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Jenny Jenner, known to her friends as JJ, was just 26 when her life changed forever. Her life up until then had been full of disappointments in most things and constant heartache when it came to her love life. Throughout her teens and her time at University, each successive boyfriend had either dumped her, cheated on her or was just been plain bad as with her last boyfriend. Even though she’s intelligent and certainly not stupid, perhaps she was basically naïve, trusting and easily led. This is certainly still the case here as she allowed her emotions to rule over common sense.

She was the worst judge of character when it came to her men as that last boyfriend proved having offered her the earth but everything he obtained came illegally which subsequently caused him to be locked up in prison for five years for theft leaving JJ alone again to pick up the pieces and sort out the mess he’d left behind.

The flat they had shared was rented and she found out after his arrest that the rent hadn’t been paid for three months even though JJ had been paying her way, sharing all the running cost of the flat (or so she thought). The outcome of this disaster was JJ had ended up back at her parent’s house again which is not what a modern independent girl really wants as much as she loves her mum and dad. That was until just a few weeks ago when she found another little apartment in Nottingham close to her work as a supervisor in a high street travel company. This time she wasn’t intending sharing with anyone.

JJ is really pretty and petite just 5ft 2″ tall and only 51 kg in weight and she was born and bred in Nottingham of white English parents. She has light brown short hair, brown eyes and she keeps herself very trim and fit by going to her local gym daily and sticking closely to a low fat diet. A couple of her boyfriends and work colleagues keep telling her she looks a lot like Natalie Portman which JJ, although flattered, does not really believe.

It was at the gym that she first met Dolly (real name Delores) who works as a supervisor in a local adult night club. JJ and Dolly seemed to hit it off straight away and soon started meeting at other times and places as well. Dolly is a few years older (32) than JJ and is the daughter of black African parents, 55kg in weight 5ft 5″ tall.

Dolly always makes JJ feel comfortable in her company and JJ now shares a lot of her intimate thoughts and feelings with Dolly, almost like sisters. Dolly was very supportive of JJ during her recent disaster with her boyfriend and she helped her forget by introducing her to life away from him and introduced her some of the things she has enjoyed in her own fruity life at the club.

The club has quite a reputation for naughty goings-on but, so far, they had always any avoided police attention, probably because many of its drinking customers are local policemen and women whose station is nearby and the club is one of their favourite watering holes.

As well as an all-night drinking establishment the club offers pole dancing, lap dancing and naked strip shows but they are known for offering more personal treatment for their customers at the right price. Dolly had been at the club since it opened about 7 years ago and she had “entertained” customers both on stage and in the private rooms although JJ did not find this out until much later. Dolly and another black girl called Cheryl also provide extra girl-on-girl services which they enjoy doing as young women are less inhibited in Nottingham about lesbianism nowadays.

The owners wanted the club to go the final mile and provide live sex shows on stage with no holds barred but they needed believable people and that was the role given to Dolly to recruit suitable girls without them actually knowing what was required. So it was not just a chance meeting when Dolly and JJ got together although JJ was totally unaware of what Dolly and the club were planning for her.

As we now know Dolly was grooming JJ to perform at the club so the thing for her to do was make sure that JJ was introduced to the public sex acts the club wanted to emulate and the best place for that was on-line porn sites. JJ got totally engrossed in some of these sites which she watched with Dolly and when JJ got really horny she would watch the sites again after Dolly had left and masturbating herself to shattering orgasms. JJ was totally turned on by naked girls being tied up and brought to orgasms by groups of men and women and especially some of the sites where couples had sex in front of an audience. She loved the uncensored Japanese sites where this activity is done so well and the pretty Japanese girls really seem to enjoy their sex.

Confiding in Dolly about how these videos affected her Dolly knew that her plans for JJ were working out very well indeed. Dolly was determined to get JJ to such a level of sexual arousal with these videos that she would be “gagging for it” as they say colloquially in Nottingham. She also introduced JJ to the “Hungry Duck Club in Moscow” videos albeit they are rather poor quality filmed on mobile phones. They still showed everything as all the girls were stripped naked by four muscular men and there was even a simulated fucking of a naked blonde girl on stage by one of the naked black men. Well JJ assumed it was simulated.

“We do that type of thing at the club where girls are “invited” onto the stage and the black men strip them naked and display them to the crowd,” JJ was squirming in her seat as Dolly went on to explain, “Some special nights we allow things to go a bit too far and the girls get more than just being stripped naked, they end up with the black men naked as well and the girls are caressed intimately all over their bodies by the men. The naked girls all react differently depending on the circumstances but we’ve had no real complaints from the girls who seem to love it a lot. We’ve had a few complaints from their menfolk though.” JJ listened with her mouth open in amazement and the visualisations her brain was formulating and the images generated by the videos, left her breathless. Dolly continued, “We seem to be getting more and more girls at the club as the word gets around and we’ve even had a crazy hen night where all 12 girls from the group were naked on the stage at the same time.”

Dolly went in for the kill, “It’s Saturday and we have a private party on tonight at the club, why don’t you come along later and see for yourself? As it’s a private party it’ll be by invite only so you never know you might enjoy it.” JJ’s red face and heaving chest said it all.

“Oh! OK” stammered JJ, but inside her tummy was in turmoil and her brain imagining all sorts.

Dolly now knew her plan was coming together beautifully.

“I’ll meet you at the door around midnight so tart yourself up and wear as little as possible and showing lots of flesh; that way the black men will notice you and you might get lucky.” Dolly laughed but she knew that this lovely little girl was going to get more than lucky and she (Dolly) would get a big fat bonus from the club owners.

JJ was still in a real state (just as Dolly wanted) as she showered letting the warm jets of water wash over her pussy making her jerk a little. JJ had noticed watching the porn sites that all the girls were shaved and it looked good so if she was going to be stripped tonight she wanted to look as good, so she’d been to the gym earlier where they offer an intimate waxing service and she had a total Brazilian waxing on and around her pussy which actually made her very aroused but the girl assistant said she understood as it happens quite a lot.

Now dressed in a pink satin bra and matching thong type panties with a small white lacy top that left her midriff exposed and a short loose flowery mini skirt which showed a lot of her shapely thighs so with her little handbag JJ set off just down the road at about 11.45pm. When she arrived at the club and big sign saying “Midnight Private Party – Tickets only” greeted her as she reached the door to the main auditorium. One of two very large Afro-Caribbean doormen asked for her ticket and JJ told him that she was the guest of Dolly.

“Ah you must be JJ, they’re expecting you,” as he opened the door to let her through. She spotted Dolly talking to two well-dressed men and a black girl near the top of the main aisle. On seeing JJ Dolly seemed to say “She’s here now,” as she turned to JJ. “Ah sweetheart, this is my colleague Cheryl, we’re so pleased you could make it, come on,” beckoning her to join her. “You look absolutely perfect babe.”

As she walked with Dolly, JJ took in her surroundings. The auditorium was like a small Roman Arena with seats sloping down from the back on three sides to a small stage behind a long curved curtain around the front hiding it from the audience. The actual stage was only about 2ft high with a gap of about 6ft to the front row seats which were at the same height as the stage with the 6ft well in front guarded by railings.

There were lighting rigs over the stage and cameras set at about at dozen positions around and above the stage. There were large flat screen TV monitors all around the stage facing the audience and also above the audience further back so everyone could see what was going on. The arena was nearly full, mostly of men of all ages but quite a lot of young women as JJ was shown to her seat right in the middle in front of the centre of the stage.

Dolly gave JJ a quick peck on the cheek and said “I’ll see more of you later babe – Good luck,” she winked as she walked off through a door at the rear of the stage. The stage was now clear and the lights in the main auditorium were dimmed and the stage lights went out.

As the loud music struck up as the curtains opened and four muscular black men came out from the curtains at the back of the stage wearing nothing more than small thongs which just covered their obvious manhood which bounced around as they twisted and gyrated through a vigorous acrobatic routine. The four lads JJ now knows as Errol, James, Michael and Lenny were very experienced performers but they knew that tonight was going to be something special. JJ could hardly take her eyes of this erotic display and she realised from the movement under their thongs that all four of the men were very well endowed indeed and she also realised that all this manhood will be on show later if Dolly was right.

After just a couple of minutes of the routine the music level dropped and Cheryl, dressed in a little white bikini, came out to the front with a microphone and welcomed everyone to the show. “We have a very special show tonight so without further delay we want a lady volunteer to join us on stage.” JJ was a bit taken aback and before she could raise her hand three other ladies sitting on the front row leapt up and screamed to be chosen.

The four men leapt from the stage and selected a pretty blonde woman from the trio and carried her to the stage. She was very pretty and JJ didn’t think her boyfriend or husband was very happy as he kept shaking his head in either anger or disbelief or both. With the dancer’s hands moving all over her body they deftly removed her dress, shoes, bra and panties in as many seconds as it takes to write this. She really had a terrific figure and her shaved pussy was very prominent. The naked blonde was lifted high by the black men and displayed to the appreciative audience. As she was held high above the stage two of the black men opened the girl’s legs wide apart and displayed her shaven pussy to the crowd as flashes from the audience’s cameras added to the tense atmosphere.

Shaking all over with her growing arousal at the spectacle in front of her, JJ noticed that the audience was cheering and also she noticed that the TV screens were zooming in on the girls pussy and the rest of her naked body so everyone in the room could see her most private areas.

As the girl was slowly lowered to the floor James gave the girl’s pussy a kiss before they released her through the curtains at the rear of the stage. It was all over and the crowd were baying for more.

Even before Cheryl could ask for another volunteer the men were in front again selecting a Chinese looking woman who appeared to be somewhat older than most of the women. She was very tiny, even smaller than JJ and she still had a terrific figure. She was stripped in no time and displayed in the same way and JJ noticed that as the black men opened her up to display her pussy Lenny actually put two fingers inside her just for a second then licked his fingers as he removed them, before they lowered her and ushered her through the curtains. It was all so precise and quick that if it hadn’t been captured on the TVs it would be easy to miss it. Two more women were selected and stripped naked and their pussies shown to the audience. One had her pussy licked for a second or two by Errol before being released and the other had a dildo pushed inside her vagina by Michael before being released and she had to leave the stage with this still inside her.

JJ was totally transfixed by the action and was certainly turned on watching the spectacle she had been fantasising about, playing out in front of her. Before she realised what was happening the four men had come over to her and they lifted her up and carried her above their heads onto the stage. Her time had come and she was visible shaking and blushing hard.

What happened next really stunned JJ as Cheryl went onto the microphone and boldly announced “Hi everyone! Now we’ve reached the moment we’ve all been waiting for, please give a big hand to our special guest JJ who is joining us for the first time tonight and now we are in for some really ground-breaking adult entertainment for all of you to enjoy. Please welcome our star for tonight — JJ.” Michael and Errol lifted JJ’s arms and helped her wave to the crowd.

As the crowd cheered and clapped JJ was really puzzled as none of the other girls had been introduced or named but she had no time to dwell on this as the four black men started removing JJ’s little top exposing her bra. In no time this was removed and her little skirt removed leaving her topless in just her panties and shoes. Her shoes were removed next before her panties were slowly pulled down and removed.

She was now totally naked like all the other girls and lifted up and displayed to the crowd with her legs really wide apart. JJ could feel the draft of the air conditioning on her already wet open pussy as she was so sexually aroused her face and neck were red with excitement and the cameras picked that up.

JJ’s mind was racing as she took in the full magnitude of what was happening to her, knowing that the room full of strangers were now able to view her naked body and especially her open pussy on their monitors around the arena.

She was being held up by her shoulders and bottom with her unsupported head sagging down then she was lowered firstly to head height she suddenly felt someone else between her thighs. She could just see herself on one of the monitors near the back of the stage and was amazed to see her friend Dolly, now dressed in a tiny white bikini just like Cheryl, standing between JJ’s spread thighs with her head close to JJ’s pussy. Dolly opened her up until all of her pussy was exposed for the audience, then she started licking and rapidly rubbing JJs exposed clitoris which made her jerk with the wonderful sensation.

The four black men held JJ a little lower so Dolly could thrust three fingers as deep as possible into JJ’s pussy and started finger-fucking her as fast as she could. JJ had never expected a woman to be involved in the performance and having Dolly licking and fingering her pussy and in front of so many people she knew Dolly was making her cum — and my god she really wanted to cum. The realisation that she was reaching an orgasm brought on by another girl in full view of nearly 200 people nearly made her blow her mind. JJs head was shaking from side to side and her orgasmic face transmitted to the audience on the TVs.

Just a she was reaching her orgasm, although JJ couldn’t see it as her eyes were tight shut with her orgasm growing in intensity, the camera technicians had focussed on her pussy and face with a split screen on the TVs and everyone around the arena could hear her moaning as she reached a huge climax.

JJ had reached the point of no return and she screamed as she came hard with huge jerks as her body went onto spasm and, for the first time in her life, she squirted a little orgasmic fluid all over Dolly and all this was captured on TV in front of all those people. They were on their feet screaming and cheering as JJ was cumming for them in a most spectacular way. None them had ever seen anything like this in public before and they loved it.

The four black men now lowered a shaking JJ onto her unsteady feet and they started to pour oil all over her, massaging it in to every part of her naked body including her pussy. This done they carefully picked JJ up again and laid her out on a vinyl padded board which had straps fastened to each corner. JJ’s arms and ankles were strapped in and her naked body stretched out so tightly in and X shape she could not move at all.

Three large magic-wand cordless vibrators were passed onto the stage and given to Errol, James and Lenny while Michael was given a little tray covered in a blue silk cloth. JJ was now going to experience the full power of these beautiful tools as she lay there prone and unable to move other than to squirm a little in her restraints.

JJ now had a microphone headset placed on her head so everyone could hear her voice as the treatment took effect on her naked body. Her nipples were the first to be massaged by Errol and James with the magic wands on full power and her areolas started to swell into little breasts with the stimulation of the vibrations. Lenny now started on JJ’s clitoris with one of the magic wands and very soon it was obvious that JJ was going to cum again, now Michael uncovered what was on his tray and showed a large black latex dildo to the crowd. He liberally covered it with the oil before slowly pushing it deep into JJ’s dripping pussy. JJ was screaming at the intrusion onto her pussy as Michael pushed the dildo in and out and with the powerful vibrations of the magic wands she was in absolute orgasmic heaven as her body was now totally consumed with the full power of these wonderful orgasmic sensations.

Amazingly her second orgasm exploded even more powerfully than her first and her screams of pure ecstasy echoed around the auditorium. The crowd were on their feet cheering and egging on the black lads to give JJ even more. Multiple orgasms are not all that common in reality but it was plain to everyone that this little girl was going to prove that she could just keep cumming. Her slight body was jerking hard in her restraints as the power of her orgasms overwhelmed her senses again and she squirted for a second time spraying out onto the vibrator and covering Lenny and Michael with her cum juice.

JJ’s body was vibed with the magic wands and dildo fucked for nearly 10 minutes until she had little left to cum and the vibrators and dildo were taken away. One of the magic wands was handed to Cheryl who had another purpose for it.

The four black men were obviously aroused themselves by all the wonderful sexual activity that they were involved in and the prominent bulges in their little pants were clear for all to see.

Dolly and Cheryl both joined the lads on the stage and they quickly removed the lads little pants showing their large black cocks to the crowd. Dolly and Cheryl were now stripped by the four lads removing their tiny white bikinis leaving seven totally naked bodies on the stage – four black men with growing erections, two naked black girls and one tied up naked little white girl who was still jerking from her orgasmic exertions.

Brenda took another pull from her wine cooler, emptying it completely as the sun slipped lower towards the horizon, just beginning to paint the sky with an orangish glow over the ocean. It was her sixth, and she was beginning to feel next to no pain at all.

Dan pulled another from the toss-away cooler beside them and twisted the top before handing it to her with a goofy grin.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Brenda giggled, tossing her thick, shiny black curls over her creamy shoulder. Her gorgeous brown doe eyes danced at him playfully. A perfect set of white teeth gleamed behind her luscious pouty lips.

Then Dan’s eyes dropped to her chest.

An immaculate set off ebony, sweat-glistened e cups, packed into a too-tight emerald, one-piece bathing suit teased his gaze. They jiggled and bounced with her laughter as he followed the stark line of her cleavage into the top of her suit. The stark outlines of her dark aureole beneath the stretchy, thin material thrilled him.

“Are you looking at my boobs again Dan?” Brenda teased.

Chagrinned, Dan looked away as his face went red. He was always looking at her boobs, but she’d never called him out on it before.

Returning to her smiling face, but not before a last cursory glance at her breasts…Dan noticed that her nipples had thickened, stiffening and swelling under her suit, and couldn’t remember if they’d been that way before or if he was seeing things…he smiled sheepishly, unsure of what to say exactly.

Her smile penetrated him; she was so beautiful that it really was nearly unbearable.

Twirling a long, dark finger through her glistening curls, Brenda giggled at him.

“Did you know…” she began, gazing dreamy at him, you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed Dan,” she said.

Freshly embarrassed, Dan looked away and crossed his legs, stretching them out on the small stool in front of him to hide his burgeoning bulge.

His legs were thickly haired and muscular. His skin was the color of the midday sun tinted by a touch of sunburn. Dan was about as white as they come.

“Are you okay hun?” Brenda asked, pulling a curl to her shoulder before releasing it and allowing it to snap back in place with a bounce.

Dan’s crotch swelled uncomfortable and he shifted.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he smiled at her. But according to his crotch, things weren’t business as usual.

Brenda watched him a moment longer, noticing his condition, taking pleasure in it.

“So what do you want to do next?” Dan said, trying to change the subject.

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?” Brenda answered pleasantly, letting him off of the hook.

They’d spent the day together hanging out at the beach. Since early afternoon, wine coolers had been the main staple. Now, as the swollen sun neared the horizon, they were both pretty well lubricated…although Brenda wavered more towards the drunken end of the scale.

“We could go for a walk on the strip. Maybe find something to eat or something?” Dan offered sounding offhand.

Brenda cocked her head to the side as if weighing the option, then cast her gaze downwards and studied the vast expanse of bare brown flesh at the tops of her Brobdingnagian boobs. Dan noticed again how incredibly beautiful she was.

In fact, as the alcohol fogged his brain, he viewed her in a sexual way. Brenda dripped sex. She was gorgeous and mature; her body was exciting. While it went without saying that her breasts were magnificent, her figure was classic hourglass. But at that moment, it was her bare thighs, athletic and the color of bronzed chocolate that drew his attention again and again.

He wondered if she shaved her vagina…no…he thought again. Not vagina…pussy. He wondered if he shaved her pussy. He said it again in his mind, thrilling at it. Her hot, wet pussy. Her hot, wet…black…fucking pussy.

Dan’s cock throbbed.

“idea…” Brenda said.

Her words broke his reverie as confusion knotted his brow.

“I said that sounds like a good idea…” Brenda said again, smiling at Dan’s apparent predicament.

In a move destined to raise eyebrows and erection, she placed her tongue on the inside rim of the bottle neck and swirled it, licking up the sweet sugar sticking to it, as she glanced at him from beneath her bangs.

Dan’s cock jumped and he winced slightly from the pressure of his leg over it.

Brenda laughed but gave no direct indication of whether she knew the exact reason for Dan’s discomfort.

“You ready?” she said, shifting to seriousness.

“Oh yeah, just a minute” Dan said, pretending to read the label on the empty bottle in his hand. Holding it to his face, he read the ingredients out loud as if looking for something in particular. He was in fact, stalling for time to allow his erection to subside.

“Wow! Look at all the damn sugar in these things!” he exclaimed in mock indignation. Brenda stared at him with what could be described as a funny look, then giggled.

“NOW you’re worried about that? After slugging…what…six or seven of ‘em?” He worlds slurred ever so slightly at the end.

“C’mon Mr. health nut,” she joked, slipping into her sandals and rising. Standing before him, he noticed once more how big her breasts were in her swimsuit…and looked away. His erection was subsiding finally and he didn’t need it popping up again.

Rising, he joined her and slipped on his own sandals. His baggy shorts were loose enough to cover his still softening member, luckily.

But standing next to him in her hot, form hugging one-piece, he though Brenda looked like a goddess.

As they made their way through the beach lounges towards the street, she pulled slightly ahead of him, allowing a delicious view of her inescapable, luscious rear. A fact that he had nothing against. Her dark butt cheeks played peek-a-boo with the line of her suit, threatening to cause another rise at any second.

Once they’d made their way through the lounges, the turned left on the sidewalk and walked side by side.

It was a beautiful early evening. The air was still hot and the weekend strip was crowded with tourists and beach goers spending their money in the trinket shops lining either side of the street for blocks.

Walking next to Brenda, Dan stole quick glances at breasts as they moved and swayed. It was funny he thought. They’d known each other for about two months. Brenda had moved to Virginia from Colorado to take a position in his firm. They worked in adjacent offices and had somehow had become quasi-friends at work.

Dan had offered to show her around town on the weekends and some evenings. Thus far, they’d been to the museum and the small shopping district. Dan had never really been interested in women of color. Not that he was racist or anything like that. It was just something that hadn’t managed to enter into his world…before Brenda.

In the two months since their meeting, Dan found himself noticing her more and more at work. She dressed conservatively, but she had a pension for skirts. He liked to admire her hot, nylon encased legs at the office. Normally, she wore a button-up blouse. Her breasts were obviously huge, even beneath her work attire. But today had been the first time he’d seen her in a bathing suit and he’d been quite surprised at how big they really were. The rest of her was no laughing matter either. Over and over during the afternoon, he’d caught himself trying to picture her naked.

They stopped at a hot dog vendor on the corner and ordered two Coney Island’s with the works and two sodas. Dan paid for their dinner and they sat on a bench to watch the people while they ate. He couldn’t help noticing the looks coming from the men along the strip in Brenda’s direction. He couldn’t blame them. She was hot, they gorging on the sexy ebony milf in the bathing suit next to him.

“This is so nice Dan,” Brenda remarked, popping the last bit of hot dog into her mouth. God, Dan thought, she even ate sensually.

“Yes it is nice,” he agreed genuinely enjoying her company.

“So what now?” she said as her pretty eyes bored into his.

“Uhm…” Dan struggled for an idea.

Suddenly, Brenda giggled, then broke into a loud fit of laughter, grabbing at her midsection.

Dan waited, puzzled for an explanation.

As her giggles subsided, she pointed across the street.

“I wanna tattoo,” she said as the giggles resurfaced.

Dan was shocked.

“A tattoo?” he said incredulous. That was the last thing that would have occurred to him.

“Yah!” she went on with growing enthusiasm. “I’ve always wanted one!”

“Are you drunk Brenda?” Dan stated, still surprised.

“Well…yeah…kinda,” she smiled slyly at him. “But isn’t that when you’re supposed to get a tattoo?”

Her logic was impeccable. Nodding his agreement, Dan had to admit that being drunk was usually the time to get a tattoo.

“Well, uh…I guess…if you want,” he said.

“I think I might need another wine cooler first though…or two,” Brenda giggled, half joking, but half serious.

“Wine coolers then,” he said rising. She was already pretty smackered he thought, but is she wanted more, who was he to argue? He hoped that drunk Brenda might mean a naked Brenda later on.

“I’ll be right back,” he said and walked the few paces to the liquor store behind them to the right. His interest was seriously piqued now. He wanted to see where this went.

Several minutes later he returned with four ice-cold wine coolers. Twisting the cap on one of them he handed it to her. After opening his own, they clinked bottles and lifted them to drink.

“Are we allowed to drink on the street?” Brenda asked, wiping her mouth.

“I dunno,” Dan said chuckling. “Guess we’ll find out.” The booze was really hitting him now, and he was out to get the gorgeous sexy woman next to him as drunk as possible.

The first wine coolers passed without incident and Dan popped the second ones. It was obvious that Brenda was way past tipsy.

“Dan man,” she said, then broke into giggles at her own humor. “You are so much fun.” She ended with a smile that tugged at his crotch.

“I think,” she began but it came out sounding more like “Ith think.” “I think I’m ready for my tattoo.” She declared finally, setting her empty down on the bench triumphantly. “You have managed to get me drunk Mr. Dan” she sort of half slurred, “are you ready for that?”

“Bring it,” Dan laughed loudly, nearly as drunk as she was.

Rising, they made their way across the street to the tattoo parlor that Brenda had indicated to earlier.

She was a bit unsteady at one point and grabbed onto Dan’s shoulder as she tripped and fell into him…pressing her breasts into his arm. He thought they felt like big, soft, heavenly pillows and his cock responded.

“Oops…sorry Danny,” she giggled, righting herself again.

At the door of the parlor, Dan pushed it open and they went inside. Instantly the ac hit them. It felt like they had just walked into a freezer and Dan noticed Brenda’s nipples stiffen until they pointed straight out and away from her breasts.

He was surprised at their size and thickness, but Brenda seemed unfazed. In fact, he observed that she hadn’t even seemed to notice.

Instantly, the two young guys behind the desk looked up, their eyes returning to Brenda after dismissing Dan.

“Hi,” they said in turn, more at her breasts.

Brenda was obviously feeling no pain at all as she smiled at them.

“I wanna tattoo,” she stated flatly.

“Well, you’re in the right place,” one of the young men, apparently the owner said, coming around the counter.

“We have some really cool stuff right here,” he continued, pointing to the drawings hanging on the front of the counter.

The young man’s eyes followed her and he stared openly at her cleavage as she bent to inspect the drawings. Her breasts hung in front of her, swinging slightly with her movements as her thick nipples pressed through the front of her swimsuit.

Dan felt like an outsider.

The young men had almost completely ignored him to that point, but he couldn’t blame them. After all, the way the bottom of her suit rode up as she bent over, revealing a horny snatch of round ass cheek would be enough to make any man run into a wall.

As he watched her move, Dan’s cock thickened again.

Doubtless, the young men were already sporting erections.

“I like this one,” Brenda said, pointing at a medium sized rose on the front of the counter.

Taking from it spot, the young man tore his eyes from her breasts and presented it. “This one’s really cool,” he said. “I think it would look awesome on you.”

His associate behind the counter agreed.

“What do you think Dan?” she asked, searching his face earnestly for his opinion.

“I like it Brenda,” Dan smiled. What else should he have said?

“Okay, I want that one then,” Brenda returned, smiling drunkenly at the young man whose eyes had long since returned to her breasts.

“Follow me,” he smiled, leading Brenda and Dan around the counter to the room where the art took place.

The room was smallish, with a window facing the main shop area on one wall. Basically, customers entering the shop could see the work taking place in the room behind the counter. Sparsely furnished, it contained a workbench, a table and stool, and a chair for a third person to sit in.

“Where do you want it?” the young man asked Brenda as he prepared the workbench.

“Uhm…right here,” Brenda, pointing to her left butt cheek, just below the top of it.

“Okay,” the young man smiled. “Uh, that’s going to be kind of problematic though,” he said.

“Why?” Brenda asked.

“Well, you’re wearing a one-piece bathing suit,” he stated flatly.

In her drunken state, his meaning didn’t register on Brenda.

“So?” she said.

“Okay, then,” the young man said, breaking into a grin, “whatever the customer wants.”

As he prepared the stencil, he looked and Dan and smiled. Dan smiled back out of politeness.

“Ready?” he said, approaching Brenda, who nodded.

“Take down your swimsuit please,” he said.

Brenda looked shocked.

“Take down my swimsuit?” she started before it dawned on her. She was wearing a one-piece, which meant she would have to take it all the way down to where she wanted the tattoo. She would have to be practically naked.

“Well, I…” she started then stopped. Dan noticed her nipples visibly stiffen again.

“What’s the problem?” the young man said.

“I…I didn’t realize…”

The young man waited.

“You wanna change the location?” he offered sounding somewhat disappointed.

Brenda looked at Dan. Dan shrugged.

“Well, no I kinda want it there…” she said, thinking it over.

The room fell silent as the young man waited for her decision.

“Tell ya what,” he said nicely, I gotta go take care of something up front and be back in a minute while you reconsider it.

With that he was gone.

Dan saw him talking to the other young man up front at the counter through the window.

“Dan,” Brenda said, “what should I do? I don’t want to get naked…but…” then she stopped. Slyly, she smiled, then winked at him.

“But you would like that wouldn’t you?” she teased, giggling.

Dan’s cock felt like hot iron. Had she really just teased him about getting naked?

“Wanna see me naked?” she teased again, sticking her tongue out at him.

“I..I.. that is…” Dan stumbled as he processed her words. His cock throbbed between his legs at the prospect.

Just then the young man returned.

“I want it where I said,” Brenda announced, reaching for the shoulder straps of her suit.

As Dan and the young man watched, fascinated, Brenda slipped first one strap off of her bare shoulder, then the other.

With her back towards them, she grasped the edges of her suit around her breasts and pushed, lowering it slowly.

Dan shifted in his seat, adjusting his crotch. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. But inch by inch, as Brenda lowered her suit, revealing more and more of her gorgeous sexy ebony body to him, his cock pounded and ached, threatening to burst.

With her suit around her waist and her back facing them, she turned to look over her shoulder at them. Dan could only imagine what her now bared breasts must look like and he wished he could see them.

“Is this enough?” she asked coyly at the young man.

“Uh…uhm…no,” he answered flatly.

Giggling a bit, she pushed her suit lower, slowly, over the tops of her butt cheeks. She was now standing totally nude from the waist up with her butt nearly bared to the men. The rounded sides of her bare tits were visible from behind her.

In her intoxication, Brenda seemed totally unaware that she was totally exposed to the front of the shop through the window on the wall.

“Uhm, ah…I guess that’ll do,” the young man said, stumbling a bit at her practically naked backside.

Turning her head over her shoulder again, she smiled at Dan.

Dan smiled back nervously and looked quickly away. His cock hurt. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to look at her and jack off…he wanted to gorge on her naked ebony body…he wanted to see her big naked titties and the spot between her thigh as he stroked at her. He imagined what she must look like and nearly grabbed at himself watching her finger her hot, horny pussy in his mind.

As the young man pulled up the stool and sat down his face was level with her nearly bare rear.

“Wait,” Brenda said suddenly as the young man prepared to place the stencil. “I changed my mind.”

The young man’s face seemed to drop.

“I want it here,” she said.

Turning slowly, she faced the two men in the room. Her large, exposed, chocolate colored tits suddenly became the center of attention. Her nipples, thick, and darker than the rest of her skin were hard and pointed, standing away from breasts. Her entire dollar-sized aureole swelled with excitement before Dan and the young man’s eyes unbelieving eyes.

Tugging at the edge of her suit again, she pushed it down even further until her neatly trimmed patch of curly pubic hair peeked over the top of it.

Dan gasped audibly while the tattoo artist sat glued to his spot, stencil in hand.

Lowering her suit a bit more, just below her crotch, Brenda exposed her smooth bare vagina to the room.

“Right here,” she pointed to the area just to the left of it on her fleshy inner thigh.

Then pushing her suit to her knees, she allowed it drop to her feet and stepped out of it, and her sandals, leaving them useless on the floor in front of her.

Dan swallowed hard and shifted his throbbing cock which now formed an obvious tent in the front of his shorts. He could barely believe that Brenda, his beautiful coworker and new friend was standing in front of him, the tattoo artist, and another couple who had entered the shop and were gaping at her through the window. He saw every inch of her naked tits and the hot bare pussy he’d been fantasizing about.

“Well?” Brenda said at the tattoo guy.

“Uh, oh yeah, okay,” he answered coming back to reality. “Sit on the table please.”

Leaving her suit on the floor, Brenda placed her arms behind her, hands flat on the table and pushed herself up until she was sitting on it facing them. Her breasts hung in front of her, nipples turned upwards.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Uhm, spread your legs a bit more,” the young man answered. His voice sound shaky. Scooting closer, he placed the stencil on her inner thigh where she had indicated, his face merely inches from her naked pussy as he bent to work.

Brenda grinned and winked at Dan while the guy marked her skin with the stencil.

Through the window, the couple watched intently, still gawking at the hot, naked, large breasted black woman on the table.

“Okay I uh…that’s done,” the young man stumbled, pressing the stencil into Brenda’s inner thigh before his shaky hands allowed it to drop to the floor. Brenda giggled at that.

Moving to the workbench, he prepared his tattoo gun, needle and ink.

While the young man busied himself with his back towards them, Brenda shot Dan a naughty grin and lifted a heavy breast in one hand. Tugging on her thick nipple, she shook her breast at him and winked.

Dan could barely breathe.

The couple had gone from the front of the shop finally and the other young man stood staring at Brenda through the window.

At last, the tattoo artist was ready and scooted back over to Brenda. With his face at her crotch, he asked if she was ready. She nodded.

Placing the needle against her skin, he pressed to begin the outline. Brenda had never gotten a tattoo before and jumped slightly at the feel of the needle pressing into her flesh.

“Sorry,” the guy said, looking up at her. “It’s gonna sting a little.”

The sound of the needle filled the room as he worked, etching the outline of the tat into her flesh. As Dan watched the incredible scene, he noticed that her breasts rose and fell with her breathing with increasing speed. Her nipples were amazing in size and seemed to stiffen even harder as they guy worked on her, until they stood out at least a full inch by Dan’s estimation from across the room. Her aureole were thick and swollen like dark chocolate saucers turned upside down.

The whole situation was making her hot as hell he observed, and his cock swelled like a hot dog in a microwave, filling with blood until it actually hurt and pulled at him as he struggled with his own breathing.

He wondered that the tattoo guy could remain so calm. But unknown to Dan, the guy’s cock was pressing into the front of his own pants.

Brenda’s breathing continued to increase until she could no longer hide the fact that she was aroused.

When the outline was finished, the guy scooted back to inspect his work. Dan saw that her pussy lips glistened, shiny and wet with her excitement.

“Okay,” the young man said, swallowing visibly hard. “I uh, I’ll get the color…”

With that he scooted back to the workbench. To his dismay, he discovered that the needed color was empty.

“Crap,” he announced, sounding frustrated, “I’ll be right back.”

With that, he rose and exited the room.

Brenda locked eye with Dan.

Hers were wide and burned with excitement. Her breasts rose and fell quickly. Without speaking, she placed a hand quickly on her crotch and rubbed at it lightly, teasing herself right in front of him.

Dan nearly came in his shorts.

Just as the guy came back into the room, she moved her hand away and placed it beside her again.

Dan saw that her pussy lips were swollen, slick and protruding, and the scent of her excitement filled the air in the small area.

With the color filled, the guy stood in front of Brenda, needle in hand. “Okay,” he explained, “this is going to hurt a bit more than the outline.” Brenda nodded again. “I’ll be careful though, but I need to stand beside you for this.”

Moving to her side, he grasped her thigh and pulled her legs further apart. Then, he pressed the needle into her flesh and went to work.

Brenda jumped again visibly at the pain and whimpered as he filled the outline with color.

Brenda watched Dan as the tattoo artist worked on her inner thigh, inches from her moist crotch. Her wide-spread legs dangled from the table, exposing her gaping, excited cunt to the room.

Filling a tat with color is harder than creating an outline. As the guy pressed the needle more firmly into her flesh, the tiny motor bogged a bit. Brenda’s lips formed an O-shape and a moan actually escaped her.

With one hand, she reached for a breast and fingered a stiff nipple lightly while the guy worked.

Lifting her heavy tit in front of her, she pulled at it next to the young man who was bent over her thigh.

Instinctively, and unable to stop himself, Dan grabbed at his crotch as he watched her. Feeling the outline of his erection through his shorts, he squeezed at his shaft. His cock pulsated and throbbed through the material of his shorts in his palm.

“Okay, that’s done,” the young man said, rising.

Brenda released her breast and it bounced back into place.

As the guy went to the workbench to fill the next color, she spread her legs to an obscene distance and fingered herself quickly, dropping her hand again as he turned to face her again.

“Almost finished,” he said earnestly, though Dan could plainly see the outline of his erect cock in his pants.

Through the window, the other young man stared incredulous at the scene.

Pressing the needle into her once more, the guy went to work, filling in the last color. It hurt even more than before, and Brenda rolled her head back onto her shoulders and moaned loudly, openly pressing her palm into her swollen clitoris as he worked on her

Her fingers found the swollen, moist opening of her cunt. With the needle buzzing next to her dripping pussy, Brenda slid two fingers into her burning hole and fingered herself, openly masturbating while the young man tattooed her.

On the other side of the window another customer, an older man had entered the shop and now stood next to the other young man, gaping at her through the window.

Brenda slid her fingers in and out of her hungry cunt quickly, fucking herself in front of the men. With her other hand, she lifted a tit to her mouth and licked and bit at her own nipple, tugging at it with her teeth.

He moans filled the room along with the sound of the needle. The pain was driving her mad, making her clitoris swell harder, as she finger-fucked herself in front of the three men, no longer caring who was watching her.

When the guy stopped the needle for a moment to readjust, she spread her legs even wider and began to slap lightly at her horny cunt, sucking hard on a nipple, filling the room with the slurping sounds as she lifted it to her face.

All four men watched in fascination as four cocks swelled to the aching point. Dan slid his hand into the waistband of his shorts and grabbed at the bare flesh of his erection, pulling on it hard.

When the tattoo guy clicked the needle on again, he bent to finish the job as Brenda rubbed fast circles around her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through her entire body. Jamming her huge tit into her mouth, she licked, suck and bit at her nipple, leaving tiny teeth marks at the base of it on her dark aureole.

“Oh god,” she moaned loudly, increasing the pace of the circles around her clit.

By now, Dan was lost. He watched her masturbate on the table in front of everyone like a scene from a fuck flick. Stroking his cock inside of his shorts, he moaned as well…pulling hard on it and jacking it quickly.

The two men in front of the shop had now relocated and were standing next to each other just inside of the doorway to the room, staring incredulous at the naked, masturbating woman on the table.

One of them, the older man, rubbed at the front of his jeans.

Brenda’s eyes moved quickly over everyone in the room, darting back and forth between them as her fingers pulled and pinched at her clitoris. Releasing her breast, she hefted the other one to her mouth.

As the needle bit into her naked flesh, her hips moved slightly, unconsciously, as she fucked her sopping cunt into the palm of her hand.

The guy struggled a bit to keep the needle steady, but worked on nevertheless.

“Oh god…yeah…fuck…” she moaned loudly, tossing her head back onto her shoulders again, jamming at herself between her slick thighs.

“Do me,” she breathed, “do me…do me right here…”

At that the tattoo artist stopped and looked up at her.

“Make me cum,” she said again, barely able to breathe. “Oh god make me cum…”

The tattoo was finished. Turning the needle around in his palm, the young man pressed the vibrating gun into her clitoris and held it there.

“OH JEEZUS…FUCK…” Brenda moaned, thrusting her hips forwards to meet the vibrations, fucking herself into the tattoo gun.

Grabbing the guy’s arm, Brenda gently moved the gun around her clitoris, as she fucked into it…moaning and whimpering, slipping just the end of it into her horny, throbbing cunt.

With his free hand, the young man freed his cock from his pants. Long and hard, it sprung up, slapping off of his t-shirt around his belly, bouncing slightly until it settled into place against the bare flesh of her thigh.

Dan almost came at that, and had to slow his stroking inside of his shorts.

“Oh yeah,” Brenda said, her voice raw with lust. “Stroke it. Stroke that big cock for me.”

Releasing his hold on the gun, he allowed Brenda to fuck her pussy with it, jamming it in and out of herself as the guy stepped back and grasped his erection. Pointing it at her, he stroked himself from the base to the head…masturbating for her.

Brenda rubbed the vibrating gun all over, in and around her steaming hungry box, jamming it in and out of her herself hard and fast.

Her entire upper body flushed with excitement as she masturbated for the men.

Dan saw that the other guys now had their cocks in hand and were stroking themselves as they watched her.

He pulled his shorts down over his own erection, releasing it to the room. Brenda stared at him as she moved the handle of the gun upwards, pushing it hard in quick little strokes into the underside of her clitoris.

Each time that the gun came into contact with her clit, she moaned, tugging hard at a nipple, twisting and pulling it between her fingers.

“Dan…oh god, Dan…” she breathed hard, as her eyes gorged on his hand blurring over his cock, then scanned the other men stroking their own cocks in the room, before returning to him again, and repeating the pattern.

Before she could react, the tattoo artist grabbed the gun, took it from her and jammed his head between her legs in a single motion.

Placing the tip of his tongue on her engorged clitoris, he flicked the tip of it lightly over and across it, circling it.

Brenda grabbed at his hair and jammed his head hard between her fleshly dark thighs, fucking her entire sopping cunt at his face. Bucking wildly, she moaned and jammed herself at him. Her huge tits bounced and jiggled in front of her, teasing the other men in the room nearly to orgasm.

“OH GOD JEEZUS FUCK MAKE ME CUM!” she yelled loudly in a single sentence, grinding herself into the guy’s face between her legs.

Suddenly, the other young man stepped the few paces to where her sandals and swim suit lay on the floor. Bending while stroking his cock, he retrieved her suit. Wrapping it around his shaft, he stroked himself with it, revealing in the soft silky feel of it as his pants fell to his ankles. Thrusting his hips, he fucked his cock into her swimsuit, moaning loudly.

Brenda was on the edge of orgasm.

Stifling a scream, she bit down hard into her thick, pouty bottom lip. Grabbing the guy’s head again with both hands she pulled him hard into her and thrust her hips, using his entire head to fuck herself.

Just as she reached the brink, the guy stopped and pulled away.

“No…no…god…no…please…” she begged hard. Left unsatisfied, she thrust her pussy at the now empty space between her soaked thighs, involuntarily fucking at the air…needing to cum.

Pulling her off of the table to her feet, the young man spun her around and pushed, forcing her forwards until she bent over the table. Bracing herself with her hands in front of her, she thrust her naked ass upwards into the air.

Stroking his cock, he slapped at it, cracking her hard across the fleshy globes, making them jiggle. Brenda jumped and moaned. Spreading her feet apart, she reached between her legs and diddled her clit as he spanked her ass, stroking his cock merely inches from it.

The young man fucking himself into her swimsuit, jacked hard into it. With his free hand he grasped one edge of it. Now using both hands, he stretched it hard in front of him, rubbing his cock into it and all over it, continuing to pull on it until it popped at the seam with a tearing sound. Rubbing it his cock with it, he pulled at it, thrusting his hips forwards into it until the seam gave way completely, nearing tearing her suit in half.

Dan pushed his shorts to his ankles and sat back in the chair. Spreading his legs, he spit into his palm and jerked his cock hard and fast at the scene in front of him.

The older man stepped further into the room as his pants rode to his knees, pulling on himself quickly and moaning. The sexual tension in the room rose until it was tangible, like a thick cloud filling the space…Dan could almost taste it.

With a final ripping noise, Brenda’s swimsuit came completely apart in the young man’s hands and half of it fell away to the floor at his feet. With the other half, he continued to stork his throbbing cock at her, stepping closer until he was merely a foot from her.

By now, her ass cheeks were swollen an angry red as the tattoo artist continued to slap and spank at them. Brenda’s fingers flew between her thighs as she bent over the table, fingering her clit and moaning loudly.

Her heavy, bare breasts pressed into the hard table in front of her.

Bending over, the tattoo guy bit into the flesh of her burning ass cheeks, clamping down hard, alternating between them as he jacked himself furiously. Then, grabbing at her shoulders, he lifted her to a standing position and spun her, forcing her to her knees in front of him.

Pushing his cock at her lips, he thrust forwards until she spread them, entering her mouth.

Brenda reached forwards and grabbed his hips with both hands and pulled, moving him towards her, fucking her face with his cock. The slurping sounds of her lips on him filled the room along with the groans of the men stroking themselves.

Squatting before him on the balls of her bare feet, she spread her knees wide and diddled herself as she gobbled his cock…swirling her tongue around it and swallowing it completely before sliding back until the tip of it was just inside of her lips, the repeating the pattern, increasing in speed.

The tattoo guy dropped his head back onto his shoulders and moaned. “Suck it…suck my cock…” he said, thrusting to meet her face.

Grabbing at her hair, he quickly balled her soft curls in his fist and used it jam her head onto his cock as Brenda slapped at her pussy between her thighs. Her breasts bounced wildly and pressed up against the front of his legs as she bobbed her head forwards, around and back, sucking him hard and fast.

With that, the other young dropped what was left of suit and stepped beside her. With one hand, she grasped the base of his cock and pulled hard, stroking him quickly as he moaned at her.

Dan was close to cumming and had to slow down again. Suddenly, the older man groaned loudly and came…spewing his load in thick ropes onto the floor in front of him.

Losing control, the tattoo artist pushed Brenda hard until she fell over onto her back on the floor. Taking her ankles roughly, he jerked her legs apart and fell to his knees in front of her.

Grasping his angry erection, he pointed it at her and fell forwards onto his hands, entering her in a single motion.

Brenda gasped and moaned as his cock filled her, stretching her. Thrusting quickly, he held himself in a sort of push-up position on his knees and fucked her on the floor as the other men watched.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him in; thrusting her hips up off of the floor to meet his fucking. She fucked him back, moaning loudly as her tits bounced and lolled to either side of her.

Watching her tits, the young man was nearly overcome and had to slow his thrusting…but Brenda pulled him all the harder into her, fucking his cock with her hot, slick, tight cunt…it wrapped him like a hot velvet glove, engulfing his cock in its warm, silky wetness.

Finally, the other young man stepped closer until he was standing over her jacking his cock at her. He watched her big tits bounce and swing as the tattoo artist fucked her, pointing his erection at them.

“Yeah, oh yeah, stroke it…cum for me, cum all over me,” Brenda breathed at him, her brown, horny eyes boring into his.

The sounds of flesh slapping flesh mixed with moans filled the room as the tattoo guy pounded Brenda’s tight wet twat and the two men stroked themselves. The older man watched, fascinated, still fingering is soft cock, now beginning to thicken once more.

Suddenly, feeling his orgasm imminent, Dan got up and trotted to the scene on the floor, pounding himself with his fist. “Oh god…Brenda…Brenda…god Imma cum…Imma cum,” he moaned, arching his body slightly backwards as his shorts rode to his ankles with his fisting.

Without warning, Brenda pushed the tattoo guy off of her and rolled to her side. Struggling to her knees quickly, she crouched on the balls of her bare feet, knees wide apart in front of Dan and opened her mouth. Placing her arm under her heavy breasts, she lifted them at him. With her other hand, she slapped at her cunt, making herself quiver and moan.

“Yah, cum baby,” she breathed nastily, pushing her tits at him. “Cum…that’s right honey, cum on me…cum all over my big black titties baby.”

“Oh god…Brenda…” Dan said, with no control. “Oh god, I love your titties…I love your titties…I love your big…black…titties…”

“Yah?” she cooed hotly. “You like ‘em baby? You like my tits?”

“Oh god yeah…yeah…I love…your…your…tits…”

At that, Dan moaned a final time and came…hard…jettisoning thick, white ropes of sticky cum from the tip of his cock, splattering Brenda’s beautiful coco tits and cleavage. As he pumped himself hard and fast, some of it landed on her hair and in her open mouth. Before he finished, Brenda clamped her mouth around his rod and swallowed the rest. At the same time, the tattoo artist orgasmed, standing beside her, moaning loudly and spattering her left shoulder and arm with his own hot load, spattering her naked body with it.

The second shop worker let loose, moving closer to Brenda. He emptied himself all over her right arm and thigh, until it ran off of her dripping to the floor.

As she released Dan’s cock from between her lips, Brenda placed a hand behind herself on the floor for support and spread her knees wide, thrusting her hips upwards at Dan. Her entire body locked as if bracing for an onslaught. Then it came…she orgasmed, rubbing her clit furiously, slapping and smacking it. Her moans bordered on screams and filled the room. In fact, she could be heard outside of the shop.

Pressing her fingers into herself, she coaxed a long thin stream of her own juice from her box. It shot straight out of her and landed on Dan’s bare thigh, covering it with its wet warmth.

Brenda rocked back and forth on her heels, jamming her hand between her legs, riding her orgasm to paradise. Her tits shook and bounced in front of her, swinging wildly as she came all over the floor between her thighs.

The older man had managed another erection and was stroking it viciously. He moaned several times in a row, stepping towards Brenda who was in the throes of her second orgasm.

“Yeah, come on baby,” she said to the man. “Come here…cum on me.”

As he neared her, he could no longer hold back and came again, pointing his cock between her thighs. His hot cum splattered her vulva and landed on either side of her cunt. Rubbing her hand in it, she spread it all over her tits, smearing it around her nipples and aureole until they glistened, slick with it.

Finally, as Brenda’s second orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto her ass on the floor, struggling to breathe. The men stood in a circle around her, recovering as well. They all stared at each other in silence.

After a few minutes, the older man pulled his pants up, turned and left the shop without a word. Meanwhile, Dan had recomposed himself and helped Brenda to her feet. Her dark skin was covered and sticky with the cum of four men all over her body.

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Oops. A naked woman unintentionally and accidentally celebrates Nude Day.


Having never celebrated National Nude Day before, I had no intention of celebrating National Nude Day today. It was all just an unfortunate accident that turned out for the better. To be honest, I didn’t even know it was National Nude Day today or that there was even such a day as National Nude Day. A bit of a prude, never having been naked in public, I’m a privately modest person.

My perverted ex-husband said that I was sexually inhibited, when I refused to play his games of voyeurism and exhibitionism. He wanted me to wear a short skirt to the mall and flash the shoe store clerk my panties, when trying on boots, but I refused. Then, he wanted me to flash my tits to truckers on the highway and serve his drunken friends topless or naked at his weekly poker parties, but I denied him that perverse pleasure, too. Yet, now that I’m naked, when I think about how so many times I had refused to go to a nude beach with him, there I was standing outside my apartment door without a stitch of clothing.

To be honest, for the life of me, I don’t know how it got inside my apartment, but somehow it did, nor do I know how long it’s been there. Those things can hide, really hide. Maybe it flew inside when I opened the door to let myself in from work. They are really fast and so quiet that the Air Force, if they haven’t already, should copy them and design stealth fighters in their image. It wasn’t until several hours later, the next morning, that the bat made his appearance known and scared the living shit out of me. As if this thing was a vampire, never have I been as afraid.

I had just gotten out of the shower and was about to get dressed for work, when there he was flying low and in crazy patterns over my head. At first, catching it out of my peripheral vision, I thought I was seeing things. It was so fast that I thought it was just a shadow created from the light. Then, when he flew right at me and low, I knew it was a bat.

“Oh, my God! A bat! Get out! Go away,” I screamed figuring her was trying to nest in my hair.

He flew as if he was drunk and, just at the last instant, when he was about to crash into me, he’d veer off in a different direction. Then I remembered that bats were blind. Always just at the last moment, his radar allowed it to avoid whatever he was surely going to hit.

“Eww gross.” If mice aren’t bad enough, this ugly thing is a furry mouse with wings. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!”

To say that I panicked was an understatement. I hate flying things, especially bugs, and this flying mammal was the biggest and the scariest thing I ever saw. Even though he was really so small, in my tiny apartment, he looked huge. Then, when I got a good look of his face and his hairy body, he was monstrous looking.

He appeared just as crazed and panicked as I was and my screams weren’t helping either one of us to calm down and relax. He’d fly straight for my head, before turning away at the very last second. Thinking quick, hoping he’d fly out the way he came in, I flung open my front door and hid behind it. Only, when it was apparent that he wasn’t leaving and flew right at me, again and again, not even thinking that I was naked, I left my apartment, but without my clothes.


The door slammed shut behind me. It wasn’t until my door closed and locked that I realized that I was standing outside my apartment door naked. Naked, I was naked. If the experience of the bat wasn’t scary enough, now outside in my hall, I was standing there naked.

“Oh, my God. This is so frigging embarrassing. Quickly I tried to think of which neighbor to bang on their door, but nearly all my neighbors were single men or married couples. There were a couple of single women upstairs, but I’d have to walk the length of the hall and up the stairs naked to get to their apartment, with the hope that they haven’t left for work, yet.

“What am I going to do?”

Beside myself with fright, I was shaking. Then, I heard a door open and close further down the hall.

“Fuck! There’s someone coming.”

Trying to hide myself in my tiny door frame with my ass sticking out, when facing one way or my tits sticking out, when facing the other way, I looked to see who was coming and it was a man. As he neared closer, I recognized who it was. Jeff, a neighbor that I’ve seen in the lobby and in the elevator was walking towards me. He’s an attractive man, a bachelor, and I was, perhaps, developing a friendship with him, while hoping for more, that is, until now. Totally embarrassed, now, I’m just mortified.

“Oh, my God. This is so embarrassing,” I said under my breath, as he neared

Figuring it was better if he saw my ass rather than the rest of me, I turned to face my door. With my naked ass completely exposed, I didn’t dare turn around. I couldn’t look at him. I reverted to when I was a child thinking that if I didn’t see him, he couldn’t see me. Only, just as that didn’t work then, it didn’t work now either.

“Hello, Susan, how are you?” I could feel the heat of his stare on my naked body.

“Hi,” I said still not turning around.

How am I? I’m frigging naked and so very frigging embarrassed, that’s how I am. It was bad enough he had a full and uninterrupted view of my ass, I wasn’t about to give him one of my tits and pussy, too.

“Did you lose weight?”


“Did you get a new hairstyle?”


“There’s something different about you,” he said with a chuckle.

“I’m fucking naked,” I said feeling sick to my stomach.

“Oh, I didn’t realize,” he said with a laugh, “maybe that’s it,” he said laughing again.

“That’s real funny, Jeff.”

“Are you going to the Nude Day event,” he said pausing, while waiting for my reply.

Huh? Nude Day event? What’s he talking about? What Nude Day event?

“No,” I said.

At first, I thought he was kidding and making a joke about my nudity, but when I didn’t answer him in the positive, he continued talking.

“I was just heading there myself. We could go together. I mean, I could give you a ride, since you’re already dressed for the event,” he said with a another laugh. “To be honest, having never participated in a National Nude Day event, I’m a little shy and I didn’t want to strip off my clothes, until I got to the beach.”

“Actually,” I said into the door. “I’m not attending the Nude Day event.”

“Oh,” he said still standing there, no doubt waiting for an explanation, while staring at my ass, no doubt. I couldn’t bear the embarrassment to even turn my head to look at him. With a long pause in our conversation, feeling him staring at my naked ass, he spoke finally. “Then, why are you naked?”

“I, um, locked myself out of my apartment,” I said turning my head, but not my body, in his direction.

“I see,” he said. And then there was that long, silent, uncomfortable pause again, that I could just feel him staring at every part of my naked body. “I can get the manager to open your door, if you’d like.”

“Yes, thank you, even though that would be terribly embarrassing for John to see me naked, too, but I don’t have very many options, do I?”

“Maybe he’ll entrust me with your key and won’t have to come up to see you naked,” he said being the gentleman that he is.

“That would be good,” I said knowing that the manager, once Jeff told him, who always leered at me, while undressing me with his eyes, that I was naked, would surely want to come up for a closer and, no doubt, lingering look.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Susan, how did you lock yourself out?”

“A bat. There’s a bat in my apartment. I don’t know how it got in and I really don’t care, but–”

“There are bats around here,” he said. “I’ve seen them, when walking my dog late at night. How he got in your apartment is a mystery. They generally avoid people.”

“It figures that the one bat that got in the building would pick my apartment to roost,” I said talking to my door. “Can you just go and get the manager please, Jeff, so that I can go inside my apartment and kill myself.”

“Yes, of course. I’ll see about that key, before anyone else comes along. Here,” he said. “Take my shirt. Maybe he’ll just give me the key without having to come up to spare you further embarrassment.”

“Thank you, but I think when you tell John that I’m standing in the hall naked, he’ll want to come see me for himself, too. He’s always leering at me, while undressing me with his eyes. He wouldn’t miss seeing me like this for the world,” I said wrapping material around me tighter and quickly covering most of my nakedness with his shirt.

Jeff left and it was a few, very long minutes before he returned. In the meantime, several of my neighbors emerged from their apartments. The women said some derogatory stuff under their breath to their husbands, but the men all stopped to offer their assistance and one neighbor, old Mr. Crenshaw, actually pawed and groped my naked ass through Jeff’s shirt, before trying to fondle my breast and insert a wrinkled old finger in my pussy.

“Eww. Get lost! Beat it, before I call the cops! Frigging pervert!”

“Hey, girlie,” he said, “you asked for trouble being in the hall naked.”

“Beat it, asshole!”

While standing there waiting for Jeff and the manager to return with the key, I remembered Helen, my cat. My friends call her Helen Keller because she’s deaf and I always defend her telling them that she’s not deaf and blind, just deaf. I love my kitty, hardly a kitty anymore, at 12-years-old, but having had her since birth, she’ll always be my kitten.

She’s in there, the poor thing, with the bat. Just as I thought that, I remembered that bats have rabies. What if the bat bites Helen? Oh, my God. What if Helen turns into a deranged, wild animal and attacks me? Thinking of the bat, as if it was a vampire bat, rabies don’t happen that fast. Do they?

Then, I heard John and Jeff coming down the hall. Jeff was laughing and John was leering. Even though I was wearing Jeff’s shirt, I couldn’t look at John, the manager. I was so embarrassed. Hiding my face again, with the thought that if I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me, I stopped short before dashing in my apartment, when John opened my door.

“There you go,” said John unlocking my door.

“Wait,” I said. “There’s a bat in my apartment.”

“Yeah, so?” John looked at me, as if I was crazy. “What do you want me to do about that? Call an exterminator. I fix sinks, faucets, toilets, air conditioners, and furnaces, but just as I don’t do windows, I don’t do bats. Sorry, but I don’t do bats,” he said again, but this time with a loud laugh, as if he was having a personal joke.

It was then that I wondered if he had put that bat in my apartment with the hope of coming to my naked rescue. Nah, what are the odds of that? He wouldn’t do that, would he?

“Well, I’m not going in there with that flying rabies rat in there,” I said stepping away from the door.

“Suit yourself,” he said, but bats freak me out in the way of that movie, The Birds by Alfred Hitchcock. Nope, I don’t do bats,” he said again. “You’re on your own, Susan. Good luck to you,” he said with another loud laugh.

“Okay, okay, I get it,” I said. “You don’t do bats. Can you at least call an exterminator for me?”

“I can do that,” said John walking away with a wave of his hand.

“Hold off on the exterminator, John,” said Jeff. “Why don’t you let me take care of the bat for you. I’m pretty handy with a broom,” said Jeff to me, before going to the maintenance closet and returning with a broom and a small shovel.

“Okay, sure, but be careful Jeff. Don’t let him get close enough to bite you. Bats have rabies,” I said in a panicked voice.

Jeff opened my apartment door just wide enough to squeeze himself inside and closed the door behind him.

I listened at the door for banging or swatting or whatever the hell else he was doing with the broom and shovel, but he opened the door almost immediately with the dead bat resting on the end of the shovel.

“Eww,” I said staring at the dead bat, before stepping away. “What happened? How did you kill it so fast?”

“Laying on its back on the carpet, it was already dead. I think Helen took care of the bat for you,” he said with a laugh. “It took a deaf cat to take care of a blind bat.”

Surely, not love at first sight, but I attended the Nude Day event with Jeff. Tit for tat. I figured since he already saw me naked, I’d ogle his naked body, too. We’ve been together ever since.


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I bore easily…so I need challenge(s). It’s not that simple, exactly, but if you understand that base principle you’ll be part-way to clarity.

I also loathe the mundane. Like APA format. God knows psychologists obviously need more to occupy their time, but the rest of academia needs a good kicking for giving over control of their final publishable work(s) to these thoroughly anal keepers of arcane trivia. God knows the codes of the Elizabethan era are child’s-play when compared to APA, and those infamous ciphers were as complex as possible because the information they endeavored to disguise was literally life-or-death for those involved in their transportation and translation. And an unpleasant death at that. Often involving public humiliation, dismemberment and slow agonizing torment for hours or even days leading to the inevitable.

So why APA? Why bother? After all, we’re really supposed to be actually sharing our research and product — in direct contradiction to the purpose for complex codes and ciphers.

Yes, I could learn APA and apply it. If I chose. But I bore easily and I loathe the mundane, especially the gratuitous AND mundane. That’s a lethal combination in terms of holding my interest.

So what happened is in part based in all of the aforementioned.

The rest somehow had to with Lydia. There was something intriguing and indefinably beyond the ordinary about Lydia. On the surface, she was the slim (what I call lightly ‘dyed’) blonde, forty-something Night Librarian for the floor housing the History collection. As you would expect in a librarian, she had a quiet disposition. She also had great eyes and a spectacularly graceful flow, especially if you happened to be following her, as she pushed her cart around, slowly but efficiently re-stocking and organizing the stacks from 4 pm to closing (midnight) Monday to Friday.

At first I was really confused by the absence of rings, etc. I even thought, as was entirely possible of course, that her preferences might be for her own gender. But as we came to know each other, there was no doubt she was interested. She would light up spontaneously when we ran into each other and cast those sly little glances women do when they think the male isn’t paying attention.

And Lydia was an expert in APA.

In other words, she was a dream come true for a divorced forty-something — who happened to be back at university on the company dime to do grad studies. I could’ve simply taken Lydia out for dinner, made the correct direct approach for our age cohort — and it’s not beyond the realm of possibility that the two of us would have fucked each other’s brains out while she taught me APA for my MBA papers and I enlightened her on the Elizabethan history and literature which were my true passion and lifelong study interest.

But as I said there was something indefinably ‘different’ about Lydia.

And of course I bore easily, well, that point is well established.

So instead, I hatched this complicated and challenging plot.

The whole plan hinged on a 30 minute break Lydia took every night from 9 to 9:30 pm precisely.

During this time, she would descend one flight of stairs and share coffee, yogurt and conversation with the Amelia — the married and slightly out-of-place bling redhead who looked after the floor housing Sociology and all those similar ologies.

Friday, three nights before the deadline of a major term paper, I waited impatiently, indeed apprehensively, and with some excitement, for Lydia to roll her cart into the alcove beside the office. (That it was Friday night and therefore relatively quiet in the library was a considered element in the plan). I then watched from the shadows a few feet into the long row of stacks, as she entered the office, retrieved her yogurt and thermos of coffee, and, letting herself out, double-checked that the door was locked before flowing out through the glass doors to the landing and descending the stairs. Having prepared carefully over several days, and considered and re-considered every foreseeable facet and detail of my plan, I took a deep breath — thought to myself, ‘this is nuts, even by your standards’, then chuckled, glancing around nervously to be sure that if the chuckle was audible no one had heard it and was therefore watching — before proceeding to cross into the brightly lit area of the doorway to quickly pick the lock and let myself into the office. (Easy locks and a miss-spent youth. Let’s leave it at that).

Once inside, I collected a spare office key from behind the door and pocketed it, then sat down in Lydia’s rolling chair at her desk.

Even though the clock was now ticking, I forced myself to check and re-check the contents of the three remaining envelopes. Getting those in the incorrect order could be awkward, to put it mildly. (I’ll freely admit here that the apprehension while I waited outside the office, watching, was now manifesting as perspiration, making my clothes adhere to my flesh…and that the tingle of excitement was now manifesting as an outright seething hard on. This latter condition had been contributed to, in no small way, by my steadfast refusal to masturbate since Tuesday — the day when the plan first began to take shape). Taking a deep breath, I visualized the steps remaining in the plan one more time, and then set to work.

The first envelope was in place already.

The second envelope I slipped under Lydia’s old fashioned blotter, with just the merest fraction of an inch of the corner poking out, but to my eye this latter was a clear flag on her otherwise pin neat desktop. I hesitated but that was the plan and she may not notice it, even if I didn’t get back in time, so I left it and carried on. A moment later, I cracked open the door, checked the coast was clear, and slipped out, barefoot now, and commando as it happened, closing the door gently behind me. After secreting the third envelope with the office key inside a large enough volume on her cart, so that just the merest corner was showing once again, I set off at pace down the long long stacks to the study carrels along the windows on the outer wall. The sound of my bare feet on the hard floors seemed to echo outrageously so I went up on tiptoe. My blackberry said ’9:07′ so time was leaking away and I had to move at some speed.

At the end of the stacks I was pleased and relieved to find that Friday night, as intended, was working out. The younger undergrads thought working Friday night was against union rules and the majority of grad students would be in the appropriate collections, on other floors. With care, because there would be the odd other denizen around, I should be okay. Moving up two rows of stacks, I was again relieved, this time to find the correct volume in the Elizabethan collection still in place. I inserted the fourth and final envelope inside.


Reaching in behind this row of volumes, I felt then retrieved the cuffs. (These hadn’t been used in several months. Julie had been attractive and fit and fun, but we weren’t quite 100% compatible. We parted good naturedly, agreeing that we would probably always be available to each other — because neither of us was likely to hook up on a permanent basis at this stage and the fundamentals had been better than just good and so why not.) That bit of history aside, the cuffs had not on this evening been closed. That they were there, and still open, made it reasonable to assume Lydia had not discovered them when she worked in the area earlier in the evening. Exhaling slowly, counting to ten to calm my pounding heart — no amount of time would calm my throbbing hard on — I took the cuffs farther up the row of carrels to the one I had claimed earlier this evening.

Without sitting down, I opened the equipment bag on the desk surface, removing, opening and switching on my laptop. Only then, after further careful examination of the immediate area and determining it was unoccupied — I couldn’t control who might be passing by on campus and chance to glance up, from outside and four floors below, but that was part of the fun — I applied my stiff, quivering and therefore uncooperative fingers to removing my shirt and my slacks, before sitting stark naked on the cool chair, a contrast I should’ve but somehow hadn’t anticipated which caused me to suck in breath. I then closed the small padlock on the equipment bag. Then I fastened the cuffs to my own wrists.


Naked, no realistic access to clothes and the key more accessible to others (Lydia?). Check.

Several items of my clothes elsewhere and more easily accessible to others (Lydia?). Check.

Handcuffed, and the key elsewhere and more easily accessible to others (Lydia?). Check.

18 minutes to complete this first task and retrieve at least three of the four envelopes, in the correct order. Check.

I had planned on having 20 minutes at this stage, but if I could concentrate — something the challenge of the circumstances should assist me in doing — it was still feasible. Check.

Not that I had any realistic options now but to succeed. Check.


I had typed handcuffed before. No problem there. Clicking the mouse, I placed my fingers on the keyboard, and waited for the library homepage.

Very shortly thereafter it went wrong.

Within minutes, no amount of cursing, or panicking, could help me to retrieve the situation.

What followed was a horrifyingly long 19 minutes, contemplating then dismissing in sequence a host of potential but completely impossible solutions — all the while watching for any movement and listening for every sound — until, finally, the wheels of a rolling cart. The sound stopped in the vicinity of the Elizabethan collection.

Complete and utter humiliation was now inevitable. Check.

Nothing happened. She did not appear. Not a sound either. Where the hell was she? What was she doing? Was it even her? Oh god…5 minutes dragged by… and I was a sweating, panting mass of hopeless and paralyzed yet thoroughly aroused male. Another 3 minutes and every conceivable possibility, including the imminent arrival of the police, especially the imminent arrival of the police, had and continued to swirl through my mind. Even campus security would be a catastrophe, of course, but the police…

I froze, absolutely terrified. My blackberry was buzzing and moving across the surface of the desk. It almost made it to the edge before I could move to collect it.

‘Ms Lydia Cashman here,’ the text message read, ‘report to my office immediately.’

My mind took a second to register the implications. Most of the implications at any rate. Other implications invaded while I was on the move. So I’ll leave it to you to imagine that long walk down the rows of stacks. My legs were so stiff I felt like the cartoon character Gumby, from my childhood, yet so weak they could hardly hold my weight. I stopped once to catch my breath and noticed that I was glistening with perspiration all over my body but there was nothing I could do and I was anxious as well to find out the worst so I pressed on. All of which in mind, you can imagine how relieved I was to find no campus security, and no police…at least not outside the office. In fact, there was no one in sight.

You can also imagine my relief when it was her that opened the door and no one else appeared to be in the office. Taking my cuffs in one hand, she unlocked them with the key.

The KEY, note.

“Turn around,” she said flatly. I did. Believe me. Feeling another frisson of panic when she re-cuffed me, hands now behind my back. (Part of me did register that this was expertly done…or maybe that was hindsight). The simple truth overall was that I was helpless, naked, and that she dragged me by the cuffs backward through the door and closed it.

She was utterly and completely in control. Full stop. Check.

Lydia. Check.

So I had to consciously use every ounce of control I had ever learned not to simply cum on the spot…

Whether or not she was pleased I couldn’t tell. Because she was indeed expert. Patient by nature, as a Librarian, she seemed capable of infinite composure and poise. She simply sat in the chair, turned now to face me, and conducted a painstakingly detailed visual examination.

Avoiding eye contact, because I absolutely had to do that, I noted that every envelope and it’s contents — all four, note — was laid out in order on her desktop. My clothes, shoes, socks, and briefs, significantly, were in the garbage basket between the end of her desk and the filing cabinet where they had been tucked away.

Maybe following my gaze, she said: “Where are the rest of your clothes?” in a flat calm monotone.

I couldn’t actually make my tongue work to form the words.

“Speak up, please.” Same tone.

I stammered out enough for her to raise a hand slightly and cut me off. “Laptop there too?”


Swiveling the chair a half turn, those spectacular eyes still fixed on me, she picked up the phone and punched a button. “Henry? Lydia here. There’s a laptop and some other student possessions in a carrel on the east side and they’ve been there for some time. I’m a little concerned about the laptop. Could you collect everything and place it in Lost-And-Found?…”….”Thank you, Henry.” Click

Intent on keeping me stark naked. Check.

My hard on jounced a bit, involuntarily, and she cocked an eyebrow. Maybe she read my mind because she flowed gracefully out of the chair, collecting the garbage basket enroute to the door, which she then left open — in a truly terrifying and quite deliberate gesture — until she returned, empty basket in hand and restored it to its place and her lovely trim rear-end to the comfort of the chair.

Intent on stripping me BEYOND naked. Check.

My hard on jounced again, and I thought I might have glimpsed a twinkle in those spectacular eyes. But if so it was gone in a trice and could well have been wishful thinking.

She now had my blackberry in her hand, held it up. She must have taken it while moving the handcuffs to the behind position. ‘This you used to take the photos?”


“Nice piece of equipment.”

Me?…or the cam?…or the phone?

She now had the photo from the first envelope: the one I had placed before I started this account. It was quite a nice pic, actually, me smiling, relaxed, in the business casual clothes I wore. Usually wore. Turning it around she read the caption: “‘I really do need to learn APA. Can I buy the drinks in exchange for your expertise?’”

Her eyes dipped to my hard on, which of course gave me away once again.”There are some questions about this one, which you will answer later. I should inform you that Amelia found it earlier this evening so we spent considerable time discussing it during our break. Poor dear is a bit naïve and thinks the handcuff key is for a luggage locker or some such. I may have to enlighten her…” my hard on bobbled about, again, damned thing…”and,” she hesitated, “I should tell you it was me, checking at her insistence from her computer, who found your location in the library and disabled your account so you lost access and couldn’t complete the online quiz…”

Diabolical. Prepared to play foul to get and keep me way BEYOND just physically naked. Check.

She was carrying on, collecting the photo from the second envelope. Now this was one of the had-to-get-back envelopes, the one from under her blotter. It showed me standing, naked, cuffed hands on my head. I was facing away and I must say my butt does draw both compliments and interest from women. Lydia gestured for me to turn around, presumably so she could compare — so I tightened my butt, as I had for the pic. “‘I really lack the discipline for APA,’” she was reading the caption for this pic, “‘so any assistance and expertise you could render would be appreciated.’”

I was expecting a silence here…a moment of truth. Instead there was a rustle of paper and a snap of her fingers. Glancing back over my shoulder, I watched her twisting the next photo into position to study it and saw her free hand gesture for me to turn around again to face her. Then the same hand gestured for me to get down. Assuming I should imitate the pose from the pic, I settled on my knees, eyes downcast and cuffed hands atop my head. This photo was from another must retrieve envelope. The one from her cart outside in the alcove. The one that also included the key to my equipment bag…the equipment bag that contained my shirt and slacks and which was now tucked away in Lost-And-Found. She read the caption, “‘I beg your indulgence and direction’”, and I was so relieved to have my eyes downcast so she couldn’t see the wince and the crimson flush to my cheeks.

Even if it did mean I was watching the little bubble of pre-cum erupt from my cock and dribble down my engorged tip.

Inexorable and merciless. Check.

Knowing what was coming next was both something of a comfort and completely horrifying and had been both of those emotions simultaneously from the outset of her exposition. Now that there was only the fourth and final envelope remaining… the one from the Elizabethan collection…the one which had contained the key to her office…and the most explicit photo and caption…

I trust you have all managed to sort through the now truncated plan? How retrieving envelopes in the correct order would have opened doors, literally, allowing the retrieval of other envelopes, plus keys to other doors, locks, etc., and eventually to items of clothing — until, had it worked properly, I would have been fully clothed once again, with every oh so embarrassing envelope back in my possession.

I also would have concentrated enough to complete the online….

The toe of her shoe touching my erection shocked me back into the office, with her now seeming to hover over me from the chair. Smiling, she turned in her chair and adjusted her computer monitor for me to watch, shocked, as she opened my email account and ran a simple search…She had said she’d tracked me earlier and disabled my account access… But this? My actual email? …Who knew librarians had that degree of access and power?… I recognized the thread and the gasp escaped before I could prevent it.

Lydia was activating her Skype and entering a username.

“Please don’t.”

She looked over at me, cocking one eyebrow. In that moment, her eyes were even more spectacular than usual.

“Please,” I repeated.

“She is not your Domme?”

‘She’ was Julie. The Julie with whom my compatibility had been 99.6%, but not quite 100%. Without going into detail, suffice it to say the fourth envelope had included more than one photo — and had been particularly badly thought out, or so it was transpiring. “No.”

“I think I’ll just confirm that.”

There were no further layers left to strip from me. (Even the urgent prayer, something I never did, proved futile because Julie was home and did answer the call ).

“No,” Julie was very amused,positively beaming on cam, “I am not his domme.” Then she quickly added, “Did he say I was?”‘

Lydia assured her I hadn’t exactly said anything.

Julie, though perplexed briefly, was not mean spirited, and was sufficiently entertained to let the matter slide. Albeit with a wry, “But he does have a great ass.”

To which Lydia replied, “And a helluva nerve. Thank you very much for your time.”

After a few more pleasantries passed between them, they ended the call. After which followed the longest stretch of silence I could ever recall, including the one earlier when I knew the plan had unraveled and when all I could do was wait for the consequences.

The toe of her shoe touched my engorged erection again…and I gasped again. And pre-cum bubbled forth, again. The floor seemed to move slightly and I had to right myself consciously. To find her shoe, the shoe at the end of a shapely leg, hovering in front of my eyes. I could see the pre-cum on the toe of her shoe. No doubt she could see it too.

My dream was finally coming true, only now it seemed more like a nightmare.

For years I labored trying to get a break in the theater. I worked dinner theater, summer stock in godforsaken places, small community theatres and even off-off-off Broadway. I eked out a living doing the usual waitressing and temp jobs. Sharing a rat-hole apartment in New York with three other struggling actors, I was the guest at more pity-on-me dinner parties than I could count. My small circle of friends tried to make sure I wouldn’t starve. One thing helped me maintain my sanity—my ability to talk with my best friend, Max.

My plight began when my excuse of an agent called about a major role in a real off-Broadway production. It was a new play by a Tony award-winning playwright. The producer was a top Hollywood star who, according to him, wanted to assure the world or herself that she was a true talent. This same woman would be playing the lead. My agent was sketchy on details, I think his feeble mind stopped working when he heard about the director and producer/star— and that he might actually make some money off me. He told me to show up at the theater at 10 for an initial read.

I asked him if this was going to be a cattle call. He laughed and said, “No, sweetie, the part is yours if the read goes well.”

I screamed and just about wet my panties. I was going to be on Broadway—well, Ok, off-Broadway—but still freakin’ good. I was also going to get Equity pay and I might actually be able to buy something to wear and have food in the cupboard. God, if the play had a good run, I might get out of the hellhole I lived in.

“Slow down,” I told myself, “this is only a reading. You probably will screw it up and not get anything.”

I pressed my agent on what the storyline was, but he just mumbled something about a love triangle. “You’ll be great, sweetie. You’ll kill ‘em.”

I asked how they chose me.

“Not sure, sweetie,” he said and I knew he was puffing on his ever present stinky, cheap cigar. “The production manager called and said Miss Big Fucking Star wanted you. Maybe she caught you in one of your summer stock things.”

I should have realized that my so-called agent wouldn’t have busted his ass trying get me work. I recall reading that the producer/star lived in Connecticut and I did do a couple shows there last summer, so…

I didn’t sleep a wink and the next day was showered and dressed in my best clothes, which I and everyone else knew were crap, and headed to the subway for the ride to mid-town. Arriving at the theater over an hour ahead of time I splurged my last ten dollars on a latte and a scone at Starbucks. “If I get this role, I can have this every day.”

I entered the open lobby door and made my way down to the stage where a small group was casually standing and talking.

As I neared, I saw her, Abbie Evans. She looked so small and normal. Next to her was Rice Peters the writer. He looked like a playwright, with a black turtleneck, black pants, black-rimmed glasses and his trademarked shaved head. A couple others were there.

Abbie Evans turned and saw me, breaking into her universally recognized smile.

“Chloe, come here and meet your team.”

I tried not to trip down the aisle and reached out to accept Abbie’s extended hand. She introduced me to Rice, the director, the stage manager and production manager, all of whose names I immediately forgot. I was still stuck on “Abbie Evans knows my name.”

Abbie then looked over my shoulder and smiled again.

“Ah, our leading man arriveth.”

I turned to see Joe Quinn, the current star of one of TV’s top cop shows, making his way to us. I felt weak in the knees. These were all A-listers and I felt like the skunk that wandered into the garden party. What the hell was I doing here?

Joe shook my hand and Abbie urged us onto the stage. We sat around a long rectangular table and the stage manager passed out scripts.

“So, Chloe, what do you know about ‘The Pose’?”

I should have said something that might cover my total ignorance, but my mind was a blank.

“Not a frigging thing,” I gushed.

They all laughed.

“Ok,” Abbie said, “here’s the Reader’s Digest version. Joe is major artist. He’s had mega shows at all the top galleries and his work hangs in all the right penthouses in Manhattan, plus some decent museums. His last show was, however, less than spectacular and the critics were getting their claws out and speculating he may have lost his edge. I am his wife, a bit older, obviously, and long-suffering, of course. I used to be his muse, but after we married the muse part slipped away and my ability to earn a paycheck as a successful art agent took its place. When I stopped modeling, he also began his slow spiral. So, he finds an ingénue, the lovely Chloe, who will be his model, his muse and the centerpiece of his new exhibition.”

Abbie paused for effect. She knew how to hold an audience.

“So, I am jealous of you and pissed at Joe. I come to his atelier and find that you are not some succubus, but an innocent, engaging and beautiful young woman. I am drawn to you–your personality and your appearance. Joe, as men are want to do, also has desires on you. The rest is a tug-of-war to see who will win you, if Joe can complete his work and regain his status, if he and I will reconcile. And, if you will remain the unsullied maiden. All very ‘Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolff meets A Star is Born’ between Joe and me with a bit of sex to juice things up.”

I nodded all through her recitation. And smiled when she smiled. In my mind I’m thinking, “Holy Shit, this is a three person play and I’m going to be sharing most of the audience time with two of the biggest stars in the business. I see my own Obie waiting for me in the wings.”

My bubble burst with Abbie’s next statement.

“I’m so glad you don’t have a problem with the nudity or the love scene. You’re a brave girl.”

The Obie just fell off the table and smashed into a million pieces.

“Nudity? Love scene?” I couldn’t even make a sentence.

“You mean your agent didn’t tell you?”

I shook my head.

“Oh, Chloe, sorry. I would have told you differently if I had known. But, you must know that you play Joe’s model and will be totally nude for a good part of your time on stage. And, you will have a rather explicit love scene at the end of act one.”

Now, I am not a prude, well, Ok, I am a bit of a prude. Shit, make that a major prude. But, I recognize that actors sometimes have to make sacrifices for their craft, and to get a role. I thought about standing naked in front of theater full of people and my insides started to turn to Jell-o. I imagined my parents in the audience. Yikes! I thought about my favorite teacher being there, Sr. Mary Ann, who encouraged my acting and tried to see every play I was in. Double yikes!

I nodded slowly, pretending that I was comprehending what I had to do.

“So, you can do this, Chloe? You can handle the nudity?”

I again nodded, but didn’t think it was my most convincing performance.

I said, “Sure.” I giggled and said trying to be as lighthearted as possible, “But, I don’t know about the love scene with Joe. That could be a challenge.”

Abbie laughed. “Oh, don’t worry about that. You don’t have a love scene with Joe.”

She paused and I looked confused.

Smiling she continued, “You have it with me.”

I am not sure if there is really such a thing as a brain meltdown, but I think I had one at that moment.

“And, Chloe, just to ease your mind about being nude, I will be nude, too.”

Yep, total meltdown. I thought I felt my brains oozing out of my ears and fought the temptation to stick my fingers there to prevent them from dripping onto the table.

The rest of the meeting occurred in a blur. We did a read-through, I think. Breaking around four we agreed to meet again in the morning for a discussion about the staging and another read-through. The director asked us to go through the play and make notes and questions.

Abbie walked me out of the theatre.

“Chloe, don’t worry, you’re going to be great. I saw you last summer and you’ve got the chops to carry this off. I’ll be right here with you all the way. Call me if you want to talk.” She handed me a card with her name and cell phone number.

I thanked her and wandered in the general direction of the subway stop as she stepped into the back of her huge Mercedes with a liveried driver holding the door.

My head was reeling. I needed to talk to someone. I had to see Max. I knew by the time I navigated rush hour and got to his place, he’d be home.

Max and I grew up in the same town in New Hampshire. He’s years older than I am, and we had a low-key connection from being in the theater group in high school. He was a senior when I was a freshman. We both worked at the same ice cream place in the summers. That’s when we hit it off and found we could easily talk with each other.

Now being in the city at the same time, we reconnected and became friends. We still had the ability to just talk. He really listened, a quality I was finding rare in the guys I met in the city and especially among fellow actors. Most of the actors were totally psychotic and wanted only to talk about themselves, the roles they had, the roles they almost had and mostly about the roles they should have had.

Max was doing pretty well, working for the public radio station as head of fundraising. He had a small, but decent, apartment on the West side. The doorman knew me and let me go up to Max’s, saying he’d call up to let him know I was on my way.

He answered and welcomed me in. I rushed past him, flew to his fridge and pulled out a beer.

“I am totally fucked,” I announced as I downed half the can.

“Well, nice to see you, too, Chloe.”

I smiled and went to give him a hug.

“Sorry, I’m a bit worked up.”

“So, I noticed. Want to share?”

“Share! God, you need to get out of non-profit and into the real world.”

“Oh, acting is the real world? Interesting concept.”

“Whatever,” I shrugged. “Yeah, I need to ‘Share’, but first I need to pee.”

I finished my beer and asked if Max would get me another and made my way to his bathroom. I rushed in and plopped down on the toilet. As I relieved myself, I looked around and almost shit instead. On the floor was a girl’s bra and panties in a pile, next to a pair of girl’s shoes. Now I noticed the bathroom smelled of a recent shower and the scent of a woman.

I finished and bolted out. Picking up my coat, I headed for the door.

“Hey, what’s up?” Max called. “Where’re you going?”

“Max, sorry. I gotta’ go. I didn’t mean to barge in like this. I shoulda’ called. I hope I didn’t mess anything up.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I know you have a girl here. I saw her things in the bathroom. Sorry.”

Max took my arm and led me back to the kitchen.

“Chloe, I opened a beer for you, and I definitely do not want to waste it. Besides, we haven’t shared yet.”

“But the girl…”

“Oh yeah, the girl. Well, I’d better go get her. I hope she’s dressed by now.”

I didn’t know what to do, so I froze where I was and sipped the beer.

In a minute I heard a scream from Max’s room. “Oh, Oh, this could be trouble,” I thought.

The door flew open and out charged a tiny, beautiful blond, wearing a flimsy tank top and bikini panties. She rushed toward me, screamed and jumped in my arms.

“Sydney, what the hell are you doing here?” I yelled.

Sydney hugged me and then stood. “Just visiting my big brother and getting a taste of city life.”

Syd is four years younger than I. She and I were close friends, despite the gap in our ages. I met her when Max and I got to know each other. The three of us hung together for most of our summers. Syd and I enjoyed the same music, movies and a taste for fried clams.

Another thing we had in common was we both looked up to Max. He was the best big brother in the world for her and for me, well, he was half big brother and half secret love. I knew he was never interested in me sexually, and just saw me as another little sister. I didn’t care. I carried a big thing for him for a long time.

Even now as adults, I still had a well-buried crush on him, but had been able to overcome it and forge a really good friendship.

Max fetched beers for Syd and himself and led us into the small and neat living room. He furnished it in early IKEA, but it was comfortable. I sat in the oversized arm chair and the other two settled on the leather couch.

He suggested that Syd might want to get dressed. She looked at him as if he was from Mars. “Like the three of us never hung out at the lake in our bathing suits. I’ve got the good parts covered, so chill, Big Brother.”

Laughing, he looked at me and asked, “So, what is the crisis de jour?”

I knew he was teasing and trying to relax me. I admit I tend to get over-dramatic. Actually, that’s not a bad quality for an actress.

I told them about getting offered the part in the play and who the main actors were as well as the superstar writer.

They congratulated me and said they knew I was going to make it.

“Wow,” exclaimed Max in mock amazement, “I’m going to be able to say I knew you when. Maybe you can take me out to dinner for a change.”

“Don’t pay attention to the asshole,” said Syd. “This is fantastic. But, what has you freaked out? You must know you have the acting ability to be on the stage with those two.”

I snorted, choking on my beer. “I am not so sure. I mean she is a freakin’ two-time Oscar winner and he won an Emmy. The playwright has two Pulitzers. But the real reason I’m in full panic mode is simple.”

Max and Syd hung on my next sentence.

“I have to be nude for almost the whole damn play.”

Both my friends stared in silence.

Before they could even comment, I added, “And, I have to do a freakin’ nude love scene with freakin’ Abbie Evans. A love scene! Jesus, I am totally flipped on this.”

Max and Syd sat in silence for a bit.

Finally Max softly said, “Wow.”

I got up and grabbed another beer. I didn’t think there was enough alcohol in the entire west side to help me relax.

“What am I doing to do? How can I have my parents come to see me? Screw that, how can I parade my sorry naked ass around a stage every night in front of hundreds of people? I have to turn this down.”

“Are you out of your mind,” asked Syd?

“This is the chance of a lifetime. So, if you have to shake your booty. Every critic on the East coast will be flocking to see this play. They will want to see the fabulous Abbie Evans in the nude and making out with a woman. You could not get better exposure.”

“Exposure seems to be the right word,” I said.

Syd and Max tried to reassure me. I listened but was not convinced. I tried to explain my anxiety.

“Ok, here’s the thing. I am shy. I mean really shy. I hated gym class. I was always the last one out so I didn’t have to change in front of the other girls. I don’t have much of a love life. No, let’s make that truthful. I have no love life these days. My last boyfriend never really saw me nude, I always insisted on the lights off, did the deed and then pulled on a t-shirt. And, I can’t believe I am even talking about my love life in front of you guys.”

Max grabbed his chest. “My god, you’re not a virgin? What is this world coming to?”

I flipped him the bird and continued.

“So, I think you understand that being nude will be a big deal, a really big deal. And, despite this being the age of blended sexual identities, I have never done anything with a girl. Hell, I just about understand my own anatomy, let alone finding my way around another woman. I don’t think I’m that good an actor to be realistic in a love scene. Fuck, a love scene with Abbie Fucking Evans! I am so not going to be able to do this.”

Syd said, “Chloe, you cannot pass this up. All you need is to rehearse and get used to it.”

“How am I going to rehearse, Syd? I can’t ask Abbie for private make-out lessons.”

Syd blushed a little and said, “You don’t have to ask Abbie.”

“Then who,” I whined.

“Me,” she said in a soft voice.

The silence in the room was deafening.

“You?” I said.

“Yeah. Look I am a normal, healthy, well-balanced college girl. In other words, I’ve had my share of walking on the other side. You know, playing for the other team. Vacationing on the island of Lesbos. Enjoying Sapphic delights. Getting the picture.”

“So, you and I will…”

“Rehearse, Chloe, just rehearse. I can give you a couple tips and mostly just let you get over your fears. It’s no big deal. We’re best pals and it probably will be a lot of laughs.”

I thought about it. It seemed so bizarre thinking about doing anything sexual with Syd. I mean she is really cute. She has a trim and fit figure, so it’s not like she’s repulsive. But, actually kissing her, touching her, that’s plain weird.

“I don’t know, Syd.”

“Chloe, where else will you get any practice. This will be the least threatening way to break through.”

I looked at Max, who had a bemused expression. “What do you think?”

He laughed. “No way are you getting me to weigh in on this. I am still processing that my sis is into girls.”

“Not exclusively, Bro. I still dig guys a lot. But, I do like a pretty girl now and then.”

He nodded and added, “Well, besides my sister’s sexual openness, I am not going to comment on the two of you practice having sex.”

He smiled at me, and continued.

“The only thing I’ll say, is that if you really want this part, Chloe, then maybe Syd has a point. You guys can practice, or whatever you want to call it, here during the day.”

Syd grinned and asked, “You don’t want to watch?”

He stared her down and said, “Behave, Syd.”

While Syd and I discussed the logistics of how to move forward, Max ordered out for Chinese. When the order arrived, we put aside the thoughts of naked bodies, girls kissing girls and total humiliation to enjoy our friendship along with sesame chicken.

The next day at the theater, we did a couple read throughs and found a number of spots where the dialogue didn’t seem to work. Rice took the comments well and adjusted some things on the spot and promised us new dialogue for tomorrow. Abbie started a discussion and then we all agreed that there was a big plot problem toward the end of the first act and the ending was too abrupt. Rice admitted he struggled with both. We all tossed ideas around and they even liked one of my suggestions. Rice said he’d work on the problems.

We broke around 1:30 and had lunch that was brought in. Afterwards, the production manager said I should meet with wardrobe.

I chuckled to myself thinking this could be the shortest wardrobe session in history.

The wardrobe mistress, Marge, was a Broadway veteran, probably in her 50′s. She acknowledged that there were not a lot of costume changes. She explained she needed my sizes, including underwear. I did have to undress on stage in the first act. She said she needed to get about 10 of everything. Marge said she would get front closing bras.

“I don’t want you fumbling for a couple minutes trying to get your bra off. I think we’ll just go with bikini panties, nothing too sexy like a thong. Actually, I might even go with some granny-panties. I like the contrast between modest undies and your naked body. Jeans, a cotton pullover and flip-flops will complete the ensemble. Very easy to deal with. I’ll pick up a bunch of short robes that you will wear at times. Also, you can put one on during, if you don’t mind the pun, ‘dress rehearsals’ so you don’t have to be showing everything all the time.”

“Marge, do you think I’m crazy doing this?”

“Honey, I’ve been doing this most of my life. I’ve come to understand nothing in the theater is crazy. I think the play is powerful. I listened to the read through and you have one hell of a juicy part. My advice, forget your tits are hanging out and act the shit out of this role.”

Her reassurance made me relax, at least a tad.

We wrapped at three and I was at Max’s apartment at three-thirty, knocking on the door.

Syd opened it. She was wearing a t-shirt of Max’s and it appeared nothing else.

I entered and dumped my purse on the kitchen table, opened the fridge and grabbed a beer.

“You’re looking a bit casual,” I said to Syd.

“Chloe, we very well can’t practice being in the nude without being in the nude.”

The beer in my stomach almost started coming back up. “Am I really going to do this?” I thought.

“Syd, I have to admit I am still freaked about this.”

“Yeah, I know you are. But, listen, we can do it. We are like best friends, almost sisters, actually.”

“Great, so now you’re adding incest to this ordeal?”

Syd laughed and took a sip of my beer. “You are way too wound up. Go take a shower and relax. I’ll put one of Max’s big denim shirts in the bath. When you’re through, just put that on. That will be one step. Then we will just read through the love scene part a bunch of times, Ok.”

I nodded and we moved on. I was letting the hot water soak into my muscles when the bathroom door opened and I heard Syd call out.

“The shirt is on the back of the door. Hey, you look great naked, Chloe.” She giggled and slammed the door.

I realized the clear shower curtain probably left little to the imagination. I finished, dried and pulled on the shirt. I desperately wanted to pull on my panties, but finally decided against it. I was brushing back my damp air when I noticed the faint, but distinct, scent of Max wafting from his shirt. The image of me standing naked with his shirt wrapped around me made my thingie tingle.

Syd was reading through the script, sitting on the couch. She smiled as I approached.

“This is great stuff, Chloe,” she said. “I think it will be a super hit.”

“Well, it’s going against the trend of musicals and comedies,” I offered. “Everyone bemoans the lack of serious drama on Broadway, but the crowds turn out for the big productions, special effects and catchy tunes. If this didn’t have Abbie in it, I doubt it would even get a try-out.”

“Abbie and the fabulous, beautiful, talented and naked, Chloe, might I add,” Syd put in.

“I was loving it up to the naked part,” I moaned.

“Well, speaking of which, hon. You will never get over being afraid of going naked if you are wearing clothes. So, let’s get naked.”

She stood and peeled her shirt over her head. I think I actually gasped.

Syd is about 5’3″. She has short blond hair, with some henna streaks, giving her a pixie look with a bit of punk thrown in. The punk also comes from her nose piercing, multiple ear studs and rings, and, to my surprise, her left nipple piercing.

Her face is cute with a slightly upturned nose and great smile. She is slight of build, but her breasts are larger than I imagined, not that I really ever imagined them. They looked about the same size as mine, although she is three inches shorter. Syd is fair-skinned and her breasts are white, which makes a striking contrast to her dark areolas and nipples, which are about the same shade. The pierced nipple looked erect and hard.

Syd sported a belly-button ring. She had narrow hips and thin legs. I was slightly shocked that her pubic area was clear and smooth.

“Ok, your turn,” she said with a wide grin.

I gulped and slowly unbutton the shirt. With a strength I did not think I had, I let the shirt slip off and drop to the floor. I mightily resisted covering my parts with my hands.

Syd looked me up and down, pausing at all the strategic spots.

“You’re very pretty, Chloe. The audience will dig you. Although you might want to clean out Sherwood Forest a bit.”

I looked down at my untrimmed and wild blond bush. I never even considered doing anything with it.

“Nice tits, by the way. I like them a lot,” said Syd.

I blushed deeply and tried to smile.

“Don’t freak out. I am being objective. It’s not like I’m drooling over them, but they are very, very attractive. They look to be around the same size as mine, but they have more of an attitude. They like stand up and call for attention. And don’t like faint, but your nipples are super erect and that is super hot. You look like this on stage and you could read the fucking phone book and get a standing ovation.”

Syd asked me to turn around and I slowly complied.

“Great ass, babe. Your legs are long, which is what all the guys love. All in all an awesome package.”

I faced her and moved for my shirt. Syd put her foot on it and shook her head.

“Part of what we are doing is getting you used to going bare-assed. So, leave the shirt off and let’s read the part about your love scene.”

I relented and we stood next to each other with the script on the kitchen table and read. The scene called for Abbie, or Helen in the play, to come upon me alone in Joe’s, or his character’s, Alex, studio. I am wearing my robe. She confronts me about having an affair with Alex. She attacks me verbally and then rushes me and pulls off my robe. I stand naked facing her, she has her back to the audience. We stare at each other for a time and then she moves to me, pulls me toward her and kisses me. I resist and then slowly respond and we embrace. She then steps back and starts to strip. Neither of us has spoken a word since our kiss. She sheds her clothes, exposing her naked rear to the audience. We embrace and kiss again. The stage directions indicate we are to passionately touch each other and go to the couch, where we have sex.

Rice is still working on how to close this scene and end act one.

“Well,” said Syd, “not a hell of a lot to go on here. Let me be explicit for a second. In the sex on the couch part, what are they expecting? Is one of you supposed to go down on the other? God, that would be something. Shit, I am getting all wet thinking about eating Abbie Evan’s goddamn pussy.”

“Syd, you are not putting me at ease.”

“Sorry, but do you think that’s what they’re looking for?”

“I don’t know. We never talked details, but I don’t think so. I am supposing it’s mostly going to be kissing.”

Syd thought about it. “Kissing, like kissing boobs?”

“Oh God, I don’t know,” I moaned.

“Well, until we hear differently, let’s assume you will kiss each other on the lips, probably run your hands up and down each other, getting a handful of butt, and most likely feel each others’ boobs. If you find out more, we can practice more. Listen, Chloe, it will be fine. I know you’re acting. So, let’s try it out.”

“Now?” My heart sank below my knees.

“As good a time as any. Besides we have about an hour before Max plans to be home. Let’s make the most of it.”

We faced each other and Syd stepped up to me. She was shorter than Abbie, but I figured that made no difference. I was about to kiss my first girl.

She smiled and gently rubbed my upper arms. I relaxed a tad.

Syd pulled me into her arms and hugged me gently. I appreciated her gesture. We had hugged hundreds of times before. I admit I had never felt her hard nipples press into me on those occasions.

She stepped back and said, “Kiss me.”

I closed my eyes and moved my face forward. I ended up kissing her nose.

We both laughed.

“Close, but not what they’re looking for,” Syd said.

“Keep your eyes open. Come on, you can do it.”

This time I moved my face toward hers, looking into her eyes. She tilted her head and I let my lips come to hers.

I was not prepared for the sensation. Her lips were soft, warm and, I must admit, erotic. Kissing her was nothing like kissing the guys I had dated. She broke the kiss, slid her hand to my cheek and then kissed me. With just a tiny bit more pressure, she pressed her mouth to mine. She then covered my lips and chin with soft caresses. I closed my eyes and to my shock began to enjoy the sensation.

Syd stopped and I opened my eyes.

“What’s the matter?” I asked. “I’m not a good kisser, am I?”

“No, it’s just you’re a little stiff. Try to loosen up.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your neck seems to have a steel rod in it. Your shoulders are like a wound spring. Let it go, Chloe. This is going fine.”

I rolled my head, shrugged my shoulders and tried to relax.

Syd came to me and kissed me once more. Again, the sensation was sweet and enticing.

“Chloe, touch my cheek. Run your fingers through my hair. Do something besides stand there like a freaking statue.”

She kissed me and I slipped my hand onto her cheek. She put her hand behind my neck. All the while, she was placing soft kisses on my lips. I put my other hand behind her head and ran my fingers through her short-cropped hair.

I kissed her back and felt her take in breath. She slipped her hand around my waist and pulled me tight against her. I felt our breasts press into each other and our thighs touch. She kissed me and I kissed back more urgently. She next kissed my cheek and neck, pulling me tight to her. She returned to my mouth and I willingly, no eagerly, accepted her lips to mine. We kissed for several minutes.

Syd let go of me and we parted. I was breathing hard.

Syd smiled and took my hand.

“Chloe, that was much better. I almost felt for a second you were enjoying it. Remember the audience has to believe you are really, really enjoying it.”

“Thanks, Syd. I have to admit I did relax more. It’s just I am such a klutz at sex. Really, I know I suck at it. Figuratively speaking, that is.”

We both laughed and used the moment to get a couple beers. For a brief second, I forgot I was naked.

“Chloe, you are overplaying your lack of sexuality. You are extremely sexual, bordering on hot. You are beautiful, have a knock-out bod, and move like a dancer. Just let all of this natural allure carry you. They will love you.”

We finished our beers and practiced kissing some more. After that session, I was aggressively, well, mildly aggressively, kissing Syd. After our last embrace, she stood back.

“Whoa. Chloe that was hot. You could turn me on like that.”

“Right,” I laughed.

Just then we heard the lock turning. We both screamed and scrambled for our meager clothing. Syd shouted out to wait, “one freaking minute” and we dashed into Max’s bedroom.

We looked at each other and fell on his bed laughing our asses off. Syd dressed and got my clothes from the bathroom. When we both were decent, we headed to the living room.

“Well, I guess you two were, what’s the term, method acting.”

“Don’t be such a dweeb, big brother. We were making out like crazy,” said Syd.

The look on Max’s face was worth the embarrassment I felt.

He took us out for sushi and I left for my rat-hole after dinner.

The next day at the theater, Rice passed out new pages for the end of act one. We went through them, making notes and comments.

As we broke for lunch, Abbie pulled me aside.

“So, how’s it going, Chloe?” she asked.

“Fine for me. I should ask you, how am I doing?”

I knew that no one had actually confirmed that I had the role.

“You’re doing great, Chloe,” she said, flashing her million, or multi-million dollar smile. “Everyone loves your reading, your ideas, your enthusiasm. The part is yours if you want it.”

Instinctively I hugged her and shouted, “Yes. Thank you.”

Abbie laughed and said, “The only concern we have is how you will do with the nudity and our love scene.”

I nodded and told her I was confident I could do both. I confided that I was working on them.

“Really? How so.”

I explained about my friend Syd. She nodded and agreed it was one way to prepare.

She suggested we take a little walk outside. The afternoon was bright and we strolled down the street.

“Chloe, I remember the first time I had to do a nude scene. I was younger than you, eighteen actually. Since I had been a child actor and grew up on screen, I knew it would be a shock to many that I was now a woman and would be doing adult parts, including nudity. We rehearsed the scene clothed and then the day came to shoot it. Mind you it was, and I’ve clocked it over and over again, thirty-three seconds long, but it took over a day to shoot it.

“My co-star was older, you know Billy Gormley. He had really bad breath.” We both giggled at that admission.

The scene called for me to seduce him.

He is in bed and I come into his room, strip and climb in with him. We kiss, he plays with my boobs and the camera pans away to let imaginations take over.

So, Billy’s in bed. He is wearing shorts since he will be shot from the waist up. I am dressed in a blouse, short skirt and underwear.”

We stopped waiting for the cross light. Abbie asked me if I’d ever been on a movie set. I answered no.

“Well, there are like dozens of people around. The director cleared everyone not involved in the shot, like the craft people, caterers, hangers-on, personal assistants, and on and on. Nevertheless, there are the lighting people, sound people, assistant directors, the co-producer, wardrobe, make-up, hell, a lot of people.

“So, we’re ready for my big scene. As you can guess, we have to shoot multiple takes and multiple angles and then hope we have it right for the editor to make sense of it. I go in say my lines and start stripping. I do the whole thing, buck naked, with the camera shooting me from behind. I have to do the strip ten times from that angle. In between takes, make-up is dusting my ass to remove a glare, the focus-puller is putting a tape on my ass to measure the distance from the lens. And, I’m standing there nude. Then, we change angles and I strip facing the camera. I have to admit I thought I would throw up. But I did it. Again, multiple takes and multiple dusting my boobs with make-up, adjusting my hair, etc.

Abbie slipped her arm through mine and leaned in to talk softly.

“Here I was, the golden child of cinema. Winner of an Academy Award at fourteen, darling of the big screen, standing nude in front of a bunch of people I hardly knew. A little secret, I was still a virgin and had virtually no experience with men or sex. I think one person, outside my mother and doctor, had ever seen me without clothes. Yeah, I was weirded out.”

Abbie explained that they have something like a modesty shield that they can put over your most private parts.

“They tried one with me, but I had to make a move to get into bed and it kept showing. The director asked if I minded if they could get rid of it. So, I had to show my sweet, innocent pussy to the mob.

“Anyway, we do the strip scene from the front. Then we shoot the part of me getting in the bed a dozen times. It’s was like, ‘Abbie, don’t pull the covers down so far, we can see his underwear and he’s supposed to be naked.’ Or, ‘Abbie, turn your butt more toward the camera.’ ‘Abbie, don’t spread your legs, what we can see will get us an NC-17.’ God, Chloe, it was stressful and humiliating.

“By the end of the first day, I hadn’t even gotten into the damn bed. I was drained physically and emotionally. I had convinced myself that I was making the biggest mistake of my life.”

Abbie pulled me into a small Italian bakery and bought a couple pastries and two cappuccinos. We sat at a small round table in the window.

“So, the next day we pick up where I’m now in bed with Billy. I could wear panties, since just my top was going to show. The director had gone over the scene with us dozens of times, blocking every move. It was, “Abbie, kiss Billy like this.” “Billy, rub your hand up and down her back.” Abbie, roll over on your back and Billy you kiss her breast. Lick her nipple and then cover it with your hand.”

Abbie finished her pastry and wiped the crumbs from her lips. She smiled recollecting that scene.

“Chloe, that was the first guy who ever kissed my boob. Strange, no? Anyway, we run through the scene and the first thing I notice is how bad his breath is. I mean I wanted to pull away and retch. But, we are paid to act, so act I did. We shot that kissing part so many times from so many angles, that I thought I would never get the smell off me. We did the playing with the boob thing. And finally, I get on top of him, he kisses my boob once more and I start moving like we are having sex, after the director told me what to do. I had no clue how to make people believe we were having sex. The camera pans down our bodies and the scene is over.”

Abbie ran her fingers through her luxurious ginger hair and smiled at me.

“The really worst part, Chloe, was dear old Billy had a monster hard-on. I mean it was huge and I had to rub up against it. God, that was so difficult. He loved every goddamn minute of it. He even had the balls to ask for extra takes because he didn’t think he was looking in the right direction. A major fucking pig, excuse my French.”

She reached across the table and took my hand. Looking me directly in the eye, she said, “So, was it worth it?”

After a short pause, she continued, “Well, I did get a nomination for my role. Did manage to get a few more films, another Oscar, and now I produce and direct. So, yeah, I think it helped me prove I was more than that adorable child star. I was grown up and I was a force. I did a couple more nude roles. It never gets easy, but it does get easier.”

She squeezed my hand and I returned the gesture.

“Thanks, Abbie. I still have a bunch of butterflies every time I think of it, but you have helped me enormously.”

We stood and left the bakery. On the street, Abbie pulled me to her and kissed my cheek. “You will be great, Chloe. And, I will do everything I can to help you through this.”

Back at Max’s that afternoon, Syd had us undress in front of each other. Her reasoning was that I had to do it on stage, so get used to it. I relayed about what Abbie told me earlier. She said maybe we should take her up on her offer.

“What are you talking about?”

“Maybe you two should rehearse before you have to do it in front of the crew.”

“Right,” I laughed sarcastically, “why don’t I call her up and say, ‘Abbie, how about we get together, get naked and have sex. Sound like a good idea?’ I think not, Syd.”

“Just a suggestion,” Syd replied. “So, I guess you’ll have to do it with me. I think today we should work on tits.”

We did. She instructed me how to rub her boobs and not look like I was afraid my hand would fall off. She demonstrated by fondling mine. As with our kisses, I first was scared, but soon began to enjoy the sensations. I was shocking myself to find dampness seeping between my legs.

“Chloe, you really have fantastic tits,” said Syd. She was running her hands over my breasts and teasing my nipples, which were now rock hard. She leaned in and kissed me as she tantalizing pinched my nipples. I moaned and kissed back.

We broke looking at each other.

“Is this what you do with the women you’re with,” I asked?

“Usually,” Syd replied brushing the backs of her fingers over my super-sensitized nipples. “And, a lot more.”

She smiled and turned to go and get us beers.

“Like what,” I said to her naked back.

She came to me carrying the beers and guided me to the couch. She set the beers on the coffee table and shifted her body to face me.

“Like this,” she whispered.

Syd bent and took a nipple between her lips. Holding my breast with one hand, she licked it until it was stiff and dark. She then sucked it into her mouth, eliciting a guttural sound from me. She sucked and licked and squeezed. Finally, she had most of my breast in her mouth.

I was in a semi-daze, but found the strength to ease her off me.

“That, would be one thing I do with another woman,” she said.

“Holy cow,” was all I could say.

We sat on the couch, silently sipping beers.

“Syd, what’s it like to kiss a girl down there?”

Syd laughed and asked, “Are you asking out of curiosity or asking if I will do that to you?”

“Curiosity,” I murmured, but inwardly wondering if that were the truth.

“Well, has a guy ever kissed you there?” she asked.

“Once, but it didn’t feel that good.”

“Probably didn’t know jack shit about pussies,” she said.

“Well, it really is a powerful feeling,” Syd continued. “Done right, you can make a women beg for relief and have ultimate control over her. I love that part and I also love the sensation. A woman’s most intimate and secret part opening before you is intoxicating. Putting your second most intimate organ, your tongue, on her is mind-blowing. The scent, the taste, the moisture and the heat blend together to create the most erotic combination possible. I love it, Chloe. And, I love when a talented woman or man does it to me.”

“Do you think Abbie and I will have to do that?”

“Can’t say, Chloe, but I kinda’ doubt it. It’s one thing for you two to be naked, to kiss and even play with each other’s tits. But, I still think straight America gets freaked out if they think that the two women are eating each other. Kissing and tits are fine, but the other is crossing some unwritten line.”

I nodded and surprised myself by almost regretting that I wouldn’t be doing what Syd just described.

The next couple days of rehearsal went well. Rice kept doctoring the script and we all felt much more comfortable with it. We still did not resolve the ending.

I had a couple wardrobe fittings with Marge. She had me take my top off and inspect how the bras fit. I was a little shy, but tried not to show it. She cupped my boobs in the bra and felt all around.

“I think I’m going to try just a size bigger,” she announced. “These fit you, but they squish your boobs too much. And, you end up with really deep lines. You have very nice boobs and we want them looking as good as possible. Now, slip off your bottoms and try on these panties.”

I couldn’t believe she asked that, but again I complied. I pulled off my jeans and bikini briefs. She looked at me and shook her head.

“Chloe, seriously, you have to trim that mess. God, have you never done anything with it.”

I shook my head.

“I discussed it with our fearless director…”

“You talked about my pubic hair with him?”

“Not exactly, I asked him what he was looking for. You know, bald as an eagle or something else.”

My mouth hung open in wonder.

“He said bald would be too much. People might be too shocked by it and it would not show up under the lights. He suggested a nice landing strip. It will certainly affirm that you are a real blond. Believe me, honey, they all wonder about it. I can give you the name of a cosmetician who can help, or you can do it yourself or have a friend lend a hand.”

I said I thought I knew someone who could assist.

That afternoon I broke the news to Syd.

“Cool, I love grooming pussies,” she cooed with mock enthusiasm.

“Seriously, Syd, if it’s too gross, let me know.”

“Nah, nothing to it. My last girlfriend and I did it all the time.”

Sitting on a towel on the couch, I spread my legs, the first time I was ever so exposed before a woman. Syd snipped away at my tangle and then used a disposable razor to clean up and make nice straight lines on each side and the top.

Wiping the excess cream away with a towel she looked up and said, “Want to find out what it’s like to have it licked by a girl?”

I felt a rush of blood surge to the area in question, and experienced a blossoming dampness. I stroked Syd’s hair as her face hovered mere inches from my wide open sex.

Before I could say anything, Syd leaned in and kissed my pussy. She put her lips on my sex lips and gently ran her tongue up and down my slit, ending with a tongue lashing of my clit. I was shocked and turned on more than I ever had been in my life.

She next softly placed her fingers on my damp slit and held them there for a few seconds, before sliding one finger inside me. I jerked with surprise and took her wrist to guide her finger back out.

Sighing, pulled her hand away, cleaned me up and we practiced lines and the make-out session for a while. This time I took her breasts in my mouth for the first time. I marveled at the feel of her nipple between my lips and the texture of it against my tongue. I think I was doing something right because of the reactions from Syd.

“Shit, Chloe, you are turning me on. Anytime you want to stop play-acting let me know. Damn, I need a cold shower.”

She trotted off and I slipped my hand between my legs, sampling the wetness and rubbing my clit. “God, I am so turned on. What is going on?” I forced my hand away and went into Max’s room to dress.

The next week at the theater we spent on run throughs and blocking. We were still reading our lines and the director would position us here and there until he felt it worked.

He would call out directions like, “Chloe gets undressed now, facing down stage.”

Thankfully, I was able to do all this clothed.

We got to the part where Abbie and I have our big scene. The director called out and now Abbie and Chloe kiss, make-out, get naked and have sex, yada, yada, yada.

Again, thank God it was just yada, yada, yada.

At the end of the week, the director said that next week we will work on the love scene and block it out. He said Joe was going to be out on a location shoot for his TV show, anyway.

Rice said he had redone the ending. Instead of Joe’s character just watching me and Abbie lying on the couch together and then turning away to leave. Abbie and I get up, undress Joe and take him to the couch to be with both of us. The three of us start to make love. The stage goes black. The audience will think that we three will stay together, but still wonder if Abbie will eventually mess everything up.

As the rehearsal was breaking up, I asked if I could speak with Abbie.

“Abbie, I don’t know how to ask you something,” I stammered.

“Honey, just ask me,” she smiled and patted my arm.

“Well, how will we, you know, well, how far do we have to go in our scene? I guess we’ll be kissing or something, but like do we, uh, touch or what?”

Abbie smiled again. “I’m not sure. We’ve sort of talked about it, but I think we will work some of that out next week. I can say for sure that we will both be naked, will kiss and will probably touch each other. Will we kiss other parts than lips or where we will touch each other, let’s just say we’ll work it out together. Chloe, you will do fine. I am so impressed with your interpretation. Everyone is raving about you.”

I blushed and thanked her.

I filled in Syd that night.

“Well, that sounds cool, Chloe. She seems so supportive.”

“She is,” I replied.

Syd looked away and then back at me, “Chloe, I’ve been thinking about our rehearsals. There’s a problem.”

“What? I thought we were doing great.”

“That’s just it. You and I are doing great. You seem really relaxed being naked around me and you have totally loosened up with the sex part.”

I blushed remembering her mouth on my pussy. I pushed that thought away and said, “So, the problem is…”

“So, the problem is you and I are cool. Chloe, you will be naked in front of the whole crew whom you’ve come to know and then in front of thousands of other people. I think we need to prepare you for that.”

“How? What are you talking about?”

Syd put her arms around my neck and touched her forehead to mine. “I mean we need to have an audience for you to rehearse in front of.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“No. Think about it. How long did it take you to relax with just me? Do you really think you can go from here to doing it in front of all those others and not flip out? I say get it over with now.”

I hoped I was not hearing Syd correctly. But, in the back of my mind there was a growing thought that she was right. I had become almost comfortable walking around nude in Max’s apartment. But, would that comfort transfer to the stage? My insides were turning jell-o again.

“What do you suggest,” I asked?

“Simple, you have three roommates and I have Max. We invite them over for a run through. I’ll play Abbie’s part.”

“You want me to get naked in front of my roommates. Fuck that, you want me to get naked in front of Max. No way.”

“Hey, rockhead, do you think that your roommates or Max are not going to see the show? Duh, like they wouldn’t miss it for the world. Not because you’ll be nude, but because they love you and support you. And, okay, because you and Abbie will be nude. But, anyway, do it now, Chloe, believe me it’s the right thing.”

“But, Max. He’s like my, well, my brother. And, well, I just couldn’t.”

Syd laughed and pulled me tight for a hug. “Chloe, it’s ok. I know you’ve had a crush on Max. God, it’s so obvious. But, you gotta’ do this.”

“You know I had a crush?”

“You may be a fabulous actor, Chloe, but you suck at hiding your true emotions.”

I broke free from her and sank into the couch. What a jerk I am. I couldn’t believe I was that obvious.

“Does Max know that I…”

“I think he suspected you did a while ago. But, now I think you and he are just best buds. He loves you, Chloe, he really does. But, it’s sort of how he loves me.”

“Ah, fuck,” was all I could muster.

That night in my smelly mattress on the floor in my dark, shared room, I thought about what Syd suggested. Logically it made sense. Emotionally it made my insides turn to liquid.

In the morning, before I headed out to the theater, I asked my roomies if they were willing to be my mock audience. I think they all reacted the same way—wanting to help, but not wanting to be appear to be too anxious to see me nude.

I have two guys and one girl as roomies. I know Annie was gay or at least bi-. She made some casual passes at me when we first started sharing the room, but I politely let her know I was not interested. She usually never wore clothes in our room and even sometimes where the guys could see her. I wasn’t sure if she were trying to entice me. As for the guys, they were normal horny young men and I’m sure had mentally undressed me more than once.

They agreed to come over to Max’s that evening. I then called Syd and broke the news. She squealed with delight and said she’d break the news to Max.

“Shit,” I thought, “What have I got myself into now?”

That day I was distracted with the anticipation of the evening. I missed a couple cues and the director chewed my ass off. At the end of our run-through, Abbie pulled me aside and asked what was up.

I tried to brush her off, but she was too perceptive. I told her about performing in front of people, including my best friend, Max.

“Chloe, I think you’re being both brave and smart. I was a little worried how it might be when we get to, shall I say, “dress” rehearsals. This way you might work out some of the butterflies. Good idea.”

Her little pep talk helped take some of the edge off and I impulsively hugged her

She responded and hugged back, patting my back reassuringly.

She then whispered in my ear, “Let me know how it goes and maybe you and I should do our own run through before next week. As a matter of fact, I think there is no way around it.”

I was not sure I just heard one of the biggest stars in Hollywood offer to do a practice nude scene with me. God, this thing is getting way too weird.

I made my way to Max’s in a fog. I could not even remember getting on or off the subway. Syd greeted me with a hug. She said my roomies called and said they would be there around 6 and would bring pizza. Max would pick up the beer and be here around the same time.

“Pizza and beer?” I said. “This is not a freaking football game.”

Syd smiled and said, “No, it’s going to be more like nude wrestling.”

“Shit,” was all I could respond.

Syd suggested I dress in a robe similar to what I would wear on stage and she would wear a skirt and blouse. We had done the scene so many times, that we both knew our lines.

Max and my roomies arrived and started in on the beer and pizza. Syd and I had pushed the furniture back in the living room to give us some space. We set up a chair for a prop.

Syd and I got ready in Max’s bedroom and with a high five entered the living room.

The mini-audience broke into applause. I was grateful for the noise because it probably masked the sound of my knees knocking together. I was overcome with stage fright at the thought of stripping before these people I knew so well.

Syd saved the day by plunging right into the dialogue. The verbal cues brought me around and I began playing my role. It was soon the moment that Abbie attacks me and rips off my robe.

Syd moved so quickly I was knocked off balance. She grabbed the belt of my robe and pulled it. The robe opened and I was exposed to Max and my roomies. They were totally silent.

Syd slid the robe off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. For the first time in my life I was standing naked in front of more than one person. My biggest surprise was that I was not throwing up. My second biggest surprise was how hard my nipples were. I wondered if my audience noticed.

Syd crossed and pulled me to her arms. She kissed me and ran her hand down my back, cupping my ass. I kissed back and wound my arms around her.

Breaking our embrace, Syd quickly stripped. We then held each other and kissed passionately. Our hands found each other’s breasts and Syd pushed me back onto the chair, knelt in front of me, and kissed my breasts. I moaned, not really acting, and finally pulled her face to mine for a long kiss. This was the end of act one and we broke apart, with Syd sitting back on her heels.

The silence surrounded us. Syd and I looked at each other and smiled. The four people watching us started clapping and then shouted their approval. Syd and I stood, clasped hands and took a deep bow. I did not even have the faintest urge to cover my naked parts. We kissed and still holding hands sauntered back to Max’s room. Inside, we squealed and hugged.

Syd told me to stay and still naked ran back into the living room to retrieve our clothes. I pulled on the robe and Syd put on her panties and bra and we joined the adoring crowd in the living room.

All four said it was a great performance. Annie said she totally believed we were getting it on. “Too fuckin’ hot,” was how she put it.

The guys were a little more reserved by agreed it was sexy. They both admitted to getting excited.

Syd asked if that meant boners?

I turned crimson at her bluntness. Dave laughed and said “Oh yeah!”

Zack shyly nodded in agreement.

We broke into laughter and then finished the pizza and beer. My roomies left to go to a party down in the village and Syd and I got dressed.

Syd, Max and I sat together on the couch. The silence got a little heavy. Syd broke it by asking, “Max, did you get excited?”

I was so taken aback I could hardly breath.

Was Max going to be completely offended? Would he think Syd and I are tramps? Would he never want to speak to me again?

“Ladies, I was hard as a rock. There will not be a straight guy in the audience who is not turned on.”

“Or, a gay gal,” added Syd. “And those two categories cover most of Manhattan.”

We laughed, breaking the ice.

We chatted for a bit longer and I then headed home.

The next day Abbie asked how it went and I gave her a big thumbs up.

The director had to cut rehearsal short due to some problems with the theater that needed to be addressed.

Abbie asked if I had plans for the afternoon. I was free and she invited me to join her at her spa.

“Chloe, let me treat you to a first class session. It will make you feel great and give us some time to talk.”

We took her car and the driver expertly wove in and out of traffic until he pulled up in front of a brownstone. Abbie led us into the lobby which was subtly decorated. The receptionist warmly greeted Abbie and welcomed me.

She used the phone and in a minute a tall black woman emerged from a door. She was dressed in a light blue outfit in a soft material that accented her striking figure.

She led us back into a changing area with individual cubicles. Abbie said we should get undressed and wrap a towel around and put the robe the spa provided on top of the towel.

I followed her instructions trying to imagine what lie ahead.

Abbie knocked and asked if I was ready. I joined her in the common space. The black woman, whose name I learned is Jamie, lead us to a room that contained two comfortable chairs. After we were seated, two women came in and began to do a facial, while another started on a mani-pedi. An hour later, Jamie returned and brought us to a massage room with two tables. She was joined by another woman, a blond with a Swedish accent. Jamie asked us to remove our robes and lie facedown on a table. The blond moved to Abbie and Jamie stood next to me.

“Can you loosen your towel, Chloe?”

I reached underneath and undid the soft terry and Jamie adjusted it so it draped over my body.

With warm oil and strong fingers she began to work my legs. She folded the towel up so my legs were exposed. She kneaded and rubbed away some aches and a lot of tension. I turned my head and looked over to Abbie’s table. The blond was on the far side also working on her legs. The difference was Abbie’s towel was gone. I gasped looking at her small, taut butt and her naked back.

She opened her eyes and just smiled at me. The blond moved her hands to Abbie’s butt and began massaging it deeply.

Jamie finished my legs and softly asked if she could work on my derriere. I nodded and Jamie slid the towel off me. Abbie let her eyes move over my naked back and smiled encouragingly.

Jamie moved between the tables and obscured my view of Abbie. She had me turn on my back. Abbie’s masseuse told her to do the same. I imagined how it must look having the both of us totally exposed to these women working on our bodies.

Soon, Jamie erased all thought from my mind save the pleasure of tension melting away. When she had finished working every square inch of my body, she covered me with the towel. The two masseuses left the room.

“So, good?” asked Abbie.

“Fab,” I replied.

“Let’s go for the final step,” said Abbie as she sat up and fixed her towel around her.

I did the same and followed her out and down a corridor to a wooden door. She opened it and we stepped into a sauna. The dry heat immediately opened my pores and the sweat started rolling.

Abbie faced me and said, “Chloe, we have to get naked with each other at some point. I figured this would seem more natural than doing it on stage.”

Smiling broadly, she undid her towel and dropped it to the floor.

I did the same and we regarded each other. Abbie was glistening with perspiration and her body shone. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but were firm and tight. She had a narrow waist, wide hips and a closely trimmed auburn patch between her legs. She grinned and spun around so I could see her dimpled cheeks, almost boy-like in appearance.

She looked me over and I provided a view of my backside.

“You are quite beautiful, Chloe,” she said and held her hand out for mine. I took it and felt her reassurance flowing from her firm grip.

“Give me a hug,” she said softly.

I stepped forward and for the second time in my life embraced a naked woman. Our breast mashed together, our thighs touched and we lay our heads together, feeling the moisture on our cheeks and temples.

Abbie ran her hands up and down my back, brushing my butt and finally encircling my waist, pulling me tight.

I wondered if this were a rehearsal or if she were putting a move on me. I had heard all the rumors about Abbie being in the closet.

She loosened her grip, kissed my cheek and stood back.

“Let’s sit here a while and enjoy the heat,” she said as she stooped to retrieve both of our towels.

We each took a bench facing each other with our towels under our butts and our backs resting against a wall.

“Chloe, do you think I’m hitting on you?”

I panicked thinking that my expression must have betrayed my thoughts.

I stumbled for an answer.

“It’s Ok. Let me give you the quick back story of Abbie Evans and then you can decide.”

I began to protest, but she cut me off.

“Chloe, I know all about the rumors, the gossip the celebrity websites. I know people think I am a raging lesbo trying desperately to remain in the closet. Just let the heat relax you and listen for a bit.”

I nodded.

“You know my story, at least the part the publicists push. Child star at eleven, workaholic, producer, Hollywood legend, blah, blah, blah. Yeah, a lot of it is true, but it’s far from the complete picture.

“After my big hit when I was just a kid, my parents tried their best to protect me. They had taken control of my earnings, hired a business manager, gotten a respectable agent and worked hard to let me be a kid. And, for the most part it worked out. I got other great roles. My business manager was a wiz who invested my money well. My parents were supportive but not pushy stage parents. They let my agent do all the negotiating. My mom would come on set with me to be sure I was not overworked and got my school assignments done.

“I made three major pictures before I was eighteen. I wanted to go to college and was accepted at Stanford. I only acted during the summer and made it through college mostly unscarred. Did the usual stupid college kids stuff, but managed not to get arrested or to land on the front pages.

“And, yes, I experimented a bit with drugs and drinking. Being an Academy Award winner, I figured the rules did not apply to me. I got wasted a few too many times, but, again, never ended up in a scandal.

“In senior year, I got an apartment off campus with a couple other kids. The movie where I did my first nude role had been out for over a year and now I was feeling quite grown up. I told you I was a virgin for that movie, but now I had my aim on fixing that.

“My first lover was a guy I met in Creative Writing class. He was totally fucked up, but I saw him as romantic. We did it in my apartment on a Wednesday afternoon. He was not particularly good, as I later realized. We did it a couple more times until I found out he was writing about it and intending to try to sell a screen play about our little affair. So, lesson learned about people wanting to fuck stars.

“I was totally bummed on guys and next hooked up with my roommate. She was already out and when I opened the door a crack, she rushed in. Sex was good, better than my writer pal. I enjoyed being on the wild side of things. She also loved drugs and drinking hard. Many a night we ended up wasted and having sex in all kinds of weird and public places. I knew I was tempting fate, but I was telling myself I needed to be my own person. Whatever the hell that meant.

“Her brother came for a visit and the next thing I know he and I are screwing our brains out. Katie, my roomie, didn’t mind since she was fuckin’ our other roomie. She thought it was cool that I was doing both her and her brother. When her brother went home, Katie sort of maneuvered me into a three way with our other roomie, Allie. So, sex and drugs were taking over a good part of my life.

“All that changed when Katie got busted for trying to sell coke to an undercover narc. She dropped out and skipped bail. I got scared and dumped the apartment and moved into a hotel for the last couple months of college. After graduation, I came to New York to start acting full time. I wanted to get out of Hollywood.

“I had a great loft in SoHo. Soon, I was making new friends and slipping back into old habits. Coke was flowing like snow flakes and I had lots of people eager to hang out with me. I had a bunch of flings with both guys and girls. I was quite the metro-sexual living the good life in NYC.

“Then, one morning I woke up in my loft. I was naked and in bed with a guy I did not know and a girl who was a barista down the block. My mouth tasted like sex and my lips were cracked at the corners. Both my pussy and ass felt like the Russian army had been there. I stumbled out of bed to find two other guys on the floor in my bedroom. One guy had the biggest prick I had ever seen and I wondered if that was the cause of my sore mouth, pussy or ass. There was also another girl, someone I had never seen before, and she was passed out, but still wearing a huge strap on. I could not see one condom around any of the guys.

“I freaked. I didn’t know how many of those people I fucked and if they had any diseases. I called my agent to come get me. He arrived to find all the others still passed out and me, naked, curled into a ball in the living room. He stuffed a bag with a few clothes, made me pull on something to wear and took me to his co-op.

“I stayed in his guest room for days. He had a doctor come to check me out. I obviously had a lot of regular and anal sex. I could not say if I was raped or did it willingly. I couldn’t remember a thing. I was detoxing and the doctor strongly suggested I check into a facility. My agent found one in Vermont that was ultra-private. I stayed there for two months and got myself straight. I also was tested for all the scary diseases and thank God came up clean.

“Chloe, I was scared shitless and vowed never to be out of control again. I had my agent dump the loft, get rid of all the furniture, clothing, everything. I wanted no part of that life to touch me again.

“I moved to Connecticut and got serious about my career. I don’t do any drugs and am only a social drinker. I am driven to excel and think I have done well with my movies and other projects. I am excited about this play.

“Chloe, my sex life is still very private. I know you aren’t asking, but I want you to know. I did have a long term relationship with another woman. She was soft, introspective, kind and thoughtful. She offset my worst qualities and brought out my best. We parted ways two years ago for lots of reasons. Who can say why couples break up? Part of it was her, part was me. Anyway, I miss her, but have moved on. Today, I would say I am not interested in another relationship with a woman. I’ve had two men lovers since then. I enjoy being with a man and think that if I found the right one, I could settle down, marry and have a family.

“So, Chloe, when you and I are having our love scene, it will be acting. I just wanted you to know.”

I felt the tears welling in my eyes. Abbie had just ripped open her heart and soul to me. She did not need to do this and I was overwhelmed with her honesty. I crawled off my bench and climbed next to her. She opened her arms and I let her embrace me.

“Thank you, Abbie. I will never tell anyone about this.”

“I know you won’t, Chloe. I could tell you are a decent person and someone with a grasp on life. I hope we can become friends.”

“Me, too,” I breathed as she held me.

As Abbie and I were showering, she said we should have dinner and talk about an idea of hers.

She had her driver take us to an address in the 80s. The doorman welcomed Abbie and she asked him to order us some dinner from Alfredo’s. He smiled and assured her it would be here in an hour.

We took the elevator to the seventh floor and exited into a lobby with just one door.

“Where are we,” I asked?

“My little hide-a-way,” she said.

She opened the door into a comfortably furnished apartment. Although it must fill the entire floor, it had a cozy feeling. She opened the curtains and put on a couple lights.

I followed her to the kitchen where she fixed us each a glass of Chardonnay and assembled a plate of cheese, fruit and crackers. We sat in front of the gas fireplace and enjoyed the snack.

“I thought you live in Connecticut,” I said.

“I do, but I keep this place in the city. It’s great when I am working late, or want to spend a weekend here. Let me give you the tour.”

The apartment had two master suites and one guest bedroom. There was a small dining area, the large living room and compact kitchen.

We returned to the living room just as the doorman knocked and announced the food was here. Abbie set up small tables and we ate in the living room.

“So,” she said between bites of veal marsala, “want to hear my crazy idea?”


“Well, I do think that you and I need to work out our love scene. We want it to look good but also not be pornographic. I suggest we can rehearse here.”

I almost choked on the succulent morsel of sautéed veal.

Abbie laughed at my reaction. “And, to maybe make it less threatening, I suggest your friend Syd be here, too. She sounds like she could give us good advice and make it a bit easier on you.”

“Ok,” I managed to say.

“Good, now here’s the other part.”

“Other part?”

“Yeah. With the new ending, you and I end up with Joe in bed. We have to undress him, take him between us and pretend we’re doing the ol’ ménage.”

I nodded and drained my wine glass.

“Well, Joe is out for another week. I think we need to block out that whole scene. The secret is to make it look good, but not show too much to the audience.”

I snorted and said, “Easy for you, Abbie. All you show is your ass. The rest of the time you have a blanket in front of you. Me, I am pussy and tits forward.”

“Wow, I never really thought about it. Ok, I’ll drop the blanket and give them all a first class beaver shot.”

“Abbie, no way. I didn’t mean…”

“You are right, Chloe. Now, I see this will work much better. But, we still have to choreograph the love scene with Joe. So, I suggest we have your friend, Max, stand in for Joe so we can work it out. Then, when Joe returns, we will show him how we figured it out.”

“You mean, like Max will be naked, too?”

“Yes. Is that a problem? I thought you said he already saw you and Syd rehearsing.”

“He did, but he was dressed. I’m not sure he’ll go for this.”

“Let me worry about that, Chloe. I can be very convincing. And, Syd can be our audience. She can let us know if anything is showing that shouldn’t be.”


“Chloe, it’s the double standard. Women can get naked and show everything. We even applaud the courage of stars like Cate Winslet who appear in full frontal nudity. But, let just a peak of a guy’s business show up and people start freaking. Plus, there never, ever, ever can be a shot of an erection. Now, we are supposed to be three people passionately making love. The man desires both of us. So, will he have a limp weenie or be hard as a rock. If we want the audience to believe us, he should be erect. If we show an erection, we will be trashed. Plus, if we were commit to full male frontal, then dear Joe would have to get it up every night.

“Now, you and I are obviously beautiful specimens, but after twenty, thirty or a hundred shows do you think Joe will be just as excited? So, we will have to block it so maybe there is a peek in the beginning, but after that it’s just ass to the audience.”

My head was swimming. I never thought through the love scenes as Abbie had. Added to that was the concept that Max would ever agree to do a nude love scene with me.

Did I even want him to? God, for years I fantasized what it would be like to make love to him, to see him naked. Now, it was a possibility and I was flipping out.

Abbie said she would drive me home. I tried to dissuade her because I did not want her to see where I lived. She insisted and called for her car. Of course, when she said she’d drive me, she meant her driver would be behind the wheel.

I gave him the address. He looked at Abbie in the rear view, probably doubting the wisdom of taking a $100,000+ Mercedes into that neighborhood.

We arrived about twenty minutes later. The usual dope dealers, hookers and really scary-looking people were making my block look like a set for a Sorcese film.

Abbie insisted on walking me to my apartment. I assured her I did it every night and would be fine. She opened the door and pushed me out and followed me. Her driver slid down the window and said maybe he should go too.

“Hank, you stay here and make sure we still have a car.”

I waved to the regulars and climbed the stone steps of my stoop.

“I can get it from here, Abbie. You go on home.”

“I am seeing you to your room, Chloe. So, lead on.”

We climbed the four flights, past pails of trash, piles of newspapers, smells of stale cooking and recent urine, until we arrived at my door. I couldn’t help but compare this image with that of the pristine hallway outside of Abbie’s apartment.

I desperately wanted her to leave, but she was determined to see me in. I fumbled with the keys and undid the five locks.

I pushed open the door, cringing at the dingy mess waiting within.

My male roomies were watching TV and doing a j. They were dressed in their usual t-shirt and boxers.

Annie was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and dressed solely in a pair of black panties. Actually, for Annie this might even be over-dressed. She was, to put it delicately, rather casual about clothing. Usually she was totally nude and oblivious to that fact. The guys quickly accommodated her habits, after realizing that she was not the least bit interested in what they wore under their boxers.

“Hi, guys, I think you know Abbie Evans. She’s dropping me off.”

The silence was broken by Annie as she crossed the room, her tiny boobs bouncing in rhythm with her steps. She extended her hand and mumbled, “Nice to meet you” as a dribble of white toothpaste escaped her lips, with one drop landing on her rock hard nipple. She made no attempt to wipe away the white gob on her dark protuberance.

Abbie, ever gracious, shook her hand and said it was nice meeting her and the guys.

I turned to Abbie and thanked her again. She looked once more around the shit-hole I called home, pecked my cheek and said good-night.

My roomies fell all over me with a hundred questions. Zack said she looked hotter in person than on the screen. Annie said she was probably overcome with lust seeing him in his pitted-out t-shirt and Elmo boxers.

“Yeah, well I’m sure she loved the glob of paste on what passes for your tit,” he rejoined.

Annie looked down and laughed at the sight. She rubbed her nipple clean and then vamped for the rest of us, “Ooh, that feels so good. I should have let Abbie do that for me.”

“In your dreams,” snorted Dave.

I excused myself and went into my depressing bedroom to get ready for bed.

“God,” I thought, “can I even be on the same planet? Abbie lives in such a different world. She must think I am a pathetic loser.”

I drifted off to sleep with memories of Abbie’s classy apartment and the sounds of Annie’s nightly masturbation marathon.

On Saturday, I took the train up to Abbie’s apartment. We had decided to do our first rehearsal of our love scene.

Abbie suggested I go to the spare bedroom and get undressed. She left a robe for me.

I came back to the living room as she was slipping on a skirt.

She smiled at me and asked, “Ready?”

I nodded and we began the scene. We both knew our lines and quickly got to the part where Abbie rips my robe off. I am standing naked in front of her and she strips.

Keeping in character, she approaches me, and forces my head to her and kisses me. I struggle for a moment and then relent. Soon, her hands are all over my body and I am reacting. To tell the truth, I am not sure if it was acting or I was really being turned on by her touches and kisses.

I touch her and we fall on the couch, her leg pressed between my thighs. As her lips encircled my aroused nipple, I moan out loud. She then breaks and calls, “Curtain”. We both sit back, surprised at how much we are perspiring and how out of breath we are.

“Wow,” she says.

“Oh, yeah, wow indeed,” I offer.

We look at each other and then simultaneously burst out laughing.

We ran that scene a dozen more times accompanied by phrases like,

“Grab my boob, now. “

“Yeah, that’s good put both hands on my ass.”

“Ok, open your legs wider so I can get my leg in there. No, that’s too wide. You’re shooting a great open beaver to stage right.”

After a couple hours we were satisfied with the blocking.

“God, I feel like we just had a fuck-a-thon,” said Abbie.

“Not sure what one of those feels like, but that was more sex than I’ve had in years.”

We laughed at the sight of us sitting naked on her couch. She held my hand and told me that this was going to work. I began to believe her.

Around three on Sunday, Max called me.

“Well, I must say that your friend, Abbie, is quite a person.”

“She called you?”

“Oh, even better. We had lunch together.”

“No shit!”

“Ah, shit, indeed. And, what an interesting proposition she had. Can I suppose that you were behind it?”

My cheeks burned. Remembering that Syd said that she was sure that Max knew I used to have a crush on him, I figured he must think that this was some bizarre way of putting a move on him.

“No, honest. I had nothing to do with it.”

“Really, I figured it was your way of getting even for doing the nude scene in front of me.”

I felt a weight lifted off me. He didn’t think I was chasing him, he thought I was getting back.

“No, the whole idea was Abbie’s. I told her you’d never go for it, though.”

“Why’d you say that?”

“Huh, well, like I didn’t think that there’d be any way that you would, you know, be like… Well, I figured you would not want to show your…I mean, do like a nude scene.”

“Don’t you think I have a good enough body?” he asked.

“Hell, yes,” I blurted and immediately wished I could retract my words.

Max laughed and I knew he was teasing me.

“So…” I asked?

“Chloe, I don’t know. I’m not sure I’d be comfortable.”

“Max, it’s just going to be me and Abbie…”

“And, my sister,” he added.

“Oh yeah, well, it’ll just be us, no audience.”

“I don’t know,” he said again.

“Max, what is it. You’ve already seen me nude. And if, God I don’t know how to put this, well, if you like get aroused, we’ll understand. Honest, it will be Ok.”

“It’s not that, Chloe.”

“What is it then?”

“It’s kinda’ embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than having to make out with your sister in front of you?”

“It’s sorta’ personal.”

“Max, what are you talking about?”

There was a long pause before Max said quietly, “I’ve always been a little embarrassed about my size.”

I didn’t understand at first what he meant. “Jeez, Max, you aren’t fat. You’re in great shape and, yeah, you’re tall, but not like a freak. So…”

“Not that size, dummy. My other size.”

“Other?” I repeated. Then it hit me.

“Shit, you mean your, ah, your…”

“Yes, Chloe, I mean my dick. And, my balls, too.”

I turned scarlet. Thank God we were on the phone.

I tried to cover by talking rapidly. “Hey, no problem. None of us are perfect. Hell, I think my tits are too small. Abbie’s tits aren’t that big, and Syd’s, well, like there just not huge. So, don’t give it a thought. We are not going to be judging you. Really, we just want to work out how we will do it on stage. So, it’s no big thing. Oh, I didn’t mean to say that. So what if it’s not big. Hey, I hear that whole bigger is better is just a myth. I could care less and I’m sure Abbie won’t either.”

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