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Stacey's Japanese Ordeal
by James Dawson (jamesdawson@hotmail.com)

***

A pretty 19 year old American girl is on vacation in 
Japan when she meets and starts a relationship with a 
handsome follow American who lives there, only to 
regret their relationship in the end. (M+/F-teen, 
reluc, exh, mc)

***

Tokyo was every bit as exotic and exciting as Stacey 
thought it would be. It was the 19-year old blonde 
American's first trip anywhere, let alone to another 
country, and she was thrilled with every new shop. 
Every neon light that flashed words that she didn't 
understand, it all seemed like a movie to her. Everyone 
seemed so polite and a surprising number of people 
spoke English, and she was able to get along just fine.

She looked over at Martin and smiled. He smiled back 
and gave her a wink. She marveled again at her luck 
with him. He was good looking and rich. Though she had 
grown into a pretty enough face, her nose had a slight 
bulb at the end and she had a slight overbite. She was 
never going to be a model. It was usually her body, 
which was anything but plain that drew the attention of 
men. Her big "DD" breasts drew plenty of stares, as did 
her round bottom, but it was never the kind of 
attention she wanted. 

It embarrassed her and she always tried to wear outfits 
that were as concealing as possible. She thought 
herself heavy, and was always afraid of looking cheap. 
She'd certainly never considered herself the kind of 
classy beauty that could land someone like Martin. He 
was classy and always looked in her eyes. She'd never 
caught him "checking her out" until the fourth or fifth 
date when it was okay. 

Now she liked it. Now she wanted him to look. She was 
not from a family that had any money, and was swept up 
by it all. It was such a romantic affair. One minute 
she'd been working at the sunglasses stand in the mall, 
a great looking man had walked up, and now this.

Martin was the big time, a major player in the computer 
business. He wasn't even 35-years old yet and had 
already amassed over $10 million. This was one of his 
business trips, though they had only been seeing each 
other for a month or so, he spared no expense on her. 
He'd already taken her shopping three times, getting 
all kinds of gorgeous clothes and some beautiful 
lingerie. 

He'd picked out the special outfit she was wearing 
tonight, a long, full length, blue satin gown with 
spaghetti straps over the shoulders. It was open around 
the neck and shoulders, and showed too much cleavage 
for her liking, but it wasn't too bad. A white strap-
less bra kept her big breasts in place. Underneath she 
wore white silk panties and white stockings with 
beautiful lace around the tops that ran up to mid-thigh 
and held themselves there. Elegant high heels finished 
the ensemble. 

Because this was such an important client dinner, 
Martin had sent her to have her hair done in an amazing 
salon where they'd even done her make-up for her, which 
had surprised her. But this was Martin's big night, the 
big dinner with the Japanese clients, so she'd wanted 
to do her best to look good. Stacey herself had been 
quite impressed with the result, though her bit boobs 
seemed to really be grossly obvious in the low cut 
dress. They looked SO big and seemed to stick out 
rudely. She tried to focus on the elegance of the total 
look.

The dinner was held in a huge suite in one of Tokyo's 
skyscraper hotels. Stacey had marveled at it when they 
had arrived. It was like a mansion with the suite had 
big plush furniture in very modern, Western style. 
There was an elegant dinner table laid out on one side 
of the enormous front room, with a den with comfortable 
couches on the other side of it. It looked as though it 
was from a magazine and she'd been almost afraid to sit 
anywhere. But the most amazing feature was the giant 
windows that looked out over several other tall 
buildings and the lights of the city. It was all so 
elegant. She was in heaven.

What Stacey didn't know, however, was that Martin was 
not exactly the romantic figure she imagined, and this 
dinner was not exactly what she thought it was. While 
the guests were all there to talk about business, it 
wasn't electronics. Stacey herself was the topic, and 
Martin had planned this since he first laid eyes on her 
in the mall where she worked. He knew his clients and 
what they wanted, and her innocent blonde features and 
big tits and ass were exactly what they wanted. While 
he was a very wealthy and successful man, one of the 
reasons for it was that he had established this special 
relationship with his clients. In addition to his 
electronics business, every time Martin came to do 
business he would bring along a young woman- innocent, 
blonde, and unspoiled, whom he would "auction off." He 
would deposit her into the clutches of the highest 
bidder for four or five days, and then would "rescue" 
her and take her back home. It worked like clockwork. 
Not only were the dinner guests in the bidding, but in 
several rooms in buildings facing the hotel, 
binoculars, cameras and video cameras were focused on 
the big windows that the unwitting young girl was so 
impressed with.

Stacey stared down into the square wooden box that held 
her Saki. It was a deceptively strong drink and she 
didn't want to overdue it. She was very nervous and 
wanted to calm her nerves. Besides her and Martin, the 
dinner had been just Japanese men, and it seemed as 
though they were staring at her, particularly at the 
deep cleavage between her breasts, almost half of which 
were on display. She'd mentioned it to Martin when 
she'd had a chance, and he's just laughed it off. He 
explained that it was just cultural, that Japanese men 
didn't take their wives and girlfriends on business 
occasions. He also pointed out that Japanese men were 
not used to seeing breasts as big as hers. She'd smiled 
and suddenly felt very silly. She hated when her lack 
of sophistication showed. She was very conscious of 
blowing it with him and was desperate not to.

The rest of the dinner had gone well. Martin, who was 
fluent in Japanese, was able to communicate with his 
clients with ease and for the most part she just sat 
there. Every once in a while Martin would talk to her 
in English, but for the most part, she did her best not 
to seem bored. They all seemed to be getting along 
great, laughing and joking, and that what was really 
important. Every once in a while they would look her 
way and smile. She would smile back, even when she felt 
their eyes go down to her ample cleavage.

Finally, in the midst of laughter and excitement, as 
though they had just made the deal of the century, 
Martin broke up the dinner and suggested that they all 
move across the big room to the den side of the big 
room. Everyone got to their feet, and Stacey followed 
suit. Martin motioned towards her. "Can I speak with 
you a moment?" The clients all walked away as he pulled 
her gently the other direction and lead her into the 
hallway that lead to the bedroom and bathroom.

"Are you having a nice time?" he asked her.

"Y-yes," she stammered, lying with a smile. He smiled 
back. She looked at him quizzically. He reached up and 
put his hands on her shoulders and looked deeply into 
her eyes.

"You look really lovely," he said. She smiled in return 
to his compliment. "Now I want you to do me a favor," 
he asked. He brushed a few stray hairs from her 
forehead. "Would you do that for me?"

"Y-yeah...sure," she replied nervously. "What is it?"

"Well, it's a little awkward but...well you know what 
the Japanese are like. They're on the cutting edge of 
media..." he said.

She stared into his eyes following his words. "...and 
part of their culture is that they just love to take 
pictures." He smiled down at her gently. "Especially of 
beautiful women."

Stacey's eyes widened slightly as she stared into his 
face.

"Now," he continued, reaching up and stroking the side 
of her face, "they are quite taken with you." He 
stroked her face lightly. She swallowed with some 
difficulty. "And they'd really like you to pose for 
some pictures."

Her face showed her uncomfortable surprise. "H-here? N-
now?!" she asked, her voice suddenly quivering with 
nerves. "Ah... ah, I'm not a m-model," she said, 
feeling very nervous.

"That's okay," he replied. "They know that." He smiled 
"They appreciate natural...amateur beauty."

She looked to her left down the hallway. She felt 
adrenaline rush into her stomach as she thought about 
his clients sitting waiting. She looked back at Martin. 
"I don't know, Martin...I'd feel so..."

"Honey," he cut in, stroking her face again. "This is a 
really big deal here." His voice was firm. "It's really 
important for me."

She looked down at the floor for a moment and gathered 
her strength. It was the least she could do. 
"O...okay..." she said.

"Thank you Honey," he replied. "It shouldn't take too 
long."

She smiled weakly at him. Her hands fidgeted in front 
of her.

"Now there's only one thing though..." he continued. 
She stared up at him. . "And this might be kinda hard," 
he continued, "but, they want to take a few pictures of 
you...without your dress on."

"Wha..." she gasped, her eyes wide, "MARTIN!" She 
reached out and grabbed his arm with one hand while the 
other covered her mouth in surprise.

"It's no big thing, Honey, it's just lingerie" he said, 
"I know it will be weird..."

"Martin! MY GOD!"

"It's just for their private collections," he assured 
her. "They do this all the time here, it's part of 
their culture."

She just stared at him in disbelief. She was stunned.

"Do it for me," he asked. "Okay?"

She looked in his eyes to see if this was a question. 
She wondered if refusing might be the end of their 
relationship. She looked again down the hallway, her 
mind was in a whirl. "God Martin," she said, her eyes 
welled up. "I'd be so, so... embarrassed."

"Even though we've only been seeing each other a short 
time," Martin replied, "I really have strong feelings 
for you, Stacey." His words made her look back up into 
his eyes. She felt sincerity coming from them. "And I 
don't like the idea any more than you do." He stroked 
her face again. "But strong relationships are all about 
give and take."

She looked again down the hallway. "T-those men..." She 
closed her eyes for a moment. She took a deep breath 
and then looked back up at him finally, her eyes 
brimming with tears. "I-I'll do it... for you... if you 
really want me to..."

"There we go," he said. He gave her a little hug and 
then took her hand. "Come on," he said starting back 
down the hall, "we'll make it as quick as possible."

Stacey let herself be pulled along. Martin stopped just 
before they re-entered the room and looked at her. "Now 
don't embarrass me in there," he said in a suddenly 
firm voice that made her nerves jangle. "There's 
nothing worse here in Japan than a loss of face, okay?" 
He raised his eyebrows to make sure his point made it. 
"I'd be ruined without face here."

"O-okay..." she stammered and began to tremble.

"Just go along with whatever I say, okay?"

She nodded gently. She reached up and brushed a tear 
away from her cheek. He smiled at her and leaned in and 
gently kissed her forehead, careful not to mess up her 
hairdo. "Thank you, Honey." He took her hand and kissed 
it. "I know it will be embarrassing for you, but, well, 
this is what love is all about."

Her heart fluttered. Love? She thought about what love 
with him might mean; what all that money meant and what 
she could do for her parents as she let him lead her 
into the room.

The Japanese clients were all ready and there was an 
electric buzz of excitement. They all had cameras out 
and one of them had a small video camera in his hand. 
Her stomach lurched and for a moment she was afraid she 
might be sick. The clients were sitting on two couches 
which formed an "L" shape in the middle of the den. 

Martin led her by the hand, like an executioner, to one 
of the chairs that faced them. He motioned for her to 
sit, and she did. She stared at the floor as she could 
feel their eyes on her- eyes waiting to see her in 
nothing but her lingerie. She fought back tears.

Martin said something in Japanese and the men all 
nodded and smiled. He turned to her. "Would you like a 
drink?"

"No," she replied, barely above a whisper. She looked 
up only briefly as Martin went around refilling the 
Saki boxes. The Japanese men were all now just staring 
at her openly. Two of them were smiling. Martin finally 
filled his own and sat down in one of the other plush 
chairs. The men now all faced her and she swallowed 
awkwardly. Her mouth was suddenly dry.

Two of them began speaking in Japanese and then looked 
to Martin. He nodded to them and one of them got up and 
began to walk across the room. He went to a vase on a 
side table filled with fresh flowers and pulled a big 
white one out.

"They love shots of women holding flowers," said Martin 
with a smile. She did not reply, and just watched with 
wide eyes as the man approached her with the flower. He 
handed it to her. She couldn't look him in the eye, and 
slowly reached up for it.

"Just hold it up to your face," said Martin, "against 
your cheek."

Stacey raised the flower up to her face.

FLASH!

The light made her blink.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

"Smile!" he said.

She could smell the cool, fresh flower against her skin 
as she forced a smile. It seemed as though a thousand 
lens were facing her, zoomed in on her face.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

After several shots, the men began talking again. 
Stacey could hear her heart beating as she looked at 
them. She could only imagine what they were saying. 
Martin nodded and then turned to Stacey. "That's great, 
they got some nice head shots. Now let's get a few full 
length with the beautiful background of the city 
lights."

She looked at him, and then looked towards the windows. 
She looked back at him with a look of trepidation.

"It's okay Honey," he said, motioning to a spot right 
in front of the center window. "No one will be able to 
see in," he lied. "It's mirrored glass."

She stared at the window again for a moment, and then 
scanned the male Japanese faces staring back at her. 
She felt cornered and scared. She looked back at 
Martin, and he gave her a terse nod. She took a deep 
breath and slowly got to her feet.

"Go ahead and leave the flower there, just set it on 
the chair," he said. "You won't need it."

Stacey swallowed hard and set the flower down and 
turned to face the room again. Her legs felt wobbly as 
she began to make her way across the room. The 
panoramic view opened up before her as she approached 
the windows. She stood right up to the glass and looked 
out at the city and could see several nearby buildings- 
buildings that also had windows.

"Okay, turn around and face us," he instructed.

Slowly, she turned and faced the room, standing just a 
few feet from the window. All of the Japanese clients 
were now standing up and formed a half circle in the 
room. They had excited looks on their faces. She had to 
fight to stay calm as she heard them converse among 
themselves. She looked down at the floor as she felt 
their eyes travel up and down her body. She tried not 
to think of what they might be saying.

Martin had her strike several typical poses as the 
flashes went off. She held her hands in front of her, 
did a few with them behind her. She turned her back to 
them and looked over her shoulder. Then they did a 
series with her holding a book. Finally Martin walked 
up to her and reached out for the book. His cock surged 
in his pants as she looked up at him with a mixture of 
trust and concern. She suddenly looked so young. 

If she only knew, he thought to himself. If she only 
knew how many telescopes and telephoto lens were 
trained on her at that very moment, and how many others 
would be drawn by the flashes of light, she would 
scream. Her blue eyes showed no sign of comprehension 
though. He thought about her big tits, how great they 
were, and how his clients might actually pass out once 
they saw them.

Martin avoided looking down at her cleavage as his mind 
drifted to tomorrow, and how if when he checked his 
email tonight the bid he expected was in, how a small 
white pill dissolved in her drink would make her feel 
sick, and how he would insist she see a doctor. It 
would not be just any doctor, however, but a certain 
Doctor Matsui, who wasn't actually a doctor at all. 

Nevertheless, Matsui and his colleagues would dutifully 
perform a most thorough examination of young Stacey, 
and more likely than not, decide that an enema was 
called for. Matsui seemed to like that. Martin felt a 
thrill at the thought of the three Japanese men in 
white coats hovering over her naked body, poking and 
prodding. 

He would, of course, get a copy of the video. And then, 
on her way back to the hotel, two men whose bids he 
anticipated would be waiting in his email inbox, would 
be dressed like policemen and would pick her up and 
"charge" her with being a prostitute. They would take 
her to a mock station, actually an old film set. They 
would hold her for a while, long enough to amuse 
themselves, before Martin would show up to "bail her 
out." 

He would then explain to her that regardless of her 
innocence, in order to avoid certain prison time they 
would have to bribe certain officials- and that they 
wouldn't want money. She would probably have to go to a 
few parties.

"You're doing great," he said snapping back to reality 
and smiling down at the young woman in the elegant blue 
satin dress.

"It'll be over in a few minutes."

***

Martin took the book from the nervous girl standing in 
front of the window and stepped back. He moved over to 
the near couch and sat down on the edge. He took a deep 
breath as he gazed at her. What a body, he thought to 
himself. He'd really picked a winner this time. She 
looked so vulnerable standing with her feet together 
like a nervous child in front of her class. She was 
clearly on the verge of tears and thought she was 
making a great sacrifice for love. He tried not to 
laugh.

"Okay, let's get a couple of nice leg shots," he said.

Stacey looked down at the floor. She seemed paralyzed.

"Just lift up the front of your dress."

Slowly her hands moved over to her sides. Her rigid 
looking fingers grasped the material. She began to inch 
it up. Her long white stocking legs began to come into 
view. She raised it up her delicate knees showed, and 
then her thighs.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

She raised her dress up to the lacy tops of her white 
stockings.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

"Bend one knee."

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

"Great, now spread your feet apart a bit, raise it 
higher."

She turned her face away in embarrassment as she moved 
her feet apart and raised her dress all the way up to 
her panties. She could feel the air on the nude tops of 
her thighs.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

She had to stifle a little sob as she heard the excited 
Japanese voices. She could see them out of the corner 
of her eye move around getting different shots. They 
took turns moving around the stricken girl.

"Okay," said Martin after a few moments. "Now turn 
around and face out the window."

She looked up at him for a second with a pleading look 
that said she wasn't sure she could do this. But after 
a few seconds, still holding her dress, she slowly 
turned her self around. She stared out the window at 
the twinkling lights of Tokyo. She looked at the 
windows of the nearby buildings and gasped at the 
thought that maybe someone might be watching this 
degrading spectacle.

"Give us the same shot from the back." She heard his 
voice from behind her. She let go of the dress and 
reached around behind her and slowly began raising the 
back of her dress. GOD, she thought to herself, Please 
let this end soon...

Once again, the men watched her dress rise like a 
curtain over her long, shapely legs, over her calves 
and the backs of her knees. Again she stopped at the 
tops of her stockings.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

"Spread your feet again and lean forward."

She moved her feet a shoulder's width apart and leaned 
forward. She felt her bottom stick out behind her.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

"Great," said Martin. He had to struggle to keep his 
own excitement from showing. "Now, gather up the bottom 
of your dress and raise it up to your waist."

She closed her eyes. This was a turning into a 
nightmare. She reached down and gathered the material 
of her dress and did as he asked. She lifted it all the 
way up to her hips, exposing the crotch of her panties. 
She held her dress in a knot in front of her.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

"All the way."

She slowly raised it further, up until the full, round 
cheeks of her white panty covered bottom slowly came 
into their view. She raised it all the way above her 
hips to her waist and let out a little gasp of shame as 
she heard a Japanese chorus of approval behind her. 
Though her closed eyes she heard the clicking of the 
cameras. She hoped against hope that Martin was right, 
and that no one from outside could see in. She 
shuttered at the thought of the embarrassing spectacle 
she was presenting holding her dress up like this, 
showing off her panties and stockings. What was she 
doing? she asked herself. Her mind spun in confusion.

"Okay, your doing great," said Martin. "It's almost 
over."

She could here the voices pick up again. There was 
laughter in their discussion, and it made her cringe. 
She was humiliated at the thought of them laughing at 
her.

"Okay, let's have you turn and face us," said Martin.

She let her dress fall back down and ran her hands over 
it, smoothing it down. Slowly, she turned herself back 
around. She looked over at her boyfriend. She couldn't 
face looking at the Japanese. 	"W-why are they l-
laughing?" she stammered softly. She didn't want to 
make a scene. She was so embarrassed she could hardly 
speak.

Martin stared at her for a second. "Because... because 
one of these gentlemen, ah... one of these guys had his 
thumb over his camera lens and just realized it," lied 
Martin. He couldn't even imagine telling her what they 
were really saying.

She glanced over towards the Japanese and then down at 
the floor in an obvious state of distress and 
confusion. The Japanese bristled with anticipation.

"Okay," Martin continued, "now let's let them get a few 
with the dress off."

She didn't move for a moment, and tried to fight off 
panicking. She didn't know if she could do it. She 
tried to tune out the voices before her. Slowly, she 
reached down again and grabbed the bottom of her dress. 
Her hands clutched around the material. She took a deep 
breath and began to raise it again.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Once again it came up over her long shapely legs, up 
her thighs to her panties.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

She choked back a gasp as it came up over her stomach. 
She maneuvered it carefully over her big strapless bra, 
careful not to upset its generous contents.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!" came the chorus of Japanese voices as 
her bra was exposed. The sound shocked her, causing her 
to stop for a second. The dress was up around her face, 
though, and she pulled it up over her head. She quickly 
held it up in front of her. Her hand went up to cover 
her face in embarrassment.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! The cameras started to thunder in 
her ears.

She heard them laugh again and closed her eyes in 
shame. She didn't think it was a finger over the lens 
this time.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

She stood there, paralyzed, holding her dress as the 
eager Japanese clicked away. She could see the one with 
the video camera moving around. She started to feel 
sick.

"Almost done," said Martin. "Now, just let the dress 
fall."

Stacey hesitated -- and then finally released her grip 
on the dress, allowing it to fall to the floor.

"AAHHHHHHHHH" CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

She crossed her arms in front of her, covering her big 
breasts bulging from strapless bra.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Flashes seemed to be going off in all directions.

"Take your arms down honey," said Martin. "Let them 
see. C'mon baby."

She stood there for a moment and then slowly lowered 
her arms.

"AAAHHHHHHH!!" another murmur of Japanese men's 
approval. 

Martin himself had to keep from groaning at the sight 
of the innocent young woman standing on embarrassed 
display in front of the window. Her shape was 
incredible, a perfect hourglass. Her breasts looked 
oversized in the strapless bra that pushed them up on 
her chest. Her long legs were accentuated by the flare 
of her hips and the white stockings with the delicate 
band of lace around the middle of her thighs. It was an 
incredible sight.

The Japanese began moving around flashing away 
frantically. The one with the video stood right in 
front of her and panned his camera up and down the 
humiliated girl's body. Martin could see she on the 
verge of tears as she was trying to ignore him, as well 
as the flashes that kept popping off. She looked over 
at him suddenly tearfully. He let her stand there for a 
few moments.

"Okay," he said finally. "Let's have you turn around 
now."

She looked at though she might argue, but didn't. She 
slowly turned herself around so that she was once again 
facing out of the window. She looked out at the 
twinkling lights and tried to let her mind drift away 
from the humiliation she was experiencing. She scanned 
the windows on the buildings that were facing her and 
shuttered again at the thought that someone might be 
able to see.

"Lean forward and put your hands up on the glass," she 
heard Martin say behind her. "And spread your feet 
apart, like you were being searched."

Martin watched as she slowly leaned herself forward and 
reached up to the glass. He took another sip of his 
drink and wondered how far he could push her. She was 
young, and thousands of miles away from home, and he 
knew she really was into him. How far would he go? He 
smiled as he watched her spread eagle against the 
window and thought about how good the video from across 
the street was going to look. From his vantage point, 
however, her full, round, panty-covered ass stuck out 
from atop her long legs. 

The Japanese men clicked away madly, they were almost 
in a frenzy. Martin wondered how far she would go. He 
let the Japanese snap away until they began to look 
over at him expectantly. He could see the animal lust 
on their faces. He felt a rush of lust himself as he 
looked back at the girl standing so vulnerably in front 
of them, and thought about what would happen when the 
blonde beauty with the big tits was in their clutches 
without him there- how they would humiliate her by 
making her strip in public places or sit through a 
dinner party totally nude.

"You're doing great," said Martin.

"A-are... we done?" she asked softly, still holding her 
position. "Please..." Her voice betrayed her fear that 
there was more to come. 

If she only knew.

"Just about," said Martin. He got up off of the couch 
and took a few steps toward her. "You see these guys 
are really impressed with how beautiful you are." He 
walked right up to her and adopted a conspiratorial 
tone. "And, well... their putting a lot of pressure on 
me here."

"Please, Martin," she said, obviously trying to keep 
her voice calm. "My God, this is SO embarrassing..."

"I know, Honey," he said reassuringly. "We're not going 
to do what they want, I mean... we're not going to have 
you take off EVERYTHING!"

"Oh god no... please... don't..."

He realized how far she was out of her element, in 
another land, another culture, and that she was unsure 
what to do. She was vulnerable. He let his eyes drift 
down around her front and saw her heavy breasts against 
the strapless bra. Their weight seemed to beg to be set 
free.

"But, well... we need to compromise here," he 
continued. He leaned his head back and his eyes moved 
over her slim back down to her full hips and luscious 
bottom which was positioned so provocatively.

"Let's let them see your bottom."

She let out a gasp. "MARTIN!"

"You don't have to take your panties off," he said, his 
eyes on the round cheeks. "Just take them down a bit." 
He reached out and put his hands on her shoulders. He 
gently pulled backward, pulling her away from the 
window so that she was no longer leaning on it. He 
pulled her so she stood back upright, still facing out 
the window. She reached up and covered his hand with 
hers. She gripped it tightly. "Please, Martin... please 
stop this."

Martin leaned forward and spoke into her ear. "Come on, 
Honey," he said. "They're not going to see anything 
'important' just your bottom." He gripped her shoulders 
more tightly and spoke more forcefully. "These are 
really important clients," he continued. "So don't 
argue with me here in front of them." He suddenly moved 
away and backed up to his seat on the couch leaving her 
standing uncertainly.

The men all stared at the shapely girl with the blonde 
hair standing with her back to them in just her 
panties, bra and stockings. They all knew what was 
coming next and their mouths were dry with 
anticipation. The Japanese began speaking among 
themselves. For them, this was an exciting preview of 
what was going to become a toy for them. One began 
talking about his time with her, and how he was 
planning to have her work out in his yard on her hands 
and knees in the dirt- naked- while he watched from a 
chair.

The other men laughed and turned to look at her again. 
Another Japanese said that his son had just turned 
sixteen, and that he thought he would have her over 
when his son and his friends were there and make her 
take her clothes off and be inspected by the curious 
boys.

More laughter.

The sound made her look up at the men's reflection in 
the window and she cringed as she realized that they 
were laughing at her -- laughing at her standing there 
in her underwear. She felt a rush of adrenaline and 
wanted to run. But to where? She suddenly felt like an 
idiot. 

Her mind raced. Why would Martin make her do this? She 
asked herself. He was such a nice guy, so unspoiled 
despite all of his money. She began to wonder what was 
going on and realized that she was many thousands of 
miles away from home. She didn't even have a return 
ticket, Martin had it. She started to feel scared, and 
it mixed with her humiliation.

"Come on, Honey," she heard his voice. "We're almost 
done. Just slip your panties down."

Oh my God, she thought. She was trapped. She suddenly 
realized she had no choice but to go along. She had to 
pull her panties down in front of these men. She had to 
let them take pictures of her nude bottom. She tried to 
calm herself.

Martin could see it all in her face in the reflection 
in the window. He'd seen it many times before- the 
moment of submission- and his prick surged. This would 
just be the first of many such moments for her, and he 
almost came in his pants at the thought of her having 
to undress in front of a group of Japanese boys. His 
mind wandered to some of scenes in her future- some of 
the pictures she was going to pose for.

He watched as her timid hands slowly reached up to her 
panties. She slid her thumbs into the sides of her 
waistband. She hesitated and then slowly began to push 
them down. She eased the over her hips showing them the 
tops of her bottom cheeks.

The Japanese were on the verge of hysteria, and their 
voices started chattering as their cameras started 
clicking away as though they were all talking at once.

Martin heard a little sob escape from her as she pushed 
her panties all the way down, exposing the full 
roundness of her whole bottom and the dark cleft 
between her cheeks. The material bunched up at the top 
of her thighs.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! 

The Japanese men moved around getting different angles 
as she buried her face in her hands. Martin drank in 
the sight of the humiliated girl standing in front of 
the window with her panties down. He could tell that 
she was on the verge of breaking down. He didn't want 
to lose her now as the show was tremendous, but fair 
was fair, and the men watching from across the street- 
the ones who would be doing the bidding on the 
distraught girl- deserved to see the merchandise. They 
deserved to see pussy hair.

"A little farther down, Honey," he said. "Take them 
right down your thighs, so they can see your whole 
bottom."

His heart pounded as he watched and waited. He stared 
at her luscious nude ass as she hesitated and then 
slowly once again, her hands came up to her sides. Her 
shoulders seemed slumped as she leaned forward and slid 
her thumbs into her panties and pushed them farther 
down her legs. Her nude bottom stuck out with the 
action.

The Japanese men behind the cameras went wild.

Martin leaned forward and to the side to look at her 
reflection in the window as she stood back upright. 
Yes, the delicate blonde triangle was clearly visible. 
He imagined the commotion the sight was causing in the 
anonymous looking windows that faced the girl. She 
instinctively moved her hands in front of it.

"Just let your hands hang at your sides," he said.

She slowly moved her hands away, and then her right 
flew up to cover her mouth in shame.

He let her stand there for a few moments. The Japanese 
moved around taking pictures, and kept looking back at 
him to see what was next. They wanted her naked, on the 
floor with her legs wide open so they could get pussy 
shots. One of them had also brought several dildos and 
asked if Martin could get her to get up on the table on 
her hands and knees and put one in her pussy and one in 
her ass.

The men all stared back and forth at her as they made 
their suggestions, pausing periodically to snap yet 
another photo. They were clearly excited out of their 
minds. The stunning blonde had them totally rabid.

Martin let them all get their excited requests out and 
then explained to them that the show was over, and that 
the bidding process would now begin. He reiterated his 
email address and the code they were to use.

The clients went suddenly quiet and shared expressions 
as though someone had barged into their dinner had 
taken the food from their mouths. They all turned and 
looked at the humiliated girl still standing in the 
window with her bottom exposed while Martin went back 
over the ground rules. The bidding was for a 24-hour 
period and no permanent marks were to be left. 

Any and all photos and videos were for private use only 
and not to be published. They could use her pussy and 
her asshole, but would have to take care with the 
latter and not cause any damage. And, of course, they 
had to use condoms. They began to negotiate on the 
spot. They wanted her naked.

Stacey's heart pounded as she listened to the 
discussion in Japanese. What were they saying? Her mind 
raced as she wondered. She imagined for a moment what 
her nude bottom must look like. Martin wouldn't do 
anything terrible, she told herself. He would just let 
them get their dirty pictures. 

She wanted desperately to reach back and pull her 
panties up and had to fight the urge. She looked out 
the window again at the building facing her and gasped 
as she saw the curtains open in one of the windows. She 
looked around and realized that it looked like a lot 
more curtains were open then when she first looked out. 
She wondered if she was imagining it. 'GOD,' she 
thought. 'What if Martin really was wrong? What if 
people 'could' see?'

"Stacey," Her thoughts were interrupted by Martin's 
voice. Her heart raced.

"They want to get their last pictures, so we need you 
to turn around again, just as you are."

She closed her eyes for a moment. This was horrible. If 
she left her panties where they were and turned to face 
them... they'd be able to see...

"One last thing, though..."

Her throat tightened up as she heard his voice.

"Before you turn around, could you just take your bra 
off?"

She was stunned for a moment. It took a second for her 
to realize what he'd said. "W-what?!" she asked in 
disbelief.

"We have to negotiate here, Honey," he said. "Now 
they'd like you to take off everything... to go totally 
naked."

"God, please," she said in a little voice.

"They'd like you to lie on the couch nude and really do 
some poses."

What was happening? Her mind flooded with confusion. 
She was on a dream vacation... and then...

"They just love girls with big boobs here," Martin 
continued. "So let's compromise and you just slip your 
bra off...turn around and let them get a few pictures 
and it will be all done. I promise."

Tears welled up in her eyes. Men were always staring at 
her big breasts, always making rude comments, making 
her feel cheap. And now...now she was being asked to 
take off her bra and stand there while they stared and 
took pictures...

"C'mon Honey," he said, sensing her indecision. "It 
will just take a minute." He stared at her smooth, nude 
back and the white band of material and the little 
eyelets that held her bra together. His eyes drifted 
down again to her naked ass with the panties rudely 
bunched up around her thighs. He had to fight the 
impulse to walk over there and put his hands on that 
ass, to give her a sound spanking, to making the cheeks 
turn bright red, and then pulling them apart and 
fucking her against the window.

"You promise... promise that no one's going to see 
these pictures?" Her little voice brought him back to 
reality. It was so weak, so unsure. She was resigned, 
he could tell. Jesus, if she had any idea what was 
coming.

"I promise," he replied. God, she was so innocent- so 
clueless. "These are my clients, Honey. I know them, 
I've worked with them a long time," he lied, "this is 
only for their personal collections."

The room went quite for a moment. Martin wondered about 
the stress level in the rooms that faced the window. He 
imagined prostitutes sucking away on the cocks of men 
feverishly grasping binoculars.

All eyes, far more than she realized, were riveted on 
Stacey as she slowly reached up behind her and grasped 
the bra strap. She tried to clear her mind, to think of 
anything else, as her fingers fidgeted with it and one 
by one, the eyelets popped free.

Martin looked over at his clients. It looked as though 
they had been suspended in time. All watched with their 
mouths open. His attention went back to Stacey as the 
two halves of her bra strap separated. He watched her 
now nude back as she pulled the bra around and held it 
in front of her. Her shoulders slumped forward in 
shame.

"Just let it drop, Honey," said Martin.

She let out a little sob as she stood for a moment 
holding her bra. Finally, she let go, and it fell down 
around her feet. She held her arms in front of her.

"Put your hands behind your back." He had to give the 
audience outside a shot he thought as she slowly 
lowered her arms and moved her hands back over her 
naked bottom. He let her stand there for a moment in 
her naked splendor. His heart pounded with excitement 
as he imagined the commotion behind the windows facing 
them.

"Okay, now turn around."

She hesitated a moment and then reached back around for 
her panties to pull them back up.

"NO," said Martin sharply. "Leave them."

She stopped and stood still for a moment. And then, 
slowly, she pulled her hand back into place and turned 
around bringing her big nude tits into their view. They 
were gorgeous, perfectly big and round. Her oversized 
nipples stuck out from her large areolas. All eyes went 
down to her exposed pussy and the delicate blonde "V," 
which looked obscene with her panties at half mast.

Excited Japanese voices filled the room as they sprang 
into action. The cameras began clicking wildly and the 
guy with video paced back and forth across her exposed 
body. They stared at her.

Stacey was suddenly overwhelmed with shame and 
embarrassment. Her hands flew up to her face and she 
began to cry into them. Her arms mashed her breasts 
together. It had an animal effect on the men. Their 
voices raised excitedly as they vied to capture the 
moment of her total humiliation.

Martin couldn't move. One inch and he was sure he'd 
come in his pants. He watched the men who were 
certainly getting their money's worth. He looked back 
at Stacey standing there exposed. It was the most 
horrible moment of her young life he was sure. He 
thought about later when he would hold her as she 
cried. He'd stroke her long blonde hair as he told her 
how sorry he was, but how great and brave she'd been 
and how much he appreciated her. 

Then he'd gently roll her over on her back and take 
whatever she was still wearing off and run his hands 
over her smooth, soft skin. She would whimper quietly 
in confusion as he touched her big breasts and teased 
her fat nipples. Then he'd look into her eyes as he ran 
his hand down between her thighs and grazed his fingers 
over her pussy lips. 

She wouldn't want him to. She might even ask him not 
to. But he would. It was the best one, fucking her 
knowing that tomorrow he was turning her over to the 
highest bidders from this evening's audience. He might 
even check his email first to know how much it would 
be, and who. He knew the "doctor" would bid whatever 
was necessary. 

Tomorrow she would definitely be getting a thorough 
"examination." So would the man with the 16 year-old 
son and he smiled as he imagined her lying naked on a 
table as a group of boys inspected her. And, of course, 
there was the "subway" guy. 

He would want to dress her up in a revealing outfit and 
take video as he made her stand in the crowded subway 
trains with her back to the passengers and endure 
whatever groping came along. The man had a few partners 
that would get on and off and would initiate action 
along the way. Martin had seen some of his videos. 
Sometimes the girls were even partially stripped, or 
made to wear their panties around their knees.

He let her stand there a while sobbing as the men took 
pictures and video. She'd better get used to it, he 
thought, because it a position she was going to find 
herself in a lot in the coming days.

This was just the beginning.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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