Paige Turner sat up in bed shaking. This was her day in court and she had
everything riding on it. When she cleaned up she came downstairs and sat
with the Fullers over coffee in the kitchen. 

"Well Paige, are you ready for your big day?" Rod asked.

"I don't know what I would do if we lose. What can I do to have the best
chance of winning?"

"Well, it is Old Man Otis on the bench, so that little girl approach might
be the best way to go. Then, do what I say and be flexible in case I can
strike you a deal."

Stephanie stood up behind her holding apart two handfuls of her bleached
blonde hair. "We can give her braids or pigtails," Stephanie stated, "which
do you think?"

"You're the expert in the style department, Honey." Rod told his wife.

"You're going to come, aren't you?" Paige asked Stephanie.

"Sure, I'll be there for you." She assured her.

"What's going to happen?" Paige asked.

"Well, this is an arraignment. You are going to be asked to enter a plea."

"But what if I am kind of guilty but not guilty also. I don't remember
doing any drugs." Paige asked.

"We are going to try and get some of the charges dropped due to extenuating
circumstances, but I don't know what I can do about your license since you
refused a Breathalyzer test. That is a mandatory penalty in this state."

"We know you'll be doing your best Honey." Stephanie said. "Why don't we go
upstairs, Paige and do our bit for your cause." 

Paige followed Stephanie to the sewing room, and wrestled with a warm
feeling flooding her as she watched Stephanie's cute body work its way up
the steps and down the hall.

Her emotions were momentarily interrupted by Stephanie's command to take
off her clothes. She crossed her arms below her breasts waiting for
Stephanie to do something, but all she did was look Paige up and down.

"Put your arms down." Stephanie said looking pensively at her living Barbie
Doll, tall slender, long legs, ample chest, and bottle blond hair. "We
still have to work on that all over tan. Okay put this on." She said
handing Paige the skirt that she had shortened.

"But you've �" Paige started to say and checked herself before letting it
come out as either an objection or a whine.

"Yes, I've shortened it. We are going for the 'little schoolgirl look'
remember?"

"Will I get to wear the pantyhose?" Paige said worried that it would be
easy to see she had nothing on under the skirt unless she sat with her
knees together.

"I'm going to let you wear a pair of my white over the calve stockings. The
pantyhose turned out to be mislabeled, they are really suspender hose and
they might show a little skin as you walk."

"Okay." Paige said focusing on the fact that Stephanie was trying to save
her future embarrassment rather than notice how revealing a costume
Stephanie was putting her into to wear to court. Paige sat down and pulled
on the short hose while Stephanie noticed as Paige lifted her knees that
she might need some attention for the stubble reappearing on and around her
labia.

"Here, stand up. Now bend over." Stephanie requested and Paige obliged.
Then she rubbed her hand over Paige's pussy. "Call me a perfectionist if
you like, but I think we should give you a trim."

"Ah. Okay." Paige said sheepishly.

"Take everything off again and follow me to the bathroom." Once there,
Stephanie asked her to spread her legs and grab her ankles in front of her
as she herself sat on the john with the lid down. Stephanie liked this
position for her doll because she could gaze upon or fondle anything from
her neck and breasts to her pussy and on down her legs.

She took her fingers and brushed at the stubble as if trying to rid the
area of loose particles. Having her head down made Paige start to get a
little dizzy with that kind of stimulation at her pleasure center.
Stephanie kept it up until she saw Paige start to glisten from her own
lubrication. Then Stephanie applied some lotion and rubbed it in. Paige
broke stance momentarily to catch herself from falling forward, but walked
herself back into the ankle grab as soon as she recovered. 

Stephanie rubbed the whole area with each stroke ostensibly to feel her way
around the job and to keep the lotion spread, but she really wanted to make
Paige moan and kept it up long after the area was successfully shaved.

She knew she needed to stop as soon as Paige started bending her knees.
Then she had Paige switch places with her on the toilet seat lid and
started to redefine the pubic hair arrow pointing down to her crease while
Paige absentmindedly played with her nipples and wishing Stephanie were
still touching her as before.

"All done." Stephanie announced.

"Wha�?" Paige said blinking her eyes and drawing in a deep breath.

"Oh, that probably made you a little randy didn't it." Paige nodded. "Well,
we'll use that energy to help get the job done today."

"But�"

"Come on." Stephanie said holding out her hand. "We've got to get you
ready."

Paige followed Stephanie's instruction and acted like an animate mannequin
dressing and moving per Stephanie's instruction while she put on the short,
blue-green plaid shirt, white, knee sock style stockings, see through
white, sleeveless blouse, and yellow, button up sweater. All the while
having part of her attention on the itch that needed to be scratched
between her legs.

Whether she walked with the newly shaved pussy or sat bare assed on the car
seat or courthouse furniture, she pained for the sexual tension to be
relieved from the sensations they kept creating in her snatch.

Then walking up to the courthouse from the car, she stopped short in panic
putting her hands up to her mouth.

"What is it Paige?" Rod asked.

They all looked at the bus stop shelter that Paige was looking at and saw a
picture of her naked except for body paint holding up a can of Buck Beer
with the caption "I'd go buck naked for Buck Beer."

"Oh my," Rod said, "that's not good."

"But she's painted, who can tell?" Stephanie said.

"I can see it is her, and it's not that she is naked, it's that she's
advertising alcohol and this is a DUI arraignment."

"Oh. Well at least you look fabulous." Stephanie encouraged the now
panicked Paige then muttered under her breath, "How did they get this out
so fast?"

Then a bus went by with the top half of Paige holding the can up and toward
the viewer with deer antlers clearly painted on her naked breasts. As they
approached the courthouse steps, they could see a half of a billboard
sticking out from behind the corner of the building with the same picture
obviously papered on it as well.

"What are you going to do, Honey?" Stephanie asked.

"I'll make it work somehow." He said pensively with a little more
confidence than concern.

Inside the courthouse the looks from the guards at the metal detector gave
Paige a new surge of sensation in her groin as she imagined what a
humiliation it would be if they had to frisk her going through security.

They reassembled in the front hall while Rod looked at his watch. Then he
looked to his right, "Com'on, I think that's him." Rod said thinking he
spotted the assistant DA.

"Are you Bradford?"

"Yes, Charlie Bradford." He said holding out his hand to rod but looking up
and down Paige and Stephanie.

""Hi, I'm Rod Fuller, this is my wife Stephanie and this is Paige Turner."

"Yes," He said looking at a file from under his arm. "I've been wanting to
talk to you."

"Can we talk prior to this arraignment?" Rod asked.

"Sure, let's go in here."

"Okay Charlie, let's drop this case. The drugs were not hers, she only took
them when she was already intoxicated and taken advantage of."

"So you're going to concede she was driving drunk then."

"I know technically it's a DUI arrest, but she was not actually driving,
she was parked when she was arrested."

"Well, that's still �."

"But at that point, she was in no danger of causing anyone any harm."

"According to this she is unemployed and refused a Breathalyzer test."

"Yes she did refuse it, but she had been told somewhere along the way that
she should refuse it."

"Well, not in this state. Did you tell her that?"

"No Charlie, I'm doing this pro bono, I've only met her since the arrest.
And Charlie, she is employed now."

Paige looked at Rod surprised.

"She is modeling and Stephanie here is her manager."

"You're putting me on."

"No, come here, look out there." Rod pointed him to a billboard with Paige
holding up a can of beer."

Charlie looked, then double looked, and then looked at Paige and blushed,
"Is that really you in that ad?"

Paige looked at her fingers in her lap, "Yes it is."

"And you got paid?"

"Yes she did." Stephanie answered for her.

"I see, and this address here," he showed her what was typed on the page,
"is that your residence?"

"No Charlie that is ours. She is staying with us until she can get on her
feet again." 

"Mighty generous of you folks. So, Mrs. Fuller, do you work at anything
else besides managing Ms. Turner?"

"No, I used to work for her in a different capacity, but this is what is
working for us right now."

"Then you could drive her to her jobs?"

"Yes." Stephanie said with a smile.

"Look Charlie, there are no priors, the drugs were not hers, there were no
injuries or property damage, she's gainfully employed � Paige stand up
honey, and walk for Mr. Bradford a second." 

Paige stood up; Stephanie unbuttoned her sweater and pulled it off.
Charlie's eyes bugged out looking at the tall caricature of a little
schoolgirl with rouged cheeks and her hair up in pigtails. Then Paige took
a proud walk in front of him. She in her heels that added three inches to
her five foot ten inch body looking down at him with his five foot eight
inch body as she passed in both directions while he stared at her breasts
visible through her blouse.

"Okay, okay, you win. I've heard about Otis too." Charlie said realizing he
might be fighting a losing battle to ask for it all.

"Okay Ladies," Rod said, "Why don't you wait outside while we work out a
compromise."

Paige put on her sweater and they went out and sat on a wooden bench
resembling a church pew.

"So it is all fitting into place now isn't it." Stephanie said feeling
mighty proud of herself.

Paige looked at her waiting for more explanation.

"You know, the modeling, the confident walk that you did in front of Mr.
Bradford, taking that first modeling job, the clothes, �" She acted like
she could go on and on, but Paige put her hands on Stephanie's.

"I don't know how I'm ever going to be able to thank you enough. I'm sorry
I ever doubted you."

"That's okay." Stephanie said and pulled her in for a hug. "I'm here for
you. This gratitude becomes you, much more of it though and I'll start to
be jealous of your new looks."

Paige converted her sad tears to a laugh and bucked up for her turn in
court.

"Okay, we're on." Rod announced.

Paige hadn't figured on so many people being in the room and felt terribly
self-conscious about being dressed like a schoolgirl in such a sober place.
She followed Rod and stood before a chair he assigned her and then he waved
his wife along to join her at her left.

Following formalities like swearing in, Rob addressed Judge Otis, "Your
honor, District Attorney Bradford and I have reached an agreement we would
like to present to the court in this matter."

"Proceed." Judge Otis said looking curiously at the defendant.

"If it would please the court, might we be allowed to do so in chambers?"

"Well, this is rather irregular, but I'll oblige for now."  He said and
banged his gavel.

"All rise �" The bailiff was saying as the DA, the Fullers, Paige and a
court reporter proceeded to the Judge's chambers.

"Your honor," Rod began saying as the judge went around his desk to sit,
"Paige Turner, stand up Paige, Paige Turner has been a model citizen. She
was an employer until recently and due to a series of circumstances she had
one night of indiscretion that she is faced with paying dearly for on top
of everything else that has happened to her."

"Yes, I see in this file here that the incident occurred on the night that
she lost her business."

"Yes, your honor. So as you can see that while her actions are not excused,
she was only harming herself further in her own grief."

"Bradford, what do you have to say?"

"Your Honor, Mr. Fuller assures me that the defendant is now gainfully
employed as a model and that she lives with them, he and his wife, while
she puts her life back together again. Under these circumstances, the state
is prepared to recommend probation on the DUI and possession charges as
long as she remains in their recognizance."

"So Bradford, has the state confirmed this?"

"The Fullers confirm that she lives with them, and she looks like she could
be a model, Sir."

"So she does. Have you ever modeled before, young lady?"

"Ah, no Sir, not before this last weekend." Paige said demurely.

Rod cringed and looked at Charlie Bradford apologetically.

"Well then, how can you claim you are gainfully employed as a model?"

"Your Honor if I could explain." Stephanie interjected.

"Yes go on, Miss �"

"Fuller Sir, Mrs. Fuller." She filled in and the judge nodded. "Paige has
been working every day on modeling since this happened. She is devoted and
she is good. She got her first paid modeling job this last weekend and
you'll see the results as soon as you leave the building."

"What will I see?"

"The Buck Beer ads, Sir"

Rod slid down in his chair wishing he were somewhere else.

"The one with the � She's holding up the can? That's her?"

"Yes Sir. And she has another modeling gig this Friday."

"I do?" Paige asked.

"Yes, I'll tell you about it at home. We can show you how professional she
is if you want."

"Betty, I think we'll go off the record for a little while now. Why don't
you wait outside and I'll call you."

The court reporter left while Paige pulled down on Stephanie's arm to try
to convince her non-verbally to change the course of the defense.

She positioned Paige to the judge's right. "Here, we have Paige in a
Catholic schoolgirl's outfit." Stephanie said holding her hands toward
Paige as if she were a game show display. "You have the option of wearing
this yellow sweater on chilly days or just this blouse on warmer days." She
said unbuttoning and removing Paige's sweater. Then with a hand on Paige's
back she set her in motion.

Paige paraded in front of the judge as confidently as she could knowing her
breasts were bouncing visibly unfettered under her white blouse and her
pussy was getting wet with all of the conflicting thoughts and emotions
coursing through her mind.

Stephanie saw the judge looking at the demonstration with his bushy
eyebrows up to hold open closing eyelids and decided to proceed further.
"And when today's schoolgirl returns home," she said starting to unbutton
the blouse, then shaking off Paige's interfering hands, "she takes off her
blouse and hangs it neatly for the next day."

Paige looked at the nonchalant judge and followed Stephanie's lead and
removed the blouse and gave it to her. Then with a gentle push on her low
back again, she walked in front of the judge, now more concerned with the
obvious excitement from the young DA's looks he was giving her and by the
tenting in his pants.

^If only I could just cover up these embarrassing nipples.^ She thought,
realizing what a big step she had taken to be seen topless by these
strangers in the first place.

Rod sat slouched in his chair with his chin on his thumb, his index finger
on his temple and his other fingers curled at his upper lip, watching
lustfully at Paige while embarrassed for being a party to the shenanigans.

Stephanie looked at the judge. He still looked unimpressed but he was
starting to sweat in his brow. "So today's schoolgirl then neatly removes
her skirt and places it where she will be able to find it in the morning."

Paige and Stephanie pantomimed an argument about removing the skirt, but
Paige looked at the droopy-eyed judge and succumbed to the humiliation of
removing her skirt and handing it to Stephanie. When she walked again, she
lost her smile and scowled down at the DA who had now crossed his legs and
put an arm over his lap to conceal his excitement. She tried smiling at the
judge on the return trip and noticed at the same time that Stephanie
noticed it that the robe of the nearly sleeping judge was moving.

"And then at the end of a hectic school day, our tense and hardworking
student takes a few moments to caress herself and calm her nerves down."

Paige stomped a foot while scowling at Stephanie, but then looked at the
judge as Stephanie did and noticed that the movement from under the judge's
robe was more pronounced and faster. She stared transfixed at him, his eyes
all but closed, his mouth open, while Stephanie put one of her hands on a
breast and the other pushed in between her legs and sawed it in and out a
moment until Paige took over the motion for herself.

Paige started to fondle herself watching as the judge rolled his head back
and whinnied a moment, slumped forward with a few quick motions under the
robe and then perked open his eyes with a "harumph" and stared surprised at
the shocked Paige.

Stephanie quickly started to wrap the skirt back around her while Charlie
and Rod shifted more upright in their chairs. And as Paige was buttoning up
her blouse, everyone was trying to pretend that nothing had happened.

The judge spoke into his intercom, "Sally, can you have Betty come back in
here please?"

"Yes Your Honor." The voice squawked back.

"Okay, it is the finding of this court that Paige Turner is indeed a model,
that she is welcome at the Fuller residence where they will continue to
assist her in her rehabilitation, and the court will order six month's
probation on all charges. She will also serve sixty hours of community
service and loss of driving privileges for the six months instead of the
mandatory year due to extenuating circumstances. So be it." He said rapping
gavel on his desk.

"Thank you Your Honor." Rod said then shock the DA's hand and the three
left through the courtroom.

Paige felt conspicuous walking out in the short skirt, high heels, and
pigtails of bottle blond hair, with all eyes checking out her reaction to
try and determine what might have been decided in chambers. A courthouse
rat that spends his days sitting in on trials approached her with a pen and
booklet of paper and asked with wide eyes, "Are you this month's Buck
Beer's Buck Nekkid Lass?"

"Ah, I guess so?" She replied off guard.

"Can I get your autograph?"

"Ah, sure, I guess." She agreed in kind of a daze.

Then someone came up to her and shoved an oversized collector's trading
card with her Buck Beer image on it. "Could you sign mine?"

"Ah �" She started to say while signing it. " Ah, where did you get this?"
She asked.

"They come with every six pack. I'm the first one at the store when they
come out each month. See?" He said fanning out a few others for her to see.

^Oh gawd.^ Paige thought. ^My naked ad is a collector's item.^

Paige rode in silence back home with the Fullers. She cooperated with
Stephanie in trying on the clothing they had bought for her so Stephanie
could make the necessary adjustments. At dinner she only talked as much as
was necessary to answer their questions. Then she retired to her room to
try and figure out what to do with her life.

When the Fullers went to bed, they had wild, passionate, sweaty sex and
were cooling and drying off on their backs with the covers pulled down when
they heard a gentle knock on their door. Stephanie pulled just the top
sheet up and said, "Come in."

Paige opened the door standing in just the pajama top they had given her to
sleep in.

"Yes. What is it Paige?" Stephanie asked.

"Ah, I couldn't sleep."

"Come here then." Stephanie said sitting up and holding the covers over her
chest as she slid her legs out and her feet down to the floor. "You can lay
here with us for a while and tell us about it, but we'll take this off
because we don't have any clothes on." She told her, when Paige was in
front of her at the side of the bed, and as she unbuttoned the pajama top
with no resistance from Paige.

Stephanie stood up and held the covers up for Paige to slide into bed next
to Rod who was watching her with a smile. Paige climbed into the bed
avoiding looking at her naked host and lay on her back rigidly with her
arms tightly held at her sides.

Stephanie climbed in next to her on her side facing Paige with her head
propped up in her hand. "So Paige, what's been on your mind?"

Part of Paige felt safe and secure in their bed like she had done when she
climbed into her parents' bed to be safe from nightmares as a kid. But the
other part of her made her sweat with sexual tension, humiliation, and
embarrassment as she lay for the first time between two attractive naked
people in their bed.

"Ah, I don't know how to say this." Paige said with ragged speech. "I ah, I
just can't sleep without telling you two how much I appreciate what you
have been doing for me."

"Well, that is very nice of you to say that." Stephanie said with ninety
percent genuine sentiment.

"You're welcome, Paige." Rod added.  

"What specifically are you thankful for?" Stephanie asked.

"Ah, I am realizing you are my best and maybe only friends in the world. I
know I was mean to you and took advantage of you at the store. And then
when I asked you for one last favor by having you come and get me out of
jail, you still did it." Paige said her head turned to look at Stephanie in
the eye.

"Go on." Stephanie prompted.

"And you've helped me get some clothes when I know you are out of work and
money is tight �"

"Yes, and �"

"And you've cared about me as a person to help me come out of my shell and
enjoy life more."

"Gee, I think you really are beginning to understand." Stephanie said.

"I'm impressed with you right now, Paige." Rod added.

Paige turned her head toward Rod and looked him in the eye and added, "And
I want to thank you for helping me stay out of jail."

"It's my pleasure Paige. It is what I do, well it is not my main practice,
but I know enough about it."

Paige turned toward Stephanie again. "I will pay you back every cent I owe
you. I promise."

I know you will, Paige. I'm gonna make you a star." Stephanie said
idealistically.

Then she turned again to Rod, "And I don't know how to repay you for the
free legal work, but �"

"I'll tell you how you can repay me, Paige. You can tell I like to be
around and look at beautiful women, just look who I married." Rod explained
causing Stephanie to beam. "Stephie is really good at showing off beauty
and she knows what I like. If you just do what she says when it comes to
clothes or no clothes, having two beautiful women around and to look at
will be its own reward for me." He finished while putting his head down and
laying his arm across Paige's lower abdomen.

"Okay." Paige said sheepishly and trying to ride out a rush of sexual
energy that was sweeping over her from the touch of his arm laying across
just above her pubis.

"That's good Honey." Stephanie said acknowledging her husband's
endorsement. "Paige is following my direction more these days and learning
that it is making things work out for her when she does so, right Paige?"

"Yes ma'am." Paige said obediently.

"Good, tomorrow you can help me around the house and with doing some
errands before we have another business meeting in the afternoon. Then
Friday we have a new modeling gig for you." Stephanie said cuddling Paige
from the other side by laying her arm across her upper breasts and resting
her hand on Paige's shoulder.

Paige lay there for a minute trying to calm down her breathing. Although
the covers were off, she was wrapped in a protective cocoon made up of the
Fullers' bodies. Her arms were trapped at her sides, she could feel
Stephanie's breasts squished up against her arm on one side and Rod's penis
and testicles right by the back of her hand on the other. The Fullers
hadn't moved since they each hooked a leg over one of Paige's legs and
pulled her legs apart, when Paige finally asked, "What's the gig on Friday
again?" The Fullers were asleep and it was hours before Paige's mind had
shut down enough for fatigue to take over and put her to sleep and finally
rescue her from the sexual tension coursing through her body.