to.

   In for a penny, in for a pound.

   And then, an epiphany.  She wanted to.

   Stephanie took a deep breath, and summoned her courage.  She turned to
face away from Natalie, unable to look her in the eye right now, even
though she still wore the mask upon which she tried to lay the blame for
all her bad behaviour.  She wanted to do this, but it was still just too
embarrassing.  Of course, that was the point, really.  She bit her lip for
a moment, but that didn't cut the mustard.  She brought her hands up to her
face, and chewed on her fingernails in her trepidation.

   Ever so slowly, she stepped her feet shoulder width apart, a stretch
made possible by the split leg feature of her dress.  She did so slowly, so
as to savour every moment of excruciating embarrassment as her best kept
secrets unfolded upon Natalie's screen.

   "Oh, God," Natalie mumbled.  "A bonus for the lucky buyer.  I'm taking
it anyway."

   The shutter snapped, and Stephanie held fast.  A large part of her was
certainly pretty keen for somebody to offer her a magical teleport back to
the comfort of her home, whereafter she would never need to see any of
these people again.  But at the same time, she still wanted this.  She was
glad she had mustered the courage to wear this dress and show off her boobs
to so many strangers.  She was glad she had shared her first kiss with a
beautiful woman, and that she had permitted her breasts to be fondled, her
nipples teased.  She was glad she had spied on Brad and Mia.  She was even
glad that circumstance had brought here without any panties on.

   It was give and take.  She accepted the generosity of this event that
didn't cost her a cent, and contributed as much glamour as she could,
humble as that may have seemed at the onset due to her lack of confidence.
But now, she was contributing just fine.  With interest even, now that the
winner of her portfolio at the auction would score some extra value indeed.
But, if there was one generosity this night had gifted her, that she had
yet to adequately compensate for...

   Don't think about him now.

   "Stephanie?" Natalie's small voice roused her from behind.  "Would you
like, ummm, to step out just a little wider?  Only if you want to."

   Stephanie took her hands from her mouth, and instead slid them down her
body, down towards her knees.  Without Natalie making any request for her
to do so, she assumed the same bent over position as before.  It felt so
strange doing such an unlady-like pose.  So naughty, but at the same time
absolutely, panty-creaming incredible.  And then, as requested, she inched
her heels and toes out wider.  She heard Brad's voice in her head - his
repeated use of the title 'slut', and the oddly positive response it drew
out of his partner.

   You're a slut, too.  A slutty little witch.  Might as well go even
wider, slut!

   His phantom voice was directed at her now, and she could only agree that
she was indeed a deviant who wanted to expose her vagina for all to see. 
She bit her lip, and did it again.  Heels out, followed by her toes.

   *Snap!*

   "Well!  I don't think there's a need to try and top that last one. 
Steph, you're an absolute trooper.  So.  Fucking.  Hot.  Wanna see?"

   Natalie was tapping away at her laptop, but Stephanie did not need to
see.

   "No!  I told you last time, it's embarrassing enough just knowing you
took them!"

   "Oh.  Do you...  want me to umm, delete them?  I came here to do glamour
shots, and these are all stunning.  But I might have gone too far, sorry?
These last few are a bit more, well...  pornographic than I had ever
planned.  I...  I don't have to-"

   "-And don't ask me that!  I wanted to do it and I did, so there
shouldn't be an undo button.  It's just for your eyes, and for the auction
winner, right?"

   "Right!  Ok, well.  That took a tad longer than I thought.  I'll be
pressed to get it all processed in time now, if you don't mind?"

   "Of course!  I'll leave you with it.  And, Natalie?"

   "Mmmhmm?"

   Stephanie closed the distance to where the girl sat.  She hadn't
intended to sound upset at all.  She wasn't upset.  Embarrassed yes, with a
high chance of later regret.  But right now she wasn't sorry, and she had
never felt so alive.  She wanted to share her elevated state with Natalie.
Emboldened by her experience with Mikayla just a little earlier, she
decided to pay it forward.

   She bent down.  Natalie did not pull away.  She had no mask on herself,
and her expression showed her confusion.  Stephanie turned her head
sideways to avoid stabbing Natalie with her beak, and found the girl's lips
with her own.  She gave her one brief, but full and wet kiss.  Natalie's
lips were not as full and luscious as Mikayla's, but they were warm, and
trembled deliciously against hers.

   "Good luck finishing your portfolios!" Stephanie said immediately after
breaking off from the kiss, and spun to head for the door.  She didn't look
back, but she couldn't help but giggle at the stunned look she had caught
on Natalie's face.  Stunned, but certainly not offended.
   At least, she assumed the girl wasn't upset.  Why should she be?