2 comments/ 77963 views/ 11 favorites Stripping the Tease Pt. 01 By: cristena Part 1 The blonde in the corner is watching us. I know the look. The hidden smile. The lowered eyes. The occasional hair toss. It's so obvious, she's been trying to make eye contact with Michael all evening. Some people have no subtlety. I think about the ridiculousness of the whole situation. I am here at a very boring cocktail party full of people I don't know and probably will never see again, watching a woman I've never seen before making eyes at my date. Granted, he's a dish – tall, dark, and unexpectedly bashful about it, as if he'd simply woken up with a new face one morning and still can't believe it belongs to him. Very well. If it's attention she wants, then that's what she'll get. We make our way gradually over to the corner, on the pretext of getting another drink. I sidle up next to her, look her right in the eye. "I'm Cris," I say by way of introduction, "and this is Michael." Nobody breathes. "You were looking at my date, weren't you?" She doesn't say anything but drops her gaze, guilty as charged. "He's nice, isn't he?" She nods hesitantly. Michael blushes. "Go on, I think he's rather nice myself. What's your name, then?" "K-Kelly," she stammers. "Well, K-Kelly, you've certainly got Michael's attention now. Was there something in particular you wanted to show him?" I trail my fingertips lightly down the skirt covering back of her thigh. The hem of the skirt comes just down past her knee, with a small slit in the back to allow greater movement. I keep my hand there a while, flicking one of the open flaps back and forth between my thumb and forefinger. "What do you think, Michael? Would you like to make a guess as to what she's got on underneath?" Michael doesn't answer. His face is red and he swallows hard. I take that as an invitation to go on. "What about you, Kelly, anything to offer?" I slip my hand inside the open slit of her skirt, brush my finger lightly against the back of her bare thigh. I can feel the muscle quiver. I pull in closer to her. Her whole body's trembling. "I bet you're just dying to show us what you've got on under your dress, aren't you?" My voice caresses her ear. She whimpers. My hand continues stroking the back of her thigh, moving upwards ever so slowly, lifting her skirt up slightly in the process. She makes a weak effort to pull it back down, but then just keeps her hands in front of her, trying to keep the front of the skirt from rising much higher. Michael is watching in fascination, shifting his weight from one foot to another. My fingers encounter lace, then nylon. I can feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her panties. She's bent over slightly now, still trying to hold down the front of her skirt, which gives her ass a wonderful rounded contour. Her buttocks are firm and smooth. No reason to hurry, my fingers continue exploring, softly stroking Kelly's ass, tracing the fine nylon where it stretches tightly across the cleft between her buttocks, following it all the way down between her thighs. My fingertip rests there between her legs for a moment, pressing into her heat. "Oh yes, you're hot now, aren't you?" My lips graze her ear, close enough to feel the fine hairs move with my breath. Her face is flushed, ragged breathing her only reply. The heat coming off her body is incredible. "I'll give you a choice: would you like to tell Michael here what you've got on under your skirt – or shall we just let him see for himself?" --- Kelly doesn't answer. Her eyes are wide with uncertainty and something a little like fear. "What – what are you doing?" she whispers. "Not in front of – all these people." I press my finger a little harder between her legs, tracing little circles against her panty-covered crotch. Her body quivers in response. Her hands are clenched tight, holding the front of her skirt to her thighs, her knuckles white with tension. "I could grab these panties right now," I continue, "right here between your legs, and pull them down to your knees. Would you like that?" "No," she whispers. "Well, it looks as if we've got a bit of a problem then. Because one way or another you're going to show me." The floodgates open and the tears start falling. "Please," she says, "at least let's go to the ladies' room. Not – out here." "All right. We'll go to the ladies' room" With a final twist of my fingers I remove my hand from under her skirt. I let her watch Michael sniff my fingertips for a second while I whisper in his ear. Then I take Kelly by the arm, and we head for the bathrooms, just two regular girls off to powder our noses. A couple other women are in the bathroom when we get there. I pretend to fix my lipstick until they leave, then turn on Kelly with a smile. "Well now, looks like we're alone." I press in close to her. I can smell her scent, perfume laced with the sweaty undertone of fear. I slide my hand down her lower belly to cup her groin through her skirt. She whimpers. I curl my fingers. With a sob she takes a step back and reaches down to her skirt. Slowly, without meeting my eyes, she starts to raise it. A knock on the door interrupts us. Michael walks in, looking like a five-year-old on Christmas morning. "Am I too late?" Kelly looks at me in a panic. "I thought this was private!" "Wrong," I counter. "I never said Michael wasn't invited." Kelly moans and slumps against the wall. Part 2 Michael saunters into the bathroom, grinning. "You're just in time," I tell him. "Kelly was just about to give us a show." Kelly cringes against the toilet stall. "I can't do that," she whimpers. Michael goes into the double-wide handicapped stall at the far end of the room and sits down on the edge of the toilet. I put my arm around Kelly's shoulders and guide her in after him, latching the stall door behind us. It's a close fit, and gives me another chance to press her body against me again, to inhale her scent. She's mine and she knows it. I turn her so she's facing Michael, me standing behind her. I slip my leg between hers, easing her knees apart slightly. My pelvis rubs against the curve of her rump. I reach around to the front of her skirt and slowly start bunching the material up in my fingers. "The only problem," I whisper, gathering more of her skirt in my hand, "is that from where I'm standing, I won't be able to tell when I've got your dress up high enough. And I won't be able to see what you're wearing underneath." I pull more material up in my hand. I figure the skirt is all the way up to the top of her thighs about now. I can feel heat radiating off her body. "I know," I go on, "say we let Michael tell me when I've gone high enough. And he can tell me what they look like, too." I pull the skirt up higher to where it's stretched across the widest part of her hips. Michael's smile widens as the bottom half of her panties comes into view. "Mmmm, very nice," he comments. "Light beige, I believe. Or peach. With just a suggestion of lace at the edges." I keep one hand holding her skirt up while my other hand slips down to feel the soft nylon stretched tightly over her crotch. Her heat is even more intense there. I flick my tongue lightly against her earlobe and curl my fingers into the smooth nylon panel. I let the moment hang there, savoring the anticipation. Then, with a precise, even slowness, I begin to rub. Sudden voices interrupt us as a couple of women come into the bathroom, talking animatedly. Michael hastily scrambles on top of the toilet, balancing his feet on the edge of the seat. We freeze for a moment, and then I resume rubbing, delivering insistent caresses to her crotch. She squirms in my grasp, breath heaving, struggling not to make a sound. Splashing noises are followed by flushing, and then water running in the sink as the chattering ladies finish their business. Finally they are gone, and Michael goes out of the stall to lock the bathroom door. "Can't risk that again," he says. Still holding her skirt up, I take my hand away from stroking her crotch and turn my attention to the zipper in back of her dress. "I don't think we've seen enough," I go on. "That was just a tease." I ease the zipper down slowly to the middle of her back. The top of the dress opens up at her shoulders, baring the tops of her bra straps. As if waking from a spell, she suddenly clasps her arms around her chest, trying to keep her dress from falling from her shoulders. "I'll give you a choice," I whisper in her ear, licking the lobe one more time. "Either you let me pull your skirt all the way up so we can see all your panties, or you let me take your top down and show us your bra. It's entirely up to you." Part 3 Kelly says nothing, only clutches the top of the dress tighter against her chest. "I suppose I'll have to take that as an answer." "Of course, you know everything's going to have to come off eventually," Michael volunteers. I shoot him a look. "You men have no patience. These things have to be done slowly, to enhance the effect." I gather the skirt up further in my hand, raising it up further. The fabric stretches tightly across her rump as I pull. I wonder if I'll rip the slit in the back. The helm of the skirt clears the top of her pelvis, and I know Michael can get a full look at the front of her panties. My knuckles graze the fine lace bordering the top band. I can tell from the location that her panties are bikini cut. "Not bad," Michael comments. "Care to have a feel?" Kelly whimpers as Michael slides his hand between her thighs. Even from behind, I can feel how hard she is breathing. He keeps his hand there for a second, feeling around with his fingers. "Hm," he says. "They feel a bit damp." "Mmmmmm, not as damp as mine are getting, I'll bet." My words are addressed to Michael but they're murmured right into Kelly's ear. I rub my pelvis against her buttocks to drive my point home and press my leg harder in between hers. Blood is rushing to my head. I wonder if he can smell my scent. "I wonder if I'm turning her on?" With a desperate moan, Kelly suddenly breaks loose from my grip and makes a staggering run for the door. Unfortunately, she's forgotten that I still have the back of her dress in my hand. The sudden lunge causes the zipper to open up all the way, and before I lose my grip I can see the back of her bra and panties through the open back of the dress. They are indeed a sort of peach-beige color in a shade normally call nude. The irony is not lost on me. I catch her just before she reaches the door and grab her waist in a tackle. She trips on her heels and we go down struggling. I manage to get her on her back and straddle her waist, hiking my own skirt up past my hips. Her legs flail out behind me as I grab the front of her dress and pull it down off her shoulders, pinning her arms at her sides. Her bra is the same color as her panties, and lacy at the cups. One of the straps has come down off her shoulder, revealing the top of one breast. "Nice try," I tell her, "but now you're going to pay for that." Part 4 Helplessly pinned, Kelly struggles in a futile gesture. "Pretty bra," I comment. "Did you buy your underwear as a matched set?" She glares at me. "Let me go!" "I don't think I can do that," I tell her. "First of all, you flirt with my date. Then you act shy. I think you're basically just a tease who won't deliver." Just to prove my point, I run my thumb over the loose strap of her bra, pulling it down further to expose more of her creamy white breast. Her defiance cools as she realizes how helpless her situation is. What I could do to her. She freezes, the only motion being the labored rising and falling of her chest. Fresh tears collect in her eyes. "Mmmm, maybe you're getting just a little bit turned on by this?" I go on, flicking the delicate bra strap back and forth. "I wonder how far I can stretch this before it breaks?" As if to make good on my threat, I stretch the thin strap about as far as it can go, then let go, letting it snap back against her arm. Kelly squirms between my hips in a futile struggle. Her wriggling body rubs against the crotch of my panties, causing a ripple of warmth in my groin. "Does it feel good to squirm like that?" I ask her. "I'll bet all that rubbing is turning you on, isn't it?" I grasp her bra cup by the lace border and rub it back and forth lightly across her nipple, teasing it, brushing so lightly I can even see the tip stiffen beneath the fabric. I pass my hand over the hardened nub, caressing it softly with my thumb and forefinger through the lacy bra. "You definitely like that, don't you?" "No," she whimpers, but already her body is betraying her, breaths coming harder and deeper. I continue to gently torture her nipple, stroking it softly through its loose covering. With my other hand I cover her other breast, the one that's still completely clothed. Her other nipple's equally rigid, and presses firmly into my palm. Her back arches reflexively as I manipulate her breasts, and a mottled flush is starting to creep over her face and upper chest. I'm dying to see if she's as wet as I am. Michael gulps behind me. I'd completely forgotten he was there. There is an enormous bulge in the front of his jeans. I take my hands off of Kelly's breasts, noting the way her swollen nipples jut against the filmy lace cups of her pink-beige bra; one breast still completely covered, the other half-exposed. "Not bad," I comment. "I wonder if someone would like a better look." Part 5 I pull the lace cup down off her breast a little further. Now I can just barely see the outline of her areole. "Or maybe I'll spare you that indignity for the moment," I go on, purposely ignoring the look of visible relief in her eyes. "Come to think of it, your panties were feeling pretty hot there for a while. Maybe I'll just take a closer look there." With that, I flip around 180 degrees, so now I'm facing her legs, with my ass hanging over her face. Her arms, still tangled hopelessly in her dress, struggle fruitlessly. Her legs kick out again as I bend over her crotch. Her panties are indeed the same pink-beige – nude – as her bra. Nylon, bikini cut, with a thin lace border around the top and leg elastics. I lift her skirt up higher and tuck it firmly into a roll around her waist. Her panties are fully exposed now, as is her navel. "Ah, very nice," I say again. "Very feminine. Tell me, are they soft?" They must be, after being worn all day. I brush my fingertips lightly across the nylon covering her mound, and her legs quiet immediately. "Thank you," I tell her. It never hurts to be polite. "Otherwise I might have to ask Michael to open the bathroom door for me." Defeated once more, Kelly lies still, or as still as she can, given what I'm doing to her with my fingers. Small tremors ripple up her body. Her thighs tighten. I can smell the growing musk of her arousal and I am sure she smells mine too. All at once I feel a hand creep over my ass and pull up my own skirt. Michael is hovering over me, grinning. His breath caresses my neck as his hand finds my own wet cotton panties and begins to stroke me. I wriggle my hips under the action of his insistent fingers and sigh contentedly. His lips brush my ear. "No, don't," I whisper, "I need to stay in control." I'm afraid if he makes me come I'll lose it completely, my power over Kelly. "Oh no," he whispers, "I would never let that happen." The only sound from Kelly is her breathing, growing harder and harder as her body starts to rock. Stripping the Tease Pt. 02 Part 6 I pull the lace cup down off her breast a little further. Now I can just barely see the outline of her areole. It’s flushed rosy pink from heat and excitement. “Or maybe I’ll spare you that indignity for the moment,” I go on, purposely ignoring the look of visible relief in her eyes. “Come to think of it, your panties were feeling pretty hot there for a while. Maybe I’ll just take a closer look there.” With that, I flip around 180 degrees, so now I’m facing her legs, with my ass hanging over her face. Her arms, still tangled hopelessly in her dress, struggle fruitlessly. Suddenly there’s a sound of knocking on the door. “Hey, everything all right in there?” calls a voice. “People need to use the bathroom here!” “Sorry,” I answer. “Be a minute.” I motion to Michael and he unlocks the door. Women, urgently needing to use the facilities, flock in. Michael ducks behind the door, out of sight, just in time. Most of them head straight to the stalls. A couple of them, however, catch sight of Kelly and me, on the floor. Eyes widen in shock. “What are you doing?” One woman demands. Someone grabs my arm and hauls me to me feet. Beneath me, Kelly struggles to sit up, frantically trying to refasten the zip in the back of her dress. Getting to her feet, she makes a break and runs out the bathroom door. I shrug to the other women, wash my hands, and saunter out of the bathroom. Michel is waiting for me outside, having slipped out during the rush. Out of the corner of my eye I see Kelly at the bar, downing what looks like a double shot of whisky. “I think it’s time we left,” I say. --- In the coatroom I pause for a minute and rest my forehead against the cool, oak-paneled wall. My breath comes in pants. I can barely contain the pounding of my heart, or the sudden, inexplicable wetness between my legs. My nipples, swollen and sensitive, chafe against my lace bra. All I know is, if I don’t find release soon, I’ll explode. Suddenly something grabs my necklace, and jerking me backwards and cutting off my air. I land hard on my tailbone, and the grip loosens on my necklace and latches on to my hair. Gulping for air, I manage turn around just enough to catch a glimpse of blonde hair and red dress. “You weren’t leaving already?” says Kelly, pulling me to my feet. Her breath smells of whisky. “I think we’ve got some unfinished business,” she adds, half-leading, half-dragging me by the hair back into the party room. I’m too busy trying to get my breath back to resist. People start looking up in curiosity. “Well, look what’s happened,” she continues. Her voice takes on a smooth, silky drawl. “Not so controlling now, are we?” She yanks my hair, just to make her point. “I’m going to make you go through everything you did to me – only out here in front of everyone!” Part 7 Through tears of pain I look around the room, assessing my options. There are none. “Now, where were we?” Kelly’s voice has taken on an alcoholic slur. “Oh yes, you were going to give everybody a show, aren’t you?” Standing there half-strangled by my necklace and gripped by my hair, I’m painfully aware the tables have turned. I can’t anticipate her now that she’s drunk, and that’s dangerous. Her fingertips caress the top of my shoulder. My skin prickles. People are starting to turn around. Emboldened, Kelly raises her voice a notch. “How does it feel now?” She slides the open v-neck of my dress a little wider, exposing the bra strap on my shoulder. “Oh yes, quite the little exhibitionist aren’t you?” Her manicured fingernail traces small circles on my bare skin. Her finger leaves my shoulder and I feel the back zip of my dress loosen slightly. The V across my shoulders widens. God help me, my nipples are hard. I scan the crowd, searching for Michael and spot him off to the side, frozen in a stare. His mouth is open slightly, and I see a familiar bulge at the crotch of his pants. Great. Bloody useless. Whoever it was that said women were fickle has never fully appreciated the vagaries of the male anatomy. More heads are turning. Another yank on my hair and necklace brings fresh tears to my eyes. The neckline of my dress opens further, exposing the tops of my bra straps. “Well?” Kelly purrs in my ear. “How do we feel now, dearie? Tell you what, if you beg me real hard – I mean, really, really hard – I just might let you off with some of your self-respect intact.” The dress slips a little further off my shoulders. “Fuck you,” I manage to cough out with as much dignity as I can muster given my situation. “Fair enough,” she drawls. “Only you won’t be so defiant once you’re naked in front of the whole room.” Suddenly there’s a ripple through the crowd. “Hey, I know you!” Heads turn toward the sound of the voice, and a short, rather unattractive woman in an ill-fitting silk sheath breaks through the assembled people. She points directly at Kelly. “I’ve definitely seen you before!” the ugly woman continues, “you were flirting with my husband earlier!” “And mine!” adds another woman. Kelly looks around her, beginning to sense the change in the dynamic. I grab the moment. “Well,” I say to Kelly, still half-strangled, “looks as if you’ve been making quite a reputation for yourself at this party.” “Shut up!” she hisses, yanking on my hair again, only this time with less conviction. Ignoring the pain this time I press on. “How many women have you pissed off tonight?” “Shut up!” she says again. Her voice has started taking on a desperate edge as she senses her control slipping away. “I swear I’ll rip your dress right off!” “And then what?” I ask. “These ladies here will tear you apart. So you’d better watch your back.” Her attention shifts slightly and the grip on my hair and necklace loosens for an instant, which is all I need to act. Quickly I twist my body, shifting my weight against hers. Kelly overbalances on her high heel shoes and grabs at my dress for support, ripping it, then crashes heavily into a side table holding the cold appetizers. The table collapses, spilling shrimp cocktail and celery sticks onto the floor around her. Dazed, Kelly gets up onto her hands and knees and smooths her skirt down over her thighs. One of her shoes has fallen off her feet and she gropes around, looking for it. I glance down at the front of my black cocktail dress. It’s ripped open all the way down to the waist. “Right, you’re going to pay for that,” I tell her. “That dress was a Versace.” Part 8 Without further preamble I grab her arm and haul the protesting blonde to her feet, sending her other shoe skittering off in the process. She sways a little standing up, and I wonder if she’s just starting to feel the full effects of the alcohol. Her bra has come disarrayed inside her dress, one creamy beige strap sliding halfway off her shoulder. She makes a halfhearted attempt to pull it back up, then stands there with her arms crossed, unable to meet my eye. It’s obvious the fight’s gone out of her. “Well now Kelly, it looks as if you’ve alienated quite a few of the ladies,” I comment. “So, you have a choice. Either I turn you over to the ladies – and I guarantee they will rip you to shreds – or you play it my way, and maybe you can come out of this unscathed.” She says nothing, just stands there, arms clenched across her chest, staring down at her bare feet. They look oddly vulnerable on the cold tile floor. I sidle up behind her and run my fingertips lightly up her arms, to her shoulders. “How many men?” I ask. “Did you promise them something you didn’t intend to deliver?” She shakes her head, still staring down at the floor. “Well, you did promise everybody a show, didn’t you?” I purr in her ear, slowly loosening the back zip of her dress. “But this is what you wanted for me, wasn’t it?” The zipper ends just past the small of her back, just barely exposing a small V of lace on the top of her panties where it covers the swell of her ass. She makes an unintelligible noise. “It’s strange,” I go on, coaxing the top of the dress off her shoulders, “how things never turn out quite the way you expect.” The dress slides down her arms, baring her shoulders and back. She clutches her arms tighter around herself, holding the dress from slipping any lower. “But then again, that’s what makes life interesting, isn’t it?” She makes no reply, just stands there huddled into herself, clutching her dress to the front of her breasts. I let my fingers trail lightly down her spine through the opening in the back of her dress. Her skin is soft and warm to touch. She trembles slightly as I fiddle briefly with the clasp at the back of her bra, then continue on down her naked back, to trace along lacy elastic band at the top of her panties. “Such fine, soft panties,” I murmur. “Expensive, were they?” No response, just a sniffle and a nod of the head. “You’re just dying to show everybody in the room, aren’t you?” “N-no,” she whispers dully. “Funny, you seemed pretty okay with it earlier tonight.” I keep running my finger along the top of her panties. “Well then, we’ll just have to make this a game.” “Wha-what do you mean?” “Oh, don’t worry,” I grin, reaching my hand deep into her dress to squeeze her rump. “I promise we’ll make this very interesting.” Part 9 “Right then, here are the rules.” I pull my hand out from inside the back of Kelly’s dress and run it around to the front of her pelvis. “We’re going to find out just how many women’s husbands you’ve been propositioning. To make things really interesting, maybe I should raise your skirt one inch for every man, what do you think? Oh, and if you lie, I will also raise your skirt one inch.” She makes a small whimpering noise. I grip her hips tightly with both hands and pull her against my body. The swell of her rump pushes against my pelvis, sending a jolt of heat spiraling down into my crotch. “Let’s see… well, we know there’s my date, Michael, right?” I slowly start pulling up her dress with my fingers. “How about that man over there? He’s rather handsome too, isn’t he?” She swallows and nods, and I pull the skirt up another inch, bunching it up around her pelvis in my hands. I point out another man, and another, raising her skirt up inch by inch regardless of her answers, exposing first bare thighs, then the shadowy triangle at the bottom of her panties. “Well,” I murmur. “You really have been a bad girl, haven’t you? And you know what bad girls have to do, don’t you? Bad girls have to show their panties to the boys.” With that I slowly pull the bottom of the dress all the way up to her waist and hold it there, bunched up in one hand while my other starts caressing the firm, trembling skin on her belly. With my finger I trace the lace border of her panties just below her navel. My own head is reeling. She fills my senses. The universe has shrunk down to just the two of us. This moment. The buzz of the crowd has shrunk to mere background noise. I hear only the hitch of her drawn breath, feel only the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair. Her scent fills my nostrils, a heady combination of perfume and fear. But undercut with something muskier, more primal. My hand runs experimentally down her belly over lace and nylon, past the swell of her mound. Yes. Just as I thought, underneath the fear, the trembling, the humiliation, the front of her panties is already getting warm and moist to the touch. Holding her tighter against my body I ply two fingers between her legs and start a slow, rhythmic stroking. She cringes against me, trying to pull away from this latest violation, only encountering my pelvis pressed firmly into her buttocks. My fingers maintain their pace, back and forth against the dampening crotch of her panties. Her breath is coming out in choked sobs. And, underneath the sobbing, the beginning of a barely audible panting. I find the hard little bud of her clitoris and roll it between my fingers like a marble. A moan escapes her lips, unbidden. Betrayed by her body, she moves against my fingers, her own trembling hands clutching the front of her dress over her chest in white-knuckled desperation. I press my middle finger right against her clit. She shudders. “Drop your arms,” I whisper, pressing in again. Slowly she lets her arms fall to her sides. The red dress slips with a sigh into a pool of fabric down round her ankles, leaving her in nude-colored bra and panties, her skin flushed from shame and arousal. Out of the crowd a flashbulb pops. “Smile for the camera,” I say, tilting her chin up. The camera flashes again, capturing the exquisite spectacle, this would-be seductress, now reduced to tears and lingerie. I have her literally in the palm of my hand, and victory is mine. Part 10 But wait, there’s more. “I’d like to say we were done,” I continue, still gently massaging the now-sodden crotch of Kelly’s panties, “but I’m afraid I’m having way too much fun, don’t you agree?” No answer, just a soft whimper. “Of course, there’s much more to see.” With my free hand I flick her bra straps off her shoulders, one by one. Her nipples are hardened points underneath the pink-beige lace. My fingers glide softly over them, brushing so lightly I can feel them quiver against the tips, before I slide my hand round back to unhook the clasp. For a second she arches her back up, as if expecting to hold the loose cups up with only her upturned breasts, then sags in defeat as the lacy bra flutters to the floor. Her breasts are perfect, round and rosy-tipped. I can’t resist running my hand up from her stomach to caress the soft underside of one. Keeping my middle finger on Kelly’s swollen clitoris, I hook my thumb into the top band of her panties and start to pull them down, lowering them just enough for me to slip my hand completely inside. Her bare mound is smooth, shaven completely hairless. Inside her panties she’s soaking wet. Her heat is incredible, matched only by the answering fire between my own legs. Gripping her body tighter against me, I push first one, then two fingers inside her slick recesses. A mere flick of my wrist sends her last remaining garment sliding down round her ankles. She moans again, whether in pleasure or shame I can no longer tell. My aching nipples press harder into her back. My fingers push into her deeper, harder, finding the places within that only another woman would know. In spite of herself she’s rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, pressing herself into my hand, grunts of pleasure interspersed between her tears of shame. I can almost hear her thinking: what could be more humiliating than being forced to orgasm by another woman, in front of a roomful of strangers? And that’s when I withdraw my hand and push her away from me. She stumbles blindly, chest heaving, body flushed and eyes wild, scarcely able to believe I would deny her this final release. Without its curtain of pubic hair, her engorged nether regions are obscenely visible. The men are staring with open mouths and bulging crotches, some of them idly touching themselves. Most of the women have lascivious smirks on their faces, and I can see noticeably hardened nipples jutting out from more than a few dresses. All at once Kelly sees the crowd watching her, and makes a frantic effort to cover herself with her arms, wincing slightly as her hand encounters her sensitive pubis. A tall man walks out from the crowd, bright spots of color still dotting his cheeks. “Excuse me,” he begins, still adjusting his trousers as inconspicuously as he can, “I’m the manager here, and I think it’s time for you ladies to leave.” Helplessly reeling about in humiliation, Kelly looks desperately at the clothing strewn all over the floor. “But – but I’m – “ “Please,” says the man firmly, pressing some bills into her hand. “Get yourself a cab. On the house.” With that, he takes her elbow and propels her, naked and sobbing, out the door. “And as for you… ” He turns his attention to me. Suddenly self-conscious, I pull the torn front of my dress together over my chest. “I’ll take her home,” Michael steps out of the crowd and puts his arm protectively around my shoulders, enveloping me in the warmth of his body. We walk out of the building together, holding each other tightly. Out on the sidewalk he raises his arm for a taxi, and one comes immediately. I look around for any sign of a naked blonde female, but I see no one. Safely bundled now in the warm backseat of the cab, Michael kisses my lips, my neck, my shoulders as I throw my leg over his lap and mount him feverishly. Still vibrating from the thrill of public exhibitionism, my clitoris grinds against his groin. “Take me, now,” I whisper. His eyes are dark with desire as he reaches behind me and tears my dress to shreds. END.