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   T-shirt for sale.  Part 22

   I took the drink from the bar, then made my way back to the security of
the dimly lit corner booth.  As I sat on the curved seat, I was joined by
the two lesbians.  The women slid in on either side of me, sandwiching me
between them.  Before I could utter a word, one of the women said, "Well
hello sweet thing.  What are you doing here, at this late hour ?"

   I replied with the only response I could, "I'm waiting on my friend to
come get me".  The other woman said, "What do you say we keep you company,
until she arrives?" I was frozen in fear.  "Now, I'm sure you are aware you
are naked", said the first woman, as both women started caressing my
breasts, particularly, my nipples.  I was petrified, yet stimulated, at the
same time, when I replied, "She should be here soon".

   The two women looked at each other, then grinned, while saying
simotaniously , "We better get started then!" I was quivering, when I
replied, "Started doing what?" The second woman, said, "Bringing you to
your happy place, of course, silly!" One of the women got up and moved the
table out a couple feet, then returned sitting by my side.

   They spread my legs open, as one of them shined the light from her phone
on my exposed pussy.  "Oh look!  Look at that plump, pink labia!", She then
turned to me, and said, with a sinister grin on her face, "Someone's been a
naughty little bitch tonight".  The other woman, asked, "How many orgasms
have you had tonight?" I had no response.

   The first woman slid her two forefingers into my slit, while massaging
my clit with her thumb.  I was completely helpless, as she continued the
stimulation.  The other woman continually worked my nipples, between her
thumbs and forefingers.  I looked around to see if anyone was watching, but
only saw Chris, watching the T.V.

   By now, I was too far gone.  I wanted to.  I mean had to, cum again. 
The one woman kept working my pussy at a feverish pitch, while her friend
continued twisting my nipples, when I felt my second massive orgasm of the
night, coming on.  I gritted my teeth together, in a vain attempt to be
silent.

   UUhhhhh!  UUhhhhh!, was heard throughout the lounge, as my body
convulsed, and another titanic load of my pussy juice.  poured out of my
from between my legs.  The women scooped up as much of the gooey substance
as possible, and like Becky had done earlier, smeared it all over my tits,
face, then ran their fingers through my short black hair.

   I collapsed in complete ecstasy, right there in the booth, no longer
hidden by the table.  I heard one of the two women say, "Chris.  Will you
take a picture of us?" Still.  I could not move, yet alone object.  Chris
came from around the bar, took the woman's phone, then waited, as she took
her place next to the "Newest Filthy Tramp of San Francisco".

   I sat there totally limp, legs still spread apart, as the two women sat
on either side of me, telling me to smile.  Chris took some photos of us,
as I was unable to react in any manner at all.  As the phone camera clicked
on and on, Kim walked in, and stood before us.

   She looked at me, as if looking over her glasses in disapproval, but she
didn't wear glasses.  "Kelly!  you look like my daddy's car does on Sunday
afternoons", she said.  "A fresh new coat of wax".  Unable to respond, I
watched as she pulled out my phone, and said, "Let's get a few more
souvenirs, to remind you of your trip to our fair city".

   She then grabbed my hand, and said, "Come on, Kelly.  Let's get you up
to your room, before the Vice Squad shuts down the hotel".  Chris and the
two women laughed, as they watched Kim walk me by the hand, out of the
lounge.

   "So tell me, Kelly!  What's it like to be brought to climax, by two
complete strangers, in our public hotel lounge ?", she asked.  I couldn't
answer, and just followed her back to the lobby.  Kim pressed the up button
in the elevator, then used her special key to disable it.  "Wait in her",
she said, as she walked back to the private office, leaving me naked, in
the lobby elevator, with the doors open.

   It seemed like at eternity, until she returned.  She finally entered the
elevator, dressed in her jean shorts, leather halter and military boots,
holding my clothes and purse.  She used her key to turn the elevator back
on, but made no attempt to hand me my clothes.  I looked at her, and asked,
"Should I get dressed?" "What's the point?", was her reply, as I remained
naked, for the trip to the fourth floor.

   She escorted me to my room, holding back on either opening the door, or
giving me my key-card, so I could open it.  I stood there, covered in my
own cum, waiting to see what she would do next.  Then second elevator door
opened, as I looked at Kim, begging her with my eyes, to open the door to
my room.  She opened the door, and pushed me in.

   I walked straight to the bed, and flopped on it, laying on my back.  Kim
looked at my cum covered torso, and said, "Kelly.  It's almost 4:00 am. 
Get some sleep, and meet me at the front desk at noon.  Becky and I are
going to take you to the fair tomorrow".  I smiled, as I watched her walk
out the door, then fell asleep, feeling more sexually satisfied than I had
ever been before.



   T-shirt for sale.  Part 23

   When I woke in the morning, I laid on the bed, reliving the previous
evening in my mind.  My crusty skin, from all of the cum smeared on me, by
Becky, and then the two women in the lounge, (who's names I never did get)
was a constant reminder of my debauchery.

   It was 9:30 am.  That gave me enough time to post some pictures on my
favorite web-sites, take a long hot shower, and be ready to meet Kim and
Becky by noon.  First, the photo postings.  I opened the pictures in my
phone, and put them in two separate files.  My "Only One Naked" file, and
my "Dirty Little Slut" file.  I went to my favorite web-sight.  "Only One
Naked", hence the name of my first file.

   Without the slightest bit of hesitation, I posted twelve photos, showing
me serving the pub customers while fully naked.  It may be a little
self-centered, but I only posted photos, showing me and the customers.  I
left Andre, Kim, Ashley and Kayla out, at least for now.  Seeing myself
permanently posted, among the other naked women, who had become my sexual
fantasy heroes, was exhilarating.

   I knew when I got home, I would post many more from the dozens and
dozens of photos, I had in my possession.  I call them my "little Treasure
Trove".  I might even find a place for some of the photos from my, "Dirty
Little Slut" file.  After 45 minutes of filing and posting, it was time to
take a long, hot shower.

   While in the shower, washing off the evidence from my night of
depravity, I started washing my pussy, when I thought to myself, "It's not
like I slept with five different guys last night".  Yes, I may have over
exposed myself, (understatement of the year) but in reality, I was only
touched by the fingers of three very talented women".  Believe it or not,
that's how I was justifying my actions, while trying to hold on to some
sense of integrity.

   I finished my shower, dried off, then set to the task of picking out my
wardrobe for the day.  I knew I would not be wearing the other sundress, I
had packed for the trip.  I needed something with a few layers, limiting
the possibility of Kim and Becky manipulating me out of my clothing again.

   Of course, I decided to start with basic white cotton panties and a
white bra.  I laid out my dark blue shorts, which came half way down my
thighs.  A white T-shirt, followed by my ultra light, powder blue jacket,
with my "Kelly's Prints and T's", logo on the back.  Sneakers and ankle
socks, in case we would be doing a lot of walking, and to top it all off,
my dark blue baseball cap.

   Still naked from my shower, I looked at the ensemble, feelin confident,
my two new friends would not be able to exploit my inner fantasies today.
With over an hour until noon, I went to the web-site I had posted my photos
on, hoping someone may have already posted some comments.

   I would post comments on the sites I visited, all the time.  I was
hoping to induce the women into having additional "Nude in Public"
adventures, then post them on the sight.  This way I could live vicariously
thru them, and their escapades.  Now I was hoping others could do the same
thru me.  I searched to see if any comments were left, even though the
photos were posted barely a half hour ago.  I was not disappointed.

   When it comes to putting yourself out there, naked on the internet, it's
important to remember the old adage, "Be careful what you wish for".  Some
people can be cruel.  I've read comments that pick apart some of the
women's bodies, even though I felt they were beautiful.  (all in their own
way) It's always been their courage that inspired me.  The first comment I
received, was kind of sweet, (I guess) but a bit salacious, to say the
least.

   I clicked on the comment box, a bit afraid of what I might read.  Up
came the words, "Look at that adorable face and body!  I would eat that
sweet, juicy pussy, like I was enjoying a four course meal, right there at
the bar.  I WOULD EAT HER SWEETNESS IN FRONT of EVERYONE THERE!".  My first
comments, about my first posting, about my first 'nude in public'
experience.  I was planning to bring myself to climax, for the first time,
while viewing my first naked post.  A pretty cool collection of "Firsts",
wouldn't you say.

   The author was obviously referring to the photo of me sitting on the
bar, with my legs spread open, after Andre dropped me off, following my
little ride on his shoulders.  It was the 'One' photo, I actually thought
twice about posting.  Apparently, someone out there, was glad I did.

   I had no problem bringing myself quickly to orgasm.  Then I took my
second shower of the morning.  Feeling sexually satisfied, and pleased with
my choice of outfits, I got ready, then left my room to meet Kim at the
front desk.  All the way down to the lobby, I was hoping I didn't run into
anyone who might recognize me, from last night's naked debacle.



   T-shirt for sale.  Part 24

   I made it down to the lobby unscathed, yet I still felt apprehensive. 
The thought that someone might show up, who could recognize me, and may
reveal some, or all of the details, of my early morning public exhibition
in the hotel, was disconcerting.

   The hotel lobby was clearly more active than it was last night.  I
started remembering how I stood here , naked and ashamed, surrounded by
eight or nine people.  As I was scanning the area for Kim, I noticed a
woman walking around, as if she was looking for someone.

   Her hair was is a pony tail.  She was wearing black boots, that only
came up to her ankles.  thickly woven black fish net stockings, a large,
bright red silk scarf, that she had wrapped around her waist, and a black
bra.  Not a black bikini top, but a black bra!  She topped it all off with
a black leather cap.  Having spent the majority of last night totally naked
in public, who was I to judge?

   When she turned in my direction, I realized it was Becky.  She noticed
me too, and made her way over to where I was standing.  Before I could say
good morning, she grabbed me by the cheeks, then kissed me on the mouth,
slipping me some tongue, like she did last night.  I don't know what came
over me, but I slid my tongue into her mouth.  I was making out with a
lesbian, right there in the hotel lobby.

   When we pulled back, I looked at her, and said, "You know Becky.  I'm
not a lesbian".  I will never forget her response.  "Kelly.  Any woman can
be a lesbian, when she craves a better orgasm".  She turned away to looked
for Kim, as I thought about what she had said.  It was true!  I had the two
most massive orgasms of my life last night.  Both brought on by the gifted
fingers of lesbians.

   As I was coming to grips with my current situation, Kim walked in the
front doors of the hotel.  Dressed in her military boots, a short jean
skirt, allowing the black waist band of her thong, to be observed across
her lower back, and a rainbow colored bikini top.  She walked up to Becky
and I, and gave us both big hugs.  I felt so out of place, in my
meticulously chosen outfit.

   As we prepared to leave for the 'Fair', Kim showed Becky a photo of me,
covered in my own cum, naked and spread eagle in the hotel lounge.  Becky
looked at me, and said, "Kelly!  Are you cheating on me already?" Both
women laughed, while I was unsure how to respond.

   I did however, see I was right last night, when I thought Becky had a
nice little body.  In just her black bra and stockings, scantly covered
with her red scarf wrap, her clothes (if you could call them that) were far
more revealing than the jeans and baggy T-shirt, she was wearing the
evening before.

   We left the hotel, then walked three blocks down the street.  To my
great delight, we were going to ride on one of the world famous, San
Francisco trolley cars.  While on the trolley, I tried to get the girls to
divulge more details about the fair, we were about to visit.  I don't think
they were dressed the way they were, because they had plans to ride a
Ferris Wheel, or eat funnel cake and cotton candy.  They both just replied,
"You'll see, Kelly.  You'll see".

   We exited the trolley at our stop, then walked another few block, to the
so called "Fair".  My jaw almost hit the ground.  There were hundreds of
people dressed like nothing I had ever seen before.  Dozens of men had on
vests, shirts etc.  along with the footwear of their choice, but no pants
or underwear.  Many others were wearing only thongs.

   Some women were dressed in only their underwear.  Others were topless,
or had only pasties covering their nipples.  Some women were wearing
nothing but body paint.  The variety of dress was astounding, but all of it
was salacious, bordering on obscene.  One woman was tied to a big "X" in
the middle of the street, wearing only a thong, while a dominatrix was
providing the flagellation.  I was practically in shock!



   T-shirt for sale.  Part 25

   Becky and Kim noticed I was visibly shaken, and allowed me a few minutes
to take it all in.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  After a few
minutes observing the unusual festivities, I heard Kim say.  "Kelly.  We
all have our hidden desires, and secret fantasies.  Just as you were able
to fulfill yours last night, these people get to indulge in theirs, today".

   Becky appeared unaware, that being the 'only one naked', was what
excited me above everything else.  She then asked me, "Kelly.is being naked
in front of people who are dressed, what turns you on?" I was unable to
answer, when Kim jumped in.

   "Of course it is, Becky!  She hesitated getting dressed in the pub last
night, even though we all had our clothes back on.  When I suggested
playing, "Locked Out Naked", she started taking her clothes off, right
there at the hotel lobby desk.  I had to remind her that in order to be
'locked out naked', you weren't supposed to have access to your clothes!" I
felt so humiliated, listening to the two women.  openly discuss my most
inner sexual passion.

   Right then, Becky grabbed the sides of my face again.  I thought she was
going to plant another kiss on me, when she said, "That settles it, Kelly!
You are going to serve champagne and hors d'oeuvres, at Alice's party
tonight.  Think of it!  You get to act out your fantasy, for 'Four' whole
hours.  With all the material used to make the guests' costumes, yours will
be the only skin visible in the entire place.  Well, yours an the two male
servers, but they'll have on their thongs!"

   I had been mentally sucked into Becky's vision.  So with some
hesitation, I asked, "I thought there were going to be 'Two' nude women
servers there?" Becky replied, "Well, truth be told Kelly, Alice and I came
up with that idea, to get you to agree to serve at the party".  "You and
Alice?", I asked, a bit taken back by the odd alliance.  "Yeah!  I'm
working the bar at the party!  It'll be so much more fun, if you're
there!", she responded.

   I was completely blind-sided by this new revelation.  Just when I felt,
I could endure no additional disclosures from Becky, nor could I undergo
any further public discussions, about my most confidential urges, Ashley
and Kayla made their appearance onto the scene.  They were dressed in
matching, cut off, rainbow colored T-shirts, with no bras of course. 
Bright pink bikini bottoms, and cowboy boots.

   I was now encircled by four women, who had witnessed me attain, the most
private of all female experiences, "An Orgasm!" I turned my attention to my
surroundings, (certainly, up to the task, when it came to distractions)
attempting to seem oblivious, to any further discussions, the four women
might be having, concerning my very public naked ordeal.

   Kayla and Kim started comparing photos of me.  Kayla had a one of me,
completely limp, with my legs spread wide open, covered in my own cum.  It
was one of the many photos taken of me, in the pool room of the pub last
night, thanks to Becky.  Kim had practically the same photo, but hers', was
taken in the hotel lounge, about 3:30 in the morning.

   In both photos, I was stripped naked, legs spread wide open, blissfully
limp, skin glistening from my own female juices, yet with an unfamiliar
smile on my face, looking like the "Dirty Little Slut", I had become.  I
decided to take a walk.  I needed separation from both, the liveliness of
neighboring activities, but also, the constant reminder that I had become
San Francisco's newest trollop.

   I told the women that I wanted to have a look around, then ventured off
on my own.  I noticed when I got out of earshot, of the women wearing
nothing but a thong, fastened to a large "X", and calling out, "More! 
More!" to her dominatrix, I was able to find some sense of normality.  At
least as I saw it.

   I walked several blocks, then noticed the street had been closed off by
the white and orange wooden saw horses, often used for block parties and
special events.  There were food and clothing vendors, along with literally
hundreds of people, who were there as spectators, not participants.  When I
reached the blockade, I walked back in the other direction.

   I walked back passed the "Center of Activity", (I guess that's what
we'll call it for now on) and saw much of the same.  I found out later,
that they blocked off a total of five blocks.  The middle block was where
the so called, "Activities" were taking place.

   The two blocks leading in either direction, were mostly occupied by
vendors and curiosity seekers.  In fact, no one in the outer areas, were
salaciously dressed, yet alone completely naked.  I stopped and picked up a
couple of tacos from one of the food vendors, which I must tell you were
the best I have ever had.  Maybe it was because I hadn't eaten since last
night's dinner, but they were fantastic.  With a full belly, I ventured on.

   Realizing I had no interest in participating in the day's public events,
I finally understood how self-absorbed I really was.  Kim was correct, when
she said, I "Got Off" being the 'only one naked".  It was true.  As I
reached the barrier, at the opposite end of the five block stretch of
public street, Kim and Becky, had met up with me.

   Before either could speak a word, I noticed a woman wearing a wrist
brace, and became mesmerized.  I glanced around at my surroundings, and
observed another woman, selling Hawaiian leis from around her neck, to
people in the crowd.  Kim called out, "Kelly!  What are you staring at?" My
business persona had completely taken over, and I turned to my two new
friends, and said, with dollar signs running through my head, "I think I
can sell T-shirts here."

   The two women looked at me, then at each other, then back at me,
completely bewildered.  "What are you talking about?", Becky asked.  "I
could make money selling T-shirts here", I repeated.  Kim said, "Well I'm
sure you could Kelly, but with so many other's selling T-shirts, would it
be worth your while, to come down here from Oregon?"

   I gathered Becky and Kim around me, like in a football huddle, then
shared my sudden epiphany.  "I could make one hundred T-shirts, that said,
in big bold letters on the back, "Buy This Shirt.  Right Here.  Right
Now!", and sell them for $50.00 to $100.00 each".  They both looked at me
like I was crazy.  "Why would anyone pay that price for a T-shirt, that
said that on it?", Kim asked, while Becky's facial expression showed she
agreed with Kim's summation of my idea.

   "Because I won't be wearing anything under it", I replied, with a
devious grin on my face.  It was like the light bulb had lit up over both
their heads.  Kim screamed out, "That's Brilliant, Kelly!", while Becky
rapidly shook her head, up and down, in agreement.

   "All I would have to do, is rig up one of those wrist bands to hold my
phone and credit card reader.  I could take the payment first, then remove
the T-shirt, and hand it over to whoever purchased it", I explained.  "Out
here on the far edges of the fair, people, especially young guys, would pay
that kind of money, just to see me have to walk away naked", I continued.

   "I could take orders for both color and size, walk back to my booth, get
the appropriate T-shirt, then wear it back to my prospective customer.  He
or she pays me.  Then, and only then, do I remove it and turn it over to
them", I explained.

   "You do realize that some idle chit chat, and the inevitable selfies,
will be part of each sale.  Don't you, Kelly?", Becky asked.  Kim answered,
"Of course she does!  She's won't be selling T-shirts!  She'll be selling
little shreds of her dignity!  Again, Kelly!  I think it's brilliant!"



   T-shirt for sale.  Part 26

   In an attempt to curve Kim's zeal for my idea, if even for a moment, I
tried to lower the level of enthusiasm, by asking, "How often do they have
this fair?" Becky replied, "Once a year, Kelly.  They hold it on the same
Saturday, in June, every year".  "That's good.  That will give me time to
prepare for next year", I said.

   I then looked at Becky and Kim, and asked, "Now you guys are sure, I
wouldn't get in any trouble, if I were naked, this far away from the center
of activity?" As luck would have it, Kim recognized this incredibly cute
cop, and called out, "Het Matt!  Come here!" I started feeling a bit faint,
as the gorgeous police officer made his way to where we were standing.

   Kim gave him a big hug, as he looked at me.  I could tell he was trying
to comprehend, how this girl, wearing a typical Saturday afternoon outfit,
was associated with a woman dressed in little more than fishnet stockings
and a bra, and another woman, wearing a rainbow colored bra, short jean
skirt and military boots.  I was wondering the same thing myself.

   "Matt.  You know Becky", Kim said, as Matt and Becky nodded, and greeted
each other.  "Matt.  This is my new friend, Kelly", she said, turning his
attention to me.  "Matt's my brother, Kelly!", Kim said, as she looked at
me, then back to Matt.  I gave a sheepish grin, and said hello, feeling
intimidated that a police officer, in full uniform, was talking with us.

   Kim asked him, "Matt.  Kelly wants to know, if she took off all her
clothes, right here, right now, (using the words I was planning to have
printed on my T-shirts) would she be at risk of a fine, or even worse,
arrest?" Matt looked at me, and said, "Kelly.  You would be entirely within
your rights to do so".

   "The event planners have pulled all the required permits.  As long as
you stay on the street, and between the barriers, you would be legally
allowed to express yourself, however you pleased".  I was finding it hard
to look him in the eye, while we were discussing my possible nudity, at
next years festival.

   Then, out of the blue, Kim said, "Alright.  Now that that's settled,
Kelly give me your clothes".  I turned to her, and abruptly replied, "Kim!
I'm talking about selling T-shirts at next years' fair".  That's when, my
plans to remain dressed today, and not allowing Kim or Becky to manipulate
be out of my clothes, started to unravel.

   "Kelly.  If you plan on selling T-shirts here next year, don't you think
it would be wise to know, in advance, that you have the fortitude, to
follow through with that plan?  Otherwise, it may be time and investment,
wasted".  Before I could answer, Matt interrupted, and said, "If you're
serious about this Kelly, Kim might be right".

   Becky looked at me, and asked, "Kelly.  How much money could you make?"
My mental calculator had already come up with the answer.  "Well Becky, if
I sold 100 T-shirts, at $100.00 each, less inventory and travel expenses, I
would stand to make an $8000.00 profit.  If I could sell them for only
$50.00 each, I would still profit $3000.00.

   Becky's eyes grew wide open, when she said, "$8000.00 ?  I'd walk around
naked for that!  Even $3000.00.  How many people do we know, (as she looked
at Kim) make $3000.00 for and afternoon's work?" Kim just smiled, and said,
"I'll take those clothes now, Kelly".

   With Kim, Becky and Matt looking at me, I was forced to come to terms
with both, the idea of me selling T-shirts right off my naked body, and the
concept of being, barely or totally naked, in front of literally hundreds
of clothed people.  I was focused on the expressions of my three new
friends, while I considered my options.

   The advise of the many women, on my favorite websites, through their
personal experiences, explained in their posted stories, was a constant
reminder of, "What Not" to do.  First and foremost, never cover up!  Any
display of modesty, would bring on ridicule, along with the cruel comments,
that can sometimes follow.  I decided to find out if I had the fortitude,
(as Kim had put it) to persevere through the inescapable, Shame and
Humiliation of my future endeavor.



   T-shirt for sale.  Part 27

   First, I did what anyone would do.  I removed my thin summer jacket,
then handed it to Kim.  She folded the jacket, and placed it in the huge
purse she was carrying.  It was the size of a beach bag.  I hesitated, not
knowing what to remove next.  Becky suggested, "Take off your shorts,
Kelly".  Looking around, I felt that any observers, would think I was being
stripped searched, due to Matt's presence.

   I summoned the courage to unbutton my shorts, and let them fall to my
ankles.  I then stepped out of them, bent over to pick them up, then handed
them over to Kim.  I couldn't help but look around and see if anyone was
watching.  I had become the spectacle of the day, for so many of the
curiosity seekers.

   With just my T-shirt, panties and bra left, I started feeling
self-conscience in front of my growing audience.  Kim said, in a stern
voice, "Kelly.  I'll take that bra now".  I looked at Becky and Matt,
hoping someone would intervene, and liberate me from my impending fate.  No
assistance would come.

   I reached under my T-shirt, unhooked my bra, pulled it through my shirt
sleeve, then handed it over to Kim.  With nothing on but my T-shirt,
panties and sneakers, I felt like, I may as well have been naked.  The
white T-shirt, I was wearing, was barely containing my erect nipples, and
only came down to my navel, letting the onlookers see, I was close to being
totally naked.

   Kim, Becky and Matt, were surveying the crowd, and the obvious
attention, I was now receiving from the many clothed spectators surrounding
us.  Feeling like I could bare no additional public humiliation or
exposure, I watched as Becky explained to the onlookers, that I had lost a
bet.  I guess that's the standard excuse used, when someone decides to take
off their clothes in public.

   Kim, on the other hand, was not quite so understanding.  She said, so
all watching, could here, "Kelly!  lets have those panties!" I froze solid,
now staring at her, hoping for some measure of sympathy.  She looked at me,
then repeated, "Kelly!  I'll take those panties now!", as Becky continued
to reassured my growing audience, I had lost a bet.

   Afraid to look my spectators in the eye, I knew Becky and Kim were
taking the photos, I would relish later.  The expressions of the observers,
was the key to how someone, who was the only one naked in public, could
assess the mood of the crowd.  Very important, when someone is viewing the
photos on line.  At least for me.

   I had no choice, but to become the submissive little slut, Kim wanted me
to be.  I pulled my panties down passed my thighs and knees, then over my
sneakers.  I was looking at the ground, as I handed them over to her,
exposing my clean shaven pussy and bare ass to the onlookers.  Now that Kim
held every stitch of my clothing, other than my thin, white T-shirt, she
smiled and started walking away.

   "Kim!".  I called out.  "Where are you going?  You can't leave me like
this!" Kim smugly looked at Matt, not letting on that he was her brother,
to the spectators, and asked, "Officer.  Can I leave her like this?" Matt
held back his obvious enjoyment of my naked plight, and responded, "Today,
and today only, Miss.  As long as she stays on the street, and within the
boundaries, she'll be fine."

   I pleaded, "Kim!  Please!" She looked back to Matt, and asked, "Officer.
Is a bet, a bet?" Matt replied, "It is where I come from, Miss".  With
that, she walked away, then vanished into the crowd, with my clothes.  I
turned to Becky, and asked her to borrow her big red scarf.  She simply
replied, "Sorry Kelly.  Can't help you".

   Before I knew what was happening, Becky decided to add insult, to my
humiliating injury.  She took her right forefinger, and slid it between my
pussy lips.  As I stood there in horror, she said, "Oh Kelly.  You are so
wet!  Time to go!  Thank you officer", as she gave Matt a nod, then took my
hand.  I heard Matt call out, "Have fun girls".  Becky pulled me through
the dressed spectators, while the eyewitnesses, laughed and cheered, as
they saw my bare ass, disappear into the crowd.

   I wanted to crawl into a hole and die, yet I could not deny how horny I
had become.  Becky was right.  I was soaking wet between my pussy lips.  I
thought about the woman going through her public flagellation, wearing
nothing but a thong.  That's when I realized, we all have our own special
sexual buttons.  Mine was being, shamed and humiliated, by being the only
one naked, among clothed people.

   Becky led me through the maze of clothed people.  I became even more
aroused, as I made little eye contact, yet felt the fabric of their clothes
rubbing against my almost bare skin.  I listened closely to the comments,
coming from the people surrounding me.  Still, at least a full block away
from the center of activity, I was definitely "The Only One Naked" in the
immediate area.  It was about 2:30 in the afternoon, and I was coming to
terms with, and starting to enjoy, my almost naked state.



   T-shirt for sale.  Part 28

   The idea off selling T-shirts right off my naked body, was rolling
around in my head, as Becky stopped and smiled at me.  Not sure what this
sudden pause was about, I would soon find out.  "Well.  Kelly!", I heard
from behind me.  "Another lost bet?  Or do you flaunt your pussy in public,
just for the fun of it?" To my complete dismay, I turned to see the voice I
heard, was that of Stacy, and Sue was with her again.

   An overwhelming feeling of trepidation came over me, as I stood there
stupefied, unable to utter a single word.  The two women took the
opportunity to gather some additional photos of me.  Photos that I'm sure
would be used to prove, I had become the dirty little slut, of my college
graduating class.

   Getting discovered, being naked (or in this case, almost naked) in
public, by someone you know, can be one of conjecture, on their part. 
Certainly, one of humiliation, on yours.  Being discovered once, may be the
result of some unusual circumstance, like a lost bet.  But twice in 24
hours, no way!  Their belief about me and my lifestyle, was now deeply
rooted.

   I could feel my face turning red, when Sue asked, "Any reason you're
concealing those little baby breasts of yours, not to mention your thimble
size nipples, Kelly?" Stacy added, "We can see your nipples piercing
through that little T-shirt, Kelly".

   Still speechless, I felt my hands reaching for the bottom of my shirt,
so I could stretch it down to cover my pussy and ass.  I was about to break
the first rule, of public nudity.  Becky discretely took my hand, keeping
me from humiliating myself even further.

   She kissed me on the mouth, and said, "I'm gonna go see if I can find
Kim.  We'll catch up with you later".  My facial expression, was begging
her not to leave me, but she turned and walked toward the center of
activity, leaving me standing there bottomless, with Stacy and Sue.

   To my surprise, the two women each took one my arms in theirs, and
started parading me through the crowd.  Stacy said, "You know Kelly.  You
were the topic of conversation, after we left the bar last night.  Now we
all could understand losing a bet, then having to wait tables in the nude.
But here you are again, walking among all these people, with no pants or
underwear on.  What gives?"

   I still hadn't spoken a word, since running into the girls again.  I
cleared my throat, then forced myself to answer Stacy.  "I swear.  Less
than 45 minutes ago, I was wearing panties, a bra, shorts and a little
spring jacket, with my company logo printed on the back".  "What
happened?", Sue asked.  I felt cornered, and decided to tell the girls
about my idea, to sell T-shirts off my body.

   I explained how the concept took seed, when I noticed the woman wearing
a wrist band, designed to help with carpal tunnel or a sprained wrist.  I
told them how I was planning to modify it, to securely hold my phone and
credit card reader.  Noticing the woman who was selling Hawaiian leis from
around her neck, just moments later, cemented the idea in my head.  I even
told them the T-shirts would read, "Buy This Shirt.  Right Here.  Right
Now", on the back.

   As I went on explaining some of the basic revenue possibilities, I
observed an attitude change, in both of the women.  If only for a moment,
they looked at me more like an entrepreneur, than the bottomless slut,
standing before them.  Sue, was actually holding on to my every word, while
Stacy said, "Kelly.  That's technically prostituting yourself, even if you
not having sex with your customers".

   "Prostituting myself".  That thought was buried deep in my psyche, but I
was hoping not to hear it said, out loud.  Sue jumped in, and exclaimed,
"Who Cares.  Kelly!  Can I do it with you?" Stacy turned to her, and said,
in a scolding tone, "Sue!" Sue turned back to her, and said, "You said it
yourself last night, Stacy!  Right after we saw Kelly waiting tables in the
nude.  You said, you wished you had the courage to do something like that".

   Stacy's face started turning red, as I was dumbfounded by the new
revelation.  In an attempt to defect the now, unwanted attention, from
herself, Stacy turned to me and said, "O.k.  Kelly.  I'll buy that T-shirt,
you're wearing, for $10.00".  In an act of defiance, I replied, "$20.00!"
She reached in her purse, pulled out a $20.00 bill, and handed it to me.  I
took the $20.00, put it in my sneaker, then removed my last vestige of
modesty, and handed it over to Stacy.