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 �>�Twin Foe by Another Anonymous

   INTRODUCTION Joan tended to take trouble more with anger than with fear.
One could imagine a tougher life, but getting ahead as a bikini and
lingerie model required some toughness and Joan got enough of it.  Now if
someone tried to threaten her, she sure was not going to give in.  She
fumed at the picture of her look-alike.  It was true that she looked just
like her.  It was amazing.  But Joan did not feel like being amazed.  The
letter that had come with the picture was a pathetic attempt to blackmail
her.  In short, it said that this girl was going to ruin her career if she
did not pay a certain amount of money.  To Joan, it was just a laugh.  It
was true that the woman on the picture looked just like her.  But then
again, it showed a gorgeous young woman, that very obviously did not feel
comfortable in that kind of vulgar pose she stroke in the picture, although
it actually did not show nothing, except for the fact of theirs striking
resemblance.

   Joan was not just a beautiful young woman working as a model.  She also
had brains.  With the help of her agency it was quiet easy to target the
woman from the picture.  She simply asked them to search for a model that
resembled her for a fake twin shoot.  Three days later she knew everything
she needed about that girl, who was part of the plot schemed against her.
Katya, an amateur model, who so far had not even tried modelling swimwear
or lingerie, like her.  Joan was a professional, she had never gone
farther, but actually she would have liked to, only her agent had told her
not to pose topless and not to even think about nudes.

   So nobody knew, that Joan had a wild side.  And a wicked one.

   She worked as a model.  She was not famous, but she was doing well.  Her
look-alike blackmailer Katya lived in another town, quiet far away.  Joan
sensed her chance.  Joan sensed her chance to live out her fantasies.  And
to live out her mean side.  She would travel overseas and ruin that girls
-(TM) life, ruin that girls -(TM) reputation, by doing exactly what they
were trying to do to her.  At the same time, she would live out her secret
fantasy.



   CHAPTER 1  -" NIP plus

   Joan had Ashley with her.  Ashley was her lifelong friend with a
fabulous mean character.  She had to do the spying part.  And the
photographer Jim, who had additional qualifications.  He brought in his
technical knowledge, so they could trace her targets movements.  He found a
way to make them able to know where the car and the mobile phone of Katya
was, which meant that they could always find and avoid her.  Jim also was a
hunk of a guy and knew martial arts, which provided protection.  And he was
loyal, as long as Ashley fulfilled his sexual needs, which she willingly
accepted for the time of the project.  They had researched that Katya was
tanned all over, had no tattoos and had her pubic hair completely shaven.
That information was gained by Ashley at the women -(TM)s locker room of
Katya -(TM)s Fitness Club and double checked at the showers.  That matched
with Joan, which was important for the plan.

   The first strike was simple.  Joan had bought exactly the same summer
dress that seemed to be Katya -(TM)s favorite.  Other than Katya would do,
Joan wore it with nothing underneath.  It was a simple white, cotton,
knee-length summer dress that contrasted beautifully with her tan.  It
unbuttoned to the waist.  Buttoned, it enticingly bared enough of her
cleavage.  Joan of course unbuttoned it that a generous amount of her
breasts was uncovered.  Now this was going to be fun.  She put on the some
kind of sunglasses Katya wore and was ready to go.

   They knew that Katya had just finished shopping and was returning home.
So they drove to the pedestrian area where Katya had just been.  Ashley
drove the car, and Jim staring at her was quiet unnerving.  It was not as
easy as Joan had thought.  She was very self-confident about her looks and
her body.  Flaunting it was part of her job.  But still she had never posed
topless or nude.  And now, on her premiere, she planned on doing it in
public.  For the moment being it was hard to even stand Jim ogling her half
exposed tits, areola and nipples deliberately on display.  Well, if she
could not stand him staring at her, she should not have started the whole
thing.  She tried her best to ignore him.  Joan noticed Ashley smiling
knowingly.  She was a close friend, but a friend with a distinct mean side.
It was obvious that she enjoyed Joan -(TM)s discomfort.  And Ashley loved
the effect the whole situation had on Jim.  Playfully she had placed one
hand on his thigh, ever so casually lightly running a finger over his
crotch.  Joan tried in vain not to think of the pulsating erection of Jim
which was being toyed by Ashley -(TM)s expert hand so skillful right now
and right before her eyes.  It was terrible, but then again it was pretty
hot as well.  Joan started worrying where this might lead to.  And she
wondered about herself.  After all, this had been her very own idea.  She
had to be crazy.  Before she could ponder any further they reached their
destination.  Joan quickly collected herself and blocked out all her
thoughts and doubts.  There was no turning back now.

   Joan stepped from the car and started walking past the very shops Katya
had been visiting just a few minutes before.  Joan immediately caught every
ones attention.  Everybody stared as she passed them with swaying hips and
exposing her full, jiggling breasts.  The first steps she felt verey shaky,
but very soon Joan smiled.  To her own surprise this really turned out to
be her kind of fun, although she would never admit it to anybody.  She saw
Jim capturing her from a distance.  Also did she notice some young men
pointing mobile phones at her.  Obviously she got well captured.  This wasn
-(TM)t planned, but now that it happened it seemed inevitable.  Joan
decided that this turn of events could actually be of help to complete her
goal.

   Ashley approached her and handed her an ice cream.  The next steps had
to be performed quickly.  Joan gestured to Jim to get near.  She sat down
on a bench, playfully and suggestively circling her tongue around the ice
cream.  Jim gave her a thumbs up sign.  So far it had not been difficult
for Joan, although she felt her heart racing.  With just one quick movement
she could cover up, so far.  But that was about to change.  Joan had
searched the internet for nude in public sites, many brave girls had done
it before.  She was sure that she could do it, especially under false
identity.  It was true that later they would take her for Katya.  But for
the moment being it was her, nobody else but her, who was performing the
task.  In a distance she saw Ashley, with her wicked, mischievous smile
that Joan had learned to love and to hate during their friendship.  She was
not going to chicken out!

   With two brisk motions she bared her shoulders.  Then she let the dress
slide down, leaving her exposed down to the waist right in the middle of a
crowded pedestrian area.  A rush of adrenaline kicked in.  This was so
cool! Joan felt the air on her hardening nipples  -" the pictures would be
great.  She continued to play with the ice-cream.  This kept her occupied
and helped her to block out her surroundings.  To finally outdo herself she
had to work up all her courage.  Joan closed her eyes and spread her legs
to offer Jim the unobstructed view up her skirt, along her long tanned legs
to her clean shaven pussy.  She slowly counted to ten, then opened her eyes
again.  Now that it was pretty obvious that they were doing some sort of
nude in public photo shooting, more people had gathered, and Jim was not
the only one capturing her.  Joan blushed  -" this was really exceeding her
plan.  She almost felt sorry for Katya.  Almost.  She got up and resisted
the impulse to put the top back on.  It was hard, but now there was no
turning back.  And after all, she was a professional, and she knew that
modelling sometimes was hard.  Nonchalantly ignoring the stares she walked
back in direction of the car.  Jim and a bunch of young guys stayed close
to her, capturing her from all angles.  Joan approached one young guy and
with her best smile she gave him the ice cream.

   Still Joan was hesitant to take the next step.  This had already gone
out of hand with all these guys and theirs mobile phones.  Should she
really strip completely under these conditions?  But then again, it was not
her, it was just Katya.  Katya, who was taking part in an attempt to
blackmail her.  Katya did deserve what was happening next.  Smiling
brightly Joan did some turns and swaying motions, while she slid the dress
down past her hips and let it drop to the floor.  People applauded as she
stepped from the dress and struck some poses for the cameras, finally
completely nude.  The sunglasses were the only thing left to keep her
dignity.  Joan now was blushing fiery red but never stopped posing.  Joan
-(TM)s mind raced.  This had to be her most humiliating experience ever. 
And at the same time it was the fulfilment of an old fantasy.  Joan was
sure that she would never be able to do this again, and yes, she regretted
it deeply.  This was so wrong!  She had to stop right now!

   Joan was close to give in to shame and fear, but then another strong
feeling started to prevail.  Arousal.  She thought of Jim -(TM)s throbbing
erection back in the car and wondered how hard his dick might be now, at
the sight of her stark naked.  She cupped her tits and realized that her
nipples were rock hard.  She gasped at her own touch.  She toyed a little
with her breasts smiling at the cameras.  They had more than enough
material, she could stop this right here.  She could just pick up the dress
and go back to the car  -" and it was over.  Pictures from the internet
raced through Joan -(TM)s mind.  Many of those brave girls had gone one
step further.  Joan scanned her audience.  No kids around.  The people
around her had built a circle, blocking her from view.  Jim was very cool,
taking pictures and encouraging her with smiles and thumbs up signs, his
gaze gave away his arousal.  Joan had always loved to tease men, but of
course never gone that far.  Now she was going to give it to Jim.  And the
rest of her audience.

   Joan lowered herself in a squatting position.  Ever so slowly and
deliberately she opened her legs.  Spreading them she offered her open
gaping pussy to the cameras.  It was overwhelming.  Joan felt the blood
rush through her body, her heart was beating like mad.  She closed her
eyes. Again pictures from the internet raced through her mind.  Some of
those girls had even gone one step further.  Joan -(TM)s hand found her
pussy, and yes, it was sopping wet.  What an adventure!  For the moment
being a quick rub would have to do.  The audience cheered her on.  Wolf
whistles and applause from every direction.  To Joan it became an out of
body experience.  She watched herself from above as she was toying her
pussy.  Rubbing it faster and faster.  Not stopping.  Not stopping until
the end.  Joan was a sensual woman.  She loved sex and she had experienced
great orgasms before.  But that one that was ripping through her right now
had to be the strongest she had ever experienced.  Joan almost fainted
right there in the middle of her frantic spectators.  It was Jim who picked
her up, throwing the white dress over her nude body.  He quickly led her
away, the car was near, Ashley was awaiting them, Jim pushed Joan into the
back, jumped in and they raced away.



   CHAPTER 2  -" Over and done, or isn -(TM)t it?

   They were silent.  Joan still was naked, the dress lay crumpled to Jim
-(TM)s feet at the front.  Joan tried to gather her senses.  She almost
failed to realize that Ashley pulled in.  Ashley leaned over to Jim who
already had lowered his trouser, sporting his throbbing erection.  That was
the deal, Ashley had to fulfil his sexual desires, and obviously he did not
want to hold out any longer.  Ashley gulped down his dick and started deep
throating Jim, giving away her vast experience.  Joan was shocked and
stunned.  This was pretty embarrassing for her.  Ashley was her friend and
everything, but she had never watched her blowing a guy.  Jim groaned with
pleasure.  He came almost immediately, and Ashley swallowed the whole load.
Joan actually was impressed.  Ashley raised, winked at her and licked her
lips.  Jim stayed rock hard.  He motioned Ashley to go on.  Ashley just
smiled and got down on him again.  Jim grabbed Ashley -(TM)s t-Shirt and
easily ripped it apart.  Ashley interrupted her work only for a quick
hysterical laugh as he threw the remains of her shredded top on the back
seat.  Ashley -(TM)s beautiful tanned tits wiggled free.  He started
fondling them roughly.  Joan was dumbfounded.  This was very hot, but an
inner voice screamed at her that it was wrong to stay and watch.  Now Jim
wildly tore on Ashley -(TM)s skirt, tearing it into pieces as well.  The
panties followed suit.  Joan made a mental note that Ashley, just like her,
was tanned all over.  Great body, she had to admit.  Still, Joan did not
want to witness her friend having sex.  Jim lowered the seat and easily
lifted Ashley on top of him.  She screamed with lust as he impaled her. 
Joan could not believe it.  He was ...ing her right in front of her.  And
Ashley didn -(TM)t seem to mind.  Very quickly Joan -(TM)s embarrassment
became unbearable.  She did not want to see this.  But what should she do?
She was stark naked on the back of a car with nowhere to go.  In a split
second she decided to get out of the car.  Quick.  Now!  She opened the
rear door, grabbed the remains of Ashley -(TM)s T-Shirt and stepped out.

   Joan -(TM)s heart was beating as she stood beside the car.  Stark naked.
The moans from the car left no doubt about what was happening inside.  She
checked her surroundings.  A small dead-end street.  Apartment buildings.
No one in sight.  She did some uncertain steps, not knowing where to go,
but just as well not wanting to stay close to the car with the noisily
...ing couple inside.  She wondered how long it would take until they drew
attention to them.  Wasn -(TM)t it illegal to ...  in public?  A few meters
down the road there was a garage door which was open.  Having nowhere else
to hide Joan went there.  She examined the torn t-Shirt.  The front was
completely ripped apart, and most of the back as well.  Joan figured that
she could tie it in the front for some minimal coverage of her boobs. 
Still her bottom would stay fully on display.  She could also rip the
T-Shirt in two parts and try to tie one half around her bottom and the
other around her chest.  It would look ridiculous, but at least provide
both top and bottom coverage.  At least a little.  There was no one in
sight, so Joan decided to search the garage for something to put on.  But
it was empty, just a few tools and nothing else.  She looked at the torn
piece of cloth in her hand and could not decide what to do.  Maybe she
should just stay here stark naked and wait until Ashley and Jim got
finished.  She only hoped that -- Voices outside!  Joan rushed to the
entrance of the garage again.  Four guys where surrounding the car,
laughing, cheering  -" and taking pictures with mobile phones.  Poor
Ashley!

   Obviously Jim reacted in a wise way.  He was a hunk of a man and a
fighter with knowledge of martial arts.  But he would not take the risk of
a fight with four strangers.  If someone called the police, there would be
some explaining to do.  Joan understood that he had quickly locked the
doors, started the car, honking the horn as a warning he started the car,
the guys withdrew and he sped away.  Joan could see Ashley -(TM)s head
beaming red as they passed her hiding.  Leaving her behind.  Poor Joan!

   Joan didn -(TM)t have time to worry about being left behind.  The four
guys came into her direction, laughing and joking about the brunette and
putting that stuff online.  Joan went as far back into the garage as
possible and hastily put on the torn t-shirt.  She groaned as it did
nothing to cover her boobs.  Joan was desperately fidgeting with the
material trying to tie it together somehow.  Panic paralyzed her, when she
heard a young guy exclaim  -�What the ...! -� Next thing was that she faced
four grinning guys ogling her, while she desperately tried to cover herself
with her arms and hands.  Of course they pulled out theirs mobile phones in
order to capture her.   -�Wow!  Katya!  I can -(TM)t believe it! -� Joan
tried to plead,  -�wait -- -�.   -�She -(TM)s the arrogant prick teaser
from school! -� he exclaimed.  Now Joan knew she was doomed.   -�Come on,
get out of the dark, get outside with us -�.  Joan hung her head, 
-�please, no -- -� but to no avail.  They dragged her outside, insulting
her.  Obviously Katya was not popular among them.  And it did not help at
all that Joan was not Katya, because she looked just like her.  And, even
more important, Joan did not want anyone to know that she was not Katya. 
Actually it would have been a disaster if they found out about her
identity. She wondered how long it would take Ashley and Jim to notice she
was no longer in the car and to return to her rescue.  The guys kept taking
snapshots of her.  Joan had to gain time.   -�Okay, wait boys.  This
situation is hard to explain, but instead of molesting me, you should come
to my aid. -� The just laughed.   -�Do you remember what you did to George?
Do you want me to call him and ask what to do, now that we -(TM)ve caught
you naked on the street? -� Another one added,  -�Katya, you -(TM)ve always
been a mean slut.  We will not miss the opportunity to punish you now -�.
Joan realized that things were about to get out of hand, but -- She thought
it over quickly.  These guys showed no intention to rape  -�Katya -�, or
hurt her.  At least not physically.  Considering her plan to ruin Katya
-(TM)s reputation, the turn of events might not be all that unfavorable. 
Joan gathered her senses and calmed herself down.  This was crazy, but it
could be fun.  She said,  -�Okay, you got your pictures.  What else do you
want from me?  I -(TM)ll do it, and then let me go. -� They smiled.   -�We
are not done with you, Katya.  Not yet.  Since you look so hot in the nude,
we should show you around a bit. -� Those guys were full of ideas.   -�Let
-(TM)s make it a game.  We will give you certain challenges.  If you don
-(TM)t fail we will give you one item to wear for each challenge. -� What a
great idea!  Joan was not sure if she really could do that, even supposedly
being Katya.  Did she have the nerve?  But then again she felt thrilled. 
The proposal could mean that she could live out a secret fantasy of hers
under false identity.   -�I guess I don -(TM)t have much choice.  What do
you want me to do? -� The guys were more than happy.   -�You -(TM)ve
started modelling, isn -(TM)t it?  So the first task will be easy for you.
Get rid of that t-shirt and pose with us like a pro! -� Joan smiled, this
way she could win time.  Ashley and Jim could be back any moment.  She
would pose with these guys a while and then leave.   -�Okay, who wants to
be first -�, she said removing the torn t-shirt.   -�No, not here.  This is
a boring location.  And I -(TM)ve got a great idea were to go.  Poor Joan.
When Ashley and Jim returned, missing Joan only a short moment, all they
found was the torn t-shirt.

   Joan learnt, that there were quite a few men burning for revenge on
Katya.  They had lead her to a secluded area of a public park, where they
were awaited by six more guys that had gone to school with Katya, leaving
them with hatred against her.  George, the guy that seemed to have the
biggest problem with her, was the first to go.  He made her pose with him
in various humiliating poses, making her spread her legs and even her
asshole for the camera.  And as if this wasn -(TM)t bad enough, he was the
first to notice that Joan had gotten wet.  This set the tone for the
following nine posing turns with each guy.  In the end Joan -(TM)s face was
beaming red of shame and humiliation, her heart was beating fast and she
fought against the urge to touch herself.  Despite from the poses they made
her do, they treated her quiet all right, except for calling her slut.  Her
striking beauty seemed to daunt some of them.  Two or three just made her
stand at their side and smile at the camera in the nude.

   None of them had the least suspicion that they were dealing with Katya.
Joan doubted that Katya would have chosen to agree to play along.  All
these pictures would hit the internet.  Katya -(TM)s reputation would be
ruined.  The turn of events was far better than Joan had planned, so far.
If only she could release her tension.  And what else was in store for her?

   Finally the first challenge was completed.  Joan wondered which piece of
clothes they would offer her, as there was only just as much as everybody
wore right now.  Actually they were not that organized, nobody had brought
spare clothes.  Of course they had been completely surprised that the
arrogant bitch Katya played along.  It was hard to believe, that she even
seemed to be willing to go on.  If she really went on getting herself
humiliated by her former schoolmates they had to find a way to organize
some slutty outfits.  For the moment they seemed to be lost, nobody was
satisfied with the idea to just hand her a t-shirt.  Finally one of them
found the perfect solution, which made them all laugh a lot.  He unbuckled
his belt and gave it to the blushing beauty.

   Joan did not know what to say.  Of course the belt was  -�something to
wear -�, but it provided no coverage at all.  She blushed fiery red.  The
guys thought it was for modesty.  Truth was, that Joan realized that she
got heavily turned on by the thought of cruising the place with ten horny
guys being practically naked.  She would never have dared to do so, but
being Katya provided new possibilities to her.   -�Where to? -� she
cheerfully asked.



   CHAPTER 3  -" Karaoke Bar exposure

   Joan danced on the table, eyes half closed and gyrating to the beat. 
The task was simple  -" they sang, and she had to dance.  Joan loved to
dance and while dancing she could easily block out her surroundings.  She
knew she looked hot.  She had a great models body, and the belt accentuated
her slim waist.  The guys kept capturing her, every now and then one of
them some joined her.  Dancing together it was impossible to avoid hands
brushing her skin eventually, but there was nothing mayor about it.  They
all had drinks, Joan gratefully accepted a beer, then another and another.
Basically they were having a good time.   -�I don -(TM)t get it, Katya -�,
one of them shouted over the music,  -�why have you always been so bitchy
back then? -� Joan gave him her best smile,  -�Maybe you should just have
tried a different approach -- -�

   When one of them tried his luck singing a ballad song, George approached
her for a slow dance.   -�After what you did to me, you should not turn me
down now -�.  Joan had never tried a slow dance in the nude, and George was
neither nice nor handsome.  But spontaneously she decided to have him get
his payback on Katya, which served her in having hers.  Without a word Joan
turned to melt back into his arms.  Smiling at the silly expression on his
face.  Joan was surprised how naughty she could be.  Pulling herself
against him, she immediately felt the welling desire in George, ignited by
the feel of her firm breasts and those hardened nipples pressing into his
chest.  She could imagine Katya vomiting at the thought of dancing slow
with George, least of all in the nude.  Now this was happening, and while
some of the guys just stared others gathered theirs senses and captured the
whole scene.  Joan decided to make sure to drive this as far as she could.
As far as she dared.  George -(TM)s arousal was immediate, driven by the
feel of her close and naked.  "MMMMMmmm," she purred "That -(TM)s special,
isn -(TM)t it?" Joan let him have his way, when he let his hands slide
down, cupping her sweet firm naked ass.  His heart raced, and Joan had to
admit that she felt flattered.  Joan had never even imagined doing such a
crazy thing.  Dancing naked in a public place, a slow dance with a stranger
who got all worked up over it!  When the song ended, she was determined to
take things a bit further.  "When was the last time, a sexy girl did a lap
dance for you?" and with that she twirled around to place her backside
firmly against his fully erect shaft.  The music had changed to a Disco
beat.  Teasingly Joan shook her ass like a wanton slut, grinding into his
crotch.  Then she withdrew and turned around, smiling at him.  "I don
-(TM)t want you to cum in your pants, George.  Why don -(TM)t you just sit
down and enjoy the show?"

   Poor George!  It had taken him all courage to press on Katya to do a
slow dance.  He had felt great and very masculine at the start, but as the
dance went on he had shrunk to a nervous bundle.  Katya was just too much
for him, his dream girl, but just as much a nightmare.  He was intimidated
by his own erection, by his racing heart and he wanted the dance to end. 
And now, Katya wanted more.  He wished, he had never come.  A lap dance! 
George just stared at her dumbfounded.  Now things were getting out of
hand. For him!  As much as he wanted to have his revenge on that bitch, he
felt kind of like the tables were turning.  But how could that be?  Katya
was naked in front of everybody, they had humiliated her in various ways,
and now she even was degrading herself further by offering him, him of all
people, a lap dance.  If this was a dream come true, then why did he feel
so uncomfortable about it?

   She pushed him to a seat, exclaiming  -�no touching, or it -(TM)s over!
-� George hurried to reassure,  -�of course, Katya, you know you can trust
me -- -� This smile, her mischievous smile, wasn -(TM)t that her dangerous
smile he had earned to love and hate.  Everybody gathered around them in a
small circle, it was too late to stop.  George felt his throbbing erection,
and he wanted nothing more than Katya to do a sexy dance for him, but at
the same time he dreaded the outcome.  Katya had always meant trouble for
him.

   Joan was oblivious to his plight.  At least for the moment being. 
Moving in front of George now, she started to slowly swing her hips. 
Raising her arms above her head she had him enjoy the close up view of her
perfect tanned tits.  Then cupping her breasts, Joan moved in close, so
close George could almost get his mouth on them....  But not quite, and
then she straightened back up again, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples,
which sent sparks straight to her throbbing clit.  Joan found her nipples
extremely erect.  This was so exciting.  Joan momentarily lost her place.
She closed her eyes and soft moan escaped her lips.

   Poor George!  This was so humiliating for him!  His body was betraying
him.  His heart was racing.  All his blood seemed to have rushed into his
hurting erection.  When Katya pushed her boobs at him, those delicious
boobs he had adored for so many years without even getting close seeing
them unclad.  But he had fantasized about her boobs so much.  And now they
were so close, so beautiful, so perfect.   -�Don -(TM)t show any affection
to Katya -� his mind screamed in a futile attempt to get into control.  But
he just craned his neck, stuck out his tongue, oh, those nipples.  Sh1e did
not let him get to them.  Her smile.  That mischievous smile.  Please, let
it be over soon.  And don -(TM)t do that again, I can -(TM)t stand more of
this!  Then his mind went numb.

    -�Oh, I did not get that, could you please do that again? -� one guy
exclaimed, remembering Joan of her audience.  She smiled back at him and
repeated the movement.  Only that this time George stuck out his tongue,
and Joan bowed just that little bit lower, that allowed him to flicker the
tip of his tongue over her nipples.  The guys were frantically cheering
them on.  Joan lifted back up again, turning and gyrating in front of
George.  Then she approached him again, straddling his legs, and rolling
her hips.  George stared at her thrilled and actually still not believing
what was happening.   -�I can smell Katya -(TM)s arousal! -� he exclaimed,
-�and I can see the moisture between her legs! -� Joan was mortified.  She
felt betrayed by her own body.  Did her body really completely give away
her arousal?  Sliding a finger slowly across her wet slit, she found proof.
George -(TM)s eyes seemed to pop out of his head, he could hardly breathe.
-�Katya -- -� was all he managed to gasp.  Joan found her courage again. 
She enjoyed the power she had over George.  He just stared at her, mouth
open, and yes, he actually started drooling.  But Joan was far from being
finished with him.  An idea occurred to her.  She dipped her finger in her
wet pussy again.  Then, keeping eye contact with George, she raised her
finger to her mouth, and painted her lips with her own juices.  George was
paralyzed, he just let it happen.  Joan now was enjoying herself, she felt
completely in control.  She leaned over again and surprised George
completely, when she planted a kiss right on his lips, giving her a taste
of her juices.  She let the kiss linger a moment, before backing away. 
George was panting.  His face had turned from beaming red to pale.  He
looked like he was about to faint.  Or about to burst out crying.  This was
all too much for him.

   Standing in front of George once again, Joan cupped her breasts her
hands again, mockingly rocking her hips the way she would ride him.  Once
again she turned and bent, presenting him the view of her firm round ass
and sopping wet pussy.  Joan was determined not to give in to the urge to
really touch herself and get herself off, although her excitement asked her
to do so.  For the moment being she felt in control, but she sure did not
want things to get out of hand.  She almost had to laugh.  As if things had
not gone out of hand.  Far beyond that!  If she really was Katya, she would
have felt utterly humiliated and completely destroyed.  Not being Katya
made this an adventure Joan enjoyed totally.  But after all she was with
ten strangers.  As much as the whole thing was turning her on, she had no
intention to have sex with any of them.  And of course if she went too far
there was a serious danger that the mood was changing.  Joan imagined that
some false decisions might lead to a gang rape, and then it would be her
and not Katya to endure it.  Of course she had to stay in control or leave
right away.  For the moment being it was obvious that these guys admired
her and were filled with glee that  -�Katya -� had agreed to party with
them and to boldly flaunt her naked body, show herself off in every detail.
That was far more any of them had ever imagined in his wildest fantasies.
So Joan felt pretty safe and decided she could go further.

   So Joan approached George, inches away, and again slid one finger down
between her pussy lips.  She gasped as she finally started rubbing across
her clit, and plunge into her wet hole, stroking, while George watched.  He
was so close!  At least that -(TM)s what she thought!  Joan looked back and
realized that he had closed his eyes.  He was clenching them shut. 
Stopping and leaning over the helpless George, Joan began to unbutton the
poor guy -(TM)s shirt.  He opened his eyes in shock.  He shook his head no
and looked at her pleadingly.  Joan just smiled sweetly at him and
whispered  -�enjoy! -�

   Poor George!  It was just too much for him.  Katya had humiliated him
way back, and he realized she would do it again.  Now.  In front of
everybody.  Again.  Everybody was clapping and cheering.  His brain had
stopped working.  There was nothing he could do, or could he?

   Joan slid down to her knees between George -(TM)s legs, pulling his
shirt apart, off his shoulders, revealing his flabby paunch and chest.  It
was only then, with the shirt in her hand, that a new plan took shape in
Joan -(TM)s mind.  There wasn -(TM)t much more she could do, she had
revealed herself in any imaginable way and Katya -(TM)s downfall seemed
inevitable, with all these captures.  It was time to leave.  And this very
guy, lying there paralyzed beneath her, would supply her with what she
needed.  For a start she had a shirt.  And there was more.  Oh, she was
having so much fun --

   Looking into George -(TM)s panicked and wide open staring eyes, Joan
gently stroke the throbbing hardness between his legs.  His mouth formed a
-�no -�, which stayed unnoticed.  Joan was loving the sound of his moan. 
She unbuttoned and unzipped George -(TM)s pants.  He did not lift his hips
to help her as she forcefully pulled them off, taking his boxer briefs with
them.

   Maybe this was the first moment in which some of the guys noticed that
the tables had turned.  Instead of humiliating Katya, she had skillfully
found a way to humiliate George right in front of them.

   Joan took a quick glance at the naked guy before her.   -�You should try
with sports, George -�, were her last words.  Pants and shirt in her hands
she turned and, before anyone could react, Joan simply walked to the
entrance and stepped outside.  The party was over, "Katya" was gone.



   CHAPTER 4  -" Playing dolls

   When they had arrived at the Karaoke Bar, the guys had blocked her from
view.  Now, all alone, Joan caused quite a stir when she was back on the
street.  No wonder, she was stark naked, scantily hiding her body with
George -(TM)s clothes that she still had not put on.  She pressed them
against her body, so that her boobs and pubis was covered, but from behind
it was obvious that she was naked.  This wasn -(TM)t for the streaking,
Joan wanted to put a few meters between her and the guys first.  She
realized very fast that this decision was wrong.  If they really tried to
follow her, everyone she passed would be able to tell them where she had
gone.  This was a crowded area with many bars.  She drew far too much
attention.  She had to put the clothes on right now and quick.  She dropped
the skirt and fidgeted with the pants.  The boxer briefs had various stains
from pre-cum, so Joan decided to forego putting them on.  Dropping to the
floor she raised one leg to step into the trousers.  She gave a beautiful
picture from behind, pushing out her tight tanned butt.  Pushing out a sexy
butt did not only rise attention, but also trouble.   -�Oh, no, you should
not cover up!  You -(TM)re much too beautiful not to go naked! -� The
comment was followed by a sharp slap on her but.  Joan wasted no time to
turn and look at her molester.  Leaving the shirt and boxer briefs behind,
pants in hand, she ran as fast as she could.  Joan trained hard to keep her
perfect body trim and fit.  She was a good runner.  It wasn -(TM)t that
easy, because there were so many people.  She kept running into people
bumping into them.  She realized, that at least one man tried to run behind
her, presumably her molester.  It did not take long to shake him off.  Like
her he had to bump into people, and other than her, he caused aggression
and got into a fight.  Being a naked girl had its advantages, people did
not react angry if she bumped into them.  Joan made a mental note, that
streaking was an option.  The faces of the people lit up when they saw her
passing them.  It was not the worst experience, and under different
circumstances she might have enjoyed it.  Running, Joan felt pretty safe.
As soon as people realized her nudity, they just enjoyed the sight of her
bouncing boobs, and it was over, she was gone.  She could have just run
back to the hotel, but she had no idea where she was.  She had to stop and
ask.  But first she wanted to find a spot to at least put on those pants.
She made a dash for a side street and randomly entered the first store.  At
the door she turned around and checked behind her.  No one was following.
She raised one leg to step into the pants.  She gave a beautiful picture
from behind, pushing out her tight tanned butt.   -�How can I be off help,
Miss? -� Joan just went on getting dressed, the clerk waited patiently. 
She turned around, covering her boobs with her hands, saying,  -�I -(TM)m a
bit lost and -- -� She faced a guy in his twentieths.  Obviously he had
enjoyed the show she was putting on so far.  But now his eyes seemed to pop
out of his head.   -�Katya! -� he exclaimed  -�holy shit! -� Oh, no!  Katya
seemed to be known all over the place.  What now?  Could Joan really ask
him, where to go without blowing her cover?  No.  But at least she could
ask him for a favor.  She gave him her best smile.   -�Er, listen, you see
I -(TM)ve had some clothing mishap and I was wondering if you could be of
help -- -� He looked at her in a strange way.   -�Katya, are you kidding
me? You came here, of all places you came here, to ask me for clothes? -�
So far there was no time to look around.  Now Joan did and it became clear,
that she had picked a peculiar option.  She had entered a sex shop.  But
that wasn -(TM)t all.  Things got from bad to worse.  The clerk was not a
friend of Katya -(TM)s.  Not at all!   -�And do you really think it is a
brilliant idea to stumble in here and ask me, me of all people, for help?
You could just as well have asked poor George, you stupid -- -� Joan tried
to cool him down,  -�wait, can -(TM)t we -- -� but to no avail.   -�You
sure remember when you told me, I would never get to see you naked? -� Joan
wondered what situation might have led to such a statement.  Then he cooled
down all of a sudden.   -�Katya, you act as if you don -(TM)t remember
anything of this.  Do you even remember my name? -� What could Joan do?  Of
course not.  She looked him straight in the eye,  -�Sorry, I don -(TM)t -�.
He looked hurt.   -�And then tell me, why I should help you? -� Joan
realized that being Katya implicated unexpected challenges.   -�Listen, I
am sorry.  As you can see I am having some kind of minor trouble.  I just
need some kind of top.  Anything.  I -(TM)ll be back tomorrow and pay for
it.  And -- -� He looked at her sternly.  A long scrutinizing look.   -�Why
should I help you, Katya?  You -(TM)ve always been a bitch.  To everybody.
And to me in particular.  And now you don -(TM)t even remember my name. 
Why don -(TM)t you just turn and leave? -�

   Joan could have just done that.  She had experienced enough today.  And
she had already been extremely successful in ruining Katya -(TM)s
reputation, although she started to realize that Katya -(TM)s reputation
seemed to be pretty low anyway.  But it became obvious, that Katya must
have teased boys and then rebuff them in her past.  Plenty.  But the set up
was too promising not to scheme something.  A sex shop, and her, wearing
only pants.  Joan made a decision.

    -�Listen, I -(TM)m sorry having told you that you will never get to see
me naked.  I want to make up for saying so -�.  And with these words, Joan
slid her hands down her sides and over her hips.  Keeping eye contact she
unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, and slowly shimmied them down, turning
and gyrating in front of the young clerk until she stepped free of them,
now presenting her stark naked body to him. -� Just watching, no touching!
-� she warned him.  He just stared dumbfounded.  Joan smiled invitingly.  
-�Take your time.  And when you -(TM)re done, pick something for me to
wear! -� He said no word.  He shook his head yes, slowly went past her and
locked the entrance door and pulled down the blinds.  This was not so
unusual, especially with female customers.  So if the shop owner found out,
he could always tell that a female customer wanted to try several outfits
without being interrupted or seen by strangers.

   He could not remember how often he had imagined Katya in the nude.  And
there she was, even sexier than in his fantasies.  And she moved so free
and cool, as if oblivious to the fact that she was stark naked.  It was
intimidating.

   Joan noticed his intimidation very clearly.  It was obvious that she was
in control her.  She enjoyed teasing him.  He was so shy.  That -(TM)s why
it was Joan who finally invited him to snap some pictures.  For his
memories.  He was nervously fiddling with his mobile phone.   -�Is there
any pose you like in particular? -� she asked.  He cleared his throat and
swallowed hard, but did not dare to ask her what to do.   -�Just smile -�,
he answered coyly.  Joan wondered how Katya could have gotten in conflict
with a harmless guy like him.  Maybe she was about to find out.  But not
yet.  It was Joan, who voluntarily squatted down and spread her legs to
allow him to capture her clean shaven pussy.  His hands were shaking, he
just kept stammering,  -�Katya --, ...!  Katya! -� and nervously he took
pictures from various angles.  It was almost like with George  -" it was
just too much for him.  Joan felt marvelous and she decided to take things
one step further.   -�Let -(TM)s spice up the pictures a little.  Why don
-(TM)t you hand me one of those dildos over there? -� Joan laughed inwardly
at the thought of Katya finding these pictures online on the next days. 
The pink dildo turned out to be a vibrator.  Joan smiled at him and
exclaimed,  -�Just for a quick picture -�.  It wasn -(TM)t necessary, but
just for fun she lubricated it by performing a blowjob tease.  Then she
dove it right into her pussy, which again was sopping wet.  He almost
forgot to capture this.  "MMMMMmmm," she purred "That -(TM)s special, isn
-(TM)t it?"

   Maybe she left the vibrator inside her pussy just a bit too long.  Maybe
she appeared just too comfortable showing herself off to him so blatantly.
It inspired him.  He had an idea.  A bad one.   -�Wait, Katya.  I think I
have got something for you -�.  And that was when the tables started
turning.  How could she turn down his request to insert a vibrating egg
into her pussy after that?  With him at the control.  Now Joan was getting
uncomfortable.  He switched it on, slow speed.   -�So.  Let -(TM)s see if
we find something to wear for you -�.  The effect of the vibrating egg was
irresistible, even on slow speed.  Joan could no longer think clear.  She
could not keep cool, she felt her arousal grow.  And she noticed that he
noticed.  And the more nervous she got, the more secure he became.  Joan
was no longer enthusiastic to try out outfits, the deal was that he picked
one for her anyway.  But he insisted.   -�Let -(TM)s check which one suits
you best! -� He turned to the rack and flipped through them slowly.  
-�Okay try this, Katya" he through a red garter and fishnets at Joan with a
matching red low cut fitted red halter.  Joan gasped and started to shake
her head no.   -�Come on, Katya, you promised -�.  Joan was no longer sure
what she had promised, the egg was driving her insane.  For the next 20
minutes she tried on various kinky outfits that he picked for her.  Finally
he found one he liked.  Joan was a vision of sex.  She spun around for him
in thigh high nylons and high black boots, black leather panties and a
black leather top that joined to the panties on each side of her body,
showing off her flat stomach.  He was satisfied with the result, which
meant the time had come to turn the egg to faster speed.  Why had she given
in to that?  Joan could no longer think.  As the egg's vibration continued
to work its magic on her pussy, Joan felt her body begin to react more and
more to the stimulation and she was fast approaching an orgasm.  He
realized that and reduced the speed to a minimum.  Unnerving still, keeping
her close to the edge, but not letting her come.  Joan wanted to reach down
and simply take the egg out, but just could not do it.  Instead she started
rubbing her pussy.   -�No, no, not yet! -� he said and grabbed her by the
arms.  Joan was will-less.  She barely realized that he cuffed her hands
behind her back.  He let go, to take some captures.  Joan stood on weak
legs.  He turned the speed faster again.   -�Stop it, stop it! -� Joan
gasped, breathing heavily.   -�All right, all right!  No offense! -� he
grinned from ear to ear, lowering the speed just slightly.   -�Katya, I
-(TM)ve always dreamed of ...ing your tits and getting a blow job from you.
-� He let his words sink in her mind.   -�Here -(TM)s the deal.  I put the
egg to zero, you fulfil my dream, but do your best, and then I will release
the handcuffs and you can go.  Just the way you are.  You look stunning. -�
Joan fumed.  But she shook her head yes.  This was nothing she had not done
before, and after all, she still was Katya.

   He stepped towards her and clumsily pushed her top up, bearing her
boobs. He helped her down on her knees and was gentleman enough to place
something soft under her knees.   -�Pictures first! -� he exclaimed as he
got out his throbbing erection.  Joan had never planned to go that far, but
now that it had come that far, she decided to leave an impression.  The
posing turned out quite humiliating.  Joan just wasn -(TM)t used to pose
with an erect dick, and she found it very unpleasant.  She made a mental
note to try to avoid that in the future.  The humping of her tits also
resulted pathetic to her.  As Joan had her arms tied behind her back, he
needed to squeeze her tits together in order to ...  them.  His attempts on
capturing this failed completely, which made him soften.  This was bad news
to Joan, because that meant she had to throw in extra skills when it came
to the blow job.  Starting with a limp dick required dedication and
technique.  Joan felt lucky to dispose of both.  But then she realized that
this wasn -(TM)t working.  She just could not get into it that way.  She
was used to mutual stimulation.  Never in her life had she just sucked a
man -(TM)s dick without getting her share.  Of course she would never ever
ask him to stimulate her, to touch her, but -- She could not believe her
own decision, and when she spoke, she was convinced it was someone else,
maybe Katya, just not her.  Joan blushed scarlet as she asked him to put
the egg back on.  He had to laugh.  Her question made him laugh almost
hysterically, which had the unwanted side effect of his dick flagging
again. But he did as she asked.

   Full power!  The strength of the vibration caused Joan to gasp out loud.
She got to work on his dick again, and now with passion and dedication. 
Joan tried to squeeze off the much too fast approaching orgasm, but it was
too no avail.  She erupted in orgasm.  But he was not ready to come.  She
felt sweat beginning to form on her forehead as the intensity of her orgasm
began to subside, but the vibrations of the egg only seemed to intensify.
As she began to approach a second orgasm, she realized, that she would not
be able to finish him fast enough to avoid a humiliating and invalidating
series of ripping orgasms.  She tried her best to concentrate on blowing
him, but the vibrating egg was merciless.  Another orgasm followed suit.  
-�Please -�, she mumbled with his dick in her mouth -�, the she withdrew
for a moment,  -�slower, the egg, please, slower -�, but smiling
mischievously, he just pushed into her again, muffling her protest.  Joan
lost count how many orgasms the egg produced.  It seemed to last forever.
She was so glad when he finally came, that she failed to notice that he had
shot his load right in her face.  A final orgasm ripped through her, before
he stopped the egg.  Totally exhausted Joan collapsed to the floor.  She
didn -(TM)t even notice that he was taking close-ups of her come covered
face and boobs.  Then he released her arms.  Joan wasted no time to get out
that egg.  She lay on the floor, gathering her strength as best she could.
-�Thank you so much, Katya -�.  Joan was so glad it was over,  -�never mind
-�, was all she could say.



   CHAPTER 5  -" Losing top and panties again

   Joan had to admit that this wasn -(TM)t her greatest experience yet. 
The whole thing had started out as a kind of a revenge against a woman that
obviously was part of a plot schemed against her.  It was supposed to be
fun, a little wild adventure, with the side effect that she could live out
some secret fantasies.  Now she was forcing herself to keep a stiff upper
lip as she sashayed along the sidewalk in a slutty fetish outfit.  Its top
still smelled a bit of sperm.  The young clerk had just unceremoniously
pushed her outside.  All Joan could do was to wipe as much as possible away
with her bare hands.  And get going.  She was completely exhausted from the
series of orgasms she had just experienced.  She felt like she rather
staggered than walked.  She had been so worn-out that she failed to realize
that the young clerk had cum right in her face.  Actually, the scent of
sperm she perceived did not only come from her boobs and the slinky top,
but mostly from the dry remains of cum in her face.  Joan was completely
oblivious of that, but nobody who saw her would have believed that she
simply walked around with her face cum stained in public.  So she got away
with it practically unnoticed.

   Joan still had no idea where she was.  For the moment being, she was
much more troubled figuring out what just had happened to her.  KIND OF she
had just been forced to sex, but she knew very well that her own sultry
attitude had started it all.  And, far worse, although she was quiet
exhausted now, she had really enjoyed it.  The domination, the humiliation
and the crazies and roughest series of orgasms she had ever experienced
left her with mixed emotions.

   Anyway.  Because of the annoying smell she decided to use the restroom
of some bar.  And she needed a drink.  Having no money on her and needing a
drink was not her favorite choice.  Especially running around in sexy
fetish wear that left little to the imagination.  But at least she was no
longer naked.

   On to new adventures!

   She noticed a bar that appeared quiet nice and decided to enter. 
Something happened, that she had never experienced before.  Joan got
rejected!  In all her modeling life she had been subserviently guided into
any place she went.  Everybody loved gorgeous young women around.  But
tonight was different.  With that slutty outfit she could not just walk in
into any location!  Joan was stunned.  The bouncer was the first one to
really notice her state.   -�Sorry, you still got cum of your last client
on your face  -" and with that outfit I just can -(TM)t let you pass.  I
-(TM)m really sorry -�  -" and he meant it, because Joan still looked
ravishing, of course.

   That -(TM)s how she ended up in a rather seedy beer tavern.  She headed
directly to the toilet rooms and was shocked and surprised when she saw
herself in the mirror.  She removed the top and exhaustively cleaned her
hands, boobs and face.  The water was refreshing, she drank some of it, and
her mood was climbing.

   Then the door opened and a fat woman in her fifties walked in.  Joan had
no idea that it was the barmaid.  But she realized right away that this was
a tough one.  With a gruff voice she exclaimed,  -�Listen sweet one, I know
a hooker when I see her.  All I want to tell you is, don -(TM)t mess with
my clients.  Will ya? -�

   In life, it is important to understand that there are people with whom
one can discuss and others not.  Joan made a big mistake by not considering
that.  Instinctively she crossed her arms above her bare chest and tried to
explain,  -�I am not a hooker, it -(TM)s just -- -� The fat woman just
yelled  -�ha! -� and shoved Joan against the back wall.  Then she turned,
not without taking the top with her.   -�Get lost, whore! -� and standing
in the doorway of the women -(TM)s toilet room she exclaimed to everybody
in the tavern,  -�Look what I took of her! -� waving the top over her head.
The tavern was bursting in laughter, applause and cat calls.  BOOM.  The
door fell shut behind the barmaid.

    -�Shit! -� Joan cursed.  Without the top, her leather combination
looked even more provocative.  It was obvious that everyone out there was
waiting for her to come out topless.

   Joan saw her reflection in the mirror and had to admit, that she really
looked like a hooker, a slutty one.  Wearing thigh high nylons and high
black boots, black leather panties and no top, she considered herself
looking amazing.  Sexy as hell.  But all wrong in a place like this.

   The people in the tavern were preparing for her to come out, one joke
followed the other and the mood was great among the guests.  But Joan
decided not to let them have their fun with her.  There was a small window
in the back, and she managed to get it open.  It was just big enough for
her, sporty as she was, to reach up, jump and pull herself halfway through
it, her legs dangling down inside.  Perfect!  Outside there was a dark
courtyard.  Exactly what she needed to compose herself, she might even find
something to cover up there!  Just one big pull and -- Oh, no!  Somebody
grabbed her legs and held her back!  They were trying to pull her back in!
Joan pressed against the frame of the window as strong as she could,
screaming out,  -�shit, shit, shit -- -�

   Her words did not remain unheard.  She woke up a sleeping homeless man
nearby.  He turned to see what was going on and was rewarded with the sight
of a pair of marvelous tits.  Now homeless people have learned to value
other things, so he was not too impressed.  He realized right away that he
had encountered a damsel in distress.  And that he could be of help.

   Joan was mortified.  She could not hold out much longer, the pulling got
too strong.  And as if this wasn -(TM)t bad enough they had started
removing her leather panties and fingering her pussy.   -�Stop! -� she
screamed, but to no avail.  It was like in a zombie movie with different
rules.   -�Please! -�

   And then her words were answered.  Answered by action.  Strong arms
gripped her shoulders and with one forceful motion she was free, losing the
leather panties on the way.  Joan was speechless, she looked at her savior,
who just bowed his head and withdrew.

   And there she was.  Clean and refreshed.  But pretty uncovered.  Joan
was completely nude safe for thigh high nylons and high black boots.  The
dark courtyard offered several opportunities to go on.  Joan knew she had
to decide quick where to go next, because it seemed possible that people
from the tavern tried to chase her.

   This was so ridiculous, Joan just had to laugh.  And that -(TM)s really
what she did before heading on.  She laughed heartily.  This was crazy,
this was impossible  -" THIS WAS FUN!  What an exciting adventure!

   Joan felt like a porn comic super heroine in her high black boots.  That
-(TM)s why she opted against the easy way out, leaving the courtyard simply
by stepping out on the street.  Of course there was a risk that people from
the bar tried to chase her.  And once again she was completely naked.  But
now, after she had experienced so many crazy situations in a row, Joan felt
completely at ease.  This was all fun, and whatever happened would in the
end be credited to Katya.

   Anyway.  Joan opted for the roof and climbed the fire ladder.  This gave
her various insights through the windows.  Joan even rested a while peeping
on a couple making out, before she went on.  She was more than surprised
that after her terrible series of orgasms in the sex shop (chapter 4), she
could get aroused so heavily again.  She had almost reached the roof  -"
without really knowing where this could lead her  -" when she overheard a
telephone conversation through an open window.   -�Katya?  I can -(TM)t
believe it!  In the middle of the pedestrian area?  She would never --You
-(TM)ve got captures?  Send  -~em over, yes, right now! -�

   Of course Joan was curious, and she stayed.  A moment later, she spied
the guy inside watching his monitor, looking at today -(TM)s captures, when
Joan was performing as Katya at the pedestrian area (chapter 1).

   They even had videos.  Joan saw herself on the guys monitor,
masturbating in public.  Joan blushed scarlet.  What had she done?  How
could she have done that?  The guy picked up his phone again.   -�I can now
confirm that this really is Katya.  We -(TM)ve been fooling around for some
time some years ago, and there is no doubt. -� He hung up.  Then he pulled
out his dick and started jerking to the pictures.  Joan decided it was time
to leave.  She turned away and climbed the ladder.

   Joan was very satisfied with herself.  People really took her for Katya.
This was amazing!  She realized, that she had done more than enough to
destroy Katya.  She could just head directly back to the hotel and leave
tomorrow.

   But Joan did not want to.

   This was too much fun!

   Joan decided to give that guy an extraordinary experience.  She climbed
back down.  He was occupied with the pictures on his monitor.  Joan stepped
through the window inside his apartment.  Consumed by the sight of  -�Katya
-� masturbating in public he failed to hear her enter.  He jerked his dick
like mad.  Joan took just the right moment, in the very moment he came she
stepped into his view, naked safe for her slutty thigh high nylons and high
black boots.  Smiling at him.  She would never forget his silly face as he
realized her standing beside him.  Then he came, closing his eyes as the
orgasm hit him.  When he opened them again,  -�Katya -� was gone.  Strong
orgasm, crazy fantasy he thought.

   Joan easily escaped through the door of the flat.  Even more, leaving
his place she had snatched a coat.

   Now with that coat, Joan was safe to go anywhere.  No longer displaying
her body.  Before she left the apartment house, she noticed that she even
had stolen the guy -(TM)s wallet.  She dropped it to the floor after taking
the cash.  Now she could easily get back.  All she had to do was hail a
taxi.

   But Joan wasn -(TM)t done yet.  She wanted more.



   CHAPTER 6  -" Clubbing

   It happened all very fast and very naturally.  Joan, practically naked
under her coat safe for her thigh high nylons and high black boots, entered
the club without any hassle.  Her beautiful face even spared her to pay
admission.  She hadn -(TM)t even started to get a general idea of the
place, when a gorgeous young woman handed her a drink.   -�Listen, Katya,
we might have been rivals back then.  But let -(TM)s face it, we were the
two hottest girls.  And we still are.  Let -(TM)s forget about the past and
just party together! -� Joan of course accepted the drink.  Her new friend
went on, telling her that she had heard about today -(TM)s events, and she
found it way cool that Katya had abandoned her arrogance.  After all her
adventures, the drink took strong effect on Joan immediately.  She could
not tell whether it was strong or she was just exhausted.  Anyway, she was
game for another walk on the wild side.

   It was obvious, that Joan -(TM)s new found friend wore no bra.  She wore
a short backless gown that bared her beautiful long tanned legs.  Only two
pieces of clothing on a bombshell.  Joan decided to take action for some
double exposure of Katya and her former rival.  One thing that was
remarkable about that place was the dancing pole above the dance floor,
which was accessed over some stairs.  If Katya was a local celebrity, it
would be fun to dance up there in her attire.  Best of all with a rival
from the past.  It all came pretty natural.  They started dancing together.
It was a bit ridiculous, the sexy girl in the sexy backless dress dancing
with a beautiful young woman in a rather shabby coat.  But that was about
to change.   -�I dare you to go up there and dance with me! -� Joan
challenged.   -�I heard what you did today, and I am not sure whether you
have gone crazy or not.  But count on me  -" I -(TM)m in! -� How could Joan
know that her drink was spiked with some heavy drug?  Well, actually the
real Katya would never have accepted a drink from her past rival.

   People were cheering them on when they went for the pole.  Joan knew
pretty well, that for the moment being they were much more excited about
her companion.  From below they should have a good view up her dress.  But
that was about to change.  They gyrated a bit, moving in circles around the
dancing pole.  Then Joan simply and unceremoniously dropped the coat,
shocking everybody around at the sight of her practically naked, safe for
her thigh high nylons and high black boots.  Katya -(TM)s former rival
stared at Joan in disbelieve.  Before she could gather herself, Joan acted.
She jumped at her, slid her hands up her thighs and grabbed the waistband
of her flimsy panties.  Before she could even react, Joan broke the thin
material and deprived her rival of her panties.  Joan waved them above her
head, at the same time exposing her naked body at the crowd below her. 
They were laughing and cheering.

   Joan felt great.  She was in control.  Her opponent was blushing
scarlet. Joan threw the shredded panties down to the crowd.  Her opponent
seemed to cringe in embarrassment.  Joan waved at the people down below,
deliberately jiggling her boobs.  Then she felt a firm grip on them.  Her
opponent whispered into her ear,  -�let -(TM)s give them what they always
wanted to see -- -�

   So they circled around the pole, sexily gyrating to the beat.  Although
her opponent only wore a very revealing dress, and some people might get
glimpses up her thighs, Joan was very aware that still it was her who was
the naked one.  Whatever it had been she had aimed at, all of a sudden she
felt like it was time to quit.  Joan was tired and she felt the effect of
the drink.

    -�Do you remember when you told everybody that I was working as a
dancer in a club?  I had trusted you, and it had been you who had asked me
for a way to earn some easy extra money. -� Her rival mounted her from
behind, slamming her hips into hers, which aroused more cheer and laughter.
Joan felt shaky.  Something was wrong.  Joan wanted to leave.  She bowed to
grab for the coat on the floor, which helped her opponent to get her on all
fours.   -�I -(TM)ve always wanted to do this! -� she exclaimed and grabbed
Joan -(TM)s boobs from behind.  The crowd was roaring.  Then Joan felt a
hand between her legs.   -�What -- NO! -� she managed to say, but her rival
just laughed.   -�You -(TM)re sopping wet.  Just admit it that you -(TM)re
enjoying this. -� So far Joan did not have any lesbian experience, but now
she found herself in front of a raging crowd below, with a female hand
expertly teasing her clit.  And soon it was replaced by her skillful
tongue. Joan -(TM)s head swirled.  Now that was crazy!  And once again Joan
felt like losing control.  But it was too late.  The drug in her drink
started working its magic, and Joan felt light and relaxed.

    -�Do you notice them pointing theirs phones at us, Katya? -�

    -�Oh, you like it, that was a strong series of orgasms, Katya, wasn
-(TM)t it? -�

   Joan was lost.  She was in kind of a daze.  Her rival toyed with her any
way she liked.  Joan was tired and drunk and horny.  Orgasm after orgasm
rushed through her as she helplessly endured all kinds of pleasuring from
her skilled opponent.  Right in front of everybody.

   First Joan did not realize the change of hands.  A different person had
taken over.  Various men and women wanted to have their go at Katya -(TM)s
sensitive body.  The drug had taken its full effect.  Joan was in a sexual
frenzy and barely recognized that she was surrounded by the crowd that had
entered the stage above the dance floor.  Katya -(TM)s rival was nowhere to
be seen.  How come nobody intervened?  Well, after all it was Katya, a
local celebrity.  A well known local snotty bitch.  Naked on all fours safe
for slutty thigh high nylons and high black boots.  She was squirming right
in front of them, most sensible to anybody -(TM)s touch and begging them
not to stop.

   The effect of the drug did not last too long.  Joan finally fended of
those hands and raised to her feet.  The coat was gone, at least that
-(TM)s what it seemed like.  But then a guy emerged from the crowd and
handed it to her.   -�Katya, this was incredible.  But now let me take you
home, I think that was enough for now -� Joan stared at him uncertainly.  
-�Come on, I -(TM)m your neighbor.  I know we -(TM)re not friends, but you
should at least remember me.  Just come with me, I -(TM)ll take you home.
-�

   Joan threw the coat over her body and followed him.  Three of his
friends were with them.  That -(TM)s how Joan got into a car together with
four guys.  Joan did not bother to button the coat, she had to smile when
she noticed all four young men tried to ogle at her cleavage.  After all
they had helped her to get away from the club and behaved like gentlemen.
Joan decided to reward them by letting the coat slide open and incidentally
expose her chest.   -�Concentrate on the road! -� she warned her savior,
who was driving.

   Joan realized that things might get pretty complicated now.  They would
stop right at Katya -(TM)s place.  But she could of course not go inside.
Before she could figure out a plan, the car stopped.   -�Here we are!  It
was great to meet you again.  Wait, I -(TM)ll accompany you to your door,
you should not go alone dressed like this -�, Katya -(TM)s neighbor said in
a friendly tone.  Joan was unable to cope with the situation.  Of course
this was dangerous.  By no means could she run into Katya.  All today
-(TM)s events would backfire on her.  Joan had to think quick, had to act
right away.  She came to no better idea than pouting her lips and smile
invitingly,  -�listen, why not party a little more at your place? -� Her
four escorts were more than enthusiastic.



   CHAPTER 7  -" Gone too far

   Next morning Joan awoke on the alert.  She found herself lying stark
naked on a bed.  Her body was sore and her mouth tasted of sperm.  An ugly
naked fat guy was snoring beside her, accompanied by a skinny naked nerdy
guy.  A camera tripod stood right next to the bed, causing worst worries in
Joan -(TM)s aching head.  No camera in sight, so she could not retain what
was captured.  Later she was going to find out via posts on the internet
what had happened, and she was more than happy that it was  -�Katya -�, not
her.  But after all it was nobody -(TM)s but her very own body and mind
that went through that adventure.  And there was no drug involved, Joan had
to admit to herself that she had willingly thrown herself into that
situation.  Later, in her sexual frenzy, she no longer knew what was
happening, only that her body was tingling all over and her arousal was
beyond control.

   It was obvious, that it had not just stayed four guys partying with her.
They must have called all theirs friends.  Of course this was a sensation!
The hottest and snottiest girl around was offering herself to everybody. 
Joan would of course never have taken part in a gang bang, although she had
certain fantasies about that.  But as  -�Katya -� she was ready to let go
all her inhibitions.  Joan was shocked and surprised.  And very satisfied
with herself.  She was a true adventurer.

   Everybody was snoring.  There were several other guys scattered around
the apartment, and Joan instantly knew she had to leave but quick.  She
found the bath.  The mirror showed her face and hair in a mess.  Dried cum.
Joan could not believe the state she was in.  She absolutely required a
shower.  Although she had to leave in a haste, she could not go outside in
that state.  The shower was warm and Joan quickly regained her energy.  She
was about to relax completely, when a fat guy entered the bath room.   -�I
always knew you were a slut, Katya.  But a great one -- -� He brazenly
grabbed her by her shoulders.   -�Let me just ...  your tits one more time,
slut -�, he said and moved her hands to her boobs, in order to cup them so
that he could slide his dick between the orbs.  To her own amazement, Joan
complied.  She was so tired.  Two humiliating minutes later, he came
between her tits, the still running shower washed his cum away.   -�You
look so great, soaking wet from the shower, Katya.  Wait, I -(TM)ll get my
phone to capture you once again -- -� he said and left.  Right away,
another one appeared,  -�let me have you one more time, Katya.  You make me
so horny, I could ...  you forever -- -� Now Joan knew things had gotten
out of hand.  Before she knew what was happening, he pressed her against
the wall and swiftly shoved his  -" at least  -" lubricated index finger
right into her pussy from behind.  Joan squirmed to escape, and
miraculously he withdrew.   -�What is it, Katya?  Sorry, I thought -- you
did us all in every imaginable way and -- -� Joan blushed scarlet.  WHAT
HAD SHE DONE?  She just left the bath room.  Avoiding the returning guy who
had just ...ed her tits, she turned right.  Another room, more guys, spread
out on the floor, sleeping.  One of them raised his head and smiled at her.
 -�Oh my, I can -(TM)t believe I had your ass, Katya, let -(TM)s do it once
again -�.  Joan felt hands at her ankles,  -�suck me off one more time --
-�  -" Joan had to flee.  It was almost like in a zombie movie, only that
the zombies wanted sex.  Joan turned, only to bump into the fat guy, who
had come between her tits in the bath.  He pointed his phone at her.  
-�Just one more picture of you sucking my dick, please -- -� This was
crazy! A Nightmare!  Joan squeezed past him and hurried to the next door.
Another room filled with sleeping men.  Could it be that they all had had
their way with her?  With  -�Katya -�?  Joan felt hands on her thighs and
butt.  She scurried and reached the front door.  Joan had to get away as
fast as possible.  She hurriedly stepped outside stark naked.  A neighbor,
an elderly man, stared at her in disbelief.   -�Are you all right? -�
Before Joan cold answer, one of the sex crazed Zombies stepped behind her
and grabbed her tits, grunting like an animal.  The elderly neighbor was
shocked and stunned.  The guy behind Joan forced her on all fours.  The
neighbor composed himself,  -�You -(TM)re Katya, you live next door --
Listen, shall I call the police? -� The guy behind her entered Joan from
behind, exclaiming happily,  -�Yes, that -(TM)s Katya, the hottest and most
arrogant chick around.  And he is game for everything!  Try for yourself!
Why don -(TM)t you ask her to suck your dick?  I promise you, that slut
will do it! -� He started ...ing Joan from behind, at least he had his dick
well lubricated.  The neighbor stared in disbelief, and repeated his
question.   -�Katya, shall I call the police? -�

   Joan of course did not have the least interest in the police
intervening. This would blow her cover.  Before long everybody would know
that she was not Katya and the consequences were biggest trouble.  Joan
could not even imagine what that would mean for her life and most of all
for her career as a model.  That -(TM)s why she braced herself and bravely
agreed to the guy mounting her from behind.   -�No, no, everything is all
right.  We are just having fun.  No need to call the police -- -� The
neighbor shook his head in disbelief.   -�But you should not have that kind
of fun out here in public -- -� He watched with a mixture of fascination
and disgust, at the gorgeous girl getting ...ed from behind right before
his eyes, early in the morning.  Joan noticed the lust in his eyes as he
said,  -�Maybe I should just call the police, this is sick -- -� The guy
...ing Joan just laughed,  -�Don -(TM)t be a fool!  Come on!  Just push it
in!  You will never get the chance to ...  such a hottie again! -� Joan
knew it was vital to keep this man from calling the police.  She gave her
best smile and purred,  -�come on, you won -(TM)t regret it, I will do my
very best. -�

   So that -(TM)s how Ashley and Jim finally found Joan.  Stark naked in a
front garden next to Katya -(TM)s house.  Joan was on all fours, trapped
between an old man ...ing her face and a young guy taking her from behind.
After Ashley and Jim had lost Joan, they had figured out that they had to
prevent Joan from running into the real Katya.  In order to do so, they
decided to stick to Katya as close as possible.  That -(TM)s why they had
taken post next to Katya -(TM)s house this morning.  They expected that
Katya would soon start her morning jog, when suddenly Joan appeared in the
neighboring front garden.  Stark naked.  The problem was, that Ashley and
Jim were not sure whether it was the real Katya or their friend Joan.

   Ashley and Jim discussed the matter as the scene outside unfolded.  They
watched from the car in disbelief.  Before long they realized, that if this
was Joan, they had to take action quick.  It was a question of minutes
until Katya would go on her daily morning jog  -" if that nude outside
actually wasn -(TM)t Katya.  From what they knew about Katya, it was not
very likely that it was her, getting double penetrated in public, of
course. But they would have never expected something like that from Joan
either.

   So finally they acted.  They split.  Ashley went to the front door of
Katya -(TM)s house.  If the real Katya appeared, Ashley would try to divert
her from Joan.  Jim sped towards the threesome.

    -�Stop it! -�

   Joan turned her head letting go the old man -(TM)s prick from her mouth.
In the very moment he came, shooting his cum on her face.   -�Jim, finally
-�, Joan thought, as she received another load on her butt and back from
the young guy who groaned with lust.  Jim grabbed her by the shoulders and
raised her up.  Before the two men ...ing Joan could react, he had her
pulled up and pushed her towards the car.   -�Quick! -� he exclaimed.  Both
ran to the car.   -�In the back -�, he ordered,  -�and down! -�

   And that -(TM)s what Joan did.  Ashley had seen them and came over to
the car as well.  The young guy who had ...ed Joan from behind quickly got
inside the house.  The neighbor also walked off in a hurry.  Just a moment
later, the unsuspecting Katya stepped from her house in her runners outfit.
This had been extremely close.  Katya started jogging and ran past the very
front garden in which  -�she -� had been ...ed by two guys just moments
ago. And Katya had no idea of it.  Not yet.

    -�Are you crazy Joan?  Did you see her?  That was the closest possible
to total disaster -� Ashley fumed.  Joan was too tired to answer.   -�Let
-(TM)s just leave -�, Jim said.  And that -(TM)s what they did.



   EPILOGUE

   Joan never heard of her blackmailers again.  Of course she found all the
new material on Katya on the internet much too soon.  Katya was destroyed.
She left her home and changed her name.  Katya did not have the slightest
clue what had happened.  From one day to the other everyone seemed to have
lost all respect of her.  Former classmates called her and asked for a ....
He neighbor grabbed her ass and tits.  It didn -(TM)t last long until
someone sent her the links to the first uploads of many.  Katya broke down.
She was not able to give account of what had happened.  She agreed that the
woman in the pictures and in the videos was her.  At least she looked
exactly like her.  In every detail, and all those captures showed her in
deepest detail.  Of course she realized, that there was kind of a
resemblance with the evil scheme they had plotted against the famous model
Joan.  But it did not occur to her, that it might have been that very Joan
that was doing her part in those captures.  The reason is simple.  She knew
that she looked a lot like Joan, but she had no idea, that they really
looked exactly the same.  Joan and Katya were identical twins, separated
postpartum.  It is a bit tragic that they did not meet during this
adventure, it would have become a whole different story.  Anyway, Katya
left town and took a new name.  Joan continued her career as a model.  The
more famous she got, the less rumors about her having a wild side came up.
Much later those captures of  -�Katya -� became known, and it was a big
scandal.  Joan never modelled nude or even topless, so it was great for
most of her fans.  Joan never commented on that  -�leaked -� material. 
When the captures really started affecting her blooming career, she started
searching for Katya.  But that -(TM)s another story.
   THE END