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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2006 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of October 
2006)

Chapter 9

Brenda Young and her husband Jim had just returned from their week's 
vacation in beautiful Tahiti.  Of course, they had spent most of 
their time in their hotel room exploring Brenda's newfound insatiable 
sex drive.  The events which had taken place on two recent Wednesdays 
where she had been the contestant in a new cable TV promotion called 
What Some People Will Do had rekindled her lust and awakened new 
yearnings - yearnings to be sexually exposed and publicly humiliated.  
As a housewife she didn't get out much except for shopping and 
gossiping with friends, but whenever the Channel 69 television crew 
came around she got a chance to become a fantasy for thousands of men 
across the state and even though she was very much embarrassed about 
being nude and sexually explicit in public, there was some unknown 
turn-on in it all and she wanted more.

They had been home no more than an hour when the doorbell rang.  Jim 
went to answer it while Brenda emptied the bag of dirty clothes into 
the laundry hamper in their bathroom.  A moment later Jim called for 
his wife to come downstairs and meet their guest.  She quickly fixed 
her hair and strutted down the hall to the stairway.  Her hips swayed 
gently as she went down.

Sitting on the sofa in their living room were two men in expensive 
suits; one black and the other blue with pin stripes.  They rose and 
greeted her.

"Mrs. Young, my name is Arnold Griffith.  I own Channel 69 Studios.  
This is Jerome Curtis, he's our director of programming.  We have 
reviewed the tapes from the two times you appeared on one of our 
promotional shows and we believe we have an offer that will interest 
you."

Brenda nodded quietly, wondering if she was to be given another dare.  
She had already completed eight of them, and Thomas Hardcastle had 
told her that she was the returning champion until she either refused 
or failed to complete a dare.  But their show, What Some People Will 
Do, had apparently been canceled, as they never showed up during the 
two weeks before her Tahiti vacation.

"Mrs. Young... may I call you Brenda?"  She nodded.  "Brenda, we were 
very much impressed, and I do not mean just from a sexual standpoint, 
by your willingness and ability to work with our field crew.  You 
proved to be a great sport about it all and quite frankly our ratings 
quadrupled in the two weeks you appeared.  Our audience has spoken, 
Mrs. Young -- Brenda.  They have spoken and they clearly want to see 
you."  He pointed to her with both hands.

Brenda looked to her husband.  He had been reluctant to accept his 
wife's involvement in the two previous episodes but she had worn him 
down and extinguished much of his fire by giving him the best blow 
jobs of his or her life.  She now looked to him to see what his 
reaction was to all of this.  She was prepared to let it all slip 
behind her, having already won and claimed her winnings, so if Jim 
had any objections this time, she was willing to say no to whatever 
these gentlemen were offering.

But she found neither acceptance nor reluctance in her husband's 
face.  In fact, he appeared to be waiting for her to decide.

"What exactly are you suggesting?" she asked.

Arnold let out a slow, deep breath.  "We would like to continue the 
series but with a twist.  Rather than being a once a week live event, 
we would like to make it a weekly prerecorded show.  And we want to 
turn it into a more complete show.  Not just `here's a dare, now do 
it' but to have the cameras follow you around for a while each day as 
you go about your business and to allow you to design some of the 
events which will take place, as well."

"Basically," Jerome Curtis cut in, "we want to make this a long-term 
reality based show centered on you and your life.  Instead of having 
additional contestants waiting in the wings in case you fail to 
complete a dare, this show will be all you.  We are prepared to offer 
you a substantial salary for your generosity."

"How substantial?" Jim asked.

"Well that depends on Brenda," Arnold said with a beaming smile.  
"How far would you be willing to go for this show?  We are prepared 
to let you go as far as you are comfortable, but by no means do we 
want to make you uncomfortable.  If there is something you absolutely 
will not do, then please tell us.  Likewise, if there is something 
you really do want to do on camera, please let us know that as well."

Jerome added, "We have also considered having an audience write-in 
contest where our viewers can send in their ideas for what will 
happen on your show--"

Brenda caught the words "your show" and went into a dreamlike state.  
To be popular.  Nay, to be famous!  Her own television show, with 
thousands if not millions of drooling, masturbating fans watching her 
week after week.

"--and the best ideas which get picked, by you of course, will win a 
small prize of their own.  An autographed photo of you, maybe a 
special holiday edition video not shown on TV, that sort of thing."

"My...  own...  show?" Brenda asked, still in a fog.

"That's right Brenda.  You will call half the shots on this show and 
play an active role in making it successful.  And depending on what 
sorts of things you are willing to do on this show, we are ready to 
pay you anywhere from $50,000 a year to $100,000 a year."

Jim Young's eyes went wide.  Even he didn't make that much money, and 
he had a college degree and six years experience in his company.  But 
to get that money for sex... something just didn't seem entirely 
right.  Sex sells, but he didn't want to sell his wife.  But as she 
had already proven to him on those two previous Wednesdays, she had a 
will of her own and could stop him in his tracks.

"Well, I won't do anal sex!" Brenda blurted suddenly.  "That's really 
sick."

Both business men laughed.  "Done deal.  We won't make you do 
anything you don't want to do.  That's another reason we want the 
show to be prerecorded; so that we only show you doing those things 
to which you have agreed.  But understand that some of the situations 
or dares or events which we will ask you to do may involve long hours 
or immediate action.  If we call you in the middle of the night 
because something for the show won't work unless it's the middle of 
the night, then we need to know you will be there.  But don't worry.  
There will be days at a time when you won't hear from us at all.  
Those will typically be the days when we are reviewing the tapes and 
editing them for the show the following week."

Arnold Griffith produced a briefcase from beside the sofa and placed 
it on the coffee table.  He unlatched it and pulled forth a contract.  
"I want you and your husband both to read through this document.  If 
you agree to the terms, sign it on the back and return it to our 
offices by next Monday.  We can then begin work that week for the 
first show in the series."

"Will I still be working with Mr. Hardcastle and his crew?" she asked 
timidly.  She felt funny asking that.  She didn't want to appear to 
be specifically requesting them.  That might seem that she was intent 
on having them around whenever she was naked.  While that was part of 
her train of thought at the moment, she didn't want it to SEEM that 
way.  But she also just wanted to continue working with them because 
she felt she could trust them.  They had already seen everything 
there was to her and had not made any unwarranted advances; had not 
"accidentally" grabbed her ass or breasts nor shown any tendency to 
make her do anything she didn't want to.

"They will be involved, yes, but because of the size and depth of 
this new series, you will also be working with at least one other 
camera crew."

"Then I will do it."

Jim spoke up, advising, "Don't you think we ought to read over the 
contract first?"

To Brenda's surprise, Arnold and Jerome supported her husband's 
perspective.


Chapter 10

Brenda and Jim read over the contract for two days before agreeing 
that it was safe for Brenda to pursue her new career in sexually 
oriented cable television programming.  The contract allowed her to 
back out of any situation, dare or event in which she was not 
comfortable, as long as she gave notice prior to beginning that 
situation, dare or event.  It also gave her twelve months of job 
security, the most she had ever had in her twenty-nine years, with a 
salary ranging from $50,000 to $100,000 per year based on what sorts 
of events she deemed to be the most that she would do on camera, with 
quarterly reviews to determine if she was meeting the expectations of 
that salary level.

If she would only be naked on camera in or around her own home and 
nothing more, the pay would be at the low end.  If she were willing 
to go naked in public places, the pay would creep up to $55,000.  
Several other pay scales were presented, with the top end pay coming 
if she were willing to perform blatant acts of sex with multiple 
partners both inside her home and in public.

She was not prepared to go quite that far.  But the contract did 
offer renegotiation after three months at which time she could move 
up or down and the pay scales would be re-evaluated based on the 
financial resources of Channel 69 at that time and the popularity of 
her show with the viewing audience.

Brenda chose the third highest pay rate -- $80,000 a year to perform 
blatant acts of sex with a single partner at a time (it did not 
mention whether she could be gang banged in one event by one man 
after another, it simply said one at a time) both in her home and in 
public and that there was the possibility of involving other women in 
the events, at Brenda's discretion.  She had never been with another 
woman nor had any specific desire to, except for her recent fantasies 
of being in the semi-hardcore movies on cable TV in girl-girl scenes, 
but she did not rule out the possibility that she might someday try 
it.

She then made plans to deliver the contract, signed on the back by 
herself and her husband and their kind neighbor Mr. Forester as 
witnesses, to the studio on Monday morning.  All that weekend Brenda 
had doubts about her decision.  She was unable to sleep and kept 
pacing in the living room.  Jim assured her that all was going to be 
fine.  He said that if she were not experiencing doubts he would be 
worried, but now he knew that she was going to be alright because her 
conscience was active.

Monday morning arrived and Brenda waved goodbye to her husband as he 
left for work.  She then went upstairs to curl her hair brown hair 
and pluck her eyebrows.  She dressed in a nice light yellow blouse - 
the same one she'd been wearing the day that the Channel 69 crew 
first came to her to be a contestant on their show - thigh high blue 
stockings with matching garter and lacy blue panties and a knee 
length blue denim skirt.  As was her style, she wore no bra.  In fact 
she only owned one bra and only wore it when she was going out 
someplace nice.  This would have counted as someplace nice, being 
essentially a job interview, but the specifics of this job would work 
better without the bra.  And besides, she had technically already 
been interviewed and trained in the job.

She sat at the edge of their four post bed and slipped her feet into 
a pair of black stiletto heels with straps around her ankles.  She 
rose and wobbled her way down the stairs, picking up the signed 
contract on her way to the attached garage where she pressed a button 
to raise the garage door, then slid into their second, older, car.  
It got terrible gas mileage and the air conditioner no longer worked, 
but it was all they could afford as a second vehicle what with Brenda 
being a housewife.  It was good enough for the few errands she 
normally ran during the week.

She started the car and pulled out to the street, then clicked the 
remote for the garage door which promptly lowered.  She drove for 
twenty minutes, as the studio was in another town nearly fifteen 
miles away but finally arrived no worse for the wear.  The studio was 
a rather small looking single story affair with a large antenna and 
several satellite dishes adorning its roof.  Two vans with the 
station's logo painted on the front and sides sat in the narrow 
parking lot along with three cars.

Brenda parked in front of the building and made her way, with racing 
heart and sweaty palms, toward the front door.  She pushed it open 
and entered into a sparsely decorated front office.  Two fake looking 
dwarf trees stood to either side of a wooden topped metal desk which 
itself had nothing more than a computer atop it.

"Hello?" she called.

A short blonde woman with no discernible breasts came into the front 
office from a doorway to Brenda's left.  "May we help you?"

"Yeah, I'm here to speak with Mr. Griffith and to return this 
contract he wanted me to sign."

"Oh, you must be Brandy.  Right this way."  The woman turned and 
headed for the doorway from which she had just come.

"Actually it's Brenda," Brenda corrected but the woman seemed not to 
notice.  Brenda followed her and was led into a comfortable corner 
room with a big metal desk in the center and high bookshelves full of 
videocassettes on every wall.  Arnold Griffith rose from his desk and 
greeted Brenda with a welcome handshake and a warm smile.  She handed 
him the contract and was directed to sit in a chair across from him.

"Well it looks as if everything here is in order and I see that you 
selected pay plan number four.  That's great, just great.  I'm sure 
that in six months you will decide to increase your pay and go for 
pay plan five or six, but we'll let you decide on that.  Well why 
don't we go ahead and begin your work?  As long as you have some time 
available today, that is."

"I have some time.  But do you really need me to start right away?"

"Our viewers are becoming unruly without their Brenda fix," Arnold 
grinned.  "We received almost two hundred letters and five hundred e-
mails last week asking for your return.  The week before that the 
numbers were twice as high.  We would like for you to start as soon 
as possible so that we can have a full show to start the series next 
week."

"I understand.  Well, I will do what I can, but I dressed nice today 
and I don't want to get these clothes dirty or... stained."  She 
lowered her gaze to the desktop.

"Ha ha, no worries there.  We can start off today with just some 
biographical information.  Tell the camera some things about 
yourself.  We will have Thomas interview you.  You have worked with 
him before.  He will ask you some questions.  Just answer them 
truthfully and in as much detail as you like.  We can edit it down 
later if we need to."

Brenda was led to another room, Studio 2 according to the sign taped 
to the door, where she was asked to sit on a velvety red sofa and 
wait for Thomas to come in.  She sat and began to take in the objects 
in the room.  The velvety sofa, a small collection of chairs, 
everything from wooden rockers to cushioned recliners and one that 
looked like some sort of electric chair, a bed with a brass head 
board, and a facade of a car in front of a green screen.  This must 
have been where they shot all their indoor scenes and scenes 
involving driving, she realized.  She wondered how many people had 
had sex on this sofa and whether she would become one of them.

Thomas Hardcastle entered the studio with Rajiv Patel and Ivan 
Stanley in tow.  Rajiv set up two lamps, one in front and one behind 
Brenda, while Ivan set up a tripod and video camera.  Thomas pulled 
over a wooden chair to sit on while interviewing her.

"Hey, congratulations on getting your own show," he said.  "They 
decided my show just wasn't good enough anymore."

"But you still get to work on this one, and it's really very much the 
same, isn't it?" Brenda asked.

"Conceptually, yes, but you see I don't get any of the recognition 
for conceiving this particular show.  I no longer get to have my name 
shown as the writer and director."

"Oh I see.  I didn't realize you were that involved in What Some 
People Will Do."

"It was my show.  Entirely mine."  Thomas drew in a breath and let it 
out slowly.  "But hey, I had my moment and I am still working with 
the most gorgeous woman around, so I can't complain."

Brenda smiled at the compliment.  "I'll be sure to help you feel 
right at home on this show."

"Alright, we're ready," announced Rajiv.  Ivan hit the record button 
and waited for Thomas to begin.

"Welcome to the Brenda Young Show.  I am speaking today with Mrs. 
Brenda Young herself and will be asking her many things about herself 
and her vision for this new show on Channel 69.  Brenda, why don't we 
start with some of the basic facts?  How old are you?"

"I am twenty-nine and proud of it, Tom.  Still under thirty."  Brenda 
gave a thumbs-up to the camera.

"And what are your height, weight and measurements?"

"I am five foot four, weight around one hundred twenty pounds, and 
the last time I checked," she giggled, "I was a 36C, 23, 34."

"Is brown your natural hair color?  If not, what is your natural 
color?"

"Brown is my natural color, yes, as many of your viewers - my viewers 
- already know from my previous shows."

Thomas then asked, "As we saw in earlier shows, you keep your pubic 
hair neatly trimmed.  Have you ever shaved it off or considered 
shaving it?"

Brenda looked startled for a few seconds.  "N-no.  Jim, my husband, 
says he likes the feel of it when he runs his fingers through my 
short hairs.  And I like the feel when he does that."  She averted 
her gaze from both Thomas and the camera.

"What first interested you in Channel 69?  What made you sign up to 
be a contestant on the show What Some People Will Do more than a 
month ago?"

Brenda shrugged.  "I guess just my desire to be on television.  That 
and the chance to win some money."

"So that our viewing audience has a clear understanding of who you 
are, would you please tell us your sexual orientation?"

"Ah ha ha.  Well I am all woman if that's what you mean.  All of my 
experiences have been with men."

"Do you often masturbate?"

Brenda hesitated.  Having all of this recorded for posterity, and 
having someone else select whether to put it on the air next week for 
all the world to know, was disconcerting.  "I have been known to, uh, 
relieve some tension when I am alone."

"Do you use sex toys when you relieve tension alone?"

"No, never."  That was a lie.  Brenda actually had used a vibrator on 
a few occasions before she married Jim.  Then of course there was the 
time a few weeks ago during the filming of Tom's show when she had 
worn a clitoral clip-on vibrator while delivering an envelope to her 
husband at work, but that hadn't been her idea.

"How many men have you had intercourse with?" Thomas asked.

"Over what period of time?" she shot back.

It was Thomas' turn to shrug.  "Your entire life."

"Three," she said honestly.

"How many of those were at the same time?"

"None!  Well, I mean only one at a time.  It was three different guys 
I dated at different times in my life."

"Have you ever been with another woman?"

Brenda shook her head, her brown, curled locks swaying down over her 
eyes momentarily.  "No, never.  I'm a happily married woman."

"Aside from your clitoris, what is the most sexually sensitive part 
of your body?"

"Hm, I would have to say my lower back.  I tend to go wild when Jim, 
my husband, nibbles and kisses me there."

"Have you ever had an all-around tan?"

"No."

"What are your turn ons?"

"Honestly?  Well I like big dicks.  I also like a man who doesn't 
rush straight for my pussy.  A man who will have a conversation with 
me to get to know who I am first."

"Like we're doing now?" Thomas asking with a small laugh and a 
twinkle in his eyes.  "In sex, do you prefer size or technique?"

"Size.  I like `em big."

"At what age did you lose your virginity?"

"Wow these really are personal questions," Brenda said.  She paused a 
moment to see if Thomas would retract the question, but he did not.  
"I guess I lost it when I was nineteen."

"Have you ever been restrained or cuffed during sex?"

"No I have not."

"Is that something which would interest you?"

"I suppose it could, but I won't know until I try it."

"Would you rather have three `quick ones' or one `long one'?"

"Hm, that's really a tough choice," Brenda pondered.  "On the one 
hand, three orgasms in a row is pretty exciting, but one long drawn 
out and passionate experience has more psychological effect I think.  
I suppose it depends on my mood.  When I'm in a lovey mood, I want 
one long one, but every now and then I just want to fuck and then 
three quickies would be great!"

"Have you ever had anal sex, Brenda?"

She shook her head violently.  "No way.  I can't even stand the 
thought of it."

"Have you ever been sexually aroused during a medical examination 
such as a gynecological or breast exam?"

"Nope, though I do know some women who have."

"One final question.  Where do you foresee your show going over the 
next several months?  What sorts of mischief and fun can we expect to 
see you engage in?"

"That is still being discussed but I'm sure you'll see lots of me 
nude around the house and if you're lucky you'll get to see more of 
me nude in public like we did before."

"Thank you Brenda."

"It was a pleasure being here, Tom."

Thomas rose to exit the studio and Jerome Curtis, the station's 
programming director, entered.  "Just a moment if you would please, 
Mrs. Young.  We just need to get some confirmed measurements on you 
so that we can fit you for some costumes you will be wearing over the 
coming weeks."

"Well I already gave you my measurements," she protested.

"Yes I know, but please understand that we need to be absolutely 
specific on these sizes.  Since we cannot actually send you out to be 
personally fitted by all these costume designers, we need to send 
them exact and verifiable information.  Otherwise your costumes will 
fit improperly and you will be uncomfortable.  The last thing we want 
is to make you uncomfortable."  He smiled a toothy grin at her.

"Alright, let's get it over with then."

"If you would please, step out of your shoes, remove your blouse and 
skirt and I will measure you."  Jerome produced a tape measure from 
his left pocket.  Brenda did as requested, first removing her 
stiletto heels, then her skirt.  Finally she unbuttoned the yellow 
blouse to reveal her braless breasts.  Jerome gasped.  He had not 
realized she would be without breast support today.  Boy was he ever 
in luck!  And if he had timed this all correctly, Ivan was still 
rolling with the camera catching it all on tape.  "Now stand up 
straight and tall with your arms at your sides, please.  That's a 
good girl.  Let's see what we have here."

Jerome stretched the three foot tape measure from the floor up to 
Brenda's waist, then moved upward to finish the height measurement.  
"Five feet four and one half inches," he announced.  He then stepped 
behind Brenda, who was still facing the camera, and slipped the tape 
measure around her hips.  "Hm, thirty-four and one eighth inches.  
Now for your waist.  Twenty-three and one quarter."

Brenda grimaced.  That extra quarter of an inch stood between her and 
a great body, she thought.

"And now for your bust," Jerome said as he worked the tape underneath 
Brenda's firm, large breasts.  Bringing the ends of the tape measure 
just barely to each other between her tits, he announced that she was 
exactly thirty-six inches under the breasts.  "And finally to check 
your cup size."  Jerome again had to reposition the tape measure, but 
this time he was wise enough to have it run short right at her left 
nipple.  He then poked her there with his fingertip to mark the spot 
while moving the tape for the last part of the measurement.  "Hmm, 
seems like about thirty-nine inches exactly.  Let's see now..." his 
finger was still pushing into Brenda's left nipple which was starting 
to grow a little hard at the touch.  "Thirty-nine minus thirty-six is 
three.  Yup, you're a solid C cup!" he announced before stepping 
away.

"Thank you.  Now you know I was telling the truth," she growled.  
Brenda then put her clothes back on and was escorted to the front 
door, another day's work done.


Chapter 11

Ivan and Rajiv of the Channel 69 field crew arrived at the Young 
residence around eight in the morning on Tuesday.  Brenda greeted 
them and invited them in for coffee.  They all sat around the dining 
room table drinking and discussing their plans for the day.

"What we want is something believable.  Something which our audience 
could believe is really what you do around the house on an ordinary 
day.  You get up in the morning and then what do you do until lunch?"

Brenda said, "Well I usually shower and check the ads for anything we 
need around the house, but that doesn't sound very exciting.  Not 
enough to get high ratings."

"Well I think we can work with this," Rajiv said with an emphatic 
shake of his index finger in Ivan's direction.  Turning back to 
Brenda he said, "You take a shower after you get out of bed.  That's 
great!  We ought to show that to your viewers.  They will want to see 
you as you are and there is little in this world more beautiful than 
a nude woman in a shower.  Why do you think so many horror movies 
show one?"

Ivan agreed.  "That's great!  That's great!  But we need more.  We 
need to show a cross section of what you do.  It doesn't really have 
to be what you do, but it should be believable."

"Well, the mail comes at around eleven," Brenda put in.

"Okay," Ivan started.  "Maybe we can have you run out to get the mail 
in something skimpy.  But what are we going to do between now and 
then?"

"I suppose I could do some chores around the house in the buff," 
Brenda suggested.  Both men voiced their approval.

"Well, let's get you all washed up then."

Brenda led the men and their equipment upstairs to the master 
bedroom.  She was already wearing just her bathrobe, having slept in 
the nude against her husband the night before, so they began shooting 
with her standing by the curtains looking out at the street, sunlight 
beaming in around her.  She turned and walked to the doorway of the 
master bath where she untied her robe and let it slip down her back.  
Her breasts were momentarily exposed in her reflection in the wide 
mirror and Ivan tried to get a clear shot without catching an image 
of himself.  Brenda then hung her robe on a peg by the door and moved 
to the shower where she bent at the waist and turned on the faucet.  
The men followed with camera and light in hand.

Brenda stepped into the warm shower with her back to the shower head.  
She thoroughly wet her brown hair and ran both hands through it to 
push her tits up and forward for the camera without looking like she 
was trying.  She then reached for a bottle of shampoo and squirted a 
dime size dollop into her right palm, which she then worked into her 
hair until she had a full lather.  With shampoo suds still on her 
hands, Brenda reached down to run her fingers through her brown pubic 
hair.  She then leaned back into the stream and rinsed, returning a 
moment later for a squirt of conditioner and the whole process was 
repeated.

"I like to keep my kitty soft and manageable," she joked.  The men, 
watching with jaws hanging open at the awesome sight before them, 
could not help but laugh; it diffused the tension in the small, 
steamy room.

Brenda next grabbed the bar of soap from its holder along the back 
wall of the shower.  "Would one of you nice men be kind enough to 
hand me a washcloth?" she asked with a wink.  Both men turned to find 
where the washcloths were kept, giving Brenda a brief moment of 
privacy which she used to take a deep breath to calm her nerves.  She 
was glad to be in the privacy of her own home but she was buck naked 
in a shower with two men she'd only known for a little over a month.  
She was dying of nervousness inside.

Ivan eventually located a cabinet full of linens and returned to 
Brenda with one maroon colored wash cloth.  She thanked him and began 
to soap it up.  She returned the bar of soap to its holder and began 
to lightly rub the wash cloth over her face, ears and neck.  She 
turned to face into the shower and rinsed, then turned back to face 
the camera while soaping her arms and torso.  She worked her way down 
and over each voluptuous breast, coating them generously with suds, 
then worked the cloth over her abdomen.  As she did so, she gyrated 
her hips gently as if dancing to some private music.

Brenda turned away from the camera to run the soapy cloth over her 
ass cheeks, then bent at the waist to scrub up and down each thigh 
and calf, first on the outer side and then the inner.  Ivan knelt and 
zoomed in on her enticing pussy lips peeking at him from between her 
smooth thighs.  She then rose and rinsed out the cloth under the 
shower for a moment before hanging it to dry over the shower rod.  
She then turned slowly under the water and ran her hands up and down 
her body to rinse off the remaining soap.

Turning off the water, Brenda leaned out of the stall for her fluffy 
gray towel.  She patted her face dry, then her shoulders and arms.  
She then took her left breast between both hands (and the towel, of 
course) and gave it a swift rubbing which made it bounce and jiggle 
for the camera.  She repeated this with her right breast before 
patting dry her abdomen, down her thighs and finally her calves.

She then wound the towel around her slightly-longer-than-shoulder-
length brown hair and tied it up before stepping out of the shower.

Brenda stood before her bathroom mirror with her hands resting on the 
edge of the sink.  She admired her large breasts and furry little 
pussy and noticed Ivan getting a full up-and-down shot of her 
reflection.  She reached for her hair dryer in the top drawer to her 
left and plugged it in.  She then deftly unwound the towel holding up 
her hair and began to dry it.  For long minutes she shook her hair 
with one hand while blowing warm air through it with the other.  Her 
breasts bounced and bobbed in all directions with the repeated 
intensity of her arm movements.  Finally she was dry and she placed 
the hair dryer on the counter top to cool.

Turning toward the camera, Brenda said, "Now to clean up this dump."  
The light and camera followed her around the house as she moved from 
room to room with a feather duster, dusting high ceilings and corners 
and tops of shelves while completely naked.  She did some vacuuming 
next, her heavy tits swaying as she leaned into the motion of pushing 
the vacuum cleaner across the carpet.

Brenda had now dusted and vacuumed the entire house.  She was 
beginning to ache from the physical work and sat down with a cool 
glass of iced tea.  She offered one to the guys as well, and they all 
sat around her living room talking about how great this was going to 
look next week on the air.

The mail truck pulled up in front of her house just after eleven 
o'clock.  Brenda watched the mail man (postal carrier for my millions 
of politically correct readers out there) until he moved on to the 
next house, then she rose and made her way to the door.  Ivan hefted 
his camera and recorded her opening her front door, still completely 
naked, and walking slowly out to the street to her mailbox.  She 
retrieved a few envelopes from the box and shut it, still walking 
slowly back toward the house.  A car honking up the street caused her 
to look quickly to her left and then begin to jog toward her front 
door.  She got in and shut it quickly behind her, laughing.


Chapter 12

Thomas Hardcastle joined his crew in the afternoon at Brenda's house.  
His services as on-air personality and announcer had not been needed 
during the filming in the morning.  His job would be more of an off-
camera voice-over type during the post production of each episode.

As he made his way up the walkway to her front door four younger 
boys, Thomas himself was only twenty-six but these kids were probably 
still in high school, approached him.

"Hey man.  Aren't you that guy from TV?" one of the boys said.  This 
kid could have passed for a football player or maybe a wrestler.  He 
was not too tall, somewhere between five feet six and five feet nine, 
but he was stocky and muscular.

"Yes, I am on TV," Thomas said.  "What can I do for you guys?"  He 
knew better than to call a group of teenage boys `boys', especially 
when they were stronger than he.

"We'd like to get in on your show.  We love it and we have lots of 
great ideas," said another of the teens, a taller but less muscular 
kid with a crew cut.

"Um, guys I don't know how to break this to you, but the show is 
adult oriented programming.  We can't have anyone working on the show 
who isn't at least eighteen."

"That don't bother me," said the bulky football player/wrestler.  "I 
turned eighteen two months ago."

"So did I!" said a third boy, lean and well groomed with round John 
Lennon style glasses.  "Well, not two months ago exactly, but five 
weeks ago."

Thomas was skeptical, as he had to be in his line of work.  Teenage 
boys were always eager to get in on the production of his work; 
always willing to literally lend a hand to help the naked young 
females being featured.  "Prove it," he challenged.

Three of the boys pulled out their wallets and showed him their 
drivers licenses.  He checked them closely.  Complete with high 
security hologram imprints, these looked to be the real McCoy, and 
they all showed these boys to be eighteen years old.

"And what about your friend there?" Thomas asked, motioning to the 
fourth boy; a short, skinny little redheaded kid with freckles all 
over his nose and cheeks.

"Oh yeah, he's eighteen too.  Just turned eighteen," said the 
wrestler kid.

"Well I can't verify that," Thomas said, crossing his arms over his 
chest and staring intently at the redhead.

"I, uh..  lost my wallet at a club last weekend," the boy said.

"Uh huh, a likely story.  Listen, when you get proof of age you come 
back and talk with me.  Until then, you stay out of things.  The rest 
of you three seem to be alright.  I'll work something out with you 
guys later.  Give me a call at this number if you're serious about 
doing some work."  He handed the three eighteen year olds his 
business card.

Thomas left the young men (and the one of undetermined age) and went 
inside to see how Brenda and his crew were holding out.  He rang the 
bell and was greeted by a very lovely and very naked Brenda Young.  
"Oh hi Thomas.  Come right in," she said sweetly, noticing four 
neighborhood boys gawking and drooling from out at the sidewalk.  She 
shut the door as quickly as she could and motioned Thomas into the 
dining room where his crew were eating sandwiches and drinking iced 
tea.

"So what have you all accomplished here today," Thomas asked, taking 
a seat.

"Well," Rajiv started with a mouthful of ham and cheese on sourdough, 
"we've got about three solid hours of tape to work with for next 
week.  Brenda was kind enough to allow us to film her taking her 
morning shower and then she did some housework in the nude.  We can 
probably get a good ten to fifteen minutes out of that."

Brenda shot him a glance with raised eyebrow so Rajiv added, "We 
don't want an entire episode of the same thing.  We need to throw in 
some variety.  We can add bits of that 3 hours into later episodes 
for flavor."

Thomas choked on his first sip of iced tea which Brenda had just 
handed to him.  Oh well, he would catch it all while reviewing the 
tapes in the privacy of his own office (and again in the privacy of 
his own home).

"Yeah, and then she went out and got the mail at the street in the 
nude," added Ivan, hoping to make Thomas spit out his second sip of 
iced tea.  Thomas only nodded and grunted.  "And since then we've 
just kinda been sitting around talking and brainstorming for next 
week's shoot."

"I may have a few things to add for next week," Thomas let on.  "Got 
to follow up on a few leads first but I suspect things will get quite 
interesting."

After their mid-afternoon meal, the crew suggested that the windows 
in the house looked a little dirty and they needed to get them 
cleaned for better lighting while filming.  Thomas suggested that 
they could use that as another great scene for next week's show if 
Brenda would clean the windows in the nude.  She chewed her lower lip 
for a moment, concerned about those four kids still being out front, 
and finally decided to go for it.  Those guys had all seen her doing 
much worse during her initial group of dares several weeks earlier.  
At least today she would have the windows between her and them.

She grabbed a roll of paper towels and a bottle of window spray and 
started in the upstairs bedrooms.  Rajiv ensured she was well 
illuminated from all sides while Ivan ran the camera with a fresh 
video tape and Thomas just stared and kept rearranging the bulge in 
his pants.  Brenda went from window to window, pulling the curtains 
wide, spraying and wiping in long strokes from side to side.  Every 
now and then the lighting was just right for the camera to catch the 
reflection of her breasts swaying and slapping into each other as she 
scooted right and then left while wiping furiously.

Once both the upstairs rooms' windows were cleaned, Brenda headed 
downstairs where she began with the windows in the back of the house 
- the kitchen and dining room.  She wondered if Mr. Forester next 
door was watching her.  She didn't see him but then she was busy with 
other tasks and not really looking.  Ivan went outside during this 
and filmed her from the outside looking in to demonstrate how visible 
she was.

Brenda moved to the living room and began with the side windows.  She 
would save the front window for last, hoping that the boys would not 
still be waiting there.  It had been nearly an hour since she'd seen 
them and she guessed they would not just stand out there doing 
nothing.  They were either back home, out with their friends, or 
setting up camp somewhere nearby to keep an eye on her.  She dreaded 
the thought of the last one and hoped they were more mature than 
that.

Brenda finally came to the large front window.  She hesitantly 
reached for the cord to pull back the curtain, took a deep breath, 
and pulled.  The curtain flew open and she stared out on an empty 
street, save for a few parked cars in front of some homes.  Men and 
women were returning from work and her own husband Jim would be home 
soon.  Brenda worked more slowly now, almost daring someone to walk 
or drive by and see her, but no one did.  She finished cleaning the 
window and Rajiv said, "Alright, now for the outsides."

Brenda laughed.  "Oh no, I'll let Jim do that."

As if on cue, Jim's car pulled into their driveway and he hurried to 
the door.  He saw the TV van in front of their house and desperately 
wanted to see what they were making his wife do this time.  As he 
opened the front door, Brenda sank to her knees before him and 
loosened his belt.  She then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, 
pulling them down just far enough to fish his cock out of his boxers.  
She coated it generously with saliva as the camera zoomed in, then 
took it all into her mouth.

Jim was apparently quite thoroughly enjoying the attention, as Brenda 
felt the hot pulsing of blood pumping into his member, making him 
almost stiff enough to be painful for him.

Brenda sucked harder than she had ever sucked before.  Jim thought 
his nads were going to launch out through his penis at any moment.  
As Brenda worked up and down the length of his shaft, while their 
front door was still wide open because they were standing in its way, 
he watched as her lovely brown hair swayed back and forth.  He 
grunted and Brenda felt he must be getting close to orgasm.  She 
increased the speed and intensity of her efforts, making lots of loud 
sucking and slurping sounds every time her lips came to the end of 
Jim's cock.  Strings of her saliva pulled taut between his head and 
her mouth, then snapped in both directions.  A moment later the 
saliva was joined by a thick and heavy strand of semen which, when it 
snapped under its own weight and Brenda's forceful plunging, dangled 
half from her chin and half from the underside of Jim's cock head.  
Brenda scooped it up from both of them with her fingers and sucked it 
down.

Turning to the camera, Brenda opened her mouth to show it full of cum 
strung between her upper and lower teeth and coating her tongue.  She 
licked around her teeth for a moment before closing her lips.  When 
she opened her mouth again, she showed the camera that it was now 
devoid of cum.

END OF PART 4
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