Paige Turner sat slumped over her steering wheel in tears. She had turned
her key over for her bookstore now in receivership that morning and she
drank all but $3.00 of the last money she could withdrew from her personal
bank account. 

None of this was a surprise to her. Her business had been going down hill
for over a year. Having to deal with creditors had caused her to rag out on
her staff, especially Stephanie Fuller, the one whom she treated as a
personal assistant rather than as an Assistant Manager as the title she had
given her would suggest. She knew she had to pay her staff first before any
other creditors, because she needed them and couldn't handle it alone. She
also hoped they appreciated that she paid them with her own money and maxed
out her credit cards up until the last two-week pay period where she
finally had to stiff them.

The officer wrapping her knuckle on the driver's side window now compounded
Paige's embarrassment and shame.

The officer opened the car door. "Com'on," she said hauling Paige out by
her left arm, "let's get you outta there."

The officer held Paige's melancholy drunken form back against the car with
her hand on Paige's chest, while she scanned the interior of the car for
incriminating evidence.

"Have you been drinking?" She asked as she looked.

Paige mumbled unintelligibly.

The officer left Paige to fend for herself for the moment while she bagged
a roach sitting on the passenger seat.

"You'll have to come along with me to the station."

The officer handcuffed Paige, put her in the back of her cruiser, while her
partner secured and tagged Paige's car.

Paige sobered a little on the ride to the station when she couldn't bring
around her hands to button up her blouse now open to just below her
breasts. She tried to recount the lost moments of the day leading up to
riding in the back of a police car in handcuffs.

There was the bar and the sympathetic people who kept the drinks flowing
when she was running out of money. Then a sudden panic washed over her
^when did I lose my bra?^ She shifted in her seat to try and get her hands
free and realized in the tussle that she was not wearing her underwear
either. She calmed down to try and get her bearings, to think, to figure ou
� "Come this way ma'am the officer from the passenger seat requested after
he opened her door.

He delighted in the downblouse and upskirt views he had as she shifted over
and swung her legs out of the car door. Paige was quite the dish but you
would never know that since she was careful to only go public with her
serious controlled demeanor, tight hairdos, and conservative clothing
choices.

Her skirt came back down as she stood, but the slit in back had ripped up
to just below her crotch sometime in the evening, and she was alarmed that
she could see her entire breasts when she looked down her own blouse. He
led her into the station by pulling on her upper arm. She looked in horror
as the material pulled away from her breasts revealing peeks at the darker
circle of her areola. She feared the material might get caught outside her
hard protruding nipples, so she made every effort to keep up with him.

She was led to a chair beside a desk where the female officer sat and the
man uncuffed her. The female officer began to ask her questions and the
male officer stood by with his thumbs in his gun belt at his sides enjoying
a good angle to continue to see down her blouse while Paige fumbled to find
the missing buttons to her top.

"We are going to have you take a Breathalyzer test." She said.

"Can I refuse?" Paige said, thinking she would stymie that evidence for
court.

"Your choice Ms. Turner, but I should advise you that we'll be taking away
your car for a long time if you don't."

"What if I �" 

"If you blow more than a .08? Well, we take your car away for a very long
time in that case."

"Then I don't want to." Paige said thinking she was being more in charge
with each moment that passed.

"No matter," the officer said holding up the bag with the roach in it,
"we've got you on a drug charge."

"What?" Paige said alarmed. "That's not mine. I never �"

"Oh yes it is." The officer said with a Cheshire grin. "This was in your
car when we stopped you. You can refuse the Breathalyzer test, but I'm
afraid you are going to have to be searched."

"You mean like pat me down right here?"

"No. Afraid not. I mean cavity searched in there." The officer said with
authority while her partner blushed in anticipation.

"Bitchy Paige" started to take over to protect "Little Girl Paige" who had
never been seen naked in the light except by her physician. Even the few
boyfriends she allowed be intimate with her had to do so in the dark. In
public places she would always change in a toilet stall behind a closed
door to go swimming, exercise, or play sports. She wasn't about to violate
that perfect streak now.

"There is no way in Hell you are going to get me to submit to that."

"Well, I was going to just do it myself with your cooperation, but maybe I
need my partner Ben in there to help me if I need it."

Paige looked in horror at the blushing, smiling male officer and felt faint
as the blood drained from her head toward her extremities preparing to run.
"Okay, okay, you win." She said to get back to some level of control. "What
do you want me to do?"

The lady officer stood up and pointed her open hand to a door with a
frosted window panel. "If you will proceed me into that room, we'll get
started."

Paige stood up rubbing feeling back into her wrists. Then looking back to
make sure the man didn't follow her, she fell forward in a drunken stumble
and landed on her hands and knees with her skirt flipped up onto her back.
The male officer rushed to help her up. He straddled her and put his hands
around her under her arms on her breasts lifting her to a standing position
again. 

His hands were off of her and he was a step back smiling when she finally
came to her senses and realized what had just happened. Embarrassed but
still too drunk to be humiliated, she collected herself for the moment and
staggered into the room.

The officer took a seat in a side chair. "Take off your clothes please."
She directed.

Paige's heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her head. She tried
to collect herself ^Let's just get this over with.^ She thought and started
to unbutton the bottom two buttons on her blouse.

"So, where did you get the pot?" The officer asked while she watched
admiringly as Paige's middle flesh came into view.

"It wasn't mine. I swear it."

She stood up and approached Paige getting her lips within a couple of
inches. "You smoked it though. I can smell it over that vile smell of
booze."

Paige stopped with the last button staring up in thought. ^What? � Wait, �
who � ^  A wave of recognition suddenly hit her. ^The Doctor � or at least
he said he was a doctor.^

"A doctor gave it to me saying it would make me feel better." Paige said
relieved she could answer the officer.

"What's your diagnosis?" The officer said playing along, anxious for Paige
to pull back the shirttails of her blouse.

"I, uh, I just lost my business today and he was trying to make the bad
feelings go away."

"Sounds about right. Do you have a prescription for the weed?"

"Weed? What do you mean?"

"For the pot. Keep going. Don't let my questions stop you."

"Ah, no. I don't think so."

"So it was an office sample I suppose." The officer said now admiring the
nice set of mammaries on Paige. Paige was so lost in trying to remember
details that she didn't notice the excitement she was creating in her
observer. "And what was his name?"

"Ah, I don't � yes I do 'Love' 'Dr. Love.'" 

Even Paige was getting sober enough to realize how stupid that sounded. She
all of a sudden became aware that the officer was playing her, just like
the guy in the bar had done and she rushed to put her hands on her opposite
shoulders. 

^My bra! What happened to my bra?^

"Now the skirt please."

"No ooooo, isn't this enough?"

"The skirt please. Do I need Officer Ben to help you?"

Her heart was beating out on her head at the temples. She was going to have
to free her breasts from her hug to take off her skirt. Her breasts were
the real deal. They were full and round on the bottom and had a slight ski
jump slope down the tops to the nipples when they hung free. They always
gave her more attention than she could deal with when she didn't keep them
harnessed and disguised behind loose fitting clothing.

"Com'on Ms. Turner let's get on with it. We need to see just how many
samples 'Dr. L-o-v-e' gave you." The officer said in a way that continued
to make fun of Paige's drunken naivete'.

The officer was walking around her now looking her up and down. 

Paige timed her move for when the officer was behind her and quickly
lowered her skirt. Then covered up again as best she could. All she could
cover on her breasts were her nipples as her breasts were much bigger than
her wrist, especially when they were hugged back toward her body.

The officer came around the front and batted her hand away from covering
her hairy triangle. "This is a search. You are not to cover the areas to be
searched."

Paige put her palms on her two breasts.

"Lace your fingers behind your head."

"Ungh?"

"Do it." The officer said continuing to walk around and enjoying the
womanly charms Paige was so reluctant to reveal.

Paige did as she was told squeezing her eyes shut to make it all go away.

"Open your mouth wide."

Paige complied and the officer took a surgically gloved finger and pulled
her lips aside and probed. Then she continued to walk around her taking a
gloved hand and traced along the underside of Paige's breasts as she
turned.

Paige opened her eyes and mouth wide in shock and labored momentarily to
return to normal breathing.

"Let your hair down."

Paige complied but it made her feel guilty to do so. She always kept her
hair properly fixed up on her head in public, and let it down only in
private when she would stimulate herself in front of her mirror with a
private dance, touching herself, and enjoying sexual fantasies playing in
her mind.

"Bend over."

Paige put her hands on her knees while the officer ran her fingers through
Paige's hair. Paige couldn't tell if the officer was searching for evidence
or caressing her scalp in an affectionate massage. Regardless, it felt
wonderful and made her feel dizzy.

"Spread your legs and put your hands on the floor."

Paige was felling motion sick and nearly fell into the four-point stance on
hands a little more than shoulder width apart and on the balls of her feet
about three feet apart.

The officer stepped into the vortex created by Paige's wide stance and let
her pelvis bump up against Paige's pussy imagining what it would be like to
have a penis that could fuck this bitch silly.

Paige felt the violation, but couldn't react to it. It was all she could do
to keep from passing out.

The officer then crouched down and knelt on one knee to bring herself
face-to-face with Paige's cunt and took in a full whiff of her aroma. She
then visually examined the shiny pink gape amidst the hairy crotch,
enjoying the heat radiating onto her face. Then back to work she fingered
through the hairy snatch for any hidden contraband.

Paige was moaning, not as much from the stimulation on her most private
area as from trying to keep from getting sick on the spot.

"How are you doing down there?" The officer asked before proceeding
further.

"uhHHHnnnh." Paige moaned.

Then the officer spread Paige's nether lips with one hand and stuck a
gloved finger in her cunt with the other and wiggled it around.

"UHHhhhnnnnmmmmm." Paige moaned.

Using the lubrication from Paige's cunt, she coated her sphincter a couple
of times until her finger was allowed past into Paige's rectum.

Paige gave a brief hum and then threw up on the floor in front of her face.

"Well now, that is a mighty strange reaction to my technique." The officer
said mostly humored but slightly insulted. "I hope you don't expect me to
clean that up for you."

"Can I please go home now?" Paige pleaded wiping her mouth having rolled
over to the floor propped up with one hand and her feet still spread wide
apart.

"I'll get you something to clean that up with and then you can go as soon
as we book you and someone comes to pick you up."

The officer went to a closet and wet some paper towels. She took the roll
and told her partner to hold out his hand. Then she slapped the wet towel
into it and playfully slammed the roll of paper towels onto his chest
saying, "She has work to do. Don't ever say I never did anything for you."

Ben went into the room, wet towels in one hand, a roll of towels in the
other, and a big grin on his face. When Paige saw him walk through the door
she scrambled back up to the desk and hugged her body in tight to cover
herself as best as she could, as quickly as she could. The cold metal desk
and cold linoleum floor chilled her body and gave her goose bumps all over
arms and legs.

"You'd better get that up before my captain gets here. He doesn't like
messes in his office." He said handing her the towels.

Paige tried to take them all in one hand keeping the other across the tops
of her breasts to hide them from his roving eyes. She hesitated waiting for
the officer to leave.

"Better hurry. No telling when he might be in."

Paige thought a moment about the possibility of having two men in the room
if she didn't get out soon and asked, "Could you leave me alone to do it?"

"Lady, you need a lookout. I'm telling you, if the Captain sees his floor
looking like that, there will be hell to pay."

Paige decided to get dressed first. She tried to keep her back to the
officer's watchful eye, but the open blouse and skirt slit up the back were
strangely more titillating for him than if she had just remained nude.

In her remaining time in the station, the looks of contempt made her feel
more like a hooker than a businesswoman. When given a chance to call
someone the only one she could think of calling was Stephanie Fuller. 

The last thing in the world Stephanie Fuller could think of doing in the
early morning hours was to go to a police station and bail out her bitchy,
demanding, double-crossing ex-boss. Maybe it was part knee-jerk reaction to
a personal service request. Certainly it was in large part an opportunity
to see her in a compromised position, but she almost didn't sign the paper
pledging she would take responsibility for her ex-boss to maintain
sobriety, refrain from driving, and make her court date.

In the car Paige felt completely embarrassed and humiliated. She looked a
mess and she never let people see her that way. She was wearing a revealing
outfit, but as Stephanie's employer she constantly complained to Stephanie
about wearing her revealing "hoochie" clothing as she called it around the
store. She answered Stephanie's questions but tried to do so in a way that
would not encourage follow up questions. She just needed to be in the
comfort of her home, to set a spell, and lick her wounds.

When they turned onto the street of Paige's apartment building, they saw
fire trucks and police cars blocking entry into the area. Paige got out
fearing the worst. Hugging her blouse closed she walked to the opposite
side of the street and looked back at her apartment building. The middle,
where her apartment was located was completely destroyed. She collapsed to
the ground hugging her knees, looking over them in disbelief at the last
vestiges of her life gone up in smoke.

There she was, rocking disassociated with the world, no job, no money, no
car, no license, hadn't renewed her renter's insurance, and now nowhere to
go.

Stephanie looked at her from behind the steering wheel of her car first
thinking, ^serves you right you bitch!^ but as time wore on she grew sorry
for her ex-boss rocking on the sidewalk like a mental case.

"Come on." She said tapping Paige on the shoulder.

Paige didn't move.

"Come on." She said again hoisting Paige up by her armpits, and walking her
to the car.

Paige stared out into space shaking her head. 

Stephanie had her husband Rod help her get Paige upstairs and into the
guest bed.

At breakfast they talked.

Rod wanted her out of the house. Being an attorney he saw having her there
as nothing but potential liability. Stephanie argued that she would figure
out ways for Paige to earn her keep and that she would enjoy being the
'boss' for a change. "Besides," she said, "I saw the way you looked at her
body when we put her to bed."

"I had to look." He argued. "I had to carry her to the bed once you got her
clothes off for god's sake."

"Ah hungh." She said accusingly. "I saw 'Little Henry" perk right up. The
only problem I see with having her in the house for a while is keeping my
eye on you.

"Don't worry my love. You've got it all over her in that department." He
said and kissed her good bye.

Stephanie didn't have a job to go to any longer so she fretted and checked
in on her new guest periodically during the day. Paige slept all day and
all night. 

That next morning she awoke and realized she was in a strange room naked in
a strange bed. When Stephanie walked by the open door, Paige pulled the
covers up tight around her neck fearfully.

Stephanie stopped and took one step back to center herself in the door's
opening. "Well now, Sleeping Beauty has finally awoke."

"Stephanie! What am I doing here?"

"You don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"You asked me to sign you out at the police station early yesterday
morning. I signed a document, which said you would only be released, if I
would agree to take responsibility for you. You pleaded with me to sign
it."

"I did?"

"Yes you did. And then when I went to drop you off at your apartment it was
in ashes."

"Oh god no."

"Oh whatever yes."

"If I didn't have that signed oath requiring me to take responsibility for
you I would have left you on the sidewalk looking at your burned house."

Paige cried into the sheets.

"I'm making some breakfast for us. If you hurry and shower, there will be
some left for you."

Paige rushed to close the door when Stephanie left. She showered and tried
to find a way to do her hair up. All she could find was a small Scrunchy
left under the bed so she put her hair up in a ponytail. All she could find
to wear was a man's satiny pajama top, golden with white piping, hung on a
hook in the bathroom, so she put it on and looked at herself in the
full-length mirror attached to the closet door. ^I can't go down for
breakfast like this. What if her husband is around? God, I'm hungry though.
It smells so good.^

Paige peeked into the kitchen from the dining room and saw Rod sitting
reading the paper and Stephanie working at the stove fixing breakfast.
"Psst." She said to get Stephanie's attention.

"What is it?" Stephanie said poking her head through the door into the
dining room.

"I need my clothes."

Stephanie looked Paige up and down. "You look okay for breakfast."

"I don't want your husband to see me like this."

"Well, I'm busy making the food. If you want it, come and get it now. I
worked long and hard fixing your clothes yesterday. I'll get them for you
when we are through in here. Either way, your choice."

Stephanie ducked back in and Paige decided to follow her.

Paige felt naughty and embarrassed entering the kitchen in bare feet,
wearing a shimmering top that barely covered her naked crotch, and donning
a flirtatious ponytail.

Rod scrambled noisily to get up from his chair to greet the new houseguest.
He looked her up and down in obvious lust, which made Stephanie smile
knowingly and made Paige blush with a hot flash.

"This is Rod. You've met him at the store."

Paige reached out her hand. As Rod reached out his to shake hers, the
material rubbing her nipples made them swell with excitement. "Glad to meet
you." Rod said politely. "I must say, this looks a lot better on you than
it ever did on me." He said scooping up her other hand and holding her arms
out to her side to look at her in total. It had the effect of riding the
material up dangerously high on her thighs and to accent her excited
nipples now poking through the material.

"Thank you." Paige said just ahead of the realization that he could see the
size and slope of her breasts capped by her erect nipples and it was making
her feel shameful and humiliated. When she sat down, the squishiness of her
crotch on the vinyl seat made her realize that she was wet from the
excitement.

Paige sat up straight and close to the table focusing gratefully on the
food presented to her and only looked up to see Stephanie answer to Rod's
question, "What are you ladies planning on doing today?"

"Well, it's not going to work. Is it, Ms. Turner." Stephanie said
sarcastically. "I guess we aren't going out for drinks either, are we. Not
since I signed a pledge to be responsible for Ms. Turner here for her
drinking."

"Could I see that paper please?" Paige said meekly.

Stephanie retrieved it, plopped it down next to Paige's plate and left her
finger on the part in bold where she had to swear to and sign an oath
before Paige could be released from custody.

Sure enough, Paige couldn't believe it. ^This paper says that Stephanie has
accepted responsibility for my sobriety, to see that I don't drive a motor
vehicle, and that I show up on the 19th for court.^  Paige looked pale.
^Court! I don't have � I can't afford � oh god, what am I going to do?^

While Paige stared at the paper in disbelief Stephanie asked, "So Rod,
honey, what does this mean legally? I didn't want to sign it. She begged me
over and over to sign it."

"Well, technically you are responsible for Ms. Turner. I guess you can't
stop her from drinking, but you'd better report it to the authorities, or
you, we could be held liable for her actions while intoxicated."

So with the side of her chin on her interlaced fingers and her elbows on
the table Stephanie turned to her ex-boss and said, "Well Ms. Turner, are
you going to do what I say, or am I going to have to turn you in?"

Paige wiped her mouth with her napkin in both hands and returned it to her
lap before saying. "Thank you for doing this. I'll be good about
everything."

"Well then, to answer your original question, we're gunna to do errands and
work around the house." Stephanie told Rod as he got up and kissed his wife
good-bye for the day.

Stephanie sat looking at Paige slumped over, mouth agape, hands in her lap,
legs locked straight at the knees resting her heels on the floor with her
feet lazily turned out. She gave her several minutes to feel sorry for
herself and then remarked, "So you insisted that I take care of you at the
police station, slept in our bed, ate our food that I prepared for you, and
you don't even offer to do the dishes?"

That produced a quick response. Paige was up in a flash, clearing the table
and washing the dishes while she sniffled back tears. 

Stephanie liked that she could get her to respond like a personal
assistant. The turn around was fair play. She also liked the opportunity to
gaze upon her former uptight, even stuck-up boss in this uncharacteristic
state of dress. Even a woman could appreciate how sexy and well formed
Paige's legs were; not to skinny, not too fat, and not even the hint of
cellulite. All of the muscles were in proper proportion and with smooth
definition. ^That butt must be just as nice I'll bet.^ She thought to
herself. ^We'll see soon enough.^

As luck would have it, Paige was so distraught that she sprayed herself
with the hand sprayer when trying to rinse a pan and in her shock didn't
have the wherewithal to immediately figure out how to stop the offending
water.

"I thought you already took your shower." Stephanie said amused as she got
up, turned off the water and unbuttoned the silky top from behind.

When Paige put her hands down from drying her face, Stephanie started to
pull the top down her shoulders.

"No." Paige said reflexively, hugging her arms closed across her front.

"You're soaked. Let me put this in the wash." Stephanie said insisting with
gentle tugs that it should come off.

"No, but what shall I �"

"You don't have much left to do. I can go find your clothes while you
finish." Tug, tug "It's no big deal really. Remember we saw you naked when
we put you to bed the other night."

"Both of you?" Paige said alarmed.

"You're a big strong woman, what, 130, 135 pounds?"

"Ah, something like that."

"Now how would I be able to lift over 100 pounds to get you in bed, of
course Rod helped."

"Oh gawd." Paige said letting her arms drop so Stephanie could take the
pajamas off. With a confirming glance at her ex-boss' perfect butt she left
for the laundry room.

Stephanie could see Paige at the sink from the laundry room. ^Look at that
body. She has it all. How can such a stuck up bitch be blessed with such a
perfect body like that. The well toned back, narrow waist, strong
shoulders, that feminine neck, god, that long brown hair. It's not fair.
It's just not fair.^

Stephanie brooded over the inequity looking at Paige until Paige put her
hands on the edge of the counter and without looking around said, "I'm
done."

"Well, let's get you your clothes then." Stephanie suggested.

Paige turned around and waited with her butt against the edge of the
counter with her limbs providing her modesty as much as two arms could
afford.

"Here you go. I had to sew up the tear in the skirt." 

Paige reached for the blouse first. Her breasts always created lust in men
and envy in other women so she liked to keep them covered up as much as
possible. When she put it on she noticed that the tails had been cut and
hemmed so that it came down just below her breasts leaving her midriff
exposed. Plus, there were no buttons.

"What did you do?" She asked alarmed.

"I didn't have any buttons that would match so I turned it into a
Daisy-Mae." 

"What? How the hell can I wear this?"

"Excuse me? What did you just say?"

"I'm sorry."

"That's better. You just tie these tails together in front. It's really
very secure. Try it."

"And you cut off the sleeves? These are awfully big arm holes."

"It took me a long time, but pretty professional, don't you think?"

Paige was steaming, but resisted letting it go. Then she put on the skirt.

"What happened to the length?"

"I shortened it of course."

"But why, and what's this in back?"

"I shortened it, because that is the way I'd wear it myself. That gap in
back is where it was ripped. I straightened it out and dressed it up by
hemming back the rough edges."

"Why would you do such a thing?"

"I did it for YOU, you ungrateful bitch."

"I'm sorry. Well you know I don't wear hoochie, I mean clothes as revealing
as this."

"So you think you are better than me. Well let me tell you, you ungrateful
sack of shit, I may not have a job, thanks to you, but I have a house, a
nice husband, food on the table, a drivers license, and all of which I am
currently sharing with you."

Paige put her hands on her face just below her eyes shocked at Stephanie's
sharp reaction and poured out tears of humiliation. When she collected
herself enough to speak she put her hands on Stephanie's crossed arms and
pled for forgiveness. 

"I'm grateful. Really I am."

"Okay. Turn around slowly. I want to see my handiwork."

Paige turned around as instructed, not wanting to upset Stephanie any
further.

"Can we go to a mirror so I can see me too?" Paige asked sniffling back
tears.

"Follow me." Stephanie said.

Paige followed eager to see what she looked like but also eager to figure
Stephanie out. For the first time she was considering her as a person and
what made her tick, if for no other reason than to avoid her wrath again.

Paige's heart fell when she saw how lewd her breasts looked in the white
Daisy-Mae blouse. ^My god, you can even see my nipples through the fabric.
Geez, pulling them together like this really gives me a deep cleavage. I've
got to find something else to wear and soon.^

"What do you think?"

^Maybe I should take a different tact.^ Paige thought.

"Your modifications make me look great, but don't you think I should be
dressed more modestly around your husband?

Stephanie's face turned red.

"So you think you could win a contest over me with my husband?!"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant at all. What I meant to say was, uhmm,
I meant to say that usually the wife likes to be wearing the sexiest
clothes around her husband, but here you've put the sexiest clothes on me."

"I did a pretty good job of it didn't I."

"Oh, I'd say you can't make me any more sexy than this. In fact, I'm a
little worried about what you can see through this gap back here." Paige
said straining to see herself from behind.

The gap ran from three inches wide at the hem to one inch wide at the base
of Paige's butt.

Stephanie stooped down. "No you're good. The only things you can see are
some wispy hairs sticking down. If you trim them off, you're clear."

Paige looked up blinking to fight off the tears welling up in her eyes.
^What am I going to do? My only set of clothes make me look like a tramp. I
can't get a job in this. I can't go to court in this. Oh god,^ She
remembered. ^I have no attorney.^ She held a finger tightly against her
upper lip to try and arrest the need to use a tissue. ^If they kick me out,
I have no place to sleep ...^

"Here, put your heels back on. They shift things back here." Stephanie said
with her hands resting on the upper part of Paige's butt cheeks. "Let's see
what happens with them on."

Stephanie stooped down again to reexamine the gap. 

"Well it does change things a bit. A little more hair from the front comes
into view. Let's just snip it off."

"What?"

"You know, baldify the puss. Everybody's doing it."

"You mean shave down there?"

"You can leave a trim in front, but to regain the mystery designed into
this skirt back here, we've got to shave the crotch clean. Don't worry.
I've done it before on other girls. It won't hurt. It's like shaving your
legs, only higher."

^I should just go along. She blows when I react to her helping me. I've got
to figure a way outta here!^

"Okay," Paige agreed, "if you're careful."

"Leave it to me." Stephanie assured her, taking her by the hand to the
bathroom.

Paige removed her skirt as directed. "Okay, bend over into the bathtub. If
I work from behind I won't be tempted to take it all off."

"Hunh?"

Stephanie moved her into a forward bent position so her hands were touching
the bottom of the bathtub. Paige flashed back to the police station and
felt a little dizzy. Stephanie combed her fingers down the hairs a couple
of times before clipping the long hairs with some scissors. Paige's
dizziness heightened each time Stephanie brushed the loose hairs away and
stroked the remaining hair to organize the grain. When Stephanie blew hard
on Paige's pussy with her warm moist breath to remove any straggling hair,
Paige swooned forward and ran into the wall in front of her between her
head and shoulder.

"You okay?" Stephanie asked.

"Yeah. I guess I lost my balance. I think I'm still a little hung over even
after all that sleep." Paige replied not wanting to let on that the
sensations were taking her over and causing her to nearly pass out from the
sexual stimulation.

Then Stephanie started rubbing on some lotion. "We've got to get this
worked in good so the razor doesn't scrape and irritate the skin."

Paige experienced a dizzying wave of loss of control and swooned down
forward until she was hugging the base of the tub. The only thing keeping
her from flipping all the way in was that her knees locked against the
outside edge having been anchored by Stephanie crouching directly behind
Paige's calves preventing any backward movement.

So, with Stephanie at eye level with Paige's snatch, she carefully and
expertly scraped the short hairs and excess lotion away from Paige's labia
and inner legs. ^Humm,^ she thought ignoring Paige's moans, ^Body hair is
disgusting. I think it is sexier for a woman to have no hair below the
neck. I'm going to do the back crack too.^

When Paige felt a dollop of lotion being applied to her asshole, she
squealed and tried to twist away to the right.

"Careful there. I wouldn't want to cut you." Stephanie warned with a sharp
slap on the right cheek.

Paige stood still. She became more aware of everything going on though,
with this temperamental ex-employee working around her most private place.
She walked her hands up the opposite wall of the tub and as her head became
elevated it grew clearer. She put her head up and back sticking her rear
out to give Stephanie a wider crevice to work safer in. Stephanie cupped
the denuded snatch in one hand while she scraped the inner slopes of
Paige's butt crack with the other. 

Paige realized she was going to need to cum and cum soon or she might grow
mad from the tension that was coursing through her body. She prayed
Stephanie would stop now so she could get some private time to take care of
her ripe condition.

Paige felt Stephanie trace her finger along and around her rear hole to
check and admire her work and then with a smart slap on her butt Stephanie
declared, "Now it's time to do the front."

Paige stood up, turned around, and dipped in a squat sneaking a feel like
she needed to adjust some underwear. ^Oooo,^  she thought, ^that feels
good.^ Then she tried to see how she looked from the front. 

"You said I wouldn't need to do the front."

"I changed my mind."

"Really, don't you think we are through?"

"Well, at least let me make it look interesting." Stephanie said looking
seriously at the project like an artist would. "You sit back on the john
and I'll do it. I've got an idea."

Stephanie combed and clipped the entire front patch into an even
shorthaired carpet. When she put the tools down Paige started to get up.
"No, no no no, no. Not done yet." Stephanie said and pushed her back with
her hand on her bare abs. Then with her hand steadying herself with her
fingers just above Paige's thigh and her thumb resting down near Paige's
clitoris she scraped the carpet into the shape of pronounced but stubby
arrow pointing down. Every time Paige tried to squirm away from the
maddening thumb, Stephanie regripped and caused her even more distress.

When she was done, Stephanie kept rubbing her fingers up and down her
handiwork until Paige accepted the invitation to replace Stephanie's hand
with her own.

"There," Stephanie said pleased with her work, "doesn't that feel special?"

Paige was sucking in her lips with a worried look when she nodded "yes."

"See if there are any spots I missed."

Paige needed to continue stroking herself not only to honor the service her
host had provided, but to possibly sneak in a quick orgasm unnoticed to
quell the tension built up in her body as well.

Stephanie watched until she was satisfied that no more stubble was to be
found and grabbed Paige's wrist to pull her to her feet.

"Let's put the skirt back on to see if that did the trick."

Paige couldn't believe it. It was like she had just stepped off of a roller
coaster. Her head was swimming, her cunt was aching, and she had trouble
keeping her balance in her heels.

"Yep," Stephanie said from behind her, "all clear." Stephanie put a couple
of fingers in through the top of the slit and moved them up a couple of
times to see how much room was left before Paige's nether lips would be
exposed. "Couldn't be any better." She reassured Paige who was surprised by
the move and was up on tiptoes holding onto the vanity for balance.

"Ooooo Pheeeew." Paige exhaled when the fingers stopped their dainty
assault. "Are we done Stephanie?"

"We're done." Stephanie confirmed. "But why don't you call me 'Ms. Fuller'.
I think I'd like that. You had me call you 'Ms. Turner' at the store and
you're only six years older than me."

Paige was caught off guard, "Yes of course, Stephanie, I mean Ms. Fuller."

"Good. Now we can go shopping." Stephanie said leading the perspiring Paige
out of the bathroom.

"Shopping!?" 

"Yes of course. How do you think we get the food to put on the table for
dinner tonight?"

Paige stopped and stood with one arm across her stomach and the other with
her hand squeezing her forehead taking in deep breaths. 

Stephanie turned, "What's the problem?"

Paige put her fingers tightly across her mouth before answering tearfully,
"I can't go out in public looking like this."

Stephanie's face grew red again, "You said you liked what I did for you.
Were you lying? This is something I would wear. Do you really think you are
better than me?" Stephanie said with her hands on her hips. "Well, I've got
news for you sister; you're not better than me; in fact, you are less than
me. You got that?"

"I'm sorry Steph...Ms. Fuller, really I am." Paige quickly said trying her
best to avoid further tears. "I'm just not used to going out looking this
sexy in public."

"Yeah, my handiwork does sex you up; I'll give you that. Now, let's go."

Later that night Paige went straight to bed after dinner sad, exhausted,
and confused.

Stephanie climbed aboard Rod when they were in bed and discussed their day.
She straddled her husband's lower abdomen resting her upper body with her
forearms on his chest listening patiently to him as he told her about his
day.

When it was her turn she pushed herself up with straight arms and started
to slowly hump his lower belly between thoughts as she recounted her day.

"� It was like I had my own living doll to play with." Rod reached up to
play with his wife's breasts as she talked.

"When do I get to see your handiwork down there?"

"So Roddy-Poo wants to play with my doll too, does he. What would the other
boys say?"

"Okay, I'll shut up. Go on."

"The bitch was pretty mopy on the way to the store. She kept her arms
crossed the whole way there. She is a little self-conscious I think. Do you
really think I'm prettier than her?"

"Of course I do Sweetie. Go on. Don't leave anything out."

"Okay, so we get out of the car. I could see she left a wet spot on the
leather. I guess the skirt I fixed for her doesn't work too well when she
sits."

"Like pee?"

"No silly."

"Oh. Go on."

"So we are walking into the store and every time someone is behind us she
speeds up and kind of walks sideways. She couldn't quite handle people
seeing her legs right up to � you know. Anyway, it grew pointless because
people found lame excuses to be following us everywhere we went. When I
would ask her to get something from the lower shelves the lucky followers
would see butt when she squatted because the skirt flared wide and high."

"You do have a way with clothes." Rod said, his stiff cock knocking on his
wife's butt crack every so often.

"Yes I do. Then when I'd ask her to pick off the items from the upper
shelves, she would have to unfold her arms to bring it down and that really
seemed to mortify her. She really has a thing for her breasts."

"We all have a thing for her breasts."

"Hey." Stephanie said playfully slapping her husband several times causing
him to briefly cover up.

"Hey Babe, you've got the best chest in the house, in the county. You've
got the best breasts I've ever seen."

"And don't you ever forget that."

"What else? Com'on, share."

"Well, when we passed the aisle with stockings and stuff she picked up a
pair of cheap undies and dropped it in the cart."

"Presuming you'd pay?"

"Exactly."

"What did you do?"

"I asked her just exactly how she planned to pay for them. She hemmed and
hawed. The bottom line was that the last couple of bucks she had I took
from her the first day as a down payment for my time and gas money when she
pleaded with me to pick her up from the police station and I told her so."

"What did she say to that?" Rod asked now propped up on his elbows.

"Nothing. What could she say? I'll tell you what she did do though. She
took another pair and stuffed it in the back waistline of her skirt when I
wasn't looking."

"She lifted it?"

"She tried. And she might have succeeded except for the fact that part of
it was showing out the top and I got someone from the store to notice."

"Ut oh, more legal problems."

"It could have been." Stephanie said now mounting Rod's cock. "But I
couldn't have that, not while I am responsible for her."

"What did you do? Oh Honey that's good."

"I called a conference with the manager and struck up a deal." She said
sitting up and down slowly on Rod's pole. "I, ah, ah, I explained a few
things to him and struck a deal."

"A deal? Oh yes, faster."

"Yep. I got him to agree not to press any charges if he could see what the
stolen panties were meant to cover."

"You didn't?!" Rod said pumping up to meet his wife's moves.

"Yes I did, and you should have seen the look on Paige Doll's face. It was
priceless."

"What did she do?" He said thrusting urgently.

"What else could she do? She has nothing but problems and they are all her
fault. Couldn't happen to a more appropriate person." Stephanie said
rocking her head in time opposite to her body's movement. "She took off the
skirt like I ordered her to do and a bra fell out too."

"What happened with that?" He said the tendons of his neck sticking out
prominently.

"Well, the pimply faced manager now had to see what the cheap stolen bra
would cover and my Paige Doll nearly fainted. Like I told you she has a
thing about people seeing her tits. I don't know why, they are nearly
perfect. Well, that manager was about to get the treat of his young life
because when I made her take off the top and keep her anxious hands away so
he could see everything, he thought maybe he had died and gone to heaven.
Oooooo, that's it give it to me good. Oh yes baby, hit me with your best
shot. Ah, unh, unh, unh, Oooooo Yesssssss that's the way to do me, you
beautiful man!"

They kissed passionately and luxuriated in place until shortly after Rod's
cock had limped its way out to rest. Then in a cuddle Rod asked, "Was that
it?"

"Well mostly, I had her carry the sacks out to the car of course, and an
eager guy came up to us and offered to carry them for her. He took them in
his arms, but not without hooking his pinky finger in the tie of her
Daisy-Mae. It didn't give, but it got me to thinking that maybe I should
redo it with a Velcro closure instead. So that's what I did while you
watched TV."

"Good idea Honey." 

"Tomorrow I'm thinking about dying her hair blonder than mine and making
her a total living Barbie Doll to play with."