The Accidental Porn Star

- PFDWrites - P.F.Dee - Pancakes for Dinner - Literotica


- Chapter 1 - A good wife finds out her sexy past may not be so hidden...

	"And that's why I think I'd make an excellent town councilman," I finished, giving a warm and friendly smile to Mister Butterman, father of three, as he ogled my tits in my own backyard.

	I blushed and pulled my summer tube dress with the elastic top just a little higher, to hide a bit more of my bountiful cleavage. I normally stuck to much more conservative outfits, especially with what I was carrying up top; but it was a Fourth of July picnic, in the 85-degree Florida sun, at my own house- wasn't I allowed to wear normal clothes at least some of the time?!

	Most of the women at our backyard BBQ were showing as much or more skin than me, and there were even barely-legal teenaged girls running around our pool in barely-legal thong bikinis. And Butterman decides to ogle my tits instead?

	On second thought, I'd rather have our portly middle-aged neighbor checking out my body than my daughter Skyler's, who had decided to wear one of her smallest, shiniest bikinis today, probably just to needle me. So I resisted the urge to snap my fingers at this potential voter and bark "Hey! Eyes up here, buddy!"

	"Yes, well, I can see that you're quite qualified for the position," he said, still lingering on the top half of my D cups even though I had pulled my neckline up. I gave it another tug- it was practially at my armpits now, and he finally pulled his eyes up to mine. "But you know, old Joe Risso's held that seat for a mighty long time."

	Finally. "Well, that's also why I think it's time for a change," I said, holding out a campaign flyer. "You can see, I've got a well-laid out economic plan to revitalize most of downtown Sandy Brook..."

	Holding my arms out to hand him the flyer made my dress start to slip down into normal position again and Butterman's eyes started drifting lower as I talked. And the flyer between us just made it worse, giving him a legitimate reason to look right down at my firm, tan, slowly-exposing cleavage.

	"Hmmm, yes," he said, pretending to read. "And how are you on... family values?"

	I used the stack of the flyers in my other hand to cover my cleavage in a not-to-subtle hint. "Firm."

	He reluctantly looked me in the eyes again, and I shoved the flyer at him again.

	"All I ask is that you consider me on election day in November."

	He stiffly took it. "I will. Consider you. Quite a bit."

	Since pulling my tube dress higher to cover more cleavage had exposed more of my legs, Mr. Butterman's eyes flitted down to take one last mental picture of what tanned, toned skin he could before turning away to eat more of my hand-made hors d'oeuvres and drink more of my expensive imported beer.

	I sighed and went back to working the crowd.

	It shouldn't be this hard, trying to get people who had lived next door to you for twenty years to choose you over a corrupt fossil who took bribes from half the state of Florida. But it somehow it still was. I spotted Bethany Silver walking through the crowd carrying a tray of desserts, but knew it wasn't worth wasting a flyer on her.

	"Oh, Bethany, thank you so much for bringing your lemon squares!" I said, as she passed. "They're always such a hit- Mrs. Jonas was just telling me she just loved them at the last church social!"

	"Why thank you," Bethany said, smiling right back at me. "And I even brought some low-fat ones, dearie, just for you."

	I wanted to rip that blond twig's face off.

	Former pilates instructor and current trophy wife Bethany Silver did have amazing six-pack abs and an incredibly tight, toned butt to die for, which I knew about, because she was never shy about walking around totally nude in the locker room of our country club. It was an impressively tight body for a woman our age; she looked as fit as Skyler from some angles. But she was maybe fifteen pounds lighter than me and acted like it was a hundred.

	But I bit my tongue, because as Bethany Silver voted, so voted every under-40 woman in the entire Sandy Brook Country Club, and that was my core constiuency.

	"Why I so appreciate that, Bethany. I'll let all the folks know."

	"Do."

	She turned up her surgically-perfected button nose at me and walked off with a smirk, totally unconcerned about the husbands' necks she was snapping as she strutted past a group of men in a tube dress easily twice as revealing as mine. You could practically see the outline of her nipples and the lower curves of her ass through it, and she didn't seem to care about that one bit!

	I sighed again.

	My husband Jake sidled up to me from the opposite direction, holding a tray of freshly grilled burgers and hot dogs before him. "How's it going?"

	I saw Mr. Butterman staring at my tits again from across the lawn and sighed.

	"I feel like I need a shower."

	And now Bethany was sitting on our outdoor table like it was a lounge piano, legs crossed and telling a 'joke' to five enraptured husbands with her little mini-skirt showing off thighs that I would never have even with a whole pharmacy of weight loss pills.

	"And a diet."

	"If you try to diet again, I'll start slipping high-fructose corn syrup into your veggie smoothies," my husband laughed, then gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Because I love your body exactly the way it is."

	"Thanks dear."

	He waggled his eyebrows. "And on that shower..." He leaned closer. "Wait thirty more minutes for this party to be over and I'll get in there with you. To help wash your back. And your front. And all of this perfect round booty..."

	I saw his free hand reaching back to give me a hard spank on the ass.

	"Don't you dare!" I hissed, spinning away. "We're in public!"

	And all the ladies from my church were here!

	And I was running for town councilwoman!

	"Fine. That killer ass goes unspanked for now," he said, giving me just another chaste kiss on my cheek instead. "But get ready to get twice as many over my knee tonight..." He leaned in close again, then whispered. "...my little porn-star."

	"Jake!" I hissed, starting to blush again. "Someone will hear!"

	"They'd never even believe it if they did," he laughed, kissing me again before strutting away, to offer some burgers to Mr. Butterman and the group of drooling husbands around Bethany Silver.

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	Instead of thirty minutes Jake predicted, it actually took another two hours before we had sent everyone home and cleaned up the disaster resulting from throwing an open-bar cookout for our block in the small town of Sandy Brook, Florida, population 10,500. I was nearly exhausted as I stepped into our bedroom and finally slipped out of my high heels with relief.

	"Well, I think that went great," Jake laughed, closing our bedroom door and loosening his collar. "Everyone loved you!"

	"I overheard Bethany asking Skyler if she thought her 'lower middle class' upbringing gave her more 'character', the bitch," I groused, pulling my tube dress over my head and searching for its hanager. "And Butterman's eyes were on my tits the entire afternoon! Every time I bent over to offer kids some cupcakes, he was there, trying to catch a peek!"

	"That's because you have the best cupcakes in town, honey," my husband chuckled, suddenly grabbing me from behind and shoving his hands right under the cups of my strapless bra.

	"JAKE!" I laughed, feeling his strong hands squeeze my bare breasts, his palms rubbing my sensitive nipples just how I liked. "I have to hang this dress up or it will wrinkle!"

	"If I was Mr. Butterman and I lived next to a hot little housewife with tits like these," Jake growled into my ear, ignoring my squirms. He undid my bra faster than I thought possible and flung it across the room, then returned to exciting my breasts, "I'd eye-fuck you all day in that dress too."

	I mewed as he squeezed my now free, totally bare breasts. He was rubbing them just right, pulling softly on my sensitive nipples as they hardened. He KNEW what nipple play did to me!

	"Jake!" I gasped, pressing my thighs together. "The dress!"

	"Fuck the dress," he growled, hands leaving my tingling tits to yank my panties roughly to the floor, leaving me totally naked before him. Then his hands spun me around by my bare hips and tossed my $500 tube dress carelessly to the floor. "I've got a naughty little porn-star wife to fuck first!"

	"Stop calling me that!" I said, gasping as his mouth found one of my tingling nipples and latched on. "It was one time, in college!" I protested, feeling my pussy start to react. "And I was drunk!"

	"That's what they all say," he laughed, switching to my other breast.

	He was still totally dressed; I was 100%, totally naked. That was so hot.

	And the way he was manhandling me, forcing my body to react against my will...

	I was getting so wet!

	"I wonder how many other sex tapes my slutty little wife would have made if that company had stayed in business..." he laughed, kissing between my embarrassingly large breasts, then down my flat stomach, making me shiver as he approached my center.

	"None!" I gasped, as his tongue found my pussy. It was getting harder to think straight! "Thank god... that company that made those horrible tapes... went bankrupt ten years ago!" I moaned as my kneeling husband lapped between my thighs. "And I hope they destroyed every copy!"

	"I wish I had kept mine," he laughed, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder, spreading me open for him. I bit my lip, knowing what was coming. "Seeing you naked on that bed, giggling at the camera and touching yourself..."

	It was INCREDIBLY hard not to cry out as his tongue found my hard, throbbing clit.

	"Jake!" I hissed, pushing ineffectually at his wide, muscled shoulders. "Skyler's home! She'll hear us!"

	"I'm not the one making any noise," he laughed, giving my throbbing clit just a moment's pause. "Just don't moan while I get you ready for a good, hard fucking. Porn star."

	"Stop calling me that!"

	But between my legs, I was absolutely dripping.

	How many men had watched my nineteen-year-old body have a huge, screaming orgasm on camera, my long legs spread as wide as they could possibly go, my toes curling as I came with uncontrollable force?

	How many men just like good, old, Mr. Butterman?

	My improbably rugged lawyer husband continued licking and sucking on my clit, making me grip the closet door behind me with both hands as my one supporting leg started to shake.

	"Oh god Jake! Please please please don't make me cum like this-"

	He lifted his tongue from my pussy a millisecond before I would have exploded.

	"And then, when that other girl walked into the room, and started pouring baby oil all over your nude, squirming body..."

	"She was the one... who got me into that mess in the first place!" I panted with my eyes closed, my chest heaving, my pussy on fire. "My roommate was the only one who had wanted... to do 'Good Girls Flashing' out of all of us... but somehow I was the only one that ended up naked!"

	"Because you, my dear, are just... a... dirty... little... slut," he said, starting to lick me between each word. And then his tongue focused completely on my pussy, faster and with more urgency this time.

	I chewed on my lip, squirming up on the tiptoes of my one foot as his tongue destroyed me.

	Oh Christ, this was going to be a loud one-

	"Jake! The windows are open, for god's sake!"

	He did pause then- lawyers are nothing if not cautious- and we could both hear it. The sounds of the neighbor's kids, happily starting to play in the yard a few doors down.

	He gave my clit one last suck- making me almost scream something no kids should hear- and then my grinning husband dragged my nude and dripping body into our bathroom.

	"No windows in here," he laughed, closing the door, then pointing to our whirlpool tub. "Bend over it, slut."

	I really blushed then.

	I wasn't a slut!

	I had only been with one man in my entire life!

	And really only half a woman, letting my roommate finger me on camera during one stupid drunken Spring Break in Ft. Lauderdale!

	So why did I almost cum, just from hearing him call me that?

	I bent over the edge of the tub like a good little slut.

	There were the sounds of zippers and clothes falling to the ground behind me, and the next sensation I felt was my husband's hard dick effortlessly sliding into my slippery hole.

	"God, you're so easy to get into," he laughed, grabbing my hips and starting to fuck me. "Just like a good slut should be!"

	"I'm not a slut!" I panted, pushing off from the other side of the tub so I could grind back against his cock harder.

	"Yes you are," he growled, fucking me faster. My toes were nearly off the floor! "You're my dirty little slut. Say it!"

	My face was deep red, not just because of all the blood flowing to it as he bent me in half and fucked me like a ten-dollar whore. "Please! No!"

	"Say it- you're my slut!"

	And then, while still fucking me from behind, my loving husband reached back and spanked my bare ass.

	"OW!"

	"Say it!"

	"I'm your... little slut," I whispered, reaching back to grab my ankles, spreading my legs wider for him. He loved it when I did that.

	"You're my dirty little slut," he laughed, pulling my hair.

	My hair that cost me $150 every week to get done at Hair Today, Gown Tomorrow.

	"I'm your dirty little slut!"

	"You love my hard cock, you swallow my cum every time you blow me and you love getting fucked up the ass on your birthday!"

	My legs were trembling.

	I was almost there.

	I repeated the humiliating words, knowing they were all true.

	"And thousands of men... have seen you cumming on tape... and you loved it! Because deep down, my shy, proper, wife is just a dirty... slutty... horny... porn star!"

	In the middle of me repeating that, he pushed his thumb deep into my ass and I came.

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	We did take that shower together then, him washing my back, then front, then finger fucking me to another gasping, squirming, moaning orgasm against my will with my back pressed hard against the imported Italian marble of our shower, all the while making me repeat how much of a dirty, slutty, sex-starved whore I 'really' was. As soon as my second orgasm ended he pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock towards my lips.

	"Let's have one of those porn-star blow jobs of yours," he laughed. "And make it extra showy."

	I blushed, hard.

	A 'porn-star' blowjob meant lots of eye contact, playing with my clit to keep myself moaning and on edge while I deep throated him, and opening my mouth to let him see his cum swirling around on my tongue for as long as he wanted afterwards, before swallowing.

	It was so degrading, yet so hot at the same time!

	I started giving him the show he wanted, the type of stuff he sometimes emailed me short gifs of, when he wanted to make be blush at work.

	I didn't like that he still watched that sort of stuff, not as a married man. But I didn't police it too strictly, since the force and velocity with which he always came in my mouth proved that my lips were the only one his hard dick longed to go in and out of, in the real world or in his imagination. And that was good enough for me.

	He came like a cannon in my mouth, I sucked his cock clean and swallowed, just like a good slut would. I stood, used some water from the running shower to rinse my mouth. We kissed, we laughed, and then the role-play was over.

	Jake got into the silly striped pajama pants he always wore to bed, I got into my usual long sleep shirt and we brushed our teeth while talking about who would take Skyler to dance practice this week and when my next campaign event was.

	Getting into his side of bed and turning on the TV, Jake suddenly looked at me in shock.

	"Oh shit. I forgot to give you that spanking I promised!"

	I laughed as I arranged my reading pillow. "Watch it, buster. Or I'll cut off your access to porn-star pussy for a whole week."

	He laughed and started flipping channels. "I think the BBQ went pretty well," he said, starting to zone out in front of the TV. "Even if some of the guys peeked at your tits, you should still get their votes. No one wants another two years of old Joe Risso."

	"I hope not," I agreed, cuddling next to him and pulling up a book on my iPad. "And if the polls keep trending like they are, I can't see any reason we shouldn't win."

	Jake flipped to one of those seedy, mainly-for-dudes cable channels, which always had shows about ninjas or idiots pranking their friends, then yawned. "That's good honey."

	He started watching two idiots debate who would win in a fight between ninjas and Navy Seals, and it was about ten minutes before he spoke again.

	"I still wish I had kept a copy of your sex tape though."

	I slapped him on the shoulder.

	"You watched it enough when we were younger, you dirty old man! You wore out the ribbon on the copy I gave you!"

	"Best Honeymoon gift ever," he laughed, watching an animation of ninjas trying to use modern rocket launchers. "Husband finds out his smart, shy, college-educated wife is also a secret porn star? I should have had that tape bronzed!"

	"And what good would that have done you? We don't even have a VHS machine anymore!" I laughed. "No one does!" I shook my head, going back to my book. "Thank god."

	He sighed. "That means your porn star days are over. Never to be seen again."

	"Double thank god."

	"Except in our bathroom. Tomorrow morning."

	I smiled, turning a page. "Maybe. If you give me that spanking you promised."

	And then volume on the TV rose 50 percent as the show cut to a commercial, with a seedy announcer yelling over blaring rock music.

	"Hey now- Good Girls Flashing IS BACK! We've been in court-required bankruptcy for the last fifteen years, but we got better lawyers and now WE'RE BACK, BITCHES! With NEWER girls, HOTTER girls, AND all the SLUTS from our archives too! Just check out this FINE PIECE OF ASS from our back catalog, now in HIGH-DEFINITION, DIGITALLY REMASTERED, BLUE RAY!"

	And there was nineteen-year-old me, totally naked on a bed, smiling at the camera.

	There were tiny cartoon stars over my nipples and one between my legs, and they rotated and shimmied as I bounced up and down on the cheap bed.

	"Hiya!" my younger self giggled, her fingers slipping behind the cartoon star between her spread legs. "My name is -BEEEEP- from the great state of Florida! I'm a good girl, but I just can't wait to play with my dirty little pussy for all of you!"

	And she moaned and bit her lip as she started eagerly masturbating, right there on our 45-inch high-definition TV.

	Jake's mouth was hanging open. "Oh... shit!"

	My iPad broke as it fell from my fingers and hit the floor. 


- Chapter 2 - Things get worse for Susan as she tries to keep her secrets.

	"They can't do this Jake!" I screamed, unable to move. "They went out of business! They can't start making tapes of me again!"

	Jake was fumbling with the remote, but finally hit the MUTE button on the TV to cut off my rising moans, even though the commercial moved on ten seconds later to destroying some other young woman's life. "Don't worry, honey! We'll send a Cease and Desist letter to them first thing in the morning! You just have to remember, did you sign a limited rights contract? Or a waiver of perpetuity?"

	"I can't remember!" I screamed, slapping the bed. "Jake! We have to sue them! We have to stop this!"

	"Suing them will take months," he said, getting out bed. "But if we can find an address to deliver that letter..."

	We looked up the company information on Jake's laptop, since my iPad lay shattered on the floor. I grabbed my phone and called the office number as soon as we found it, but didn't get any one because, of course, it was the middle of the night.

	Jake was stroking my back, like he did when I was in labor with Skyler. "We'll try again in the morning, honey. We'll get them to take you off that commercial."

	"But how many more times will it air tonight?" I was getting hysterical. This couldn't be happening! Not now! "And how many more people in town will see it?!"

	I didn't have the same hairstyle now that I did back then. But my face, my voice, those D cup tits Mr. Butterman had probably memorized the shape of, even that little beauty mark on my upper lip that Jake loved to kiss- it was all there in that fifteen second clip!

	Anyone who saw that commercial would know it was me!

	"It's probably just on this one cable channel," Jake said, swallowing. "And it's nearly midnight. No one will see it."

	"We just did!"

	He rubbed my back some more. "Even if it airs five times an hour between now and 4 AM, the ratings for these channels at night... it's no more than a zero point two share, so a few hundred thousand people at the most."

	"Few hundred thousand!"

	"Across the whole country. The chances of it being anyone we know would be like winning the lottery."

	I was shaking. No one besides Jake and my old roomate Kelly knew about me making that tape! And now everyone would!

	"All we can do is serve them in the morning with a Cease and Desist. Please, just come back to bed, Susan."

	I did, but barely slept at all that night.

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	Jake left early to try and get some paperwork for the C&D ready and I called that horrible company's office number at 7 AM, then 7:30, 8 and 8:30. I refused their recorded request to leave a voice mail every time, because the hell if I was going to spill my guts to a machine.

	At 9:05, a perky, helium-voiced girl finally answered with a giggle. "Hello, this is the new 'Good Girls Flashing'. How may I serve you?"

	She said 'serve' in the most slutty-baby way possible.

	"I..." I started, then stopped. I hadn't actually thought about what I was going to say! "I need to speak to someone... in charge!"

	"Oh? You want to be in one of our upcoming videos?"

	"No!" I cried. "I'm already..." I looked in the driveway, to make sure Skyler's car was gone. "I'm already in one of your videos- the one in a commercial I just saw late last night!"

	"Oh, the 'We're back' commercial! Yep! We just started airing it last week."

	Last week!

	Oh god, how many people-

	"Well, I'm in it! And I never agreed to be! And I need to talk to someone, so that they can take me out of that commercial, immediately!"

	"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," the helium girl said, recognition slowly dawning, and then I heard the tapping of nails on a keyboard.

	Long, fake, cherry red press-on nails, no doubt.

	"Okay, what's your name?"

	I blushed. Of course she would need to ask that! But the words still stuck in my throat.

	"Susan. Susan Duncan. But you'll have me in your records under my maiden name. Keller."

	More tapping.

	"And your address?"

	Jake and I had lived in five different places since college. I thought I left behind this life forever! But now some seedy porn company would have my name and address in their database again!

	I told her.

	"Best phone to reach you at?"

	God help me if they called the house and Skyler picked up! I gave her my cell.

	More tapping. "Okay. And... which girl are you?"

	"Excuse me?!"

	She laughed. "Which girl on the commercial are you? How would we know which part to take out otherwise?"

	My face was burning; my breath was coming in short strokes. I couldn't believe I was saying this!

	"I'm... I'm the one maturbating on the bed."

	"With a butt plug or without?"

	"Without!"

	"Oh, you're 'dirty little pussy' girl?" she laughed. "I love your tits! I wish I had a set just like those!"

	My whole face was on fire! "Thanks."

	"The CEO really likes that clip too," this air-headed girl said, typing in the background. "I saw him showing it to some investors last week. You came like sooo hard at the end of it- everyone clapped!"

	My naked body was being used as fundraising material?

	For investors?

	And they had probably watched the un-censored version too!

	This was getting worse by the second!

	The girl on the phone giggled. "In fact, I bet... yeah, let me just check something real quick!"

	I was put on hold then, nothing but a stupid housewife wearing only a sleepshirt and a robe, clutching a phone to her ear like it was a liferaft that would save her from this humiliation.

	"Okay!" the girl chirped after a minute. "Corey Franky has agreed to meet with you!"

	"Who's that?"

	She laughed. "The CEO of Good Girls Flashing, silly. Are you free today at 2?"

	The CEO!

	Should I meet him without Jake there?

	But if had agreed to meet me so quickly, it must be to apologize and take that clip down!

	If he was going to put up a fight, he'd take time to call his own lawyers, drag things out, ask for money or something... But the helium-voiced girl hadn't put me on hold for more than a minute. He had to want this over as much as I did!

	"Where are you located?"

	"Fort Lauderdale. In the shopping center with a law office and this Asian church thingy..."

	Ft. Lauderdale was only an hour away.

	And it was also where my roommate had gotten me to make that stupid tape all those years ago.

	"Fine, fine," I said, cutting off the impossibly convoluted directions the girl was giving me. "Just tell me the address and I'll find it."

	She did, then added, "Oh, and Corey had one request you had to follow before he'll agree to meet with you today."

	Was I wrong? Was he going to ask me to not bring a lawyer?! "What?"

	The girl on the phone giggled. "You're not allowed to wear any panties."

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	This was ridiculous. People didn't do business this way!

	But Jake had agreed that meeting the CEO was the fastest way to get things done. Usually Cease and Desist letters went to a company's Legal team, which wrote a counter letter, which required a response... all while my face and body would be on that horrible commercial, showing my goodies to everyone!

	I didn't tell Jake about the no-panties rule.

	But sitting in the parking lot of the new Good Girls Flashing at 1:45 that day, between the offices of some swank law firm and a Filipino-American church, I found myself debating whether or not to wear them.

	It was a horrible request.

	It was sexist, demeaning, msyogyinst!

	I mean, there was no way in hell he was going to check, right? I'd die before I let that happen!

	But if the CEO suddenly refused to meet with me and referred this whole thing to his legal team, we could be stalled here for weeks...

	I looked around; the parking lot was half-busy. Men in power suits went in and out of the glass-fronted law firm. A few immigrants in their Sunday best were entering the church. And there were a few joggers that were going to go right by my car too!

	I blushed, waiting for the joggers to pass, but another set started coming by from the other way.

	Then some more, just a minute later.

	Why did this town have so many damned joggers?!

	I looked at the clock, not wanting to be late, and finally yanked my panties down my legs and off my feet, just before another set of people ran by! I re-smoothed my conservative, ankle-length dress, made sure my buttoned-up knit sweater covered everything up top, and stepped out of my car, my heart pounding and my face bright red, hoping none of those joggers had seen me stuffing my panties into my glove compartment!

	I was a professional woman, running for town office, and now I was walking down a sidewalk in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, my pussy naked under my dress!

	And it felt like everyone could tell!

	I looked around to make sure no one I knew saw me- some of the girls from Sandy Brook liked to shop in Ft. Lauderdale for their higher class stuff- and ducked into the offices of Good Girls Flashing.

	It was much nicer than I expected, with shiny, white marble floors, a waterfall in the lobby, and a very modern-looking office desk with a cute, barely-dressed blond behind it.

	She wore five-inch fuck me heels, practically making her stand on tiptoe, and absolutely nothing else until the lower curve of her butt, where a tight pencil 'business' skirt stretched around her little hips. How she got through the day not flashing her panties at everyone in the lobby was beyond me. But I guess that was the point.

	Up top she had a tight shirt baring her collarbones and almost her navel, probably taped to her nipples to keep from exposing them. It was a little boy's wet dream of what a secretary should look like.

	How could she work here? Didn't she have any self-respect?

	"Mrs. Ducan? Mrs. Susan Ducan?" she giggled, standing up.

	I was so flustered hearing my name called across the lobby of a place like this that I didn't even notice if she had flashed her panties as she stood up or not.

	"Yes!" I said, quickly walking over. There were three men waiting in the lobby- they had heard her say my name!

	And if they were investors, they had seen much more of me than that...

	I quickly put that thought out of my head. "Yes. I'm Susan," I said quietly, hoping the secretary got the hint.

	"Okay dokey! Corey is waiting. Follow me please!"

	I did, watching what her heels did to this barely-dressed girl's bare legs. How much older was she than Skyler? A few months at most?

	Just before a large wooden door at the end of the hall, this young, silly, objectified girl turned to me. "Oh, and I forgot to ask- no panties under that dress, right?"

	My blush returned, fiercer than ever.

	She was the exploited girl, working in a place like this- but I was the one currently going commando down there!

	"Yes!"

	"Okay," she giggled, then opened the door.

	Again, it was nothing like what I expected.

	Floor to ceiling glass windows, overlooking the ocean. Fine furniture, just as expensive as the stuff we had back home. Carpet that was as soft as sand on the beach.

	And in the center of it, leaning against a large desk was a smiling man who was tall, good looking fit man just about my age.

	In his half-buttoned linen shirt and cargo shorts, he looked more like a beach-tanned frat boy than the CEO of some company!

	"Ahhhh, Miss Susan Keller-Duncan," he said, holding his arms out wide like we were old friends. "Come in, come in! Thank you Cindy, that will be all."

	"'Kay!" the secretary giggled, closing the door behind me.

	"It's just... Susan Duncan," I stammered, still trying to take it all in. The office, his age, and the fact that this man knew that I wasn't wearing any panties right now! "Are you... really the CEO?"

	"Don't look old enough, do I?" he laughed, waving at two chairs before his desk. I took one, he took the other. "I started filming Good Girls Flashing when I was back in college, when I realized girls would show me their tits for just a few beads at Mardi Gras, but I could sell that tape for thousands of dollars all over the country. Then we hit those legal troubles you may have heard about, and I had to get a real job for a few years." He smiled as I sat, crossing my legs. I bet he was thinking about my lack of panties right now!

	"And my dad, he was a big chemicals guy. Owned half the asprin plants in the state. He died two years ago, left it all to me. But I wanted to do something more fun than make asprin for a living, so I sold the plants, bought the best lawyers in the state to deal with our legal issues..." He spread his arms again, "and here we are! Been filming new girls for about a year now, and we're just getting into distribution again."

	Distribution.

	Of my naked body!

	"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," I said, trying force my blush down. "You've got an old clip of mine mixed up in the commercial you're running for your new girls now. And I want it removed from your commercials and records. I never agreed to be 'distributed' again like this!"

	He leaned back, handed me a folder from his desk. "That's your signature on this contract, right?"

	I hadn't seen this document in over twenty years! I had to check, to make sure. "Yes, but-"

	"Now I only took a few business courses before I dropped out of college, but what does that line say, right there?"

	I swallowed, hard. "In... in perpetuity."

	He was smiling. This cocky shit was laughing at me! "The whole line, please."

	My throat was tight again! "Model... signs away all rights to her footage, stills and likeness, for the company to use in distribution or advertising... in perpetuity."

	He leaned back in his leather chair, crossing his ankle over his knee. "Well, I'm sorry you had to drive all this way and drop your panties for that, Miss Duncan," he laughed. "Is there anything else you'd like to talk about today?"

	My helplessness, my fear, my rage all snapped in that one instant.

	"You can't DO this to me!" I stood up, tearing the contract into two pieces. "I'm a GROWN WOMAN! I have a daughter! I have a job! I'm running for public office and I have people COUNTING on me!" I finished tearing up the paper into little squares, then threw it at his lap. "Here's what I think of your stupid contract! And my husband is going to sue the pants off this entire company for what you're doing!"

	The CEO looked down at the shreds of paper in his lap. "That was your copy," he laughed. "Ours is with our laywers next door." He brushed the papers off his thighs. "I guess you're really going home empty handed then." He stood up, holding out his hand. "I guess I'll see you again in...a year or two? When your case finally makes its way to court?"

	A year or two of that commercial being on air? I couldn't take that!

	My legs started shaking.

	"Please... Corey-"

	"Mister Franky, please."

	My face got even redder. "Mister... Franky. Please! I was just a silly girl when I signed that contract, I didn't know what it would mean, what I was doing! Can't I just... buy my rights back from you?"

	He raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. How much?"

	"What?"

	"How much are you offering, to buy the rights to your nude body from me?"

	I swallowed, trying to remember what was in our bank account at the moment. "Ten thousand."

	"Ha! I'll make more than that off your video in less than two months! We're talking about owning the rights for showing off your young, nubile, naked, vigorously masturbating body to whomever I want, whenever I want." He grinned. "I've seen your raw footage, honey. And it's..." He whistled. "Spectacular."

	My face turned red, looking at the way he was looking at me. He was probably picturing me legs spread, masturbating for him, right now!

	"Surely that's worth a little more to you, right Suzy?"

	I had to call him Mr Franky, and he was calling me that? Even Jake didn't call me that when he was fucking me!

	"Make a better offer, or this meeting is over."

	"Twenty thousand!" I barked. We'd have to sell some stocks, stretch our next paycheck, but this had to end!

	"Twenty?" the man laughed. "I've got Japanese investors offering me double that to use your video for advertising over there. Your orgasming face could soon be on selling dildos, butt plugs, bukkake gang-bang videos all over the Japanese Islands. You'd be an international star!"

	"Please! Don't! I'll give you... a hundred thousand dollars!"

	We'd have to sell my car, all our stocks and retirement accounts- but it would be worth it!

	He leaned back in his chair. "Well now. Things just got interesting. With a hundred thousand, in one lump sum, I could recruit about... one hundred new, naive college girls with big tits and shaved pussies, willing to do anything for me on camera if I got them drunk enough. You could fund the entire next generation of Good Girls Flashing! How do you feel about that, Suzy-cakes?"

	I felt horrible!

	And it would financially destroy our family. We might have to move to a smaller house, pull Skyler out of her school... but what choice did I have?

	"There is, however, another option," Corey laughed, looking me over like a piece of meat. "Look, I'm a businessman. And while slutty little college girls flashing their snatches are good for business, do you know what's just absolutely great for it?"

	I looked at him, my eyes on fire. "I have no idea."

	My little show of defiance made him laugh. "What folks love more than one time girls are 'Where are they now?' pieces. A video of you, as an innocent naked girl diddling yourself back then... followed by a video of you as the mature, sexy MILF you are now, moaning as you took a big, hard cock..." He rubbed his chin. "...maybe a big hard, black cock..."

	Horror flooded me, even as, for some reason, my nipples started to get hard.

	"What?!"

	"I can see it now, the side by side shots in our commercials. We'll airbrush your images a little now, but it doesn't look like you need it," he laughed, as my jaw dropped. "And maybe put you in a oral gangbang after. Do you swallow? You look like a girl who swallows."

	I shot to my feet again.

	"I'm a MARRIED WOMAN! If you think I drove all this way to convince you to stop using my image on your pornographic website only for me to do more porn for you, you're a psychopath and I'll have my husband here in a less than an hour to kick the shit out of your-"

	"What was that little town you were from again? Sandy Creek?"

	My heart stopped.

	"No, Sandy Brook, that's right," he laughed, looking at Cindy's typed notes. "Thanks for giving us your up-to-date contact information, by the way." He winked at me. "It will make these negotiations go so much smoother."

	I felt like I was falling into an alternate dimension.

	He flipped a page, reading.

	"Looked you up on Facebook, you've got a husband, a daughter, and you're running for town councilwoman!" He put down the folder. "How about Good Girls Flashing helps out with your campaign advertisements a little? With a big, twenty-foot tall billboard right in the center of town. 'Vote Suzy Ducan- she knows how to make it feel good!'" He grinned his wolf grin at me again.

	"Over a high-res still of you with your legs in the air and your fingers buried in your pussy, screaming your head off? That'd win you the election, right?"

	I felt like I was having a heart attack!

	"You... couldn't! The town council would never approve something that-"

	Any request for a new billboard would go before the council and creepy old Joe Risso! Corey wouldn't even have to put the billboard up to humiliate me completely! My political rival would see everything I had- in full color! 

	"We'd use little cartoon stars to cover your nipples and pussy, just like we did in the commercial," the CEO laughed. "That's how we get around nudity laws. But we'd make those stars so fucking tiny, to show every pixel of your naked, cumming body that we could- it'd be so hot that you'd have all the homeless men and young guys in town jacking themselves off to it every single night!"

	I was shaking, about to fall over. This wasn't how this was supposed to go!

	"Please," I gulped. "Don't do that! No one knows about... what I did back then!"

	"How about I pay YOU one hundred thousand dollars, Suzy. Of you, getting railed by one huge, hung stud on your veranda, dressed in nothing but heels and pearls, whatever you rich southern housewives wear. Until you came explosively again, just like you did on that first video. How about that?"

	"Never!"

	He grinned, looking me up and down. "You've still got a rocking hot body, do you know that, Suzy? I'd bet your husband busts his nut within a minute of pounding that fine ass, seeing those big titties bouncing in his face! Am I wrong?"

	This was so wrong! But if I didn't answer, would he buy that billboard? "He lasts just fine!"

	The truth was, when I went into full porn-star mode for him, moaning, pressing against, Jake came in less than a minute.

	"Well that's good," he laughed. "What if I made it five studs in a row? Or ten? All with cocks bigger and thicker than your husband's could ever be? How many times could Suzy's dirty little pussy cum then? How good would that feel?"

	My body started to react, even as he threatened to destroy my life.

	"No! Out of the question! I'm a MARRIED woman! I could NEVER-"

	I gulped. I was starting to drip between my thighs. And I didn't have any panties to catch it up!

	"Okay it was just a thought," he laughed, smiling at me. "I guess I still will have to put that advertising billboard up on the corner of Main and Elm then."

	I died.

	"Unless you do one thing for me."

	I came back to life.

	I was almost in tears. "What?"

	He smiled, leaning back in his chair. "Did you follow my request? Prove you aren't wearing any panties right now, and I'll shelve the billboard idea."

	Thank god I had left them in the car!

	Or my nude body might have slid across Joe Risso's desk on a billboard request form!

	And that dirty shit would probably have approved it, letting the billboard go up!

	I swallowed. "Prove it... how?"

	He pointed at my ankles and made little upward motions with his fingers, and my stomach sank.

	I couldn't do this!

	But I had to, to protect my name and my family!

	I swallowed hard, as he just grinned.

	I mean, he had already seen me, right?

	But this was different- this was, real life!

	My hands were shaking, my heart was pounding as I uncrossed my legs and slowly started pulling up hem of my long, professional, concealing dress. I showed him my bare calves, my knees, my thighs and- oh god- my neatly trimmed pussy!

	"Very nice," he laughed. "Still looks just as sweet as the one on tape! We could make a lot of money together. I'd make that dirty little pussy famous!"

	I couldn't talk. I was flashing my pussy to a stranger!

	"Spread those legs a little? Are you... you're dripping wet Suzy!"

	My face was on fire. These were just like the games Jake made me play- my body was reacting out of habit!

	"Yeah, you'll be back. I'll have you doing that gangbang video before the end of the month, I bet."

	He hit a button on his desk, a buzzer sounded at the door, and his secretary pulled open the door, making me flash my legs and pussy at the men sitting in the lobby too!

	"Oh god!" I gasped, drawing even more attention to myself as I slammed my knees together, quickly pulling my dress back down.

	Looking right down the hallway at me, the men in the lobby started whistling and elbowing each other.

	I felt like I was going to die!

	The CEO chortled. "Just another fun day at Good Girls Flashing, huh Cindy?"

	His silly secretary was laughing too! "Yes boss."

	"Show Miss Suzy out if you would, Cindy. But don't let her flash her pussy at any of the other salesmen waiting in the lobby, okay? We're trying to run a respectiable business here," he laughed, standing up.

	"Yes boss." She stepped aside, professional as ever. "This way, Mrs. Duncan."

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	This was absolutely horrible!

	I was being humilated by this amoral company not only on TV, but now, in person!

	I didn't even wear two-piece bikinis to the beach, only sarongs! No man except Jake had seen my pussy in twenty years- and now I had flashed it at some horrible CEO and three guys in the lobby of his company!

	And there was even a chance they would out me to my entire town if they just felt like it!

	I hoped Jake could get that Cease and Desist letter out as soon as possible!

	I came out of the Good Girls Flashing offices, took four steps on the sidewalk-


-and found myself standing face to face with the little blond trophy wife, Bethany Silver.

	She held two large bags in her hands, one from Saks Fifth Avenue and one from Versace. She must have been shopping in town!

	"Susan?" she laughed, peeking over the top of her large, mirrored sunglasses at me. "What are you doing... here?"

	I saw her look up at the HUGE "Good Girls Flashing!" sign just a few steps behind me and felt my knees get week. I looked at the only other two signs in the entire parking lot, the one for the Fillipino-American Church and-

	"I'm meeting with some lawyers," I said, quickly motioning at the law firm sign. "About something personal."

	"But your husband's a lawyer..." Bethany started, and then her eyes lit up. "Are you and Jake having trouble?"

	I hated this bitch and the delight she took, imagining Jake and I might be getting a divorce! But still, she ran the country club and all the women voters in it.

	"Of course not," I shot back, my face blushing in anger and shame. "It was personal, like I said. I'll leave you to your shopping, Bethany."

	"Okay. See you around, Susan," she sang, sliding her sunglasses back into place.

	But as I got into my car, I saw her look up at the huge Good Girls Flashing sign in the parking lot, then back at me, then get a thoughtful look on her face.

	And I got a very, very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. 


- Chapter 3 - Susan's secret is getting harder and harder to keep!

	My stomach was in knots the whole way home.

	Stupid Bethany Silver had just almost caught me coming out of the "Good Girls Flashing" offices in Ft. Lauderdale, and that TV commercial of me buck naked and masturbating in college was still airing because the horrible CEO of GGF, Corey Franky, wouldn't take it down!

	If Bethany saw that commercial, even for a few seconds, she'd instantly recognize who it was, even twenty years later! But luckily, she didn't seem like the type to watch seedy late-night men's channels. I just hoped Jake had written one hell of a scary Cease and Desist letter; I needed my husband to save me from this humiliation, and fast!

	Jake was doing something at the kitchen table on his laptop when I got home, looking a little guilty.

	He pushed down the screen as soon as I came in the door and looked up at me. "How did it go with the CEO?"

	"Terrible!" I said, almost tearing up. "He wouldn't agree to take my video down, or negotiate, or anything! And he's just very... demanding!"

	I would tell Jake about the no-panties fiasco some other day, if ever; I didn't want him to know his wife was flashing her pussy at strange men in lobbies! But at least now that billboard option was definitely off the table!

	I leaned on our granite countertop for support. "How is it going with that Cease and Desist? Please tell me you've sent it already!?"

	He looked even guiltier. "We're making progress. But one of the senior partners wanted to see the evidence against the distribution company before he'd sign the firm's name to a letter. So I had to pull him aside into a conference room and, uh... show it to him."

	"A senior partner?! Which one?"

	"Steven Pressman."

	I felt my self getting light headed. "Oh god, Jake- I dance with Steven at every company Christmas party!"

	Jake swallowed. "I know."

	"And now you're telling me that he's seen me, in that horrible commercial?!"

	Jake looked even guiltier. "Not just the commercial. To fully document all the grievances in the Cease and Desist, we had to watch the um... unedited version."

	I almost fell over.

	"JAKE! The UNEDITED version! That means he saw-"

	Oh god, how much had Jake shown him?

	The part where a nude-as-a-baby me spread my legs as wide as they would go and winked at the camera?

	The part where I came, rubbing my shaved pussy and moaning at the top of my lungs?

	Or the part where my roommate fingered me, doggy-style, to another screaming orgasm, while the cameraman and director laughed and cheered us on?

	How could I ever look Steven in the eye again?!

	I was blushing from head to toe, my skin hot to the touch. "Oh Christ Jake- you let, you let another man... see my naked body... like that?!"

	"It was very professional," my husband snapped, while blushing himself. "We closed the conference room door, had the sound very low, and no one else was in there except us. And Steven is bound by attorney-client privilege not to tell anyone about what he saw!"

	"That doesn't make me feel any better!"

	Steven Goddard was a tall, distinguished man in his mid-fifties and one of the founding attorneys of Jake's prestigious firm. He always brought the perfect bottle of wine when he came to visit, told the most tasteful jokes at dinner parties, and always smelled like the hint of very expensive cologne when he held me close as we slow danced at the company Christmas parties.

	True, he always held me a little tighter than the other senior partners when we danced, his right hand sometimes drifting down to the upper swell of my ass as we swayed, our bodies pressed close, but he never meant anything by it. And in truth it was a little flattering to have such a distinguished, successful man being just a little bit flirtatious with me in public.

	But now every time we met, part of his mind would picture me as that naked nineteen-year-old girl with her legs splayed open and cumming for the camera!

	I held my head. I felt like I was getting a migraine!

	"Wait," I said, rubbing my brow, "how did you get the unedited copy? We haven't had that VHS tape around for years!"

	And Jake looked even guiltier.

	"They have it, um, streaming. Inside the platinum members-only section of the Good Girls Flashing website."

	"You bought a membership?!"

	"Only to write the Cease and Desist letter! And don't worry, the firm will reimburse us for the costs of any research I do while working on a case-"

	That wasn't the point! I didn't want to give that horrible Corey Franky any more money, whether it was ours or the law firm's!

	I definitely was getting that headache.

	"Jake! That's not what I-"

	"Susan, don't worry about that right now," my husband said, swiveling the now-open laptop towards me. "I think we have bigger problems than what Steven knows."

	"Oh god, what?!"

	There was the sound of a door being thrown open on the floor above us and Jake quickly closed his laptop screen again. We heard eager little feet running down our stairs and a moment later our daughter Skyler bounded into our kitchen the way only eighteen-year old girls without a care in the world can.

	"Hiya Mom, Dad! What's up?"

	She looked a lot like me, long curly brown hair, long athletic legs, and a gifted chest. She wasn't quite as full as me up top but still had sizable breasts for someone her age and the same fresh-faced, girl-next-door glow I had as a teen too. She even had a similar beauty mark on her face and a very similar way of speaking- Oh god, what if people thought the girl in the video was HER?

	I swallowed that disastrous thought and tried to smile. "Nothing, honey!"

	"You okay?" she laughed, picking up an apple from the basket and rubbing it on her shirt. "You look a little flushed, Mom."

	"I just came back from the gym," I lied, looking at Jake. "I was just going to take a shower."

	"Oh cool cool cool. So hey," she giggled, tossing the apple around in her slim hands, "ummmmm, a couple of guys invited Jasmine and I to the lake tonight! Can I go?"

	"Not dressed like that you can't!" I sputtered.

	Skyler was barefoot and wearing a tied-off half shirt that was really just the front of a shirt- you could see all of her flat stomach and her entire bra from the back! And her cut-off jean 'shorts' were so short it was really the whites of her hanging pockets that were covering her thighs, if anything, with the round lower curves of her butt visible in back too!

	It was barely acceptable to wear around the house with her father home, and definitely not around guys her own age!

	"Moooommm," she laughed, "I'm going to change when we get there. It's a lake party- Jasmine and I will be wearing swimsuits."

	"Your one piece, I hope!"

	She laughed again, twisting the stem of her apple. "Mooooom! Stop being such a prude! All the girls wear bikinis now a days."

	"Skyler, the bikini you were wearing at our party- it was barely a thong! Wearing that in public, it's like... dancing in front of everyone in your underwear!"

	She turned her attention to Jake, sliding between him and the table. "Pleeeeease Daddy?" she laughed, sitting like a little girl, across his thighs. "No one's bringing any alcohol, I promise! And I'll be back by eleven!"

	With his little princess sitting on his lap, Jake melted like butter.

	"Um, sure. That sounds fine honey. Just be careful, okay?"

	I stamped my foot on the smooth bamboo floor. "Jake!"

	Sky batted her eyelashes at him. "And... Jasmine wanted me to drive everyone. Can I take mom's car instead of mine? It's bigger."

	"Sure. But definitely NO drinking."

	"You got it- Love you Daddy!" She kissed him on the cheek and bounded off his lap, snatching my keys off the counter as she ran outside. "Thanks Daddy- LOOOOVE YOU!"

	As the outside door slammed I turned to my husband.

	"Jake! I really wish you wouldn't countermand me in front of her like that! I don't think she realizes the effect her body has on boys yet! If we keep letting her dress like that..."

	We were pretty sure Skyler was still a virgin, from the way she still covered her eyes and giggled at PG-13 sex scenes in movies we watched together. But if she kept dressing like that and going to lake parties with boys, her cherry wouldn't survive until the end of summer!

	"Honey, I don't know if you're the best person to be telling her how nineteen-year-olds should dress in public..." Jake said, opening his laptop and showing me the screen.

	And there I was, nude on the internet!

	The little cartoon stars were gone, my bare, hard nipples were pointed right at the camera, as was my naked pussy.

	I blushed even harder, remembering that, right now, under my dress, my pussy was exposed again too!

	"And besides," Jake sighed, "I just wanted her out of the house for a few hours. So we can talk about how we're going to handle... this." He waved at the screen. "Letting her drive your car is a small price to pay for that."

	I was so humiliated!

	Because of something that I had done twenty years ago, my husband had to deal with his wife being naked on the internet, for anyone to see!

	I fanned my hot cheeks. "I guess. I just hope Sklyer refills my gas tank before- oh shit!"

	My panties were still stuffed in the glove compartment of my car!

	Jake looked up at me, concerned. "What's wrong?"

	I swallowed hard, forcing myself to sit down. Hopefully none of her friends would open the glovebox. There was never a reason to, right? Unless they got pulled over and oh god....

	But I couldn't call my daughter now and warn her- what would I even say?!

	"Honey? Don't look in the glove compartment, okay? Mommy needed to Sharon Stone some horny guys in an office building today, so her panties are in there. You understand, right?"

	"Nothing!" I answered, feeling my stomach churning again, from imagining my daughter speeding down the highway with my bunched up panties in her glove compartment. I'd just have to risk it! "What's this, um, bigger problem you were talking about?"

	"Well, inside the member's section there's a... forum. And in there the members are posting images of their, um, favorite girls from the videos. With words written across them."

	I swallowed. "Like memes?"

	"They call them captions. And they're just... well, look." He reached over and clicked to another tab, his face grim.

	The thread was called, "What would you do to this slamming hot chick with the huge tits?"

	At the top was a very high resolution still from near the end of my video, where I was face-down, ass-up on the bed, with my roommate Kelly's two fingers inside of me, pressing down on my G-spot. Kelly was mostly off camera, only her arm visible.

	But I was centered in the screen, captured right at the moment of climax, with my knees on the bed but my feet curled up in almost painful orgasmic pleasure.

	You could see the firm globes of my breasts hanging below my slim ribs, my nipples rock hard.

	You could see my shaved, dripping wet, nineteen-year-old pussy, with Kelly's fingers stretching my pink folds apart.

	You could see my face with my mouth wide open in orgasmic screams, with my hair falling over my eyes as I thrust back against Kelly's hand, begging her to fuck me harder.

	It was actually quite an artistic shot, the lighting and the field of focus capturing the moment of my climax perfectly.

	The first comment was: "FUCK I can't get enough of this chick!!! Those huge tits, her hot snatch, the cute way she bites her lip when she's about to cum... I've busted a nut to this girl every night this week! If I was in a room with her tonight I'd..."

	And then, in the first post was attached an image of me, the same shot from above but with words Photoshopped over it in bold, white font:

	FILL HER WITH SO MUCH CUM SHE'D BE LEAKING FOR A WEEK.

	I swallowed. "Oh god."

	The next post skipped the personalized message, just having another caption over that read:

	THIS IS WHAT PERFECTION LOOKS LIKE. THE PERFECT SLUT.

	"Oh Jesus!"

	The thread just kept going, each post adding

	another caption over my image.

	I'D EAT HER ASS EVERY DAY IF SHE WANTED ME TO. HOTTEST CUM SLUT EVER.

	And-

	I STROKE OFF TO HER EVERY DAY. AND IT'S THE HARDEST CUM OF MY LIFE EACH TIME.

	And-

	THIS SLUT DESERVES COCK. MY ENTIRE FRAT IS WILLING TO BANG HER. JUST GIVE US AN ADDRESS AND A TIME.

	Jake swallowed, looking up at me. "You're starting to get... fans."

	I pressed a hand against my hot forehead. "I think I need to go take a shower."

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	Fans.

	The word shook me to my core.

	Even under the hot, pulsing water of our large walk-in shower, I shivered as I tried not to think about an entire horny fraternity being in here with me.

	Twenty naked men, their young cocks all rock hard, kissing and touching me everywhere on my body as I squirmed, helpless and surrounded...

	Forcing me to bend over and take them in my pussy, my mouth, my ass, one after another after another, not caring if I resisted or fought back, just as long as they got to cum inside one of my hot holes...

	Carrying me from one fuck to another, not letting me touch the ground, worshiping my body like a goddess even as they made me their used, cum-covered slut, as I couldn't help but cum and cum and cum for the cheering crowd-

	I yanked my fingers away from my clit just seconds before I orgasmed for real.

	What the hell was wrong with me?

	Was I getting turned on, imagining all those users drooling over illegally-gotten videos of me and other naive girls, while some exploitive skin-merchant profited off it all?!

	Was I getting turned on, imagining desperately horny young men coming across my video and having to stroke themselves to me?

	Choosing me over every other naked woman on the internet...

	Watching me in my most intimate, humiliating moments...

	I couldn't help it. My hand found my aching clit again, rubbing in small, fast circles until I came, my knees pressed tightly together and a hand over my mouth to muffle my uncontrollable yells of pleasure.

	It was a good orgasm.

	I blushed as I imagined secret cameras installed in my shower, with a direct feed to that horny fraternity house, with twenty, thirty, maybe a hundred young men watching every inch of my naked body, high-fiving each other as they saw me unable to resist playing with myself, because I was such a needy, horny, sex-starved slut.

	It was a really good orgasm.

	There were loud knocks on the bathroom door.

	"Honey?" Jake asked, knocking again. "Are you okay in there? I heard yelling."

	"I'm fine!" I cried, yanking my hand from between my legs. "Don't come in!"

	I looked at myself in the mirror. Even with my hand gone, Jake would take one look at my red, flushed chest, my diamond hard nipples, and the guilty look on my face and he would know what I had been doing! "I'm okay!"

	I watched the door handle, holding my breath, but thank god it didn't start turning.

	"Are you sure?" Jake asked from the other side.

	"It sounded like you were... crying."

	"No!" I yelled, covering myself with body wash. Hopefully that would hide the signs! "I was just... so mad at myself for letting this happen! I just need... a long shower to think about it. Alone!"

	I kept watching the door, praying for it to stay closed.

	After a few seconds, he said, "It's not your fault honey. It's just... something that happened to us. I'll get the Cease and Desist letter out by tomorrow, and they'll have to take your video down. I promise!"

	"Yes! That's fine! Just... let me shower for a little longer, okay?"

	"Sure honey. I'll be in bed."

	I waited a few minutes until I heard the TV turn on, quietly locked the bathroom door, and then bit my lip as my hand started drifting lower again.

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	The next morning my caption thread had nearly one hundred responses.

	Just reading on Jake's laptop all about what all those men wanted to do to me, using me like a slut just like Jake did when we role-played, made my skin tingle. They were SO explicit! Could I really have this kind of effect on so MANY men?

	At my age?

	Jake was showering, so I smiled and fantasized about letting some of these captioners actually DO what they were writing about to me, my nipples getting harder under my robe. But then I noticed another thread title that made my blood run absolutely cold.

	"So does ANYONE know who this slamming hot chick masturbating in bed actually is?"

	The first post read:

	"I just love this girl- I've made ten captions of her already! Anyone know if she's done any other stuff or even her name? Dying to find out! ANY HELP APPRECIATED!"

	My heart about stopped. "JAKE! Get in here! HURRY!"

	My husband ran in from the shower, soaking wet and half wrapped in a towel, and I just pointed at his laptop screen as he started reading over my shoulder.

	The second post said:

	"Well, she's definitely from the back catalog, you can tell by the grainy background at the edges of the screen, that's from the post-process coversion of VHS to digital. And she said she's from Florida. So our Miss X is a girl from Florida who would have been 18-22 like 20 years ago..."

	Jake swallowed. "Susan, this is bad."

	I was shaking my head as I scrolled further down. "Oh god no... please..."

	Third post:

	"And the hot friend who fingered her was wearing a FSU Seminoles shirt. So we're looking for two girls that went to Florida State, about 20 years ago. And from the looks of their hair, probably a pair of sorority chicks too."

	Both my roommate Kelly and I had been Delta Gammas while we were at FSU! And our faces were probably still in the sorority's on-line yearbook!

	Fourth post:

	"Okay, I'll start checking sororities in the Florida area- my sister knows a lot of them!"

	Fifth post:

	"I'll start checking Facebook profiles. From her age, she's probably a mom by now. Her accent sounds like Florida- I bet two dollars she still lives in the area!"

	My heart was absolutely about to burst out of my chest. I turned to my husband, my throat tight.

	"Oh god, Jake- they're figuring it out!"

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	I was a wreck for the next hour, as I hit refresh on that thread every minute, waiting for one of them to post my home address or phone number and end my life.

	I tried to make my Facebook page private, but I couldn't figure out how.

	I even Google searched pictures of myself, trying to figure out how hard it would be for people to make the leap from the girl in the video to what I looked like now, then went back to checking that forum thread every minute.

	Jake was quickly tying his tie, to rush into the office. "Honey, you have to get away from that laptop before it drives you insane!"

	"But they're getting closer! One guy said he was putting my face into some sort of facial recognition software or something!"

	"That's not a real thing," my husband said, rubbing my shoulders. "He's just showing off for his friends. We'll get the C&D out to Good Girls Flashing and your video will be down before noon tomorrow, I promise!"

	"But what if someone finds me first? What if they find my home address?! What if-"

	What if they told one of Skyler's friends- how would I deal with being the Mom who had done porn?!

	Jake grabbed both my shoulders. "Susan. It won't do any good to make yourself sick with worry! You need to relax."

	"I can't!"

	"Then you need to exercise. To burn off that extra energy somehow! Maybe you should go to the country club for a while."

	I slammed his laptop shut. "Jake! I don't think I could go play tennis at a time like-"

	And then I thought about it.

	Most parts of the country club were co-ed. But the women's workout room, women's sauna and women's mini-pool were all female, by law. And none of the very rich, usually married female members of the Sandy Brook Country Club were likely to ALSO be platinum members of Good Girls Flashing.

	I could relax there.

	And swim so many laps that I would no longer feel ANY urge to play with myself and mentally cheat on Jake anymore.

	"That's a good idea," I said, standing up. "I think I will go to the club."

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	Driving down the slow main street of our small town, I couldn't help but look at every man walking down the sidewalk and wonder.

	Had HE seen my sex tape?

	What about HIM?

	How would these average, probably sexually-frustrated men (aren't they all) react if they knew that passing them just a few feet away was a bona-fide, fan-favorite, porn star?

	My nipples started hardening and I shook my head to clear it of those damaging, deviant thoughts as I drove a little faster than the speed limit to get to our country club sooner.

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	I put on a thick, shoulders-to-thighs one-piece swimsuit and swam consecutive laps in the women's pool until I could finally think again. I was showing the least skin in the entire women's area except for a few eighty-year-olds doing water aerobics, but I didn't care.

	I needed the exertion. I needed to pant, to

	sweat, to get out all the tension and process everything that had happened to me the last few days...WITHOUT masturbating!

	I can't believe I had done that- to such sick fantasies!

	I kept swimming laps until I had wrung all the butterflies out of my stomach and I was a panting, limp, but clear-headed, mess.

	Afterwards, in front of my locker, I wrapped a towel around myself as I stripped out of my swimsuit, feeling a little self-conscious as I always did.

	Ever since I had really started developing in late high school and early college, getting taller, much more leggy and growing these ridiculous bouncing breasts, I started to realize that most other women automatically judged me in the locker room, as soon as they saw my nude body.

	Assuming I would try to steal their boyfriends the first chance I got.

	Assuming that my round ass, firm tits, pouty lips

	meant I was some sex-starved slut.

	Assuming I would look down on them for their flatter chests or shorter legs, when all I really wanted was to be their friend!

	I quickly learned that the best way to avoid evil stares in the locker room was to never be naked around other women, a habit I kept to this day.

	I never used the standard towels they gave at the club, they had a habit of falling open at the worst times. Instead I brought my own longer, wider beach towels from home, ones I could securely wrap around me with extra room to spare in every direction. I had one of these monsters covering me from armpits to knees as I went to the showers and another over my arm just in case the first fell to the floor.

	For some reason the country club had 'privacy-style' group showers, meaning a large open room with multiple showerheads on the wall, but also shoulder-high curtains between each one, so you could usually see the head and shoulders of the woman next to you.

	It was a dumb and contradictory set-up, probably from some old-fashioned idea that women just loved chatting with each other so much, they needed to see each other's faces, even in the showers!

	I set up near the back of the room, only taking off my beach towel when the curtain behind me was firmly closed, and hanging each over a separate rod. I enjoyed letting the hot, high pressure water blast my tensions away, but blushed a little as I remembered my last shower.

	I steadfastly ignored my hard nipples and my aching pussy begging to be touched; I was done masturbating to sick fantasies of being a porn star! Jake would send a Cease and Desist letter today, have them take down that video, and that would be the end of it!

	I shook my head to clear those horrible urges away, but suddenly got the feeling that someone was watching me, for real. And when I turned around, I saw blond trophy wife Bethany Silver standing at the entrance to the shower room.

	She was fully nude except for a pair of flip flops, her short towel draped over her arm, as if she just couldn't be bothered to cover up. With her incredibly fit, toned body, Bethany often got nasty looks from other women too. But she just didn't care.

	Bethany saw me watching her, gave a little smirk, and then walked over to take the shower right next to me, which was a surprise. We weren't friends, or 'gossip buddies', and her bitchiness was the last thing I needed to deal with today!

	"Good to see you again, Susan," she said, turning on her water, our shoulders almost touching through the thin privacy curtain. "Enjoyed your swim?"

	Being much taller, I could nearly see all the way down into her stall, and looked away as she started washing her small, perky, never-going-to-sag breasts.

	"Yes Bethany, I did."

	She smirked as she continued washing herself. "Well, it certainly looked like you burned off some much-needed calories."

	I grit my teeth, remembering that I still needed

	her friends as voters for the upcoming election.

	"It was just a little workout. Nothing so sweaty as the ones you used to teach at the YMCA."

	I smiled as I saw her lips press a little tighter together. Bethany hated being reminded of her humble beginnings before she had become a rich, stay-at-home trophy wife!

	"Well, obviously," she replied, her eyes narrowing. "I don't know if you could last five minutes in one of the classes I used to teach. Not at your age. But you DID work up quite a sweat in your younger days, didn't you Susan?" She grinned coldly at me. "Or should I say... Miss X?"

	I almost fell out of my shower.

	"What did you say?!"

	I must have misheard her!

	But she just laughed, casually soaping up more of her perfectly fit body as if nothing was amiss.

	"Well, my horrible step-son Tolbert, you know Tolbert, he's in the same class as Skyler, well, Tolbert has this nasty habit of stealing his dad's credit card when he wants to buy something without telling us about it," Bethany said, as my heart started to pound.

	"So I started checking our bank statements every week, for strange charges, and wouldn't you know it? Last week I found this purchase from some website I definitely couldn't remember visiting, so I did a little research, and it was the most disgusting thing- some horrible website specializing in showing videos of naked, stupid, white-trash college girls sexually humiliating themselves on camera!"

	This couldn't be happening!

	Not here! And not HER!

	But Bethany was still smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

	"So I marched right into Tolbert's room and made him show me this horrible site he had bought a membership to, and right there... in his 'most watched' videos section... in full color... was this naked, utterly shameless, masturbating girl with big stupid tits that I recognized immediately!" She raised a smug eyebrow at me. "Had quite the wild time in college, did we, Miss X?"

	I was having a hard time breathing.

	Bethany Silver, the biggest bitch in town, knew about my secret sex video.

	She knew!

	"And there were all these threads or posts or whatever from Tolbert's stupid online friends, trying to figure out just WHO this shameless masturbating girl in the video was," Bethany laughed, loving the look of horror on my face. "But what's more interesting to me is what MY friends would say if they knew that good, upstanding community member Susan Duncan had once filmed herself-"

	"Bethany, please!" I hissed, looking around room. Luckily, no one else was in the showers with us! "No one knows about my video, except Jake!" My face was burning hot- I must have been as red as a beet! "It was just something I did once- I've been trying to get them to destroy that video ever since!"

	She laughed. "Oh. That's why you were at their company offices in Ft. Lauderdale yesterday?"

	"Yes!"

	"Or was it to collect your royalty check? My Tolbert must have gone through an entire box of tissues beating himself off to your little college mistake; you must be getting quite the commission!"

	I blushed even harder. "It doesn't work like that!"

	She soaped up her arms, as leisurely as some Hollywood bathing beauty. "You know, I should have you apologize to Tolbert for all the 'distress' your little college indiscretion has cost him. He's practically rubbed himself raw looking at your horrid little video."

	My stomach felt like it was going to crush in on itself.

	One of the boys in town knew about my video.

	And he had been caught masturbating to it, by his mother.

	Who also happened to be my most hated rival.

	This couldn't be happening to me!

	I tried to breathe before I fainted. "Please, Bethany let's just keep this between us? No need to get anyone else involved."

	She smiled sweetly at me. "You mean I shouldn't post all your personal information and some current pictures to the 'Who is Miss X?' thread?"

	I gripped the curtain rod separating us. "No! Of course not!"

	"Why not? You'd get so much fan-mail, I bet."

	My heart was about to explode.

	"Please!" I shrieked. "You can't! That would, it would-"

	"Wreck your squeaky clean image, Madame soon-to-be councilwoman?" she laughed, turning off her shower. "Prove to the entire town that you're not the high-and-mighty perfect little housewife with her nose stuck up in the clouds like you try to act like you are?"

	She thought I was arrogant? That was the snob calling the kettle white!

	I felt that roller coaster drop feeling again, my knees shaking from adrenaline.

	"Please Bethany, it was just a mistake I made once. We're friends; you don't need to-"

	"We are NOT friends," she said, her face going suddenly serious. But then her fake smile returned. "But I will keep your little secret for you, Susan."

	I could breathe again.

	"Provided you do one little thing for me."

	It was hard for me to swallow, but I managed.

	"What?"

	She laughed. "Lose a little bet for me."

	She said it so matter-of-factly, like it was a normal phrase everyone used. "What?"

	"Why Susan, don't you remember that bet you and I made a month back, where the loser had to suffer a quick little dare in the ladies locker room at the country club if she lost?" Bethany gave me her warmest smile. "Well it looks like you just lost, sugar."

	I still didn't get exactly what she was going for, but I just swallowed and nodded. I couldn't let her tell anyone about my video, not this close to home! "Okay. Fine."

	"Turn off your shower," she said, smiling. "And hand me your towels. All of them. And don't you dare shake any of that water off." She laughed at my shocked face. "I have it on good evidence that you like being wet in front of crowds."

	I did as she ordered, numbly handing over my only two towels over the curtain to her. She took her time drying every inch of her body thoroughly while I shivered, naked and cold.

	My forearms brushed my nipples as I hugged myself, shaking; my nipples were so hard right now!

	"Cold, dearie?" she laughed, wrapping her towel around her hair, then my oversized one around her body. "Don't worry, this little dare will warm you right up." She stepped out of her shower, my other towel over her arm, then laughed at me again. "Well? Come on, then."

	Was she serious? She was modestly covered from chest to calves in my oversized towel, and I was nude as a baby!

	"Bethany! I'm..." I looked around, not wanting to yell. "Naked!"

	"See, this is why everyone hates you," she said, crossing her arms in front of my towel. "It's the women's locker room, Susan. No one gives a damn about seeing your floppy tits or loose pussy. Yet you guard them both like they were the fucking crown jewels."

	I blushed even harder. "That's not why I-"

	She just turned away and started walking.

	"Follow me, honey. And do exactly as I say. Or everyone finds out who Miss X is. Starting with all of Skyler's friends."

	A knife turned in my stomach and I jumped out of my stall to scramble after her, my heart about to burst of out my chest!

	Of course I had walked around naked before, in the privacy of my own bedroom, but this felt so strange. I was totally bare- barefoot, tits bouncing, ass exposed, pussy uncovered- in a semi-public space!

	And I was dripping wet!

	Bethany laughed as I scrambled to cover myself with my hands I hurriedly walked after her.

	"Feeling exposed Susan? Based on that video, I would have thought someone like you would be used to that by now."

	"Bethany, please!" I hissed. "Don't make me do... whatever this is!"

	"Oh honey, no chance. I've been wanting to do this, why, forever!"

	We entered the locker room/changing area, where there were other women around us for the first time. I couldn't even them in the eyes but did hear everyone stop what they were doing and start to whisper when we passed.

	Why was a naked, wet Susan Ducan following Bethany Silver around?

	Everyone knew Bethany was a bitch. But for her to have me totally nude and dripping wet, following her around like a puppy while obviously hating it, now that was new and interesting.

	"Alright ladies, gather around!" Susan said, clapping loud enough for the entire locker room to hear. "Susy here has something she wants all of you to witness!"

	"Bethany!" I hissed, as every head in the area turned openly towards us. I covered myself out of reflex but it was horribly ineffective, as any nude woman with small hands and large tits would agree. I was exposed, in front of everybody!

	I shivered and squirmed as women, most of them my acquaintances, gathered around, curious. There must have been fifteen sets of eyes on my naked body now!

	"Now, everyone knows how big a sports fan I am, and how dearly I love my Florida Gators," Bethany said, to a few agreeing whistles and 'Go Gators!' cheers. "But Susan here, she's a Georgia Bulldog fan, born and bred. And she actually bet me that the Bulldogs would beat the Gators in the SEC championship this year!"

	There were good-natured boos and hisses around us.

	We were deep in Gators country- I didn't care much about sports, but even I knew that no one around here dared support Georgia teams in public, not if they valued their car windows! I didn't know where Bethany was going with this, but my stomach was about to jump out of my throat!

	"And so we made a little bet, Susy and I, that whomever lost the SEC championship would have to get spanked by the winner, right here in the locker room of the country club, bent over this changing bench, nude as a baby."

	My legs almost collapsed. "Bethany! No!"

	Her eyes were sparkling at me. "But don't you remember, Susan? You were the one who proposed the bet, a few months ago, right in those showers over there. Unless you want to pay the penalty we agreed for not going through with it..."

	She was going to tell everyone!

	"No! I'll do it! It's fine!"

	A bare bottom spanking at the hand of the

	horrible Bethany Silver?

	Bent over a bench, in front of all the women here?

	Oh god, the way gossip spread, I'd be the laughing stock of the country club within a week!

	One of the dressed women, Charlene, spoke to me. "Are you sure, Susan? You don't have to let Bethany bully you around."

	"You sure don't," Bethany laughed. "Just say the word, Susan, and we'll do that other thing we talked about-"

	"No!" I gasped, my face going full red. "It's okay! Really, Charlene, it's okay!"

	I was on the Club Gardening Committee with Charlene! And now she was going to see me get spanked like a little child!

	"Are you SURE, Susan?" Bethany laughed. "I wouldn't want to make you do ANYTHING you don't want to."

	She wanted me to pretend I was okay with this!

	In front of everyone!

	I could feel tears forming at the corner of my eyes. I couldn't do this!

	But I had to!

	"Yes! Let's just get it over with!"

	That tiny blond bitch laughed and took the big, oversized towel that was supposed to protect my modesty and laid it over a smooth wooden changing bench.

	"There you go, hon. So you don't get cold. Now lay down with that big butt of yours in the air." She smiled at me. "So you can get what you deserve."

	I was trembling as I laid down over the towel, in full view of everyone.

	Oh Christ, this was really happening!

	Some of the other women giggled as I clamped my legs together as tight as possible, to protect some of my modesty. They were grown women, mothers, business owners, friends; but right now I felt like I was surrounded by viscious middle-schoolers!

	"Oh my goodness, your butt's even bigger when you're bent over like this," Bethany laughed, as my face started to go red. "You really should have laid off the calories, sweetie, if you knew you were going to expose yourself like this. The game was over months ago!"

	Oh god, how long was she going to draw this out?

	Charlene was standing right behind me! What if she could see my rear hole?!?

	"I said you've got a huge ass," Bethany repeated,

	slapping my exposed cheeks, hard enough to take my breath away. She wasn't going to hold back during this spanking! "Don't you agree... Miss X?"

	My heart stopped.

	"Yes! I've got a huge ass!" I cried, hoping she wouldn't say any more!

	She laughed, and I could see her smiling face in the full-length mirror. Along with ten other women! "And you want me to spank that huge ass of yours? Because of your foolish decision?"

	"Yes!"

	Just get on with it!

	"That's not how you ask for a spanking," she laughed. "Come on, ask me nicely to spank that big ass of yours... Miss X."

	Oh god, why was she doing this? Was she trying to reveal my secret anyway?

	"Why does she keep calling you... Miss X?" Charlene asked, her face puzzled.

	I gasped. NO!

	"Oh, that's just my pet name for her," Bethany laughed. "For my little pet. In fact, you should bark like a good little bulldog while I spank you, you Georgia lover." She pinched my bare ass, hard. "Come on, puppy. Bark and ask me to spank that fat ass of yours."

	This was horrible! This was absolutely the worst humiliation I had ever suffered in my life! But it would be nothing compared to news of that sex tape getting out.

	I closed my eyes and spoke. "Woof!"

	Some of the meaner women around me, Bethany's friends, mostly, laughed at that.

	"Now beg me to spank this huge ass."

	I was reaching the end of my rope. How long was she going to keep me bent over and exposed like this? What if someone else walked in???

	"Please! Bethany! Spank my fat ass!"

	I heard even more women laugh, some of MY friends!

	Did they think my ass was fat too?

	Or did they want to see me taken down a few pegs, just like Bethany had said?

	"Good puppy," the bitch laughed. "I hope this teaches you something." The next thing I felt was a full-strength spank on my exposed ass, twice as hard as before.

	"OWW!"

	"No, you're supposed to bark, you Georgia Bulldog lover!" Bethany laughed, rearing back for another hard spank. "Bark for me, bitch!"

	My face was burning and my ass was on fire too- but I didn't dare reach back to rub it! I shut my eyes and barked louder.

	"WOOF WOOF!"

	She spanked me again, the two slaps of her hard, bony hand feeling like wooden paddles on my ass!

	"OWW SHIT!"

	"Our next town councilwoman's got a dirty mouth on her, doesn't she girls?" Bethany laughed, as did a few other women. "Keep barking, Susan."

	How would I ever live this down!?!?

	"Woof woof woof!"

	She spanked me quickly three times, just as hard as Jake would when we role-played submissive wife/dominant husband. Oh god, just thinking about that, and with all the sexual arousal I'd been going through the last few days...

	Jake had practically trained my body to get wet for him, whenever he bent me over and spanked my ass. And now it was starting to happen, as Bethany Silver spanked me!

	"How many is she supposed to get?" Charlene asked. "Her butt's getting pink already."

	"Oh, I don't know," Bethany laughed. "How many points did Florida beat Georgia by this year?"

	One of the women, a twenty-something recent grad from Florida, gasped. "Three touchdowns! The Gators beat the Bulldogs by three touchdowns this year!"

	"Three touchdowns... twenty-one points," Bethany mused, while I was still nude and bent over in front of everyone! "Twenty-one more spanks it is."

	I bit my lower lip.

	Twenty-one more spanks?

	I'd be dripping between my thighs by the end of it!

	"Bethany! Please!"

	"You only get to bark, Bulldog!" Bethany laughed, giving me another hard one on the ass. My butt felt like it was on fire! "Someone just earned herself an extra twenty-one spanks. Now you better bark nice and loud, Susan; show that Georgia pride!"

	I grit my teeth, knowing there was absolutely no way out of this!

	And so Bethany Silver spanked my bare naked ass, while I was dripping wet from the showers and bent over a bench of the country club I visited at least once a week. Bethany made me bark for every one of the spanks she gave me, laughing as my ass became red and I started to squirm and gasp from the pain.

	Just when I thought it was over, Bethany stepped back and said, "Well, that's my twenty-one. Charlene, why don't you have a go?"

	"What?!" I sniffled, wiping the tears from my face.

	"I've done my round," Beth explained. "Now we're doing the extra. For when you didn't follow my orders the first time."

	I looked back at Charlene. She lived two streets over from me! We exchanged Christmas cards every year! She definitely wouldn't spank me, would she?

	"Well, I do hate Georgia fans," the older woman laughed, stepping behind me. "And to think, I let your kids play with mine!"

	I howled in protest as Charlene laid three hard spanks on my already burning ass. This couldn't be happening!

	"All those years I've known you Susan, and you kept a dirty secret like this from us," she laughed, stepping back. "A Bulldog fan? Really!"

	"Susan's just full of dirty secrets," Bethany said, smirking down at me. "Aren't you honey?" She spanked my bare ass and I whimpered. It felt like my butt was on fire! "Now, who's next?"

	After Charlene broke the seal, most of the women in the locker room lined up to spank me. It was all in good fun- after all, I had 'agreed' to it, hadn't I?

	My friends and neighbors, women I had lived next to for decades and wanted to serve on the city council, all took turns spanking my red, nude ass with Bethany Silver counting off the numbers and cheerleading for them to hit harder if they didn't get a good contact.

	"Come on! Show this uppity Bulldog fan what we do in Gator country!"

	"Go again, Heather- you missed!"

	I was kicking my legs, whining like a baby- it

	really hurt!

	And worst of all... I was getting wet.

	I was just like the spankings Jake gave me, before he slid his hard, thick cock inside-

	NO! I had to resist!

	I couldn't get aroused here, in front of EVERYONE!

	"And one to grow on!"

	The last spank was the hardest of all, delivered from Bethany herself, making me cry out in pain, tears running freely down my face.

	"There, there, Susan, it's over," she laughed, wiping my face like a baby's. "Now tell all the girls thank you and that you don't hold any hard feelings, right, Miss X?"

	I did, sobbing, because even after all that, Bethany still held her trump card over me. I HAD to get that video taken down!

	"Now let's give Susan some privacy, huh girls?" Bethany laughed, ushering them out of the locker room. "She looks like she needs it."

	The other women, all of whom had finished dressing by this point, did leave per Bethany's command, laughing to themselves about what they had just seen. Some of them might tell their husbands about it; by tomorrow, half the members of the country club might know about my naked humiliation at the hands of Bethany Silver!

	When we were again alone, she put her hands on her hips and laughed.

	"God, you're pathetic. I was just trying to punish your stupid ass, to get back at you for years of your snobbery towards me. But like the stupid whore you are, you actually enjoyed it- you're dripping between your legs!"

	I gasped and sat up, covering my pussy with my hands. I was! That means-

	"Oh yes, everyone saw," she laughed. "Especially when your legs started kicking, around Charlene's spanks. You'd have to be blind not to notice you were dripping wet."

	Oh god! I had been nude and aroused, in front of all those women? They'd probably throw my entire family out of the country club for this! Sandy Brook wasn't a place for sexual deviants!

	"They probably thought you were just some 'Fifty Shades of Gray' reading housewife," Bethany laughed, looking down at my humiliated face. "Little did they know you're more like 'Debbie Does Dallas'."

	"I'm not!" I cried, my shame and humiliation washing over me like a wave. "I'm a good wife! A good woman! I just made one little mistake!"

	She dropped my towels onto the dirty floor and opened her locker, starting to dress. "Sure honey. Keep telling yourself that. Keep pretending you're some clean, upstanding member of this community when all you really want is to go off and become some cum-swallowing whore in Las Vegas." She pulled on her panties, clasped her bra. "We'd all be better off if you did. Maybe if I told everyone about your video, you'd be free to go off and become the slut you were always meant to be?"

	My face was burning in shame. "I'm not a slut! I didn't want to end up on that website!"

	"Yell a little louder, honey. Then I won't have to tell anyone about it."

	I stood up, just to get away from her, and because my spanked ass was so painful. "You can't! Bethany, you can't tell!"

	She laughed as she slipped into a sexy summer sundress that fit her perfectly, like all her clothes did.

	"Oh Susan. Oh honey. Why would I tell anyone about your dirty little secret?" she laughed, smiling coldly at me. "As long as I know it and no one else does, I can make you do almost anything I want."

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	I cried on the way home.

	Not just from the pain of sitting on a freshly spanked ass for the whole trip, but also what my life had become.

	Bethany Silver, the stupid, uneducated, social bully that needed to get hit by a meteorite- she was going to hold this over my head forever!

	What other horrible dares was she going to make me do for her?

	More spankings?

	More public humiliation at her hands?

	Would she make me into one of her sycophants, fawning over everything stupid thing she said at dinner parties, just because she had a secret on me?

	We HAD to get that video taken down! If the video didn't exist, then Bethany's blackmail was meaningless!

	I parked my car in the garage, noted that Skyler's car was home too, and sought out Jake, finding him relaxing in the pool with our daughter.

	HOW could he relax at a time like THIS?!

	"Jake!" I said, trying to control the tension in my voice. "How did it go at work today? Did you get that 'letter' sent?"

	He looked over at Skyler, sunbathing across the pool and swallowed. "Sure did honey. We should know something by the middle of tomorrow."

	"Know what, Dad?" Skyler giggled, turning over in her lounge chair. She was wearing one of her little thong bikinis again- and in front of her father!

	"It's just a legal thing, Honey," he said. "It's this contract dispute that involves a perpetuity clause-"

	"Boooooooorinng," she laughed, stretching out her barely-covered teen body for a nap in the sun. I could see all of her long, athletic legs and almost all of her toned buttcheeks! I had to have a talk with her about her dress code, and soon!

	But right now, I reached down and shook Jake's shoulder. "So that's it?" I whispered. "That's all we can do?"

	He swallowed again. "For now. We should hear by tomorrow."

	Tomorrow!

	I didn't know if my heart could stand that!

	What if Bethany called in another 'favor' before then?!

	My skin was flushed again. "I'm going to go lay down inside."

	Jake gripped my hand. "Why don't you have a swim with us? You look like you need to relax."

	"Yeah mom," Sky giggled. "Throw on a bikini and we'll have a race around the pool!"

	I stiffened.

	My entire ass was bright red from Bethany's spanking- I know, because I had checked in the locker room mirror! If I put on any type of swimsuit, even my biggest one, Jake and Sklyer would see it, and I definitely would have some difficult questions to answer!

	"No, I think I'll just go lie down!"

	I did, sitting gingerly for the rest of the day, and wearing pajama bottoms with my nightshirt for the first time in years, making Jake raise an eyebrow as we brushed our teeth at night. But he didn't say anything and we fell asleep, my stomach churning as I thought about tomorrow.

	I checked first thing in the morning- my video was still up.

	I checked around noon- still up.

	I called Jake. "Nothing's happened!"

	"Sometimes it takes a little while, honey."

	I fumed, checking the "Who is Miss X?" thread. Some of the users were now trying to call Good Girls Flashing under fake names, trying to get my personal information out of them! And that stupid secretary who answered their phones already knew my name! How long would she hold up?

	I was a mess that night.

	And the next.

	And the next.

	"JAKE!"

	"I'll call their lawyers the first thing in the morning," my husband said, rubbing my back at night. "I won't rest until I get it taken down- I promise!" He swallowed, and for the first time in days I noticed the stiff tent of his hard cock, under his thin pajama bottoms. "And hey, I was thinking... we've both been under a lot of tension lately... if you want to release a little of it tonight, I would be fine with a little-"

	"Are you KIDDING me?" I gasped, backing away from his touch to the far side of bed.

	My butt still hurt a little from Bethany's spanking! And who knows when our life might start crashing down around us!

	"Of course, I'm sorry," he said, turning off the light. "Sorry, Susan, I wasn't thinking! Sorry."

	We both settled in for another restless night of sleep, on opposite ends of the bed, when my cellphone rang.

	I jumped over to get it, praying it wasn't Bethany. "Hello?"

	There was a deep, gravelly laugh on the other end, one I immediately recognized.

	"Susan Duncan? Hello, this is Councilman Joe Rizzo. Sorry to call so late."

	Why the hell was he calling me? At home? I wasn't one of his corrupt bribe-takers; I was trying to unseat him in September! And by the latest polls, I would!

	"Hello... Councilman. What is this... about?"

	He laughed again, and I heard a puffing sound. Ole' Joe Rizzo loved illegally-imported Cuban cigars; he was probably smoking one right now! "Well, I'd love for you to come pay me a visit at my campaign offices tonight."

	I was frowning as Jake turned on the light again. "I don't see why I would, Councilman. It's pretty late and you and I don't really have anything to-"

	"It's about the matter of that saucy little video you made," the gravelly voice laughed. "A little bird tipped me off and trust me, honey, we've got a LOT of things to discuss now." He laughed and puffed his cigar again. "Be over here in fifteen minutes, if you know what's good for you." 


- Chapter 4 - Susan's worst rival has learned her secret... now what?

	My mind was spinning as the phone went dead in my ear.

	First, the secret sex tape I had kept hidden for almost twenty years had been teased in a late-night commercial for some sleazy porn company, forcing my husband to show the real version to the senior partner at his law firm to write a Cease and Desist letter to get it taken down off that horrible site.

	Then, my rival Bethany Silver had caught her son watching my tape on that very site, and had forced me to undergo a horrible humiliation- spanked, naked and bent over, like a child!- in the women's locker room at our country club, as the price for keeping my secret.

	But now Councilman Joe Rizzo- my political enemy and the most corrupt elected official in all of Florida- had somehow found out about it too, and then called me up in the middle of the night, demanding I come over to his campaign headquarters if I didn't want him to expose me to the world!

	Even as I put down the disconnected cell-phone, I kept thinking: This had to be a dream! A horrible, horrible dream!

	I just needed to wake up!

	Wake up, Susan!

	"Who was that?" Jake asked, frowning on his side of the bed.

	"Councilman... Anders," I gulped, catching myself just in time. "He wanted to show me... some new campaign finance rules that just got sent to him," I said, getting out of bed robotically. "I have to go."

	"Now? It's almost past ten at night!"

	"It's a very important new finance rule," I said, my cheeks becoming hot. "It might change... everything."

	I couldn't tell Jake about Old Joe Rizzo using my sex tape to blackmail me into coming over to see him; my jealous husband would probably drive over there with our gun in hand and do something that would get him sent to prison for the rest of his life!

	"I have to go," I repeated, opening my closet to start getting dressed. "Don't wait up."

	But Jake was getting out of the bed too. "You know, I'll go with you. I haven't seen good old Anders in a while! And that highway is dangerous at night; there's a lot of deer cross it this time of-"

	"No!" I practically yelled, then quickly toned it down. "It's just a boring finance thing, trust me! I'll tell the Anders you said hello."

	"Honey, really-"

	"I want you to stay at home with Skyler," I shot back, grabbing my closet door. "There are a whole forum of perverts looking for our address right now, Jake, because of my sex tape on that website! What if they find it? I don't want her home- alone- if one of them tries to ring the doorbell!"

	Jake swallowed, then nodded. "Okay. Just... be safe, okay honey?"

	I kissed him on the cheek, even as my stomach threatened to jump out of my throat.

	"Always."

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	Should I have told Jake about Joe Rizzo knowing my secret?

	No, I thought, driving across town in the black of night. Even if he hadn't had used the gun in our safe, my husband would probably have driven over and punched the fat bastard out, maybe even beat him to death, if he knew that filthy, corrupt councilman was threatening me or my family!

	Then again, Jake had been the one who had decided to play my sex tape for the senior partner at his law firm, Steven Pressman, to get approval for the Cease and Desist letter we were trying to send to Good Girls Flashing.

	A Cease and Desist letter that was taking forever to get mailed.

	Leaving my video up for longer and longer on their website.

	Letting more and more men see my nude, giggling, masturbating, nineteen year old body in all its glory.

	A tape Jake had loved watching after we had gotten married...

	A horrible thought entered my head.

	What if Jake was-

	NO- Get a grip Susan! I yelled at myself, turning off the main road. Jake loves you! He'd NEVER drag his feet on something like this! He'd throw himself in front of traffic for you!

	I swallowed as I pulled up to the old, deserted strip mall who housed a dry cleaners, an electronics store, and Joe Rizzo's dark campaign headquarters.

	Let's just hope he doesn't have to.

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	What does one wear to a meeting where they're being blackmailed?

	I chose granny panties and a sports bra, then a sweater, jeans, and sneakers. An outfit that covered me from wrists to ankles but would still let me run away, fast, in case the situation called for it. But looking at the darkened, empty windows at Joe Rizzo's campaign office, I wished I had also worn a few other things.

	Like mace.

	Or a taser.

	And a burka.

	I felt helpless, exposed, under the harsh street lights outside the obviously closed office, like a doomed mob guy waiting for a hit! What the hell could he want to talk about? If he tried to force himself on me- I tried not to vomit as I tested the front door.

	It was unlocked.

	"Hello?" I said, cautiously stepping inside.

	The big bank of volunteer cubicles were empty, all the lights off, the phones silent. On each desk there were stacks and stacks of voter lists, the pages holding little notes and check marks scribbled on them as his volunteers called their way across the county to get votes.

	To defeat me.

	"Hello?"

	The office's kitchen was dark and empty too, a stale coffee in the pot and half eaten box of donuts on the table. But there was a thin sliver of light coming from underneath the closed wooden door that led back to the Councilman's private office.

	It was from behind that door that I heard Old Joe Rizzo's deep, gravelly laugh. "Come on in, Candidate Duncan! Don't be... shy."

	Shy wasn't the word for it.

	I was terrified. There could be anything waiting for me on the other side of this door. But I had to face him, or god knows what he might do with what he knew about me?!

	But if he's naked behind this door, I'll claw his eyes out and run, I swear to God...

	I took a deep breath and opened the door.

	Thankfully the fat Councilman was still fully dressed, sitting behind his big, cluttered wooden desk. In fact, he was a little over-dressed for the hour, in a suit, jacket and tie. He must have just come from a fancy fundraiser.

	There was a half-finished bottle of whiskey on the corner of his desk and a sheet-covered, semi-circular ottoman next to his feet, about at knee level. Joe ignored both as he puffed a lit Cuban cigar and his beady, glittering eyes looked me over.

	"You can leave the door open," he laughed as I passed over the threshold. "No need to keep secrets anymore, is there... Susan?"

	My face flushed.

	If he had seen my video, that meant he had seen me, totally naked! And doing horrible, humiliating things!

	I had been a fixture at town council meetings for the last two years, protesting his abuses of power, calling public attention to bad ordinances passed, trying to keep him and the other corrupt councilmen at least somewhat honest. We had an adversarial, but professional, relationship. And now that was all dust!

	He was grinning widely, looking my body up and down; he was probably picturing me naked right through my clothes right now- I was going to be sick!

	"You mean my video," I said, my stomach tumbling. "Well, I'm working to have it taken down immediately. Trust me, Councilman, you won't be able to use that to hold on to your seat this November."

	His grin got even wider. "I can use anything I want to hold on to this seat. That's the nature of politics," he laughed, then puffed on his cigar again. The top third of the room was already filled with a light, hazy smoke. He licked his lips, looking me over again. "Great performance by the way. Really showed off your 'Florida' spirit."

	Oh god, this was horrible!

	My political rival had seen me masturbating to a screaming orgasm on tape!

	What if I did just move to another state, like Bethany had suggested?

	No!

	This was my hometown, my community! I couldn't let one stupid mistake twenty years ago chase me away from it!

	"Is that why you called me here?" I spat back, crossing my arms over my thick sweater, "To gloat? If so, you've just wasted both of our time, Joe."

	He laughed again. "Not at all, sweetheart. I think more women should be free with their bodies like that. Really show off their assets. While they still have them." He looked me over again. "And baby, I must say, I bet you still have them."

	Oh Christ, I really was going to be sick!

	"You pig. Is that why you called me over, just to leer at me?" I waved my hand at his computer screen. "If that's what you want, why don't you just watch that stupid video again?"

	Old Joe Rizzo laughed, tapped the ashes off his cigar in a slow, deliberate way, then slowly poured himself another whiskey.

	"Well, now that I know where to go, I can watch your hot little body perform for me any time I want, that is true. But seeing how much I bet you don't want anyone, especially anyone in political circles, to know about that little tape or where to get it, I decided that I could probably get something better. So I think I want to see you preform like that again. Live." He grinned at me. "In front of my own eyes."

	It was such an absurd turn of events I just had to laugh.

	"What?"

	He nodded at the long leather couch behind me, one that had surely been there as many decades as the Councilman had been in power. "It's not a bed in a seedy hotel room, but why don't you strip down to your birthday suit and give me the same sexy show you gave those cameras all those years ago? I would greatly enjoy seeing my esteemed opposition, buck naked and diddling herself to the promised land, right here in my campaign office."

	This creep thought I was going to recreate my sex tape for him... here?

	I was NEVER going to undress for another man besides my husband again!

	And if Joe Rizzo thought there was a chance in HELL I could even achieve an orgasm, here in his dingy office, with him staring at me from just a few feet away, he was crazy!

	He might as well have asked me to fly to the moon!

	"Wow, you must be eating a lot of lead paint, Joe. Because if you think I'm going to do anything of the sort, you're thick in the head!"

	"Not in the mood right now?" he laughed. "Not all moist between your lady parts for me?"

	"Dry as a bone," I spat back. "You know you have that affect on ladies, Joe. All of them."

	With good old boys like Joe, you had to give as well as you got, or they didn't respect you. My only hope was to insult him right back!

	But he didn't look as hurt as I hoped.

	In fact, he laughed.

	"I thought you might say that. Which is why we brought in one of these."

	He pulled off the sheet covering the low ottoman next to his desk and I gasped.

	Because it wasn't an ottoman.

	It was a low, black, half-cylinder about knee height with a sort of leather saddle set in the middle of it, with a thick, black power cord leading off to the wall.

	I had never seen one of those things before.

	Not in real life, anyway.

	But I recognized it immediately.

	"What the hell," I stammered, backing away, "are you doing with a Sybian?!"

	A man behind me laughed, making me jump and spin around. It was a cocky, confident laugh I had only first heard a few days ago, but was burned into my brain.

	"I should have known an experienced girl like you would know what a Sybian was," Corey Franky, CEO of Good Girls Flashing said, slowly walking into Joe's office. "We're using those babies in half of all our new videos. The subscribers' love 'em!"

	He looked at the absolutely horrified expression on my face and laughed again. "Sorry, I was using the bathroom. What did I miss?"

	"What the hell are YOU doing here?!" I demanded.

	"Our little porn star was expressing some doubts about showing off for us tonight," Rizzo told Corey, ignoring my question. "Says she's not 'in the mood' to give a command performance."

	"Oh, good thing I'm here, then," Corey laughed. "I know how to fix that."

	He stepped into Joe's private office and closed the door behind him.

	And I started to get a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

	Corey walked over to the Sybian and picked up the corded remote, a black box with a small switch and a large dial on it. He flipped the switch and the black leather saddle buzzed with a low hum.

	"Just a few minutes straddling this baby and we could get Mother Teresa moaning and wetting her panties," he laughed, then turned the knob even farther to the right. The Sybian started vibrating so hard that even I could feel it, through the floor! "But red-blooded American woman with an above-average libido like you, Susy cakes... Hell, at even half power, this machine might fly you to the moon!"

	He flipped the switch to return the machine to silence, laughing at my horrified face.

	This was monstrous.

	It couldn't happen.

	I couldn't let it!

	I backed away from them both and it was a few steps before I found my spine pressed against a wall in Joe's surprisingly large office.

	"You two are horrible!" I spat back, looking for somewhere else to run. "And as soon as I leave I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that-"

	"Honey, shut your trap," Rizzo spat, showing me his computer screen. "Or I'm going to send a link to your little video to every registered voter in Broward county, right now!"

	"And I'll make sure they all get a free membership," Corey Franky laughed, winking at me. "Or at least a good discount."

	But I was staring Joe down. "From your campaign's email address?" I said. "Go right ahead!"

	"No, from the email address of a new super-PAC Mr. Franky formed last night, to make sure the voters of Florida know the moral character of the candidates they are voting for. What did you call it, Corey? 'Family Values USA'?"

	Corey laughed, his fingers playing with the Sybian remote in his hand. "That's right, Joe. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think? I've got Suzy cakes' whole story and images up on a hidden webpage, ready to go. Just one flipped switch and it goes live to the world. "

	"Why are you doing this?!" I demanded of the CEO. "What are YOU getting out of this?!!?"

	"Well after our little meeting, Susy, I thought, okay, she's running for office, but who's she running against?" Corey laughed, turning the little knob on the remote up and down, making the Sybian buzz faster or slower at his whim. "And do I have information that might be valuable to him right now? And maybe, does he have something that might be valuable to me?"

	He turned the dial all the way down, and the machine was quiet again.

	"And it turned out I did," Rizzo chuckled. "In fact, I just happened to be appointed by the Governor to Florida's Committee for Decency and Spring Break laws." He grinned at my dropped jaw. "As a reward for my many long years of supporting this state as a dedicated public servant."

	Joe Rizzo, on a DECENCY council?

	He still smacked cute city hall clerks on the rear as they walked by, like he was some ad executive from the 1960s!

	He had been divorced twice and was currently shacked up with some gold-digger twenty years younger than him, and was probably cheating on her too!

	He had a Playboy nudie calendar hanging on the wall behind his desk right now, and he had female interns working for his campaign, forcing them to see that filth every day!

	To imagine him, advising anyone about decency- it was such a perversion of justice!

	"And it turns out," Corey laughed, "that having a good friend on the Governor's committee for Spring Break laws will make it much easier for Good Girls Flashing to create new, fresh content for our subscribers."

	Content.

	Drunk college girls filmed against their will. Humiliated in front of their friends and families. Then told to sign a contract they didn't understand, so their videos could haunt them for the rest of their lives!

	"This is monstrous," I panted, my heart rate already increasing. "And I won't be any part of it!"

	"You don't want your secret to stay between us?" Joe laughed. "Only the three of us know about it so far..."

	More than that, I thought. But he was right; less than six people in the whole state knew about my sex tape so far. But if he used that email list, it would be in the thousands!

	And the email would be sent by a 501-registered super PAC, with no legal way to trace it back to Joe or Corey, the address coming their servers, not his!

	I was going to be outed by a fictional organization, to every voter in the state!

	He moved his mouse over the email's SEND button. "What do you say, Candidate Duncan? Ready to start your career as the state's first public servant porn star?"

	"Oooh, that's a good title," Corey laughed. "I might use that."

	"NO!" I screamed, reaching for the mouse as Joe's finger started to lower.

	Just one click and he could end my entire life!

	There'd be news reports, and Skyler would find out, and all my friends-

	"DON'T!" I gasped, and his finger stopped, half-pressing the mouse's left button.

	"Then lose the clothes, Susan," he chuckled, not moving his finger. "And after that..." He grinned, "you know what to do."

	"She should," Corey laughed, sitting on the leather couch behind me, Sybian remote still in his hand. "She's done it once before."

	My heart was hammering in my chest, my blood pounding in my ears!

	Was this really going to happen?

	Again?

	I begged them, clutching my arms across the front of my sweater. "No! Please... Don't make me do this..."

	Corey chuckled. "Susy cakes, I've watched thousands of girls play with their slippery bits on camera. And I know when they like it. When they're secret exhibitionists or just pretending. And the way you exploded for us that night..." He whistled. "Honey, you ain't just pretending!"

	I felt faint, sick, nervous all at once. "No! There's no way! I can't do something like that! Not again!"

	Corey sighed and put down the remote. "Fuck it, Joe. Send the email. I'll double my membership from the publicity alone."

	"NO!" I screamed, whipping my sweater off over my head before Rizzo could click the mouse. Now I was standing in front of these two men in just my shoes, bra, and jeans! I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth!

	"I'll... I'll do it!"

	"That's a good girl," Joe laughed, finally pulling his hand away from that damned mouse button. "Now let's see you totally, bare-as-a-baby naked, if you please." He picked up his cigar again. "Just like you were in that video."

	I tried to think of something, anything, I could do, to get out of this situation, to go back to the way my life was just a few hours ago- but I was trapped! My entire professional life, my political career, the respect of my family, friends and neighbors, all were tied up in keeping him from ever sending that email- I had no choice!

	I felt myself start to hyper-ventilate as I slowly kicked off my tennis shoes, using my shaking feet to pull off my socks, my arms still trying to shield my bra-covered tits. "Oh god, oh god..."

	"Huh, she's even got sexy feet," Corey Franky noted, after I was barefoot and fumbling with my belt with one hand. "Nice arches, cute toes. Suzy cakes, you have got to let me put you in the fetish section of our website; we're just leaving money on the table!"

	"I'd put her in the gang-bang section myself," Joe Rizzo laughed, pouring himself another drink as I stalled with my belt. "A fine Southern belle like her, all dolled up, would look divine getting some hard double penetration from two rough fieldhands." 

	"That was my first thought too," Corey laughed, then winked at me. "But I'm still working her up to that."

	Oh god, this couldn't be happening!

	I paused, my belt on the ground, my hands on the buttons of my tight jeans. "Please, Joe! I've got money! We can work something-"

	Rizzo's hand was on the mouse again. "Honey, if you're not buck naked in five seconds flat, I'll just send this email and laugh all the way to re-election in November. Five..."

	From the look in his eyes, I could tell he was serious!

	I undid my jeans and whipped them down to my long legs to my ankles. Corey whistled as my thong panties came into view.

	"Four..."

	I stepped out of my jeans at the same time I reached back and undid the clasp of my bra.

	"Three..."

	I whipped my bra off and onto the floor. Now I was topless- topless in front of two men I absolutely despised!

	"Two..."

	But my hands froze on the thin panties covering my womanhood. I was barefoot, topless, and this was all the dignity I had left!

	I couldn't!

	"One..."

	But I had to!

	Joe's finger raised up, preparing to click down on the mouse!

	"WAIT!" I gasped, yanking my panties over my round ass, down my thighs, and down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, covering my tits and pussy with my hands. "I'm naked! Don't send it!"

	Heart pounding, eyes closed, I still heard a loud, sharp, CLICK.

	From behind me.

	I spun to see Corey Franky taking pictures of my bare behind on his phone.

	"Wow honey- you've got an ass that could make dead men hard! Still!"

	"NO!" I cried, spinning to face him, trying to still cover my stupid, huge bouncing breasts with one arm and my bare pussy with the other. "You can't put this on the website! I never agreed to that!"

	"Oh, this isn't for the website," he laughed, his phone's camera still going CLICK CLICK CLICK. "I'd have to make you sign another release for that. I've learned from my lawyers." He grinned. "Unless you'd like to get paid for this little impromptu photo shoot?"

	"NO!"

	"Then these are just for my own personal collection," he laughed.

	"Not a bad idea," Rizzo chuckled from behind me, and then I heard him taking pictures too!

	Joe Rizzo now had a picture of my naked ass on his cellphone!

	He panned up and down, taking pictures of my back, legs, and especially my butt.

	"Looking good, Candidate Duncan. If you came to more town meetings dressed like this, I might actually give your stupid proposals the time of day!"

	I fumed, but there was nothing I could do!

	Barefoot, nude and trapped between these two men, my clothes in disarray on the floor, I had to stand there and let them take all the pictures they wanted!

	I was blushing all over as I lost the battle to protect my modesty with my hands, my skin red and flushed, my breathing speeding up. And then, to my horror, I felt it.

	A heat between my legs.

	My nipples, hardening under my forearm.

	My heart racing, just like it did when Jake humiliated me.

	NO! What was wrong with me!?!

	I COULDN'T be getting turned on by this!

	Luckily, looking back over at old, fat Joe Rizzo killed any arousal I had immediately. Thank god.

	He was everything I hated in a man, in a human. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I got aroused for him!

	They could make me strip, but they couldn't make me enjoy myself!

	"Alright, Suzy cakes," Corey laughed, patting the leather half-cylinder in front of Rizzo's desk. "Time to hop up on the Sybian."

	He turned the dial and the vibrations through the floor shook my feet again.

	"No!" I said, shaking my head. "If... if your other girls have used it, who knows how many diseases it's got by now!"

	That was a good excuse, right?

	"It's a new saddle," he laughed, stroking the leather seat that sat in the middle of the thick, black cylinder. "We use a new one for every girl. You can see the wrapper we just opened over there, if you want to. Now... hup!"

	He was ordering me around like a dog!

	I shook my head as the machine buzzed like an angry hive of bees. "No! I won't!"

	"Duncan, you just don't learn, do you?" Joe Rizzo laughed, bending over to scoop up all my clothes.

	"Hey!"

	He put them in a deep drawer of his desk, then locked it. Now I was naked until he wanted me otherwise!

	"We've got you by the short and curlies, if you had any short and curlies left to grab," he chuckled, sneaking a peek down at my bald pussy again, as I blushed and tried to cover it more! "If you want us to not send that email the second you leave this office, or any time I just feel like having a laugh, you better hop onto that little saddle, sweet cheeks. Before I get angry with you."

	And then he reached back and slapped my ass!

	Joe Rizzo had just slapped my naked ass!

	"Oh god!" I gasped, clenching out of reflex. My pussy started to tingle, just like it did when Jake spanked me over his knee for foreplay! "Stop!

	"Look at that flush spreading up her neck," Corey laughed, still aiming his phone at me. "I told you, Joe, she was a natural at this."

	"Straddle it, honey," Joe ordered, smiling. "Before I make you blow both of us instead."

	That got me moving.

	I could never cheat on Jake- never!

	I swung one long leg over one side of the knee-high Sybian, swallowing hard as the new leather saddle felt surprisingly good against my nude pussy and thighs. I was riding low, like a rocking horse, my knees bent so my toes would just touch the ground.

	"You're both horrible human beings!" I spat at them, straddling the machine, my face bright red, my pulse racing as I covered my huge tits with both arms, since my pussy was now pressed against the saddle and hidden from sight. "Both of you! You're both sick, disgusting perverts who-"

	Corey flipped the switch.

	"OH GOD!" I cried, making both men laugh as I lept up off the Sybian in shock.

	"Now that's not the deal, sweetheart," Rizzo laughed, as I quickly covered my bare pussy with one hand again. "You have to ride that thing for five minutes, while Corey plays with that little dial there. You're not allowed to stand up or otherwise take your hot little snatch off that vibrating saddle. You have to take what that machine gives you, or we start the time again." He grinned, as my nipples started getting harder behind my arm, just in anticipation. "While I just sit back and watch nature take its course."

	And both men laughed as the Sybian buzzed angrily between my legs, shaking the floor.

	I wouldn't be able to last one minute on that horrible thing, much less five!

	"No! It hurts!"

	"Too intense, honey?" Corey laughed. "Here, I can turn it down a little." The buzzing got a little quieter. "And now, down you go..."

	I felt two strong hands on my bare shoulders from behind. He was touching me! Corey Franky was touching my body! His hands pushed me down, and my legs didn't resist.

	What good would that have done?

	I shivered as my bare pussy made contact with the buzzing leather saddle again.

	"OH FUCK ME," I gasped, covering my tits with both arms as I rocked back and forth. I was seconds from jumping off this horrible machine again. It was still too intense!

	"I can't do that, honey," Joe laughed, showing me the ring on his finger. "I'm a happily married man."

	"And I've got a girlfriend," Corey chuckled. "A sweet hometown girl who never would do something like this." He turned the dial just a bit. "Not a slut like you."

	"I'm not a slut!" I gasped, my clit pressing right against some nub in the saddle probably designed to do exactly that. "And I'd never sleep... with either of you!" I cried, even as the wonderful vibrations started making me wet between the legs. "Never!"

	"But you are going to cum for us, Susan," Rizzo laughed, leaning back in his chair. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of it. Just close your eyes and let go, honey. Just pretend we're not even here."

	"Actually, I think she'd rather have an audience," Corey said from behind me. "Isn't that right, you little exhibitionist?"

	And then he turned the dial even more!

	The vibrations were reaching deep into my body, making my spine and legs tingle.

	I wanted to leap off this horrible thing, but I couldn't have them start the clock again! I didn't want to be naked for a second longer than I had to!

	"Ohhhhhh!"

	"She's taking it better than most first timers do," Corey laughed, as I shuddered and moaned, my excitement rising.

	"This is such a treat," Joe laughed, shaking his head. "To see the prim and proper Susan Duncan, moral defender of this town, whose legs snap shut faster than a bear trap, fighting a losing battle with her carnal lust... it's a beautiful thing!"

	I shivered, still holding on to my tits. I just had to last a few more minutes!

	"Let's turn it up a little higher," Corey laughed. "Remember to stay in the saddle, Suzy cakes."

	"NO!" I begged, but I saw him turn the dial. And a second later, the buzzing between my legs got even more intense!

	"OH SHIT!" I screamed and almost leapt to my feet, but reached down to grab the edges of the leather saddle before I did. It took both hands to hold myself down in that saddle, which meant my huge breasts were totally uncovered, starting to bounce lewdly as I couldn't help by rock my clit against that warm, smooth, vibrating leather nub even harder!

	I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.

	My nipples were as hard as they had ever been. My pussy was gushing wet, buzzing, my clit hard and on fire. "Oh god oh god oh goooooooddddd..."

	"More whiskey, Corey?"

	"Sure Joe, fill 'er up," the CEO laughed.

	They were knocking back drinks like they were watching some college football game, while I was about to have an orgasm right in front of them!

	A huge, screaming, full body orgasm...

	I fought the urges of my traitorous body, tried to clench my teeth and think of other things, but the Sybian was relentless. And my clit was pressed right against that incredible nub...

	My toes started curling in the carpet, my legs started quivering, my mouth opening...

	I couldn't have an orgasm, not in front of these horrible men!

	"God, you should see her bouncing tits," Joe whistled. "They're a fucking masterpiece."

	"You should see her ass," Corey laughed back. "It's shaking. I gotta get a shot of this before she blows. Better yet, a video."

	And then I heard his phone go BEEP and start recording.

	I came at the top of my lungs, yelling at the ceiling.

	I came like a mad-woman, squeezing the machine between my thighs like it was my lover.

	I came like the orgasm was being ripped out of me.

	"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!! FUCK FUCK FUCK! OH GOD! OH FUCK!"

	Corey turned the machine up even higher while I came, his other hand pushing down on my shoulder to hold me on the machine, making my orgasm as hard, long and humiliating as possible.

	"OH GOD YES YES YES YES!"

	When I finally started to come down, I was seeing stars.

	"Please," I begged, about to fall over. "Turn it off! Turn it off!"

	Corey turned the dial down, but not off. There was still a low rumble below my gushing, post-orgasmic pussy, which was humiliatingly getting ready for another round.

	"See, this is why women shouldn't be allowed to hold office," Joe laughed, shaking his head. "They say they're not in the mood to orgasm in front of you, they swear it on their marriage vows, and just one minute later, they're moaning and yelling their head off as they gush! You just can't have politicians in office who break their promises like that."

	"Please," I panted, hoping to get up before it became obvious I was climbing the slope to orgasm again. "I'm done! Let me get off!"

	"Oh, you're going to get off, honey," Joe laughed. "You've got four more minutes to go."

	"WHAT?"

	"Honey, you came for us in less than one minute," Joe Rizzo laughed, crossing his legs. "I've had Vegas whores who couldn't even put on a show that good, that fast."

	"That's why we use only amateur girls in our videos," Corey said, slightly turning up the dial again. "It's only sexy if it's a real reaction. And forget prostitutes. All those good little Daddy's girls, those girls next door who pretend to be innocent and pure, they're the real sluts in America."

	I blushed even harder, as my legs started to shake again. "Oh no, no no no no..."

	"You should really see these tits bouncing," Joe laughed.

	"You should see her," Joe replied.

	"Want to switch for the next one?"

	"Sure."

	I turned beet red as they got up from their seats, switching places to get a different view of me for the next orgasm!

	"Oh, and let's see what this little dial does," Joe Rizzo laughed, picking up the remote Corey had left on the couch. And the motor between my legs started buzzing like a jet engine again.

	"NO!" I begged. "TOO HARD!"

	"Oh, that's perfect," Corey laughed, getting out his phone and angling it at my face. "Look right in the camera when you beg us to not make you orgasm again, Suzy- it's so hot!"

	I covered my face with one arm and my breasts with another; this was too humiliating!

	"Or you can just whimper and cum," he laughed, still filming. "That's great too."

	I moaned. No matter what I did, I was giving them what they wanted! I didn't want to cum again. But I didn't want to beg them for mercy either...

	But in about ten seconds my pussy was going to take that decision away from me.

	"Please Joe! Turn it down! It's too much!" I begged.

	This orgasm was going to be even bigger than my first!

	"You just keep humping that Sybian sweetie," Joe reminded me, putting his big, meaty hand on my shoulder to hold me down, just like Corey had. "I see ANY air between your snatch and that saddle and we're starting ALL over again."

	Now Joe Rizzo- disgusting Joe Rizzo- was touching my bare shoulder as the machine worked my nude body closer and closer to orgasm. This was a nightmare!

	But the weight of his meaty hand, the weight of his body behind it... it just made my clit press into the vibrations harder!

	Now that the pump was primed, this was going to be a big one.

	Bigger than my first orgasm with Jake big.

	Bigger than my wedding night big.

	Best-orgasm-of-my-life big.

	And Corey Franky was going to film it all.

	"Please Joe!" I begged, shaking my head back and forth. "Don't make me do this!"

	"You saucy little slut," he laughed, gripping my other shoulder with his other hand and pressing down even harder. "Don't you get it? This is what you were made for."

	I closed my eyes and came.

	"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

	"There you go baby!" Corey laughed. "Let it all out!"

	"OH GOOOOOOOD! YEEEEEEEESSSS!"

	It was a fireball of pleasure, exploding from my clit to my toes, fingers, tits and even the top of my head.

	My entire body was shaking. I was squeezing the Sybian so hard I would probably have bruises between my thighs. I was tight, every muscle clenched, and I must have yelled so hard they heard me out on the road.

	I was nearly crying as I came down, my body a sweating, conflicted, nude mess. "Please! Let me stop!"

	Joe turned the machine to a low hum again and laughed, moving to refresh his drink. "Just three more minutes to go, sweetcheeks."

	"NO!" I screamed.

	I was crying now. Tears of pleasure, tears of humiliation, tears of fear, from thinking about going through an orgasm like that three more times.

	That's right; I had orgasmed so hard I was afraid of it.

	"I can't!" I begged, shaking my head. "It hurts! My clit- it's going to fall off!"

	Having switched places again, Corey started turning the speed up on the remote. "Now, I'm no doctor, Susan, but I don't think that can actually happen."

	"PLEASE! I can't!"

	"Some girls do go a little numb after a while," Corey told Joe. "Maybe we should let her take a little break, to not damage such a fine item."

	ITEM?

	Corey laughed. "Your choice, Councilman."

	I looked pleadingly at my most hated enemy sitting behind his desk, begging him with my eyes to have mercy on my private parts.

	"Hmmmm," Joe Rizzo said, smiling as the machine between my legs started slowly taking me up towards the peak of another bone-shattering orgasm. "I don't know..."

	"Please!" I cried him. "Joe!"

	"You'll have to do the rest of your five minutes some other night then..."

	"YES!"

	Anything, just to be allowed to get off this painfully pleasurable machine!

	"Okay. Just look into this camera and say one thing for me," he laughed, now recording with his phone as well!

	My stomach twisted, imaging what he might ask. I would be on his phone forever!

	But Corey had turned up the vibrations again- I was already getting close to cumming!

	"What?" I demanded.

	"I want you to look right into this camera," Joe Rizzo laughed, holding his phone in my face, "and say: 'My name is Susan Duncan. And I approved this message!'"

	A huge wave of humiliation flushed over me, even as my arousal grew. "Oh god..."

	"Decide quickly, Mrs. Duncan. This offer is only on the table for a few more seconds..."

	"Yes! Fine!"

	"Now we're talking!" Corey laughed, coming around to Joe's side of the room. Now they were BOTH going to film me saying it!

	"Oh, honey, fix your hair," Corey laughed, turning on some room lights. "We want to see all of your pretty face when you say it."

	I grit my teeth and tucked my loose curls behind my ears. I was halfway to orgasm- I had to do this quickly before I came!

	"And put on some lipstick," he ordered, handing me my purse. "Female candidates especially have to look good for the camera, you know."

	I was humiliated, but I did, my cheeks probably as red as the color I spread across my tense, quivering lips. While I was spreading my lipstick, Corey turned up the remote even more, making me shudder.

	"Oh FUCK," I panted, biting my lower lip. I moaned and almost dropped my lipstick as the vibrations took me closer to the point of no return.

	"I tell you, I had never really looked at my esteemed political opponent this way," Joe Rizzo chuckled, as I shuddered and tried to finish putting on my lipstick. "She barely shows off those legs or tits in public, always acts like such a wet blanket all the time." He grinned, enjoying the view. "But you get her naked and all lathered up, and she's a million-dollar MILF if I ever saw one!"

	"That's what I'm trying to tell her!" Corey laughed, looking at my shivering body up and down as well. "Our little Suzy cakes could be the hottest amateur porn star in the state if she just let her hair down a little."

	Let my hair down a little?!?!

	I was buck naked, gushing like a faucet between my thighs, moaning and bucking like a whore on a Sybian, about to have my third orgasm in three minutes- and he wanted me to let my hair down a little!??!?

	"Whoops, our little starlet's about to pop!" Corey laughed, getting his camera ready. "You better make her say it now, Joe. She's not going to be able to think straight in a second."

	It was so humiliating, to be talked about like you were nothing more than a human sex toy!

	But it was also very, very hot.

	Joe Rizzo snapped his fingers in my face, making me open my eyes. "Alright girlie. Smile pretty for the camera and say the line."

	Oh god, this was too much!

	I had run a honest, grass-roots, county-wide campaign against this monster!

	I was a good housewife, a good mother, a model citizen; I didn't deserve this!

	But my clit was doing the thinking for me now!

	I opened my eyes and looked at the two cameras right in my face. 

	"My name is Susan-"

	"Smile!" Corey ordered. "It looks better when they smile!"

	I put on my best, big, fake smile, even as my teeth quivered from the vibrations.

	"My name is Susan Duncan, AND I APPROVED THIS MESSAGE!" I yelled, and then came harder and longer than I had ever cum in my entire adult life.

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	"Well, thank you for coming by so late today, Mrs. Duncan. It was quite... eye-opening," Councilman Joe Rizzo chuckled, as he walked me to the door of his campaign headquarters. "And I'll contact you later about finishing the last few minutes of your required performance."

	"Please, Joe... no..."

	I was an absolute mess.

	My hair was a sweaty mess. My clothes were a wrinkled mess. My legs were rubber. I was panting, my pussy was still throbbing from the last incredible orgasm that machine had given me.

	It was a really hard orgasm.

	Harder than my husband Jake had ever given me with his skilled fingers, tireless tongue or steel cock.

	Harder than I had ever given myself using my fingers between my legs, or a shower head, or any sex toy I had ever owned.

	My body had cum harder than I thought it possible to cum.

	The hardest orgasm of my life had been when I was totally naked, in front of two fully clothed men I absolutely hated, against my will, while they laughed and recorded me.

	Knowing that made me even more of a mental mess than a physical one.

	What did this mean for my marriage? Or... my life?

	"Oh honey, don't say no," Joe laughed, opening the door for me. "I saw how wet you left that saddle. When it comes to sex, your body just says 'yes yes yes!'"

	"Yeah, thanks for the show, Suzy cakes," Corey added, checking his phone behind Joe. I could hear my orgasmic moans, being played back from his tinny speakers! "I might even use this as a training video for the next innocent college girl we find, who doesn't think she has an inner slut inside her."

	"You can't show that to anyone!" I gasped. "You said, your lawyers-"

	"It will just be around the water cooler. No laws about that." He winked at me. "And don't worry; I'll give you a little gift tomorrow, to make it up to you."

	I couldn't even think about what that could mean as I staggered out the door, on unsteady legs.

	"Please, Joe you can't-"

	"See you around, sweet cheeks. It's been fun," Joe Rizzo laughed, spanking my clothed ass as he shut the door behind me.

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	Jake was asleep when I got home. He really hadn't waited up for me.

	The next morning, my video was taken down off the 'Good Girls Flashing' website, along with any forum threads about me.

	I didn't know if it was because Jake's Cease and Desist letter had finally had its effect, or if that was the 'little gift' Corey Franky had promised me last night, but I let Jake think it was his doing as we celebrated quietly in our bedroom after waking up.

	"It's finally over honey," Jake said, rubbing my back through my sleepshirt. "We can't do anything about the DVDs that have shipped out, but you're off the website, and I bet you that commercial doesn't run tonight, or ever again! We won! And no one we know found out!"

	"Yeah," I gulped, my throat dry. "No one."

	"Well, except for Steven at the firm, but we couldn't help that," Jake said, rubbing my arm. "And he was nothing but complimentary about how you looked- and he promised never to bring it up when he sees you, not even when you guys dance at the Christmas party this year."

	"Great."

	"God, that's such a relief," Jake laughed, falling back into bed, looking at the ceiling. "I'm just glad I got that letter out as fast as I did! Who knows what would have happened if word had gotten out..."

	Under the covers, his hand found my bare leg below the hem of my sleep shirt, and started rubbing my naked thigh.

	"And, Honey... I know you've been so tense lately... why don't you let me do something nice for you tonight..."

	I swallowed, squeezing my legs together to keep him from going any higher. "That's okay honey."

	His hand didn't get the hint.

	"No, really, Susan! We'll go out to Di'Gallos for dinner, and you can order anything you want, any wine you want. And Sklyer's got volleyball practice tonight, so afterwards I can take you into the bathtub and work all this tension out of you..."

	His fingers started squirming between my pressed thighs, to try to reach the entrance of my pussy.

	A pussy that was still sore from the Sybian.

	From cumming so many times.

	While two men filmed me.

	"No!" I cried, grabbing his wrist before his hand could get any higher. "That's okay!"

	He looked confused, and a little angry. "Why not?"

	Because you'd never be able to fuck me as long and hard as that machine did.

	"I'm still just a little tired from it all!" I said, hoping he wouldn't notice my blush. "I might... take the day off and relax at the country club."

	"Well, that sounds fun too- want me to come with?"

	"No!"

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	I waited, wearing my thick one-piece swimming suit, until Bethany Silver came into the women's locker room after her daily workout, with a few of her female followers trailing behind.

	"Oh, hello Susan," she said, her eyes twinkling. "I didn't think I'd see YOU back here again."

	A few of her followers who had been present at my spanking giggled.

	"Well, we've all got to work out, don't we, Bethany?"

	"Some more than others."

	Her followers giggled again.

	I waited, until she came out of the showers alone, nude as usual.

	"You should really wear a towel in the locker room, Bethany."

	The petite blond woman laughed at me, her towel draped over her arm. "Some of us aren't ashamed of our bodies, Susan."

	"It's just respectful."

	She stopped near the outer door, tapping her chin. "Speaking of respectful... you really shouldn't talk to me like that..." She looked around, saw that no one was in earshot. "...as long I know about your little pornographic video, you know."

	I set my teeth. "How long are you going to keep bringing that up?"

	She smiled. "As long as I want to see your big ass humiliated for all my friends again. In fact, I think you might just have lost another bet to me again..."

	My eyes got large. "Bethany, don't..."

	"Yep, I think you definitely did!" she laughed, enjoying my fear. "Get ready to get your ass spanked in front of the girls today, Susan! And maybe I'll bring in some of the pool boys to help this time!"

	"Bethany, please! Let me tell you just one thing first!" I said, taking a step closer and holding up my hands.

	"Oh? And what's that?"

	I ripped the towel off her right arm. "My video's not up on the internet anymore."

	And then I pushed a nude Bethany Silver out the door of the women's locker room and into the lobby.

	"NOOOO-" she screamed.

	The little bitch might have been able to do more jazzercise than me, but I was still fifteen pounds heavier than her.

	And stronger.

	It only took one sudden push to propel her out the door of the locker room, into the country club's lobby, onto the hardwood floor in front of the check-in desk, the pool boy's station, and the smoothie bar.

	And she didn't have one stitch of clothing on.

	"Let me IN you BITCH!" she screamed, pounding on the locker room door I had slammed shut behind her and was holding closed with all my weight. "LET ME IN!"

	"Yell louder why don't you?" I laughed, shoulder against the shaking door as she tried to barge in. "Draw some more attention to yourself!"

	Her cries went up an entire octave. "They can SEE ME! EVERYONE CAN SEE ME!"

	I could just imagine the scene. Young, eighteen-year-old pool boys, bored from cleaning up after rich people's mess all week, suddenly staring at a naked, hot, desperate blond trophy wife. Older, horny men, enjoying the sight of a toned, nude, struggling Bethany pulling frantically at the door. Women of all ages, laughing at the fashionista who always made them feel fat in their expensive clothes.

	The only other door to the women's locker room was in the pool deck, all the way around back. She'd have to streak around the whole club if she wanted to get in that way!

	"LET ME IN YOU BITCH!"

	"What's going on here?!" my once-friend Charlene said, running around the lockers towards the sound of screaming.

	I could hardly hold the door closed, I was laughing so hard.

	"This time, Bethany lost a bet with me!" I laughed, my back against the bucking door. "She raised the stakes, and now she has to pay!"

	Charlene looked at me, at the shaking wooden door, and the increasingly panicked, high-pitched screams coming from Bethany outside, then just shook her head.

	"Remind me to never get in a prank war with either of the two of you," she laughed, walking away.

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	On the one hand, I should have been happy.

	The video was down.

	Jake was happy, even if we hadn't slept together in two weeks.

	Skyler had never found out, nor had any of her friends.

	And I had given Bethany a well-deserved taste of the public humiliation she had given me.

	After I had left her nude and out in public for thirty-seven glorious seconds, Bethany still hadn't spilled my secret to anyone. Since there wasn't a video to point to anymore, trying to insist that someone like me would had ever made a secret sex tape like that would have just made her look like a petty, deranged, sore loser in front of all the women who knew the 'real' me.

	Reputation trumped reality, just like I had guessed it would.

	And even the campaign was going well again.

	Now that I could actually give it my full attention, I was reaching more voters than ever before. I might have lost Bethany's cohort of rich country club wives, but I was making it up with younger mothers, grandmothers, and middle-class families struggling to get by, all the people who needed someone like me to speak for them anyway.

	Things were calming down.

	I should have been happy.

	And yet, every time my door-to-door campaigning took me past Joe Rizzo's mammoth billboard on the corner of Main and Elm, with his huge face looking down at me with a wide smile, I felt a huge shiver of revulsion.

	And a small twinge of arousal.

	Jake and I hadn't role-played since the whole sex tape thing had started. Or even had normal, vanilla sex for that matter. I just didn't feel ready to open myself up like that to him yet.

	Maybe in another week.

	But, fundraising for the campaign was going slow but steady, Skyler was wearing actual clothes around the house, and in a week or two, after some yoga and deep meditation, maybe I would find enough inner peace to be ready to let Jake once again call me his dirty little-

	My cellphone rang.

	It was councilman Rizzo's number.

	My voice was shaking as I answered it. "Yes?!"

	"Why hello Candidate Duncan. You've been a busy little bee on the campaign trail the last few weeks, my sources tell me."

	I swallowed hard. "What... what do you want?"

	"It's been a while since you gave me that private performance," he laughed, sending chills down my spine. "Did you think I had forgotten that you owe me a two more minutes riding my vibrating Sybian?"

	I had.

	I prayed for that, every single night.

	For him to just forget.

	"That video of me doesn't exist any more," I whispered into my cellphone, stepping under a tree. "So sending an email to voters to black me would be pointless!"

	"That's currently true," he laughed. "And I can't very well release the video I took of you in my office, either. Too many 'Vote for Rizzo' campaign posters behind you as you orgasmed, don't you know. Even if you did make a beautiful sight."

	I blushed, feeling a flush spread to my face. "So why would I come over to your office ever again?" I demanded.

	"I was wondering the exact same thing," he laughed. "And then I remembered... your husband didn't know you came over to see me that night, did he?"

	My heart stopped cold. "Oh god!"

	"Wow," Joe laughed into the phone. "You must be a horrible poker player, Candidate Duncan. I didn't know that for sure, but you just confirmed it for me!"

	I wanted to slap myself in the head- how could I have been so stupid?!

	"Don't you dare bring him into this!" I demanded into the phone.

	"I won't. As long as I get your exquisite services for one more night," he said. "Tonight. At eight PM."

	"I can't," I said, swallowing hard. "I'm having a black-tie fundraiser for my campaign tonight."

	"What a coincidence," Joe Rizzo laughed into my ear. "So am I."

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	My fundraiser ended at eight.

	Joe's started about the same time.

	It hadn't been easy to explain to Jake, why I'd have to leave our own fundraiser without helping him clean up, drive home separately and meet up with him later, but I made something pretty convincing up.

	I was going to meet Joe just before eight, tell him in no uncertain terms that there was no way I could been seen at his fundraising event- how would that look?- and then walk away, my dignity mostly intact.

	Or so I hoped.

	Almost nothing I had tried during this whole ordeal had gone as expected, but we were near the end of it. My video was down, barely one or two people in town knew my secret, and things were going back to normal, right?

	Councilman Rizzo met me behind the bar he had rented for his fundraiser, as we had agreed, and whistled as I stepped out of my car.

	"Well well well, Candidate Duncan, you certainly know how to dress to impress."

	Because I was coming from my own black-tie event, I was wearing a long, black sequined evening gown, black high heels, with pearls, full make-up, and my hair done up to show off my neck. I wasn't showing much cleavage, but his eyes dipped down to take in the little I did have exposed, and he grinned.

	"But I much preferred the outfit you were wearing, the last time we met."

	I blushed and pulled my stole tighter across my chest, covering myself as I faced him.

	This man had nude pictures of me on his phone, right now! And a video of me orgasming, in his office! It was too horrible to think about!

	"What do you want, Joe?"

	"Just a little of your time," he laughed. "About an hour should do it. See, I need your help at my own 'black-tie' event."

	The councilman was wearing a buttoned-down, blue collar shirt, rolled up to the elbows, suspenders, and thick, work pants like the type a construction guy might use.

	"Out of the question," I snapped, ignoring his clothes. Why was I even talking to this man anymore? My video was down, history!

	"You know, I've heard your husband Jake is a very jealous man. And I would be too, if I had a fine filly like you in my stable," he laughed, slowly looking me up and down again. "Too bad you're taken."

	I shuddered; why did just being around him make me want to take a shower?

	"My husband's moods are of no concern of yours. Now, good evening, Cou-"

	"And I'd hate for that jealous, jealous man like that to get wind of how much fun you had with me last time. Of how obviously you enjoyed riding the Sybian for me and Mr. Franky. I'd just hate to break up your happy marriage, Susan."

	What did he mean?

	Jake wouldn't leave me if he saw that video from Rizzo's office, would he?

	A video of me, eagerly orgasming for two other men.

	Men I hated.

	Men who had tried to destroy me.

	And cumming harder than I ever did with him.

	Three times.

	"Jake... wouldn't leave me over that!" I said, my voice breaking a little.

	"Do you want to risk it?" Joe laughed. "Or do you want to help me with my fundraiser tonight?"

	I wavered. It was a public fundraiser- what the hell could he really have me do? Certainly nothing like last time!

	"What do you mean?"

	I still wasn't going to do it; I just wanted to know what I was refusing!

	He motioned for me to follow him. Having no choice, I did.

	Joe led me, unseen, through the back entrance of the bar, into a little cloak room behind the main area. We still hadn't been spotted by any patrons or staff from the bar, thank god, and he quickly ushered me into the private cloak room.

	It was a tight fit with the two of us inside it, especially considering his considerable girth, and the sounds of loud music and booted feet stomping on the floor came from the only other door out of the room, where the fundraiser sounded already in full swing.

	Joe Rizzo turned to me with a smirk on his face. "So what I need, is just a little help getting the boys their beers and shots for a while. I cut a few corners on wait staff for this event and that poor bartender is busier than a one-armed paper hanger trying to keep up with the demand."

	I frowned. He wanted me to serve drinks? At his fundraiser?! I was running against him- how would that look to voters! And not to mention the humiliation at being at his beck and call!

	"I don't think that will work!"

	"Yes, I'll admit it might make a little splash if people saw your face, serving drinks at my event," he laughed, taking the chance to look over my body again. God, if he groped me right now I would claw his eyes out- "So I'll be extra nice to you, sweetheart, and let you wear this." Joe reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a short, black half-mask, the kind the Lone Ranger would wear. "And nothing else."

	Joe Rizzo didn't want me to serve drinks at his blue-collar event in my form-fitting black evening gown.

	He wanted me to serve drinks at his blue-collar event absolutely buck naked.

	"You must be insane!" I gasped, holding my stole tighter to my chest.

	"What's the matter sweetcheeks? With this mask on, you'll just be a hot anonymous slut for my boys to ogle."

	My pussy twinged at the words, 'anonymous slut'.

	But I shook that off and fought on.

	"That mask barely covers my eyes and nose!" I hissed back, waving my hand. "There's no way it will keep people from knowing who I am!"

	"Honey, half those guys in there are so drunk they barely know who I am," he laughed, sticking a thumb over his shoulder at the loud room. "And this is a fundraiser for the Dockworkers' Union No. 327. They're thick, salt-of-the-earth types. Not really your kind of crowd, if you know what I mean."

	"I don't care! You're insane if you think I'm... stripping off, and going in there, wearing just that little mask!"

	"You really make people twist your arm every single time, don't you?" he laughed, then started reaching into his pocket-

	I tensed.

	-for his phone.

	"OH FUUUUUUUUCK!" a video of me cried out on his little screen, cumming, loudly and proudly, in his campaign office.

	"Jesus, you look good doing that," he laughed, shaking his head as we both watched. "Your husband will be so proud to see this on his Facebook feed-"

	"NO!" I cried out. "Joe! You can't!"

	I reached for his phone but was handed the mask again.

	"Then you know what to do, sweet cheeks. Come out wearing this, and nothing else." He moved to leave the cloakroom, hand on the door. "Actually, you don't have to be fully naked, I suppose," he laughed. "You can leave those heels on if you want. I bet they make your ass look fantastic when you strut around."

	I gasped; that was exactly why I had worn these extra sexy high heels to my own fundraiser!

	"Either way, you have one minute to start serving drinks out there in your birthday best, or your husband gets this full video, from someone he trusts. And large, airbrushed stills mailed to him every wedding anniversary from here on out."

	"You can't do this to me!" I cried as he started to walk out.

	Joe stopped, turned, and looked me over again with a chuckle. 

	"Honey, with a body like that, I can't not."

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	One minute.

	One minute to save my marriage or save my dignity!

	I should have told Jake everything right from the beginning; we never kept secrets from each other! But now it had been weeks since I been to Joe's office; it had been too long! If Jake saw that video of me, nude, in sexual ecstasy around other men, breaking our marriage vows, he would flip out.

	Go in a jealous rage.

	Maybe kill Joe Rizzo.

	Maybe leave me.

	Definitely leave me.

	But the other option was walking into a crowded room of strangers without a stitch of clothing on!

	Well maybe a few stitches...

	The cloakroom had a small mirror at eye level; I quickly held the mask over my face and tried to see if I could be recognized. But it was no good; I knew my own face too well!

	"Oh god, what do I do?!"

	I looked at my watch; it had probably been fifteen seconds already!

	And this dress wasn't simple to get out of!

	My heart started racing as I reached back for the catch on the zipper of my evening gown, only to find it stuck.

	"Oh god, not now!"

	I finally flipped the catch and got the zipper down, praying no one would walk into the cloakroom while I was undressing.

	I put on the mask in case someone did.

	But what would it matter if they saw me in my bra and panties? I was about to be nude, in front of probably a hundred people!!

	I undid my push-up bra, blushing as my huge, firm tits bounced free.

	They had always gotten me so much unwanted attention, I had never even been to a topless beach- and now I was going to be nude in public!

	I gulped as I slid my silk thong down my legs- I had been conflicted this afternoon, letting Jake see me in it while dressing, since I still wasn't totally comfortable to start sleeping with him again.

	But now a mob of strange men were going to see me without it!

	I looked at my watch- when had a minute gone by so fast?!- and then gasped.

	My watch!

	Did that count as 'clothing'?

	I fumbled to get it off, racing the second hand...

	Heels on or off?

	I really didn't want to go barefoot, in this dirty biker bar. But if I wore them, would Joe Rizzo think I was 'trying to make my ass look spectacular' for him?!?

	"Oh god, oh god..." I panted.

	I was hyper-ventilating!

	I looked down- and my nipples were starting to get hard!

	Couldn't do anything about that now!

	Thank god I had shaved everywhere today!

	Oh god, was I really going to do this?

	I was totally nude, except for my high heels and a flimsy stage mask!

	I was really going to do this!

	"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I whimpered, then leapt forward and threw open the door before my body froze from fear.

	To come face to face with a noisy bar, full of roughly dressed, tough-looking, big-shouldered men.

	And only men.

	There wasn't a female Dockworker in the entire place. They must not have existed.

	I was about to be the only woman- a nude, defenseless woman- in a room full of drunk, tough, rowdy men.

	My nipples got rock hard.

	The ten closest Dockworkers looked up from their drinks to suddenly notice the totally nude woman who had just stepped into their midst, then belted out a loud cheer.

	My pussy started to tingle.

	"Hell, I was thinking you weren't going to make it!" Joe Rizzo laughed over the ruckus of the cheers and the jukebox, pulling me fully into the room by my arm. He was touching me again- while I was naked!

	He handed me a heavy servers' tray overloaded with open beers. I took it with both hands, because my arms were shaking. "Now, I paid good money for these beers, sweetheart. Every one you spill is another ten minutes of serving time you owe me! So just take your time walking around, okay?"

	Easy for him to say!

	He turned to the closest staring drunks. "Drinks are on me, fellas!" he yelled, to another round of cheers. "And don't forget to tip your server!"

	With that, Joe Rizzo slapped my ass- my bare, unprotected ass!- with one huge hand and the crowd cheered again as I stumbled towards them.

	How I didn't trip on my high heels and go tumbling ass over teakettle is beyond me.

	Years of posture training as a kid, I guess.

	There were yells and whistles as I tottered towards the crowd, nude as a newborn baby.

	"Let me get one of those, cutie!" a tall, stocky man with a five-o'clock shadow laughed, stepping right up towards me.

	I froze like a deer with her headlights on.

	"Now this, is the best looking beer I've been served all month!" he said. And as one of his hands picked an open bottle from my tray, other one touched my naked back, then drifted down to cup my bare ass!

	I didn't dare take my hands away from the heavy, unbalanced tray of beers; who knows how serious Joe was about my punishment for spilling them? But that left me defenseless and forced me to just stand there, heart pounding, as the tall man took a few swigs of his beer, holding my naked butt the whole time. He gave it one last squeeze and stepped away.

	"Thanks a lot, sexy! Come back anytime!"

	And he spanked my rear just like Joe had done!

	Oh god- I was starting to get wet between my legs!

	The next guy did the same, squeezing my ass as he took a beer off my tray, his hard, callused hands lingering even longer on the firm, smooth globes of my butt as I squirmed in my high heels, unable to move, and then spanked both my cheeks as I walked away!

	They were getting more forward!

	The entire bar was calling for drinks now, hooting and cheering.

	"Over here, sexy mama!"

	"Four beers, here!"

	"Two tall ones, slut!"

	It was absolutely horrible!

	I couldn't take a single step without nearly a hundred men feasting on some part of my naked body, watching my huge tits bounce, my butt clench, my back arch. There were whistles, catcalls, lewd comments and propositions constantly.

	Every single eye in the place must have been on me!

	Getting congratulations, campaign donations and pats on the back as he walked around, Joe Rizzo's path crossed mine, as I tried to make the tray lighter as fast as I could.

	"Now, make sure that little mask doesn't fall off you, honey," he laughed as I passed him, blushing horribly. "We wouldn't want your little secret to come out!"

	And he spanked my bare ass again, as I about died from the utter humiliation!

	"Hey, who is she?" one younger dockworker next to Joe asked, a guy maybe in his early twenties. "I swear I've seen her before!"

	My heart stopped.

	"Her?" Rizzo laughed, meeting my panicked eyes. "Oh, she's just some stupid adult entertainer I rented from Fort Lauderdale. You know how those girls are out there- they'll do anything you want for a few bills!"

	The younger guy laughed, shaking his head in agreement. "No doubt, Joe, no doubt!" He turned to me, tongue pushing out his cheek. "That right sexy mama? You a stripper out that way? You sure got the body for it!"

	I could barely talk, I was so nervous!

	"Ye... yes!" I gulped. "I'm a stripper. From Fort Lauderdale."

	The guy got closer, cupping my ass like all the others had. I could smell the beer on his breath. "What's your name, honey? You look so familiar-"

	"Vixen!" I gasped, quickly walking away and ducking my head a little. "My name's Vixen!"

	"Oh man, now that's a hot stripper name!" the guy hooted, then raising his new beer to Joe. "You rented the hottest stripping MILF in all of Fort Lauderdale for this party? You the man, Rizzo!"

	Others took up the cheer.

	"Rizzo! Rizzo!"

	"You're the best, Joe!" one guy called, ogling me as I walked by.

	"Anything for my boys," Joe laughed, shaking hands and enjoying the accolades as I kept making the rounds to offer men beers, humiliating myself!

	News of my name reached corners of the bar well before I did; soon the men were trying to chat me up as I served.

	"Hey, Vixen, where in Fort Lauderdale do you dance?"

	My face was so red- they thought I was nothing but a cheap, nude stripper! "Lots of places," I told one guy, trying to move on.

	"Come on Vixen, stick around!" another laughed, holding up a folded dollar bill at me. "Normally I'd stick it in your G-string, but..."

	He started moving the folded bill lower, to stick it in the crack of my ass!

	"No thank you!" I gasped, jumping away.

	"Hey, what kind of stripper turns down a tip?" he cried, waving his bill at me.

	The young guy who had asked my name was back. "Yeah! What kind of stripper turns down money?" He scrunched his face at mine. "And if you're a stripper... why are you wearing a mask?"

	Oh god!

	If they started questioning that-

	And if one of them pulled off this flimsy, dollar-store mask-

	"Fine!" I cried, pushing my ass towards the first man even as I trembled. "Stick it in! Just hurry!"

	The men gave a double cheer as I realized how they had probably taken those words, and then I felt a hard, folded bill being stuck right between the globes of my ass!

	And then another!

	And another!

	The whole table was tipping me!

	And then one of the men at the next table started aiming a folded bill between my thighs, but from the front...

	"No!" I snapped, setting the tray on a rail and slapping his hand before he got too close. "Just put them on the tray!" I yelled, wondering why I hadn't thought of that in the first place.

	But the damage was done.

	For the rest of my round, men were trying to slide dollar bills into my ass, no matter how many times I told them to just put them on the tray! And every single guy grabbed a good handful of my butt as they took a beer, and half of them gave me a hard spank too!

	My face was on fire from the humiliation, and my ass was getting hot too!

	And I noticed how hungrily the most drunk guys ogled my large, bouncing tits as I walked by.

	How long before one of them tries to grab those? What would I do then?!?

	I kept the beer tray right above my chest, trying to defend my exposed breasts.

	I didn't have an answer to that, even as my hard, tingling nipples begged for someone to pinch and suck on them...

	My clit was absolutely on fire, but I couldn't dare touch it, not in front of all these men! What the hell was wrong with me?!

	And then, as I was almost out of beers, I had to walk through a tightly packed group of men I had already served, to get to the other side of the room. It was a tight fit, squeezing between their bodies and the bar, and I had to hold the large circular tray above my head as I slipped through the laughing crowd sideways, my lower body undefended...

	...and I felt one of them slip a hand between my legs to cup my bare pussy, and try to slip a finger inside!

	"Hey! HEY!" I yelled, caught in the crush of bodies, my hands still occupied by the tray. With the crowd packed tight around me, it was impossible to tell which man was doing it! "Stop that!"

	He was slipping around my wet folds, and when his thick finger found my hard, buzzing clit-

	"OH GOD!" I squealed.

	The crowd cheered, hearing my voice squeak and break like that, but the packed group did open up enough to let me stumble past them, shaken, panting, and totally, totally humiliated!

	Some strange man had just had his fingertip in my pussy!

	He knew I was wet!

	And I had screamed when he had touched my clit!

	I had never felt more like a dirty, depraved, or ashamed slut as I did right then.

	Maybe I really was 'just a porn star'.

	Maybe I deserved to be treated like this!

	I served my last few beers in a rush, ran back to Joe Rizzo and threw the empty tray down on the table in front of him, gasping for breath.

	Finally, I could use my hands to cover myself!

	"There! I'm done, Joe! Now let me-"

	"Now, it's time for shots," Joe laughed, handing me an even heavier tray, loaded with even more alcohol.

	My legs almost collapsed. "Joe!"

	"You've got forty five minutes left," he laughed, collecting the dollar bills from my old tray and stuffing them into his pocket. "And that's if you don't spill anything!"

	I looked back at the cloak room in panic.

	"I've already locked your clothes away, sweetheart," he chuckled. "Don't make me keep you here... all night."

	Jake would definitely be pissed in that case!

	And there was no cover story I could spin to justify that!

	I grabbed the tray of shots, praying I could get through this fast.

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	The thing about being the shot girl is, everyone wants you to do a shot with them.

	Especially if you're trapped in a bar with a hundred drunk, horny men, totally naked except for your high heels and a tiny little mask.

	Men of all ages were begging me to do shots with them, holding my arm, throwing ones, twenties and even hundreds onto the tray, doing anything they could to get me to stay and drink with them.

	I refused every offer- I absolutely wasn't that type of girl!- and I had made it about a quarter way around the room when one of the men seated at the bar, a wizened old dockworker who must have been sixty if he was a day, reached out and clamped an arm around my hip as I walked by.

	"You know, it ain't right for a pretty young thing like you to give out all this booze and not have even a little taste of it yourself."

	I tried to pull away- but forty years on the docks had made his hands amazingly strong!

	"Please sir, I'm okay-"

	"You're having one, young lady, and that's that!"

	And with that, he put both hands on my hips and lifted me right up onto his lap.

	"Sir! Stop!"

	Miraculously, I somehow managed not to spill the tray of shots as I was lifted up off the floor and sideways across his thighs. I tried to squirm away, but I had to use both hands to hold the tray, and this old dockworker had the strength of two men- all I could do was kick my legs in protest as the nearby men laughed!

	"Now, my second wife didn't used to want to drink shots with me neither," the old man chuckled, using one big hand to pick up a shot from my tray and hold it against my firmly pressed lips. His other hand slid onto my bare leg, to hold me in place.

	I was totally nude, sitting on a strange man's lap while his hand rested on my upper thigh, his fingers brushing my bare hip!

	I tried to squirm away, speaking out of the side of my mouth as he kept trying to force the drink into my mouth. I could smell the tequila coming off the glass- blech! "Sir! Really!"

	"But we both knew that she'd enjoy fucking me more if she did," he finished, "so I always had to find ways to convince her."

	And then hand that was resting on my thigh reached up and tweaked my hard nipple!

	"HEY-" I cried, and as soon as my mouth opened, he poured the shot down my throat and held my nose closed.

	I had no choice; I had to swallow or drown!

	I squirmed, but eventually had to swallow, the liquor burning my throat as it went down. The old guy laughed and released my nose, and the dockworkers around me- gentlemen, all- cheered as I came up gasping and sputtering, my face five shades of red.

	"You bastard! Goddammit!"

	"Yeah, my second wife had a mouth on her too," he laughed, easily picking me up off his lap and setting me on the floor again. I was a bigger girl, as Bethany kept reminding me, but he handled me like I was a child! "But I showed her what that was for, too!"

	The old worker slapped my ass, harder than all the rest, making me gasp and stumble forward, and I somehow, again, miraculously managed not to drop the tray, even as my rear burned in pain.

	"Oh damn, Clem!" another dockworker laughed, elbowing the old man. "You smacked her so hard; she'll have that hand print on her ass for days!"

	Oh god- how was I going to explain THAT to Jake?!?!

	All I could do was continue my circuit going around serving shots, my face five shades of red with humiliation.

	And after that, every Casanova in the place tried to pull me onto their lap like the old guy had, or have one of their friends hold me by the hips from behind as they pressed another shot against my lips.

	I tried to be a good girl, to keep my lips closed or turn my head, but it was just easier to agree to every third or fourth shot than try to fight every single guy them off.

	Men were openly pawing me now, sliding their hands over my ass, my back, my shoulders, my legs as I tried to get past them as quickly as possible. I used the tray to defend my breasts when I could but more men than I want to admit slipped their hands by my elbows to squeeze my huge, bouncing breasts, making me shiver when they rubbed my nipples.

	I barely kept the most bold men from sliding their fingers into my tingling pussy, by keeping my hips on a constant swivel at all times. That, and by agreeing to do more shots in one night than I had done since college!

	I was thoroughly buzzed as I found Joe Rizzo and threw my empty tray down in front of him a second time.

	"God damn it Joe, I'm done! There you go!"

	Standing in a crowd of hanger-ons and well-wishers, puffing a cigar, the fat councilman looked over my panting, trembling, thoroughly spanked and pawed nude body. "Well done, sweetheart. Now this is a side of you I'd like to see more of!"

	"Just let me go home!"

	Joe Rizzo just laughed. "Sure, sweet cheeks. You can go home. After one more round of shots."

	I stamped my high heel on the floor hard enough to leave a hole in the wood. "I can't do another round like that! I'll DIE!"

	He laughed, as did some of the men standing around him, since I was probably much drunker than I sounded in my head.

	"You don't have to do a single shot, sweetcheeks. I was planning on letting the boys do the shots... off of you."

	"JOE! NO-" I cried, as a cheer went up and what must have been six hands grabbed me from behind.

	And lifted me up onto the bar, on my back.

	And took off my high heels.

	And gently held my wrists and ankles to the bar, my arms above my head and my legs stretched to their full length.

	I was now laying on the cold, smooth wood of a dive bar in my hometown, barefoot and totally nude except for a little half-mask around my eyes, and totally unable to move!

	"Joe! No!" I begged, squirming against the men's strong, calloused hands. "I can't do this!"

	I froze when I felt two of Joe Rizzo's thick fingers grasp the edge of my flimsy mask. "Just say the word, honey," he whispered into my ear. "And I'll make you fully nude in front of these boys,"

	ONE of them would definitely recognize me from my campaign posters! Or my charity events! Or from just seeing me around the supermarket for the last ten years!

	I swallowed hard, my throat tight. "Joe... please... don't..."

	"Then just lay back and enjoy this," he laughed, letting go of the mask. "We both know you're going to."

	I gasped, but then Joe was gone and people were pouring alcohol onto my stomach.

	The bartender would pour a little tequila into my flat stomach, in the divot around my belly button, and a man would step up to slurp it away, his lips kissing my nude, quivering abs as he drank.

	Some of the men's unshaven cheeks would tickle my bare ribs as they licked. Some of them would brush my tits or squeeze my thighs as they drank, making me squirm with need on the bar.

	And then it would happen again.

	And again.

	And again.

	There must have been a hundred men, lining up to do shots off my naked body!

	And some of them were probably getting in line twice! 

	As each of the men put their hot, forceful lips on my sensitive, nude belly, my stomach trembled at the thought: 'What if he went just a little lower?'

	I couldn't help it; I moaned as the line of men continued to lick and kiss alcohol off my nude body.

	I was curling my toes, squeezing my fists, and I was getting so wet!

	The men gently holding my wrists and ankles out of the way couldn't believe it.

	"She ain't like no stripper I've ever seen," the younger guy who had asked my name laughed. "She's turned on like a virgin after the Prom!"

	"Yeah, this is real, not a put on," said another man, whose hands held my ankles. "She's really into this!"

	"Like I said, only the best for my boys!" Joe laughed from behind the bar, then poured a double shot of tequila onto my stomach for the next guy as the crowds cheered.

	"Rizzo!"

	"Rizzo!"

	"Rizzo!"

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	After the line finally ended, Joe announced an end to the free booze and led me back, on shaky legs, to the cloak room at the rear of the bar. He closed the door and threw my clothes and purse at me with a laugh.

	"Great work, sweet cheeks; I raised more campaign donations that hour than I did all month, and they'll be talking about this at the docks for years!"

	"Fuck you!" I said, scrambling into my bra and panties. "This is over- we're done now! Don't ever call me again!"

	"But honey, I have to," he said, grinning as I dressed. "You still owe me two more minutes on that Sybian."

	"FUCK YOU!"

	He laughed and turned away. "See you next week... Candidate Duncan."

	I was almost paralyzed with humiliation but dressed like a mad woman- my heels were still somewhere back at the bar, but I said fuck it and ran to my car barefoot- then drove home, shaking and barely keeping it together

	I was too drunk, horny, confused, humiliated to be driving right now, but it was a small town and I knew every single road by heart.

	Lived here all my life.

	I parked with a squeal of brakes in my driveway, ran straight to my bedroom the second I got in, to find Jake already there.

	He was just taking off his tux; he must have just gotten back from cleaning up after our black tie event.

	"Susan?" he asked, looking over my wild hair, disheveled dress and red, blushing face. "Where have you been?" He looked down at my feet. "And what happened to your shoes?"

	I slammed the bedroom door and pounced.

	"Fuck me," I hissed, ripping his shirt off. "Now!"

	I was still pretty buzzed from all the shots.

	But more urgently, nearly a hundred strange men had ogled, groped, and manipulated my nude body for the last hour.

	And I had let them.

	"FUCK ME!" I commanded Jake, ripping my own dress off. I was naked within seconds, fumbling at his belt, pulling out his growing cock. "Use me as your SLUT! NOW!"

	He was still shocked. Ten seconds ago he had probably been thinking about which leftovers he was going to eat from the fridge.

	But we hadn't made love in weeks.

	And my porn star mouth feverishly working his stiffening cock made Jake forget about all the damn leftovers in the world.

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	He fucked me, hard.

	I did the thing he loves, pulling my knees up to my ears, letting him pile drive me like a dirty whore as I curled my feet and moaned for more. I begged him to call me a slut, a porn star, to use me for his pleasure in any way he wanted, to make me cum over and over again no matter how much I begged him to stop.

	And he delivered.

	Afterwards, lying in bed, both of us spent from multiple orgasms, Jake held me gently from behind.

	"What got into you back there?" he whispered, stroking my arm in the dark. "We haven't played like that... in weeks."

	Facing away from him, I just blushed.

	"And..." he began. I could feel him swallow behind me. "Where were you for the last hour?"

	"I was at a bar," I said, my face turning even more red. "Drinking. Alone."

	"Oh."

	"And I all I was thinking about was... how much I missed you... and us... and this. And I just really... needed to feel you inside me again."

	He swallowed again. "And that's all?"

	"That's all," I said, still feeling the hands and hearing the cheers of a hundred strange men that had touched every inch of my nude body tonight. 

- Chapter 5 - Susan's blackmail gets even more personal

	I lay in bed, trying not to think about everything that had just happened.

	I tried to remind myself that I was a respected political candidate, an educated woman, a loving and faithful wife and mother.

	No matter what Joe Rizzo had just made me do.

	And I tried to forget that, after my blackmailer had forced me to serve drinks to the biggest rough, blue-collar voting bloc he wanted to court- in the nude!- with a hundred men laughing at, leering at and even groping my totally naked body as my face burned in humiliation, I had thrown on my clothes, raced home, and fucked the shit out of my husband.

	I had burst into our bedroom, chest heaving, face on fire, and torn aside his bedclothes to suck him like a woman possessed, making him forget what ever silly legal brief he had just been working on, until he was stiff and gasping and desperate as I was. Then I had guided him inside me in one smooth motion before begging him to fuck me like his own personal slut for as long and hard as he could.

	I had literally ripped Jake's pajamas trying to get his cock inside me.

	I had said horribly depraved things into his ear, grabbed his ass with both hands, wrapped my long legs around him and spurred him faster with the heels of my feet, all just to make him pound me harder, to use me more roughly, until I exploded into a toe-curling, breathtaking orgasm.

	Three times.

	It was like the humiliation had set my pussy on fire!

	I had always liked Jake to be a little bit dominant, to sometimes make me strip fully naked while he stayed fully clothed, to bend my blushing body over his knee and give me a rough spanking like a helpless, naughty schoolgirl. To call me his 'personal porn star' while making me suck his cock in a showy way and play with myself for him. But those were just between me and my husband, and always totally in private!

	To be used as a really helpless nude serving girl, to be stripped bare in front of so many men last night- it had terrified me so much in the moment, but made my sex so slippery on the ride home!

	I was still waiting for Jake to put two and two together, to ask me where I'd been, or why my breath had smelled like booze when I got home, or why I had been a sopping, dripping mess between my legs before he had even touched me-

	But apparently I fucked to well for him to care about that.

	"God Susan, that was unbelievable!" he laughed, panting behind me, as we both lay in the tangled sheets, still trying to catch our breath. "It hasn't been like that since... our Honeymoon! What got into you tonight?"

	Tonight?

	Almost the fingers of three different dockworkers, when I forgot to watch how I was bending over.

	"Nothing," I gulped. "I just... wanted to show you I love you!"

	"Well you certainly did," he chuckled, kissing my bare shoulder from behind. He snuggled his neck into mine, running his hand down my nude body. "What ever you're doing to make you this frisky- keep it up!"

	I was blushing the color of Georgia mud. But in the darkened bedroom, he couldn't tell.

	"Jake... I... I don't think I could do that!"

	He laughed, his fingertips strumming my bare inner thigh. "I mean, not every night, obviously- it'd kill me!"

	I swallowed, my heart pounding, remembering how all those men had looked at me. "Me too!"

	"And you've been so busy on your campaign these last few months... and then with that whole sex tape scare we had... I've missed this side of you," he said. "Your uninhibited side."

	I certainly had been uninhibited, panting and squirming, nude on that bar, as rough dockworkers had licked salt off my cleavage and tequila out of my stomach as their friends had held me down, some of their tongues getting dangerously close to my hard nipples or my aching, hard clit-

	"Jake, I don't know if this is a side of me I want to explore!"

	I gasped as his roaming hand slid gently but forcefully between my legs to find my clit.

	"You know I love you, I'll always be with you, you're the love of my life, no matter what," he whispered, rubbing me in just the way I liked. "But when you go crazy like you did tonight, when you decide to get wild and let your true self show, fuck Susan! You become the hottest woman I've ever seen!"

	I panted as the heat started building in me again. "No, Jake... I can't!"

	His leg wrapped around one of mine, to spread them a little further apart. His free hand grabbed my wrist, to keep me from stopping him.

	"God Susan, you are so fucking hot when you're like this," he begged. "When you're vulnerable but turned on, fighting your urge to cum and let go- you're hotter than any porn star to me!"

	My heart was pounding. "Jake... please!"

	He started sucking on my nipple and I moaned.

	There were four weeks left until the election.

	Joe Rizzo wouldn't be able to resist seeing his top political rival stripped nude and humiliated for his amusement before then.

	I would have to perform for him again.

	"Please Susan," Jake begged. "I love seeing the real you!"

	Win or lose, there would be no reason for Joe to keep blackmailing me after the election. Too much to lose, not enough to gain.

	No matter what, it could only last four more weeks.

	I rolled onto my back, my legs start to spread of their own accord.

	"Okay Jake," I gulped, as my breath started getting shorter. "I'll try."

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	Jake kissed me on his way out the door the next morning. "Love you honey." Then he smiled and whispered in my ear. "My little personal porn star."

	I was still in bed, blushing as he left.

	I tried to take a shower as normal, but I found myself repeatedly looking at my reflection in the wet shower door.

	I had tried to be a good girl when I was younger, to resist the boys who would lead me into temptation. But these huge tits, they seemed to attract men like honey! I had tried to hide them my whole life, but the way all those men had gone crazy for them last night...

	They had called me 'stick' in middle school, for my long, gangly arms and legs. But then I had filled out and put in hundreds of hours on the stairmaster, and now, if I wore a skirt that was even an inch above the knees I couldn't get any work done if there were men in the office. And the men last night- they hadn't been able to stop pinching or grabbing my ass!

	No man besides Jake had seen my bare rear- not in twenty years. But they had all seen it last night, nearly a hundred men. And then gone home and fucked their wives hard. Or taken their stiff, desperate cocks in their hands, thinking about my nude body as they stroked faster and faster-

	I gasped and snatched my fingers off my clit.

	"Oh god, Susan- get it together!" I said, my face on fire. I hadn't just been fantasizing about the horrible thing that had happened to me last night! "You're not that type of girl."

	I snapped off the shower, stepping out into the cold air to force me to towel and dress quickly.

	"You're just not!"

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	I put on and took off twenty dresses before going campaigning that day.

	All my old, shoulder-to-ankle professional dresses and pantsuits just seemed too... stifling all of a sudden. I could have blamed the medium to medium-hot predicted Florida temperatures outside, but I knew it was probably something else.

	I looked through some of my younger clothes, stuff I hadn't worn in years, but...

	I couldn't show that much leg on the campaign trail! Even if younger girls showed their mid- to upper thighs all the time, I was better than that!

	I finally settled on a classy at-the-knee sundress which would have been too risqu on top but I fixed by adding a light half jacket which covered my cleavage. On the way out the door I looked at my sensible flats, then my slightly-too-sexy four-inch heels, then picked up both as I left.

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	I ended up wearing the heels.

	"Ooooh, someone's looking fancy," my twenty-eight-year-old campaign manager Amanda laughed, as I got out of my car at our first stop. "Feeling a little racy today?"

	I blushed, quickly looking down at my outfit.

	Had my jacket unbuttoned over my tits?

	Had my sundress ridden up while I drove?

	But no, I still looked as put together as I had when I had left the house, not an inch more skin showing.

	"No! What do you mean?"

	I looked again, trying to see what I had missed. Hell, Amanda's dress was shorter than mine- you could see a few inches above her knees and her entire collarbone was exposed with her spaghetti straps!

	"I don't know, you just look different," she laughed, getting the voter registration lists out of the trunk of her car. "It must be the cute heels. I don't see you in something that flirty very often."

	"It must be," I gulped, already half-regretting the decision. My sensible flats were right there in the passengers seat...

	Amanda linked her arm in mine, pulling me forward. "I like 'em! Alright, we've got a lot of voters to convince- let's go!"

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	For some reason, the voters were a little easier to convince that day. The men, anyway.

	Their smiles were bigger, their conversations warmer, their stances on divisive issues surprisingly more moderate. Even the ninety-year-olds leaning on their canes came to the door a little faster when they saw us coming and walked us to the sidewalk afterwards, their eyes flicking down to my and Amanda's legs every now and then.

	The heat beat down on us, making me want to take off my half-jacket. But I would practically be half-topless then!

	"Amanda, let's call it a day," I said in the early afternoon. "It's getting too hot out here..."

	"Nonsense, we're doing great!" she laughed, checking off yet another street convinced. "A few more days like this and we'll have this thing in the bag!"

	I looked up at the beating sun. "Well at least let me go home and change into something more-"

	"Oh just take off that stifling jacket," she laughed, starting to unbutton it for me. "I don't know why you're wearing this silly thing anyway!"

	Because I wanted to win people over with my platform, not my tits!

	I resisted, but Amanda hadn't run three successful state Senatorial campaigns for other candidates by being a pushover. Eventually my half-jacket was tucked into her oversized purse and we continued canvassing the neighborhood, me always conscious of how much cleavage I was showing, but looking like just two more women in big floppy hats and sundresses walking down our central Florida street.

	So why did I feel so exposed?

	And one hour later we ran into Councilman Joe Rizzo.

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	We were coming out of the biggest diner in town, having convinced the owner to put up a sign after explaining the benefits of my small business tax package, when a luxury town car pulled up and out he stepped, all smiling three hundred pounds of him.

	I froze, making Amanda run into my back.

	The way he was smirking at me, the knowing look in his eyes- he was picturing me naked! Less than twelve hours ago, he had seen me, nude, barefoot, squirming and moaning on a hard wooden bar as men licked alcohol off my body!

	Oh god!

	"Why, now Candidate Duncan, how good it is to see you again," he laughed, closing his door. "You look so much more... put together than when the last time we met."

	And behind him, a two-person camera crew wearing shirts from our local news team was getting out of his car as well. They were filming this!

	What was happening?!

	"Last time?" Amanda asked, still trapped in the diner's doorway behind me. "Susan, what does he mean, last time?"

	I couldn't speak, watching the news crew zoom their cameras in on me and my cleavage! "I, um... well...."

	"I simply mean to say, that the last time I saw Candidate Duncan," Joe laughed, chewing on his unlit cigar, "she was red-faced, bent over and huffing in a very un-ladylike fashion."

	I almost fell over. He couldn't be doing this!

	Not in public!

	"No! I..um-"

	Joe shook his cigar. "Did you ever get all those weeds pulled out? I would hate to have this little campaign distracting you from keeping up your rose garden, Candidate Duncan."

	I about fell over in relief. "Yes! Gardening! Yes, Joe, I did!"

	He tipped his baseball cap, in a gesture that was both redneck and gentlemanly at the same time. "Well thank goodness for that. And I must say, you look mighty fine today, Susan. I'm glad to see there are some true southern women left who aren't afraid to dress up sometimes."

	My heart pounded as the camera crew panned up and down my figure again in response to Joe's comment.

	I was wearing sexy heels!

	And showing off half my tits to the world!

	In a thin sundress that was now blowing in the wind!

	Were they going to show that on the evening news?

	"Yes, well, um, thank you."

	Joe waved at the camera crew, directing them into the Chamber of Commerce. "Come on, boys, my big speech starts in a few minutes. Good seeing you, Candidate Duncan."

	"Yes! Good!"

	The local news crew took one more shot over the two of us, waiting for the two leading candidates for town councilman to do something, anything, in their unplanned public face off. But Joe had already rumbled into the Chamber of Commerce like a bulldozer and I just stood there, one hand over my cleavage, frozen like a deer.

	They followed Joe inside a second later and I could finally breath again, and I took a shaky step forward.

	"What the heck just happened?" Amanda demanded, coming around me. "You froze up like a high schooler running for class president back there! We could have gotten a good zinger on the 6 o'clock news!"

	I was blushing so hard!

	Seeing Joe again made me remember last night, how exposed I had felt, nude in front of those men..

	"It, um, just surprised me, that's all."

	Amanda looked at me, then pursed her lips. "Maybe you were right about calling it a day. I'm a little fried by the sun too. Pick it up tomorrow?"

	Anything to get out of these suggestive heels and dress! "Yes! Thank you Amanda."

	As we were walking away, she looked at me, tilting her head. "I didn't know you even had a rose garden."

	I about choked! But I managed to swallow, and put on a calm face as we walked.

	"I just started it," I said. "Very recently."

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	I was still cursing myself and my pathetic performance in front of those cameras as I parking in front of my house.

	God, I couldn't even look Joe Rizzo in the face after last night!

	But if I didn't overcome this, what was going to happen at our debate, a week before the election?

	I had to get control of myself before then, blackmail or no blackmail! For my family's sake!

	I was still clutching my steering wheel, swirling in a cloud of self-destructive thoughts, when I noticed Skyler's car in the driveway.

	What the heck?

	She should have still been in school at this hour.

	And, opening the front door, I heard booming bass-type music coming from upstairs. From the direction of Skyler's room.

	But Skyler never skipped school.

	As I went up the stairs and the club music got louder, I got even more worried. Skyler never listened to 'urban' stuff like this! She was a straight-A student!

	I slipped off my heels and padded down the carpeted hallway in my bare feet, the sounds of deep, thumping club music getting louder with every step.

	Skyler knew Jake and I were never usually home at this hour.

	She could have left school early because she was sick.

	Or...

	"Sklyer?" I called, halfway down the hall. No answer.

	I was outside her door, about to knock, but I held back.

	Or to meet up with someone in her room! And she was using the music to cover the sounds of something even WORSE going on...

	I set my jaw, and instead of knocking, turned the knob and swung Skyler's door open wide.

	To find my innocent, straight-A, nineteen-year-old daughter dancing in front of her laptop wearing nothing but a tiny pair of thong panties.

	Thong panties?!

	Jake and I didn't even let her buy those!

	And the way she was dancing...

	She had the body only a nineteen-year-old could have: long, silky hair all the way down to a tiny heart-shaped butt, a drum-tight stomach and perfect skin in the full glow of youth. Plus a set of legs sculpted into shape by years of dance practice and two big breasts she got from her mother's side, which stayed high and perky on her chest even as she bounced and ground her lithe body to the blaring music, happy, carefree, and practically nude.

	I blushed.

	Here had been, suspecting the worst, but all Skyler was guilty of was cutting a little school and dancing- much more suggestively than I would have liked, but at least she was dancing alone!- like young girls did.

	And she was a senior, with excellent attendance, so it should affect her college acceptance letters. I'd have a little talk with her later, just to make sure it didn't happen too often. And maybe mention the thong panties too; they were a bit racier than Jake or I would have liked girls her age to wear!

	I started to quietly close the door, leaving Skyler to her innocent fun, when I noticed her talking into her computer.

	"Okay, here comes the big reveal," she giggled, fingers pulling at the waistband of her panties as she faced the laptop. Specifically, facing the web-cam at the top of the laptop's screen, which had a single, bright green light showing on it.

	Recording.

	"Sklyer! NO!" I screamed.

	She squealed and covered her breasts, turning around with her jaw hanging open. "MOM!?!"

	I raced past her to slam her laptop closed, hoping I had gotten there before too much damage had been done!

	"Skyler! Please tell me you weren't broadcasting that to the entire internet!"

	My daughter was humiliated, arms tightly crossed over her bare breasts as she blushed, practically naked in front of me. "Oh my god Mom! KNOCK!"

	"Tell me!" I demanded, yanking cables out of the back of her computer. Power, internet, anything I could find. "Tell me you weren't putting that on the internet right now!"

	"I can't believe you! You are such a controlling-"

	Cables all gone, I grabbed my half-naked daughter by her shoulders. "This is important Skyler! Once you put your naked body on the internet- YOU CAN NEVER GET IT BACK!"

	That finally cowed her. She blushed, not meeting my eyes. "I wasn't streaming it."

	I shook her again. "What about the webcam? Skyler- promise me!"

	"I wasn't streaming it!" she shot back, spinning out of my grip to sit, still in only her tiny thong panties, on her bed. She crossed her arms more tightly over her nude breasts, her bare legs crossed firmly. "I was just recording it! For later!"

	I started to breathe again. "So that video didn't go out on the internet?"

	"No!"

	I exhaled, collapsing into her desk chair. "Oh thank god." I pressed my head to my forehead. "Oh thank god..." I breathed again, then looked up at her. "What were you doing then?"

	Her face was five shades of red. "I told you! I was just recording it!"

	"Why Skyler?" My eyes got bigger. "Is someone forcing you to make that video?"

	"No! Oh my god Mom- it's for my boyfriend!"

	Jake and I hadn't even known Skyler had a boyfriend.

	My cellphone buzzed inside my purse, getting a text message. I ignored it.

	"You were going to send him... that? Skyler- you can't!"

	She launched off her bed and stamped her nearly nude body to her closet, angrily throwing on a tight t-shirt without a bra. "It's my body! I can do what I want!"

	My phone buzzed again.

	"Of course it is, honey! But your body should be a sacred thing you give only to your husband and no other man," I said, trying to forget about last night. "You've got to protect it... "

	And the time I had ridden a Sybian for Joe.

	"-and cherish it, so you only give it to the one you marry-"

	And made a sex tape, when I was almost exactly Sklyer's age.

	"-because that's what proper women do!"

	With her tits covered, my daughter turned to me more defiantly. "Mom! You're so OLD-fashioned!"

	God, I was blushing so hard! If she only knew...

	But this was my daughter, I had to protect her!

	BUZZ.

	Jake never texted me this much while he was at work- it must be important. I started digging for my phone in the deep pockets of my purse as I tried to explain.

	"Skyler, it's not being old-fashioned. If you give a man a video like that, he'll... post it all over the internet!"

	"Damon wouldn't do something like that!"

	"Damon?" I asked, pulling out my phone and starting to unlock it. "Is he from around here? Or..."

	She crossed her arms over her chest again. "You don't know him. He goes to college."

	She threw the word at me like an insult.

	But I wasn't listening, as my fumbling fingers finally got my phone unlocked.

	The texts weren't from Jake's number.

	They were from Joe Rizzo's.

	My heart started to speed up.

	"Honey, once you make a video like that," I stammered, trying to open my text app, "you lose all control over... who sees it..."

	The first text read: I LIKED SEEING YOU OUT TODAY, CANDIDATE DUNCAN.

	Next text: YOU LOOKED QUITE FETCHING IN YOUR LITTLE OUTFIT, EVEN THOUGH I'VE SEEN YOU WEAR LESS.

	I swallowed.

	Oh god!

	"That, like, never happens, Mom," Skyler laughed, sliding on a pair of too-tight jeans while I still stared, dumbstruck, at my phone.

	The next text read: IT GOT ME THINKING, I NEED YOUR SERVICES AGAIN LATER THIS WEEK. FRIDAY NIGHT.

	He had to be joking!

	I couldn't be Joe's naked serving girl again!

	Not so soon!

	"And if Damon shows it to his friends just once..." I stammered, starting to text Joe back with clumsy fingers. "...one of them could post it on the deep web or something!"

	"Oh my god, Mom, you're being SO dramatic," Skyler giggled. "Other girls at school make videos like this for their boyfriends all the time."

	NO WAY. IMPOSSIBLE, I texted him. I CAN'T.

	"...and then Diedre even made like two more videos for Toby after he broke up with her but he didn't.... Mom? Are you even listening to me?!"

	I snapped my head up from my phone. "Of course honey! It's just, something for the election."

	She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You've ALWAYS got do something for your election."

	"Not right now, honey, I promise, I want to talk about this with you. It's very important you don't record any videos like that-"

	Buzz.

	My heart skipped a little.

	"...because, um, they always catch up to you!"

	Buzz.

	I couldn't bear to look.

	But I had to!

	Skyler laughed as she tied on her canvas shoes. "It's not a big deal, Mom. It's just a thing girls do nowadays."

	I opened the next text from Joe.

	FRIDAY.

	OR PICTURES OF MY HOT LITTLE SERVING GIRL GO ALL OVER THE WEB.

	And there was an image attached.

	My chest felt like a boa constrictor was tightening around it.

	I opened the image to see myself nude except for my high heels and mask in that horrible bar, bending over with a red face to serve beers to two laughing men. You could see my pussy lips.

	"Oh GOD!"

	Skyler looked up from her shoes. "What?"

	I slammed my phone closed. "Nothing! Just promise me, you won't make any videos like that for anyone ever again!"

	"Moooommmmm...."

	"Just promise me honey!" I was practically yelling. "If Damon shows it to one of his friends, who copies and posts it somewhere, that's it! You're nude on the internet- FOREVER!"

	"Fine, whatever," my daughter sighed, rolling her eyes. "No more videos, I promise."

	"Thanks honey," I said, trying to fight the urge to vomit, right there. "Now could you please get back to school? I have to..."

	My heart was pounding.

	"...go work on my campaign."

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	I rushed Skyler out the door then called Joe back from the master bathroom, putting at least three doors between me and the outside world.

	"Joe, you've got to be insane!"

	"Why, Candidate Duncan, good to hear from you again so soon," he chuckled. "Did you enjoy the picture I sent? I've got a even better video of you squirming as two men place some lime wedges in your mouth if you want-"

	"I can't do another sick fundraiser for you this week!" I screamed. "I've got a family! And a husband! I'm not some stupid stripper you can just call up to perform for you at will!"

	"Of course you're not, Candidate Duncan," he laughed, probably with that same unlit cigar between his teeth. "I'd have to pay a stripper to perform for me."

	I balled my fists. "You corrupt, fat, despicable, old-"

	"Who would you like seeing those videos of you first, I wonder? Your mother?" he chuckled. "Or your husband? Or maybe I just send them all to Good Girls Flashing and let them make a 'before' and 'after' series..."

	NO!

	Jake and I had fought so hard to get my first sex tape off the internet!

	If Joe Rizzo started everything back up now, after Jake thought his cease and desist letter had solved everything-

	A cold knot started forming inside my gut.

	Because I knew I had no way out.

	"Joe, please!" I begged. "I can't... not so soon!"

	"Friday night. My house. Seven o'clock sharp," he laughed, as my heart started pounding in my chest. "Full make-up, your hair done for a dinner party, and as for your clothes..." I heard him chuckle.

	"I liked seeing you in heels today. Wear some sexy stilettos for Friday. Something that really makes your legs look two miles long, Susan. Understand me?"

	My face was burning five shades of red!

	"Heels and what else?!"

	If he said I'd have to be naked at his event again... oh god, I couldn't handle it!

	"I'm not a monster," he laughed. "And it's a black tie event. So something elegant, say a cocktail dress? But I want it showing a LOT of cleavage. And hemmed up high to show off all of those long, beautiful legs of yours. I want you in danger of flashing people with every step. Do you have a dress like that?"

	I did. But it was so revealing, I had only worn it on vacation to Jamaica with Jake, where I wouldn't see anyone I knew! And it had gotten him so revved up on the trip, we had made love in our room every night!

	"Yes, but-"

	"And for your underthings, I'd like a push up bra, something very lacy and expensive. Really put those knockers on a shelf. And a tiny, matching set of g-string panties; I want nothing but dental floss up that butt!"

	Oh god!

	My political rival was choosing my outfit, like I was his own personal sex doll!

	"Joe! Please! Can't we-"

	"We're going to have a very special guest for you to entertain Friday," he laughed, ignoring my pleas, "so you better come dressed exactly as I asked, bringing your biggest smile and an attitude to please. Because if not... snap snap, click click!"

	He was threatening to send out my blackmail pictures to everyone!

	To the voters, my family, my friends!

	I squeezed my thighs together under my sundress, to keep my knees from knocking.

	"Joe, you can't keep doing this! I can't be your... party toy forever!"

	"Who said forever? The election is four weeks away, and this is just business," he laughed. "If we ever see each other after that, well, it will just be... socially, Candidate Duncan."

	My head was spinning.

	This was going to be so humiliating!

	Who was the special guest he was talking about?!

	And what the hell was he going to have me do for him?!

	I swallowed. "Please, Joe.... I get a mask again Friday? You're not going to... make me go out there without a mask, right?"

	I heard him laugh again, a big, unconcerned belly laugh.

	"Why Candidate Duncan, that's the fun of it! Everyone else will be seeing just another cheap stripper, paid to show off her goods to the crowd... and only I'll know you really are, under that mask." He laughed again. "Vixen."

	And I could hear him still laughing as he hung up on me.

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	At 6:52 Friday night I circled Joe's large Florida mansion one more time.

	There were so many cars in his driveway- like he was throwing a party for half the county! There was no way I could get in without being seen by someone I knew!

	What should I do?

	A minute later my phone buzzed.

	USE THE SERVANT'S ENTRANCE IN THE BACK. GATE CODE 9119.

	I circled the house one more time, saw the gate and used the code to enter. Near the rear of the house there were trucks for caterers, but I didn't think any of the Mexican serving staff would recognize me. Or so I hoped!

	I pulled up next to Joe's back door, frantically wondering what to do next.

	He didn't expect me to just walk in, did he?

	I finally saw a portly figure standing next to his open, dimly-lit garage, a tux draped over his large frame. Joe waved me out of the car with annoyance.

	I opened the door and got out, it was so hard not to flash my panties at the caterers in this ridiculously short skirt, or to cross Joe's gravel driveway without breaking my ankles in my tallest six-inch heels; I had never worn both of these together out of the bedroom before- they were for Jake only!

	"You're late."

	My watch read 7:01.

	"Come on," Joe said brusquely, motioning deeper into his darkened garage.

	I followed, my pulse starting to spike.

	No one knew even I was here!

	I had told Jake I was going to speak at a Woman's Rally in Ft. Lauderdale, so not to expect me home until after midnight. Then I had changed in a gas station bathroom out in the boonies, and turned off my phone just in case.

	And now I was alone in a nearly pitch black garage with Joe Rizzo. Who outweighed me by an easy hundred plus pounds. And I was wearing this ridiculous dress with tottering, impractical heels, barely able to walk, much less run. If he lunged at me right now...

	Or just pushed me over...

	Joe stopped in front of a shiny box the size of a refrigerator, with short wooden steps leading up to its waist-high entrance.

	"Get in, honey."

	My eyes bugged out. This was how white slavery rings started!

	"No way!"

	He sighed, then turned the box around- it was on a rolling cart- so I could see the ribbons and wrapping paper making it shiny, and the fanciful writing on the side. "HAPPY 65TH BIRTHDAY!" it read in huge, cursive letters. Also: "HAPPY RETIREMENT!"

	"It's a fake birthday cake, Candidate Duncan. You're only going to be inside a few minutes, then you're going to jump out and surprise everyone."

	Okay, this was not how white slavery rings started.

	But still, fear gripped me.

	There could be anyone inside at that party. People I knew! And I was wearing a horribly revealing little cocktail dress that almost showed off my ass and panties with every step!

	I swallowed hard, clutching my purse, not moving forward an inch. "My mask?"

	He laughed, then started digging in his tux pocket. "Aww, I was going to see if I could convince you to go without that this time."

	As if!

	Wearing these high heels, in this little dress, jumping out of a fake cake like some floozy?! I would look ridiculous!

	He finally held out a flimsy piece of black cloth, barely enough to cover me from eyebrow to upper cheek. But when I reached for it, he snatched his hand back.

	"In the box first, Candidate Duncan. We've got a schedule to keep, if you're going to make the birthday boy happy."

	I blushed even harder.

	Even now, he had to play power games with me!

	I started climbing the rickety wooden stairs leading up into the fake birthday cake. I had to make a choice between holding down the hem of my tiny cocktail dress or gripping the loose railing, and after my first slip and almost twisting an ankle I grabbed at the railing, only to hear a low whistle behind me.

	"God, I love a woman in a g-string."

	I blushed and held down the back of my dress with both hands again. Even being cautious, I hadn't been able to keep Joe from seeing my bare ass!

	How would I maintain my modesty for a whole party?!

	I stepped inside and angrily turned to face him, starting to shiver in the cool evening air of his open garage.

	"Okay, I'm in your stupid birthday cake! Can I have my mask now please?!"

	For a horrible second, I saw him flinch at my words, and consider not giving the mask to me.

	No!

	I had to hide who I was! Especially to a crowd this upper class!

	"You know, while I appreciate you dressing up for this fancy occasion just like I ordered," Joe laughed, twirling the masquerade mask on his fat finger, "I think I'd rather have you jump out of that cake just like the Good Lord intended you to be. With a big smile, and bare-ass, buck naked."

	My legs almost gave out.

	No!

	Not again!

	"Joe, no! I'm sorry!" I begged, reaching for the mask. "I won't call the cake stupid again! Look, I'll put on the mask and I'll jump out of this cake in a great mood and even sing the Happy Birthday song if you want me to or something!"

	He just chuckled. "You knew this is how you'd always end the night, Candidate Duncan. I'm just getting you there a little faster."

	My white knuckles still held down the hem of my dress. "Joe! I can't! Be naked in front of a huge crowd again!"

	"Well, not unless you'd like that crowd seeing a video of you serving drinks at a bar, buck naked. Or having a big ol' orgasm on that Sybian in my office? I had forgotten about that wonderful little gem I recorded, maybe I could pull aside a few guests and show them in private..."

	I shivered. That machine had made me cum SO hard- I had lost all control of my body and my voice! I had moaned and bucked like wanton nympho!

	It was horrible!

	And to have ANYONE else seeing that-

	My face flushed as I reached behind my back to start undoing my expensive cocktail dress, my fingers fumbling with the hooks. "Why did you ask me to wear this stupid thing if you were going to immediately make me get out of it?!"

	"Because it's more fun this way," he laughed, watching me without shame. "Seeing you strip out of that saucy little number, your face red as you realize your place tonight... it's so much more sublime than having you peel off some stupid sweatpants."

	My face and chest burned as he laughed at my predicament; but what choice did I have?!

	I had to keep my secrets hidden!

	But when he had specifically asked me to wear this cocktail dress, a small part of me had hoped-

	No, that was stupid Susan!

	Stupid stupid stupid!

	I could feel his eyes all over me as I undid the last hook and slid the silky dress down my long, shaved legs, then angrily handed it to him.

	"Mmmm, that's nice. And now the bra. Let me see those amazing tits again."

	Oh god, I was stripping for him again!

	This was like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from!

	I undid my clasp and shimmied out of my bra, covering my chest as I tossed it to him.

	"Oh, Susan, don't be shy," he laughed, look right at my arms. "We both know you aren't."

	That made me blush even more.

	I had a Master's degree for goodness sake!

	I had been on the Honor Roll!

	And the Morals Committee!

	"If you get your nipples hard and beg really nicely," Joe laughed, "and I might just let you keep your little g-string on for the party. It is a formal event, after all."

	Oh god!

	This couldn't be happening!

	But it would still be miles better than being totally naked!

	I gulped and lowered my arms, letting my tits swing free.

	"Please Joe," I panted. "Let me keep my panties on!"

	He laughed. "Lets see those highbeams, Candidate Duncan. Or do you need some ice cubes?"

	I blushed harder. This was too much!

	But if there was even a chance I could at least keep from showing my bare pussy to everyone inside-

	I closed my eyes, taking a nipple between in each thumb and forefinger. The cold air of his open garage helped, but to get fully hard, I'd have to actually get turned on. I didn't want to, in front of this horrible man, but if it protected my modesty just a little...

	I swallowed, rolling my nipples in just the right way. I started to pant as I felt the heat building in my center-

	Click!

	My eyes flew open. He had snapped a picture! With flash!

	"Joe!"

	"Just something to remember the night by," he laughed. "You'll have your mask on for the rest of it." He reviewed his camera. "Oh yeah, your face came out great in that one."

	Oh god- I was going to die!

	He had a picture of me playing with my nipples for him- with my face showing!

	"Now then. Beg me. Or you're wearing nothing but that pretty little smile tonight."

	"Joe! Please!" I said, my face burning as my nipples got hard, right in front of him. Why did this garage have to be so damned cold?! "Please please please- let me keep my panties on tonight!"

	"Why?"

	Oh god!

	"Because," I gulped, "I'm... a good woman. I'm not like this- I don't strip totally naked for people!"

	"God, I wish I had that on tape," he laughed, slapping his knee. "Stick in the mud family values Susan Duncan, her nips hard as rocks, begging me to let her keep her panties on because she's a good girl! Oh hell, this is too rich!"

	I burned, humiliated and shivering as he laughed.

	"Okay, enough stalling Duncan," he said, wiping a tear from his wrinkled eye. "Take off that g-string and toss it to me. You'll be naked, just like last time."

	I gasped. "Joe!"

	"Five seconds, Candidate Duncan. Or I walk right inside with your purse and your clothes and go straight to my computer to-"

	He didn't even have to finish that sentence! As humiliated as I was, it could always get worse! I didn't even have my car keys- they were in my purse!

	I dropped my panties in record time.

	Oh god Jake, I'm sorry!

	"Perfect," he laughed, collecting my last meaningful piece of clothing, then looked at my shivering, naked body. "That body really is a national treasure. If I could write a law to force you to strip for the town every week from here on out I would- and it would pass by a landslide!"

	I blushed, trying and failing to cover both my tits and pussy. In the cool evening air my nipples were already hard, and I could feel the light breeze off the water caressing my naked ass. I was naked and at his mercy again!

	"Joe! The mask!"

	He finally threw the tiny piece of cloth to me. "Of course. I wouldn't want you to go without your outfit for tonight, Vixen."

	I caught it in the air and threw it on. Thank god no one had walked by his garage while all this had been going on!

	Joe took the top of the cake, a heavy cardboard lid decorated to look like frosting, and started settling it over my head. I had to crouch down for it to fit.

	"Now, when the singing stops, I'll knock on the side of the box and you come bursting through the top like a rocket- with your biggest, brightest birthday smile on your face," he warned, getting it into place. "And not covering up an inch of the good stuff, you hear me? If I don't see a BIG smile and all the goods the second you pop out of the top, I'm sending ALL those videos to your family tonight, get it?"

	My heart started beating a mile a minute as the lid started closing above me.

	This was really going to happen!

	But I had so many questions!

	"Joe! How many people are at the party?!" I asked, as he lowered the top into place, closing off all my light. "Is there anyone here who would know me?"

	He just laughed and sealed me inside the cramped, pitch-black cardboard prison.

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	I was a nervous shaking mess, waiting in the dark for my big moment.

	I was totally naked, except for stupid six-inch high heels that barely let the balls of my feet touch the ground and a little masquerade mask that wouldn't hide my identity for a second if anyone I knew saw me! And like an idiot, I had done my hair and makeup for an elegant night out, so I looked like I wanted to be here!

	I was trapped inside a small, scratchy, pitch black cardboard box and I was going to jump out of it like some stupid candygram on Joe's command. Nude!

	And who was at this huge party!?

	The thought gave me shivers, and I had nothing to do but stew on it.

	Joe had said I would only be in the box for a few minutes, but it was more like twenty. I could just imagine Rizzo laughing and sipping drinks at his party, taking his time talking to guests, smiling because he knew his biggest political rival was trapped, naked in a box inside his garage!

	I hugged myself, waiting, but the feeling of my hands rubbing my shaved legs, thighs, calves just made the situation worse. I really was baby smooth- everywhere!

	When I finally heard heavy footsteps coming closer and the cart jerked into motion, it was almost a relief. For a nano-second.

	But then I realized: this was really happening!

	I was going to be a nude stripper, jumping out of a cake at some random man's birthday party!

	I knelt inside, shaking, using my hands to steady myself as I was rolled up stairs, over thresholds, into the middle of a loud, singing group.

	The singing was so loud!

	There must be a hundred people around me!

	OH GOD!

	My insides were in turmoil, my throat dry as the desert, but as the last verses of "Happy Birthday To You..." dropped away, I gathered my feet below me.

	Oh god oh god oh god-

	The singing stopped.

	There was a loud, expectant pause.

	And then someone slapped the side of the box.

	Using every bit of my nerves I forced a smile on my face and pushed hard off my high heels and burst out through the pre-cut cardboard top...

	Into an elegant, black-tie party of at least a hundred and fifty people all from my town.

	My heart stopped dead.

	Most of the men were cops, in full dress uniform. And there were women in the crowd, wearing pearls, designer dresses, some of them trophy wives from my own country club! And I standing in the middle of them totally nude, tits, ass and pussy visible to everyone!

	OH GODDDD-

	Even as I blinked under the suddenly bright lights, still smiling my stupid forced stripper smile for Joe, my arms up in a big cheerleader cheer, the party-goers seemed stunned, not knowing what to make of me. We looked at each other for another long, horrible silent second.

	And then the young male cops let loose a cheer loud enough to shake the walls.

	The few civilian men, dressed in suits and tuxes, started clapping as well, and the women finally joined. Even if they didn't appreciate the show, they at least appreciated the gesture behind it.

	I recognized some of the younger policemen as ones I had seen around town!

	Hopefully they'd be looking at my body, and not my face!

	As my heart was exploding, Joe Rizzo was bringing an older gray-haired man, approximately sixty-five, to the front of the cake.

	"Here she is, Commissioner! The sweetest birthday gift you'll ever get."

	Oh god- this was the Police Commissioner Talbot's party?!

	I had sat on his lap as a schoolgirl, when he had played Santa Claus in the mall!

	He had signed my petition to get on the November ballot!

	I talked to him every year when Officer Friendly came to Skyler's school!

	He would recognize me FOR SURE!

	But Commissioner Talbot just looked up at my bouncing tits, my bare, shaved pussy lips that Joe had forbade me to cover, and just shook his head and laughed.

	"Oh my word, Joe- I didn't think people did things like this anymore!" he laughed, wiping a tear from his eyes. "It reminds me of the retirement party we gave the OLD police chief, way back in '63!"

	"Well, I wanted to send you off in the same grand fashion," I heard Joe say over the cheering and whistling cops. "You're just as good as old Sawyer was!"

	The Commissioner's eyes finally left my bare breasts as the cheers died down, to focus on my face. "Where did you even find a good old-fashioned girl like this?" he laughed. "She looks like a barrel of fun."

	"Oh, I didn't have to go far," Joe laughed, winking at me. "A much shorter distance than you might think, in fact."

	My eyes bugged out as the nearest rows of the crowd started looking at me harder. Based on Joe's words, they were all trying to figure out if they knew me from somewhere!

	I had to do something!

	Anything!

	Even though I could barely talk, and the butterflies were trying to tear their way out of my nude, unprotected belly, I cleared my throat, and in my huskiest, most Marylyn Monroe voice, started to sing.

	"Happy Birthday.... Mister Commissioner..."

	The cops cheered again and everyone forgot, for a moment, trying to figure out who I was.

	I slid my hands up and down my curves just like I had seen Marylyn do in that old video. Except that she had been wearing a dress while she did it, and I was bare ass naked!

	I felt so dirty- but anything to keep their mind off my face!

	"Happy Birthday... To You..."

	I made my voice as breathy and sexy and affected as I could, praying that no one would recognize it! I even puckered my lips and sexily bit the edge of my finger with my teeth, arching my back so my tits stuck out more pleasingly.

	If Jake saw me now, I'd be divorced in a second!

	"Happy Birthday... Mister Commissioner..."

	The trophy wives, disgusted at what they saw, started to file out the back of the room. The smart husbands followed. But the young unmarried cops, however, cheered and started taking pictures and videos on their cellphones.

	NO!

	But I couldn't stop singing now. I was just a cheap stripper Joe had 'hired' for the night. I had to keep playing the part!

	My face burning red as I heard twenty cellphone cameras beeping, I continued giving the Police Commissioner the most degrading birthday song I had ever sung. The old man blushed a little as I swayed in front of him- totally naked- and he got pats on the back or handshakes from his officers, some of whom whispered things into his ear, after which both men would look at me and laugh!

	They were discussing my body, right as I stood there in front of them!

	But as I finally finished the song, all of the country club crowd that might know me were gone, and I was about to collapse back into the box, on shaky legs. At least the night was over!

	Joe lead a rousing final round of applause as I wanted to die- they were clapping for my tits and ass, not my singing!- and then said, "Alright, Vixen, come down and give the old Chief a hug before you go."

	A hug!

	With all these men watching?!

	But I had no choice.

	And with the edge of the box almost at my upper thighs, I'd have to step over it to get out-

	I tried to cover my pussy as I stepped over the edge- I tried!- but even then I heard the young men on one side of the room hoot and break into laughter.

	"Shit Sergeant- I just saw all the way up to her tonsils!"

	"Damn, now that's a vag!"

	"I think they call that 'love tunnel', Lieutenant."

	Oh god!

	Half the room had just gotten a better view up my pussy than my gynecologist did!

	My entire body was shaking with humiliation, my face dark red, as I tottered down the steps to stand in front of a kindly, smiling old man.

	I could barely talk!

	But I still I tried to make my voice high pitched and dumb sounding, like a stripper's might.

	"Happy.. Happy birthday sir!"

	"Why thank you young lady," he laughed, holding his arms out warmly.

	I gave him a polite hug, not wanting to drag my hard nipples across the cold medals of his uniform.

	And then Commissioner Tolbert slid his hands down my back and pulled me forward with two firm handfuls of my bare ass.

	"HEY!" I cried, jumping onto my toes, which is exactly what he wanted. My naked tits mashed against his face while he squeezed and groped my ass with strong, powerful hands. "Commissioner!"

	The crowd cheered as I struggled, trapped in his grip.

	"The old man's still got it!"

	"You'd have it to, faced with tits and ass like that!"

	"Get a picture, Sergeant, quick, get a picture!"

	Talbot gave the crowd a thumbs up, one hand still holding me to him by my ass as I blushed and tried to bury my face in his shoulder to hide my face as another round of pictures, from closer this time, were taken.

	"Now give her a birthday spanking!" one of the boys laughed.

	"NO!" I cried, trying to squirm away.

	But it was too late.

	The hand giving a thumbs up closed like a vise around my waist, and then Commissioner Talbot, who had run the polite, friendly police department as long as I had lived in town, reared back with his other hand and gave me a spank that took my breath away.

	SMMMAAACK!

	"Oh fuck!" I cried.

	He still had his strength!

	It was like getting hit with a bullwhip!

	"ONE!" a few boys in the crowd cheered, and that's when I really started whimpering.

	I couldn't take sixty-four more of these!

	"No!"

	I felt his hand leave my bare ass again...

	SMMMAAACK!

	"NO!"

	SMMMAAACK!

	"Ahhh!"

	SMMMAAACK!

	"Stop! Please!"

	He was hitting the exact same spot, every time! My ass was already on fire and I couldn't help but jump and wail like some Little Anne Fannie- it really hurt!

	And the crowd was loving it.

	"Give her some more Chief!"

	"Yeah- don't let her sit down all weekend!"

	"Show her what we do to loose women in these parts!"

	Loose women?!

	I had only slept with one man in my entire life!

	I didn't want to be here!

	I didn't want to be naked in high heels and makeup in front of all these men, getting spanked like a cheap stripper! I was a good wife and neighbor! A pillar of this community-

	SMMMAAACK!

	SMMMAAACK!

	SMMMAAACK!

	"Owwww! FUCK!"

	"Language young lady," Tolbert laughed. "We don't tolerate that sort of debauchery around here."

	"No, wait-"

	SMMMAAACK!

	SMMMAAACK!

	SMMMAAACK!

	The crowd laughed again, watching me be taken apart.

	I was squirming, hopping on the toes of my high heels, trying to cover my butt and being stopped by his strong hand around my waist. "Stop! Please!"

	I heard the Commissioner laugh in my ear. "Have you learned your lesson, young lady? Do you promise not to curse again in proper company?"

	"Yes, I promise!" I wailed. "I won't-"

	SMMMAAACK!

	SMMMAAACK!

	SMMMAAACK!

	"Owwww fuuuuuu.... yes!" I begged, biting my lip. "I promise!"

	The other cops were rolling on the floor with laughter.

	"You promise to find a good husband, and put aside your wicked ways to live a decent life?"

	SMMMAAACK!

	"YES! I PROMISE! I'll be DECENT!"

	"Decent girls don't prance around with all their clothes off," he laughed, spanking my red, burning butt again. "Decent girls don't jump of cakes naked. You promise to wear clothes in public? From now on?

	And then he gave me the three hardest spanks yet.

	SMMMMMMAAACK!

	SMMMMMMAAACK!

	SMMMMMMAAACK!

	"YES I PROMISE!" I begged, tears leaking from my eyes. "I'LL ALWAYS WEAR CLOTHES IN PUBLIC FROM NOW ON! I PROMISE I PROMISE!"

	I waited, tensing for the next smack on my burning butt, but none came. Instead, Commissioner Talbot just rubbed and squeezed my burning ass, and even that hurt.

	"Alright boys, you heard her," he laughed. "I think she's learned her lesson," he said, finally releasing his vice grip on my waist. The crowd laughed as I took a big step away, sniffling and gingerly rubbing my stinging butt.

	"Awww, Chief, you can't keep converting all of our strippers into a church gals!" one man cried. "And she's a prime piece, too!"

	"Don't worry Clem, she'll be back," his friend told him. "Girls like that can't stay away."

	Now my face burned too. I wasn't a 'girl like this'!

	I was a wife! And mother!

	Talbot tipped his hat at Rizzo. "Joe, you old dog, getting me a cake girl- I still can't believe it!" Shaking his head, he walked towards the kitchen. "Alright, let me see to the other guests. My good wife is out there, somewhere."

	Oh thank god!

	I could finally put on my clothes and get out of this-

	"Hey Joe!" one of the younger cops laughed, stepping up and grabbing my waist. "Mind if I get a picture with the birthday girl before she goes? To remember her by?"

	"Yeah! Me too!" another cop laughed. "To 'remember' her."

	"I'm next!"

	"I'm in!"

	I stamped my heel, trying to pull away from the younger cop while looking at Rizzo with hard eyes. "No! No way, Joe!"

	But he just turned away with a wave of his hand. "Go ahead boys. I've got her all night."

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	The crowd of cops formed a fence around me as Joe laughed and walked off, deaf to my pleas.

	"No! Wait! Joe!" One cop was already grabbing at my waist to pull me into a shot, as his buddy lined up the camera. "Please, sir! Pictures... weren't part of my...um... contract!"

	He just squeezed me harder around my waist, making me stand pressed right next to him. "Well then, Honey, just consider this a perk."

	And he pinched my stinging ass as his friend took the shot!

	"Hey!"

	The crowd of cops laughed as I jumped away, covering my tender butt, but the next cop was already lining up beside me.

	"My turn, nudie girl."

	And he placed his strong hand right on my bare ass and held it there throughout the whole picture!

	"Stop it! You can't just paw at me like that-"

	I tried to resist, tried to get away, but I was just one naked housewife in too high heels and they were young, trained men at the peak of their strength and horniness. I didn't stand a chance of breaking through that blue wall.

	I was passed from laughing one cop to another, pushed around by iron hands on my waist or a quick stinging slap on my ass, the men laughing as I yelped and whimpered and went exactly where they wanted me. Every one of them put a hand on my bare ribs or bare waist or nude butt, their fingers stroking my bare skin, making me shiver with...

	Oh god, lust?

	I couldn't be enjoying this, could I?

	I loved it when Jake ordered me to strip and spanked me- but that was my husband! I couldn't start getting turned on by these other men!

	"Smile honey, and give me a kiss," one young cop laughed as he lined up his selfie. "It will make a better shot!"

	"Please, sir-" I begged, trying to pull away.

	But his arm around me was like steel. "The longer you fight, the longer I'm just going to hold you here honey. Just give me a kiss and it will be over!"

	I blushed.

	I couldn't do this! Kiss another man?!

	But Joe was gone. I was helpless. Alone, with twenty horny young men...

	I closed my eyes and kissed his cheek.

	"No, like in those old pictures!" he laughed, not letting go. "Raise one foot while you're kissing me!"

	The crowd roared, and I knew I had to.

	I closed my eyes, forced a smile, and raised one foot behind me like some stupid pin-up while I leaned forward and kissed a strange, strong young man on his cheek.

	His stubble scratched my lips. I could smell the aftershave on his neck and the brandy on his breath. And his hands were firmly cupping my naked ass, right as the flash went off.

	After that, every cop wanted a 'kissing' picture.

	Some from the front, some from the side, some dipped me like a long lost lover, their hands on my bare ribs, my waist, my ass, as their friends took picture after picture. And then one of them surprised me, turning his head at the last second so I kissed him on the lips!

	I tried to gasp in protest, to squirm, but then I was passed to another man, forced to kiss him on the lips just as deeply.

	No! This was wrong!

	I was a married woman!

	But there was no time to think.

	I was being passed from one cop to another without a break. So many different men were touching me. I was a naked, helpless toy being passed between them. My nipples were so hard!

	And then one of them ran his thumb over my rock-hard nipple as we kissed, sending instant wetness to the burning ache between my thighs.

	And then another man did it, and another; I was getting my tits felt up by half the town's police force!

	Some men came back for a second or third picture, getting a better handle on my breasts as they pressed their crotches against mine. I could feel their hard-ons pressing against me, their throbbing urgency pulsing through dress pants, right against my pussy.

	And some of those cocks were really big...

	Oh god, I would need to get fucked hard by Jake tonight!

	The men started pulling my hand down to their crotches during the pictures.

	I had big, strange cocks pulsing against my small palm as we kissed and kissed.

	I could feel each one throbbing against my fingers.

	I squeezed.

	"Shit, she's giving me a hand job!" the cop I was kissing laughed

	"No I didn't!" I blushed as I immediately let go. "It was... an accident!"

	Soon every cop was guiding my hand down to his crotch. I was being passed even faster from cop to cop, red-faced and out of breath, with rock hard nipples and my throbbing pussy desperate between my legs, touching rock hard cock after cock through their pants-

	And then a shrill, loud woman laughed from the entrance to the room.

	The cops parted to see who it was, and that's when I saw, leaning against the archway in a little black party dress and high heels with a martini in her hand, Bethany Silver.

	She flashed me a very evil smile.

	"Well! It looks like somebody's having fun tonight!"

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	The young cops broke away, embarrassed to be caught by a smirking upper class trophy wife from their town. They put me back on my feet and left me, nude and shaking in my heels, alone with Bethany in the large room.

	I tried to change my voice as I talked, making it high pitched and different.

	"Well, um, thank you miss! I'll just um, get back in my cake then, and-"

	"Oh cut the crap Susan, we both know it's you under that stupid mask."

	I frantically looked around- thank god the hallway was empty! "Bethany! Don't use my name!"

	"And why not Susan?" she laughed, as my heart threatened to explode. "You obviously don't have any problem showing everything ELSE off to the world; why not blab your real name too?"

	I blushed even harder, covering my tits and pussy. It was so much worse, to be exposed this way- to another woman!

	"Bethany- please!" I begged her in the now empty room. "Quiet!"

	"And to think, I almost didn't come to this stupid party," she laughed, picking a mini-hot dog off a tray with a toothpick. "And when I got here late, I almost left when I saw they didn't have valet parking. But I'm SO glad I came in, because what is the first thing I saw except for known hussy-about-town Susan Duncan nude and kissing every cop whose baton she could grab! On film!"

	My face was burning. "It's not like that! I'm... I'm wearing a mask!"

	"Yes, quite the disguise," she laughed, taking a bite of her mini-hot dog. "How did you and Joe even arrange this anyway? I thought you two were mortal enemies."

	"We are!" I gasped, looking around. I had to end this conversation before someone else walked in! I felt even more naked now than I had jumping out of that cake! "He's..." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "He's blackmailing me!"

	"With what? Proof of your real weight?"

	God, that bitch! "No! With...." -I tried to think- "With that video of younger me you saw before!"

	"Ohhhh, that," Bethany chuckled. "You thought you were so smart, getting your sex tape pulled off the web before I could make a copy! Looks like someone beat stupid Susan to it."

	She kept saying my name!

	"Bethany, please! You can't tell anyone about this!"

	"Well, that tacky mask may have kept the men from recognizing you, they were all probably looking at those ridiculous tits anyway," she laughed, going for another mini hot dog. "But I could recognize that fat ass anywhere. So the real question is-" She bit into her weiner. "-what are you going to do to keep ME from blackmailing you too?"

	I shook my head, helpless. I was already naked and humiliated- what more did she want?

	"I... I don't have anything else to give!"

	"Oh Honey, you've got plenty," she laughed, turning away. "Follow me."

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	I was pulling at the back of Bethany's dress as I followed her towards the great room, as my life flashed before my eyes. She was going towards where all the guests had gathered!

	"Bethany please! Slow down! Stop!"

	"Why should I stop Susan? What could you possibly do to keep me from telling everyone about your slutty secret life, Susan?"

	"I don't know!" I begged. "I just need you to stop saying my name!"

	She laughed as we turned the corner into the thankfully empty except for serving staff kitchen, then walked into the room where Joe and Commissioner Talbot had gathered the guests to cut his huge, actual birthday cake, a hundred people milling about around them.

	I froze as the rear ranks of the crowd, men and women, turned to stare at me as I entered.

	It was like being stripped in front of them all over again!

	Bethany snapped her fingers at me like I was a dog. "Follow. Or you know what happens."

	And then she walked right into the heart of the crowd.

	I followed, my stomach tightening with every step. What the hell was she planning?!

	My legs started shaking, but I did. The crowd was so close, on all sides of me!

	"Hey Joe!" Bethany laughed, her shrill voice carrying over the din. "Don't you think our cake girl should be helping hand out the birthday cake?!"

	Rizzo looked in our direction. He saw my horrified eyes, me shaking my head frantically at him, hoping against hope-

	"Well, come on up then!" he laughed. "Come on up!"

	The crowd cheered and parted eagerly, as Bethany pulled me forward by the wrist. "Come on

	stripper," she laughed. "Let's really show you off right!"

	Shuttling between the Commissioner and his guests, handing out pieces of cake like a servant- it was so much more intimate than when I had jumped out of the cake! Instead of being up on a pedestal, now I could feel the cloth of the men's suits as we brushed by them, smell the women's perfume as we passed, feel the heat from their bodies.

	I had to look each one in the eyes and ask if they wanted chocolate or vanilla, hear their giggles as they ordered me around. These were richest housewives in the entire county, their designer dresses and pearls costing more than my car, watching me with contempt as I shuffled between them nude except for my stupid, unstable high heels. And I could hear every catty comment they made behind my back.

	"-probably a high school dropout if you ask me. Decent girls wouldn't do such a thing!"

	"-uncle probably touched her one Christmas. That's how most of these strippers are made."

	"-we'll have to watch our husbands around her. I bet she'd suck them off in the bathroom for 20 bucks and a ride home!"

	My face burned as I bit my tongue, pretending not to hear.

	No! I wanted to scream. I was a good wife! A faithful, conservative woman, probably more educated than all them!

	I wasn't just a naked stripper slut!

	Then one of the older married men slapped my ass after I had handed him cake, and the crowd laughed when I yelped out loud.

	After that more men started to do it, pinching my bare bottom and saying "Thanks, Sugar!" as my face just burned. These were bankers and lawyers- and they were treating me like a common sex slave! In public!

	And Bethany was just watching, loving every second of it as I humiliated myself in front of people we both knew!

	I saw Bethany and Joe start to have a private discussion, Joe talking but Bethany was definitely leading it. I almost threw up as I tried to think what it could be about.

	What was she saying to him?!

	After the fourth man pinched my ass, making my nipples start to harden again, I went up to them in the corner.

	"Bethany- please!" I whispered. "Can't I stop now?!"

	She laughed, speaking at a normal voice. "What was your name again stripper? I didn't catch it before."

	A third of the room must have heard her!

	She was daring me to say something, anything!

	Now I was panting too, my fight or flight kicking in. I couldn't do this! I couldn't let my secret get out!

	"Vix... Vixen!" I finally gasped. "My name's Vixen!"

	She laughed. "So appropriate. Finish serving the cake, Vixen."

	Joe laughed, looking at my face. "You better do what she says."

	I was about to cry. My blackmailer was letting the bitch I hated most in the state pull my strings!

	Bethany called after me as I left, loud enough to be heard by everyone. "And say 'Thank you!' when a nice man pinches your ass- it's a compliment!"

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	I had rock hard nipples and an extremely tender ass when I finally got done handing out all of the birthday cake. After Bethany's comment, the older men had been incorrigible, even in front of their wives. And the worst part was that I had to say 'Thank you' each time one of them did it!

	It was the worst night of my life, worse than even with Joe's dockworkers in the bar, and I was shaking when Joe finally waved me over.

	"Okay Vixen, you've earned your keep for the night," he laughed. "Go wait in my study and I'll bring around your clothes."

	I thanked him profusely, blushing as I scurried past the guests one last time, totally nude, to wait in his sports-memorbilia lined study.

	I shivered, waiting for him to return, wearing only high heels and my mask, but when the door, it wasn't Joe. It was Bethany again.

	And she was leading Commissioner Talbot behind her.

	"See, Chief?" she laughed, waving at me. "Our girl just HAD to get a picture with you before she left- she's still dressed for it!"

	The old man laughed as I blushed and covered myself again with my hands again, or tried to.

	God, I hated being naked!

	"So she is," he said, shaking his head. "Young lady, don't you ever want to get dressed?"

	"Yes sir- I do!" I yelped, hiding my pussy behind the corner of Joe's desk as they walked closer. "Bethany! What is this?"

	"I brought the birthday boy in for one last picture, just like you asked me," she laughed. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

	She was testing me again, daring me to contradict her story. But I couldn't- who knows what she might do then?

	"Go ahead and stand right there," she told the Commissioner. "And you, why don't you mince your naked butt out here? The quicker we take the picture, the quicker you can go!"

	I swallowed- she wasn't going to let me out of this!

	I tottered on my stupidly high heels around the table, Talbot chuckling as I stood next to him again, totally nude.

	"No no no," Bethany laughed from behind her phone. "Closer! Why don't you wrap one leg around our lucky boy? And Chief, feel free to get a nice handful of our stripper's butt; she doesn't seem to mind!"

	The hell I didn't!

	But I couldn't object now.

	I blushed even harder as I bent a knee, wrapping my nude leg around him like a ballroom dancer as Talbot slid a hand behind me and grabbed a firm, solid handful of my bare ass! My face was beet red as I felt his strong fingertips resting deep inside my rear cleavage- he was practically touching my asshole!

	He pulled me closer, my bare breasts mashed against his side as Bethany raised the camera.

	The camera on her phone- I realized.

	Now she'd have pictures of me too!

	She looked at her screen, lining up the shot. "Oh, you two are still too far away. Don't be shy- get right up against him." I was practically humping his leg- what more did she want?!

	"I don't think I-"

	"Oh come on, just hurry up and get a little closer, Susan!"

	My knees almost gave out.

	"BETHANY!"

	She had done it.

	She'd killed me!

	"Susan?" Commissioner Talbot took a half step away, looking my nude body up and down, his eyes getting wider in recognition as he looked at my long brown hair, my tits and figure again, as if for the first time. "Susan... Duncan?"

	Bethany giggled, using both hands to cover her mouth. "Oooops!"

	I would have fallen over if I hadn't been leaning on Commissioner Talbot!

	It was out!

	This was the end!

	"Bethany!"

	Bethany laughed innocently, as my heart threatened to give out. "Silly me! But you can keep a secret, right Commissioner?"

	He had stepped back another half step, out of my grip now, still looking me up and down. "I sure... can. But I never expected... Susan Duncan! Your husband and I play poker together once a month!"

	I grabbed his suit jacket, tears starting in my eyes. "Please sir! Don't tell... Jake! This was just a silly... joke!"

	Bethany was smiling at us. "Yes, it was just a little lark between Joe, Susan and I. Oh Susan, go ahead and take off your mask. It's just us and the commissioner now."

	I wanted to run- to hide- but where could I go?

	And what good would that do?!

	My fingers were shaking as I pulled the masquerade mask up to my forehead, showing my face.

	"Hello... Chief."

	I was blushing from head to toe!

	Now, with the mask resting on my forehead, I really was nude before him!

	I blushed even harder, covering my tits with my arms, turning my hips a little to the side to cover my shaved pussy.

	Talbot was shaking his head, halfway between a laugh and a frown. "Susan Duncan... my Lord and Stars I never expected you to... well, you folks certainly went all out didn't you?"

	Bethany laughed. "It was Joe's idea at first. He wanted to give you a special send off for your 65th. I put the call out at the country club for ladies who might help spice things up and Susan jumped at the chance!" Bethany put an arm around my shoulders as if we were fast friends. "Didn't you Susan?"

	I was dying, my face fully red as Commissioner Talbot looked my naked body up and down again!

	I wanted to die!

	But I was going to kill Bethany first!

	"Yes," I gulped. "That's what happened."

	"I set up the cake, but I never expected her to come out fully nude!" Bethany laughed. "I thought maybe a bikini, or some tassels on her tits, but she went the full monty! Isn't she such a good sport?!"

	The chief chuckled, still looking my exposed, naked body over. "She, ah, certainly is." He raised an eyebrow at me. "But maybe just a bikini would be more appropriate next time, Susan? This was a mixed crowd, after all."

	Oh god, I was so humiliated!

	How could I see him again after this!?

	"Yes sir! I'm sorry sir!"

	Bethany laughed, raising her phone again. "Okay- one quick picture and we can all head back to the party!"

	Both the Commissioner and I held up our hands. "No, that's not necessary, young lady-"

	"It's for Susan's sake!" Bethany laughed. "She's never done something this wild," she said, mocking me with her eyes, "so she wants to remember it forever! Right Sus?"

	I swallowed. Oh god!

	She turned to the man. "And no one can use it against you, Chief. It's your retirement party!"

	"Well, I guess that's true," the old man laughed. "What are they going to do- fire me?" He shook his head and laughed as he got close for the picture. "Joe Rizzo, that old dog! And Susan Duncan- I never in a million years expected you two to- hah! That was quite a show out there!"

	I was shivering as he put his arm on my nude waist again, right above my ass, as Bethany lined up the shot.

	The Commissioner leaned in, speaking into my ear. "And sorry for before, Susan. If I had known it was you under that mask, I wouldn't have..."

	What?

	Grabbed my ass?

	Mashed your face into my tits?

	Spanked me so hard?

	"Smile Susan!" Bethany commanded. "You'll remember this forever!"

	Click!

	I started to move away but she giggled. "Oh Susan, how about one with your foot up? And give him a little kiss? We know you love kissing cops."

	Oh god!

	Some of Talbot's men were sure to show him the pictures they had taken before, their hands on my ass, my fingers on their cock, giving me deep, mouth-to-mouth kisses while other cops cheered us on!

	What would Talbot think of me then???

	Heart pounding, insides tumbling, I raised my foot like a good girl and gave the police commissioner a kiss on the cheek, while my new blackmailer laughed and took another picture.

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	Right after Commissioner Talbot left, Joe entered the room, as I was considering throwing myself out his picture window.

	Now the Chief knew!

	This was hopeless!

	Joe was bad enough, but with Bethany blackmailing me too-

	But it was only a first story picture window, not the most effective way to kill myself.

	"Talbot knows, by the way," Bethany told Joe, as he closed the door. "About Susan's real identity. The little slut just couldn't keep her mask on around him."

	I started to scream. "That's not what happ-"

	"One more WORD and that old man won't be the last person at this party I tell, Susan."

	I froze.

	No!

	But Joe stiffened as well. "No one can know I'm involved in this," he growled. "She's my political opponent- that mask has to stay ON."

	"Oh the Chief can keep a secret," Bethany laughed, reviewing the pictures on her phone. "He appreciated the bi-partisan effort you two went to for his party."

	Joe balled his fists. "This wasn't our deal, Bethany!"

	She laughed. "What are you going to do, Joe? Go to the police?"

	He balled his fists again, then backed down.

	She was right, he had nothing on her.

	Bethany had outmaneuvered us all!

	My heart was still pounding, trying to understand what this all meant.

	"Please, Bethany, you can't keep telling people in town - you'll ruin my life!"

	Joe stepped forward too. "And I need her mask to stay ON. At least until after the election!"

	"Oh Joe Joe Joe," Bethany laughed, coming over to me in her shimmering, expensive party dress. "You can do whatever you want with our girl at your evening political events. But during the day, she's mine. That was our deal."

	What?! NO!

	I couldn't!

	She patted my cheek, even though she had to look up to do it. "Noon tomorrow. Country club showers. Just as naked as you are now. I'm going to show those old biddies what a dirty horny slut you really are."

	I nearly started bawling, imagining how Bethany would humiliate me with her new leverage.

	In public.

	"Bethany! You can't! You can't!"

	She laughed, drinking in my fear. "See Joe? What did I tell you?" She pulled the masquerade mask off my head, yanking a few of my hairs out with it. "If you want to humiliate someone properly, you have to take off their mask."

- Chapter 6 -