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   T-shirt for sale.  Part 46

   I had my first full view of Becky's body, as she locked the pub door. 
She was wearing black hi-top Converse All Stars, with her ultra short,
black and white striped, referee skirt.  She turned to head back to the
bar, when I yelled, "Wait!" Becky looked confused, when she asked, "Wait
for what?" I replied, "Becky.  You look so adorable in that skirt with
those sneakers.  I just want a minute to take it all in".  She pulled up
her skirt, and said "Look Kelly!  No thong!  See how you inspire me, Dirty
Girl?"

   Seeing her little tuft of blonde pubic hair, made me horny again.  I
turned the saddle back on low, then resumed working my clit on the phallus,
as I watched her looking down at her own, well trimmed pussy.  She looked
back to the camera, and said, "Can I close up the pub now?", still holding
up her skirt.  I replied, "Yes, but please send me a full body selfie". 
She lowered her skirt, retuned to the back of the bar, then finished
washing the bar glasses, as I enjoyed the light stimulation of my clitoris.

   "Oh!  By the way Kelly!  The woman at Blanch and Alice's party offered
us $5,000 each if we'll perform pretty much the same way we did at Alice's
party.  What do your think?" "$5,000 each ?", I replied, in astonishment.
Becky smiled and said, "Yup.  $5,000 each".  I should have thought better
of it, but asked, "When is her party?" Becky looked at the camera, and
said, "That's why you're my Dirty Girl.  It's in two months.  You in?"
Still being stimulated by the Sabian saddle, I replied, "Sure.  Why not?"

   Becky said she would confirm the date, then let me know.  We chatted for
almost an hour, said our goodnights, then signed off.  It was now after
3:00 am.  I cleaned the residue of my public climax off the Sybian saddle,
then put it back in the box, placing it in a far away corner of my shop.  I
was tempted to walk the short distance to the house in the nude, but
decided my naked adventures should remain far from home.  I put on my
sundress, went back inside my house, took a long hot shower and went to
bed.

   I woke on Monday morning feeling happy I was home, but yearning for the
company of my new friends in San Francisco, especially Becky.  I took
another shower, not knowing if I needed to be refreshed, or needed to wash
off some left over residue from my weekend of debauchery.  Either way, I
dried off, brushed my hair, then my teeth and picked out my clothing for
the day.  White cotton panties, a bra, khaki shorts, ankle socks and
sneakers, and of course my "Kelly's Prints and T's" T-shirt.

   I made my morning coffee, then headed out to my printing shop.  I had
two orders to deliver, and one that was going to be picked up.  I set my
press for the plumbing company's T-shirts, knowing the blank navy blue
T-shirts would be delivered soon.  Knowing Becky and I had talked about
buckling down, and focusing on our businesses, while we waited for an
opportunity to see each other again, I poured myself into my T-shirt
printing business.

   For the next few weeks I took many school orders, including monogramed
polo uniform shirts for most of the school grades, and T-shirts for fall
flag football teams.  Business was good, but I was yearning for the
excitement of my San Francisco weekend.  Becky and I met on line often. 
Sometimes just to chat, but mostly to have cyber sex.  I so looked forward
to our early morning rendezvous.

   It had been a month since my San Francisco trip, yet my outrageous nude
in public adventures, were never far from my thoughts.  That's when I
received not one, but two invitations, that would allow me the chance to be
completely humiliated, while naked among clothed people.  The desire was
too great, so I jumped at both opportunities.

   I received a call from Becky one day at noon, when she said, "Hey Dirty
Girl.  I need a favor.  Well, actually my gay brother Eric, needs one. 
He's opening massage parlor on the Oregon coast, that will focus on fully
nude erotic massages for women.  He wants to have a someone to practice on,
who will give him a true evaluation of his skills, and feedback suggestions
to help him satisfy his clients.  I immediately thought of you.  What do
you say?"

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing when she continued, "His parlor is
only a little more that two hours from you.  You could leave in the
morning, spend a few hours being massaged to orgasm, while being the only
one naked.  It's perfect for you!  You'd be home before dinner.  Before you
answer, take a look at your schedule, and let me know what day this week
works for you".  "This week?  It's already Tuesday, Becky", leaving little
doubt that I would do it.

   "I was just helping out a friend", I kept telling myself, relieved to
see my Thursday schedule was open.  I had no appointments and could print
my T-shirt orders when I got home.  It was as if someone else was putting
the words in my mouth, as I replied, "Thursday works for me".  Becky
excitedly replied, "I knew I could count on my Dirty Girl", as she told me
she would set it up and get back to me that night.

   The second invitation was even more preposterous than the first, and
came in the form of a hand written letter from Blanch.  It read as follows.

   *****

   "Dear Kelly,

   "Alice and I are hoping this letter finds you well.  The place isn't the
same without you.  I'll get right to the point.  We have young female
friend, who will be holding a "Sex Toy" party at our house in three weeks.
Her name is Barbara, and she is looking for someone who would be willing to
allow her to demonstrate her products, for a gathering of ten straight
women.  We immediately thought of you, hoping for an occasion to see you
again. We realize that asking you to be stripped down completely naked,
while Barbara demonstrates the usefulness of each of her pleasure products,
is a tall order, yet we are optimistic that you may agree to attend.  Our
motives are selfish, as we both would greatly like to see you again.  We
will both be waiting in anticipation for your response".

   Your friends forever, Blanch and Alice.

   *****

   Enclosed with the letter, was an RSVP card, along with post paid, self
addressed return envelope.  The two crazy old women sent the request, as if
it was an invitation to a wedding or baby shower.  It was becoming clear to
me that Blanch was to Alice, what Becky was to me.  The one pulling the
strings from behind the scenes.

   The way Blanch artfully followed up the audacious solicitation, with a
heartfelt plea for my company, had me feeling very much needed.  I decided
to wait for Becky's return call, with instructions for my erotic, naked
massage, at the hands of her homosexual brother, Eric, before responding to
Blanch and Alice's invitation.



   T-shirt for sale.  Part 47

   Becky called me back at 2:00 pm.  My heart was racing, as I realized
what I had agreed to do for her brother Eric, rather what I had agreed to
let Eric do to me.  It was so surreal, as she gave me the address, then
sent me a photo of him, standing with her.  I will say this, he was both
handsome and fit.

   Still, the thought of this handsome gay man, massaging my naked body to
climax, made me feel both anxious and aroused, at the same time.  The idea
that this business he was starting may be taboo in some places, had me a
bit concerned about possibly breaking some local town ordinances.  Can you
imagine the humiliation of being caught by the authorities, stark naked,
while a handsome, fit young gay man was massaging my clitoris, as my legs
laid spread wide open.  The concept alone, frightened me, yet I could not
ignore how it excited me also .  My new hobby was a constant roller coaster
of emotions.

   I heard only half of what Becky was saying, as my khaki shorts and
panties, were now on a table in my locked printing shop, and my fingers
were buried deep inside my soaking wet pussy.  My mind was telling me to
back out, but my pussy was speaking for me, as I assured her I would be at
the parlor, no later than 10:00 Thursday morning.

   Once the details of my trip to "Eric's Oregon Coast Massage Parlor" were
confirmed, I asked Becky what she thought about Blanch and Alice's
invitation to the "Sex Toy Party" they were hosting.  Continuing to
pleasure myself, I heard Becky reply in excitement, "Damn right you should
do it Dirty Girl!  You'll stay with me of course.  Kelly!  We'll get to
make love, while talking dirty about your latest experience.  It will be
awesome!"

   After I hung up with Becky, I immediately pulled out my Sybian saddle,
lowered my wet pussy on the phallus and turned it on medium.  I then tore
off my shirt and bra, threw them to the side, then road my new gift to
another climax, imagining some of my customers were watching.  After my
orgasm, I cleaned the saddle, put it away and got dressed.  I kept telling
myself that this was getting out of control, but the level of climax was
like nothing I had experienced before.

   I opened my shop windows and door, allowing in some fresh air, then
returned to my work.  I worked until after midnight to keep up with the
orders, and have Thursday available for my trip to the Oregon coast, and
Eric's Erotic Massage Parlor.

   All day on Wednesday, I buried myself in my work and was caught up by
7:00 pm.  I had a small meal, then made my way to bed, where I fell asleep
by 9:00, while the T.V.  was still on.  I woke at 6:00 am, feeling anxious
about the upcoming day.  While drinking my morning coffee, I finished my
necessary on-line correspondences with my customer and suppliers.  I took a
shower, had a bowl of cereal, then went back to my room to get dressed.

   Undecided as to what was the appropriate attire for the day's events, I
chose my pastel blue sundress, with my white panties and bra of course. 
Sandals instead of sneakers and ankle socks, finished off the day's outfit.
After setting my GPS to Eric's address, I pulled out of my driveway, not
knowing what was possessing me to go through with Becky's request.

   Once in the small seacoast town, I found a local bake shop, thinking
another coffee and a muffin might help take the edge off.  It was 9:20 am,
as I walked in the quaint shop, leaving me with 40 minutes to get the 1/2
mile to Eric's massage parlor.  I ordered my coffee and one of their
blueberry muffins, then took a seat by the front window.  Looking out over
the charming little street, I found it difficult to believe an erotic
massage parlor would fit in here, even though I figured that's not how Eric
planned on promoting his new establishment.

   After finishing my coffee and muffin, I returned to my car and headed
the few blocks to Eric's, following the instructions of my GPS.  As I made
my way down the main street, that had a nostalgic 1950's feel, other shops
and businesses made it obvious that this was a gay-bi friendly town.  I
started to feel a bit more relaxed about my upcoming endeavor.

   I pulled into an available parking space right in front of the old, but
well maintained, white stucco, one story building.  With it's bright blue
awnings, along with white print that read, "The Total Relaxation Studio", I
felt relieved.  The clean, bright appearance of the building, fit right
into it's surroundings.  I summoned my inner courage, got out of my car,
then walked to the front door, unaware of what might be waiting for me
inside.



   T-shirt for sale.  Part 48

   Eric was waiting for me as I entered the front door.  He was wearing
blue men's jogging pants, white sneakers and a skin tight white T-shirt,
with his company's logo printed on it.  My first thought was he should have
given me the business, even though neither of us had any idea who the other
was, only a couple of days ago.

   We introduced ourselves, shook hands, then he took me for the dime tour
of his new facility.  The entrance and waiting areas were carefully crafted
to make the patrons feel relaxed, yet intrigued.  The waiting area was set
with wicker furniture, complete with large fluffy bright colored cushions.

   Photos displayed on the walls, were a combination of serene nature
photos, along with photos of the facility's different relaxation options.
There was not only one, but three small saunas, a Jacuzzi room, seven
massage rooms, and a door that led to the rear of the building, I was not
privy too.  My curiosity got the best of me, so I asked "Eric.  what's in
there?"

   Eric was openly gay, and his demeanor was such, that there was no
question about his sexual orientation.  He looked at me, and said, "Kelly.
That room is reserved for the women that want to climax, but are unable to
do so, while in any of our other facilities".  As I was staring at the
door, wondering what was behind it, I heard Eric say, "Kelly.  Let me show
you to your locker".

   He walked me back towards the front of the parlor, and pointed to a row
of lockers, saying, "You can put your clothes in this one, Kelly", pointing
to locker # 1.  I looked at the small 12" x 16" locker, then I asked, "Do I
get a towel or robe, or something?" He turned and looked at me, and
replied, "We have monogrammed towels, and robes, but they are still in
boxes out back.  Becky told me you wouldn't wear one anyway."

   I looked at him, and said, "She did.  Did she?" In total defiance to
proper etiquette, I slipped off my sandals, then put them in the small
locker.  I then removed my sundress, taking my time to fold the small
dress, before putting it in the locker, on top of my sandals.  My bra was
next, followed by my white cotton panties.  I put my purse on top of my
surrendered clothing.  Standing in front of Eric, totally naked, was making
me moist, as I asked, "What's next?"

   Hearing the locker door shut, while Eric spun the combination dial, was
when I knew I was to remain naked, until he decided I was allowed to be
clothed again.  It was both, a bit scary, yet incredibly erotic.  He then
said, "Let's show you one of the massage room, Kelly".  I followed him down
the hall, when I noticed a photo on the wall, which included Eric, and
three equally attractive and fit young men.

   I stopped, then asked Eric, "Who are these guys with you in the photo?"
His reply would make my knees buckle.  He stopped, looked at the photo, and
said, "That's Glen, Craig, and Luis, who will be the one holding the class
today", so nonchalantly.  "Class!  What class?", I asked, feeling nervous,
but intrigued.

   "Becky didn't tell you?", was Eric's response.  "Tell me what?", I
insisted.  "Kelly.  Luis will be the one performing the erotic massage,
while instructing the rest of us on the proper procedures, necessary to
elevate our clients to their safe, yet satisfying conclusion.  Some women
will want to climax, while others may just want the arousal provided from
the experience.  It's all up to the individual client".

   "Eric!  Are you telling me!  Luis is supposed to make me cum, while you,
Glen and Craig watch?  WTF ?", I exclaimed.  Before Eric could respond, we
heard the front door open, followed by the voices of men talking to each
other.  In a total panic, I looked around to find something, anything, to
cover my shame, as the voices came closer.  There wasn't even a box of
tissues.  I was about to be totally exposed to the three strange men, as
Eric had no response, but to shrug his shoulders.  I wanted to crawl into a
hole and hide.

   "Eric, buddy!  This must be Kelly!", said one of the men, who I would
later find out was Glen.  All three men greeted me, as I was still frozen
in my total humiliation.  "Hi", was all I could utter, knowing I was
becoming more moist between my thighs, as the introductions continued.  I
found out, when you feel you can endure no more, every second seems like an
hour.  An hour of complete mortification, or and hour of total arousal. 
Either way, I was standing with four handsome, ripped young gay men,
totally naked.



   T-shirt for sale.  Part 49

   Believe it or not, after meeting Luis, Glen and Craig, in the nude, I
started feeling a bit more relaxed.  They were all so sweet.  All four men
were dressed in their studio uniforms and looked, well....Delicious.  Craig
seemed fixated on my tits, when he just blurted out, "Kelly.  The pictures
Eric showed us, do not do your nipples justice.  They are like perfect
little gumdrops perched on your tiny breasts.

   "PICTURES!  What pictures?", I demanded, when instead, I should have
been completely humiliated and possibly offended.  Craig pulled out his
phone and showed me not only pictures of me waiting tables in the nude at
Becky's pub, but two of me after my massive orgasm in the pool room, after
the pub had closed.  I could have died of embarrassment.  I became
speechless.

   In an attempt to end the awkward situation, Eric suggested we continue
to see the rest of the facility.  The four men were showing me around, when
Luis said, "Well Kelly, What do you say we start with a nice relaxing
massage?' I barely heard him, as my thoughts were consumed with the idea
that these four men had photos of me naked, spread eagle, while covered in
my own cum.  The epitome of degrading.

   Anyone in their right mind would have insisted that Eric return their
clothes, got in their car and headed for home.  But I just stood their, as
they all looked upon my naked little body.  In somewhat of a daze, I heard
Luis suggest a change of itinerary.  "Kelly.  How about a bikini wax before
the massage?" I had grown back a small patch of pubic hair since my trip to
San Francisco, but kept the area around it, smooth and hair free.

   Still speechless, I nodded in approval, having no idea why I agreed to
such a demeaning procedure.  I was more than capable of removing my own
pubic hair.  Now I had allowed myself to be put in a position, where four
dressed men were going to watch my pubic hair removed by wax and tape. 
Eric lead us to a room with a padded table, where one half folded from flat
to upright.  He set the back half way up to a 45 degree angle, then patted
the seat, indicating me to hop up on it.

   Luis walked over to me, then spread my legs open, so the bottoms of my
feet were touching.  Almost the same position Becky had put me in, when I
was laid out on the bar in her pub.  He then ran his fingers through my
small patch of jet black pubic hair.  I was so stimulated, I began to be
concerned the wetness coming from my pussy may be detected.

   Luis turned to get the wax, when Glen started running his fingers
through my pubic hair, asking me, "Kelly.  Are you ready to be completely
bald down here?" turning everyone's focus towards my soon to be bald pussy,
while still running his fingers through the small tuft of hair.  I
continued to remain speechless.

   As Luis prepared to apply the wax, Eric whispered in my ear, "This may
help you to relax, Kelly", as he reached over my shoulders, then started to
massage my erect nipples with some kind of stimulation cream.  Barely 11:00
am, and I was naked, legs spread wide open, while one of the four dressed
men was applying wax to my pubic hair, while another was massaging my
nipples, and the other two were observing the entire sorted affair.  Every
sexual fiber of my being, was total aroused.

   The rip of the tape, then seeing it with my black pubic hair stuck to
it, sent shivers up my spine, as Eric continued to keep me calm, by
massaging my nipples.  Fortunately the waxing was over quickly, due to the
small size of my pubic patch.  Glen grabbed some crÃ"me and started rubbing
my now red pussy lips, slipping his fingers inside my slit on occasion, as
Eric never stopped my erotic nipple massage.

   Luis put away the waxing materials, and asked, "Ready for a nice
relaxing massage, Kelly?" I looked up at him, and asked, against my better
judgement, "Can I have an orgasm first?" Luis answered, "Of course you can,
Kelly.  I'll be right back".  Eric told Craig to continue my nipple
massage, as he told me he was going to set up a face-time with his sister
Becky.

   Looking at Craig massaging my nipples, and Glen working on my clit, Eric
said, "Kelly.  I know my sister has not been this happy in years, and I can
see why she's given you the pet name "Dirty Girl.  You two are perfect for
each other", as he made the connection with Becky.  Dirty Girl was not the
name I would have hoped was broadcasted, while I was being massaged by four
dressed homosexual men, while naked.  Luis returned to the room, holding a
vaginal massage wand.