8 comments/ 26308 views/ 1 favorites Flaunt It By: Old_Blue Bethany Winters was a changed woman. A short five months ago, she tipped the scales at two hundred and four pounds. Not a bad weight, if you stand six-feet-four-inches tall, but at five-foot-two, that's what they nicely call "A Big Girl." Back then, her appearance didn't bother her. She was a well-paid, seasoned, divorce attorney; a lifetime career woman. Working for the law firm of Duncil and Beck, she was well respected in her field, considered a fierce competitor. It has been said, that pain or fear of pain, is the single most motivating factor for change to occur in a persons life. So it was with Beth. She and her boy friend, Bob Yates, lived in her downtown Atlanta high-rise. Bob was the assistant to the Assistant Clerk of Courts for Cobb county; a not-so-snappy title for a fairly powerful position. They had been living together for almost six years. Bob, at age fifty, was going thru his mid-life crises. They were having constant arguments, over things like: His new corvette, all the time he was spending with his friends, why she never wanted to go out and why didn't she want to go to join the nudist camp up in Ashville. ----- It was another late day at the law office. She was tired from dealing with an unyielding client who was more interested in getting a pound of flesh rather than getting the compensation she deserved. As Beth turned the key in her condo door she was looking forward to a relaxing evening at home. She only wanted to sit and let the stress leave her body. She hoped Bob would get her a cold beer, as she sat on the sofa and called for Chinese Take-Out. As she walked in, there was a yellow legal pad sitting on the dinning-room table with a hurriedly scrawled note. Beth, You have turned stagnant. I need to grow and do things. You are no longer attractive to me in the ways that you were when we first met. I need to leave and put distance between us. Good bye, Bill She read and reread the note as her remaining reserve of strength seemed to evaporate. She was angry, hurt, her heart ached, and she wanted to cry and scream, but couldn't. At this moment, she couldn't even assess blame. She felt drained; drained from dealing with moronic clients, the craziness of everyday life, and from Bob. ----- A few days later: "Beth, I need to see you," John Blake, one of the senior partners, called out to her as she passed his office. When Beth entered, John was wearing his; I'm troubled and deeply concerned look. He cleared his throat and began. "Beth, I'm troubled by what I must tell you." "How so, John?" She had a feeling she was about to get a dressing down for some of the harsh words she used on Mrs. Webb for her pigheaded, unwillingness, to negotiate on the divorce settlement. "Well, Beth, as you know, we are trying to adapt to the new image that is in demand out there. People are looking for a younger, more athletic appearance." "John, I sense you're trying not to hurt my feelings. Are you telling me to go on a diet, join a gym? What?" "I'm sorry, Beth. We just hired a replacement for you; a younger woman, with a more... more feminine appearance. That is what our clients are looking for. They want an attractive package for our product. "We will be giving you a very nice severance package for your years of loyal service..." He never got to finish. "John, what in the hell are you doing to me? I'm forty nine. I'll be fifty in two more months. I know more about divorce law than any ten, young, skinny, blonde, buxom broads you could hire. This can't just be about a skinny ass and big boobs!" "Beth, I'm going to trust that you won't take what I'm about to tell you and hit us with a discrimination suite. Smiling, pretty faces, a good rack, nice hips and ass is exactly what this is all about, because that's what our clients want. It's not just about results. They want a youthful image and in order for us to survive in this highly competitive market, we must give them what they want." For the first time in many, many years, Beth had nothing to say. It was like she had been sucker punched twice now. All the air was gone from her sails. She stood displaying as much pride as she could. She thanked John for his honesty and went to her office to pack the few things that she deemed important enough to keep. ----- Two weeks later. She was sitting on the toilet. She was horny, so very horny. She couldn't get anyone to have sex with her. No man would even look at her. She was trying to masturbate, but her pudgy fingers couldn't make it through the folds of skin to get to her clit. The best she could do was to lift up one of her distended teats and suck on it as she cried an endless river of tears. She woke. Her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. "Thank God," she said to only herself. "This was all just a bad dream." She wiped the tears from her eyes, looked at her tear-stained fingers and realized not all of it was a dream. The fear that her dream may harbor more truth than just real tears, galvanized her into action. This bad dream was to be the turning point in her life. It was four o'clock in the morning and the new sun had not yet risen as Beth went on the internet, searching for someone to help with her problem. After hours of looking at diet plans, exercise machines, health clubs, fat farms and spas, she came across something that caught her interest: Tanya Carter, originally from Atlanta, now on the staff at Rhodes Clinic in Palm Springs, California. The article explained how Tanya, five-feet-four-inches tall, weighed in at two hundred and seventy pounds when she first met Dr. Carol Rhodes. Through a combination of a regimented diet and exercise program, psychological counseling and plastic surgery, she lost one hundred and forty pounds. There was no deception in this article. It went overboard in stressing that this type of transformation was no overnight miracle. It gave details of the diet and exercise program as it told the true story of her struggles and triumphs. There was a psychological profile of Tanya and a description of how she overcame her problems. The liposuction and cosmetic surgery was documented for you. There were graphic pictures; not just the before and after; but ones of the surgical scars, giving explanations of their locations and why they were required. Best of all, there was a number to call for a face-to-face video conference with Tanya. Beth called the twenty-four-hour, toll-free number. She was set back when the answering voice was a real human, and after the greeting, the woman asked if she preferred speaking in a language other than English. On a whim, Beth said, "Si, perfavore, possiamo parlare l'Italiano." The woman on the other end did not miss a beat as she sweetly transformed from a Mid-West American accent to a Tuscan Italian and began to communicate so rapidly that Beth's poor grasp of Italian could not keep up. "I'm sorry. Can we go back to English? And how many languages do you speak?" "I'm not as fluent in Portuguese or Greek, so I can't really count them. Aside from English, I speak Italian, French, German and Castilian." "Well," she now asked, "what if I wanted to speak in Mandarin?" "I would have had to turn you over to one of the other girls who could communicate with you. Now, how can I help or direct your call?" Beth told her of the article and that she wanted to have a conference with Tanya. After hearing the scripted statement on Tanya, she opted for the first open video conference connection at 9:00 a.m. Pacific Time. She was given the Adobe communication site and told of the expected etiquette and of the minimum computer requirements needed. Great! She had three hours to rush out to a computer store, buy a camera, and learn how to use it. Two hours and forty-five minutes later, feeling haggard from the rushing around, she was now over-educated in the use of the computer camera by a true computer geek. She had cleaned herself up, put on make-up, a nice dress and jewelry. "Shit," she complained, "I don't get this dressed up to go out." She made herself a cup of tea in the microwave, then turned the computer on and logged into the site. The logo of the Rhodes Clinic, a pencil sketch of a nude woman in a design similar to Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man, filled the left side of the screen. A picture collage of the clinic filled the right and a timer indicating a countdown was at the bottom. Beth still had three minutes until noon, Atlanta Time. All Beth's attention was focused on the timer. She found herself counting the seconds remaining... "Stop it!" she told herself aloud. "You're more nervous now than you were at your first trial. Get a grip woman!" A few seconds early, the monitor changed and focused on a woman who looked like she just stepped out of Sports Illustrated Swim Suit Edition. She was wearing a white one-piece. You had to call it a one-piece, though there was very little material. The front bottom of the swimsuit came up her crotch in a V. The small piece of V material joined a two-inch-wide cloth belt that had a small gold buckle in front. There were two, four-inch-wide straps that came from the front of the belt and formed an X, covering her nipples and little else. The strap rose over her shoulders and around her neck. The back of the suit was just the belt and a one-inch wide strip of material that quickly vanished between her two tapered cheeks. The suit was so tight to her you could see she had a very pronounced labia. "Good morning," Tanya began. "I see all three of you are on line and on time. It seems, however, that the rest of you are in afternoon and evening." Three small squares popped up to the left of her screen. Beth's face, shoulders, and bust appeared. The other two women must have had more experience with the camera, because only their face and upper shoulders were in the screen. Beth was in the bottom block. Tanya seated herself and began. "I noticed each of your facial expressions as you saw me enter the camera viewing area. It is looks like those that I get my gratification from. I'll tell you now; it is the feeling of power and edification that will make you succeed in looking like the woman you what to be. Make no mistake ladies; you will get a lot more gratification out of looking like this." A nude photo of Tanya filled the screen, and she continued. "Than you ever will looking like this," a picture of a naked fat woman came on the screen. Beth recognized the face of Tanya, despite the hanging flesh that gave her a tired haggard look. The screen went back to the live Tanya. "I have no desire to explain how wonderful we are here at the Rhodes Clinic or to expound on our modern techniques. I am here to listen to you and answer your questions. I know you have them, or you would not have taken the effort to do this. That said, Marie, from Rennes France, you're on-line because?" Marie, seemed a bit flustered, but managed to communicate in a heavy Parisian accent. "My husband called me frumpy and fat, because my hips and thighs are too big. He says, it's to difficult to have good sex with me." Tanya responded, "Honey, big thighs or not, there are ways to have good sex. As far as your hips, I know how that problem can make you more than a little uncomfortable. Let's see them." "What?" Marie exclaimed, "Why do you need to see my hips?" Tanya spoke with kindness and caring in her voice. "Marie, I need you, and I am also speaking to you, Luxemburg, and you, Atlanta. I need you all to understand that no matter what your physical and weight problem is, the very first thing you'll have to conquer is your fear of showing your body. If you decide that we, at Rhodes, can help and you truly want help, then you will need to trash your archaic ideas of modesty. "I'll give you a quote of mine. 'No matter what you've got, flaunt it.' It will look better and better with each exhibition. You have heard the expression use it or lose it. Well, I'm telling you to flaunt it and improve it. Now, Marie, are you willing to strip and show all of us your thighs and hips?" "No, I'm sorry, I just can't do it." You could see that Marie was turning pale. Again, Tanya's voice was kind. "Marie, I'm sorry I had to embarrass you like that, but the truth is, yes, we could put you on a regiment and possibly a small amount of surgery, but I can tell you, it won't work for you. To be honest with you all, until you can begin to accept that you will have to change your belief that your bodies need to be hidden, we cannot give you a long-term solution to your problem." Greta, from Luxemburg, now spoke. "Tanya, I have very droopy breasts and a large overhanging belly that interferes with my sex life. Would you like to see them?" "No, Greta. I did that to Marie to prove a point to all of you. I need you to recognize that the largest, and for some women, the most difficult part of our therapy is for you to accept change in your thinking. Did you have any other questions?" "Nein. I understand now what you were saying." "Well, Ms. Atlanta, my old home town. How are the Braves doing?" "Sorry, I don't follow sports." "No matter. You've sat very quietly through this, even though I sense desperation in you. So, Honey, tell me why you are here today." For some reason, Tanya's words opened the pent flood gates of fear and emotion in Beth. She blurted out, between sniffles, in a haltered voice that was edged with tears. "My boyfriend, of six years, just left me for a young, skinny bimbo with big tits. I got fired from my job because they want a more youthful (sniffle), and energetic appearance. AND, I had a dream, a dream that I was too fat to finger fuck myself." With that, tears came from Beth. All three of the women watched her cry; their hearts going out to her as they, too, felt her pain. Tanya spoke now. "Honey, I lived your bad dream. Now, I'm going to tell you that revenge is truly sweet and a great motivator." ----- Four months later: Beth was on her third lap around the mile long running trail, when Tanya flagged her down. "You're setting a fast pace out here today. Those Double D's don't seem to slow you down." "Nope, if I set my pace right, the bounce of them gives me extra spring in my stride." "So Beth. Aah; I've lost track of time; how long has it been?" " Don't start on me again Tanya. I'll leave when I'm ready." " You know Doc Rhodes is beginning to worry about you. I told her you were going to be leaving soon and that you agreed to go to the beach with me tomorrow." "Oh Tanya; I have an appointment with Mark tomorrow and I don't want to miss it." "You're forcing me to be blunt. When was the last time you got laid?" "Don't start Tanya. You're what, twenty-eight, twenty-nine? You want me to go out and get laid by a boy half my age?" "First of all, I'm twenty-eight. That comment about me being twenty-nine is going to cost you. You're going to have to fuck the ugly guy. "Now; that brings me to my next question. Do you have some hang up about fucking guys that don't need Viagra, or do you like granting old men their last wish by screwing them to death. Plus; these guys are in their thirties and the way you look, they'll never know you're fifty unless you tell them and they probably wouldn't believe it. "Look Beth; I'm serious about this. When Carol, rather, Doc Rhodes calls me into her office and wants to know why you're still here, it's my ass on the line. Please Beth, if we have built any kind of friendship over the last four months. Do this for me?" ----- "Are you sure you know how to fly this postage stamp of an airplane?" "Beth, will you relax. Redondo air terminal is just over there. See it? From there to the hotel is just ten minutes. In less than hour, we'll be frolicking in the ocean. You're going to love Redondo Beach." Before they landed, Tanya arranged for a cab to take them to the hotel. As Tanya piloted the two-seater Scesna to the parking area she told Beth to move very slowly as she got out of the plane. At first Beth thought this was just a safety precaution. The second she put her leg out of the plane, two men came towards her at a very fast walk. She quickly looked around, concerned that may-be the plane was on fire. As she turned her head, she saw three men moving toward Tanya. A flash of Tanya's bare ass-cheek being exposed, as her skirt rode up, from sliding across the seat, gave Beth all the explanation she needed. But that didn't explain why two men were coming over to her, until she looked down. Over her protruding breasts she saw the sheen of her white thong. Men were tripping over each other, to chalk the wheels of the plane, and help her out. One guy copped a feel of her ass as he helped her hop down off the seat. Beth was shocked at the insane behavior of these men. They were almost fighting to see who would carry the suitcases. Before today, she had been lucky if anyone would hold a door open for her. Tanya smiled and flirted with them. Once the luggage was in the trunk of the cab, Tanya, with a great deal of exaggeration, bent forward, gave them all a good look at her tits and blew them a kiss, as she said, "Bye boys. Hope you're all here when we come back." Beth didn't see their reactions; she was too busy noticing, that aside from her make-up bag, the suitcase with all of her cloths was missing. "Sorry," Tanya apologized. "I thought you put it in the plane. Well, don't worry, were fairly close in height and our tits are definitely the same size. You should have no problem fitting into my things." They climbed into the taxi as Beth sighed and began to say, don't worry about it, when it dawned on her. "You left my things back there intentionally. Didn't you? Admit it! Your cloths are so skimpy, you could get a weeks worth in that one suitcase. You planned this, so I'd have to wear your things." Tanya spoke softly as she put a hand on Beth's arm. "I need you to trust me, Beth. Please, just play along and have fun with it. It's important. I need you to promise me that no matter what, you'll trust me and play along. Nothing bad is going to happen, just promise me now. Say it." "Tanya, you're frightening me with this promise stuff. You have to tell me; what's this all about?" Tanya's expression changed, it became stern and her voice took on a flat business tone. "You're forcing me to say things I think you're not ready to hear. They have decided that you are not progressing properly. That reflects on me. Unless I can report that your psychological dependence with the clinic has abated and you are showing a healthy progression, they will nicely ask you to leave." Tanya hoped this lie, that was based on a small part of the truth, would be enough to make her understand that she couldn't protect her any more. Tanya knew that at this point of her healing process, the truth could possibly set Beth back to far for her to help. Beth was dry-mouthed now. She realized that Tanya was doing this for her good and because she was not progressing, she was putting Tanya's job and reputation at risk. Tanya was more to her than just a therapist, that got her motivated enough to go thru several surgeries and drop down to one hundred and twelve pounds. She had become a friend that she cared about. No matter what it cost her, she promised herself she would do whatever Tanya said or asked her to do. Beth put on her best smile, looked fondly at Tanya and said, "I'll promise, if I get to wear your red swim suit." Tanya smiled as she played along. "Oh, not the red one, you know that's my favorite." ---- When they arrived at the Hotel, the driver jumped out, ran over to Tanya's side and almost pulled the door off its hinges, in his haste to open it for her. Flaunt It Before she slid out, exposing her thighs, she whispered, "Don't move from that spot until I tell you. Then I want you to slide out, without lifting your ass up off the seat. The taxi driver offered Tanya his hand and she took it as she stood. "Oh, would you help my friend out. She needs your assistance in getting her legs over your big hump." The driver stuck his head in the door and held his hand out to Beth. Following Tanya's instructions she slid across the seat, her skirt sliding out from under her, exposing everything to the eyes of the driver. The small white patch of material that covered her crotch was pulled so tight, Beth thought her outer lips would pop out and swallow it. As Beth got out, she noticed that several men had stopped and were craning their necks to get a better look at her. She felt her cheeks get hot at the thought that she was exposing herself to them. Tanya was now looking in her clutch as she said, "Honey, thank the man by giving him a nice kiss on the cheek. You're probably going to have to push those big tits of yours against his manly chest to get to his cheek, but I don't think he'll mind." Beth embarrassingly went along and moved close to the taxi driver. She felt her breasts push against him as she turned her head and gave the driver a quick peck and moved back, as she felt his hand go to her hip. "Very, nice," Tanya said. "See, you can tell he enjoyed his thank you." Tanya nodded towards the bulge showing in the mans pants. He became embarrassed as Tanya asked, "How much do we owe you, Sugar." "Aah; Nothing. It was my pleasure. And, Aah; it was only a couple of miles. So Aah, it's on the house." "How sweet of you. Thank you Sugar. Oh; could you have our things brought in for us?" With that Tanya turned and walked into the Hotel, as Beth and many pair of eyes followed. Beth started to speak, and Tanya shushed her, "Wait until we're in the room, alone." They approached the front desk. There were two people on duty, a young and fairly attractive woman with short auburn hair, dressed in the hotel blazer and a middle-aged thin black-man, with a strong jaw line, attired in the same blazer. The woman spoke, "Yes, over here, I can help you." Beth noticed the look of disdain cross the woman's face, as she heard Tanya. "Sorry, you're not my type. I would rather wait and deal with the handsome gentleman. If you don't mind." When he was done registering a husband and wife, he looked up and a smile came to his face. "Play nice, Tanya, she's new." "You take all the fun out of everything, Bob." Bob nodded at Beth in greeting, "She a new employee of the Doc's?" "Yup. "Beth, this is Bob; the stick in the mud. He's the only man around here, that my feminine wilds don't work on. Also, he's not too fond of me playing games with the staff either. "Bob, this is Beth. She is a lot more sedate than I am. I'm sure you're glad to hear that. Huh." "Yes. And ladies, your room, or rather your employers suite is ready for you." "Bob, you really are a stick in the mud. Can't you just let me pretend that it's mine. Just once." "Ladies, go on up, and let me say, thank you for staying at the hotel Tanya. Hope you enjoy your weekend." "Thanks Bob." Tanya hollered loudly as she took Beth by the hand and led her to the elevator. ----- The suite was on the eighteenth floor and overlooked the sandy beach, white surf and the blue Pacific. There was a knock at the door. "Get that," Tanya called from the front bedroom. "It's our luggage." Beth opened the door. The young bell hop stood in momentary shock as his eyes locked on the huge tits that opened the door. He knew there had to be a body attached to them, but for the moment it was just him, his dick and a nice set of knockers. A voice popped his fantasy. "Please, bring them in. while I get you a tip." Beth was going to get her purse, when she saw Tanya walk from the bedroom to the middle of the entry area. Not a stitch on. Tanya stopped, gave a loud gasp and just stood there, full front to the young man. She gave him a four second look, then leaned forward slightly, so her double D's hung down. She brought an arm up in front of them, as if that was going to hide them. Her other hand slapped up against her bare pussy, making an audible sound. She then turned and shuffled back across the entry and into the bedroom, giving the bell hop a good long view of her bare ass. Beth had watched the young mans reaction to Tanya's display of nudity, that didn't last more than fifteen seconds. Beth was surprised when she felt her nipples harden. She knew it wasn't the result of seeing Tanya naked. Good God, over the past four months they had examined each others body, discussing shape, skin elasticity, muscle development. Their bodies looked so similar, that with the exception of hair color and cut, two inches in height and the fact that Tanya had slightly better skin tone than she, it was like looking in the mirror from the neck down. No, the thrill she was feeling was from watching a boner and resulting wet spot develop in under fifteen seconds. The young man was still standing there, bulge in his pants, eyes wide, unblinking and his mouth agape. Beth found herself walking up to him. She pulled his head down, so his cheek rested on the top of her breast and began to walk him to the door. "There, there. Did those big tits frighten you?" she cooed, as she brought his head up and kissed the cheek that had been against her breast. "Now go and find some place quiet and you'll feel better." Dumbfounded, he turned away, without a word, as Beth closed the door. "So; is your pussy wet?" Tanya asked from the doorway of the bedroom. "I knew, you were as perverted as me, it just needed a little coaxing that's all." Beth paused, as the feeling came to her. "My God, it is wet. Shit! I am becoming a pervert. I can't believe what I just did to that poor boy." "Woe, hold everything. Before you start to get any wrong ideas. You and I just made that young mans day. We did not kick or damage his psyche. We gave him the basis for a story that will make his friends envy him. The view that he got of my tits, during those few seconds is indelibly etched into his brain. Years from now he will still be able to picture them perfectly. "Make no mistake, years from now he will still be reliving the events that just happened here. It gives me a good feeling, that no matter what happens to me, many years down the road, my tits will forever be young and firm in his mind. "Beth, this is the only power trip you can pull on a person and have both people walk away, feeling like winners. Remember these words. Flaunt it and everyone wins." ----- "Beth; ready to get laid?" Tanya was looking down at the beach. "Which one of those two guys do you want?" "You're serious? You want me to let one of those guys fuck me?" "No. Don't be so naïve. They wouldn't know how to start to seduce you. I expect you to fuck one of them, out in the choppy surf." "Tanya, I don't think I'm ready to do this." "May-be not this second, but you will be when the time is right. Don't worry. I'll be banging the other guy, not far from you. Come on, we have to hurry before they leave." ----- In an old-south accent, that Tanya hadn't used or heard in a long time. "I hate to intrude, but could I get you two, strong, handsome men to help a couple of poor girls from Atlanta. We need to protect ourselves from the harmful rays of the sun. So if it wouldn't be asking too much of you. Would you rub it in for us. That is the cream, I mean." Beth was lying on her oversized hotel-towel and watched Tanya work these beach boys into a near frenzy. By the time Tanya led them over to where Beth lay, their eyes had glassed over and their directional finders were trying to burst free. "I see you found us some help, Tanya, Honey," Beth continued with southern charm. "Beth, this is Samuel and William. They have both agreed to just slather us with cream. If they do a good job on our backs, I say we let them work on our fronts. "Now Beth, Darlein, do you have a preference?" Both men were in their late twenties, tall, blonde and muscled. They had said they were volleyball players. "No, Tanya, Honey. They both look fine to me." "Well boys; I guess you're just going to have to fight over which one of you gets stuck with the ugly girl." Tanya watched as William started to apply a strip of cream to Beth's legs. "William, I thought you two were experienced in this. You start applying cream at a woman's shoulders, then her arms, next her back, then the back of her legs and lastly you work it in real good on the inside of her legs." William took her words to heart, quickly applying cream to Beth's upper torso and the back of her legs, then slowed his work as he approached the exposed cheeks of her ass. Samuel was mimicking the same process on Tanya as she spoke to them. "Now boys, be sure and get lots of your cream into those sensitive areas of ours, I don't want you to miss a spot." The two men looked at each other and could only smile as they took their task very seriously. Beth was the first to moan as William managed to slide a greased thumb in her ass and two fingers into her very wet pussy. Beth hadn't felt this sexually stimulated or driven in over twenty years. She was raising her ass up, to give William better access. "Ooh, William, don't stop. Yes, yes, right there," She breathed, as William brought his other fingers into play, sliding them over her clit. "That was fine boys, I think were ready to have our fronts done." Tanya interrupted Beths pending orgasm. "No, Tanya. No, please, let him make me come. I'm so close. Please." William was surprised to hear Beth beg Tanya, for permission to let him make her come. He excused the thought, believing that it was probably some power game these two were playing with each other. It didn't matter to him, he had a feeling that before this hour was up he'd be fucking this Southern Bell. "OK, boys. You heard the ladys request. Now make us come and then you can do our fronts." That was all the encouragement that Sam and Will needed. Both women spread their legs wider as their two pleasure givers began thrusting their fingers in and out of the hot dripping pussies. Both men were unaware of the audience that was watching. As Tanya, on the verge of her own climax, forced herself to say," Beth, look up, and come for the nice people." Beth, on the very edge of cumming, looked up and saw a husband and wife, with their teenage son and an older daughter. The four of them, mesmerized, just standing there watching two beautiful women get finger fucked on the beach. She noticed the mother had a hand over her mouth and the other on her breast. The husband and teen-boy both had very noticeable erections. The teen-boys' looked bigger than his fathers. The older sister actually had her hand in her bikini bottom. The sight of her audience and their expressions brought Beth over the top, She arched her back high and with one hand pulled the strap from her left breast, exposing it for her onlookers and with a grunting of the words, "Oh, God, my cunt is creaming, Oooh Shit." She rode the climax and then collapsed on the soft towel covered sand. When Beth looked up again, her audience was walking back to the hotel. The husbands arm was over his wife's shoulder and the sister had her arm around her brothers waist. "That was better than a good job. If you boys can do half as good on our fronts. Why, we'll just have to take you into the surf and let you have your way with us as a nice thank you for a job well done. "Roll over, Beth Darlein. You know that cream is going to be cold. It will probably shock our tiny titties, so find something to hang on to Beth Darlein. Now, boys, scoot up closer." Tanya slid her hand up the leg of Samuel's trunks and said, "Why Beth Darlien, I believe I just found the perfect hand grip here on Samuel. See if your William has one for you to hang on to." The two men wasted no time before attacking these nutty, but beautiful women's tits. Tanya whispered to her sexual masseur, "Sugar, before you apply any of that cream, could I get you to warm my nipple up, it feels so much better that way. Don't worry Sugar, just stick it in your mouth for a few minutes to warm it. When that little thingy pops up, you'll know it's done." When William saw what was going on over at his friends side, he couldn't resist. It didn't matter to him that he had just rubbed cream all over both tits. An opportunity to suck on big, giant breasts, like these didn't come along every day, and how bad could the cream taste anyway. He dove in and sucked hard. Beth gave a surprised gasp as she felt his mouth cover a large portion of her breast. The suction, pulling on her flesh sent a fresh tingle to her pussy. She tightened her grip on Williams cock and began to stroke it as fast as she could, in the confines of his trunks. Williams cock was slick from his seeping cum and more escaped from the tiny slit as Beth ran her hand over it. She could feel a throb in his prick as he pulled his mouth from her breast. "I'm going to come soon, unless you stop now." "Suck on my tit, let me feel your tongue on my nipple and come for me." She wrapped her hand tightly around the head of his dripping prick and began to slide it over and around the hot throbbing bulb. She felt the first hard shot explode from him and she did not stop twisting her palm and fingers around the head as more and more spurts filled her hand, adding more fluid to lubricate and ease the friction of her ministrations. William released her tit, trying to move away from her grasp. "No more. No more. It's way too sensitive," he panted as she let go of his softening cock. Beth removed her cum covered hand from Williams trunks, only to see more on lookers. This time it was two men. They waved to Samuel and William, who looked at them, nodded but did not wave back. "You boys know them?" Tanya nodded in the direction of the other two. "Yeah, there our competition in tomorrows match." Samuel said, with a bit of an edge in his voice. "You don't sound overly enthusiastic," Beth commented, as she wiped the cum off her hand. William replied, "No. Those guys seem to be able to cheat and get away with it, and that's not just my opinion." You could almost hear the workings of Tanya's mind. "Where and what time is your match with those cheaters," she asked? "Down there by the pier, at 10:30 tomorrow morning," as he spoke, Samuel nodded toward a long pier a good half mile down the beach. Tanya spoke, maintaining her Georgian drawl. "Well, boys, we need to get your spirits up, along with your peters, so you can stomp on them cheatin SOB's tomorrow. Come on, let's go into the ocean and see if we southern gals can't inspire you to a victory." Beth's time in the pool at the clinic was paying off. She dove into the surf and swam under the breakers. When she was out just beyond the surf line, she tried to touch bottom, but only her toes made it to solid ground. The ebb and flow of the ocean caressed every inch of her skin, stimulating her new emerging sex drive. William joined her, spooning up behind her as they both treaded water. She could feel his new erection pushing against her ass. She moved away from him, loosened the Velcro fastener on the belt of her swimsuit and ducked under the water, stripping the suit from her. She surfaced; her beautifully shaped breasts with large brown areolas were above the surface, firm and demanding attention. She tied her suit around her waist and beckoned William. As he approached, she submerged and with a tug, pulled his suit to his knees. She wrapped her arms around his ass and placed her lips over the head of his nicely curved cock. Once her lips were sealed around it, she pulled his ass into her. His cock slid deep in her mouth, to the edge of her throat. She pulled her head back, then pulled him into her again, before releasing it and surfacing for a gasp of needed air. For the first time in her life, she was in full sexual control. The power was intoxicating. "Come here, Sugar," She called. "Suck on my tits. You're so good at it. Yes, yes, make me feel like a sated woman." The water was shallow enough for William to stand, so she floated on her back, giving him easy access to her bobbing tits as her right hand was just able to reach the head of his cock. She wanted him now and turned so they spooned together again. His hands clamped on her breasts, squeezing them, pulling her nipples as she drove him on with words of encouragement. "William, I want you in me. I want to feel your sweet gorgeous prick fill my cunt. Fuck me, fuck me William and make me come. Make me scream as you pump your cum into me. Yes, Baby, show me how good you can fuck." William had moved closer to shore so he could stand flat footed as he penetrated Beth. Her cunt felt so warm inside as it seemed to wrap itself around his prick. Her words were driving him into a frenzied need to cum in her. Beth's mind was reeling, her senses were feeding a flood of new experiences to it. She felt the thrust of his cock penetrate her and the feel of the cool ocean water being pushed up the crack of her ass and flow over her tight hole. She felt the water moving over her exposed clit and she marveled at how everything could feel so good. He was pumping hard into her, his balls needed to release and he knew it would only take a few more deep strokes. She called to him, "William, harder and I'll come." He pulled back ready to make a hard thrust into her when the surf caught them, pushing them under, speeding them toward the shore. William hung on to her, continuing to hump as his first load of cum shot from his prick into her. Beth felt the wave hit, at the instant her climax began. She felt herself being pushed under. Williams grip tightened on her breasts and he was still pumping his cock into her as they tumbled thru the surf. Her cunt was going thru spasms that she had never dreamed possible. God, it was a fantastic feeling, even as her lungs began to burn for want of oxygen. They came to a stop, in three feet of quickly receding water and white foam. A woman, about her age, came rushing up to them and stopped when she saw Beth's bare breasts. When she saw Williams half -hard cock, she looked like she would turn and run, but then Beth noticed a glint in her eye as the woman spoke. "Young man, you're lucky this young woman was protecting that for you. A surf like this could rub it clean off." With that she turned and left, a smile on her face. Both she and William backed into deeper water. They both dawned their suits in between waves, then headed back to the towels. From a distance, Beth could see Tanya's legs and a towel bobbing up and down over Samuel's crotch. His eyes were closed, there was a strained look on his face, his mouth open and he had stopped breathing. When the towel stopped its movement, Samuel sighed, "Oooh, that was good." Tanya's head came out from under the big towel. She kissed him on the lips and said, "You must eat a lot of pineapple. Your cum was really tasty." "What happened, I thought you were having fun in the surf with us," Beth asked. "It seems that old Samuel here has a problem with cold water shrinking things on him." Tanya stood up, "Well, we will be at your game tomorrow, Sugar and I'll do whatever I can to help you win. "I hope that today was a big ego booster for you both. "Come on, Beth Honey, kiss nice William, we have a time schedule you know." ----- "Tanya? Am I turning into a wanton slut? I'm serious. I enjoyed exposing my breasts out there, I liked getting fucked in the surf and I'm getting horny, just thinking about people looking at my tits. These new feelings and desires of mine are worrying me." Flaunt It "Now is a good time to explain some things to you. "What you and I are doing now, is not normal everyday life. This is fun time. This is what I do once a month, just to recharge my batteries. This is what I need to expose you to, so you can see and feel the rewards of looking the way you do. "This weekend, I want you to feel the power that comes with looking sexy and beautiful. I want you to know that your looks will open many doors for you. I'm not telling you that this is the way things should be, I'm saying that this is the way things are, beauty rules. "You have to except it and believe that there is nothing wrong with having a sexy body. Key words to remember. If you have it and hide it, it's not sexy or good looking. If you flaunt it, it's sexy and beautiful. I don't care, if you're a double E or an A cup, if you flaunt it, it will be sexy." "I'm beginning to understand, but my sexual urges are not the same as attaining power from flaunting my tits. I don't want to be one of those women who will fuck anything with a stiff prick." "Oh, Honey. Your confusing two different things. Flaunting your tits and wanting to get laid can over lap, but they are not the same. Let me ask you; in the past six years, how many different pricks have you had your hand around?" "Just Bill and now William." "Wow, two men, you are a wanton hussy. Tell me, give me a number. How many different men would a woman have to fuck to be considered a slut in your book." "If you put it that way, it's a tough question to answer, I guess, it really depends on the woman and how she goes about choosing the men." "Thank you very much. That's the answer I was looking for. It all depends on the woman. Now, I need you to tell me, have you fucked enough men yet?" Beth thought for only a minute, before the answer became clear to her. "No, I haven't, but I do know that the choice is mine to make." "You are an A student. Come on Honey, we have some more flaunting to do tonight. Let's get ready." ----- "Tanya, why won't you tell me where we're going tonight and what's in those small boxes that arrived?" "For the fourth time, it's a surprise. You're worse than a two year old at Christmas. Now, leave me alone, so I can try and get the sand out of places that I never thought you could get sand in. Then I want to relax and soak in this swimming pool of a tub." For some unexplained reason, Beth felt like she was on pins and needles. She was pacing the floor when Tanya finally came out. "Well, are you going to tell me now?" "So help me, if you ask again, I'm leaving you behind tonight. Go in there and take a relaxing bubble bath, get all the sand out of every orifice, you probably have more in you than I did, so check everywhere. When you come out, I'll tell you everything." ----- When Beth came out, there were two identical, silk evening dresses. One in blood red the other in virgin white. They were seductive, yet elegant. One shoulder was bare, giving it a Dionysian look. The bust line was low and loose, the back of the dress plunged two inches below the waist line. It was tight across the belly, then flowed loosely in folds to mid-calf. The sight of them thrilled Beth and sent a tingle of sexual expectation through her body. "You like?" Tanya's voice interrupted her sensual viewing of the dresses. "They are incredible. How did you get them?" "That's nothing. Look at this." She held a large and unmistakable blue and gold jewelry box out, prompting Beth to take it. "Go on, open it," she said excitedly. There was an oval platinum and diamond pendent, the size of an egg. It was intricately done with bold filigree and it hung on a serpentine platinum chain. There was a half inch wide tennis bracelet of the same basic design and diamond stud earrings. Beths excitement was evident as she voiced her thoughts in one breath. "Please, tell me were going to wear these out tonight, then tell me how you got all this and can I have the red dress?" "Yes, you can have the red dress, at least for tonight. "No, I did not get these. All this is Carols idea, rather Doctor Rhodes idea. She arranged everything, she even picked out the dresses and made the dinner arrangements for us. "We're going to Chanticleers, it's a new French restaurant in downtown LA." With an air of formality and a flourish of her hands, Tanya announced, "We will be dining with the owner and head of the law firm that represents The Rhodes Clinic. You may even know him, he also has a big law office in Atlanta, Randy Howe of the..." Beth turned ashen and finished the sentence for Tanya, in a disapproving voice. "Randy Howe, - of Howe and Folkum. We use to joke that they were looking for a third partner, with the name Dewy. That way they could call themselves Dewy, Folkum and Howe." It didn't take a PHD. to see the sudden change in Beth. "Dish," Tanya told her! "Tell me what just happened when I mentioned Randy Howe's name." Beth took a deep breath, "Many, many years ago Randy and I almost became intimate..." "Stop. Clarify, what does, almost intimate, mean." "It means, he tried to fuck me in the back of his new limousine and I came very close to letting him. My strict catholic up-bringing stopped me. Randy never asked me out again." "So, that's it. That one incident, a very long time ago, that's what caused you to spit his name out like it was a bug that just flew in your mouth. I know there's more." Beth's eyes were glassed over as a flood of memories began to replay themselves in her mind. "Four years ago, I represented his wife in a very nasty and dirty divorce that went to trial. We had a lot of very graphic pictures of Randy fucking a young secretary, from his law firm. To be honest, it didn't seem to all fit together, but my job was to represent my client as best I could. To shorten a long story. His wife got their house and half his money and investments. When the trial was over, Randy came up to me, his strong six foot two frame loomed over me and with rage in his eyes he vowed that someday he'd get his revenge on me." Beth spoke as if she were reliving that moment. Tanya's brain was working over-time and she was beginning to feel faint. She had seen the stationary and the lawyers name, Carl Folkum. Beth was lost in her own thoughts and paid no notice to Tanya's reactions. Tanya was quickly putting on her short cut sweats while saying, "Beth honey, I just remembered about Sylvia Katz, back at the clinic, could I have some privacy while I discuss her situation with Doctor Rhodes. Thank you honey." Beth heard and understood Tanya's request, but was in a semi-trance, thinking about Randy. She had loved him, those so many years ago and she thought he was in love with her. When he never called her, she remembered how devastated she was and how lost she felt. Beth suddenly shook her head, clearing her thoughts. This is today, she told herself, not twenty four years ago. With a rush of energy, she burst in on Tanya. "Tanya, we're going to that dinner and I'm going to flaunt my tits under his nose." With that she returned to the other bedroom and began applying makeup. "What in the hell was that," Carol Rhodes asked the stunned Tanya. "She wants to show off in front of Randy Howe tonight. Should I tell her?" Carol paused in thought, "No. If I know Randy, he'll make sure she knows before the night is out. He'll try and get his pound of flesh from her. This will be a good test for her. You can only protect her so much Tanya. It's time for her to realize what she has." "I hope your right, Carol." "Don't worry, she'll be fine, you'll see. As for our Mr. Howe, I expect a full report of tonight's activities. This way I'll know exactly how much flesh to rip off his bones." ----- When they stepped off the elevator, everyone within seeing distance fell quiet, seemingly content to do nothing more than gaze at the embodiment of female sexuality and feel the passionate energy radiating from these two as they walked through the lobby to the waiting limo. Beth could feel the power she now held. She knew it didn't come from subjugation. No. This power was willingly given to her in appreciation for what she was giving others. People were willing to give more of themselves, in return for what she was giving them. Tanya was right, it is a win, win for everyone. In the back of her mind, she was wondering if she could use this power to get back at Randy Howe for dumping her so many years ago. On the ride into LA, Tanya tried to keep the conversation light. "I don't know about you Beth, but I'm afraid that when I stand up, there will be a wet spot on the back of my dress. The feel of silk against my ass and nipples has me on the edge of wanting to come and I'm thinking my pussy may start to drip any minute now." "Thanks Tanya. I thought I had my urges under control. Now my titties are starting to ache. So before I plop them out and madly start twisting my knobs, like I was trying to tune in an old radio, let's change the subject." "That's fine with me," she said, as she pulled a small hankie from her clutch. Then proceeded to hike her dress up and blot. She then put it back in her clutch. "That's disgusting." "I know. I figure I may need it again and on the bright side, I may just pull it out during dinner and wave it around." "You are a pervert." Beth giggled, as they drove up to the restaurant entrance. Chanticleer's was all class. The dining area was the size of a basketball court though it had only thirty tables and a small dance floor. It was easy to see, these people did not make their money off volume. The Bar area, was considerably smaller, with the same number of bistro style tables, crowded close together. The atmosphere considerably less formal. The Maitre d', was not rude, though he was French, always a nice surprise. He did have a momentary loss of reserve, as his eyes were captured by the red and white vision of beauty and sex. As they entered, they were framed in the doorway of his restaurant and all else seemed to blur around them. Tanya spoke as the Maitre d' stepped forward to greet them. "We have reservations under Rhodes Clinic." "Aaah Yeess. The two gentlemen that are expecting you are in the bar. They asked me to escort you to them when you arrived. I am sure they will not be disappointed when they see you." Beth could tell Tanya took offense, not only to the Maitre d', but towards the audacity of the men expecting them. "I don't intend to be rude or crass, so I hope you won't take offense. We are the representatives of Rhodes Clinic, Carol... You do know Carol?" "Yes, yes I know Doctor Rhodes, very well. "Carol, would not have sent us here on a business meeting to be treated with this disrespect." "No, No. I meant no disrespect. I was following the request of the men, that is all. Please, I am so sorry if I offended you." "No offense was taken from you. Carol will be happy to know how well you have treated us. It is our male guests who seem to be under the impression that we are here for their beck and call; that I have a problem with. "Bethany and I are going to use your powder room. When we return, we would appreciate some Chardonnay, to be served at our table. I will let you know, when I think it is appropriate for you to hall the two gentleman out of the bar and tell them that they may now join us at the dining table." Once in the privacy of the marble and tile bathroom, Tanya softened. "Beth, I want you to know that neither Carol or I knew anything about Randy Howe and you. We don't want to see you hurt. Please, try and remember that. No matter what happens to night." "Don't worry about a thing. My only goal is to get Randy to drool over my tits and then throw it in his face that he dumped me. I'm guessing, he won't even recognize me." ----- Beth and Tanya were pleasantly talking to each other, sipping their wine, when they viewed the Maitre d', escorting two well dressed and very handsome men towards them. Tanya could tell Beth's eyes were locked on Randy. She gave her arm a nudge. "If you stand or make any kind of a welcoming gesture when they get here, I'll give your shin a kick so hard you'll have a black and blue until you're sixty." When they arrived, Beth could only look at Randy. Her old feelings for him were surfacing again and her mind was telling her that if she had to do it all over again, she would let him fuck her in the back of his first limo. She couldn't help but think that if she had, he would be hers now. She was reeled back to earth by a light kick from Tanya. "Well, I see you two handsome gentlemen have finally had enough bar time and decided to join us for a little dinner." Neither man could respond. They may have been unhappy with the summons they got, but they were both happy now. Neither could move, they just stared, as the blood from their brains, drained to their dicks. "Well, well boys, sit down, I'm starved." With no formality, they sat. Randy was the first to reach across the table, hand extended to Tanya. "Sorry for the delay ladies, we had no idea you were waiting for us in here. I'm Randy Howe." Tanya took his hand, "It's a pleasure Randy, and I know Paul. Bethany, honey, This is Paul Collins, he owns the law firm that takes care of all our legal needs." Paul now leaned across the table, offering his hand to Beth. "It's a pleasure to meet you Bethany. Randy and I are partners in the law firm her in Los Angeles. He mostly practices in his other law firm, back in Atlanta. Well, Tanya, it seems I finally get my wish. I've asked you out several times and now here you are, remind me to thank Carol for this." Tanya glossed over Paul's statement. "I'm starved, lets order." She was looking at Randy and did not like the way he was studding Beth's face. Randy found himself drawn to this attractive creature. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he had meet her before. Bethany, Bethany, he kept running her name over and over again in his mind. Beth! Oh my God, Beth. It can't be. This can't be her, not all the way out in California. He felt a thrill run thru him at the possibility. He looked more closely at her face, her eyes. Her hazel eyes that he loved so much, the ones that he felt he could get lost in as he looked into them. His memories of the love he felt for her were filling his mind. Until he came across the one of her pushing him away and of her words. When she told him she didn't want him anymore. What was he thinking, his mind clearing and began to fill with revenge. She had almost destroyed him twice. They were almost done with their meal. The conversation, what there was of it, was strained, when suddenly Randy asked, "Tell me Bethany, where are you originally from? "You remind me of an old flame that stuck a knife in my back twice." Tanya braced herself, for the storm that was to come. She was surprised as she watched Beth tear a small piece of bread from a roll and calmly butter it. "I live in Atlanta, Randy, you should know that, but I am not the Beth Winters you knew then." "Evidently not," Randy replied. "Either you have a sugar daddy out here or some hidden assets I don't know about. You're certainly not dressed like a woman that has no money. I'll have to check you out more closely and make sure we have tied up every penny you have or had. I'm really looking forward..." He stopped as he noticed the bewildered expression on her face. "What are you talking about. Of course I have money and some investments." Beth was turning very upset, tears were beginning to form at the corners of her eyes and fear was beginning to contort her face. Randy felt his sails empty. His thirst for revenge seemed to vanish, replaced by regret. He swallowed. "You don't know about all your assets being frozen?" Before Beth could answer, Tanya took her by the shoulders, making her turn so they were face to face. "Beth, I didn't know that this bastard was behind this, until you said you knew him. When the check for your second month at the clinic came back. We found that all your assets had been frozen. We checked further and found that a palimony law suit had been filed against you by Bob Yates and that he was represented by Attorney Carl Folkum. It didn't come together until you told me the full name of the Atlanta Law Firm that Randy Howe owned. "Carol put in for a continuance on your behalf, but I'll tell you all about that when we're alone." Beth was looking into Tanya's eyes. "Who paid the medical bills and for the rest of my therapy." "I paid for some, at least what I could. When Carol found out what I was doing, she called me in the office. When I explained why I felt I needed to do this, you became a company paid case study. "Beth, I need you to go back to Atlanta, fight this suit and beat this ass hole." Beth took a moment before she took Tanya's hand. She looked her in the eyes, "How can I ever repay you for what you have done for me. You have helped me become a new and better person and I love you for it. Thank you Tanya." Beth stood and like the calm before a storm, looked down at Randy, "You orchestrated this palimony suit?" He shook his head, "Don't blame Bill, when I heard what happened, I approached him. At first he didn't want to do it. When I reminded him of a big favor he owed me, he then consented. "I'm sorry I did this to you. I was angry. As I think about it, I'm still angry at you. Helping my x-wife steel half my money. Those pictures were a set up and you know it. You set up the entire scenario, no sex at home, then a horny seductive girl and you had the camera set at just the right spot in the office. "Now it was my turn to get Bill half your money. I wanted to see how you felt when it happened." By the time Randy was finished his voice was loud. The entire restaurant was looking at him. Beth began speaking very softly and in total control. "So, Randy. Are you going to be representing Bill at the trial?" Sounding dejected, Randy spoke. "No. Carl will. I'll get him to drop everything and your assets will be free in a few days." "For what it's worth, I didn't set up those pictures. Your wife paid a private investigator. He got them. When she came in to enlist my services, she presented me with the pictures. In case you have forgotten, it's our responsibility to represent our clients to the best of our ability. "As for this stunt of yours. You may think you're trying to fuck me, but you see this." She pulled up her dress, exposing her naked ass and cunt. She took a wide stance and thrust her hips forward displaying her pussy. "I say whose prick gets to fill this hole and you don't have the balls for it." Beth let her dress fall, as she turned and headed out of the restaurant. Tanya noticed all of the patrons were straining their neck to get a good look at the exposed pussy and or ass, depending on their angle of view. Randy, Paul and the Maitre d', were going to need CPR. Tanya stood, ready to follow Beth out to the limo. As she turned she heard a desperate voice. "Beth: Beth don't go! - Beth! - Don't leave me again." Beth had just vanished around a corner and Randy seemed to crash back into his chair, eyes still fixed on the spot where he last saw her. Tanya snapped at him, "What do you mean, don't leave me again." Randy had a dumb founded look as the Maitre d' came over. "This is totally unacceptable behavior, I will have to ask you to leave and I will be calling Doctor Rhodes in the morning." "Shush, we'll leave in a minute," Tanya snapped. "Well Randy, I'm waiting." "Years ago, I guess it was a lot of years ago, I was in love with Beth. She was smart, sharp witted, she had beautiful eyes and I thought she love me too.