1 comments/ 8740 views/ 0 favorites Demanding Supply Ch. 01 By: KGpuppy Chapter 1: A Christmas to Remember Amanda was a perfect example of a "nuclear" child; she grew up in a nice house in suburbia, with both parents, did well in school, had well-behaved friends, and stayed out of trouble. When it came down to it, you could say she was living the "American" dream. In high school, she had perfect grades, wrote for the school paper, and earned herself a scholarship. College was as impressive, having earned her degree in "publicity writing". Essentially, writing the dialogue for advertisements. Considering the billions of dollars that are spent every year by companies in that area, if you have any marketable talent; you have a job. That's how she met her first boyfriend by the way, at work. Jack was a graphic artist, mostly taking care of the photo-editing and video editing for commercials and signs. They met when working on the same project, and shortly thereafter, hit it off. For someone of only 20 years old, things were lining up fairly well. After a few months though, Jack was offered a project that he couldn't turn down; Amanda wouldn't have let him anyhow. It was a career maker. Succeed on a big project like this one, and you're set. Mess it up, and you might want to get into a different line of work. The only problem was that Jack was going to be overseas for 3 months, in Switzerland. That was going to be a little rough, but it was going to be worth it. Aside from internet chat, and the occasional phone call; there wasn't much contact. They were both pretty busy with their work anyhow. At least Amanda wouldn't be alone, aside from the entire Christmas holidays; she'd have her friend Amy to keep her company. Too bad Amy would be flying back to London for 2 weeks, which was going to suck for Amanda. There's something you need to know about Amy, she is bisexual. I know this might seem like a random think to point out; but it's necessary for you if you're going to understand the following phone call. Amanda: "Hi Amy, I'm going out Christmas shopping, what do you want?" Amy: "Same thing I asked for last year..." Amanda: "Hahaha, a threesome with me and Jack?" Amy: "Exactly!" Amanda: "I don't know if I could do that, I think it would be kind of weird; considering I've known you since we were kids." Amy: "Yeah, we've taken baths together as kids; we've seen each other naked, so we are already ahead of the game." Amanda: "That doesn't count, we were kids! That was years ago!" Amy: "Good point, maybe we should do it again; as a refresher." Amanda: "I knew you were going to say that. Alright, I'll talk to you later." Amy: "About sharing a bath?" Amanda: "No, about what I got you for Christmas." Amanda hung up, and figured she'd check her email before going shopping. She was pleasantly surprised to have received an email back from Jack before he had gone back to work. She was even more surprised when she noticed that he had sent her a nude picture of himself! Amanda: "Oh my God, I can't believe he just did that!" Here was a picture of Jack, from the neck down; wearing nothing but a candy-cane that was hanging off of his hard cock. Under it there was a caption that read: "Merry Christmas, want a lick?" Amanda didn't know whether to piss herself laughing, or to delete the picture in case someone found it on her computer. Amanda and Jack used email addresses that her parents didn't know about when dealing with "inappropriate" conversations, and their regular ones for tame topics. This was because Amanda had a suspicion that her father was monitoring her emails somehow, and didn't want to risk him reading all of their sometimes quite steamy email exchanges. She turned off her computer, and headed towards the bus stop. The 24 year old couldn't stop thinking about the email Jack had just sent her. Sure it was funny, hell; it was hot also. Amanda just didn't quite know what to make of it, and what to do. "I'll think about it later, I need to finish my shopping first." On her way back from the store, she stopped over at Amy's; to make sure she was happy with her gift. Seeing the bulky bags, Amy couldn't resist but commenting. Amy: "There's no way Jack is one of those bags, well; maybe one of his parts are." Amanda: "You're never going to drop that, are you?" Amy: "If I got my hands on it? Hell no!" Amanda: "You know what I meant." Amy: "Sorry, I can't help it. Your man is fucking HOT!, and so are you. Amanda couldn't help but blush, even though she had become somewhat comfortable with flattery from men; there was something a little awkward when it came from another woman...especially one that had no problem telling you regularly how much she'd enjoying fucking you. Amanda: "I need your advice on something." Amy: "Shoot." Amanda carried on and explained the email she got from Jack, and the picture. Amy couldn't help but use the opportunity to ask to see it. Not thinking about it, Amanda logged in to her email account; and opened the email. Amy had to do everything she could to resist drooling all over the place. Amy: "You weren't kidding. Did you send him one back?" Amanda: "WHAT? Of course not!" Amy: "Why not?" Amanda: "I don't take nude pictures of myself, and I sure as hell wouldn't send them to someone!" Amy: "No problem, I can take the pictures and send them myself." Amanda: "I'm trying to be serious here! I'm not kidding!" Amy: "I'm being serious too, and I'm not kidding either. Look, he sent you a nude picture; yes. You only know it's him, because you know what he looks like naked; since his face isn't in the shot. What I'm saying is that you could do the same, considering he's practically the only person that's seen you naked since you were 7." Amanda: "You think I should?" Amy: "You're asking the wrong person, I'd say anything to get you naked." Amanda: "Good point. As long as my face wasn't showing, I suppose it would be safe enough." Amy: "If you let me take the shots, and I can crop out your face afterwards; and you could email them from here. Your folks wouldn't know or suspect a thing." Amanda: "You know, that's not a half bad idea. Alright, let's do it." Amy: "Be careful the way you say that, it's making it harder for me to breathe." Amanda: "Hahaha, right; sorry. Ok, ummm...shall we?" Amy: "Much better. Sure." Amanda: "Where do you want me?" Amy: "Amanda! Don't talk like that! Let me get my camera and tripod." Amanda: "Oh my, sorry. I didn't mean that way. You have a Tripod? Wow, you are prepared." Amy:"Wait until you see the wardrobe I have for you. You can wear anything I have, as long as I get it back today; and unwashed." Amanda: "Fair enough." Amy led Amanda to her bedroom, and let her go through her clothes; after browsing her selection...Amanda had selected her clothing, and started to undress right in front of Amy. Amy: "What the hell are you doing?" Amanda:"I'm getting changed." Amy: "Don't you want some privacy?" Amanda: "Why, I'm going to be nude on camera in a few minutes." Amy took a deep breath, trying to steady her heartbeat; the anticipation was tremendous. Amy: "True enough. Just do me a small favor, and take your time a bit?" Amanda:"I suppose I could, if anything; you could take pictures of me getting dressed in the lingerie...and we could run them backyards to make it look like I'm stripping instead." Amy: "That could work. Alright, go for it." Amy got her camera ready in record time, and started to take pictures of Amanda. After at least a hundred shots, she put the camera away; and sat down. Amanda: "Why are you sitting down?" Amy: "I'm done taking pictures, and I'd like to thoroughly watch you strip out of it now." Amanda: "Well, how about you take pictures of me stripping out of this; and guide me." Amy: "Guide you?" Amanda: "You know, like photographers do. Tell me what to do to make the poses hotter." Amy: "Oh my, this is going to be difficult for me." Amanda: "Please?" Amy: "Alright, get on the bed." Amanda: "Yes Ma'am." *Giggles* Over the next half-hour, Amy had a blast. She got a chance to tell Amanda exactly what to do, how to strip, and how to pose. There was no way that she could have been more turned on at that moment. She guided Amanda with verbal commands for every position to take. Amy: "I need to call it quits. I can't take it anymore." Amanda: "Alright, I'll get dressed." Amy: "I'll go and look through what we have, and pick the best ones. I'll crop your head out of the shot, and show you the end product." Amanda: "Sounds good, I'll catch up with you." Amy loaded all of the pictures on her computer, and quickly selected the hottest dozen of them, cropped out Amanda's face; in record time. Amanda: "You're done already?!?!?!" Amy: "Let's just say that it was easy for me to pick my favorites." Amanda:"Well, you definitely picked the best ones." Amy: "Ready to email them?" Amanda:"I might as well do it before I chicken out." Amy moved out of her seat for Amanda; and after a few deep breaths from both of them over the next few minutes, the email was sent. Amanda: "Wow, I can't believe I just did that." Amy:"Do you mind if I keep the originals? In all technicalities, I did take them with my camera; so in a way, I do own the copyright to them." *Laughter* Amanda realized that there was some risk behind leaving a copy of the originals with someone else, because her face wasn't cropped out of them. For some odd reason though, the idea of having a "rogue" set in Amy's hands appealed to her; though she didn't quite know why. Amanda: "Alright, fair enough; they are yours. You did earn them." Amy's new collection would definitely keep her dreams interesting for quite some time; since some of the pictures were somewhat risky, especially to leave in someone else's hands . Amy: "They are mine?" Amanda: "Yes Amy, those pictures are yours; you own them." Amy: "I just love how it sounds." Amanda: "Fine, I'll repeat it for you again. Every SINGLE, un-cropped, nude picture of me is your PROPERTY forever. Happy now?" Amy: "Deal! Now get out of here, before I ask you to keep saying it. I need to take care of myself." Amanda: "I'm sure they will go to VERY good use, thanks again; and I'll call you later." Amy: "No, thank YOU!" Amanda grabbed her bags and made her way home; sneaking in so no one would see what she had got them for Christmas. Unpacking, and gift-wrapping everything right away; she got it all out of the way within an hour. As expected, Jack was absolutely blown away by her email. They were both shocked that Amanda had done that. Jack: "I can't believe you did that; and I'm extremely grateful. You wouldn't believe how much I miss you, in every sense of the word." Amanda couldn't help but blush reading his words; he was so cute sometimes. There wasn't much time to dwell on it though; she had a ton of things to do over the next week and barely enough time to do it in. Between visiting family, Christmas dinners, and all that other crap; she still needed to make time to see Amy again before she left to go home for the holidays. To be continued... Demanding Supply Ch. 02 As expected the next week had been busier than fun, and the week after that; lonely. Amy had dropped off the radar while in London; and she didn't get to talk with her much, aside from the occasional text messages sent back and fro every few days until she got back. Fortunately, the week after that was awesome; Jack had finished the project early, and was able to come and visit her! Amy stayed out of the way, knowing that there was a lot of sexual frustration that needed to be dealt with. Jack had returned to Switzerland, and a few weeks later; Amanda really didn't feel well. It was bad enough for her to go and see her doctor. He drew some blood and had it send for testing. It took several long and agonizing days to hear any news about it. When she finally got the phone call, she learned that she had contracted an STD. But how? The only person she had sex with was Jack...that's when she realized it; he had given it to her. The only way he could have contracted it is if he had...Oh my God! Amanda was crushed. Jack had cheated on her while in Europe, and had given her an infection. She was furious. Amanda barely made it to the pharmacy to pick up her antibiotics and back home without breaking down in tears once again. After several attempts at reading the prescription bottle through her tear-soaked, and blurry eyes. Two weeks of these pills, and she'd be rid of it. As soon as she got home from the pharmacy, she called him; and confronted him. Jack was very apologetic, though it was futile. Jack: "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it; I really didn't mean for anything to happen." Amanda: "You're so dead! I can't believe you cheated on me! I also can't believe you got me sick! Jack: "I'm sorry, I should have worn a condom; I figured she would be safe. I didn't know she had anything." Amanda: "You son of a bitch! Who was it? Who did you fuck?" Jack: "Amy." Amanda: "WHAT?! My friend Amy?" Jack: "Yes." Everything started to make sense, Amy had gone to London for two weeks; and had dropped off the side of the world. She had probably taken a flight to Switzerland, fucked Jack, and snuck back home; thinking it was the perfect crime. It very well could have been, if it hadn't been for the infection that had made its way from Amy to her. Amanda: "That backstabbing whore! I'm going to kill her!" Jack: "I'm so sorry." Amanda: "I don't care if you're sorry. I never want to hear from you again! I'm going to make sure that you pay for this!" Jack:"I wouldn't do that if I was you." Amanda:"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't." Jack:"It would be a shame if those pictures you sent me got out." Amanda:"Don't try that shit with me, I know you're not dumb enough to try something like that." Jack:"You'll see." Jack hung up on her, and sure enough, within 15 minutes; Amanda received an email in her inbox from Jack; it having also been sent it out to all of her friends, family, and co-workers. Amanda couldn't believe what had just happened. She was ruined! That fucker had just ruined her completely within seconds! She knew sending him those pictures were a stupid idea; and this was why. Amanda started to sob, and then cry. Her career was over, her family would definitely be kicking her out to the street once they were through with yelling at her, and she'd probably end up losing her job too. To top it all off, she got an STD out of all this. The email was sent, there was no undoing that. Just when Amanda thought there was no way out of this, she realized that she had one saving point; none of those pictures actually showed her face, and no one but Jack actually knew what she looked like naked. Over the next week, the denial and shock campaign started. Amanda acted as legitimately shocked as possible with anyone that mentioned them, and intentional laughed about his attempts to distract away from his infidelity. Everyone believed her, not only because she was so convincing; but mostly because many people had pointed out that Jack was a graphic artist, he could have easily faked them. Amanda hadn't thought of that. It was completely believable. The harder Jack tried to convinced people that the pictures were of Amanda, the less people believed him; he even ended up losing his job over it. Karma's a bitch. Having dealt with Jack, and the ensuing slander war; Amanda turned her attention to Amy, having been the cause of all of this in the first place. She called Amy right away; it requiring three attempts to dial the correct numbers in her fury. Amanda's rage did not falter during the five rings it took to summon Amy to the phone. Amy: "Hey babe!" Amanda: "You fucking whore! How could you do that to me! You lied to me, and you fucked my man behind my back! I'm going to kill you!" Amy: "No you're not." Amanda: "Why the hell not?" Amy: "Because you forget that even though no one believed Jack that those pictures were of you, I'm pretty sure they will believe mine." Amanda: "What?" Amy: "Amanda, I set you up. I told Jack to send you that picture, because I knew you'd ask me for help to take pictures of you. You always come to me for advice. When I took all of those pictures for you, I saved all of the originals; not just for my viewing pleasure but also as insurance. What made it even easier is that you practically begged me to keep a copy of them. So I really didn't to worry about keeping them a secret." Amanda: "You planned all of this?!?!?!" Amy: "I knew there was a chance of me getting caught, so I wanted to make sure I could keep you quiet." Amanda:"So you get away with all of this?" Amy: "You don't mention that it was me that did it, and no one ever sees these pictures. I also keep them off the internet." Amanda: "I don't have much of a choice, I guess. I lose no matter what happens." Amy: "No, you don't. Two good things came out of this Amanda." Amanda: "What?" Amy: "I finally got to sleep with Jeff, and you got rid of a cheating boyfriend." Amanda: "Yeah, well a lot more bad things came from it. Bye Amy." Amanda was devastated, she had lost her first boyfriend, and a friend reaching back to her childhood, all in the same hour. Her world was collapsing around her as every day went by, and it didn't look like there was anything that she could do about it. Demanding Supply Ch. 03 Chapter 3: A New Beginning Even though her family did not focus any blame on their daughter, it was easy to see how concerned they had been about what had happened. The pictures that had been emailed around so many times over the last few weeks might not have been of their daughter; but it was obvious that they were wondering: 'What if they had been of her?' You'd think that in this case of situation, at least your family would have your back; no matter what happened. It was obvious to Amanda that this might not exactly be the case after all. She had a feeling that her parents may never look at her the same way again, without any fault on her behalf. Her ex-boyfriend had apparently managed to do just as much damage with the cropped pictures as he would have been able to with the originals. In the end though, she had managed to save her reputation for the most part. Amanda tried to look on the bright side of everything that had happened, as difficult as that was. Jack had cheated on her before they were married or had kids, which had made it much easier to part ways; no messy divorce, or custody battles. Even though she had contracted an STD, it was one of the easiest kind to treat; having taken the last of the pills close to a full week ago, with no sign of it. Most importantly, no one had believed Jack's claims about her pictures; which had ended up being her saving grace, protecting her reputation. Finally, Amy promised to not show the original pictures to anyone, as long as her backstabbing and sleeping around remained a secret. It was obvious that Amy had been so concerned about her own reputation, that she had gone out of her way to use Amanda's as a shield. As long as everyone remained quiet about what had happened, all it really came down to was someone using her nude pictures as porn. For some reason, that last part had a nice ring to it; she was someone's secret porn collection. Trying to focus on what she was originally listing, she remembered that Jack had been fired; not because of the pictures, nor who it involved, but merely for slandering another person. It did not show any sign of professionalism, and reflected poorly on the company. Jack getting fired did create a job opening; and it would be far from her suspicious, and now icy family. Later that evening, Amanda decided to email the European Division of her company; presenting herself as a candidate for Jack's job. Probably out of sympathy for having been slandered and cheated on, Amanda did get accepted for the job. She was to pack her bags and catch a flight as soon as possible. Things were finally starting to look up. Fortunately the company didn't care about nude pictures of you being passed around the internet; for all they were concerned, what you did in your own time was your business, not theirs. As long as it didn't affect your work performance, attendance, or the company's image; it was all good. Even though moving to another country was somewhat of a challenge, she wasn't headed to Switzerland as she first anticipated. Amanda was being transferred to, South Africa. That would definitely be one hell of an adventure. Her parents took the news well; wishing her good luck, and at the same time, relief that she was leaving them. It was obvious that they still resented her having 'associated' with someone like Jack for so long; having only recently seen exactly what kind of person he really was. Amanda couldn't care less about trying to defend herself anymore; she was honestly half tempted to confess to everyone, the truth behind the pictures...just to get it over with. Taking everything she could fit into her two suitcases, anything that remained behind would be put into storage until she decided its fate. Within hours of having been promoted to her new overseas post; a courier was ringing her doorbell to deliver her plane ticket. To her surprise, he was not a courier but a driver! There was a car outside waiting to bring her to the airport. Since she was ready to go, it didn't take more than a few minutes before the car was moving again. Delivered directly to the boarding area, and speeding through security; Amanda was in her seat within an hour from answering her door. The flight was long, the customs on arrival were hectic; but the condo the company had paid for her was beautiful. Walking out onto her balcony, the view made it all worthwhile. Gazing off in the distance, she could the ocean; meaning the beach was only going to be a short walk away. After a few days to settle in, she started her new job. To be in such a peaceful and beautiful place, but not getting a chance to enjoy it was a terrible irony. Between the long hours, big projects, and sometimes late nights; several weeks had passed before she had any substantial time for herself. She hoped to get a chance to check out the beach at some point while she was here. On her first Friday night in almost a month, Amanda was sitting on her couch; barely paying attention to what was on Tv. Most of her attention was focusing on the events that had taken place over the last month or so, which had brought her here. One of the things that she couldn't help returning her thoughts to; was how long it had been since she had been laid. Even masturbation had been unsatisfying the last few weeks; resembling more of a daily routine, than an actual attempt at temporary happiness. In her currently neglected state, not getting any real relief was starting to take a bit of a toll on her inhibitions. Her thoughts returned to Amy having all of those compromising pictures of her; she was still more than likely using them to get off herself. Those pictures being held hostage wasn't as terrifying now as it was at first. If anything, there was something that was kind of exciting about it. Amanda let her mind wander a bit, thinking about all of her friends and family that had seen her naked; without actually have known that they were the real deal. She knew that some of those people had definitely saved them. There was no way that she could deny to herself that she wasn't worth at least a second look. Her mind continued to wander, and with them; so did her eyes. They roamed the room absentmindedly for a bit, before settling on two items; her laptop, and her digital camera. Amanda's thoughts started to focus a bit more, and her hands purposefully made their own way down her pants; her latest thoughts having initiated some sort of automatic process. The more she continued to think about it, the more difficult the urge was becoming to resist. She wanted to do something naughty again. She needed to feel the same kind of rush she had felt when Amy had emailed those pictures to Jack. She needed something to start a fire inside her, that would heat her as much as that photo shoot had done. Giving in, Amanda turned on her computer. She'd been so busy over the past month; she had definitely been neglecting herself. After about an hour of roaming her usual chat rooms, she was slightly disappointed to see that most of them were either almost empty; or full of people just idling. There were tons of rooms for her to visit, and she figured that a change would flow well with all of the other changes she'd gone through recently. There was no denying that she had been getting bored with the same old, rather tame erotic chat rooms she usually frequented. That's right, Amanda preferred reading her porn; rather than watching it. Skipping ahead to the BDSM room listings; she looked for a room that might be more suited for the kind of mood she was hoping on being in later. The room listings all seemed to look the same; BDSM slaves, slave recruitment, the dungeon, and so on. There were a few rooms that did seem to be a little more original. One room that particularly caught her eye was called: "Exhibitionist Fantasies". She joined it. She quickly discovered that the group was geared toward "risky exposure". The idea, as the name implied, was to take a bit of a risk. Such as posting a revealing picture of yourself for either a brief period of time, or longer. While it was visible, you could see how many people had viewed it. The thought really appealed to her...and scared her too at the same time. She explained briefly that she was in fact new to a lot of the more "uncommon" practices of this section of the chat rooms. Amanda also explained that she was mostly just curious about seeing what else was out there in the big, bad world of "taboo". Everyone was more than happy to introduce themselves, and their user profiles were filled out meticulously; unlike her own. She had left hers blank, mostly out of shyness and not really knowing what to include. The members suggested that she read theirs for inspiration and at least attempt one of her own. By the time she was done; Amanda had learned a lot. One thing that seemed to be common with all of them was that they all had a picture of themselves included. Either they were showing only their face or even completely nude. As requested, she did attempt to provide at least a basic profile. Reading it over, it looked okay. She would definitely need to change it eventually but it was a good start. It didn't say too much, and it was better than nothing. The members applauded her effort but suggested a photo. Looking through what few photos she already had of herself; it was obvious that none of them were appropriate. Grad photos, xmas family pictures, and unsexy face shots were not going to cut it for this purpose. She also wasn't quite ready to post any nude pictures, though the idea was becoming more tempting by the minute. Many of the room members had links in their profile that directed people to websites where they had nude pictures uploaded. Amanda visited a few of them, and was somewhat impressed. Browsing some of the better quality sites, she was surprised to see how well laid out it was. In order to see more pictures, you needed to be a member, so she created an account on it. Surfing picture after picture, there was no concealing that she was getting seriously horny, and the temptation of doing something risky was increasing by the minute. She still had those cropped pictures of herself, and they didn't show her face. Uploading a picture of her face was something she could do anytime, anywhere...it was also something she had done plenty of times before; mostly on social networking sites. Now, uploading something "revealing" was a different matter entirely. The only question that she forced herself to answer; which was it going to be? Show her face, or upload something revealing? Amanda decided not to think it out fully; knowing what she would end up deciding, wouldn't be what she actually wanted to do. She selected the ten nude pictures that had almost got her in trouble, and uploaded them on impulse. The rush was more incredible than she had imagined it to be; and it got even better after a few minutes as the view counter started to tick upwards. Just having confirmation that people were seeing her naked was awesome. The fact that they were also giving her pictures a positive rating was just a bonus. By the time the views had reached 12, Amanda had already masturbated to completion. "I can't believe I did that, and I can't believe how much fun that was." Collapsing in bed, smiling; she slept better than she had since her arrival. Over the next week, she couldn't resist taking some new pictures of herself, sun tanning nude on her enclosed balcony; quickly cropping her face out of the image, and uploading them to the website. Most of the messages she received were deleted, being mostly offers for sex and other rude comments. Of course there were a lot of sincere and somewhat polite messages that were sincere appreciation for the pictures. Those individuals were added as "friends"; who were now also allowed to view her profile, comment on, and save her pictures. Allowing complete strangers to have their own copy of her pictures had been a risk but at the same time; too exciting to pass up. Adding more and more pictures, Amanda was surprised when she started getting bored with it. It wasn't as exciting as had originally been on that very special Friday night a week ago, and she started wondering what else she could do. She had quickly realized that she enjoyed exposing herself, even if only minimally; but it had always been somewhere where there had been very little chance of someone else seeing her. Asking some of her new "friends" for ideas, she was amazed at the simplicity of one of their suggestions. She had forgotten that the beach a short walk away was a clothing-optional one. It would as simple as going there in nothing but a swimsuit, and getting used to being around nude people. Once she was comfortable enough with it, or if there weren't too many people; she could try it herself. Wondering how she could carry her house key without any pockets; she considered a necklace at first, that is...until she found herself toying with her clit ring... To be Continued... Demanding Supply Ch. 04 Chapter 4: I Sea You Amanda figured that going there late evening would probably be her best bet, as there would be the least amount of visitors present. Since it was just after dinner time, the timing was about as good as it could be. She changed into her two-piece bikini, put on a pair of shorts on top, along with a tank top. Grabbing a bag for her towel, she locked her door; and put her house key in the bag, reconsidering her original plan of attaching it 'elsewhere'. The walk wasn't more than 10 minutes, and as expected; the beach was nowhere as crowded as she had anticipated. If everyone was spread out evenly, there would be about 100 feet between the towels. Walking further up the beach, the density dropped further. When she had found an area that was isolated enough, Amanda set down her towel, sat down, and started to observe. For the majority, there were a lot of people that were showing more than they should have; but that was standard no matter where you went. If she had to guess, she would have figured that roughly half had clothing and the other half was nude. Setting down her towel, Amanda removed her shorts and tank top; placing them in her tower bag. Knocking off her flip-flops, she threw them next to her bag. Being too dark to sun tan, the only thing to do was go swimming. She had stationed herself roughly 4 large strides from the water's edge, so she wouldn't have had far to go. As she stood up and walked off of her towel, Amanda stopped abruptly. Feeling the warm sand in her feet, and hearing the soft sound of the gentle waves hitting the beach; it was beautiful. Without even looking, or thinking; her hand made their way to her strings. She untied both the top and the bottom, and just let them fall...not caring where they landed. As soon as they were out of the way, she started to walk slowly towards the water; almost mesmerized by its beauty. With every step, the water crept up higher and higher on her body; until she was up to her neck. The sensation was amazing! Amanda had never skinny-dipped before, much less be nude outdoors, especially in a public place. Time ceased to exist as she soaked in the ocean, feeling like a pet fish released from a small glass bowl. By the time she became aware of the darkness, she had no idea as to how much time had been spent. Simply floating in the water, without fighting the current; it wasn't surprising that when she made her way back to the shore...she wasn't at the same place as before. Amanda started to get worried, with the falling light; the darkness had taken over, and she couldn't see her towel anymore. To be completely honest, she didn't even know which way she had drifted. Amanda started to walk, scanning the beach for her possessions, fearing that she may we walking the wrong way; or worse, that they had been taken. It wouldn't have been so bad if she still had her house key with her, at least she would have been able to make her way home. Even though it would have made walking a lot more 'difficult'. Simply thinking about it, and her predicament, automatically drove her hand towards her crotch. She didn't quite care right now about finding her clothes right away; she had more important 'things' to take care of, herself. Lying down at the edge of the water, she focused her thoughts to the scenery, the sounds, and of course; the urges that were growing inside her quickly. Every time a wave hit her feet, the sensation inside her grew in intensity. Her eyes were shut, her fantasies poured into her mind; as both hands roamed her body with aggression and intent, seeking relief. At first she was worried about being unable to find her clothes, and more importantly, her house key; now, it was the basis for why she was so horny. Until further notice, she was stranded; outside, without clothes, without identification, without anything. The more she thought about it, the more the tension built inside of her, and the louder her moans became. As the final wave hit her feet, so did the relief she sought for so much. Bursting out of her with incredible energy, it drowned out her awareness of her surroundings; that is, other than the sounds of her climax. As she opened her eyes, her heart jumped once again. Standing barely 20 feet from her was a figure standing, facing her. As her eyes focused, the shape started to provide more details; it was male. It spoke: Man: "Terribly sorry. I not mean scare you. I passing by and think I hear someone need help. I mean, someone in trouble." His choice of words were somewhat reassuring, but at the same time; provided a hint of humor. A few minutes ago, she could have used some 'help'; in a matter of speaking. It didn't help to calm her down much; out of nowhere someone had snuck up on her, when she had thought that she was alone! Looking around, she couldn't see anyone else nearby; and was worried about any 'ulterior' motives he may have. Amanda: "Ummm, I'm okay; sorry for the misunderstanding. I'll be leaving now." Man: "Good night. Sorry again." Amanda stood up, and even though she had no idea about which direction to walk in; picked one. There was a 50/50 chance that she'd be walking in the right direction. Deciding to increase her odds of finding her things sooner, she figured to ask her 'spectator': Amanda: "Did you happen to see a towel with a blue swimsuit, and a bag near it?" Amanda was a bit surprised when she noticed that he had maintained eye contact with her the whole time, seeming to not notice her nude form. Man: "Ja, 10 minutes walking ago." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, indicating the opposite direction that she had just planned on going in. She smiled to herself, pleased that her change of heart had paid off; asking him had saved her a lot of time and frustration. Amanda: "Thank you! I got distracted, and then it got dark." Man: "Bitte. I walk you if like?" She figured that he was probably safe, if he had wanted to do anything to her; he would have done it by now. There was also no point on trying to cover her body, he had seen just about as much as was possible anyhow. Amanda: "Sure, thanks." They started to walk together and tell each other about themselves. His name was Fredrick, and he was a free-lance photographer for nature magazines. He was engaged, unfortunately; and to another man at that. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Fred pointed behind her to her towel; since she had walked right past it, without noticing it. She surprised him by looking over at it, smiling, thanking him; and continuing to walk with him...leaving everything behind. Fred: "Not pick up things?" Amanda: "Later, I don't feel like carrying it. I know where it is now." Fred: "You liking being nude, yes?" Amanda: "Yes, a lot." Fred: "I like also. Since I young, I come here, you?" Amanda:"Honestly, this is my first time nude outside; and my first time here." Fred: "Oh, congratulations. You like?" Amanda: "Yes, a lot." Fred: "Why decide to try?" Amanda didn't know what to answer Fred. She could tell him it was just a spur of the moment thing, but she wouldn't believe herself, and neither would he. She decided to tell him the truth, she started from that email she got from Jack; to where she was right now. The whole time she explained, they continued to walk together down the beach; further and further from her swimsuit, towel, and bag. Amanda didn't quite know how to explain it, but purposely distancing herself again from it all, was appealing somehow. She was enjoying the feeling of being temporarily 'stranded' somewhere, knowing that her towel bag contained her only means to getting herself out of this situation. With every step she took, she was happy to distance herself from it once again. Fred: "Interesting. It is nice to see how this started for you. I am sorry to hear all the bad things that happen before, but I am happy that it bring you here." He smiled kindly to her; he hoped that he had chosen the right words, and had placed them in the right order. Too many times he had been slapped before for making such mistakes. Since Amanda had not done so yet, he figured that he had done well; especially since she had smiled. Amanda:"I'm pretty surprised about all of this happening, I don't feel like the same person anymore." Fred:"I not surprise. I think you comfortable more with body, and learn you like people looking you. Even more when nude." Amanda: "That makes a lot of sense." Fred: "Maybe your friend Amy need be thanked for all this happening." Amanda: "I suppose that's accurate, but to actually thank her?" Fred: "I not mean you go and do, more as...how say? way of speech? Amanda: "Figure of speech. I know what you meant." Fred: "Ja, that. If want to thank her, you could. Nothing stop you from doing, ja?" Amanda: "I haven't talked to her since all of this happened, it would be kind of awkward. I might though." They continued to walk, neither saying anything for a few minutes; until Fred spoke, the hesitation in his voice more obvious than usual. Fred: "It be okay, if I take pictures of you sometime?" Amanda: "Really? Actually, yes; I'd like that. I would REALLY enjoy that." Fred: "Here, take card. Call when want to do. It is late, I need go home now." Amanda: "Thanks, I will. It's been really nice meeting you Fred." Amanda reached around him, and gave him a hug; with a peck on the cheek. She couldn't help but enjoy the sensation of having a full contact hug with someone, her entire nude form pressed against him. Not to mention how nice it felt to feel a man's arms around her once again, gay or not. She started to make her way in the opposite direction, this time actually paying attention for her clothes. For the second time, she walked right passed them without noticing them. Her intuition told her to stop and look around, and it was by pure chance that she had noticed them in the distance. Eventually making her way to her clothes, she got dressed; somewhat reluctantly and made her way home. To Be Continued... Demanding Supply Ch. 05 Chapter 5: Life's a Beach Amanda made her way home, unsure about what she had just done; wondering what had gotten into her. Sure, she had had fun that was she wasn't denying. It had been a whole new experience for her; to have wandered away from her clothes, in public. For that short period of time, she had been for all intents and purposes; completely stranded. It had also been quite embarrassing to get caught masturbating by someone else! Sure, he had taken it well if anything, he was relieved that everything was fine; having been originally concerned that she might have been in trouble. They had really hit it off from the start, their walking and talking having lasted close to three hours; both of them sharing their life stories to each other. His last minute offer of photographing her had taken her a bit by surprise, sure; but it was obvious that she could trust him. If Fred had any intentions of hurting her, or raping her; he had plenty of opportunities to have done it already. Unclipping her key from her bag strap, she entered her home; a smile on her face. Taking off her clothes, she started with a hot shower; embarrassed at the places sand had made their way. By the time she shut off the water, Amanda had made her mind; she was going to call Fred tomorrow. Her last thoughts as she drifted off to sleep, were of him. His arms wrapped around her, his breath in her ear, the warmth of his chest, and the sound of his voice. The sounds of the world around her, roused her from her blissful sleep; and she fought hard to return to it. Giving up, she rolled over and reached for her phone. After a few rings, a voice answered in Dutch; introducing itself as being Fredrick. After a few pleasantries; they arranged to meet for lunch. She quickly got dressed; knocking out any sand that was still left in her swimsuit. Throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, she hurried out the door. Fred was at the restaurant already, having seated himself at a table in the corner. Joining him, they continued to talk about the same things they had shared about each other the night before. By the time they were done eating, he had brought up photographing her again. Amanda had hoped he would, and accepted the offer. Paying the bill, they left together; the short walk explaining how he had arrived before she had. Her new friend lived literally across the street, and rented out the apartment next door to use as his studio; all in all, it made for a short commute. Amanda was impressed by his setup, and by all of the equipment he had. As she made herself comfortable, they discussed 'business'. He started by a few test pictures of her in her clothes, a few more in her swimsuit; and finally once she relaxed a bit more, undressing. Remembering the poses that Amy had originally 'requested' from her, she did her best to replicate them; obviously getting Fred's attention. He complimented many of the poses she presented, and suggested a few others; impressing Amanda with how suggestive they were. Fred's former heterosexuality was obviously not buried too deep; she was positive that she had noticed some growth in his pants on a few occasions. Distracting her away from it, he suggested they relocate to his balcony; asking her if she would be comfortable enough to do that. Even though he still lived in the city, the layout of the building allowed for a clear view of the surroundings but offered some privacy from prying eyes. Fred was surprised at how quickly she became comfortable with the increased exposure; especially when a whistle came from below. Amanda smiled at the sound, before she identified the source, and waved at him; smiling. Fred smiled also, asking her that if she had enjoyed being whistled at; perhaps they could relocate to the beach for the next set of photos. Amanda was a bit reluctant but at the same time, quite interested. That was going to be a big jump for Amanda, since the last time she was at the beach nude; maybe a half dozen people in total might have seen her. Now there were thousands of people there...and there was no way she was going to resist going there with him. Quickly getting dressed, she practically ordered him to pack up a bag; Fred laughed at her eagerness. Within minutes, they were already on their way there; Fred always had a bag of camera gear ready to go, just in case. Going to the same area she had set up her towel the evening before, Fred needed to encourage her a bit to take her swimsuit off. Amanda jokingly suggested that she'd do it if he took his off. Fred called her bluff and disrobed completely. She shamelessly stared at his nude form, soaking it in. Never taking her eyes off of him, she was once again mesmerized as she let her swimsuit slip off of her. Picking it up, she handed it over to him; having suggested that he'd rather not have it in the shots. With more and more eyes watching her, Fred began to take pictures; snapping away as she smiled to him. She could feel their eyes looking at her, hear the occasional whistle, and she loved it. Amanda started to pose for the camera more, only smiling at first, eventually adding the bedroom eyes. Fred suggested that she lay down in the sand, and let the waves splash against her. The sand would stick to her, enveloping her with a second skin; and the next wave would wash it off. As the cycle repeated itself over and over; the poses would change, and the photos would continue. Anyone that looked at her would not only be enjoying the view, but would also notice how happy she genuinely appeared. Since Fred was taking pictures of her, others assumed it was okay to do the same. At first, Amanda instinctively thought to cover herself; only to remember that it was exactly what she wanted to happen. She struck a quick pose for some guys with a camera, and Fred immediately understood that their photography wasn't an issue for her. He had been ready to send them away had Amanda not greeted them happily. Amanda was in a world of her own, random strangers were taking pictures of her; and she had no idea what they would do with them afterwards, and she didn't care one bit. In fact, she loved it. Over the next fifteen minutes or so, a crowd had started to gather, and that's when she had started to feel a bit uncomfortable. At first it hadn't been a problem, everyone had kept their distance. It had actually been fun to have attracted spectators so easily; especially since they had cameras, and weren't afraid to use them. Now that they were moving in on her, it wasn't fun anymore. Fred had sensed this, and had called an end to the photo-shoot, handing her swimsuit over. He also surprised her by sending away all the perverts so quickly, shouting: "Show is over, please leave now." He had then yelled it out in another language; she assumed it was Dutch. She was impressed, and also quite surprised. He was really looking out for her, and it felt nice. As everyone walked away reluctantly, Amanda posed for a few last minute arrivals; not wanting to spoil the opportunity for them, just because of their timing. They thanked her before they continued on their way. A few stragglers chanced a last minute shot before leaving, obviously taking Fred's dismissal seriously. Walking back to Fred, he mentioned that her pictures turned out very well; informing her that he should have her pictures cleaned up later today. She thanked him again. Fred: "My pleasure. See you next time. I need meet husband dinner." Again they hugged, just as last time; both of them naked. To Amanda, it was even better than the first time; since she was much more comfortable doing it this time. She had trouble bringing herself to let go of him. Fred picked up his camera bag, and began to walk away. She got his attention right way: Amanda: "FRED! Wait!" Fred turned around quickly in surprise. Fred: "Yes? What wrong?" Amanda: "When should I call you to pick up my clothes?" Fred burst out laughing, having forgotten that her clothes were still in his camera bag. Fred: "Sometime after 8." Amanda: "Okay. Sounds good." She turned around intentionally, and began to walk away. Fred: "Amanda! Wait!" Amanda smiled briefly, before she turned around; her face showing casual inquisitiveness. Fred: "You are serious? You want stay no clothes?" Amanda: "Sure, why not? You're going to be back, right?" Fred: "Yes but while I gone, you stuck here. No clothes. No key. Stuck here. You want?" Amanda: "Yes, I think it would be really fun to try. Do you mind?" Fred chuckled: Fred: "You crazy. No, don't mind. I have pictures when get back. Okay?" Amanda: "Sounds great, see you then." She turned away again, and this time; kept walking, thinking to herself: "What the fuck did I just get myself into?" Fred had obviously taken her request at heart, because when she turned around to see if he was still there a few minutes later; she could see him in the distance, walking away. As she continued to walk further away from him, it didn't take long before it started to attract other people's attention. People rarely walked along the beach nude; it was usually from their towel to the water, and back. It was obvious to them that she didn't have her clothes anywhere nearby, since the part of the beach that she was entering was generally accepted as being reserved for non-nude visitors. Even though it wasn't against the rules to be nude there, it was considered to be 'through traffic only'. Amanda could feel the increasing numbers of eyes on her, and notice people tapping each other before nodding out towards her. She noticed a couple of young men, in their mid twenties staring at her; one of them trying to take a picture of her discretely, making it look like he was sending a text message. Amanda stopped suddenly, smiled; and offered to pose for him. The offer was received appreciatively, and acted upon. First thing she knew, more cameras were starting to appear; and after a few more minutes, she was beginning to be surrounded again. Knowing exactly what was going to end up happening, instead of stopping it soon; she decided to encourage it. The idea of being swarmed by a crowd again, without Fred there to 'rescue' her; was somewhat appealing. A bit of danger was always interesting to her. The numbers grew, and she didn't mind; especially when they started to close in on her. The closer they got to her, the more difficult it would be for her escape, and the more appealing it became. Everything changed when someone behind her reached out and touched her ass; she had simply turned around and smiled. Returning her attention to the people in front of her, she felt another hand reach for her behind; and she ignored it. That hand turned into two, then three; her only reaction was a bigger smile. Someone had the audacity of looking her right in the eyes and reach for her breasts; she leaned into it. That had started a shit storm; it essentially gave everyone a green light to do the same. Within seconds, she was covered in hands; touching, squeezing, and stroking. The sensation was amazing! Especially the hands that didn't touch for their own enjoyment but for hers. She could have sworn that a few of those hands were female which was definitely a whole new experience by itself. The cameras had never stopped; and several of those pictures were going to show her almost completely covered in hands, that was sure. This went on for close to an hour before she asked to be excused. It took a few extra minutes for her freedom to be granted. Amanda quickly made her way to the bathrooms at the top of the beach, locked herself inside a stall; and tried to control her breath, and her excitement. All of that attention had really did a number on her, and everything that had happened already today was simply amazing. The photo shoots with Fred at his place, and at the beach, being stranded here without any way of contacting Fred, having all of those hands roaming her body; it was just too much for her to handle. Without hesitation, she immediately sought relief; this time doing her best to be quiet, as to not alert anyone else of what she was doing inside. Her eyes were welded shut, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip; as her hands frantically and aggressively did her bidding. Pinching her nipple, and rubbing her clit so fast; her hand looked like a blur. As the pressure inside built itself up; so did her imagination. Reminding herself constantly that she was stranded here just made things worse for herself but not as bad as once she started to think about what could be happening with all of the pictures that everyone had taken of her; that had just been too much for her handle. She writhed in ecstasy as she lost control of her body. It took several minutes for her to regain control of herself, and her composure. Cleaning herself up a bit with toilet paper, she left the stall. Looking at her face in the mirror, she could see how much more relaxed she appeared. Washing her face in the sink, she dried it off before returning outside. Asking someone for the time, she discovered that she still had a couple of hours before she could expect Fred to return; until then, she needed to find something to do. Killing some time by swimming, and a bit more working on her tan; as the sun started to set, she began to make her way back to the other beach a few miles away. Stopping impulsively for a few friendly visitors, eager to attempt a conversation with her; anything for a closer look. If they even hinted at taking a picture of her, or did as little as handle one; she'd offer it to them before continuing on her walk back. By the time she had reached her destination, it had burned almost enough time. Fortunately, Fred arrived early; not because she was eager to leave but mostly because she was getting bored. Fred: "Have fun?" Amanda: "Tons!" Fred: "I surprised you happy. What did today very brave. Far more than what do before." Amanda: "It was awesome! I can't believe how much fun it was to be literally stuck here until you got back. I love how there was nothing I could do about it!" Fred: "Happy to hear. Maybe do again some time. Yes?" Amanda: "Definitely!" He handed her back her clothes, and once she got dressed; a small memory card. Amanda: "What's this?" Fred: "Your pictures..." Amanda: "Oh, thanks. I'll get this back to you tomorrow." Fred: "No, keep. I not want back. Cost almost nothing, and I not keep pictures not belong me." Amanda:"You never keep copies for yourself?" Fred: "If take pictures for magazines, once sell pictures to them; I erase." Amanda: "Oh, ok." Fred: "I still have copy of these until I know everything good. Once know, I erase." Amanda thought about how much she had enjoyed having nude pictures of her out of her reach in the past with Amy, and couldn't help but want it to happen again; this time with Fred. Amanda: "Actually, I have a bad habit of losing things that I store on my computer; is there any chance you could hang on to a copy of them, just in case?" Fred: "No problem. I just hope husband not see them. Make him very confused." They both laughed at his comment. Amanda: "True enough. Thanks again Fred." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and started to walk home; part of her was happy that she now had the option. As soon as she got inside, she went straight to her laptop to check out the pictures Fred had taken. There were 276 of them! The pictures that had been taken in his studio were really high quality compared to the ones taken at the beach. A lot of the last ones had people blocking the camera, which was when the photo shoot had ended. The first 150 or so pictures were excellent. She began to think about having been photographed by random people in public, and wondering how those pictures had turned out. That's when she realized that she might never know, since she had absolutely no control over those pictures. Just the thought of that was REALLY hot. The more she thought about those 'lost' pictures, the more excited she became. Not wanting to hold on to these pictures for any longer, she uploaded the majority of them; cropping her face out as usual. The pictures those other people had taken; it would be unlikely they would do the same. Even though the damage had technically already been done, she wasn't ready to include her face on that website yet. As much as she enjoyed that there were now many more nude pictures of her that showed her face, and they were way beyond her control again; as long as it was still up to her, she would keep her face concealed until she was ready. As the 'views' on her newest pictures increased from zero; she felt the same tension build up inside of her as it did the first time she did this, and almost as a tradition to that moment, she pleasured herself for third time in less than twenty-four hours. Her final thoughts were of how this new hobby was really starting to kick ass; and of what she could do next. To Be Continued... Demanding Supply Ch. 06 Chapter 6: A Gift for Amy Looking back at what she had done over the last few weeks, Amanda barely recognized herself anymore. Seemingly overnight she had changed from being; a careful, well-behaved, proper young lady to practically the complete opposite. She couldn't decide what shocked her the most; how fast everything had happened, or how much she looked forward to what would happen next. The more she thought about what could do next, she was surprised at how easy it was becoming for her to think of new options; each one more daring than the last. Amanda couldn't help but enjoy pushing her boundaries more and more, always looking at how much fun it would be to do; and rarely considering the possible consequences that may come from it. Remembering the first conversation she had with Fred; he was right. There would have been no way Amanda would have done ANY of this; if it hadn't been for Amy and Jack's 'plot'. Since Amanda had kept her mouth shut, Amy had held up her end of the bargain also; and the pictures that she had 'entrusted' to Amy had remained a secret. Amanda's online adventures had all happened because of Amy having compromising pictures, having secretly enjoyed the fact that she wasn't afraid to use them against her either. Even though she had threatened to use them against her in the past, she had still proved that she could be trusted with them. That's when Amanda's latest idea sprang to mind; what if Amy had more? If someone already had more than enough to ruin you, why worry about it being easier for them to do it? Amy would definitely not mind having more pictures, that much was certain. Anything that she did send her, would obviously be added to her current collection; it would be redundant to even suggest the idea to her. She considered emailing her a new selection of photos; wondering about how it could be used as an ice-breaker. There would really be no point in sending her cropped picture either; an opportunity to show her the originals was too tempting to pass up. The temptation was getting out of hand, and becoming quite irresistible. Going through her folders of originals, Amanda was not picky; she selected them all. She attached it to a new email, before selecting Amy's name out of her address book. The pictures took several minutes to attach themselves to the email, giving her plenty of time to withdraw; instead she took advantage of the wait to consider what she could include as a message with the photos. She knew what she wanted to write, just not exactly how to word it. By the time the files were attached, she was ready. Keeping it short, she began to write: "I took these pictures over the last few weeks, and since we've both kept our word; I see no reason for you not to have a copy of them. Expect more in the future." Before she could change her mind, she sent the email. Thrilled at her new accomplishment, she returned her attention to selecting new uploads for the website. Drawing from today's pictures; she had trouble deciding, and ended up uploading a total of 25 pictures. Her 'friends' were quick to compliment her on her new uploaded pictures. They were surprised that she had posted so many at once; also at how good the quality was. She informed them about having met a professional photographer which took the pictures. No complaints on their end, though plenty of envy. One of them had mentioned that the city she was in had a body-paint club. She didn't understand what that was, and asked for clarification. Essentially, it would go as follows; people would go to the club nude, wearing only body paint, its design resembling clothing. There was often contests with prizes; for the most creative, or artistic approaches. He sent her links to photos to give her an example. At first she thought it was a joke but after finding the club's website; it confirmed what she had been told. Knowing nothing about how to use body-paint, she figured she would just check out the club; and see what it was all about. Fortunately, it was only a block away; a very short walk. Selecting her shorts and tank top from the day before, she stuffed some money in her pocket, grabbed her keys; and left. There was a bit of a line heading into the club, and after having paid the entrance fee; Amanda entered. Only about a quarter of the people there were wearing clothes, the remainder; paint. It was obvious that the patrons took advantage of such a 'specialty' club. She couldn't help but feel a bit out of place; having only recently been introduced to the idea of being in the vicinity of 'nude' people. Playing it cool; she began to observe how it all worked. Over the next few hours, she learned bits and pieces from short conversations; learning as she went. Unsurprising, the men were more than happy to answer all of her questions; obviously hoping to see her in the future, wearing much less. It was a nice place, with roaming security. The club was divided into two main rooms, the only difference; on one side, photography was prohibited, the other, encouraged. The majority of the women were on the prohibited side, and only fully clothed women were present on the encouraged side; not surprisingly. Someone needed not to do more than shout and point to a vigilante camera, and then offender would be promptly discarded from the club, camera confiscated. That helped her feel a lot more comfortable with the whole idea. After a few more questions, and a few closer looks; Amanda realized that she needed to try this. Finishing her drink, she made her way home. To Be Continued...