Tokyo was every bit as exotic and exciting as Stacey thought it would be. It was the 19-year old blonde's first trip anywhere, let alone to another country, and she was thrilled with every new shop, and 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 marvelled 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 overbit. 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 yet and had already made over $10 million. This was one of his businees 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 outfil 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 marvelled 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 enourmous front room, with a den with comfortable couches on the other side of it. It looked as though it were from a magazine and she'd been almost afraid to sit anywhere. But the most amazing feature were 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 videocameras 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 girlfreinds 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 fo 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 replied, 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. She looked a little concerned. "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.

"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 adreniline 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 said. "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. "My 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. "Th...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 replied. She 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 approched 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 approched the windows. She stood right up to the glass and looked out at the city and could see several nearby buildings- buldings that also had windows.

"Okay...turn around and face us..."

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 collegues 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.

"Wh...why are they l...laughing?" she asked 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 it's 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..."

She 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..." said Martin, "...let them see..."

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

"AAAHHHHHHH" another murmur of Japanese 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..."

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 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, my G...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. "This are really important clients," he continued, "now don't argue with me here..." 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 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 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 wondering 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. "Wha....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...

"Come on, 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...

"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.

The End