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Debbi spaced out

Authors note : This thread was started by writer ewong. I never quite got my head around the premise...Debbi was spaced out and disoriented in some way and in the clutches of Carol and a mad neighbor. I never worked out if the cause of her susceptibilty was magic, drugs, a fever or what but went along with it and added a few chapters of my own anyway which have some fun moments, while being as far on the limits of plausibility as I like to stretch the stories.

Continuing ewong's synopsis for this thread....

As they arrived at Carol's car she said "Wait in the car and I'll take Jeff's jacket back to him." "But I'll be naked " protested Debbi. "Nobody will notice, it's all fine" Carol reassured her. Debbi sat miserably with one arm shielding her breasts and the other hand clamped firmly over her pussy, which to her shame was still demanding attention since she had not been able to finish off satisfactorily in the conference room before she was caught out. Fortunately for her, it was still the middle of the working afternoon and she escaped unnoticed until Carol returned.

The drive was accompanied by a few car horns blaring and curious glances at traffic lights when they were stopped. But onlookers could only really see the hint of nudity rather than any essential details. "I can't walk inside naked" Debbi objected as they pulled up at her apartment block. "Well, there is my old dog blanket on the back seat" Carol chuckled. Draped in the unsavoury and evil smelling canine accessory, Debbi rushed up the stairs to the first floor. Her middle aged neighbour Edna, who was in on the scheme and had been tipped off by Carol, was waiting by the door.

"What's happened to you Debbi ?" asked Edna, smiling at the comical sight. "I had an accident" Debbi explained meekly. "Well, I just wanted to say that I think it was such an admirable thing you did for the homeless charity and to give you back the keys they left." "Sorry ?" queried the spaced out and confused Debbi. "Donating all your clothes to the homeless shelter, they said you had given them spare keys so they could come and collect them." "Did I ?" Debbi was hopelessly disoriented by the way this strange day had evolved. "Don't you remember ? You told me all about it and I thought it was such a great thing to do" confirmed Carol. Debbi was completely befuddled.

"Let's get you inside and find something for you to wear" Carol said helpfully. "I don't think you'll find much, they took just about everything" Edna commented, following the others inside. Debbi rushed around looking in her wardrobe and drawers but they were all empty. Whether she had arranged this or not, there was no disputing what had happened. She sat down forlornly on the floor in a daze. "You're in a bit of a pickle aren't you Deb" observed Carol. "Look, I'll take you home with me and you can borrow some things to wear until we get you sorted out properly. Let's get this stinky blanket off you. Have you got a towel or something we can use Edna ?" The two women grinned at each other as the subservient Debbi complied, oblivious of her naked state in front of them both.

Edna returned with a skimpy towel that seemed more a hand towel than anything substantial and Debbi wrapped this around herself as best she could. "I'll bring it back" Debbi murmured. "Oh I know you will young lady or I'll have to spank that naughty little bottom of yours" Edna laughed ominously !

Carol took her own sweet time walking to the car and opening the doors while Debbi huddled on the pavement, clad in only the undersized towel Edna had lent her and struggling to retain some modesty as the persistent breeze nipped at the edges of the towel. She lowered her head and tried not to see where the whistles and catcalls were coming from. It was equally hazardous making her way from the car and into the house when they arrived at Carol's.

Carol's husband Derek, who had been told what to expect, exhibited mock surprise and genuine delight at Debbi's appearance. "What happened to you Deb ?" he cried. "Now don't tease the poor girl, she's had a very traumatic day." Carol explained the situation, even though Derek already knew, putting her own particular spin on the real events and thus reinforcing Debbi's confusion. "It's too late to go out shopping for clothes. Wait here with Derek while I see if there's anything of Charlotte's we can lend you." Charlotte was Carol's teenage daughter. Carol had been debating with herself whether to dress Debbi childishly or sexily but she had decided to stick with her original plan, which was to give Debbi's wardrobe a revealing and sexy makeover. Charlotte had some interesting clubbing outfits and was slightly smaller than Debbi, which would make anything chosen nice and tight on her !

"Sit on the sofa Deb, I'll get you a cup of tea" said Derek. Debbi was ashamed that all the disasters of the day were still combining to make her feel exceptionally horny and she still had not managed to get any relief. When Derek returned, she was sitting apprehensively with her feet together up on the sofa and her knees clutched to her chest. Debbi thought this was the best way to ensure the towel remained firmly covering her breasts but she did not realise that this pose was providing a clear view of her pussy at the base of a long expanse of bare thigh ! Derek had to shift in his seat to conceal the reaction this was causing. Carol grinned broadly as she returned and took in the scene. "Come upstairs with me Deb, I've picked out an outfit that should do just fine !"

Carol took Debbi into her bedroom where she had laid out the clothes she had selected from Charlotte's wardrobe. "Drop the towel on the bed Deb, we must not forget to return that to Edna" Carol said. She had already bought more lingerie for her campaign to sex up Debbi's working attire and she handed her naked boss a cup-less bra, which simply supported her breasts but left her perky nipples exposed. To accompany this was a see through red thong. The still dazed and subservient Debbi put them on and was next handed a tight midriff baring top with the legend 'sixteen and sexy' on the front. To complete the outfit, Carol had chosen gold satin hot pants. Debbi pulled these up her fully exposed legs and felt her bum cheeks peeking out at the back. The too tight pants also cut into her already over stimulated pussy.

"That style really suits you Deb" Carol lied. "Makes you look ten years younger" she continued, more truthfully. "I think you should stay with us for the rest of the week" Carol decided for Debbi. "That apartment of yours will feel lonely and vulnerable after all you've been through today." Debbi remained confused and compliant. "Thanks Carol, you are kind. If it's not too much trouble ?" "No trouble at all" asserted Carol. "I'll lend you outfits for work and we can fit in shopping for some new clothes of your own at some point. In the meantime, you can rustle up some tea for me and Derek, make yourself useful !"

Derek gave a low whistle as the youthful looking and provocatively attired Debbi returned downstairs and set about preparing pizza and salad. Carol winked at him. "Better make something for Charlotte too, she'll be home from college soon" she called into the kitchen. Charlotte was also in on the act and after they had eaten she asked her mother "Can I go out to the youth club tonight mum ?" Charlotte was wearing tight skinny jeans and a low cut black t-shirt. "OK and take Debbi with you, she needs to unwind" Carol answered. "Debbi, you're in charge and responsible, there's a strict ten thirty curfew for being home. It's work and college for you two girls tomorrow remember" Carol ordered. "Yes mum, er I mean Carol" Debbi stammered, feeling distinctly under dressed in the hot pants as Charlotte took her hand and led her out the door !

Debbi could not shake off this spaced out feeling that had overcome her throughout this strange day. Buried deep inside, she knew she was a successful and sophisticated 26 year old but for now she seemed at the mercy of other controlling influences. It was almost as if she were mesmerised. And now here she was in a grotty neighbourhood youth club, sandwiched between two spotty teenage boys who each had a hand on her bare thighs and were taking it in turns to snog her ! She completely lost track of time and Charlotte was enjoying herself too much to remind her. Hence they they returned home to Carol half an hour late for the curfew that had been imposed.

Debbi's older assistant feigned mock outrage. "This is not good enough young lady. I put you in charge for this evening and you have set a deplorable example for my daughter. What have you got to say for yourself ?" Debbi hung her head silently, she could not deny the facts. "Now I have to make it clear to Charlotte that there are consequences for such behaviour." Carol ordered Debbi over her lap, much to the approval of Derek and Charlotte who remained in the room. The gold satin hot pants rode up over Debbi's bum cheeks of their own accord but Carol tugged them higher still to create a full on wedgie effect as she belaboured Debbi's ass !

Carol's chastened boss was finally allowed to rise, fighting back tears. "We still have work in the morning remember" said Carol, as she packed Debbi off to bed in the guest room. Debbi was glad to finally be alone. The glow in her bottom was not too unpleasant and she frigged herself off furiously, able at last to release all the pent up sexual energy of the day. She was still sleeping when Carol roused her in the morning. "Rise and shine young lady. After your shower, we've got to pick out something for you to wear to work today !"

While Debbi was showering, Carol was preparing the outfit she had selected for her to wear at work today. She was now in charge of Debbi's underwear and this now consisted exclusively of a range of equally sexy bras and knickers. Apart from that, she had thought that it would be fun today to dress Debbi in one of Charlotte's old school uniforms. The white blouse had become sheer owing to the number of washes it had undergone. Carol knew that the grey pleated skirt would be too short for Debbi anyway but to create maximum embarrassment, she had taken the precaution of shortening it further last night ! It had been a evening of needlework for Carol while Debbi was at the youth club with Charlotte. Carol intended taking Debbi swimming later after work and she had meticulously removed the lining from an old white one piece swimsuit of her daughter's.

Debbi was still spaced out and feeling far from normal. It did not seem necessary to ask Carol for the loan of any makeup supplies and so it was a fresh faced young woman who dutifully squeezed into the clothes her assistant had laid out for her. She had slight misgivings nevertheless. "I am so grateful for all your help Carol, really I am. But is this skirt a bit short ?" she wondered. "That's how teenagers are wearing them these days Deb and you've got the legs for it" Carol reassured her. She was delighted to see that because she was so used to either jeans or business clothes, Debbi had no idea how to move in a lady like fashion in such a skirt. Her knickers were on full display as she clambered into the passenger seat for the drive to work. Could be a fun day at the office, Carol thought !
It was a strange morning at work again for Debbi. She felt like a split personality. She was able to function reasonably well in her job but she still felt confused and disoriented as she had yesterday and was prepared to go along submissively with Carol's suggestions. She also still felt incredibly horny ! Carol was gratified with the success of her plan and how Debbi now seemed to disregard the fact that she was wearing Charlotte's old school uniform. More than once, Carol and others caught Debbi bending from the waist to pick something up or open a drawer, allowing the shortened flared skirt to billow up and display her ass, inadequately covered as that was by the thong Carol had selected.

In the board room, it seemed like it was the normal Debbi giving a professional presentation but much of what she was saying was lost on the other managers who stared at her prominent nipples protruding through the virtually transparent blouse. "Plan's going well Carol" Jeff congratulated her. "How are the arrangements for tomorrow's ceremony ?" Carol asked Jeff. She was assured that these were all well in hand. Unknown to Debbi, she was to be given an award from the homeless charity for the generous donation of all her clothes. Carol and Jeff intended that there would also be a further such donation !

Lunchtime came and Debbi wanted to go shopping for clothes but Carol said they would do that after work. "You'd get more benefit now from some exercise to help recover after all you've been through" Carol continued disingenuously. "I thought we'd go to the pool." "I don't have a costume" Debbi replied. "That's no problem, I've got an old one of Charlotte's here" answered Carol, holding up the specially prepared suit !

"We only need one locker Deb, I'll store your things with mine" said Carol as the women began to get changed at the local baths. "Here's your costume" she continued, handing Debbi the white one piece suit from which she had removed the lining. Debbi pulled Charlotte's old swimsuit up over her torso. It was a tight fit and cut into her crotch and ass crack but in her current state of seemingly perpetual horniness, it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. For her part, Carol was more than pleased with the outcome. The suit looked obscene enough already and would be really something when wet !

Initially, the two women made little impact as they entered the pool. The lunchtime session was not busy and those who were in the pool seemed to be single minded enthusiasts, only intent on putting in their allotted number of lengths. Carol was not disappointed with this however. She looked around to the small refreshment area set aside at one corner of the pool and saw the fully dressed group that she had alerted to come down. It comprised Debbi's neighbour Edna and three elderly gents from the apartment block. Satisfied with this, Carol encouraged Debbi to join those swimming lengths, "the exercise'll be good for you."

Leaving the pool herself, Carol quickly went over to Edna and whispered something. She then returned to the pool side and bent down to address Debbi. "I've just got to get some cash from the changing rooms so we can buy a coffee. Edna's here in the little cafe, you can go and sit with her." "But I haven't got a towel" Debbi began but Carol was already walking off and pretending to turn a deaf ear. Still caught up in this strange mood where she felt receptive to each and any suggestion, Debbi climbed from the pool and began to approach the group in the cafe.

Edna appraised Debbi with a grin. Dripping wet as she was and wearing the unlined white suit, Debbi might as well have been stark naked. A fact that wasn't lost on the three lecherous pensioners Edna had invited along ! "Debbi, fancy seeing you here" Edna announced. "Carol said we'd have coffee but I'm dripping everywhere" Debbi replied, stating the obvious. "Where's the towel I lent you yesterday ?" demanded Edna. "Still at Carol's. I didn't know we were going swimming. I haven't lost it" said Debbi desperately. "I should hope for your sake you haven't young lady" answered Edna menacingly. "That's a lovely swimsuit Debbi" interrupted one of the old lechers. "Really suits you" said another. "Oh, thank you" Debbi responded shyly. She was aware the suit was a little revealing but had no idea just how much ! "It's not mine, Carol lent it to me." "Well you can't sit down until you dry off a bit. You'll have to stand here while we wait for Carol" instructed Edna. Which was fine with the three old boys who were feasting their eyes on Debbi !

As Debbi stood there dripping in her undersized transparent one piece, she was surprised to see Carol rush back fully dressed. "I got a text from Jeff and have to hurry back to the office. He said it's fine for you to have the afternoon off as you're still recovering. Edna will look after you, I'll come and pick you up later to go shopping for clothes !" Debbi was still flustered and confused. "Oh, er, OK." Carol was already departing. "But my clothes ? A towel ?" Debbi suddenly realised. " I don't have the locker key !" But Carol had already gone. "I'm sure Carol has your clothes safe dear, she was just anxious to get back to work. No need to worry, it's a warm day and you're fine as you are" Edna reassured her. "Go and have another swim and then we'll all go back to my place."

Debbi was still trapped in this mode of meek acceptance of any suggestion and so she traipsed back to the pool, the eyes of the three male pensioners clapped firmly on her undulating ass ! "A sight for sore eyes Tom" said one of them. "You can all spend the afternoon with us George, it'll teach the saucy minx a lesson for having been a prick tease to you all these last few months" laughed Edna. Debbi emerged from her second swim once more totally revealed in all her glory. Her puckered brown nipples were clearly visible, though the material of the tight suit squished her breasts to some extent. They could all see the slit of her mound and the fact that she was clean shaven down there. "Let's get you back home, we can all have coffee there" said Edna, leading Debbi by the hand past a few more curious onlookers.

"Where's your car ?" Debbi asked as they came out into the car park. "We came by bus, the boys all have their free pass" Edna explained. "Don't worry, I can pay your fare. You can pay me back some time." Debbi did not like this turn of events much but she was swept along by the others to the bus stop. They were the only ones waiting at this stop and Debbi tried shrinking to the back of the group out of sight but her presence was still acknowledged by a few honking car horns. She was further downcast to find that the bus when it arrived was more or less full.

The driver looked at Debbi quizzically as Edna paid the fare but he did not make any comment. "Looks like you'll have to stand Deb" Edna pronounced loudly as she took the last available seat. "Don't drip on anyone !" Debbi had no choice but to hang onto the hanging strap as the bus pulled off. Arm outstretched above her head and struggling to keep her balance, Debbi had no means of covering and was completely exposed to the somewhat incredulous stares of the other passengers, who comprised a motley cross section of age, race and sexes. Edna sensed that they wanted some explanation. "We've been swimming" she announced superfluously.

Debbi was relieved to reach the end of the ten minute ride and to be outside her own familiar apartment block, though it was her neighbour's apartment she would be entering and not her own. "Let's get inside, you can make us coffee Deb" said Edna.

Edna led the way up to the second floor apartment. The three pensioners, being the gentleman that they were, motioned for Debbi to go ahead of them, though it must be admitted that there was the possibility that their motivation for doing so was to study her ass as she ascended the stairs ! Debbi gazed wistfully at the door to her own apartment. "Can't I wait in here Edna ? You have my spare key." "Don't be anti-social" Edna replied. "In any case, there are no things in there for you and I promised Carol that I'd look after you." Debbi's brief attempt to show some independence was at an end and she followed into her neighbour's apartment.

Edna guided Debbi towards the kitchen. "Do all you guys want coffee ?" she called to the old fellas who were seating themselves in the lounge. "I'd rather have a beer" joked Tom. "I've got a can of lager here" Edna replied, surreptitiously giving the can a vigorous shake before handing it to Debbi. "Here, pour this out for Tom" she said, indicating some glasses on the side. Debbi pulled the clip off the can, only to be immediately soaked by spray from the foaming tin. The front of her swimsuit was covered.

"What have you done you silly girl ?" Edna admonished, as Debbi made futile efforts to clean the mess. "We can't have you walking around for the rest of the day smelling like a brewery. Take the suit off and I'll pop it in the wash !" Anxiously ducking out of view of the door, the compliant Debbi peeled off the sodden garment and handed it over to Edna. "Have you got a towel I can wear ?" asked Debbi as Edna set the washing machine on a long cycle and threw in the swimsuit. "No, you already took the spare one" was Edna's rather ridiculous answer, which nevertheless somehow seemed to make sense to Debbi in her befuddled state.

Edna produced a tray with Tom's beer and coffee for the others. "Go and take these through" she said to Debbi. "But I haven't got any clothes on !" Edna strode to the kitchen door and addressed her other guests. "Debbi's had a little accident. You don't have any objections to her not having any clothes to wear do you boys ?" George answered for the three of them. "No problem at all, we're all very broad minded !" "There, what did I tell you ? " confirmed Edna, shoving the laden tray into Debbi's hands. "Off you go and take these through" she repeated, giving Debbi a smack on the bum with the flat of her palm to help her on her way !

Debbi set the tray of drinks down on the coffee table, embarrassed to be naked in front of Edna and the three elderly gentlemen. They did not seem to mind in the least, however, and were all wearing big smiles !

"Delightful"

"It really brightens up the block to have such a beautiful young woman living here"

"Though I didn't expect to ever see her in her birthday suit"

"But she's as perky as anyone could ever imagine" were the remarks that greeted her. Debbi blushed but it was nice to be appreciated. She had previously thought of the old gits as being pervs when they were obviously trying to undress her with their eyes whenever she passed them on the stairs. But now that she was actually undressed before them and in the odd frame of mind that had prevailed since yesterday, she had a warm tingly feeling, seeing how appreciative of her they were.

"Give us a twirl" George requested and Debbi complied, not thinking of the slight complex she always had about how her bum looked. "Delightful" they repeated. Debbi was now stood somewhat awkwardly since there was no spare seat. "Come and sit on my lap, we can't have you standing up all afternoon" suggested Tom. Debbi was initially reluctant but they insisted and it suddenly seemed the sensible solution. As she sat, Tom slyly slipped his knee between Debbi's legs so that she ended up perched on just one of his thighs with her own legs open and unable to close.

"Looks like she's enjoying herself Tom" said Edna, pointing at Debbi's pussy where her clit was beginning to peep out. There were other tell tale signs manifested by her erect nipples and it wasn't cold in the room ! Tom followed Edna's gaze and looked down. He took hold of Debbi's clit between his thumb and forefinger and tugged gently. "What's this naughty girl ?" he asked. "Oooo" said Debbi. Tom began to manipulate it from side to side. "Oooh" said Debbi. Tom gripped her mound and began to probe with his fingers. Debbi leaned her head back and began to thrust down upon Tom's hand. She began to lose herself in the warm glow of the soothing and appreciative comments from her audience. "We promised Carol we'd take good care of you this afternoon !"

"She's become so public spirited, it warms the heart and restores your faith in the younger generation" stated Edna. "Giving away all her clothes to the homeless and now volunteering to bring a little joy into the lives of you old guys once a week, by coming round and letting you have fun with her naked body !" Debbi didn't remember volunteering for any such thing but Edna seemed quite certain about it and with her currently foggy mindset, it made some kind of sense to her. She liked to help the community and the three old pensioners seemed very happy with the arrangement and appreciative of her efforts. She had perhaps been doing them a disservice by thinking of them as a bunch of old pervs ?

"Let's get you more comfortable, clear those things off the coffee table" said Tom. " That's it, lie down on your back there and spread your legs." The compliant Debbi did so. "What a pretty pussy" George complimented Debbi. "Thank you" she replied reflexively, part of her screaming that she should be mortified by this experience but the other part surrendering to the moment as Tom proved that, however dysfunctional other vital parts of his anatomy had become with age, he still knew how to use his fingers expertly to bring a young woman to the edge ! Debbi continued to respond to the pleasurable sensations coursing through her. "Do you two want to suck on her nipples ?" Edna suggested and George and Brian needed no second invitation, proving to be surprisingly nimble as they got down on their knees and bent over her chest ! Debbi reacted even more positively, starting to moan and buck and not really knowing where she was or what she was doing. "Let's lift her legs up over her head, get a look at her asshole. We're all friends now, she shouldn't have any secrets from us" Tom decided. There was no resistance from Debbi. "Sweet" proclaimed George as they all inspected Debbi's bits from this new angle.

It was at this point that Carol arrived to collect Debbi. Her assistant expressed no surprise at the sight which greeted her. "Good to see you're all getting to know each other" said Carol. "Debbi's offered to come every week for the benefit of the boys" Edna informed her. "It helps keep them young !" "I'm sure it does" agreed Carol. "It's great to see this new caring side of you Deb" she smirked. "Maybe you should use that fancy new smartphone your nephew got for you, to go online and order some of those blue pills Tom ?" suggested Edna. Tom thought that might not be a bad idea at all ! Carol laughed. "Sorry to break things up but we have things to do. Where's her swimsuit ?" "It's in the wash, she spilled beer all over it" Edna replied. "She never could hold her drink" Carol confirmed. "No time to put it in the dryer, she'll have to put it on wet" she decided !

"Don't you have my other clothes ?" Debbi asked Carol forlornly, referring to the school uniform she had worn to the office earlier in the day and faced with the prospect of trying to get into the soaking wet swimsuit fresh from the washing machine. "I think they're in the car boot" Carol answered vaguely. "You're fine in the suit" she assured Debbi, emphasising that they were in a hurry. Debbi was still incredibly horny, Carol having arrived before she had been able to get full relief at the hands of Tom and the other pensioners. They enjoyed their last glimpse of her for today as Debbi struggled into the tight wet material of the white one piece, eventually succeeding in pulling it up over her hips and getting her arms through the shoulder straps. Carol marvelled at how the material managed not to split, given that it was without any lining and utterly transparent, a fact of which Debbi sill seemed oblivious !

At Carol's instigation, Debbi thanked her hosts for taking care of her during the afternoon and they headed down the stairs from her next door apartment and into Carol's waiting car. "I've got to drop by the office first before we go shopping for clothes for you" Carol announced. "Can I change into my other clothes first ?" Debbi tried again. "It'll take too long" Carol answered authoritatively. "I'll bring them into the store changing room later and you can wear them home." Debbi had to be satisfied with that.

"Do I have to come up to the office ?" she whined, as they pulled into the company car park. "Not if you don't want to" Carol conceded. "But you can't wait inside the stuffy old car, you need some fresh air !" Carol strode into the building as Debbi stood shyly by the car in her meagre covering. It wasn't cold but was that a raindrop she felt on her arm ? And another ? And a loud clap of thunder ? Within thirty seconds, the stray raindrops had transformed into a total downpour ! The swimsuit had begun to dry out a little in the car but was now once more soaked through and totally see through. Debbi frantically tried the car door but Carol had locked it. Reluctantly, her only recourse was to run for the company reception area !

Debbi burst into the company reception area, having scampered over the tarmac on the car park in her bare feet as best she could. The cloudburst had still succeeded in soaking her to the skin however ! Nikki the receptionist glanced over at her, as if it was perfectly natural to see her standing there in the skimpy and once more transparent swimsuit. Carol had gradually been letting everyone in the company in on her scheme and had urged them not to show any surprise at what Debbi might, or more to the point might not, be wearing.

"Oh hi Debbi" Nikki acknowledged her. "Been swimming ?" she asked. "Yes" Debbi answered blankly. "Like your swimsuit" Nikki tried to keep a straight face. "Thank you, Carol got it for me" said Debbi. "Well she's got great taste" Nikki responded, with just the faint trace of a giggle in her voice. "Do a twirl." Debbi mindlessly complied. "Very nice. Is it raining" Nikki asked innocently. Debbi confirmed that it was. "Better wait here then, Carol said she wouldn't be long" Nikki advised.

Debbi glanced at the digital clock above the reception desk which read 16:59. It clicked over to 17:00. The lobby soon began to fill with departing employees and further cries of "Oh hi Deb, been swimming ?" Carol would have been proud of the acting ability on display and how everyone managed to suppress laughter until they were outside in the car park, where there was an explosion of comments !

"Did you see that suit ?"

"I could certainly see that she shaves !"

"Don't we all these days darling ?" The banter continued.

Five minutes later, Carol returned with Jeff. "You decided to wait inside ?" Carol asked rhetorically. "It's raining" Debbi explained. "Oh well, it's not too far to walk from the car park to the shops, we need to get you some new gear." "That's right, we want you looking smart for the big presentation tomorrow" Jeff agreed. "Presentation ?" queried Debbi. "No more than you deserve" Jeff patted her on her bare back !

Debbi didn't have time to dwell on what Jeff had been talking about when he mentioned a presentation tomorrow, even if she had no idea what it was for. Carol was hurrying her back outside through the rain and into the car. "Goodness, this rain's torrential" Carol stated the obvious. "But it's not too far to walk through the town from the car park to the shops and I've got an umbrella" she continued.

Unfortunately, the nearest car park was full and they could only find a space in the overflow, which added a further quarter of a mile to their walk. Carol explained that because of their discrepancy in height, it wasn't possible for both of them to shelter under the umbrella but since Debbi was 'dressed' for the wet in her swimsuit, it didn't matter ! In fact, they were the same height but Carol was wearing heels and Debbi was barefoot and past arguing with the logic of any of this. To say she was soaked to the skin would be superfluous, since the skimpy and transparent nature of the swimsuit meant that she may just as well have been naked anyway !

While they were out in the deluge Debbi attracted less attention, because everyone was too intent on hurrying heads down for the nearest shelter. But once they reached the indoor mall, the strange spectacle she presented became only too apparent. Disapproving mothers steered their children away, while men were much more open with their admiring gaze and gangs of teens laughed and jeered. Carol pretended not to notice any of this and made for the upmarket clothing store where the staff had been primed to be a part of Carol's reprogramming team. Debbi was relieved to be inside these premises but still very self conscious about her predicament. The two sales staff maintained straight faces as if there was nothing out of the ordinary but the few other customers in the store looked askance at Debbi.

"Oh, look at how wet you are" said Carol, as if noticing for the first time. "You can't try on clothes like that, you'll spoil them. Go in the cubicle and take that suit off. You'll soon dry while I'm selecting some outfits for you." Debbi was dubious but the sales girl Carol approached said that would be perfectly OK. So Debbi obediently entered the small space which was little more than a cupboard containing a low stool, a couple of hooks on the wall and a full length mirror. This was shielded from outside view by only a calf length curtain on a sliding rail. Debbi was horrified to look in the full length mirror and to finally see for the first time how revealing and transparent the swimsuit had become. Her mind replayed all the places she had been while wearing it and all the people who had seen her !

She was shaken from this revelry as an impatient Carol yanked back the curtain. "Come along, get the suit off, you'll dry much quicker that way." Debbi complied and peeled off the useless garment, her only cover from anyone looking on being provided by Carol's body. Carol grabbed the sodden suit and stuffed it in her bag. "Wait there and I'll be back with some things for you to try once you're dry" she said as she moved away. Debbi hastily grabbed the curtain and pulled it closed again, now naked in the shop and with no other clothes inside the changing cubicle with her !

Apart from her hair, Debbi had dried off quickly from the rain and was now getting a little chilly as she huddled in the nude in the cramped changing cubicle. She hoped Carol would not be too much longer before bringing some outfits to try. Did she dare poke her head around the curtain to see what Carol was doing ? She decided against it and was just about to sit on the low stool provided when she heard "You in there. You going to be much longer ?"

It was one of the two sales assistants. "Er, I don't know. I'm waiting for my friend to come back with some things to try" Debbi stammered nervously. Without warning, the curtain was pulled right back, revealing Debbi to anyone who might be glancing in the direction of the cubicle. The sales girl expressed no surprise that Debbi was naked. "Well, you can't hog the changing room all the time. I've got a business to run and there are other customers waiting to use it." A middle aged woman and her daughter, with big grins on their faces, looked over at Debbi.

"But I haven't got any clothes" Debbi protested. "That's not my problem is it ? Where's that swimsuit you had on when you came in ?" the girl asked. "My friend took it, it was all wet" Debbi answered pitifully, as the sales girl took her wrist and began pulling her onto the shop floor and into clear view. "Where's my friend ?" Debbi cried. "I don't know" the girl replied unhelpfully. "She said she had a text saying she'd left her car lights on and she'd have to go back to switch them off." Carol was, in fact, contentedly enjoying a leisurely coffee in the bar next door !

"Is there somewhere in the back I can wait ?" Debbi asked desperately, as she began to attract more attention from the half dozen or so other customers in the shop, including a couple of husbands or boyfriends. "That's strictly staff only, all our stock's back there and you could be a shoplifter" was the reply from the other salesgirl who had joined them. "But where would I hide anything ? " Debbi wailed, holding her arms wide, to laughter from those looking on. "That's as maybe. Rules are rules. You'll have to wait out here, though we close in half an hour and you'll have to leave then !"

The women who were with their menfolk had been disgusted to see Debbi but on hearing this they began to laugh more. "Hope your friend turns up in time love, or it'll be a long walk home !" one said. Debbi began to feel spotlit under the fluorescent lighting in the store and she was uncomfortably aware that those passing by in the mall outside would be able to see her clearly if she caught their eye. Initially her luck held but then one of a gang of adolescent girls caught sight of her as she was window shopping and immediately began beckoning frantically to her companions !

Before she knew what was happening, Debbi was engulfed by a crowd of boisterous young girls, laughing and screaming and taking photographs.

"I'm so gonna post this !"

"They'll take it down."

"Yeah, but not straight away, loads of people will see it !"

"What's the story then nudie girl ?"

"Yeah, what gives ?"

The shop girls had not been prepared for this level of disturbance and their other customers were looking on askance. "Oi you lot. Out !" yelled one of them. It took a minute or two but then the gang was gone as quickly as they had come, dancing down the road and comparing the photos they had on their phones. "I'd chuck her out as well if I were you. She's the cause of all the trouble" said the woman with her daughter who had been waiting to use the changing room. "You know, you're right" the sales girl agreed. "You're obviously not going to buy anything" she said, turning to Debbi and ushering her towards the entrance. "So I'd like you to leave, you're upsetting the customers !"

Debbi finally began to put up resistance. "But I'm naked ! My friend's coming back." "So you say, there's no evidence of that." And before she knew it, Debbi was outside in the mall, stark naked and attracting bemused stares ! "What are you doing out here Deb ? Did you get bored waiting ?" Unknown to Debbi, the shop girls had texted Carol with their intention just before they began shoving her out into the mall. "Oh Carol, am I pleased to see you. They threw me out. I haven't got any clothes. There were horrible girls." The words tumbled out. "There, there. It's alright now. Let's go back inside and check the outfits I picked out for you" Carol comforted Debbi and guided her back into the store.

The sales girls retrieved a selection of clothes that Carol had procured from behind the counter. "Why didn't you tell me they were there ? Why couldn't I wear them ?" Debbi wailed. "They're not paid for yet and it was pretty obvious that you hadn't got any money on you !" the girl laughed. "And now it's time we closed, so are you taking these ?" the other one asked Carol. "Yep, we'll take them. Bag them up for me" Carol replied. "Can't I wear something ?" Debbi pleaded. "The poor girls have got to close the shop, it'll take too long. Pop behind the clothes rack and put this on" Carol answered, handing over the still damp swimsuit !

Debbi spent a quiet and subdued evening once she got home to Carol's, refusing an offer from Charlotte to return to the youth club. The walk back from the mall to the car park in the rain, clad once again only in the transparent white swimsuit, was traumatic. The crowd were thinning at the end of the shopping day but there was still plenty of interested attention on Debbi from various groups. "Didn't recognise you with your clothes on" yelled the group of girls who had invaded the boutique. "Oi, darling come over here, there's something we need you to help us with" was the call from a gang of workers on a construction site who were packing up for the night. "Go and help the kind gentlemen Deb" Carol instructed and the compliant Debbi began to pick her way gingerly over the debris of the site, barefoot as she was. "What do you need me to help with ?" Debbi asked when she reached the men. They stared her up and down. "Told yer Charlie, that's a tenner you owe me on the bet" said one. "OK luv, you can go now, we were just betting on whether you were shaved or not !"

Equally happy to see Debbi was Carol's husband Derek. "No need to change for the evening if you're not going to the club with Charlie, that swimsuit really looks good on you." Debbi watched some TV with Carol and Derek before asking permission to turn in for an early night. She replayed the events of the day in her mind as she lay relaxing in a warm bath and frigged herself silly, getting rid of the tension that had been building all day. Carol smiled to herself as she came into the bathroom halfway through and caught Debbi at it. "Here are some nice clean towels for you Deb" she announced. "I've put the new outfits we bought in your room, it should be OK for you to go home to your own place tomorrow after work." Debbi still felt spaced out and the thought of a return to normality was strange to her.

Carol woke her in the morning. Debbi was surprised to have slept so soundly and so late. Carol laid some clothes on the bed. "Come on sleepy head. It's a big day with the presentation of your award remember ?" Debbi didn't remember and not surprisingly, since Carol had never fully explained to her. After her shower, Debbi began dressing in the outfit that Carol had selected for today. Debbi had briefly looked at the various clothes Carol had bought for her last night and was generally pleased, though they were all more risque than had been her style. Shorter skirts, blouses more see through, more plunging necklines. And the underwear was definitely from the Victoria's Secrets end of the range.

While Debbi dressed, Carol explained what the award presentation was about. "You've won the 'charitable act of the month' award from the local free paper for your work for the homeless by donating all your clothes and highlighting their plight !" All Debbi could say was "Oh". Carol continued, "You'll be presented at lunchtime in the canteen in front of all the company. Jeff'll do the presentation together with the editor of the paper and you'll be expected to give a little speech !" Debbi didn't know whether to feel pleased or apprehensive. Experience over the last couple of days should have taught here to feel apprehensive !

Debbi tried her best to make it a normal morning at the office, though the thought of the lunchtime presentation nagged at her. In her still disoriented state, she did not register some of the looks she was getting from colleagues. Carol came to collect her when it was time. "I've written your acceptance speech as we agreed, so that's one less thing for you to worry about" she said. "Thank you Carol, I was wondering what to say." Debbi didn't recall any discussion regarding the content of her speech but Carol seemed certain that one had taken place, so she guessed it must have done.

Everyone was in the canteen. Jeff had set up a small stage and was already standing there with the editor of the local paper and his press photographer. Carol sat with Debbi on a row of chairs at the back, along with the company directors. Jeff began to address the assembled gathering, saying how pleased the company was that one of their employees and a manager no less, had shown such public spirit to deserve this award. The head of the homeless shelter gave a brief speech about how vital their work was and that, while Debbi's clothes had been a useful donation, of more importance was the publicity her selfless gesture would generate.

Debbi was invited to give her acceptance speech before receiving the small mounted plaque which was the award. She dutifully read what Carol had scripted, saying how dreadful it was that there were homeless and deprived people in the town and that she was pleased that , as a privileged and comfortable member of the community, she had been able to highlight the situation and alleviate it in some small way. Debbi read the final paragraph that Carol had prepared. "I am lucky enough to have been able to buy myself a replacement wardrobe of clothes but while there are still people in need in our community, I feel that I must make one final donation to the cause by giving up the outfit I am wearing today !"

This announcement brought forth cries of approval and warm applause. It slowly dawned on Debbi what she had just agreed to ! Carol now stood beside her holding out a large carrier bag. "You can put your things in here Deb" she said helpfully. "Let me help you off with these" she insisted, pulling at the lapel of Debbi's jacket. As everyone watched eagerly, Debbi submissively shrugged off her jacket and stepped out of her skirt. Now in just a blouse and underwear, she looked around in a daze, like a deer caught in the headlights. The blouse swiftly disappeared into Carol's bag. "Must I give my bra and knickers too ?" Debbi whispered to her. "Oh I think so" Carol confirmed mercilessly. "We need the maximum symbolic impact for the publicity !"

So it was that Debbi was stood there naked in front of all her colleagues, posing and smiling awkwardly with the editor of the paper as she held her award. She stood around not knowing what to do as the proceedings wound down, shyly accepting the congratulations of Jeff and the other directors. "Is there anything I can wear ?" she asked Carol when she finally got a chance. "No" said Carol. "But Jeff said you can take the afternoon off and I'll run you home."

The photograph taken at the award ceremony duly appeared in that week's issue of the local paper and online, with three strategically placed black stars preserving Debbi's modesty. But when a recovered and clear headed Debbi returned to work on Monday, she noticed that framed copies of the uncensored version had appeared on many desks !

f it wasn't for the occasional encounter with her uncensored award photograph displayed on most of her colleagues' desks, Debbi would have considered the events of the previous week to have been a dream. She was being treated in the same respectful way as she always had been in her work environment and she was luxuriating in once more being fully clothed and having an extensive wardrobe to choose from, albeit a rather more adventurous and revealing one than hitherto, thanks to Carol.

Having enjoyed another day of normality, it was a tired Debbi who climbed the stairs to her first floor apartment, looking forward to changing into her pajamas and slobbing out in front of the TV with a glass of wine. But before she could put her key in the door, she was accosted by her neighbour Edna. "So you're finally here. Hurry up, they're all waiting for you !" Debbi was confused. "Sorry ? Who's waiting ? Where ?" "Don't tell me you've forgotten ?" Edna chided her. "You agreed to come round once a week to give a treat to the old guys in the building. They've been looking forward to it all week and have even brought along some of their friends from the pensioners' chess club !"

This stirred up vague memories in Debbi and she found herself sinking back into that mental fog that had enveloped her most of last week. She allowed herself to be led into Edna's neighbouring flat, where six elderly men were eyeing her hungrily. "Who's this then ?" asked one who she didn't recognise. Tom, who she certainly did recall, performed the introductions. "This is our sexy young neighbour Debbi. She's agreed to come round on a regular basis and take off all her clothes for us ! Isn't that right Debbi ?" Debbi blushed. That strange feeling of powerlessness had returned. "Er, yes. I'll take my clothes off" she mumbled. "And she'll pose in any way we want her to as well" Tom continued enthusiastically to murmurs of approval. "She's very supple, we'll get to see every inch of her !"

"Er, shall I get started then ?" asked Debbi, just for something to say more than for any other reason. "Keen isn't she ?" smirked one of the newcomers. "Now don't tease her. She's very community minded and sees this as a way to cheer up you old codgers. Isn't that right dearie ?" said Edna supportively. "Um, yes" Debbi mumbled. She didn't really know, she supposed that it was.

Quickly and without much fuss, she divested herself of her jacket, blouse and skirt. "I'll hang these up for you, don't want to spoil them" Edna was being helpful. "Thanks" Debbi replied, beginning to reach behind her for the catch on her bra. "Hang on a minute" interrupted Tom. "No need to rush a good meal. Give us a chance to appreciate those nice things. Someone has good taste in underwear !" Debbi was standing there in a black lace bra with red trim. It was slightly transparent and held her pert tits snugly without any false uplift. Her black lace thong was also slightly transparent with a decorative red bow. The ensemble was completed by thigh high hold up stockings. "Carol chose them" Debbi explained. "But it's the model that makes them !" one of those she did not know laughed.

"Delightful" complimented George. "Come over here and I'll help you off with those stockings !" Debbi obediently stepped forward and put one foot up on the coffee table in front of George. "Best view in the house" he laughed happily. "The view's not bad from here either" countered one of the others sitting behind her. George's hands went to the top of Debbi's thighs and his fingers began to scramble underneath the elastic of the hold up stocking. "Lovely smooth thighs !" He took his time in peeling the stocking down and off of Debbi's toes at the end. "Other leg now" he ordered and Debbi swapped to put her other foot up on the coffee table while the procedure was repeated.

"OK, who wants to take off her bra ?" enquired Tom. For a moment, it seemed that a fight would break out amongst the three newcomers but one of them eventually won out and stood behind Debbi. "It's a long time since I worked one of these" he said, as he fumbled with the clasp on her bra. "And it wasn't so exciting when it was my old missus !" he joked. The sag in Debbi's breasts was barely perceptible as the support was released and the garment began to slip off her shoulders and down her arms. "Beautiful" was the appreciative consensus as her firm erect nipples made their first full appearance of the day !

Debbi was allowed to step daintily out of her own knickers and pirouette gracefully so that all the seated gents could enjoy the view. "Lovely jubbly !" they agreed. Edna produced a DVD of yoga exercises that she slipped into her player and the naked Debbi was encouraged to go through the various routines. She decided to lose herself in concentration on the task in hand to shut out the embarrassment of being so graphically exposed, as her legs were parted and bent into extreme positions. When the pensioners were not quite satisfied with the results they came up with ideas of their own, which all seemed to entail either spreading Debbi's legs as wide apart as they would go or pulling them back over her head !

Debbi was beginning to puff with the exertion when the half hour video came to an end. "Did you enjoy that fellas ?" Edna asked. There was unanimous agreement that they had. And since there was no spare seat, Debbi found herself on George's lap. "We need to work out your rota before you go Debbi" Edna continued. "Rota ?" Debbi was confused. "Yes, the guys have all decided to take you up on your generous offer to be a naked cleaner for them in their apartments" Edna explained. Debbi didn't remember making any such offer but the others all seemed convinced that she had, so that she could only put down her forgetfulness to the spaced out feeling she had experienced the previous few days.

"Oh, um. OK" Debbi agreed. "How often will I have to clean ?" she asked. "We can't take up all your free time" Edna conceded, for which Debbi thanked her. "Every two weeks for each apartment is probably enough as long as you do a good job." Edna suggested, as the six men worked out which days would suit them. "What it we're not satisfied with her work ?" one of them asked. "Then she pays a forfeit of course" Edna answered matter of factly. "That's only fair isn't it Debbi ?" Debbi was wrong footed. "Er, yes, I guess so." This seemed to give the delighted oldies plenty of ideas, especially since it would be their decision if the cleaning was satisfactory or not ! "A spanking ?" asked one. "Of course" Edna agreed. "She can suck my cock" laughed another. "You couldn't get it up" Edna teased him. Debbi began to wonder how she was going to handle these old guys !
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Debbi and the lingerie catalogue

Carol's only real motivation behind the bogus fashion show was to expose Debbi. But she discovered a welcome and unexpected bonus in the shape of a hugely significant leap in the sales of her naughty knickers party plan sideline. The boost was so significant as to attract the attention of the regional manager for that operation. Carol explained it was the result of Debbi's catwalk performance and showed Karen the manager some of the photos the audience had taken that night. Karen was ambitious and wanted to move on from the region to the national head office. She was therefore looking for something she could show to head office to boost her profile.

"There's obviously something about her that triggers the buy impulse in our punters" she remarked to Carol when she came to see her. "And guys seem motivated to buy stuff for their other halves after watching her too" agreed Carol. "I can set up a professional photo shoot. Do you think you can interest her in being the face and body of our next catalogue ?" asked Karen. Carol had not explained that Debbi had only taken part because Carol had conned her into it and not because she was some closet exhibitionist ! This could be tricky. "I'm not sure but let me think on it and I'll get back to you" was the best that Carol could do at this point. "OK but I need an answer in a couple of days" said Karen.

Carol realised that her only real chance was to build on the already fabricated story about the sixth form college girls being offered a generous commission for their lingerie and play wear line. The company was continuing its community support for the college, so that inducement for Debbi to co-operate still applied. But Carol had only just got away with it last time at the catwalk show and Debbi had said to her then "never again." There was nothing to be lost in rolling the dice, however. Carol's pitch was that it looked as if the commission would be successful for the girls but they needed to submit a professionally shot portfolio for their final presentation to those executives who were unable to make it to the catwalk show.

"And you were such a knockout Deb, it's got to be you for the photos" said Carol. "No way" was Debbi's instant response. "That was most definitely a one off. They'll have to hire a model." "There's no time for that, it has to be submitted next week. And the girls can't pay for a model anyway, even though their entire futures are at stake." Carol could sense Debbi wavering and continued. "I suppose I could ask Jeff to increase the company spend on the college but it would still be hassle to hire a model in time and he might not like it if he knew you could have easily saved that cost and avoided the hassle !" Carol could see that Debbi was close to caving in. "And the photos will be taken so that your face isn't in them" she lied. "It's only the gear they're interested in after all" she argued. "OK,OK, I'll do it. But this is the last time" insisted Debbi. Whatever thought Carol, as she went off to make the arrangements !

Carol knew she had to share the deception she had played on Debbi concerning the catwalk show and now the photo shoot with Karen and the photographer. Fortunately, they shared her sense of humour and would go along with the back story when Debbi came to the studio. The following Saturday, Debbi arrived at an anonymous looking industrial unit on the edge of town. Once inside, she found a largely empty space dominated by a small area of whitewashed flooring with a hanging white backdrop and surrounded by an array of lights. Various expensive looking cameras were set on tripods. There seemed to be three small adjoining rooms, one was a dressing room and the other two were sets for boudoir shoots, as was explained later to Debbi. Karen introduced herself and also Lawrence the photographer. The only other person was a young girl who was the makeup artist. Debbi wondered why she needed more elaborate makeup, since her face was not going to feature in the photographs but Lawrence explained that it would help to stop her skin drying out under the strong lights. The gullible Debbi found this to be plausible and went to the adjoining dressing room to have the girl work on her face.

Debbi was told to undress completely and given a robe to wear while being made up. There was a distinctly camp air about Lawrence, who was about her age. But Debbi could not decide if he was actually gay or not. Would gay men take photos of women she wondered ? Then she realised there was a long tradition of gays being attracted to the fashion industry. Karen was in charge of deciding what items Debbi would model and in what order. It seemed they would follow a similar pattern to the catwalk show with the garments getting progressively more risque. The only difference was that there were many more of them since, as Karen explained, the imaginary executives who had not been able to attend the show needed to see the college girls entire range. Of course, in reality she needed most of her stock modelled for the purposes of the new catalogue.

Debbi started nervously but got more into it. It was a more relaxed atmosphere and an incomparably smaller audience than the fashion show. And Lawrence was amusing, first cajoling, then encouraging and finally praising. "Oh yeah, looking good. Give me some attitude ! That's it, you're a natural sweety !" Karen knew Debbi's proven physical attraction for her customers but was a little concerned by her initial stiffness. She was reassured as the session wore on and as, under Lawrence's guidance, Debbi became more and more suggestive. She posed in a vast array of bras, knickers, thongs, see through bodysuits and corsets, showing them all off to full advantage and from all angles. By the time the most revealing items were being displayed like the crotch-less knickers and virtually non-existent wedding outfit, Debbi was posing with wild abandon.

In the end, the shoot took five hours. While Debbi was dressing, Karen told Lawrence she would she would see him during the week to sort out the layout for the catalogue. She then left. As Debbi emerged, Lawrence was effusive. "That was so much fun gorgeous, really professional and fun !" Debbi blushed. "Tell you what" said Lawrence. "Are you free again tomorrow ? You deserve a full and professional boudoir shoot. It would be a permanent souvenir of you in your absolute prime of gorgeousness ! Just for you and any extremely lucky young man you might want to share it with. It's on the house, you're such a pleasure to work with !" It was not a thing Debbi had ever considered. But she had had fun today in the end and Lawrence was such amusing company. She found herself agreeing !

Debbi didn't really know why she had agreed to the boudoir shoot but she was at a loose end that Sunday and decided to put her rational mind on hold and indulge her sensuous side. Lawrence seemed to put her at ease and was really funny. She knew she was looking good and while she had every intention of continuing to keep herself in shape, who knew what might happen in the future. It would be fun to have a little memento of her prime locked away in a drawer at home somewhere. Or on a disc or memory stick or whatever.

She bounced into the studio as Lawrence let her in. She wasn't wearing a bra, just t-shirt, plain white knickers and jeans. "Looking good gorgeous" he greeted her. "Ready to cast all inhibitions to the wind I hope ?" Debbi laughed. "I'll try" she said shyly. "You'll have to do your own makeup. As this is a freebie, I couldn't afford the girl today" explained Lawrence. "No problem, I saw what she did yesterday and can manage " Debbi replied. "What costumes have I got ?" she asked. "You haven't brought your own stuff then ?" responded Lawrence. "Only what I'm wearing !" "Oh my goodness !" exclaimed Lawrence archly, in mock alarm. "Then it's going to have to be all in the nuddy. Birthday suit, totally starkers, tits and ass and pussy ! How's that sound ?" Debbi was laughing along. "Looks like I really am going to have to cast off my inhibitions then ?" she giggled. Lawrence was infectious fun.

"Don't worry, there is a robe and it will all be tastefully shot. Oh, while I remember, Karen forgot to get you to sign this yesterday. Model release to show the portfolio to those execs of hers." He waved a form at Debbi, which she cheerfully signed without reading and so not noticing that Lawrence would have the right to do whatever he liked with any photos taken today ! "No bra I see" he said, regarding her t-shirt. "That's good. I'm guessing there are knickers under those sexy jeans, so get them off while you're doing your makeup so that the lines on your skin from them can begin to fade."

Debbi felt totally at ease. Maybe it was her assumption that Lawrence was gay, or maybe just his fun and extravagant persona. Debbi undressed and slipped on the robe. While she was applying her makeup, Lawrence was setting up in the adjoining room. Debbi could hear him singing a tuneless ditty. "Tits and bums and pussy, they make the world go round. Debbi's tits and bum and pussy, the best that can be found !" Debbi was charmed and laughed. "You're such an idiot Lawrence. What if I took offence and stormed out ?" "But you won't will you my gorgeousness ? You're a vibrant sexy woman and we are going to glorify that today and show the whole world and have such a good time !" Debbi blushed slightly but laughed again and felt warm and comfortable inside. "Oooh, tits and bums and pussy" sang Lawrence.

"Ready when you are " called Lawrence in a high pitched sing song voice. Debbi wandered next door to the first boudoir set. It comprised a double sized brass bed expertly illuminated by photographic lighting, with somewhat garish purple satin sheets. "OK precious, slip your robe off" said Lawrence. Normally such an action would have left Debbi excruciatingly embarrassed but with Lawrence it was kind of like going to the doctor, though much more fun and perfectly natural. He clapped a hand over his eyes and cried "Aargh, it's all too much, so much gorgeousness, it's overwhelming. It's a goddess sent to Earth to torment me with her beauty !" Debbi was in fits of laughter at his silliness but was put even more at her ease.

"Right, let's have a look" said Lawrence, changing tone. "No knicker lines, that's wonderful. Hop up on the bed and scoot around a bit and I'll take a few shots to get lighting and skin tone levels." Debbi dutifully climbed onto the bed but wasn't sure what was meant by scooting. Did he want her to pose ? She sat awkwardly on her knees. "Have a good stretch sweetness, pretend you've just woken from some lovely sexy dream." He began shooting and continued conversationally. "You've probably seen photographers in the movies with all this 'give it to me baby' kind of crap ? That's mot me. I celebrate the wonder of a goddess like you. I want you to be yourself, I just give you a little nudge from time to time."

Debbi wasn't sure what being herself entailed though in this context, so she asked Lawrence for a little direction. "OK, roll over on your belly and kind of arch your bum, stretch out those hands, you're feline, grrrrowl !" Debbi began to loosen up and writhe more seductively of her own accord. "Grab your tits, push them up, present them to me as a prize offering !" "But they're not big enough" she protested. "More than a handful's a waste, they are perfection !" The session and the banter continued in this vein. "OK Deb, on your knees facing away from me, bum in the air, spread your legs a little. "That's rude" laughed Debbi, half in protest. "I'm rude" asserted Lawrence. "A connoisseur of tits and ass and pussy. And boy do I have a prime specimen in front of me !" Debbi giggled as she assumed the pose.

Lawrence was well pleased with the results his banter was getting. "On your back now Deb but keep your legs spread. Look at those inhibitions flying away into the distance." Debbi laughed. Lawrence spoke while clicking away. "That is the sweetest little pussy I've ever seen and all nicely smooth and shaven. Touch it Deb, you know you want to !" How did he know I wanted to she thought, as her hand obeyed ? "Separate it out with your fingers, let me see it all, such gorgeousness !" Debbi sunk back into the bed fingering herself. Lawrence was content with what he now had from this part of the session. "Take a break oh divine one, do whatever you need to do down there while I get us some coffee" Debbi blushed at her busy fingers. "Then we can have a go at the bathroom set !" He drifted off, singing about tits and bums and pussy.

Debbi took a bathroom break to calm down before slipping on the robe and joining Lawrence for coffee. "I'm so sorry Lawrence, what must you think of me ?" she apologised for getting carried away with her fingers. Lawrence chuckled. "I think you're a beautiful sensuous woman glorying in her femininity ! What I don't understand is why there aren't guys queuing up at your front door ?" "Maybe I'm high maintenance ?" Debbi pondered. "I bet there are many who'd be willing to pay the price" Lawrence conjectured. "But enough of that, we've got more fun to come in the bathroom suite when we've finished coffee." Lawrence resumed his gay banter and by the time they headed to the bathroom studio, Debbi was once more in high spirits.

"Let's have a few full length nudes of you standing by the side of the bath my pretty one. Best model poses" said Lawrence while taking several shots. "Perfect, now spin and let me see that wonderful bum !" Debbi was reluctant. "I don't much like my bum" she complained. "What utter nonsense. once you see my photos of it, you'll fall in love with it like everyone else" replied Lawrence, to laughter from Debbi.

"Now I'm afraid you haven't got a really hot bath Deb, the steam would play havoc with the cameras. But it's kind of lukewarm, shouldn't be too uncomfortable, ease yourself into it." Debbi gingerly did as she was told. "Ooh" she shuddered, but then "No, that's fine." "We'll do some posing in the clear water first, then get you lathered up." Debbi twisted in the bath to Lawrence's instructions, providing a variety of front and rear shots and hooking one leg over the edge of the bath to spread once more. "Refresh the water a little if you're getting cold and then get all lathered up" said Lawrence, tossing her some gel. "That's it, spread the lather all over, rub those tits and that pussy, kneel up in the bath so we can see a bit more !"

The session finally drew to a close and Lawrence handed Debbi a large fluffy towel with which to dry herself while he checked his cameras. He was more than happy with the results of his day's work. He looked back into the bathroom to see a still naked Debbi cleaning the bath. He laughed. "Not just a goddess of beauty but a domestic goddess too ! You're the first model I've had who's ever done that." Debbi blushed. "Had a good time ?" he asked conversationally. "Yes, you are such fun, such a good host." "Never been called a host before either" he chuckled. "But you make me feel so at home, so natural" continued Debbi. "Well then, that's good. Maybe you should put some clothes on though before driving home ?" Now it was Debbi's turn to laugh, she had got so used to being naked and no longer noticed.

"I'll select the best and most tasteful shots tomorrow Deb, print them up and put them in a presentation folder for you. I'll give you the entire bunch on a memory stick" said Lawrence while she dressed. Such a sweet girl really, he thought. He almost felt guilty about how he was going to exploit and profit from her images. Almost, but not quite !

Karen and Lawrence were working on the proofs for the naughty knickers catalogue she was going to present to head office. "Do you think they'll accept it ?" asked Lawrence. "I don't see why not, it all looks pretty professional to me and I can back it up with evidence of the huge boost Debbi gave to Carol's sales at that catwalk show." "What if she ever sees it ?" asked Lawrence. "That's Carol's problem, we've got the model release form. Carol said she can always bluff that this company's the one that gave those students the commission. And Debbi's face being in the photos was all a misunderstanding !" They both laughed.

Lawrence had also shown Karen the results of his boudoir session with Debbi. "I couldn't have imagined she would have gone for some of those poses" she commented, surprised. "It's my persuasive charm" grinned Lawrence. "Yeah, I always said you were capable of sweet talking the knickers off a nun" laughed Karen. "And our Debbi's certainly no nun" chuckled Lawrence. "But is there much of a market for them these days ?" continued Karen. "You'd be surprised" answered Lawrence. "OK, so everyone and their dog are naked on the internet now but so much of that is abysmal quality. Ropey looking birds covered in tattoos taking badly lit and out of focus selfies." Karen wasn't in the habit of scouring the net for porn but she could imagine.

Lawrence continued. "There's no print market any more and people will only pay online for videos. But a professionally shot web site with a well promoted beautiful girl will still attract tens of thousands or more of clicks, which means I can capitalise selling advertising. It's a proven business model for me." "Sounds like you've got it sussed" said Karen. "And then you put a little spin on it" Lawrence carried on. "Carol got me some pics from their company of Deb working at her desk, giving a presentation etc. All dolled up in her business suit. So I set up the back story of 'successful businesswoman shows her wild side' or something similar !"

Karen could see the logic. "And you've got some quality photos." "That's the other big attraction these days" agreed Lawrence. "Used properly by an expert like me, not sparing my blushes, these modern digital cameras are amazing. Given a high definition screen and with the photos so much larger than any print you could get, our punters can see more detail than if they were in bed with her ! You can see the pores of her skin, the little hairs on her arms, the merest hint of stubble where she's shaved" "You're getting carried away Lawrence" teased Karen. "Yeah, and me supposed to be gay !" he laughed.

Karen's stock was rising at head office following her presentation of the draft catalogue which was accepted. They particularly liked the fact that they had not had to pay the model ! Carol took delivery of her parcel of samples from the new range and eagerly tore open the package within containing the new catalogues. She had not been present at the photo shoot and had no idea what to expect. But to her glee, there was Debbi, as clear as day in all her glory, modelling the entire range from tasteful lingerie to the most bizarre fetish wear ! She could not wait to show it to all the people at work and to hand it around at her parties but, at the same time, she wanted to avoid Debbi seeing it, or anybody being stupid enough to mention it to her. She would have to be discrete. She already had her prepared story just in case, that this was the company that had contacted the college girls for a commission and that the way the catalogue had turned out was a misunderstanding ! She was quite sanguine about the matter and as an add on to the original joke of the catwalk show, this catalogue was outstanding.

Lawrence meanwhile was more than pleased with the advertising revenue he had been able to get from the set of Debbi's photos he had put on the net. He had targeted eastern Europe, India and the far east, minimising the small risk of them coming to Debbi's attention. She had negligently signed the model release form but he did not want a confrontation. One thing was bugging him though. He hated to turn down money ! And he was being inundated with requests for more and with offers of special assignments for his model from overseas. In particular, the use of her company photos showing she was a real life business executive who was nevertheless prepared to bare all, had gone down a storm in south east Asia and Japan. He was wracking his brain to try to come up with a plausible scheme whereby he could hoodwink Debbi again. But while she could be a little naive, he knew that she wasn't stupid and he also knew she would refuse if he was up front about the real nature of any future offer. He could not seem to think of any way of getting her to pose more to order. But he so hated turning down money !
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Debbi the calendar girl

The clamour for Lawrence to come up with more Debbi product was most strong from a source in India who wanted her for a specific project they had in mind. They were prepared to fly her and Lawrence out there for a week and to accommodate them at no cost. Lawrence knew he would be able to pocket both the photographer and the model fee if only he could come up with a story that Debbi would swallow. After much thought, he decided upon an approach that he thought could work and he made his pitch.

Debbi was a little surprised to hear Lawrence's gay banter at the end of the line as she picked up her phone in the office. "How much annual leave have you got left gorgeous ?" he asked. "Still have about ten days. Why ?" answered Debbi. "Then use five of those to come to India with me for a week free of charge !" he continued. Debbi laughed. "That's not the kind of offer a girl gets every day. Why me ? What's happening ?" "It'll all be paid for" Lawrence backtracked slightly. "I know what a kindhearted girl you are. There's a charity element. Do you know how many poor people in India still don't have a reliable water supply ? Millions of them. The charity Water Help is doing such great work with this."

"That's dreadful" said Debbi. "But I still don't understand the connection." "Did you ever see that movie Calendar Girls ?" continued Lawrence. "Yeah, it was a hoot" said Debbi. "Well, the charity have asked me to produce one like that but they want it shot on location in India where the problems are. And my first thought was for my most favourite and most gorgeous model !" Debbi laughed. "But I'm a respectable business woman, I can't get my bits out like that" she protested. "You've seen those calendars I'm sure. It all looks very daring but there are all these strategically placed props so nobody sees anything important." "That's true" agreed Debbi. "And you know my work, you know I can handle an assignment like that" persuaded Lawrence. "That's true too. But why not a professional model ?" asked Debbi. "The whole point of these calendars is that the models aren't professionals. And anyway, you're better looking and much more fun to work with !"

Lawrence had been prepared for a harder sell but his sweet talking worked remarkably quickly on Debbi. It was all bullshit of course, there was no such calendar. But he could afford to spend a little time photographing those kind of shots that he could show Debbi. And once he had her out there, he was sure his spiel would charm her into also doing what was really wanted by the trip's sponsors !

Lawrence had explained to his Indian hosts that he was having to use a certain amount if subterfuge to get Debbi along to do the shoot they wanted. Their idea was to have a sophisticated and successful English woman working naked in the fields alongside the fully clothed Indian workers. Bit of a weird concept thought Lawrence but hey, whatever floats your boat. And the photos of Debbi at work he had posted, along with the nudes, had made them set on having her as the model. Lawrence was sure he could find a way to get Debbi to do it without realising the true intention but he needed to get his spurious Calendar Girl shoot out of the way first. Hell, he might even be able to market those closer to the new year, tame though they might be.

Both types of shoot needed a rural location and the hosts were arranging that. Before then, however, they had been installed in an apartment in Mumbai. Debbi had been overwhelmed by the sights, sounds and smells of the sub continent. Lawrence had never been here either but he had researched a little and had warned Debbi to expect a culture shock. They had a full day after arrival to get acclimatised before heading into the country for the photographic work. Debbi wanted to explore but Lawrence warned her to wait for him and not to wander around by herself.

Lawrence rolled his eyes when he saw the ensemble the naive Debbi thought was suitably respectable for a walk through town. Fine for a summer day in London, sure. But likely to arouse a lot of attention here. She was bra less under a white t-shirt and she wore well cut white linen slacks which were, however, tight around her bum and displayed a distinct VPL where her brief white knickers gripped her cheeks. I'll have to look after her, thought Lawrence. The cosmopolitan area outside the apartment, with affluent and well dressed high flyers browsing upmarket shops and stores, was no problem but Debbi wanted to see something more Indian, these stores could have been in Paris or Madrid.

Lawrence kept a wary eye as they pushed further into the side streets. Persistent calls began from the sidelines. "Excuse me miss." "Over here miss." "Genuine Indian saris miss." Debbi thought at first that she was just being jostled in the crowd but then recognised that her clothes were being pulled and hands were resting on her buttocks. She looked at Lawrence who grinned. "I did warn you gorgeous. They even have a name for it here, 'Eve teasing' !" he informed her. They quickened their stride and came to a slightly less crowded section. One particularly insistent youth succeeded in distracting Lawrence for a second by offering 'genuine Rolex'. When he looked around, Debbi had gone !

She had been enticed by a woman waving the material of a beautiful silk sari. Inside the dark shop, the woman was trying to get Debbi to try it on. "Is there a changing room ?" asked Debbi. "No changing room, we have private back room" said the woman, leading Debbi through. Debbi was about to peel off her t-shirt when she glanced up and saw, just below the ceiling, a window filled with leering male faces. The woman's husband had also followed them into the back room. Debbi was getting alarmed but then she heard a loud reassuring voice. "We really should be getting back to the hotel darling" called Lawrence as he pushed into the room.

"Bargain price sari" called the shopkeeper optimistically, as Lawrence took Debbi by the arm and guided her out of the shop. "That was scary" gasped Debbi. "So let it be a lesson" laughed Lawrence. "I did warn you. They think all western women have the morals of alley cats and of course, in some cases they're not wrong !" he continued cheerfully, as Debbi ran the gauntlet of some more 'teasing' before they regained the normality of the cosmopolitan district.

Lawrence had primed their Indian hosts to act the part of charity bosses in front of Debbi. They were picked up the following morning by Sunil and Majid, two thirty somethings who spoke impeccable English. The car had air conditioning. It was explained that if they thought Mumbai was hot, it was nothing compared to how it would be inland where they were headed for the shoot. From the cosmopolitan 21st century streets of the city, they found themselves on chaotic and crowded roads with daredevil lorry drivers mixing with cyclists and everyone occasionally stopping for a cow. Debbi found it all intensely interesting but was relieved when the traffic began to thin out after a couple of hours and the landscape became distinctly more rural. She could not say it was beautiful, a baking featureless plain. But Sunil explained that this was the kind of terrain where the water supply problem was most intense and hence where they needed to shoot.

Sunil and Majid were playing their roles to perfection, criticising multi-nationals, British colonial rule, the Indian caste system and everything that played into creating the huge disparity in wealth in modern India. Debbi was hugely sympathetic and on board with the cause. After three hours and at the height of the midday sun, they arrived at a scruffy village where Sunil had family connections. The car was immediately surrounded by urchins. The plan was to be here two or three days, depending on how Lawrence's shoot went. They would have a room in the only halfway presentable house in the village, that belonging to Sunil's relations.

As they stepped out of the air conditioned car, it was like stepping into an oven ! "It's too hot to begin for another couple of hours" said Majid. "We'll eat and get re-hydrated. We're in the only house with running water" he emphasised, staying on theme. After a quick meal and while Debbi rested, Lawrence took a stroll with Sunil to scout locations. "I'll try to get these supposed calendar shots out of the way quickly. There'll be out takes from those anyway that we'll both be able to use. Then at some point tomorrow we can get onto your stuff after I've softened her up. You and Majid have really helped already with all the political sob stories !" said Lawrence. "Well, there is some truth it in all too" Sunil replied. "Can you do something about the kids ?" Lawrence gestured at those scampering around them. "Majid and I will keep them and the locals at a bit of a distance but they will all be peering at her. She'll have to get used to it. Some of them know they'll be needed to be in shot with her tomorrow too."

Debbi was dismayed when told there would likely be a village audience while she posed but Lawrence joshed with her that there wasn't much entertainment for the villagers and that showbiz wasn't all glamour ! Debbi shrugged it off and regained her high spirits. "It's probably best to undress and leave our things here gorgeous and then wear a robe out that you can put back on between shots" said Lawrence. This made sense to Debbi. By now, Sunil had told most of the villagers what was going on. Debbi was quite respectable in a long silk robe. The main focus for today's shots was going to be the village trough and water pump.

There was a stir among the villagers as Debbi finally took off her robe but Sunil kept them at arms length and Debbi tried to shut it from her mind and concentrate on the task in hand. Lawrence barked orders, not quite as playful as at the boudoir session but then this was business. He contrived various shots where the pump handle obscured Debbi's nipples, an arm holding a bucket shielded her crotch, she crouched behind livestock drinking from the trough and so on. All the usual calendar tricks. Of course, along the way he got several surreptitious photos where it was all on show too ! "Do you mind if we show your bare bum in a couple of the months Deb ?" he asked her. "That's rude" she giggled but soon acquiesced. "Hold the empty bucket on your head and turn your back to me" Lawrence instructed. He also talked her into posing half turned, leading a goat to the trough, bum on display with her arm covering her nipple but showing side boob. This is all going to make a very saleable calendar, he thought, even if it is just a by product !

There was not much to do in the village once evening fell. The idea was to have an early night so that they could begin shooting equally early in the morning before the sun got too fierce. Before they all retired for the night, the political talk continued. Debbi had now seen first hand the conditions of the workers and was deeply sympathetic. "I wish there was more I could do." Even Sunil's relatives' house where they were staying was pretty basic. Accommodation was also limited with the influx of visitors and so Debbi and Lawrence were sharing a room. Good job he's gay, thought Debbi. "I'd offer to sleep on the couch precious but we both need to be under the mosquito net !" he told Debbi. "That's fine. I know you're a gentleman" she replied.

She undressed and demurely got under the single sheet. But even this was too much covering in the stifling heat of the Indian night, there being no question of air conditioning in such remote conditions. So they both ended up lying naked on top of the sheets. Before they fell asleep, Lawrence said "I was talking with Sunil and there is something else he thinks you can do to help the cause and bring attention to the conditions here." "Anything" said Debbi. "You've seen how tough it is for the workers in the fields. Imagine the reaction if it was English or Americans having to put up with that ?" continued Lawrence. "I know" agreed Debbi. "There'd be an outcry." "Sunil thought maybe we could shoot you pretending to work in the field and so on, and use it for propaganda purposes." Debbi thought that it wouldn't be as if she was actually doing the back breaking work and that a few photos would be OK.

"Sure, I'd like to help if we've got time" she agreed. "Oh, I've more or less got enough for our calendar already but since we'll have you naked anyway, we can shoot some more in the fields. It'll all be discrete but hard hitting too !" Debbi hadn't considered that these extra shots would be nudes ! "Oh, er, yeah, right." She couldn't back out now and she did believe in the concept. Content that part of his mission had been accomplished and with a plan set for the morning, Lawrence quickly fell asleep. Debbi did not find it so easy. She tossed and turned in the heat and thought about the upcoming photos. In the half light, she could not help but notice that Lawrence was sporting an impressive erection. Goodness, she thought, he must be dreaming of Sunil ! She was finally able to drop off to sleep herself.

Lawrence woke Debbi early in the morning after taking a few photos of her sleeping peacefully naked on top of the bed. They would always come in useful. After a light breakfast, she dressed in just her robe and a pair of rubber boots with which to work in the fields. "Don't bother with make up, you look spectacular in any guise but we're going for hard realism here" said Lawrence. "I'm not going to be posing you. Sunil's set up some scenarios with the locals and you just go and work with them for a bit while I wander around taking candid shots" he further explained. "Just have fun with it, we won't keep you slogging under a hot sun for too long !" he laughed. "Alright, I'll do my best" said Debbi.

The first location was with a gang of men scything down maize with machetes. One of them demonstrated the technique to Debbi. "Be careful with the machete darling, we don't need any accidents, just look enthusiastic" advised Lawrence. Debbi slipped off her robe, eliciting murmurs from the men, even though Sunil had told them what to expect. It was still before eight but already punishingly hot. Debbi swung the machete which thudded ineffectually against the thick stalk of the maize. One of the men took her hand and guided the motion and she began to get the hang of it. She was lost in her task as Lawrence drifted around taking photos as she bent, stretched, swung, rested, making sure her fully clothed fellow workers were often in shot.

Debbi worked for half an hour before Lawrence felt he had enough material from this scenario. One final segment was needed here. The men transported the maize in bundles carried on their heads and photos were taken of Debbi engaged in this activity before a final smiling group photo of the naked Debbi among the men ! "Take a short break and then we're off to join the women harvesting rice" Lawrence told her.

The women had also been briefed by Sunil as to what to expect from Debbi. They were perhaps understandably more aloof than the men had been but nevertheless demonstrated to Debbi the backbreaking technique amongst the knee deep water. The women had their saris hitched up while Debbi was thankful for her rubber boots. The women treated Debbi as more of a hindrance than a help and she herself felt that she was harvesting a meagre amount compared to them. But none of this was apparent from the photos Lawrence was getting of her working, with some particularly rewarding bending shots. This time the group photo featured a smiling naked Debbi and stony faced fully clothed Indian women ! "We've got two more scenarios to shoot Deb but it's getting too hot now. You've been superb, we have some great stuff" Lawrence congratulated her. " Thank you, I'm glad" she replied. "We'll take a break back at the house and shoot the rest after lunch" announced Sunil.

It was still baking hot after lunch. In the meantime, Lawrence and Sunil were perusing the photos from the morning's work in the fields, plus the 'out takes' from the supposed calendar shoot of the day before. "These are sensational Lawrence, just what we need. You and Debbi have more than earned your fees" said Sunil. Lawrence smiled, knowing full well that he wouldn't be paying Debbi for her services ! "I'll have secondary use of any shots I want for my web site too" Lawrence confirmed, "Agreed" said Sunil. "What about this afternoon ?" Lawrence asked. "No need for anything else in the fields. I thought we'd just shoot some more down by the river." "Sounds good, she'll think it all ties in with this water charity angle" said Lawrence.

So it was that Debbi stood in her robe down by the river, while Sunil explained to the women washing clothes what was going to happen. Debbi would strip off and join them in the hard graft of soaping, rinsing, slapping and wringing the garments. The locals remained in their loose saris. "We're illustrating how we in the west take water and washing machines for granted Deb" bluffed Lawrence. He obtained more golden material as Debbi went about her task nude. The women gave her clothes they had already washed, rightly assuming that she would not be skilled enough to do a thorough job with no training. Thorough or not, she found it tough going, especially as the sun continued to beat down.

"One last set of photos gorgeous" Lawrence called. "The only shower in town is the one at our place and you know how ropey that is. So we need to show what the locals have to do. So into the river you go" and he tossed her a bar of the rough soap ! Debbi looked sceptically at the water. It would be nice to cool off but what was in it ? Sunil laughed. "It's OK Debbi, we don't have crocodiles or piranhas ! Just don't swallow any of it, that's why we need the well !" Debbi laughed too and made a show of washing in the shallows. Lawrence did give some guidance for her poses this time, making sure that for the most part the important bits of her body were out of the water, resulting in the most revealing shots.

"That's about done" he announced with Debbi still sitting in the water, at which point about six of the street urchins began dive bombing in beside her, frolicking and splashing her. It was a scene of innocent laughter which even the stony faced women enjoyed. After playing for a few minutes, Debbi made to get out. "We forgot a towel Deb" Lawrence apologised. "We might as well walk back to the house as you are, you'll air dry in no time in this heat !" The walk back was accompanied by the posse of urchins dancing around Debbi. "If we set off back now, most of the drive will be in the dark, which is bad news on these roads" explained Sunil. "So best to have one more night here and then set off bright and early in the morning."

Debbi and Lawrence were lying naked on top of the bed. "I can understand why Sunil didn't want to drive on those roads at night but I rather miss air conditioning" remarked Lawrence, sweating. "I know what you mean" said Debbi. "No offence and you're always such a gentleman but I would so love a nice cool bed !" She stretched languorously. Lawrence's cock twitched. "I'll show you the proofs for the calendar as soon as I have them ready when we get home gorgeous" he said. "To make sure you are OK with them and don't mind your bare bum being on show in August and December !" "I will come and see but I have full trust in you anyway" Debbi answered. Another twitch of Lawrence's cock.

"We'll have a day and a half still when we get back to Mumbai. Whaddya wanna do ?" Lawrence slurred, he was getting sleepy. "I want to go back to that sari shop. I want to take a sari home as a souvenir." "Why that place after what happened ? You can get a sari in the mall." suggested Lawrence. "Why come all the way to India and then shop in a mall ? I want the authentic experience and I feel guilty I may have misjudged the poor woman in that shop" Debbi replied. "Misjudged ? What about all those blokes at the window ?" laughed Lawrence. "Well, so what if I make their day ?" Debbi giggled. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're turning into an exhibitionist" Lawrence joked. Debbi laughed. "It'll be different this time anyway, I'll have a big strong man to protect me!" Lawrence's cock twitched once again. Better get to sleep, he thought !

Lawrence woke first in the morning and then waited while Debbi took her turn in the rudimentary shower. She walked naked back into the room. It was six thirty but still stifling. Lawrence was already dressed. "It's going to feel funny putting clothes on again" said Debbi, who had worn nothing but a robe since they arrived. "I'm waiting until the last minute to dress and then I can rush into the air conditioning in the car" she laughed. "I think you enjoy parading about with nothing on" teased Lawrence. Debbi poked her tongue out at him. Lawrence was beginning to think that he could exploit this emerging side of Debbi further once they got home. He certainly knew he had an insatiable online market for her !

Debbi enjoyed the drive back to Mumbai. The air conditioned car was a relief and with no pressure of a shoot to come, she could relax and take in the views and the bustle of activity. They were settled back in the apartment in Mumbai by early afternoon. "Do you want to go on your sari buying expedition now or tomorrow precious ?" Lawrence asked. "Tomorrow when I'm fresh. Let's just wander by the sea and eat in one of those restaurants on the strip" Debbi suggested. That was cosmopolitan Mumbai.

After a pleasant evening and a good night's sleep on her own with cool air blasting out, Debbi was raring to go in the morning. She joked with Lawrence over breakfast that he had to look after her but that she was taking on the bazaar on her own terms today and warned him that she was feeling mischievous ! She put on fresh lacy knickers, white t-shirt and cotton slacks. She had not packed any bras and so could not have been more conservative, even if she had wanted to be. "You'll have to pretend to be my husband" she instructed Lawrence. "Yes ma'am" he joked.

They both wondered if they would find the same shop again in the maze of backstreets but Lawrence possessed a good sense of direction. As before, they had to put up with a certain amount of low level harassment. Catcalls, hustlers, roving hands. But Lawrence kept a proprietorial grasp of Debbi's arm and she knew what to expect this time. "I think that's it over there" said Lawrence, pointing to a corner store. The proprietor was lounging outside talking to a crowd of his cronies. There was a stir as Lawrence and Debbi approached. The proprietor came alive at the prospect of a sale. "My wife wants to buy an authentic Indian sari but she needs to be able to try the clothes on" Lawrence announced in a loud voice. "Yes, yes sir, no problem. We have very nice room, I'll call my wife" enthused the shop owner. He called to his wife in Hindi, repeating what Lawrence had said, partially for the benefit of any of the men hanging around who did not speak English. Lawrence grinned at the abrupt exodus of these men around the corner to try to get a prime viewing slot at the back room window !

Lawrence stayed close to Debbi as they entered the gloomy interior and the woman Debbi had seen before appeared and began to show Debbi swathes of cloth. Debbi selected a design and the woman guided her towards the back room. "I'll come along with you darling" Lawrence said decisively. He wanted to take a few photos in any case, if the lighting was good enough. It was in fact incredibly dingy but the owner's wife threw a switch and a bank of decrepit fluorescent lights spluttered into life, throwing a harsh strong light onto the room and producing floodlighting for Debbi's fans crowded at the window ! Debbi and Lawrence both played innocent but Lawrence cast a sly glance to see what must have been a dozen faces pressed up against the vantage point of the high level window.

"You'll need to show my wife how the sari is worn" said Lawrence, enjoying his role of the British toff ! Debbi slipped off her sandals and then casually lifted her t-shirt over her head and stepped out of her slacks, leaving herself illuminated under the harsh light in just her lacy white knickers. Lawrence again glanced at the excitement in the window. The owner's wife began to carefully wind the sari around Debbi, explaining how it was worn. Debbi felt very exotic looking at herself in the mirror. "It's very nice but I think I'd like to try some other designs" said Debbi. The woman helped her off with the sari and gestured at Debbi's knickers. "Better worn without these" she said. Debbi laughed. "I think I'll keep them on here though !" she said.

Debbi grinned at Lawrence while they waited for the woman to return. Debbi stretched exaggeratedly, nude apart from the skimpy knickers. Lawrence took a couple of photos, trying to get the faces at the window in shot. "I really do think you're turning into an exhibitionist !" They both laughed. "Do you really think Indian women go commando under their saris ?" Debbi asked. "Outside of my area of expertise gorgeous" Lawrence replied. "Let's see anyway" said Debbi, whisking her knickers off to stand now completely nude ! The Indian woman returned with an armful of different designs and Debbi spent the next half hour dressing, undressing and posing before making her choice and getting back into her own clothes. Lawrence did some rudimentary haggling over the price but it was not a great consideration for either of them. As they left the shop with their parcel, Lawrence recognised the faces back at the shop entrance, eager to get a close up view of the star of the show ! "I'm surprised they didn't ask you for autographs" he laughed.

It had been a very lucrative trip for Lawrence. He had pocketed both the photographer and model fees from Sunil and Majid, who were more than satisfied with the results achieved from exploiting their niche market in India. Lawrence himself meanwhile was also happy with all the Indian material he had been able to add to his Debbi gallery on the net, which was attracting ever more advertising revenue and constantly growing feedback and requests. Back home in the studio, he had to think about how he could best take advantage of the latent exhibitionism Debbi had shown signs of developing in India. He was hoping that promise had not withered and died back home in the monochrome home counties !

He might get some clue today when Debbi was coming round to approve the calendar. What had started simply as a ruse to get her out to India had taken on a life of its' own and was also turning into a nice little earner. Lawrence had approached a major national water supply company that liked to boost its' image by sponsoring projects in the third world. It had agreed to take the tasteful Debbi calendar for 2019. Countless offices would be adorned by Debbi's face and figure and it was another fat fee for Lawrence !

Debbi bounced into the studio straight from work. "Hi Lawrence." "Greetings, oh succulent nippled one." Debbi giggled. "I've got a mock up of the calendar, just need to make sure it's all OK with you precious." Debbi settled at Lawrence's desk and began to peruse the proofs. She knew the quality of the photographer's work from her boudoir shoot but she was still taken by the novelty of seeing herself so professionally displayed. She smiled at the artful way that Lawrence had shot it and that, although she was clearly naked, there was always something strategically placed to keep her decent.

Debbi reached August. "That's my bum !" she cried. "It is indeed , oh beautifully buttocked one" agreed Lawrence. Debbi giggled. "I did ask if you were happy to have your bare bum on display for a couple of months !" Lawrence continued. "It seems fine for bums to be on show in these kind of calendars but nipples are a no - no. Are you still OK with it ?" Debbi grinned sheepishly. "Well, it is for a good cause." After another slight hesitation "Fine, OK, go ahead."

After Debbi had signed off on the remaining months, including December's second appearance of her naked backside, Lawrence poured a celebratory glass of wine. "Do you have to rush off straight away gorgeous ?" he asked. "Not particularly" said Debbi. "Only I've got a new space here in the studio, replicating an office setting. Who better to christen it with a few photos than a real life business exec ?" "You just want to get my kit off !" Debbi admonished him playfully. "Of course, that's what I do !" Lawrence confessed. Debbi giggled.
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Debbi goes exhibitionist

Debbi and Lawrence were sitting sipping more celebratory wine. Debbi was naked, her work clothes in an untidy pile on a chair. "Aren't you going to get dressed ?" asked Lawrence with a smile. "I'm more comfortable like this" Debbi giggled. "I've been in those clothes all day and don't much feel like putting them back on." " I can get you a robe ?" "No, I'm not cold" Debbi replied.

Lawrence was content that he had obtained some more splendid material for his web site. He had been using lower quality snaps of Debbi in business wear from her company site, in order to establish her persona. But he had just now been able to pose her in her regular clothes apparently working at her keyboard, standing to give a presentation, talking on the phone. Those clothes had then gradually come off as he had worked through a strip sequence, culminating in the naked Debbi on all fours and spread across the desk ! He had known that he could rely on her to be wearing sexy lingerie under the business suit. Her growing legion of online fans, of whom she remained blissfully unaware, would be very happy.

They continued to chat. Lawrence wondered why Debbi was single. Her reply was that she was high maintenance and fussy ! It was nice to have a good hard screw every now and again and that could always be come by without too much difficulty for someone with her looks. But for anything long term she wanted a soul mate. She had gravitated to the business world to earn a decent independent lifestyle but her real interests were in the arts. And most of the men and boys she encountered didn't have a clue about such things. Lawrence was a sympathetic ear.

"Do you ride a bike ?" he suddenly asked, changing tack completely. "I used to. I like watching the Tour de France for the scenery." Another of Debbi's admissions during their chat had been that she felt she was born in the wrong country and was more suited to the life and culture of France or Italy. "Come with me on Sunday week then" Lawrence continued. "I'm going down to Brighton. I've got a commission to cover the World Naked Bike Ride. "What's that ?" laughed Debbi. "Look it up on the net. Loads of naked people riding around town, protesting about environmental issues. A whole day when you can be naked, that should suit you ! Ending with a skinny dip in the sea."

Debbi was intrigued. "But won't they all get arrested ?" she wondered. "It's been running several years now and is all officially sanctioned. Some locals still moan but Brighton's a pretty liberal town." "So I've heard" laughed Debbi, thinking of the town's notorious gay community. "But I haven't got a bike any more" she objected. "That's easily rectified" said Lawrence. "OK then, you're on" she agreed, getting up to leave. "I'd better be getting home" she explained, picking up her car keys. "Er, aren't you going to get dressed first Deb ?" queried Lawrence.

Debbi was excited. She and Lawrence were on the train down to Brighton, together with the bike he had borrowed for her. "Where's your bike ?" she had asked . "I'm not riding" Lawrence had replied. "I've got my official photographer's accreditation and I'm going to be moving around at the start and finish and the two rest stops." "How will I find you ?" Debbi wondered, concerned. "I'll find you easily enough sweetness. I'll just ask people where the most beautiful woman on the ride is !" Debbi giggled.

They got off the train one stop before Brighton itself, since that was where the park hosting the start was. Debbi had researched a little and so had some idea what to expect but the numbers still surprised her. "Look at all those willies" she told Lawrence. "And boobs" he countered. "Boobs too" she agreed. Debbi didn't think she would be the centre of attention this time, among so many people. There was a screened off area to keep away the hordes of voyeurs as people undressed. Lawrence with his official pass was able to accompany Debbi. Many were choosing to have slogans painted on their bodies. "Do you want a paint job ?" Lawrence asked. "Nah, I'll go au naturel" Debbi replied as she got undressed. "Will you look after my bag for me ?" she said as she stowed her clothes. "Sure, if you like. Though most girls keep their bag with them just in case" Lawrence replied. "It'll just get in the way" said Debbi. "Fine, not a problem for me to carry it for you."

Debbi tried the bike. Lawrence took a quick photo as she sat on the saddle. "Ooh, cellulite" he teased. Debbi shot bolt upright. There had been the slightest dimpling of her cheeks as the saddle compressed them. "Where ?" she wailed, looking down over her shoulder. " I was only teasing. Look at other people, it's a tiny effect from the saddle" Lawrence answered. Debbi was distraught. "I'll have to stand up all the way !" "Don't be silly, look at that girl over there. It's perfectly natural" Lawrence consoled her, putting an arm around her. He took another couple of photos of Debbi's bum to show her that it remained close to perfection. She was pacified.

"They'll be moving off shortly. I'm sure you'll make friends. You know to just follow the crowd" Lawrence said. Debbi got ready to wheel her bike into the throng. "I'll catch up with you at the first rest stop in Hove, down by the prom on the lawn there." Lawrence had work to do in his official capacity. As soon as Debbi appeared beyond the screened off area, she was clocked as an attractive single female rider and a prime candidate for 'clothed male naked female' photo opportunities by the onlookers who had thus far been kept at arms length. Debbi good naturedly complied with numerous requests, as she slowly filtered into the line of riders that was starting to snake out of the bottleneck at the park entrance. The excited whoops of the riders grew louder !

Debbi was thoroughly enjoying the carnival atmosphere of the ride and the freedom of being naked outside without fear of censure or embarrassment. She was embedded in the body of the crowd and adopted by two slightly creepy middle aged nudists, who she nevertheless felt confident she could handle. There were cheers and shouts from the riders as they progressed, accompanied by yells of encouragement from onlookers and supporters, with only the occasional catcall that could easily be shrugged off. The agreed route had been cleared of traffic by the police, who were mostly a benign presence.

It was as they entered the town proper after about twenty minutes that Debbi hit a snag. The riders were heading noisily along a busy shopping street when her bike shed a chain. Forced to stop, her companions offered to help. "No, you carry on, it won't take me a second to fix" said Debbi, secretly not sorry to be able to brush them off. However, her confidence about fixing the problem was misplaced. Bikes seemed to have got a lot more complicated since her early teens when she had last ridden. She struggled with the errant chain as the other riders streamed steadily past.

Debbi's status had instantly changed from being just one small part of a mass of speeding eccentrics, to being a conspicuously naked single attractive female. A little crowd began to gather around her. "Need any help darling ?" a rough voice asked. This time Debbi felt more inclined to accept the offer. A large tattooed guy with a shaven head stepped forward and bent to inspect the chain, eager to be at eye level with Debbi's crotch ! Happily, he did know what he was about and a few spins of the wheel confirmed that the chain was once more fully functional, just in time to see the last of the naked ride disappearing round a bend in the road.

"Which way did they go ?" Debbi cried. "Bear right, then first left, you'll soon catch them up" a voice called, as Debbi set off in hot pursuit. Unfortunately, the voice that had called out belonged to one of those curious individuals that always has to think twice to distinguish their left from their right ! Debbi did not register the corrected cry of "Sorry, that should be first right !" She suddenly found herself cycling amidst increasingly heavy traffic, rather than the nice clear passage the police and organisers had agreed on. And instead of being just an anonymous part of the crowd, she was now very conspicuous and very naked ! With no clothes or possessions, since she had recklessly left those with Lawrence. And amongst bystanders who may have been unaware of the ride and unprepared for such an encounter.

"Nice ass luv !" "Look at the tits on that !" "What on earth do you think you're doing girl ?" Things reached a head when she had to stop at a set of traffic lights alongside a bus full of rowdy football fans ! Debbi felt a familiar blush spreading to her face as angry mothers dragged their children away, casting dirty looks in her direction. "Does anyone know where the naked bike ride went ?" she cried desperately. This was found to be highly amusing by most who heard it. "No, but I know where one naked bike rider is !" yelled one clever voice in response. A young woman with purple hair came up to Debbi. "Your best bet is to head to the sea front, they take a rest break there. About half a mile straight down" she pointed.

Naked, her money and clothes left with Lawrence, Debbi had little alternative but to trust in this advice. She endured more embarrassment as a lone rider through more busy streets but became a little more optimistic as the vista began to open out in front of her and she could see the sea. "They're all down there, a few hundred yards" a helpful voice called out. Debbi could just about make out the noise and activity !

Debbi rode furiously along the seafront, past shouts of both ridicule and encouragement, hurrying to rejoin the rest of the naked bike ride at their first rest stop. It was an extensive stretch of lawn on which the riders were dancing to loud pop music blaring from speakers. Debbi was relieved to be back among the anonymity of the crowd, where her nudity once more became the norm. But her relief would not be complete until she hooked up again with Lawrence, who was looking after her clothes and bag. She wheeled her bike between the throng, scouring the scene for the photographer.

Debbi felt a hand on her shoulder. "Where have you been sweet pea ?" Lawrence asked. "I got lost" Debbi explained. "That was you was it ? I might have guessed !" Lawrence laughed. "I was with one of the stewards and she was getting all these reports over her radio about a lost nudie, tearing around in circles like a blue assed fly, trying to find everyone else !" "That was me" Debbi admitted ruefully. "They were trying to catch you to point you in the right direction but you kept flying off before they could get to you. How on earth did you get lost anyway ?" said Lawrence. Debbi related the saga of the bike chain as she eagerly drank from the water bottle that Lawrence offered. "Do you want to carry your bag now in case you get lost again ?" he teased. "I have no intention of getting lost again" Debbi insisted forcefully. "Where will you be ?" she enquired. "I'll be at the next rest stop and then at the end of the ride on the beach" replied Lawrence.

Because of her late arrival, Debbi had no time to either rest or bop to the music as the ride was already beginning to resume. She eased herself into the stream of riders alongside a group of students from the local university. She had regained her equilibrium and once more began to have fun with the carnival atmosphere as they progressed through the picturesque streets of the arty sector of town. The second rest stop was based around a small leafy park with an oldies rock band that had also decided to play in the nude, not an altogether wise decision aesthetically ! This time Debbi had a chance to join in dancing with the students.

Lawrence found Debbi easily enough this time. "How's the official job going ?" she asked, pointing to the camera equipment. "Fine I think" Lawrence answered. "Can't really go wrong with all this material. Tell you what though, see that fountain over there ? How about climbing in and and then up onto the plinth to cool off ? I'm sure others will follow." It had turned into a hot sunny afternoon and Debbi was feeling playful after her earlier scare. She walked across the small side street and stepped into the shallow pool surrounding the fountain, soon attracting the attention of amused bystanders as Lawrence began to take photographs. She climbed up onto the stone surrounds of the fountain itself and began to whoop and wave as she took an impromptu shower ! Her student companions from the most recent part of the ride soon followed suit and it was not long before the fountain was engulfed by a dozen or more revellers and a laughing crowd of spectators and photographers. Lawrence was well satisfied with the novelty addition that he was getting to his portfolio for the day !

The naked bike riders began their final loop from the fountain rest stop, up onto the heights behind the town and then back down to the sea. The streets were emptier and the noisome enthusiasm began to flag a little but the carnival atmosphere returned as they hit the beach. Debbi had been happy to take that final part of the ride quietly and serenely but was now up for more fun on the beach. If you think of miles and miles of golden sand on hearing the term beach, then Brighton beach comes as a severe disappointment, being made up entirely of stones and pebbles. But that did not stop the bike riders, who were eager for a late afternoon party and skinny dip !

Debbi was still loosely in the company of the university students. It was not possible to run down to the sea over the sharp pebbles, everyone made slow and careful progress with arms held wide to keep balanced. The tide was out, which made for a longer walk to the water's edge but also meant that the pebbles finally began to give way to sand. At last able to dive into the surf, Debbi frolicked around with whoever was close by, revelling in the freedom. A couple of boisterous youths ducked her fully underwater but she enjoyed the fun. After half an hour in the sea, she realised that she really needed to find Lawrence but looking back to the beach, she was reassured to see him pointing his long lens at her. She gave a cheerful wave to which he responded.

Making her way back up the beach was a painstaking business over the pebbles but Lawrence met her halfway to give her a hand. "Have you had fun princess ?" he asked her. "Great, a lovely day" Debbi replied. "Well, apart from getting lost !" They joined several others who were now sitting or lying to dry off and catch some sun. Debbi told more of her impressions from the ride and Lawrence reported that the organisers seemed happy with the kind of material he had taken. Despite the literally tens of thousands of photos snapped at the event, they wanted a professional and somewhat left field depiction to push their message.

Eventually Debbi stood, ready to leave. "Hold it" laughed Lawrence. "I have to get a photo of this !" He showed Debbi the picture he had just taken. It was of her bum but after sitting for some time on the stones and pebbles of the beach, it had a vivid imprint on it just like a chess board ! They both laughed. "Here are your clothes precious" said Lawrence, handing over the bag. Debbi adopted a petulant little girl face. "Don't want want to get dressed." "Well, I could try taking you home like this but I think it might cause a bit of a stir on the train !" Debbi giggled and slipped on her knickers, t-shirt and jeans.

On the train back to London, she fell asleep with her head on Lawrence's shoulder. I'm getting quite fond of her, he thought. But not fond enough to have any scruples about exploiting her image, as she scanned the photos he had taken to see which ones featuring Debbi could be cropped for inclusion on his lucrative web site !

Debbi and Lawrence met up for a drink in the pub a couple of weeks after the naked bike ride. Debbi was unaware of the threads in various online voyeur forums. Thousands of photos had been taken at the event and dozens of women were popular but Debbi had proved to be a particular hit. She was known as 'Wrong Way Girl' because of her exploits when getting lost and was garnering a lot of attention. Photos of her looking bemused and bewildered amongst cars and buses while she was lost were especially popular, as were those taken of her starring role at the fountain rest stop ! Lawrence had been able to post a discrete link to his dedicated online gallery of her, which had considerably increased traffic to that site and consequently boosted advertising revenue.

They were watching people enjoying their evening socialising in the pub. Debbi had been earlier bemoaning the lack of opportunity to go naked since Brighton. "Ever wondered what it would be like to be naked in a pub full of clothed people ?" Lawrence challenged her. Debbi giggled. "It'd be funny" she replied. "Why not give it a go ?" Lawrence persisted. "Not here, not now !" Debbi laughed. "No, but I have a friend who runs a quiet country pub that can be hired for a private function one afternoon" Lawrence elaborated. He could see the cogs in Debbi's mind working, the recently awakened exhibitionist streak in her craving fulfilment.

"What would I do ?" she asked tentatively. "Just what you'd normally do in a pub, except you'd take all your clothes off and I'd snap a few pics !" She giggled again. "Sit at the bar, chat to people, play a few games of pool, that kind of thing. Sit in the beer garden if it's a nice day" Lawrence continued. "Who'd be there ?" said Debbi, not rejecting the idea out of hand. "Just some trusted regulars at the pub that my friend would invite. Connoisseurs of the female form !" replied Lawrence. "Where is it ? What if someone who knows me is there ?" Lawrence reassured her. "It's over an hour's drive away in the Cotswolds. You don't know anyone out that way do you ?" Debbi admitted that she didn't. "I can give him a call, arrange it for a Saturday afternoon later this month ?" Lawrence persisted. "OK, why not ? You're on" laughed Debbi !

Debbi sat back excitedly as Lawrence drove out into the leafy hills. "I hope they don't think I'm some kind of porn star ?" she asked, a little nervously. She wanted to have fun but had become somewhat concerned about the context. "Nah, I just told them you're a naughty exhibitionist who likes running around with no clothes on !" Debbi giggled. "Is that what I am ?" she wondered aloud. "The evidence is certainly beginning to point that way precious" laughed Lawrence. He had told his friend at the pub that they could look but not touch and that he was to be the only one taking photos. He wasn't too concerned about how strictly these two conditions would be adhered to. As long as things stayed within reasonable bounds, all would be well.

After an hour's drive, they pulled into what was already a well populated car park. "Looks like you'll have plenty of fans sweetness" said Lawrence. Debbi's giggle now took on a decidedly nervous edge. The entrance to the pub was locked with a notice on the door saying it was closed for a private function. The trusted regulars had all paid a small fee and were still paying for their drinks anyway, so the landlord wasn't losing out. Lawrence knocked on the door and they were welcomed inside.

"What would you like to drink ?" their host enquired. Since he was driving, Lawrence took coffee but Debbi went for white wine to ease her nerves. Her arrival had caused the expected stir. Apart from the barmaid, she was the only female present, so it was clear who she was. Some of the punters had looked at Lawrence's web site in any case and recognised Debbi. They seemed an affable bunch, well aware of what they were likely to enjoy !

As they were finishing their drinks, Lawrence switched to a more businesslike mode. "It's gonna be a straight nude shoot. Whip your kit off and have a little fun around the pub while the lads get an eyeful" he began. "As soon as you've finished your drink, pop into the ladies and head out when you're ready. I've brought a robe from the studio in case you want to take a break along the way." Debbi headed for the rest room carrying the robe, a sign for heightened interest among the guys who had been drinking and watching a match on TV. Debbi knew that she had agreed to this and hadn't taken much persuasion but it did seem a bit surreal as she stripped off. She was getting a familiar buzz, however, and she felt safe within Lawrence's care and was able to push to one side any thoughts that she was maybe starting to enjoy this a bit too much. It's fun, she told herself, and nobody from my normal life is here or will ever know.

As she exited the rest room clad in the robe, the atmosphere had shifted with a tinge of excitement in the air. The television had been switched off and the chatter eased, with all eyes drawn to Debbi causing her to blush slightly. "Alright, nice and natural" said Lawrence. "Just mingle as if you weren't completely naked. Start playing some pool and don't worry, you don't have to be any good !" Debbi nodded. "OK, I'll look after your robe." Debbi swallowed and slipped the robe from her shoulders. There was a brief round of applause and a couple of whistles from the patrons. Debbi smiled politely and gave a little modest wave. Here we go, she thought, have fun girl !

Debbi began to move towards the pool table. Lawrence called to the excited regulars. "Alright, alright. Get used to it gentlemen. You can look all you want but act casual and carry on as usual. She'll come over to you." Debbi picked up a cue and began lining up shots on the table. People were eager to leer at her protruding behind and her breasts squished up against the cloth. She was acutely aware of being the centre of attention and was experiencing mixed feelings of freedom, embarrassment and exhilaration.

Debbi knocked a few balls around the table for effect, walking around it to reach the cue ball as she did so. Lawrence had been snapping away. "Take your time walking around sweet pea. Stop and pose a little with the cue." Debbi poked her tongue out at him but nevertheless struck a pose. "Grab someone for a game" Lawrence called. Debbi strode confidently over to a couple of slightly scruffy younger lads. "Would you like to play with me ?" she laughed flirtatiously. The pair looked a little astonished and nervously followed her up to the table. If anything, they seemed intimidated by her nudity and gave her an exaggeratedly wide berth as they all took their shots.

"One more game of this, pick someone else Deb" directed Lawrence. Debbi was this time confronted by a sea of imploring gazes as she surveyed the bar. She selected at random an elderly gent in a flat cap that had seen better days, much like himself ! Despite that, he eagerly accepted and as Debbi began reorganising the table, she felt a hand casually stroking her back and thighs. Dirty old man, she giggled to herself. Lawrence was quick to photograph the action. They began to play and in contrast to the previous lads, her opponents hands were never far from her body and the old pervert's face was folded into a constant grin of delight as he gawped at her assets almost as intently as Lawrence's camera !

The game ended and Lawrence said "Pop yourself up on the side of the table Deb. Just have a little sit on the end there, move your legs around a bit." Debbi pulled herself up onto the wooden sides and allowed her legs to part. Lawrence called for her to be given a drink and an eager punter soon arrived to hand her a glass of white wine. "That's it, like you're enjoying a nice glass of Chardonnay" Lawrence encouraged as she leaned back and sipped. "Take it slow. Nice and relaxed. Like you don't even care that everyone's getting an eyeful of your fanny !" he said happily as the regulars looked and laughed and Debbi giggled.

Debbi finished her glass of wine and then on her own initiative she edged fully onto the pool table, pulling her ankles upwards until she was rocking on her smooth bottom. Now not only was her pussy considerably more visible to a wider number of onlookers but her puckered little ass-hole was on full display too ! She lingered in the pose, a grin of vacant contentment on her face, before snapping out of it and jumping back onto her feet. "I'm so sorry, that was much too rude" she apologised, blushing profusely. The pub regulars were quick to reassure her that they had not been in any way offended , while Lawrence was more than pleased with the photos he was getting !

While a group of the regulars guided Debbi to the bar and brought her another drink, Lawrence scouted the pub's garden. He found plenty of potential for further shots. "Finish your drink princess and then when you're ready, we can go outside into the garden." Debbi was worried about privacy. Everyone in the pub knew what they were there for but she did not want to scandalise any passers by. She soon found that was not a problem, however. The pub building shielded the garden from the road and the grounds had a thick border of trees. There were a couple of old barns, a church steeple and some rolling hills dotted with a few sheep but nothing close enough to be of concern.

The cheerful regulars followed Debbi and Lawrence outside as they headed for a somewhat underwhelming play area with a few swings, a see-saw and a sand pit. "Time to release that inner child even more snowdrop" Lawrence said, as Debbi laughed. "Pop yourself on the central swing. Just recline a little, open your legs a bit, hold onto the chains so we get a nice look at your tits !" Debbi leaned backwards as if trying to get the sun on her face, her chest pushed forwards. This produced successful shots for Lawrence but it was difficult to spread her thighs much in the small seat. She kept trying but it was too hard to stay seated on the elevated rubber without sliding forward.

Together with Lawrence, she came up with a solution by adopting a squatting position with her bare feet rested on the seat. This worked well, with everyone given a stark view of her neat little snatch ! Debbi tried to rock gently back and forth but her thighs began to quiver from the strain of maintaining the pose. The punters had gotten a good look and Lawrence some splendid shots, so he told Debbi to relax and sit comfortably. "Fantastic cupcake. Put your legs down now, don't hurt yourself. We're going to grab a couple of blokes to give you a few pushes !"

Debbi sat back down onto the seat of the swing. The first happy drinker took his place behind her and eagerly grasped the cheeks of her bottom, though high enough not to just shunt her forward off of the seat. He pushed firmly and Debbi found herself caught in a steady gentle rhythm, never going higher than a few feet from the ground. Her beasts bounced happily as she swung. The second volunteer placed his hands higher on her back which gave him the leverage to push harder and with more gusto. Consequently, Debbi was launched higher into the air. She hung on tightly to the chains as she soared and began to glimpse isolated house beyond the trees. She doubted that she herself would be visible from outside though.

"That was fun" she announced to Lawrence as she was allowed to slow down and come to a stop. "Fancy trying the see-saw goddess ?" asked Lawrence. "I guess so" Debbi answered. There was no lack of volunteers to place themselves at the opposite end of the pivoting bench. The wine she had consumed was making her head spin to some extent but not enough to make her nauseous. The bearded guy at the other end of the see-saw was significantly heavier and so each time Debbi was propelled upwards, her tight behind left the seat to be deposited with a resounding slap when she came back down again. All of her bits seemed to be bouncing provocatively as she continued her journey up and down. "Enough" laughed Debbi eventually.

Lawrence cast his eye at the sandpit. "Want to make sand castles ?" he suggested. "Don't be silly" Debbi laughed but she might have thought that childish activity was a better option when Lawrence and some of the others began digging a hole in the pit into which to insert Debbi ! She was laid down and buried up to her neck and then Lawrence cleared away three strategically placed holes to expose her tits and pussy. "Very arty" he decided, pleased with the effect as he took his photographs. Helping hands then cleared away the rest of the sand and Debbi was helped out.

"I've got sand everywhere and I mean everywhere !" she complained, trying to brush it off. "OK, so who wants to hose her down ?" laughed Lawrence. "Nooooo !" squealed Debbi as a hose of cold water was pointed at her. Shrieks and yelps permeated the air but it was a highly efficient way of removing the unwanted sand ! It did, however, leave her wet and dripping. Debbi was laughing and cursing Lawrence good naturedly when the barmaid emerged from the pub with a large fluffy towel, for which Debbi thanked her.

Once it was decided that she would no longer drip and make a mess all over the floor, the group made their way back inside the pub. "You can get dressed again now Deb if you like" said Lawrence. "Not much point now is there" Debbi giggled. "Who's going to buy me a drink ?" Lawrence sat quietly, marvelling at the transformation that had recently come over the serious career woman. She sat laughing, chatting and drinking with the guys, entirely at ease with her total nudity, until the landlord reluctantly announced that he was going to have to open up for the evening trade and Debbi had to retire to the rest room to get dressed !
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Debbi and the Russians

The phoned rang. Debbi answered.

"Hello sweet pea"

"Hi Lawrence"

"How are your nipples today ?"

"Succulent"

"Good. I wondered, can you help me out with a project on Saturday ?"

"Will I have to wear any clothes ?"

"No"

"Good, then I'll do it !"

"I've got a commission from this Russian oligarch. He wants a boudoir shoot of his trophy wife but he wants her as a dominatrix with another naked woman."

"Kinky. I don't want to be whipped !"

"No, it's all strictly play acting and I'll look after you."

Debbi giggled. "Sounds like it'll be an experience. What time shall I come over ?"

"It's not at the studio, he wants it shot at his place, he's got equipment there or something."

"Kinkier and kinkier !"

"I'll make sure you're OK. I'll pick you up at eleven and we'll head over to Ascot."

"OK, see you !"

Debbi was wearing her usual weekend outfit of t-shirt, cargo pants and knickers with no bra when Lawrence came to take her to the oligarch's discrete executive pad, just beyond the race course. Standing behind a high wall topped with razor wire, the extent of the rounds came as a surprise once they had been buzzed through the entrance. To one side of the sprawling house was a paddock and what looked like stables. Guess they're into horses, Debbi thought.

An English butler greeted them at the door, smartly dressed though not in an old fashioned uniform. He led them into a spacious drawing room and offered tea which Debbi and Lawrence accepted. They were soon joined by their host, a youthful looking forty something with a trimmed salt and pepper beard. Softly spoken, his accented speech was not easy to follow but he exuded a quiet authority. Unknown to Debbi, he had selected her for this role from seeing Lawrence's dedicated web site and he was not disappointed by her appearance this morning.

The formal but friendly atmosphere became more charged with the arrival of the trophy wife. A statuesque blonde Ukrainian, she provided a stark contrast with the brunette Debbi. And although she was in reality only a couple of inches taller, she towered over Debbi on account of the vertiginous high heels she was wearing. The rest of her ensemble was Italian branded skinny jeans and a sequin encrusted top. Her husband introduced her as Natasha. She's probably my age thought Debbi, maybe a year or two younger.

"Thank you for indulging in our little whims" Andrei the oligarch began. Thank you for the size of the fee thought Lawrence, though he did not articulate this thought. "I wanted to capture the youth and beauty of Natasha in a discrete and professional way but we both felt that it would add a little frisson to the occasion if we made things more theatrical with the participation of another beauty." Debbi blushed. "I like to indulge Natasha's playful side" he concluded. The steely and aloof Natasha didn't look particularly playful to Debbi but hey ho she thought, in for a penny in for a rouble !

After finishing their tea, Natasha disappeared and Andrei led Debbi and Lawrence down to the basement. Unlike the tasteful English country house ambience of upstairs, the decor here was all red walls and leather. Andrei indicated that Debbi should get ready while Lawrence set up. Debbi had agreed to come along in order to satisfy her recently aroused exhibitionist streak but now she felt a little awkward taking off her clothes and standing there naked. Her discomfort only increased when Natasha reappeared dressed in a tight black PVC corset with matching thigh high boots and brandishing a whip ! "Don't be concerned " smiled Andrei. "That's just for show !"

Lawrence had been briefed by Andrei on the type of shoot he wanted and he began to direct Debbi and Natasha in a variety of tableaux which he shot from numerous angles, while the oligarch stood back and made sure everything was proceeding to his satisfaction. The mood and concept was playful rather than hardcore. Lawrence had made sure of this beforehand. Despite the size of the fee he was getting, it wasn't enough for him to risk jeopardising his further use of Debbi by scaring her off with an unpleasant experience that she would not enjoy.

The naked Debbi was asked to get down on the floor on all fours while the corseted Natasha placed a high heel lightly on her back and brandished her whip menacingly. On request, Debbi assumed a suitably shocked and worried expression ! While she was still on the floor, they shot another tableaux which involved her stooping to kiss Natasha's feet. Lawrence was careful to keep the attention on Natasha , which is what Andrei was paying for after all. But he kept in mind that he could crop most of the shots to just show Debbi and these he could reuse for her fans on the net, of whom she remained blissfully unaware !

The dungeon shot proceeded, Natasha in her keels towering over a contrite looking Debbi who was standing at attention and being lectured about some imaginary misdemeanour; Debbi on her knees on the sofa as Natasha tapped a cane threateningly against her rear ! It was all going well and Debbi was settling into her role and once more enjoying the freedom of being naked.

They took a short break while Andrei consulted Lawrence. "Andrei wants to know how you feel about playing a pony girl" he asked Debbi. "What's that ?" she answered naively. "We go out in that paddock we saw, they put a little harness on you and you trot around pulling a small cart as Natasha drives you." "I won't be whipped ?" "Of course not, it's all just play like this has been" "Is it still sunny ?" "I think so" "Alright then" said Debbi "That'll be another new experience for sure !"

Natasha brought the necessary accessories for Debbi to wear for the pony girl game play. Firstly, there was a pair of knee length black patent leather boots with extravagant heels. Debbi sat naked to pull them on, Lawrence taking a few discrete photos of the process which could always come in useful for his web site. Debbi stood and got used to tottering about on the heels. Next up was a harness consisting of a series of thick leather straps, buckles and fastenings. Natasha helped Debbi with these. The bands of the harness grasped around her waist just below her rib cage. Two other straps went over her shoulders but left her breasts exposed and thrust out.

A small hat was clipped to Debbi's hair, topped by a flowing plume of luxurious blue feathers. The final item of the outfit was by far the most problematic and Debbi was unsure if she wanted to go that far. A long rich tassel of horse hair hung limply from a smooth bulbous silicone base. A butt plug ! "I can't push that up myself Lawrence" Debbi protested. Lawrence did not want to push his newly acquired exhibitionist asset too far beyond her comfort zone, though he could see that Natasha and her oligarch husband Andrei were disappointed. "You don't have to sweet pea" he replied reassuringly. "But it's nowhere like as bad as it seems. We'll coat it in plenty of lubricant and once it's in, you'll forget it's there !"

Debbi admitted to herself that the visual effect would be spectacular but she remained apprehensive. "I'll help you with it" Lawrence volunteered. He motioned to Debbi to get up onto the red leather sofa on all fours with her bum in the air. Thank goodness he's gay she thought, as she pictured the view she was presenting. If only she knew ! Lawrence applied gel liberally to the head of the tail and began gently to apply pressure to insert it fully into Debbi's rear. Once the initial muscular resistance had relaxed, it went in surprisingly easily and fitted snugly.

"How does it feel ?" Lawrence asked solicitously. "Very strange but not painful" Debbi admitted. "Stand up and get used to it, prance around a bit" suggested Lawrence. Debbi did so and catching sight of herself in the full length mirror, joined in the general laughter and murmurs of approval ! The English butler appeared to announce that the buggy had been prepared ready for use in the paddock and the bizarre party began to make its' way outside !

Having successfully inserted the tail, Debbi's next concern, other than working out how she could walk at all on the towering high heeled boots, was what kind of vehicle she was supposed to pull. The butler wheeled it out of a stable alongside the paddock. It was a cart with thin spoked wheels. To Debbi, it looked like a cross between a Victorian pram and a chariot. It was just high enough for Natasha to sit in, essentially not much more than an extravagant seat on wheels. Flanking either side of the carriage were shafts that rose up from the cart which had leather tipped wrist straps. A set of reins attached to a bit sat on the seat.

"OK, let's get the pretty pony mounted" laughed Lawrence. Debbi poked her tongue out at him. The cart did not seem too heavy and anyway, she was only posing for photos and not giving a dressage demonstration ! She felt a little less comfortable about things as her wrists were fastened tightly to each shaft and a bit shoved between her teeth. The corset clad Natasha clambered into the cart, wielding her whip for effect.

"Andrei thinks we'll get better photos if you move a little Deb" said Lawrence. "He even has some musical accompaniment !" A recording of the William Tell overture blared out. Natasha cracked her whip to a cry of "Hi Ho !" and Debbi attained a fairly admirable speed considering that her heels and bindings were certainly a hindrance. So it was that the pony girl set off on several circuits of the paddock. Debbi's speed increased as Natasha's whip actually made 'accidental' contact with her bare buttocks ! "Sorry" Natasha apologised as an indignant yelp escaped from behind the bit in Debbi's mouth.

Trapped as she was in the shafts, trotting was all Debbi could really do and so trot she did. Lawrence was getting plenty of first rate material and Andrei seemed delighted. The butler remained impassive. Debbi was definitely a sight to behold as she made her way around and around, her pert breasts jiggling obscenely as she began to be run ragged, fearing another swipe from the careless whip that she could hear cracking behind her. Debbi slowed for a final circuit, adopting an exaggerated high knee gait in an uncanny approximation of a prancing horse.

"Whoa there" cried Lawrence. "Anyone got any carrots for a good mare ?" he chuckled. Debbi let him have a flow of good natured invective once the uncomfortable bit was removed from her mouth. "You OK ?" he then asked. "It wasn't the most comfortable thing I've ever done but it was fun" Debbi admitted, breathing heavily. "Not a career I intend to pursue though" she added hurriedly. Natasha unfastened her wrists and Debbi bent so that Lawrence could help to remove the tail from her ass ! "That's better" she sighed as they headed back to the house for the lunch Andrei had organised.

Lawrence was busy cropping the photos from the dominatrix and pony girl shoots, so that only Debbi appeared in the frame and not Natasha. He was then going to upload them to Debbi's gallery on his web site, of which she remained unaware. He was interrupted by a phone call from Andrei. The oligarch had seemed happy enough with how things had gone on the day and was even happier when Lawrence had forwarded the finished products from the session. Now he had another assignment for the photographer. After finishing the conversation, Lawrence picked up the phone and dialled his favourite brunette.

"Hi sweet pea"

"Hi Lawrence"

"Do you fancy taking your clothes off again ?"

Debbi giggled. "I take it that's a yes ?" Lawrence laughed.

"Depends what it is "

"It's for Andrei"

"I won't have to put anything up my bum ?"

"No, just look gorgeous in your birthday suit !"

Andrei was eager for an entree into English high society and he had organised a lavish party for after Ladies Day at the Royal Ascot race meeting. Centrepiece was to be an ornamental fountain in the entrance hall, surrounded by a string quartet playing and topped by a classically posed nude living statue. That would be Debbi of course. This was Andrei's idea of style ! Lawrence was to act as official photographer for the event and would pocket a sizeable fee. Debbi would partake out of the goodness of her heart, though Andrei had provided her and Lawrence with tickets for the Royal Enclosure at the afternoon's racing preceding the party.

"I'll have to book a day off. I'm a serious career woman remember, not some Instagram bimbo" she reminded him. Lawrence smiled, thinking of her gallery where page views were heading north of three quarters of a million !

"I don't have a posh frock suitable for the Royal enclosure" Debbi complained. "I've got that covered sweet pea" said Lawrence. "A friend of mine, Sandy, has a second hand shop near Ascot. All the local celebs dump their designer gear on him after they've worn it once. It wouldn't do for the paparazzi to catch them wearing the same thing twice !" Sandy agreed to open the shop late for them and Lawrence met Debbi after work. Sandy, a camp Scots guy, greeted them at the door, kissing Debbi's hand and blowing extravagant air kisses at Lawrence. "Oh darling, you are just the perfect size. There is going to be so much choice for you here" he gushed at Debbi.

She was overwhelmed by the racks of clothes that lined the walls of the small store and overflowed into the centre. Sandy began pulling out selections. "Come back in the winter princess, I'll have some ravishing cocktail and party dresses for you. But for now, we have to think of the dress code for the Royal enclosure. Something tasteful but not too revealing. From what I hear, you'll be revealing enough later in the day !" he laughed.

There was a tiny cubicle for changing. Debbi stripped off her work clothes down to her knickers and tried on the first dress. She intended going bra-less on the day and so wanted to make sure her nipples would not be too prominent. The mirror in the cubicle was only about a foot away from her body and did not afford a good enough view, so she emerged into the shop to get the opinion of Lawrence and Sandy and to look in the full length mirror there. "It's so cramped in there" she told them. "You might as well change out here in the shop when trying on the others, it's only us girls here !" said Sandy archly.

Debbi did not object. There was a display window out onto the street but it contained a couple of mannequins and the chances of anyone noticing seemed pretty remote. In fact, an elderly couple did wander into the shop noticing that it appeared to be open but Sandy explained that it was a private fitting and that if they returned the next day he would promise to give them his full attention. "Will the young lady still be here ?" the old boy asked mischievously, appraising Debbi in her knickers. "Sadly, I'll be back at work" she told him with a smile.

She was soon standing perfectly at ease in the shop in just her knickers, leafing through the racks as Sandy laid selections on a chair. "I told you she had succulent nipples" said Lawrence, gesturing at her pert breasts where the sensitive nipples were now standing firm and erect. "I know" squealed Sandy. "I'm resisting the urge to suck on them !" Debbi giggled. At length, after much deliberation, they settled on a flowery linen shift that had been exquisitely tailored. "It's a bit more girly than my usual style but it's a special day out" Debbi decided. "And it won't leave any marks on your skin either, for when you take it off later" affirmed the ever practical Lawrence !

Debbi had a brilliant afternoon at the races. The weather was perfect, she was selected for interview by the TV fashion team, during which she named checked Sandy's shop, and she ended up in profit after acknowledging her Italian ancestry by betting on all the rides of the top Italian jockey ! Now it was time for work, if work it could be called. Lawrence whisked her away to Andrei's estate immediately after the last race.

Arriving at the now familiar establishment, Debbi found the entrance had transformed and was now dominated by an ornamental fountain, in the centre of which stood a plinth upon which her naked self would be displayed. "We don't expect you to be stock still like one of those living street statues" explained Lawrence, who had discussed arrangements with Andrei. "You can gracefully change position occasionally to stay comfortable, just be as still and as classical as possible and as classy as you are !" Debbi giggled.

The butler led them to a modest guest room and Lawrence carefully hung up Debbi's clothes while she refreshed with a quick shower and a touch up of her shaving job. "Do I look OK ?" She gave Lawrence a twirl. "Magnificent. I can't find a robe but I think it's about time to get you installed anyway" he said, looking at his watch. Andrei professed himself delighted with the effect once Debbi was in place, ready for the arrival of the first guests. "It'll only be an hour's work" he explained in his heavily accented English. "Once everyone's arrived and gone through to the reception room, you can get dressed and then go and mingle." Lawrence took a few photos of the nude tableaux as Debbi stood, slightly nervous that she was about to become the centre of attention for an influx of rich celebs and socialites !

Debbi had thought that she would enjoy being the centre of attention as Andrei's guests arrived but the reality of being the only one naked amongst all these expensively dressed and well heeled people was proving to be a mixed experience. There was only the sound of distant music from the main hall and Debbi was disconcerted to be able to hear clearly all that was being said.

"Oh my God, how tacky is that ?" "Typical new money, no idea of what real class means !"

These remarks from the aristocratic horsey types among the guests. The contingent of invited footballers with their WAGs had a different take on things.

"What an old slapper ! Is that cellulite on her thighs ?" From a WAG. "You're just jealous. I'd give her one !" From a footballer. "You'd shag anything that moves !" From the WAG. Debbi felt her face flush as she tried to hold her pose. "Come on everyone, selfies, selfies !" cried one of the WAGs as they crowded at the foot of Debbi's fountain. "I've got to get this for my page, it'll get loads of likes and comments !" gushed the WAG. Debbi hadn't envisaged this escapade getting internet coverage and was slightly alarmed, unaware as she was of the amount of (un)coverage that Lawrence had already afforded her.

Many other comments were much more enjoyable and complimentary and restored her spirits. These were often from guests of a more mature vintage.

"Delightful !" "Most fetching " "My, that's a fine sight for these old eyes !"

The TV fashion crew arrived. "I say, didn't we interview that girl this afternoon ? It was you wasn't it darling ?" the male presenter asked Debbi. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to speak. "Er, yes" she stammered. Lawrence stepped in. "She's only here for a little longer and then we're going to mingle. You can chat then" he explained. "Is she going to mingle like that ?" asked the female presenter, pointing at the unclad Debbi. "I don't think so" grinned Lawrence. "Oh come on, join us in the nuddy, much more fun" urged the camp male fashionista !
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Debbi and the lingerie party

Debbi decided against mingling with the party guests in the nude and had got dressed again in her posh Ascot frock, ignoring some catty remarks about 'isn't that the same dress she was wearing this afternoon ?' Lawrence was watching her happily being chatted up by the footballers when Andrei approached him. "That was very successful Lawrence, thank you. All of my guests were most impressed and it had just the impact I was hoping for." Lawrence decided not to mention some of the more disparaging comments he had overheard and returned the thanks.

"I have a proposition from some of my friends back in Moscow regarding Miss Debbi" the oligarch continued. Lawrence raised an eyebrow. "They run a real time streaming service from multiple apartments where they have set up several cameras and people can view pretty girls going about their daily business. They have many Russian and Serbian girls but are desperate to expand their portfolio with a classy English girl and are very excited by what they have seen of your Debbi on the web site." Lawrence pondered. "Well, she's not exactly 'my' Debbi. We have a rather unusual business relationship. She's kind of an enthusiastic amateur. I'm doubtful she'd go for this." Andrei persisted. "There would be no need for her to put on any show. Just forget the cameras are there and eat, sleep, relax, exercise, shower, masturbate, whatever she would normally do in the privacy of her own home. It would be very lucrative." Lawrence would make no promises but "I'll think of the best way to broach the subject."

In fact, Lawrence had no intention of making Debbi aware of the Russians' offer but the conversation had sown the germ of an idea. An opening to pursue that idea came sooner than expected as they were driving home later. "That is such a fabulous place Andrei has" Debbi said. "It makes my place seem so small and dingy, it really needs redecorating." Cogs began to whir in Lawrence's brain. "You told me you had to go to that IT conference in a couple of weeks ?" "Yeah, that'll be tedious." "Why don't you leave me your keys ? I've got a mate who's an interior decorator, very highly thought of. We'll give your place a thorough makeover while you're away and you won't have to put up with any of the mess." "But I can't afford that" Debbi replied. "He's looking for a place to demonstrate his talents for promotional purposes. I'll take some before and after photos and he'll do it just for cost of basic materials." Debbi was delighted. "Really ? OK. you're on !"

Debbi spent an exciting afternoon with Lawrence's friend Alfredo looking over his designs for the makeover to her little terraced house. He was a minor genius, she would never have realised what a difference could be made and the quoted price was well within her budget and would be offset by the boost in value of the property. She was more than willing to let Lawrence's photos of before and after be used to publicise Alfredo's business. And it would all be done with the minimum of inconvenience to her while she was away at the IT conference.

Lawrence stood in Debbi's house with Alfredo and his own IT expert Dave. "So you can link all the cams to the net via a closed circuit and we can control access through the web site ?" Lawrence asked. "Sure" said Dave. "Link from Deb's photos, that you've already got set up, to a couple of cameras giving free access as a tease. Then keep all the good stuff like the bedroom and the bathroom behind a pay wall for members only. It'll be a gold mine !" Lawrence turned to Alfredo. "But how safely can you camouflage them ? She hasn't signed up for this remember and can't know they're there." "Trust me, these need the tiniest aperture. I've done so many offices to monitor employees. Just let me know where you want them, that's the fun part !"

They spent the rest of the first day deciding on the locations for the hidden cams. The free access ones would be two in the living room and one in the kitchen. Lawrence didn't know all of Debbi's habits when she was alone at home relaxing but he felt pretty confident that she would spend at least some time in a state of deshabille in these places, which would entice potential customers. Another camera went in the entrance hall and one pointed at the garden patio. Then for the money shots, there were two giving alternate views of the bath and shower and in the bedroom, one pointed at the bed and the other gave a wide angle view from Debbi's dressing table. They could not be changed once installed and hidden, so the men were careful to inspect the views portrayed through Dave's laptop. Then just trust to hope that Debbi's unwary antics would take place within full view. "Now all we need is our star" laughed Lawrence !

Lawrence sat happily with his feet up, glass of wine in hand and laptop propped open, watching his favourite model and cash cow onscreen in the shower at her home. She was currently engaged in shaving her pubes for his viewing benefit and for the benefit of several thousand worldwide who were online at any given time.

When Debbi had returned home from the IT conference to see the conversion job that Alfredo had done on her place, she was absolutely delighted and could not have been more fulsome in her praise for his efforts when she saw Lawrence. Her approval did not match that of Lawrence, however, as he appraised the fruits of their labours from the hidden cameras before going live online. He knew from inspecting them himself that they were virtually 100% concealed but he wanted to make sure that Debbi remained totally unaware of their existence and wait a few days before launching. He was pleased to discover that Debbi's habitual dress code while home alone was t-shirt and knickers only, thus ensuring there would be a a tease to attract punters to the free cameras in the kitchen and living room. Worries that the bathroom cameras would steam up proved to be groundless and Lawrence delighted in Debbi's masturbatory routines in her bedroom. One favoured position, on all fours with her bum pointing directly at the hidden camera on her dressing table, was going to prove a great hit !

Within days of going live there was a lively exchange on the online forum Lawrence had set up, with comments and screen grabs printed and the numbers prepared to pay for subscription to the premium cams far exceeding his expectations. As he watched Debbi in the shower this evening, Lawrence decided to give those viewing on the free cams a treat. He called Debbi's mobile and smiled as he saw her scamper naked from the bathroom to the living room to pick up the phone. "Hello" she answered breathlessly. "Hi sweet pea, it's me. What were you up to, you sound out of breath ?" Lawrence teased her. "Er, I was just in the other room" Debbi answered no-concomitantly. Lawrence continued "Anyway, why I'm calling. You remember Karen, the area rep for the naughty knickers mob ?" Debbi did remember. "She has a new line and needs someone to host a house-party at the weekend, someone let her down. So naturally I thought of you. Could you rustle up some girlie friends for a fun evening on Sunday ?"

Lawrence watched the screen as Debbi pondered. He was a generous host for his audience of freeloaders he thought, giving them a full frontal bonus view. "I reckon so" Debbi answered at last. "Could be a laugh. You'd never guess what us girls get up to at such parties" she laughed. No, thought Lawrence but I and a multitude of others are going to get a chance to find out !

Debbi had laid in three bottles of wine to cater for most tastes and was busy laying out a selection of nibbles on the coffee table in the living room. Girlie evenings were not really her thing, she normally felt more comfortable in the company of men, but she could enjoy them once in a while. She did not really know what to expect from the evening though, she had been kidding with Lawrence when she'd remarked about the things women got up to at these risque lingerie parties. She was wearing t-shirt and sweats, figuring these would be easy to take off if she was trying anything on. She hadn't bothered putting on any of her own underwear.

Debbi's place was not that big, so she had just invited Carol and Sandra from work. Carol's daughter Charlotte was coming too and the evening would be run by the knicker company rep Karen. Lawrence watched the scene contentedly on his screen. The living room cameras appeared to give good coverage of multiple angles as Debbi moved around preparing things. And his loyal band of viewers should get excellent views of whatever uncoverage the unaware women might provide. He had flagged up the evening on the online forum as a bonus offering on the free cameras, in the hope of drawing a crowd and later subscriptions to the premium cams that broadcast Debbi's more intimate moments.

The women began to arrive as Lawrence continued watching and he reviewed the raw material that would be available for the evening. He knew that in the worst case scenario he could rely on the charms of Debbi who would be the centre of attention in most company. But he hoped for some titillation from the rest of the party too.

Lawrence considered Sandra. God, I hope she keeps her kit on he thought, as the overweight forty something entered. He knew that Charlotte had just turned eighteen and so presented no problems in that regard. She looked quite a nubile kid in her skinny jeans. He already knew Carol and Karen. The rep who often put business his way was older than Debbi, around thirty. She had a hard face and angular features that stopped her from being pretty but she looked in good shape under her smart business suit. I wonder if that'll be coming off, thought Lawrence ?

Carol was mid thirties and beginning to take on more of a matronly appearance but she might still appeal to a certain constituency among his customers and as far as Lawrence was concerned, seeing her exposed on the screen could be a laugh and a bit of poetic justice ! Time for the show to commence !

Lawrence watched attentively as events from the knicker party unfolded on screen. He was watching with professional detachment, trying to see things through the eyes of his online punters and wondering if they would be satisfied. Because the participants all had no idea they were being filmed, Lawrence could not direct what might happen in any way and so was reliant on what the attendees might get up to. In the worst case scenario, he was pretty sure that Debbi would put on a show and that his audience were not yet in any way blase regarding her charms, especially those who only viewed on the free cams. This would be a special evening for them.

Karen the company rep had arranged in advance that Debbi would model the new range during the evening. Once the women had settled and the wine had begun to flow, Karen laid out the merchandise and Debbi stripped off her sweatshirt and joggers to stand naked before them ( and her global audience ! ) "Blimey Deb, you're bold" laughed Sandra. "What ?" Debbi countered. "It's only us here and it's a lot easier like this." Karen admired her professionalism. Over the next half hour, Debbi was in and out of various items of lingerie and novelty wear, posing and pirouetting to increasing hilarity from the other women.

Debbi stood naked again. "Who else wants to try on something ?" Karen asked. "Not me but there's one or two things I might buy if you go up to my size" Sandra answered. "It'd be a big surprise for my Jim" she continued, to laughter from the others. Lawrence was relieved that his viewers would not have to endure the sight of the hefty Sandra getting undressed but he wondered if any of the others might have loosened up a little by now. Carol stood up. "Why not ?" she said "there are a few things I fancy" "Muuum !" protested Charlotte, as her mother began unzipping her dress. "Don't be daft Lotty, you've seen me changing loads of times. It's not like we're on TV or something !"

Lawrence smiled to himself as he thought of the thousands who were now watching Carol standing there in her matching bra and pants as she selected something from the range in her correct size. She slipped off her bra to reveal her matronly tits which sagged a little but were still surprisingly firm for her age. Slipping off her panties showed the world that she had a neatly trimmed thatch. Carol tried on a thong that disappeared up her meaty bum. "I never get used to wearing these things but Derek'll like it" she giggled. "Muuum !" protested Charlotte.

A nice little bonus for the viewers thought Lawrence, as for the next quarter of an hour both Debbi and Carol tried on various sets of lingerie as they began to decide what they might buy. Lawrence checked out the online forum and was gratified with the mainly positive response that the evening was getting. Charlotte finally decided to try something on. To Lawrence's further amusement, he watched as she demurely turned herself away from the other women to shield her tits and pussy, not realising that the hidden camera angles were displaying them perfectly to the watching world !

Karen did not try on any new outfits but was persuaded to strip down to her bra and pants to show which of the range she favoured. It would have reflected badly on the company if she had not been wearing their stuff ! Lawrence happily surveyed the scene, which was now depicting Debbi and Carol in the nude plus Karen and Charlotte in their underwear as he heard Karen ask "Who's ready to have a look at the sex toys ?"

Let's have some more wine first" said Carol, in response to Karen's suggestion that they look at the range of sex toys. She put her own turquoise Marks & Sparks bra and knicker set back on, while Debbi remained in the nude and Karen displayed the company lingerie she had chosen to wear that day. Lawrence watched the feed from the hidden cams with satisfaction on behalf of his online audience. Charlotte began to gather her clothes. "Can you order these things for me mum ?" she asked , handing Carol a piece of paper. "I told Adam to pick me up here, we're going to a late movie." Adam was her boyfriend.

The watching Lawrence then heard the sound of the door bell ringing. "I'd better get that since I'm the only one dressed" said Sandra. Charlotte had just finished dressing when Sandra returned with a rather gauche looking young man in tow, whose eyes shot out on stalks as he surveyed the scene that greeted him ! "Adam, my favourite boy !" cried the tipsy Carol as she stepped forward to give him a big hug. The boy blushed fiercely, clearly disconcerted to be so approached by his girlfriend's mother dressed only in her underwear. "Muuum !" protested Charlotte. "What ?" responded Carol, striking a pose with hands on hips. "He's almost family now" she laughed.

Carol completed the introductions. "You've met Sandra. This is Karen and nudie girl there is Debbi, my boss." "Er, yes" mumbled Adam. "I saw you at the fashion show" he said to Debbi. "Then you saw rather a lot of her" laughed Carol. "He's seeing rather a lot of me now !" chuckled Debbi. "Would you like coffee Adam ?" she teased. "I can't offer you wine cos you're driving." "Oh, um, yeah, that'd be..." Adam began but Charlotte interrupted, grabbing her boyfriend's arm and dragging him towards the door. "No time, we're leaving, we've got a movie to catch" she said. "Have fun kids" called Carol. "Um, lovely to meet you ladies" stammered the polite young man, as he was reluctantly ushered from the room by his girlfriend.

"You are wicked Carol" laughed Debbi once the young couple had left. "Well, it's about time he had his eyes opened a little" responded Carol. "Oh, I think his eyes were open wide enough as it was !" asserted Sandra. "And while we're talking about being wicked, who wants to inspect the sex toys ?" said Karen, ever the salesperson.

Lawrence could never understand the thought processes of internet trolls. He was preparing a response for the online forum linked to Debbi's webcams. Most of those grumbling were freeloaders who did not pay for the premium cams in Debbi's bedroom and bathroom. And they had an evening of free fun and frolics in the living room with nude and scantily clad women. But they were still moaning that they had not been treated to the sight of the women using the range of sex toys on themselves or each other ! Lawrence had to point out that these were not professional cam girls but were ordinary everyday women who had no idea they were being broadcast, who worked together and who, despite the amount of wine consumed, were unlikely to shed their inhibitions to the extent that they would perform sex acts in front of each other !

Karen had got dressed again but Debbi and Carol remained nude and underwear clad respectively , so the punters were still getting a lot for their time. The risque repartee the girls were engaging in was also entertaining and Lawrence reminded the posters that those who paid would no doubt get to see Debbi trying out her purchases in private, or at least what she thought was in private ! When he logged back on the following morning, Lawrence was pleased to see that his position had been supported by a swathe of posters and the trolls had been run off. The forum also sported a number of high quality screen caps from last night.

As Lawrence sipped his morning coffee while watching the onscreen Debbi getting ready for work, his phone rang. He was surprised to hear Sunil. "You know our calendar for the clean water charity ?" Lawrence did indeed recall the calendar they had shot in India as a pretext for some rather more provocative photos of Debbi. "It's kind of taken on a life of its own and is so successful that they want another themed one for next year. And they want the continuity of using the same model. Do you think we can con Debbi again ?" Lawrence thought about Debbi's exhibitionist streak which the India trip had been the catalyst for uncovering. "Oh I doubt that we'll need to con her this time" he replied. "What location did they have in mind ?"
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Debbi in Costa Rica

Initially, Debbi had taken some persuading when told the location of the proposed new charity calendar shoot. "The Amazon rain forest ? No way ! All those snakes and giant creepy crawlies ? And they'll probably shoot me with a poisoned dart and do goodness knows what to me." Lawrence laughed at this outburst. "Your imagination's running away with you Deb. And for a start, we're not going to the Amazon. That's just what the publicity will say. We're going to Costa Rica to stay at a luxury beach side villa. Then we'll take a trip up river for about an hour into a national park. The native village we're going to is used to tourists. They put on an act for visitors and will do that for our shoot too. But they're not really that isolated at all."

Debbi was still wary of all the shots she would have to have prior to the trip. "I don't want my bum looking like a pin cushion !" But this hurdle was overcome and so it was that she found herself lying face down on her sun bed by the side of the villa's private pool, as Lawrence massaged sun screen into her naked buttocks. The question of tanning had led to another argument. Lawrence did not want any tan lines for the shoot and he was looking for a contrast in skin tone between Debbi and the natives and so did not want her tan to get too deep. Another compromise was reached with the copious amounts of sun block he was applying and with the promise there would be time for tanning after the trip to the village and the resultant photography session.

They were interrupted by the arrival of Sunil and a journalist and film crew from the local TV station. "Sunil !" cried Debbi, jumping up to greet him. "I'd give you big hug but I'm covered in this goo" she laughed, gesturing at the sun screen. Sunil made the introduction to the disconcerted journalist Carlos, who was not expecting a naked English woman and who knew he could not broadcast her like that on the evening news ! Lawrence quickly recognised the problem and drew Debbi aside. "It's good publicity for the charity and for the resort here Deb, but I don't think they're ready to see your tits on prime time !" Debbi laughed. "Can't they just shoot head and shoulders ?" she queried. "Too much work with editing, best go inside and slip on a bikini" he suggested.

Debbi's bikini clad appearance on the evening news in Costa Rica made quite an impression. Her personality came over well despite the use of subtitles. And there was a serious insert about the work of the water charity. Although the region has ample rainfall, there is an acute need for purification and sanitation. As a consequence of this appearance, the decision was made that a film crew should accompany them to the native village for the calendar shoot. Hence it was quite a party travelling up river by motorised canoe towards the reservation.

The local organiser Pablo, together with Sunil, had made arrangements with the village chief and so the party was expected. Debbi was immediately swamped by hordes of naked children. Apart from the children, the villagers normally wore western clothes. But when tourists were expected or there was a project such as this, they changed into traditional loin clothes and beads. The women took charge of Debbi and began tugging at her outfit of khaki shirt and shorts. "Looks like they want to get your kit off already Deb" laughed Lawrence.

"Are we shooting right away or what ?" Debbi cried to Lawrence as the film crew began unloading their gear from the canoes. "I need to recce the light and locations first" he called back. "But no problem with you getting naked right away, might as well get everyone used to it !" he laughed. Despite Debbi's recently uncovered exhibitionist streak, she felt a little out of her comfort zone in this environment as the tribeswomen began leading her towards a large hut. "Are you sure?" she called back to Lawrence. "Of course, you'll be fine" he shouted back, already perusing the site for photo opportunities and setting his light meter.

A thought occurred to Lawrence as he watched Debbi being led away to the hut by the women. "Are they going to decorate her ?" he asked Pablo. "It's quite possible" was the reply. "Then can you stop them for now ? I want to take some photos with her just naturally naked, then they can get her up in their war paint later." "OK, shouldn't be a problem" said Pablo, consulting the chief who called over to the women to explain.

Once in the hut, the women resumed tugging at Debbi's clothes. "Yes I know, I get the picture" said Debbi testily as she began unbuttoning her khaki shirt. She was not wearing a bra in this heat and humidity. She stepped out of her matching shorts to reveal a pair of plain white cotton knickers, having decided this would not be the setting for lingerie. The women began to chatter excitedly as Debbi peeled down the knickers and then they seemed confused that in her shaven state there was no pubic hair, even though they were also bare in that respect. Debbi tried to communicate as best she could by sign language as she was thoroughly inspected !

Debbi emerged from the hut, blinking in the strong sunlight and clad only in her thick woollen socks and hiking boots. She was immediately surrounded by excited squealing children. The local film crew began recording. There would have to be judicious editing and / or major pixellation in order for the results to be broadcast on the evening news but they also knew there would be a good market for the 'director's cut'. Lawrence was also photographing the scene. He could select back views for the official calendar and the rest would be additions to his web site. "OK Deb" he called. "We'll take some shots doing domestic chores with the ladies and then we'll go in the river and get you all wet." Debbi was concerned. "There's no piranhas in there is there ? Or those things that swim up your wee ?" Lawrence laughed. "Well don't wee in the river then !" Pablo reassured her. "It's not like the real deep jungle Debbi, there's nothing to be worried about."

Having been convinced of the absence of piranhas in the river, Debbi was happy to frolic in the water with some of the younger women as Lawrence snapped away. He was trusting to his manipulation skills to get enough teasing shots that would be suitable for the official calendar, without having to resort to the coy and contrived poses he had set up for that purpose in India. The freedom he now had to feature Debbi's bum helped in that regard, bums for some reason being perfectly OK with the charity and the wholesalers. He took Debbi a little way into the forest for some tasteful and atmospheric shots among the vegetation before returning her to the hands of the women.

They took Debbi into the hut and began to decorate her naked body with traditional designs, using the juice of various forest plants. Ornamental beads were fastened around her neck and waist. She made a colourful site as she was led back out into the compound where the women attempted to teach her to dance to the rhythms being beaten out on the tribal drums. Debbi was laughing and giggling and surprising herself at how well she was doing with the dance, despite dancing not really being her forte. Lawrence was adding considerably to the material he could sift through later at leisure and use for various purposes.

The party then sat down to eat and to sample the native food , which was washed down with liquor of an unknown origin. Debbi was feeling suitably mellow when Pablo leaned across and told her there was a bit of a problem. "The chief wants to marry you" he announced. "Marry me ?" Debbi spluttered. "OK, so marry's maybe a bit of a euphemism" Pablo admitted. "You mean he wants to shag me ?" Debbi realised. "Yes" confirmed Pablo. "Well tell him he can fuck off !" Debbi snorted angrily. The chief who had been listening intently burst out laughing. "Well, it was worth a try" he said in perfect American accented English. "You speak English" the open mouthed Debbi stated the obvious. "I had a government scholarship to college in LA" he laughed. "I came back to use my business skills for the benefit of my people." He waved his hand at the village scene. "All this is just for the tourists and we get paid handsomely by the holiday companies." Now it was Debbi's turn to laugh. "You're still not shagging me though" she said, taking another swig of native liquor !

Debbi woke to the cacophony of a rain forest dawn. First thought; what are all those critters ? Second thought; where am I ? Third thought; in some kind of hammock. Fourth thought; I'm naked. Fifth thought; Who's this in the hammock with his arms and legs all entwined in mine ? Sixth thought; it's the chief. Seventh thought; when's breakfast ?

These thoughts raced through Debbi's brain in a flash and the last must have been uttered out loud. "I'm afraid we don't run to pancakes and syrup here" the chief apologised. "What about coffee ? You must have coffee in Costa Rica ?" said Debbi. "The film crew may have brought some with them" the chief suggested. "I suppose there's no shower either ?" Debbi grunted. "You should know, you're the water aid charity" the chief countered. "There's always the river !"

Debbi groaned. As she lifted her head to get up and greet the day, she realised that a steam locomotive was running through her brain ! "What was in that liquor last night ?" "Local brew" laughed the chief. "Ughh !" said Debbi as she swung her legs down and headed to the river. Lawrence was outside around a fire.

"Morning Deb"

"Ughh !"

"Hangover ?"

"Ughh !"

"Coffee ?"

"Ughh !"

Debbi went to wash off the warpaint from the previous day and to try desperately to shake the nausea and headache. She succeeded in the former but failed in the latter. Lawrence snapped away with his ever present camera as she walked back unsteadily from the river bank; naked, dripping wet and ashen faced. "The morning after" he joked. "Ughh !" "Are we going get any sense out of you today ?" "Ughh !"

The chief emerged from his hut, now wearing his loincloth. "Here, suck on this if you'll pardon the expression." He offered Debbi the bony looking root of a plant. "Ughh !" Debbi began to suck. Her mouth was suddenly on fire, filled with pins and needles. She spat out fiercely. "You've poisoned me" she cried. "No, no. Stick with it" the chief encouraged her. Against her better judgement, Debbi tried again. It wasn't quite so bad. She tried a third time. "How's the head now ?" "Amazing, I feel perfectly fine" Debbi admitted. "Of course, you need to know the right root" the chief told her. "Can I get some of that coffee ?" Debbi asked Lawrence.

After breakfast, Debbi asked Lawrence what the plan was for the rest of the day. "I've got to look through the shots I took yesterday to make sure I've got all we need before we go back" Lawrence replied. "In the meantime, Pablo's told the chief that you'll help out dancing with the other ladies for some German and Japanese tourists they've got coming shortly." "What ?" Debbi snorted. "Oh come on, don't act all coy. You know you love it" Lawrence laughed !

Debbi had been pleased to discover that the film crew had a supply of corn flakes as well as coffee and she was still tucking into these as the two tourist craft rounded the bend in the river. "Showtime Deb" Lawrence laughed at the naked young woman. She stood up and turned to the chief. "OK, tell them I'll wear the beads but I don't want them painting me again" she said, gesturing at the tribal women. "I've only just managed to wash off the stuff from yesterday." "That's fine, I'll explain" replied the chief as they walked back towards the hut. It was still incongruous to hear his American accent.

A couple of dozen German and Japanese tourists disembarked and stood listening intently to their guide explaining about the village and about the presence of Lawrence and the film crew. The chief and other elders had changed from their usual jeans into loin cloths and they emerged to greet the new visitors, the chief once more playing dumb. The tourists were ushered into a semi circle and it was further explained that the young women of the tribe would perform a welcome dance.

Five young native girls emerged, topless but wearing similar loin cloths to the men and copiously covered in decorative body paint. In stark contrast, they were accompanied by a totally naked white woman, adorned only by a string of beads around her neck which served only to accentuate her nudity ! This unexpected addition to proceedings caused quite a stir among the tourists, who all quickly began filming and photographing as the dance commenced. Debbi's initial bravado faded a little at the sight of all the various cameras but then her new found exhibitionism kicked back in and she began to get into it.

Fortunately, the choreography of the dance was pretty basic as the drums beat out a rhythm and any mistakes she made with the steps were hardly noticeable. Nobody was looking much at her feet anyway ! Debbi was a little taken aback when the native girls began to select men from among the tourists to hold hands and indulge in a few steps with them. But the Japanese men in particular were only too eager to engage with Debbi and the entire welcome party broke down into an endless round of selfie taking with the 'Queen of the Jungle' !
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Debbi and the sculpture

Lawrence and Sunil were in the studio going over the proofs for Debbi's rain forest calendar for the coming year. It had been agreed with both Debbi and the charity that there could be more bare bums on display than last year but nipples remained a no-no for this market and Lawrence was busy with Photoshop adding some strategically placed beads. Sunil had come on board to help with Lawrence's Debbi related business activities, which had escalated to the extent that they were taking too much time away from his core photographic work. Sunil had the necessary web expertise.

While Lawrence touched up the selected calendar photos, Sunil had his screen open to the feed from Debbi's bedroom where she was enthusiastically ramming a large black dildo in and out of her twat ! "Some of the natives are getting a bit restless on her forum" he said. "Oh, really ?" Lawrence was surprised. "They want some actual shagging, or maybe some girl on girl action" Sunil explained. "They get loads of 'bating sessions" Lawrence countered, glancing at Sunil's screen. "Look at her going at it ! How many are viewing ?" Sunil brought up the figure. "Two thousand four hundred and eighty -five. I guess even the best things can get a little 'old' after a while ?" he answered.

"Well, there's not much we can do. You know she's not like a regular cam girl and has no idea she can be seen. That's all part of the unique offer we have with her. We'll just have to hope she hooks up with some young stud soon, god knows there must be any number of takers !" Lawrence speculated. "Odd isn't it ?" said Sunil. "She's been too busy with her career these last couple of years I think" Lawrence replied. "Maybe you can go over and shag her ?" Sunil suggested. Lawrence laughed. "I'm not bloody performing on camera ! And anyway, she's convinced herself that I'm gay." Now it was Sunil's turn to laugh. "Mind you, it was torture sharing that bed with her in India and not being able to touch. Exquisite torture but torture none the less" Lawrence reminisced.

"Whatever" he continued, getting back to business. "I have to call back to that Russian guy Alexei. He left a message to get back to him. Apparently there's some spin off interest from one of his contacts after that living statue gig Debbi did. Some sculptor or something."

Lawrence was in a mischievous mood as he watched his screen, which showed Debbi sleeping peacefully in her bed. He could discern the gentle rise and fall of her chest under the bedclothes. They had finally lucked out last night when she had a good night letting her hair down while clubbing and had allowed one of the burly black bouncers from the club to bring her home and give her a good seeing to ! They had gone at it in the living room too, so even the freeloaders to the site had a good time. Lawrence was, however, amused by the anguished wails on the forum from those who had missed the live feed. They would have to pay for a premium subscription to get access to the on demand replay !

Anyway back to the business in hand, he thought. He needed to talk with Debbi after his meeting with Alexei. Lawrence laughed as she jerked awake to the sound of the phone and scrambled to find it. "Hello" she mumbled sleepily. He was surprised to find himself getting a little hard at the sound of her voice ! "Morning sweet pea" he began.

"Oh, hi Lawrence"

"I didn't wake you did I ?"

"No, no. I've been up for ages." Lawrence laughed at the white lie and thought he'd play a little more.

"Who was the lucky guy last night ?"

"What, huh ?"

"Don't tell me there wasn't some hunk trying to get into your knickers ?"

"No, no there wasn't. Quiet night at home with my teddy."

"Yeah, I believe you. Millions wouldn't. Anyway to business !"

Lawrence went on to explain that one of the footballers with more money than sense who had been at Alexei's post Ascot party, had been so taken with Debbi that he wanted to commission a full size statue for his pad. "He sounds full of shit. Thinks of himself as the cultured footballer and a bit of a connoisseur. He wants a statue of the Three Graces" Lawrence continued. "What's that ?Debbi asked. "Google it" Lawrence replied. Debbi did so. "There's three of them" she answered. "So there'll be other girls ?" "No, this guy reckons you have the perfect body and he wants this perfection of womanhood portrayed with you as all three of the graces !" "That's silly" Debbi giggled. "He sounds a bit obsessed ?" "Not so silly, it's a pretty nice body" Lawrence complimented her. "And it's not as if he wants a blow up doll of you !" Debbi laughed.

"But how long does a sculpture take ?" she wondered. "It must be ages. I can't afford the time to stand there day after day." You could for the model fee I've negotiated, Lawrence thought. But of course, Debbi would not see any of that. "That shouldn't be necessary. The artist will probably take a set of photos from all angles of the poses and then work from there. He'll only need you on two or three other occasions at critical points in the process. And then you'll get to stand around with no clothes on, which we all know you love !" Debbi giggled again. "OK, you can let me have the arrangements when you have them. I'd better get on with my day now." Lawrence rang off and quickly selected shower cam on his screen !

Debbi and Lawrence pulled up outside a mews house with a garage underneath and presumably a studio space above. Neither had much experience with sculptors ! The door was opened by a young woman of about Debbi's age, red haired and with a punky appearance topped by a spiky haircut with shaved sides and finished with Doc Martens boots. "We've come to see Les" Lawrence announced. "That's me" said the girl, then seeing the confusion on Lawrence's face, she explained "It's Lesley with an 'ey' , not Leslie with an 'ie' !" "Cool" said Debbi. "I'm Debbi with no 'e'. Well, of course there's an 'e' after the 'd' but not at the end !" Everyone was now thoroughly confused. "Well, I'm Lawrence but I've never been to Arabia" he said. "We've come for the Three Graces commission."

They followed Lesley upstairs to the studio. "Where's the block of marble ?" asked Debbi, who was wondering whether the floor would support such a weight. Lesley laughed. "I think you've got a rather old fashioned and romantic idea" she chuckled. "I'm going to model you in wax first." "Like Madame Tussaud's ?" "Nothing like Madame Tussaud's ! I'll them make a mould for getting it cast in bronze in a foundry." "Goodness" said Debbi. "Goodness indeed. It's a big undertaking for the foundry too, they've never cast anything that size and it's costing our footballer a fortune. You must have made quite an impression on him, lucky for me" Lesley continued.

She asked Debbi to get naked, explaining that she would take photographs of her from all angles in the various poses of the three goddesses. "I might need one or two more finishing off sessions with you in person later if that's OK ?" Lesley remarked. "This isn't really my thing, my own style's more avant garde." "You mean I'd have one eye and a hole in my belly ?" wondered Debbi. Lesley laughed. "Something like that. But I couldn't turn down the money !"

Lesley began to pose Debbi's nude body and to circle her taking numerous photos. "I can see what the guy meant about your classical beauty" she complimented Debbi, who blushed. Lawrence was feeling left out. "Here, make yourself useful" Lesley said, handing him the camera. "I've got Debbi in all three poses but the group is intertwined, so I need some idea of how the bodies meld together." She began taking off her own clothes. Under the punky exterior, Lesley's soft and perky body was not so dissimilar to Debbi's.

"We could do with three up here really" Lesley admitted "But you've got the wrong attributes and we'd have nobody to take the photos" she told Lawrence. "He does have a nice cock though" giggled Debbi. "You've seen it ? asked Lesley with a laugh. "In India, we had to share a room" Debbi confirmed. "You never told me I had a nice cock" Lawrence complained. "You never asked" Debbi blushed. "But I've told you that you have a nice pussy." "Alright, alright, enough of the cocks and pussies already" laughed Lesley, joining Debbi on the podium. She had shown Debbi the photos of the required tableaux and they embraced in the dual poses while Lawrence walked around them taking photos. Lesley whispered in Debbi's ear. "Of course, you know it's a tradition for the artist to sleep with the model ?"

Along with several thousand others, Lawrence watched on the screen as Lesley brought Debbi breakfast in bed. The tray contained a small mound of scrambled eggs, neatly cut triangles of toast and a steaming cup of black coffee. "Ooo" said Debbi as she sat up. Lawrence hoped that it was strong coffee after all the wine he had watched them consume last night, before throwing off their clothes and rolling about on the floor of the living room ! Both women were still naked. Lawrence wished he could hear their conversation but he had not fitted mics in Debbi's place, fearing that they would increase the chance of discovery of the cameras. He idly wondered where Lesley had found the single red rose in a glass which adorned Debbi's breakfast tray.

"I'm not gay like Lawrence" Debbi was saying.

"I know that, you're just open to new experiences" Lesley conceded.

"I am" confirmed Debbi.

"But Lawrence isn't gay either you know" Lesley continued.

"Of course he is" Debbi persisted. "You've seen how he is."

"Oh, all that campness is just an act to fit in with the fashion industry. You should study the pupils of his eyes when he looks at you !"

"Ooo" said Debbi.

"What about his cock that you saw when you shared a room in India ?" Lesley ploughed on. "Did it get hard ?"

"Yes" admitted Debbi "But he was dreaming about boys"

"Did he say that ?"

"No, I just assumed" Debbi answered sheepishly.

"Ha !" exclaimed Lesley triumphantly.

"Ooo" said Debbi.

The finished breakfast tray was cast aside and Lesley bent to suck on Debbi's left nipple, tugging at it gently with her teeth. "Ooo" said Debbi.

"Can you run me over to a gallery later this morning ?" asked Lesley. "I've got some work I want to place with them, then I can crack on with your Three Graces."

"Not a problem" Debbi replied. "Do you need me to pose today ?"

"It's always helpful" Lesley confirmed, diving her head beneath the covers. "What are you doing down there ?" asked Debbi. "Ooooo" said Debbi !

Lawrence watched the screen as the two women got dressed. Lesley was going through Debbi's wardrobe and selected one of Debbi's business suits to wear, which looked a little incongruous with her Doc Martens boots ! Debbi put on Lesley's dungarees. "I'll just go get a t-shirt to go underneath" she said. "You don't need to wear anything underneath, a little side boob never hurt anybody" asserted Lesley. Debbi studied herself in the mirror. "I guess I can get away with it" she replied.

As promised, Debbi ran Lesley over to the gallery where she hoped to place some of her work. They were greeted by the gallery owner, a striking middle aged blonde named Vanessa. "That's a good look on you Lesley" Vanessa complimented her. "And this must be the famous Debbi." "Am I famous ?" Debbi was intrigued. "I should say so, Lesley hasn't stopped talking about you and I can see why." "Ooo" said Debbi. "And I've heard good things through the grapevine from Lawrence too" Vanessa continued. Debbi laughed. "Everyone knows everyone !"

Debbi looked around the gallery while Vanessa and Lesley concluded their business to their mutual satisfaction. "I could put a lot of modelling work your way" Vanessa told Debbi as they were about to leave. "I'm not really a model, it just seems to have become a bit of a hobby" Debbi laughed. But she agreed to leave her card with Vanessa, who could contact her if anything suitable came up.

After an afternoon of striking the three classical poses for Lesley, Debbi decided to drop in on Lawrence on the way home. "Dungarees ?" asked Lawrence with a raised eyebrow. "They're Lesley's" Debbi explained. "I'd be careful with her if I were you, I think she might be into the ladies" Lawrence teased her mischievously, knowing full well what they had got up to last night ! Debbi blushed. "She's fun" she replied. "Anyway, what can I do for you ?" Lawrence continued. "Oh nothing, I was just passing." "Well then, let's not waste the opportunity. Take off those dungarees and we can take a few test shots on my new refurbished bedroom set !"

Debbi sprawled on the bed in various poses wearing just her knickers, as Lawrence added more snaps for his online portfolio. She got off the bed and peered inquisitively at Lawrence. "What are you looking at ?" "Lesley says I should study your pupils." "And what would you be looking for pray ?" Lawrence chuckled. "No idea" said Debbi, moving closer and they both began laughing as they tumbled backwards onto the bed !

"That was fun" said Debbi as she pulled her knickers back up. "I always thought you were gay !" she added. Lawrence laughed. "I know. That's a role I play. It fits in with the fashion work and it helps to put some of the uptight ladies at ease, who come for a boudoir shoot for hubby."

"That's what Lesley said" Debbi replied as she rejoined him on the bed. "You've been doing a lot of talking to Lesley" Lawrence chuckled.

"She's fun"

"And you've been getting very frisky lately !"

"You're not complaining are you ? I've spent so long concentrating on building up my career, I want to ease up and loosen up a little. You've been such a help and now so has Lesley !"

"Friends with benefits ?"

"Something like that" Debbi agreed, grabbing Lawrence. "Will it get hard again ?"

"It will if you keep doing that !" Lawrence exclaimed. At that inopportune moment, Debbi's phone rang. "Shit !" she cried, getting up to answer it.

"Oh hi Vanessa......That was quick, I didn't expect to hear from you so soon......Hasn't that been done before ?......Oh, I guess that is different......Will he supply the clothes ? I don't want my own cut up......OK then, let me know the timings."

"Who was that ? Lawrence asked. "Vanessa from the gallery. She said she could put some modelling work my way. "

"And ?"

"There's some kind of performance art thing. They want to cut all my clothes off."

"That's been done before."

"That's what I told them, you heard. But apparently this guy has robots that will do it, to emphasise how humanity will become subservient to robots"

"Sounds bullshit."

"It does a bit but it'll be fun anyway !"

"Who's the artist ?"

"He calls himself 'Z' "

"Z ?" repeated Lawrence sceptically.

"He says names are bourgeois and will be redundant among servile humanity in future !"

"Now I know he's full of shit ! Does it pay well ?"

"They haven't mentioned any money. But I'm not a whore, I don't do things for money." Lawrence laughed at her reasoning but he had been the beneficiary of it often enough and so could not object. "Come back to bed for a bit" he said. " A bit of what ?" Debbi asked. "Benefits" said Lawrence !

Debbi was feeling a bit miffed. She didn't always expect the same level of attention as that lavished on her by Lawrence and Lesley but other associates, like Andrei the Russian and Sunil and Pablo with the calendar shoots, had all been friendly and appreciative. But this guy Z was treating her with utter disdain, refusing to talk to her and only communicating via Vanessa the gallery owner. When Debbi complained to Vanessa, the older woman explained that this was all part of Z's concept about the future dehumanising effect that robotics would have on the human race. All normal social intercourse and relationships would cease. "Whatever" said Debbi. "You can still tell him that he's behaving like a twat !"

Vanessa allowed the hint of a smile to cross her face. "Between you and me, you're not wrong but somehow he has a following" she said, surveying the crowd who were gradually filling the gallery. Debbi spotted Lesley waving at her and was pleased to see a familiar face. "So, does he have the clothes he wants me to wear ?" Debbi asked. "Yes" answered Vanessa, showing Debbi a plain white blouse and black skirt and a set of M & S underwear. "Oh that's good" said Debbi. "I didn't want them destroying my own knickers !"

"There is one small change of plan" Vanessa announced. "Z could not get the robots to work properly, so two of his assistants are going to dress up as robots and do the clothes cutting shtick." Debbi had to laugh. "So much for robots taking over from humans." It seemed to make a mockery of the entire concept, though secretly she was relieved. She had been a little concerned that the robots might malfunction and do her some injury !

"There is still one robot that's going to lead you" Vanessa said defensively. "Lead me ?" Debbi wondered. "Yes, that's the second part of the performance. It's a dog robot." "Like K9 ?" Debbi queried, remembering old Dr. Who series. "Not unlike" Vanessa admitted. "Z's not big on originality is he ?" Debbi joked. "Ah, but the concept here is that the robot dog is in control of the human. Z will place a collar and leash on you and a paper bag over your head and K9, er, I mean the robot, will lead you around." Vanessa tried her best to justify the idea. "This is after the humanoids have cut off all my clothes ?" "Exactly" Vanessa confirmed.

"Oh well, better go and get ready" Debbi said, regarding the size of her growing audience and heading to a side room Vanessa had shown her earlier !

Two young art students, one male and one female, were already in the side room of the gallery laying out their robot costumes that looked suspiciously like cybermen ! "Hi" said Debbi brightly. No answer. "I guess you are going to be the ones who'll be chopping my clothes ? I hope you'll be careful with the scissors !" No answer. "I must admit I'd rather have you guys doing it than a real robot." No answer. "Well, it's always nice to work in such a friendly atmosphere !" Debbi continued her monologue, as she began to get changed into the functional clothes she had been given to wear for the ritual shredding. Again, no answer initially. Then the girl whispered fiercely "Z says we are not to talk to you, robots wouldn't do that." "Shush" the boy admonished her. "Oh for goodness sake" Debbi groaned.

Vanessa came in to break the awkward silence. "Z wants you to walk out passively to the chair on the raised platform, like a zombie."she said. "Acting's not part of my fee" Debbi teased her. Vanessa looked alarmed. "Don't worry, just teasing, I know I'm not getting paid" Debbi relented. "I think my acting ability will run to being a zombie !" Vanessa was relieved. "Once they've cut all your clothes off, just stay there quietly and follow Z's lead with K9, er, I mean the symbolic dog robot."

The only disadvantage for Debbi as she made her way to the chair to begin the performance was that, as a zombie, she could not look around to see who was in the audience. The gallery was a bit too close to home for comfort compared to where she had undertaken the other tasks for Lawrence, which were either in distant lands or in some semiprivate location. But she did not think anyone from work would be seen dead in an art gallery, especially one as pretentious as this.

Z kept his Buddha like silence and made no attempt to interact with his audience but there was a back projection behind Debbi that explained the concept, such as it was. Debbi could neither see this, nor the black and white big screen version of herself seated on the chair that was also displayed ! The two robot students began jerky movements around her, brandishing their scissors. Debbi allowed herself the conceit that she made a better zombie than they did robots !

The bots began by cutting the sleeves from her blouse. Debbi was relieved to find that the scissors were sharp enough to cut through the material efficiently without any awkward tugging or tearing. The process was slow and methodical in an order that had been laid down by Z. After cutting all the buttons off of Debbi's blouse and leaving it hanging open, the students then set about splitting the skirt on either side from hem to waistband. All the time, Debbi sat passively staring straight ahead !

To the barely concealed irritation of Z, the two students in their bot costumes seemed confused. Debbi now sat in a sleeveless blouse hanging open and a skirt split to the waist at both sides. But the brief from Z to the students had been to cut the clothes off completely and they were pondering how to make these two garments fall of their own volition. In the end, the girl bot settled for cutting Debbi's blouse along its' full length at the back and it fell off satisfactorily. The boy followed suit by cutting the skirt at the front including the waistband and this also divided neatly. It did not matter too much that Debbi was still sitting on a remnant of material.

She was now seated placidly, hands on knees and wearing only the plain underwear that Z had provided to be destroyed. In other circumstances, the amount of flesh now on display would have elicited a more animated response from an audience. But the supporters of the artist known as Z were far too cool for that and remained watching with the utmost seriousness. Debbi could just see Lesley in her field of vision. Lawrence had not bothered attending since Z's copy-write would prohibit the use of any photos he might take and , as he had jokingly explained to Debbi, it would not exactly be a novelty for him to see her naked !

Debbi's underwear provided less of a problem to the faux robots. The girl snipped both shoulder straps of the bra and then cut through the centre at the front between the two cups, enabling it to fall to the floor. The boy bot cut both sides of Debbi's knickers and she raised her bum from the chair just enough so that these could be whisked away. A ripple of applause broke out as Z moved forward impassively. Debbi just managed to maintain a straight face as the absurd robot dog also trundled forward. Nobody else seemed to find it at all comical. After all, Z was a genius !

The aforementioned genius fastened a dog collar around Debbi's neck and attached this to a leash, which was in turn tied to a handle on the back of the robot dog. Debbi stood up and a plain brown paper bag was placed over her head. She was able to look down and see her feet but not much else. A remote control operated by Z set the robot dog in motion and Debbi felt a slight tug on the leash at her neck. She slowly moved forward in the direction the leash was pulling her. She could sense she was being led among the audience but they remained watching in solemn silence and she did not hear any comments regarding her nudity. This was art of course ! However, after a minute or two of this, Debbi felt the surface under her feet change in character and felt a sudden cool breeze on her body. She was being led outside the gallery and into the street !

The limits of Debbi's new found exhibitionist streak were being pushed. She had found that she loved taking her clothes off but her precious experiences had been in far flung places or in relatively controlled indoor circumstances. She was now being led outside naked in her home town, tethered to a heavy robot that was guiding her who knew where ? The paper bag over her head granted anonymity but also had a disorienting effect. She lost track of where she was or how far she had walked. What she was unable to see, was that Vanessa and Z had organised the gallery audience to provide some kind of mobile protective corridor, through which Debbi and the robot dog could proceed.

This boundary did not curtail the interest and comments of the general public however. Some of this reached Debbi's ears. 'Disgusting' from a mature female voice; 'Nice tits love' and 'It's a bit nippy out today' from rough male voices; 'Mummy, that lady's got no clothes on' from a child; "What is going on here ?" from an authoritative sounding woman's voice. "It's an artistic statement by maestro Z" Debbi heard Vanessa explain. The hubbub continued as Debbi found her feet having to ascend a short flight of steps, which were surprisingly also within the capabilities of the robot dog to climb. 'Make way for my slave, make way for my slave' chuntered the harsh metallic voice from within its' casing.

Guiding hands turned Debbi around as the forward movement of the robot ceased and it was at that moment that she was shocked by Z dramatically lifting the paper bag off of her head ! She blinked fiercely in the sudden glare of the bright sunlight, scanning the crowd anxiously as she came to terms with the potential exposure of her identity. Closest to her were the faces she had become familiar with from the gallery audience but she was taken aback by the size of the crowd of gawpers that was gathering. She felt like she was on some kind of auction block, standing as she was at the foot of the town war memorial. Flanking her were the two art students in their robot garb, holding up signs reading 'Robots are the masters now'.

"Debbi ! Is that you ?" she heard a voice call. Turning in the direction of the cry, she saw her neighbour going about her weekly shop. Debbi fluttered her fingers in embarrassed acknowledgement. Oh well, she could explain next time they gossiped over the garden fence that it was all in the cause of art but that she hadn't expected to end up outside. Of more immediate concern to her was the sight of two stern looking police officers determinedly pushing their way through the crowd to find out what was causing all the commotion !

Fortunately, Lesley had also spotted the police's arrival. Stepping forward decisively, she took off her own jacket and draped it over Debbi's shoulders and began to usher her quickly down the steps and back towards the gallery. "Hey ! We're not finished yet" came a cry. It appeared that Z was capable of speech after all. "Piss off Charlie. This wasn't part of the gig. Go and take care of your tin can dog" Lesley called back at him. "Who's Charlie ?" Debbi asked. "Charlie Wilson, aka Z. He was in my class at art college. He was a talent-less asshole then and he's a talent-less asshole now !"

They made their way back to the gallery ahead of any pursuers. "Quick, grab your clothes. You can get dressed properly in the car" Lesley instructed. "Let Charlie and Vanessa deal with any flak from the Old Bill !"
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Debbi as Bimbo WAG

The motion sensor in Debbi's place sent an alert to Lawrence's laptop, informing him that there would be action to view on the webcams. He watched as the laughing and giggling pair of Debbi and Lesley tumbled into the room, still high on adrenaline after their close brush with the law ! Lawrence gave them time to undress and get into bed before having some fun by interrupting them with a phone call.

"Hi sweet pea. How did it go with the mighty Z ? Are you back home yet ?"

"Oh, hi Lawrence. Just got back in. It was farcical but a hoot. We almost got arrested !"

"Who's we ?"

"Oh, er, all those involved with Z. He took us outside and a crowd gathered."

"Why was that ?"

"I didn't have any clothes on !"

"Ah, yes, that would go some way towards explaining a crowd !"

"Well, I had a paper bag over my head but he took it off"

Lawrence laughed.

"Oooh, aah, no" Lesley's head had disappeared beneath the sheets.

"You OK ?"

"Ooooh, um, er, yes. Just getting myself comfortable."

Lawrence continued in a mischievous vein.

"I hear the Three Debbis statue's going to be delivered to the footballer next week ?"

"Is it ? Dunno. I'll ask Lesley."

"Oh, is she there with you ?"

"What ? Ooh, aah, um, er, no, no. What I meant was I'll give her a bell."

"Great. OK sweet pea, I'll let you get on with whatever it is you're doing."

"Ouch, ooh, er, right OK Lawrence. See you soon."

"You menace" Debbi admonished Lesley. "How am I supposed to carry on a conversation with you doing that ?" Lesley was unrepentant and made a kissy face at Debbi. "Have you got round to shagging him yet ?" she asked. "What ? Er, no" said Debbi, blushing. "Your face tells a different story" Lesley laughed. "Well...might have done...anyway" Debbi hastily changed the subject. "He says the statue's being delivered next week ?" she continued. "Yeah, they're casting it now in the foundry" Lesley confirmed. "Can I see it ?" Debbi wondered. "No, not there. But you can come along with me to the footballer's pad for the unveiling ?"

"Cool" said Debbi.

It had been a strange experience and a strange atmosphere for Debbi at the footballer's mansion. The strange experience had been seeing the statue at its' full larger than life size for the first time and seeing how all three nude figures were unmistakably her. It was an impressive piece of work, even if it wasn't Lesley's usual style. The strange atmosphere seemed to be generated by the fact that her presence had not been expected. Lesley was busy overseeing the installation and there was a TV crew there making a documentary about the 'cultured footballer'. Debbi was thus at a loose end and the footballer and his entourage seemed oddly wary and nervous of her.

The TV crew did an interview with Lesley about the commission for the statue and she emphasised that the figures had to be modelled on Debbi, hence they were all three the same person in one tableaux. The crew then approached Debbi. "How does it feel to have such a rich and famous personality obsessed with you ?" she was asked. Debbi giggled nervously. "Don't be silly. I don't even know him" she replied. "Well, he seems to have gone to a great deal of trouble and expense to get three more than life size effigies of you" the interviewer persisted. Debbi tried to shrug this off, not knowing that Lesley had indeed confirmed that Debbi's participation had been essential to the project going ahead. "Oh, I think he's just an art lover who admires Lesley's work" she said.

Debbi was woken early the next morning by the phone. It was Lawrence. He had been up all night following a tip off from Sunil, busy disabling the webcams and erasing his online footprint regarding Debbi as best he could. "Have you seen the front page of the Sun ?" he asked. "Why on earth would I have seen that rag ?" Debbi answered, bewildered. "Well, I think you'd better get on your laptop and look at the online edition" he insisted. Debbi sleepily did as she was told. The newspaper front page headline screamed at her. 'The Bimbo WAG Who Stole Roddy's Heart'. It was accompanied by a nude photo of her looking over her shoulder and showing her bare bum from one of the charity calendar shoots !

The shoddily written article continued talking about the 'mystery brunette beauty' who was the latest paramour of superstar footballer Roddy Powell. And how he had commissioned massive nude statues of her ( see page 5 ) "But I don't understand" said Debbi. "You're going to need some PR representation. You know what it's like when the tabloids get their claws into someone" Lawrence advised. "No I don't " Debbi wailed. "Take a look out of your window" Lawrence suggested. The naked Debbi got out of bed and opened her bedroom curtains, only to hurriedly close then again as she saw a myriad of paparazzi lenses being swiftly pointed at her ! "Eek ! I'm being staked out Lawrence" she cried. "Stay calm, I'll be right over" he said.

Debbi peered through the gap in her bedroom curtains and saw the press till camped out. While she waited for Lawrence to arrive she switched on breakfast TV for some distraction. They were doing their daily review of the papers. "And the Sun are leading on the bimbo WAG who stole Roddy's heart" the female anchor said sneeringly as the screen was filled by a facsimile of the front page, including the photo of Debbi's bare bum. Millions of people were seeing her bare bum !

"I suppose it could be argued that is the most important news of the day ?" the male anchor pondered. "It is to Sun readers, especially if there's a bare bottom involved" his female counterpart replied condescendingly. The banter continued back and forth. "Have you ever had your bare bottom displayed on national TV ?" the male of the team asked flirtatiously. "I most certainly have not. And I can assure you that I never will" his female sparring partner answered haughtily as the screen once more displayed Debbi on the Sun's front page. "Still, I'm sure it's no hardship to this little gold digger as long as she gets her five minutes of fame" she concluded cattily.

Debbi raged helplessly but was brought back to the present moment by persistent ringing on her doorbell. Looking through the spy hole, she saw a man and a woman she did not recognise.

"Who is it ?"

"Daily Mail" came the answer. "We'd just like a quick interview. Maybe a few pictures ?"

"No, clear off"

"It'll be much easier if you talk to us. We'll only make something up otherwise !"

"Bugger off !"

There was laughter from the other side of the door. "Oh well, we've got all day" the voice said. The fuming Debbi had just sat down when the doorbell rang again. "I told you to fuck off" she screamed. "Calm down sweet pea, it's me." Debbi flung open the door in relief. "Oh Lawrence, I'm so glad to see you." Debbi had forgotten that she was only dressed in a t-shirt and knickers. The swarm of cameras clicked again. "Bastards" yelled Debbi, stamping her feet and giving more photo opportunities as her t-shirt rode up ! "Take it easy precious, it's OK. Come inside and we'll sort it all out" Lawrence said soothingly.

Debbi's mood was a mixture of dismay and righteous anger. "They said they'd make things up if I didn't talk to them."

"That's the tabloids for you. Don't worry. I've contacted Harry Mason and he's making initial calls to all the editors before he comes over here."

"Who's he ?"

"Haven't you seen him on TV ? Top PR guy to all the celebs. He'll know the best way to handle this."

Debbi's phone rang. It was her boss Jeff. Lawrence could not help but smile at the one sided conversation he heard.

"I've never even met the guy"

"I was just doing a favour for a friend"

"What I do in my own time's my own business"

"Of course I won't mention the company"

"How am I supposed to get you his bloody autograph ?!"

There were groans of disappointment from the waiting reporters and paparazzi when they saw Harry Mason arrive. The involvement of the celebrated PR guru meant that there would be no cheap and easy story and all direct access to Debbi would have to be negotiated through him. Lawrence conducted the introductions. Debbi was still dressed in just t-shirt and knickers but Harry was too professional and seasoned an operator to be disconcerted by that.

"OK, so what we need to do here is take back control of the narrative" he explained. "First things first. Let's get your name out there so that they don't keep calling you Bimbo WAG." Harry showed Debbi an update to the Sun's online page. 'Bimbo WAG rages at Sun reporters' accompanied a video clip from half an hour ago of Debbi swearing at the gathering outside, telling them to bugger off and unaware she was flashing her knickers. She blushed with embarrassment. "I sound like a fishwife" she lamented. "Quite" Harry agreed. "That's the kind of thing we need to avoid. So, your name ?"

"It's Debbi. There's no 'e'."

"Sorry ?"

"No 'e' at the end. It's just d,e,b,b,i"

"Oh, yeah, right" said Harry. "Debbi's a good name. I can't think of any easy prefix they can give it like Sexy Susie or Raunchy Rita" he continued. "Debbi does Roddy ?" Lawrence suggested, referring to the footballer. "Don't go giving them ideas" Harry warned. "We're going to have to give them a photo or two to keep them happy. Do you have anything sexy ?"

"Not really" Debbi answered but Lawrence took up the challenge. "Maybe we can select something from your boudoir shoot we did ?"

"Sounds great" said Harry. "Now what's the story with this photo on the front page ?" He waved a copy of that day's Sun with the calendar photo displaying Debbi's bare bum. Debbi explained the charity calendar. "Good, good. Tart with a heart, we can spin that angle" Harry decided. "But I'm not a tart" Debbi protested. "That's how they'll try to paint you, we need to mitigate against it" Harry cautioned. "Now, any skeletons in your closet ?"

Harry explained the importance of telling him about any skeletons that Debbi might have in her closet. If they were to do an exclusive deal for her story with one of the tabloids, the others would be sniffing around so that they could jump in with spoilers. "But I don't have any skeletons" Debbi explained. "Well, there is the other charity calendar we shot in the rain forest, that's for next year" Lawrence countered. "Well, OK, yeah, so there's that" Debbi admitted. "That shouldn't be a problem. We can spin the tart with a heart angle along with the current calendar." Harry was sanguine about that.

"And there's the naughty knickers catalogue we did" Lawrence continued.

"Well, OK, so there's that" Debbi conceded.

""And you rode in the world naked bike ride" Lawrence reminded her.

"Well, OK, so there's that. But there were hundreds of people there with no clothes on" Debbi protested.

"But it was only you posing naked in the pub with all the regulars !" Lawrence wanted to cover all bases.

"Well, OK, so there's that. But otherwise..."

"And the living statue for our oligarch friend where the footballer first saw you" she was reminded.

"Well, OK, there was that but, but..."

"And the performance art for Z where they cut off all your clothes and you nearly got arrested when they paraded you outside"

Debbi was getting annoyed with Lawrence. "Alright, alright. If you put it like that it sounds a lot." Harry by this time had his head in his hands.

"And sleeping with the chief in the rain forest" Lawrence took up his theme again. "He wasn't a real chief, you know that" said Debbi, pushing Lawrence in the chest. "And anyway, I slept with you too. And Lesley too for that matter. So there, now you know" she yelled defiantly. "Who's Leslie ? Where does he fit in ?" Harry asked. "It's a she. Lesley's the sculptor of the footballer's statues" Lawrence explained.

"This might be a bit more complicated than I'd envisaged" Harry admitted. "I thought you said you were a respectable business woman ?"

"I am, I am " Debbi asserted. " A girl's entitled to a little fun isn't she ?"

"OK, OK, enough arguing you two. Is that it finally ?" Harry asked. "All I know about" Lawrence replied. "Apart from the bouncer" Debbi added as Lawrence raised an eyebrow. He couldn't admit to knowing about that from the webcams.

"So let me think. The calendar's are no problem, they're charity. This performance art thing we can tie in with the statues, all part of a serious arty farty interest. Bike ride, as you say, hundreds of photos from that of dozens of people. A big, so what ?" Debbi began to be reassured but Harry had concerns. "I'm not sure what we do yet about the naughty knickers. And I'm a bit worried about this pub thing. Can you keep a lid on that ?" Harry asked Lawrence. "I was supposed to be the only one taking photographs that day. Should be OK" Lawrence answered.

Harry checked his phone. "The footballer's people want a meet" he mumbled. "And I'm told they're going to talk about you on the Morning Show with that panel of women. Better switch it on I suppose !"

Debbi and Lawrence watched in horrified fascination as the morning panel show unfolded on the screen. For Harry it was only what was to be expected and he was already working the phones. The sole raison d'etre of the four women personalities on the panel was to controversial and entertaining and to provide fodder for the online gossip web sites to put out as click bait later in the day. Everything on the show was false and manufactured and anyone was fair game. Today it was Debbi's turn. The discussion began.....

"Well there's only one place we can begin today girls and that's with Bimbo Wag !" Laughter.

"Or shall we call her Dirty Debbi now that our researchers have found out her real name ?"

"No, Bimbo Wag, much more appropriate !" More laughter.

"For those of you who don't know what we're talking about, here's the front page of today's Sun." Debbi's bare bum was once more flashed to the nation.

"What a slapper !"

"Little gold digger."

"It is amazing what some women will do for a few seconds of fame."

"Mind you, she didn't seem so happy earlier. I warn you, we had to beep most of this out !" More footage followed of Debbi stamping and raging on her doorstep in just her t-shirt and knickers. She was bellowing "Why don't you lot beep off ? Leave me alone. Beep off out of it, you beeping beeps."

"Charming !" the panel responded amongst more laughter at Debbi's expense.

"Flashing her knickers at everyone."

"At least she wasn't flashing her gash !"

"Maureen, language. What a thing to say !" More laughter.

"Actually if she had, it wouldn't have been for the first time. Our researchers have discovered her modelling tacky lingerie. We've had to censor this photograph but believe me viewers, you can see absolutely everything !" A photo appeared on the screen of Debbi modelling crotch less knickers with a small black dot imposed to cover her pussy.

"What a slapper !"

"Text us your thoughts on Bimbo Wag and her behaviour or follow is on social media" The women continued in this disparaging vein for a few more minutes before the first ad break and a change of subject.

Lawrence wondered if he should try to get royalties for them using one of his shots. Harry got off the phone. "OK, so I've arranged a guest slot for you on the show tomorrow to have a right of reply" he announced. Debbi was shocked. "They'll eat her alive" Lawrence said. "Don't worry, I'll give you some coaching" Harry replied. "The British media love to build someone up just to shoot them down but it can work in reverse too if we play it right. Trust me." Debbi was bemused by how her world had been turned upside down in a couple of hours. She felt little choice but to place her trust in Harry and hoped that it wouldn't be misplaced !

Harry was busy wheeling and dealing on the phones as Debbi tried to pull herself together. Lawrence was amused and supportive. He had a reasonably high level of confidence in Sunil's ability to have hidden his more nefarious online activities regarding Debbi. "Better get dressed love" said Harry. Debbi was still in the t-shirt and knickers she'd been wearing all morning. "The team from the Sun are due, I've negotiated an exclusive with you for them." Debbi dressed in her best business suit for the reporters. She was determined that they portray her real self as a hard working and professional business woman. They dutifully took down all these details. "But it's all a bit tame darling, we need something more than that for an exclusive !"

Debbi explained that any relationship with the star footballer was in its infancy. Harry suggested they go with the big hearted girl with a social conscience angle, helping the water charity by posing naked for their calendars. Lawrence negotiated a nice fee for himself by supplying out takes from both India and Costa Rica to give the paper its desired quota of tits and ass. Debbi was disappointed that these would be plastered in the national press to add to today's photo but she realised she had to give a little to get her side of the story across. The reporters seemed satisfied and she posed in her business suit for their photographer. " A bit more leg babe."

Harry took Debbi to one side as Lawrence showed the reporters out. While chatting Lawrence let slip about the tribal chief and the effects of the potent jungle brew while in Costa Rica. Harry on the other hand, had a confidential proposition he didn't want Lawrence to hear. "I've heard from Roddy Powell's people. They want to put you on a contract to be a beard." Debbi was confused. "They want me to grow a beard ?" she exclaimed. "Shush ! No, to be a beard. You know what that means ?" Debbi had never come across the term. Harry explained that a beard was a female companion for a gay man, used to disguise his real sexuality. "No major footballer has ever come out openly and our Roddy doesn't want to be the first" Harry explained.

Debbi was thrown off balance, more so when Harry began mentioning figures for what she would be paid as a retainer ! "I can't decide something like that straight away. Can I meet him first ?" she hesitated. "I'll set that up but you'll have to sign a confidentiality agreement." Debbi felt a little insulted. She wasn't the kind of girl who would run to the papers. But she understood. "Oh, and I've got a lucrative offer for you to pose for a lads mag" Harry announced loudly as they went to rejoin Lawrence !

Debbi was sitting nervously in the chair as the makeup girl got her ready for her TV appearance on the morning panel discussion show. She was applying a straight bat to the girl's probing about how good the star footballer was in bed ! She was also dubious about the level of makeup that the girl was decorating her face with but she had never been under the lights and so assumed that it was all necessary. In fact the program production team had told the girl to make Debbi look as tarty as possible !

Harry had picked Debbi up in a limo at the crack of dawn and they discussed the strategy for the interview on the journey to the TV studios. It was agreed she would not say anything about her 'relationship' with the footballer, other than to stress that it was in its infancy. She would emphasise how people had got the wrong idea about her the day before ; she was a serious business woman blah, blah ; had only done the calendar because she believed passionately in the good cause and so on.

The show began and the leader of the panel of strident women made the announcements. "Never let it be said that we do not give the right to reply for someone to put their side of a story. So, with that in mind, I would like you to put your hands together to welcome Bimbo Wag !" The small audience applauded. The four women were sat on high stools behind what appeared to be a breakfast bar in the kitchen set of the show. Debbi was provided with a high stool on the other side of the counter, facing the audience and the cameras. It was difficult to keep perched on this stool without her skirt riding up perilously high !

"Now Ms. Wag" the host began. "My name's Debbi" she tried to interrupt. "With no 'e' " she added and immediately regretted. "What ? So it's DubBubBa ?" the host spluttered contemptuously. Debbi was already in trouble. "Well, no , of course there's the first 'e' but there's no 'e' at the end." The audience had begun to snigger and think, bimbo ! "So glad that's cleared up" the host said sarcastically.

The interview went from bad to worse. The day's tabloids were spread in front of the panel and mock ups of the relevant pages ready to be flashed on screen. The Sun had dutifully printed Debbi's real status as part of the exclusive she had granted. 'Bimbo Wag Is High Flying Exec !" headed pages four and five, together with her interview and the photos taken by the paper. But this was rather undermined by the spread on pages six and seven. 'Bimbo Wag's Jungle Shag - Drug Fuelled Orgy With Native Tribe !' together with naked photos from the second calendar shoot. These were all flashed up on screen and picked over by the panel while Debbi squirmed and the audience laughed. And as Harry had feared, other papers had printed spoilers to the Sun's exclusive. The Star went with 'Dirty Debbi's Naughty Knickers' ; good alliteration guys, complimented the host. While the Mail still adopted mock outrage over how its gallant reporters had been treated. 'Bimbo Wag's Foul Mouthed Tirade'.

"Well, that went well" Said Lawrence as Debbi was escorted off stage at the commercial break. "Shut up" fumed Debbi !

Debbi and Harry were perusing the following days papers. Day three and the news agenda had moved on, even for the gossip hungry tabloids. Bimbo Wag was no longer front page news, much to Debbi's relief. The Star had recycled a few more photos from the knicker catalogue but without any real story to accompany them. And there was an opinion piece from the bitchy woman columnist in the Mail, dissecting the debacle of Debbi's appearance before the TV show panel. But things were calming down. The Sun did have paparazzi photos of Debbi and the footballer Roddy leaving the same hotel separately. 'Roddy's Love Nest With Bimbo Wag !'

They had met together with their advisers to go over the contract and specify Debbi's duties as a beard. She would attend a few matches, accompany Roddy ( the cultured footballer ) to the opera and gallery openings and, if England qualified for the World Cup finals, swan around the pool in a bikini for the paps with the other wags. Roddy, who seemed shy and rather sweet, apologised for the hassle she had faced, though his advisers issued a gagging order regarding any further mentions of Roddy in interviews, after the already arranged photo shoot with the lads mag. It was agreed that Debbi was free to shag whoever she wanted but she would invalidate the contract if any 'infidelities' came out in the press. "Can you trust these friends of yours, Lawrence and Lesley ?" Harry had asked. "Oh yes, implicitly" was Debbi's confident reply !

Harry tossed the paper's aside. "You shouldn't get any more hassle on a daily basis" he told Debbi. "Only when you're out with Roddy. Are you OK with that arrangement ?" Debbi didn't know. "It's a bit weird. It might be OK if we can be kind of mates, like I was with Lawrence when I still thought he was gay. Then it depends how often I'm supposed to be out and about with him. I've still got my job to consider" she said. "It won't be a lifetime gig. Just to put the media off the scent for a while, then we can engineer a tearful but amicable split !" Harry answered. Debbi was calmed a little. "I guess I'll need some PR representation again then ?" she laughed. Harry agreed.

"Right, let's get you over to this photographic studio for the lads mag. I know you're quite used to posing for this Lawrence. These people will have their own agenda and you'll have to bend a little to their requirements but don't agree to anything you're not comfortable with !"

Despite her loyalties, Debbi had to admit that the photographic studios being used by the lads mag, in a swish central London mews, were a step up from Lawrence's establishment. Harry had accompanied her to make sure that his client was not pressurised into doing anything unwise. Debbi had worn a smart business suit, feeling the need to give at least a show of her true identity. "That's great" said the editorial consultant from the magazine. "Our concept is a shoot from sexy exec to bimbo wag !" Debbi groaned but Harry had negotiated such a fabulous fee for the shoot that she realised she would have to compromise. Anyway, she liked taking her clothes off, it was just that in the last few days it had become a little too public ! "Lift up your skirt for us love" the editor continued. Puzzled, Debbi did so. "Hmm" he said, studying her legs. "The outfit's fine but tights are a no-no. We've got a stockings and suspender set, you can change into those in makeup." Debbi agreed.

She relaxed and tried to quieten her mind while the makeup artist did her thing touching up Debbi's own work from earlier in the morning. The girl was friendlier and less intrusive than the one from the TV studio had been. Debbi made her way out to a mocked up office set featuring a desk, office chair and laptop. Tommy the photographer introduced himself. His demeanour was a little more jaded and matter of fact than she was used to with Lawrence but they both began to loosen up as the shoot progressed. Debbi perched on the desk to show her stocking tops; then she sat in the chair with one foot on the desk and a couple of buttons of her blouse undone; then more buttons loosened, the skirt hitched higher. She tried her best to mimic a sultry look, with lips parted and finger to her mouth. "You sure you're not a pro love ?" asked Tommy encouragingly. Debbi blushed.

By now she had taken her blouse and skirt off completely and was draped across the desk in her underwear. She was beginning to relax into the afternoon and even striking poses of her own volition without Tommy having to direct her. "I reckon you've got enough of those Tommy" suggested Oliver, the editorial consultant. " We want to get onto the naked shots but we'll have to wait for the marks from your undies to fade from your skin" he explained to Debbi, who understood. "There's a robe for you in makeup." Debbi retreated momentarily, took off her bra and knickers and slipped on the robe the girl supplied. Oliver offered her a glass of wine while they waited.

Debbi noticed that Harry had been busy on his phone. "Sorry Deb" he turned to her. "Something's come up with another client and I'm going to have to go. I'll leave the driver here with you and take a cab myself. He'll run you home when you're done. Will you be OK here by yourself ?" he asked solicitously. "Sure I'm fine" Debbi replied. "It all seems above board here and remember you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with" Harry reminded her. Debbi chuckled. " Thanks Harry but I'm a big girl now" she giggled, as Oliver refilled her wine glass !

"Let's see if the marks from your undies have faded yet" Oliver suggested. Debbi opened her robe, giving those in the studio their first glimpse of her tits and shaven pussy. "Still slightly visible" was Tommy's professional conclusion. "We'll give it a few more minutes. Are you warm enough ?" Oliver asked solicitously. Debbi nodded. "Have some more wine" Oliver topped up Debbi's glass.

When they were finally ready to continue, Debbi slipped off her robe. She was still wearing the stockings and suspenders she had been supplied with but was otherwise naked. Oliver explained that, in order to satisfy the publisher's and distributor's categorisation of the mag, their could be no shots showing nipples or pussy but that a bare bum was acceptable. "Like those calendars I did" said Debbi brightly. "Exactly" agreed Oliver. "The photographer did a good job with those" Tommy added. "I'll tell Lawrence, he'll be pleased" answered Debbi.

Debbi once more sprawled and draped herself provocatively over the office desk and chair while Tommy directed the placement of her arms and hands to provide strategic cover. "Don't worry too much, I can edit and select those for publication so that we don't run into any trouble" he said encouragingly. At length, Oliver called a wrap. "That was wonderful Debbi, you're a star. Have some more wine." Debbi basked in the attention and gulped down the wine, she was getting quite a buzz on !

Debbi failed to notice the sly wink that passed between Oliver and Tommy. "Now, did Harry mention posing for our Ukrainian edition ?" Oliver wondered. Harry had not mentioned the Ukrainian edition, since the Ukrainian edition had not been mentioned to Harry ! "But nobody's interested in me in Ukraine" Debbi was puzzled. "But they follow the Premier League on TV" Oliver explained. "We'll just publish a stock photo of Roddy playing and caption you as 'le wag de Roddy', or whatever that is in Ukrainian, they'll know !"

After all the wine she was consuming on an empty stomach, Debbi was ready to go along with anything. "OK" she agreed. "We just need you to sign the model release form" Oliver showed Debbi a contract. "Didn't Harry deal with that ?" Debbi wondered. "Not for the East European market" Oliver explained plausibly. "OK, where do I sign" said Debbi, sipping her wine. She casually put pen to paper. "But can't you just use the same photos we already have ?" she asked. "Well, the thing with the Ukrainian edition is that we can be a little more daring, show them a bit more" Oliver explained as Tommy began arranging a new bedroom set !

"Have some more wine while Tommy's re-positioning the lights" offered Oliver. "Thank you, it's delicious" Debbi accepted, unaware that by now she was close to having consumed the entire bottle ! "Shall I take off these stockings and suspenders ?" she wondered. "Not yet, maybe a little later as the shoot progresses" said Oliver. "Blimey, how many pics will you need then ?" Debbi giggled. "Why ? You're not in a hurry are you ?" Oliver countered. "No, no" answered Debbi apologetically. "I was just wondering."

"OK Deb, we're all set. Hop up on the bed" Tommy directed. "Now as Oliver said, we can be a bit more daring for our East European friends, so no need to bother covering your tits. We can show those perky little buds in all their glory !" Debbi laughed. This was more like the banter she enjoyed with Lawrence and together with the wine, it played into her recently uncovered exhibitionist streak. She was already forgetting the context and it was becoming more like the fun she had become accustomed to since hooking up with her photographer friend. She was so into it that she also failed to notice the video cameras, whose use had been allowed in the small print of the model release form she had so casually signed !

"Turn your back to us Deb and get on all fours." Debbi scuttled around on the bed. "Move your knees further apart and look back over your shoulder" the instruction continued. "Won't that show rude things ?" she giggled. "We're just being a little more daring" Oliver reassured Debbi as she complied with the request. "That's beautiful. Now stay like that but lower your head to the bed and stick your bum out more !" The cameras zoomed in !

As the session continued, Debbi was no longer questioning any of the poses. Her legs were spreadeagled and lifted in any number of inventive ways. "I feel like a contortionist" she laughed at one point. "Great Deb, great. Can we try a few shots now where you're holding yourself open for us ?" Tommy thought it worth a try. "Pardon ?" queried Debbi, her face darkening to a frown. "You know. Put your fingers either side of your pussy lips and stretch then apart !" Debbi continued to frown. The tension increased. Then some final inhibition inside her snapped. She began to smile as she spread her legs again. "What, like this ?" she giggled. " Just like that, perfect" confirmed Tommy !

It was a simple matter after that to suggest further poses with Debbi spreading her ass cheeks. "You've been wonderful darling" agreed Oliver and Tommy, both kissing Debbi on the cheek. "I guess you could do with freshening up anyway after being under these lights ? Take off the stockings and we'll finish with some shots from the shower" said Oliver.

Debbi was feeling incredibly horny by the time she found herself under the gentle warm water of the shower. Bolts of electricity surged through her as she soaped her clit. This did not pass unnoticed. "Don't mind us, bring yourself off if you want to" Tommy offered generously, as the stills and video camera captured the lewd spectacle !

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me" the embarrassed Debbi apologised profusely, as she towelled herself dry and the makeup girl attended to her hair with the blower. "You were great, don't give it a second thought" said Oliver, delighted with the material they had now accumulated to sell and exploit !

Debbi had woken with a severe hangover the following morning. She could remember hardly anything from the second half of the photo session with the lads mag but had no reason to believe that it had not gone well. The next couple of weeks remained hectic. On her return to work after taking the necessary days off to deal with the Bimbo Wag fallout, she found she had become the office pinup, with clippings from her newspaper (un ) coverage adorning all the noticeboards. She had to ask for a bit more time off to fulfil a couple of engagements with Roddy and to attend one of his matches. Then the lads mag edition came out, anxious to cash in on her notoriety while it was still current. This was the tame mainstream version that she recalled posing for but it was still Debbi, professionally posed and with underwear and bare bum on display and as such, it provided more fodder for the company noticeboards !

It was at this point, after discussion with the other directors, that Jeff suggested to Debbi that she take a gap year in her career. A few months earlier, this would have been anathema to Debbi, but now it represented good timing. After years of hard work and denying herself, she had found a new appetite for fun and irresponsibility and she had the financial lifeline of the sinecure from Roddy's agent.

This is what she was explaining to Lawrence and Lesley as the three of them lay entwined together in Debbi's bed. She had invited them over, feeling particularly horny after the publication of the magazine and since her 'work' accompanying Roddy did nothing to satisfy her sexuality. After a couple of drinks, it had felt natural to tumble into bed together. "So what's next ?" Lesley asked. "Well, next month I've got to go to Ukraine with the other wags for the World Cup" Debbi said. "Harry's warned me that could be a media circus" she continued. "He also said he has lots of offers for work for me but is waiting for the right one." Lawrence was sucking on her right tit. "Quite the little celeb" he chuckled. "I'm not" Debbi protested. Lesley dived beneath the sheets. "Oooo" exclaimed Debbi !

"Are you OK ?" Lawrence asked, as the door to his studio opened and Debbi came in to join him and Lesley. She had phoned her friends from the airport and asked to meet them. "I've been sent home in disgrace" Debbi giggled. "We know, we saw the papers" Lawrence replied.

They settled down for Debbi to tell her own side of the fiasco in Ukraine. She had been booked into a luxury hotel with the other WAGs who were out there for the football championships. Debbi hadn't been particularly enjoying it, the other WAGs were a mix of semi celebs and childhood sweethearts who referred to her as Bimbo WAG and were somewhat resentful and cold in their attitude towards her. So she had contented herself with swanning around the pool in her bikini and indulging any stray paparazzi who might be passing.

It was on the third day that the shit hit the fan. Sensing a chance to cash in on sales and also to disrupt the preparations of the England football team, the Ukraine edition of the lads mag hit the streets with the graphically uncensored shots of Debbi displaying herself in all her glory ! This was seized upon in its turn by the British tabloids. They could not of course publish the photos in a family newspaper as they stood but the small black squares obscuring Debbi's pussy and asshole left little doubt as to what purchasers of the magazine would get to see ! The other WAGs displayed mock outrage and ostracised Debbi even more. Her explanation that she had no recollection of posing like that and must have been pissed cut little ice. Debbi suffered a very uncomfortable 24 hours before it was decided that the best thing to avoid any further upheaval around the England team would be for her to return home. Harry had met her at the airport to guide her through the waiting press pack.

Despite all of that, Debbi seemed to be surprisingly chipper. "So what did Roddy's people think ?" Lesley asked. "Now there's the thing" Debbi said. "They were delighted. It enhanced Roddy's macho image that he had managed to pull a foxy chick like me" she laughed deprecatingly. "But now they can engineer an angry break up story for the press and poor Roddy won't have to keep on with the charade of our 'relationship'. We'll have successfully thrown people off the scent. Mission accomplished." "Result" agreed Lawrence, whose mind turned as usual to practical matters. "What about cash ?" he asked. "They'll keep me on a retainer, subject to a gagging order" Debbi explained. "And Roddy's keeping our statue Les, he loves it !"

Debbi sipped her coffee. "At least people can't buy that magazine over here" Debbi was grateful. "But I hear England fans over in Ukraine for the games are buying them all up to bring back here, so you could yet wind up back on the noticeboard at work" Lawrence laughed. Debbi groaned, imagining Jeff's reaction. "Good job I'm still on a sabbatical" she said. "So what are you going to do with the time now you don't have to trail around after Roddy ?" Lawrence was curious. "A few other mags want photo shoots, I told Harry that you'd have to be the photographer if I did any, I don't want to be conned again" Debbi answered. "Thanks" said Lawrence, whose income had taken a bit of a hit after he had to turn off the subscription webcams in Debbi's house ! "And there are some offers to star in porn movies " Debbi continued. Lesley spluttered into her coffee. "Are you going to do them ?" Debbi grinned mischievously. "It's a lot of money" she laughed. "But that might just be a bridge too far for Jeff and the company !"
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Debbi in bondage

Debbi was at a loose end. She was still on her sabbatical from the company, taken so that she would be free to accompany Roddy about town as his girl friend. This had all unravelled in Ukraine of course but she was still on a retainer to stop her selling her story, so money was not an issue. But she was getting a bit bored and wanted some excitement in her life. She was explaining all this to Lawrence.

"I was wondering about those offers Harry had. You know, the pornos !"

"Really ?" exclaimed Lawrence, surprised.

"Well, I don't mind taking my clothes off"

"We had noticed !"

"And I thought maybe I could do a little strip if I practiced ?"

"There's no money in that" Lawrence informed her. "Every woman and her dog has been filmed by their husband or boyfriend and been stuck up on the net. It's all out there for free !"

"Oh" Debbi was disappointed. Lawrence continued. "Hell, half the boudoir shoots I take at the studio end up on the net" he said. "Not mine ?" Debbi asked. "No, no, of course not. Not yours" Lawrence lied.

"I don't really want to shag anyone on camera" Debbi was continuing to muse. "Even that's not enough" Lawrence explained. "You'd need to get into really gross stuff and gang bangs !"

"Oh" Debbi was even more disappointed. Lawrence now began to ponder. "You could see if Harry knows anyone with a bit of a niche market" he suggested.

"Such as ?"

"Oh, I dunno. Spanking maybe. Or a bit of bondage. There's good money in that !"

"Ooh, kinky" Debbi laughed coquettishly. "Shall we phone him ? You won't have to shag anyone that way" Lawrence suggested. "Oh what the hell. Why not ?" Debbi laughed. She was bored !

Harry approached the most likely of the producers who had contacted him about featuring Debbi in porn productions, to take advantage of her brief time in the limelight as Bimbo Wag. He drove Debbi to a meeting the next day. They pulled up at a set of industrial units similar to the setup Lawrence operated out of. A bored looking bottle blonde showed them into a small upstairs office above the studio area, where Eddie the producer was seated with another guy. Eddie seemed to be in his early fifties, balding with a bit of a paunch. Not unlike Harry, Debbi giggled to herself. The other guy, who was introduced as Marco, was younger and looked Italian or something.

"Harry here tells me you're not interested in doing any actual shagging on camera ?" Eddie began, getting straight down to business. "Er, that's right" Debbi replied. "So, how much are you prepared to show ?" Eddie continued. "Um, er" Debbi hesitated. "Look love" Eddie interrupted. "Punters pay good money for the content we produce and they expect a bit more than they can see any day on the beach. You may be a little bit famous just now but you'll still have to get your fanny out !" Debbi blushed. Eddie was very forthright. "Um, er, OK, yes. I had kind of thought that might be necessary" she replied, having some second thoughts about what she might be getting into.

"What're your acting skills like ?" Eddie asked. "Acting ?" Debbi queried. "Yeah, acting. If it's a straightforward fucking and sucking shoot, then we just get on with it with no preamble. But you said you don't want to do that kind of thing. So we need a bit of build up, set up the scenario. Rich bitch gets kidnapped and held to ransom, stuff like that !" said Eddie. "I was in Much Ado About Nothing in the school play" Debbi volunteered. Eddie laughed. "Our scriptwriters aren't quite up to Shakespeare's standards and our audience doesn't expect you to be Dame Helen Mirren. As long as they get to see your fanny, then they'll be satisfied !" Debbi blushed again. That blush will look great onscreen, more authentic, Eddie thought. "Look, shall we do a screen test ? See how flexible you are ? What routines we can put you through ?" Debbi was thrown again. She looked at Harry who shrugged. This was going a bit fast. "Get the ropes Marco" said Eddie !

"Just pop your kit off for us" Eddie instructed as Marco appeared back in the office with some lengths of rope. Debbi knew these two guys were pros in their field and so were well used to naked ladies but it felt strange to be disrobing in front of her agent Harry, though she remembered that he had seen her before in some form of undress too. She stepped out of her jeans and pulled off her t-shirt. As usual when not at work in the office, she was not wearing a bra.

"You can keep your knickers on for this " Eddie told her. "We just need to check your suitability for the bondage poses. Sit in the middle of the jolly old casting couch there" Eddie joked. Debbi seated herself down. "Can you do the splits ?" Eddie asked her. "Kind of" she replied. "Spread your legs as wide as you can up on the couch" Eddie continued. Blushing slightly, Debbi did so, unprepared for Marco to begin tying her ankles to the legs of the couch !

"No need to be alarmed" said Eddie, seeing the look on Debbi's face. "Marco knows what he's doing." Debbi's arms were then tied to the back of the couch, leaving her totally spreadeagled and open. She was glad to still have her knickers on, though knew this would not be the case in any actual filming. "How does that feel ?" Eddie asked. "Pretty vulnerable" Debbi answered. "It's supposed to, these are the stories we play out" Eddie said. " But you can trust us. Is it too uncomfortable ?" he wanted to know. "Not when you get used to it" Debbi conceded. "You're a natural" Eddie complimented her. "Our punters will love you. That innocent wide eyed look, totally natural and different from our usual plastic tarts ! Have you ever had a ball gag ?" Debbi shook her head as Marco produced the gag and secured it behind her neck, eliciting an even more wide eyed look !

Just then, the receptionist came into the room. "Everyone want coffee ?" she asked, casting no more than a cursory look at the figure splayed on the couch. "That'd be great. Everyone want coffee ? Debbi ?" Eddie asked. "Mmph, mmph" said Debbi. "Oh, and the Russians are here to discuss that latest order" the blonde said. "Ah, better send them in then" Eddie replied !

Eddie and Marco greeted their two Russian customers, an expensively dressed thirty something couple who normally marketed home produced merchandise, some of which they licensed to Eddie for distribution. But they were now looking to expand their business with Eddie into a two way thing and take some of his work to sell in the east. "Ah, the famous Harry Mount" the male Russian remarked on being introduced. Nobody seemed surprised or perturbed by the brunette tied and spread in her knickers on the couch !

The receptionist returned with coffee and a brief business discussion ensued. "Mmph, mmph, mmph !" interrupted Debbi. "Oh sorry Debbi, I'd forgotten about you" Eddie laughed. "Get the gag off Marco and loosen her ties so she can have her coffee. We were just having a little audition with Harry's client" Eddie explained to the Russians. The woman now took a closer look at Debbi. "Is Bimbo Wag. We saw in Ukraine" she said to her partner. "That's right" Eddie confirmed. "She's thinking of branching out and we were trying her suitability for our bondage genre !"

The two Russians expressed great interest in Debbi. "She no shag ?" they asked. "No, we were just discussing niche markets" Eddie clarified. "That's right, we haven't signed any deals yet" Harry put in. "Is OK. She well known back home after football. We still have good market for her, even if only bondage" the Russian woman reassured them. By now, Debbi's arms were free and the unpleasant ball gag had been removed. "Don't I get a say in any of this ?" she called !

Debbi had convened a summit meeting with Lawrence and Lesley to discuss her options. As was now the norm for these brainstorming sessions, all three were naked in bed with Debbi sandwiched in the middle. Lawrence was sucking on her right tit and Lesley on her left but they had assured her that they were listening ! "The thing is, there's this bondage gig for this Eddie guy that he also wants to market to these Russians and Japan" said Debbi. "They said I was suited for the part and they could turn it into a series" she continued. "A-ha" said Lawrence between slurps. "But now Harry's got this other offer from a small independent production company that wants to make a reality TV series, WAGs Go Wild ! They want me cos Roddy's more famous than the footballers the two other girls are linked with."

Lesley stopped sucking momentarily. "Can't you do both ?" she asked. "Harry said the scandal would be too much for the TV people if it came out I'd been doing porn" Debbi explained. Lawrence also stopped sucking. "Simple" he said. "Do the TV first, then the bondage porn. You can put your fee up for the porn if the TV show's a success !" Debbi wondered. "Would this Eddie guy wait for me ?" "He would if it meant he had an even more marketable star" Lawrence affirmed. "But you're not a real WAG any more are you, if you ever were in the first place ?" he queried. "No" Debbi admitted. "But they said they'd set me up with some other footballer. Tyrone something or other." "Tyrone Spencer ?" asked Lawrence. "Yeah I think so" said Debbi. "Donkey dong !" Lawrence laughed. "Really ?" Debbi perked up !

Lesley tried to insert a note of reason. "But all this'll make it so much harder to go back to the company after your sabbatical ?" "It was getting difficult anyway" Debbi confessed. "That all seems a bit boring now" she added. "Ride this gravy train while it's running" Lawrence advised. "You're resourceful enough to find something else when your tits go south !" Debbi laughed. "My perky puppies don't have far to fall." With that, Lawrence and Lesley both dove beneath the sheet, the business part of the meeting seemed to be over. "Ooooh" cried Debbi !

The meeting reconvened a few weeks later; same venue, same set up !

"So, Your WAGness. How was the show ?" Lawrence began.

"I haven't seen it yet" said Debbi. "So I don't know how they're going to edit it. They said they'd send me a DVD."

"DVD ? That's a bit nineties isn't it ?" Lawrence laughed.

"They say it avoids hacks and leaks online before they transmit it" Debbi responded.

"Have you even got anything to watch a DVD on ?" Lesley wondered.

"Got an old desktop in the spare room."

"Whatever" Lawrence continued. "What happened exactly ?"

"Well, we all met up in a London hotel. Roxanne and Solveig were there with their boys. Don't know football, so don't know much about them. But I don't think they're superstars."

"Roxanne and Solveig. Very exotic !" Lesley chuckled.

"Yeah, and little ol' me, Debbi without an 'e' !"

"What were they like ?"

"Airheads, about six years younger than me. Not bitchy though, like the major league WAGs in Ukraine were."

"And Tyrone ?" asked Lawrence.

"They introduced me to him at the hotel. Said they wouldn't film any actual shagging but wanted footage of us smooching."

"Did you shag him ?" asked Lawrence.

"That'd be telling !"

"But is it true about donkey dong ?" Lesley wanted to know.

"Too right it's true !" Debbi chuckled.

"What next ?"

"They pulled a stunt on us" Debbi explained. "First of all, they kitted me out with full on WAG regalia. The others already had clothes like that but they bought me these tight little dresses. All thighs and cleavage and heels ! We shot some stuff in clubs around London, then they flew us to Zante in Greece. Put us all in these really tiny bikinis."

"So what was the stunt ?" Lawrence was puzzled.

"Well, after a day lounging around the pool, they told us that the show's title, WAGS Go Wild, didn't refer to going mad in clubs but meant we were going to be dumped on this small uninhabited island nearby for five days to cope by ourselves. All we would have would be the tiny bikinis !"

"That sounds scary" Lesley sympathised.

"It was, but of course we soon found out it was all fake. The film crew were there for a start and they provided us with tents and food. All off camera though, so don't tell anyone it was fake. They shot all these semi scripted scenes of us supposedly panicking and then being brave girls etc. Somehow I was the only one who ended up completely naked though, for some rigged up shower scenes !"

"Why am I not surprised by that ?" Lawrence laughed.

"They said they'd cut it so you can't see my bits'cos it's going out on a mainstream channel" Debbi explained as the doorbell rang. She leapt out of bed and grabbed her robe. "It was the postman" she announced on her return. "Shall we go downstairs and watch the DVD ?"

Debbi got to work with the popcorn maker and the three settled down to watch the advance copy of the three episode series of WAGs Go Wild. It was the usual format of heavily edited 'reality' footage, with a jokey ladette voice over linking the clips of genuine dialogue. It soon became clear that the editing was making Debbi the prime focus of the series, both in terms of being older that Roxanne and Solveig and being linked with more prestigious 'conquests'.

"You should dress like that more often" grinned Lawrence, as Debbi was shown teetering into a club wearing a barely there little black dress. "Tyrone's really getting into it" laughed Lesley, as a full blown snogging session appeared on the screen which showed the hem of the aforementioned little black dress being shoved up towards Debbi's waist !

When they reached the episode shot on the island and the famous shower scene , Debbi squealed "There's my bum ! They said they'd cut it so my bits wouldn't show !" "Bums aren't classed as bits" Lawrence rationalised. "Bums are funny, not sexy" Lesley added. "Oh I don't know. I think bum's are sexy, especially yours Deb" Lawrence begged to differ. On the whole, Debbi thought it was funny, despite it being cut to still make her out to be a bit of a bimbo.

"What do you think ?" she asked. "I think it's the kind of thing that'll bring you a lot of tabloid coverage again for a few weeks when it's broadcast" Lawrence said. "Do you think it's wise to carry on with the porn video after this mainstream exposure ?" he wondered. "I'm signed up now, I don't want to be sued for breach of contract" Debbi lamented. "Can't you use one of those false porn star names with lots of double x's in it ?" Lesley suggested. "Not really, they want to market it as featuring Bimbo Wag, make use of my celebrity, such as it is ! That's why they paid me so much."

"Oh well, Harry'll smooth over any adverse reaction again, that's his job" Lawrence reassured Debbi. "Can you come along with me on the shoot for support ?" Debbi asked him.

Debbi was being attacked on the street in broad daylight ! She was walking towards the car with Lawrence in tow, her thoughts miles away, when three large men wearing balaclavas jumped out at her, lifted her dress above her head, thus blinding her and trapping her arms, and then began hustling her down the street. "Help, help !" Debbi began screaming as she felt herself being unceremoniously bundled into the back of a van.

"Cut !" she heard someone yell out and her arms were immediately released so that she could haul down her upturned dress. Blinking wildly, she looked around to recognise the producer Eddie and to see cameras pointed at her. "Brilliant, great. That'll make a sensational opening to the movie, really grab people's attention" he enthused. "Sorry about that Debbi" he apologised. "But you did say you weren't sure about the acting part, so we thought we'd get better reactions if we just sprang it on you. Your friend here said it would be OK" he added, pointing at the grinning Lawrence. "You bastard" Debbi cried at him as her adrenaline began to subside. But it was more from relief than anger. She soon began to see the funny side and could see how effective the scene would be as an opener to the plot she had been sent.

The idea was that she was a very rich trophy wife who was being kidnapped and held to ransom. But the ransom demands would be intercepted by her jealous stepdaughter, who would keep refusing to pay. The kidnappers would keep sending videos with their demands showing Debbi's character enduring an escalating set of indignities. The exact nature of these indignities had thus far been kept suitably vague in the script !

Debbi climbed out of the back of the van to rejoin Lawrence, only now noticing a little knot of amused onlookers who, she realised, would have enjoyed the view of her knickers during the mock kidnap ! "Right" said Eddie. "If everyone's ready we can head off to the location and start filming the script proper. You've got the address I think ?" he asked Lawrence.

Debbi was sitting tied up in a chair with her arms behind her back and her ankles tied to the legs. The location was an old abandoned industrial site with lots of bits of machinery and exposed girders, frames and chains. She was dressed in her bra and pants, having already enacted a little scene where she had been ordered to strip by the men in balaclavas. It was a fairly plain white set of underwear with lace trim but it was sexy enough.

"Please, please pay the ransom. I've no idea where I am or what they are going to do to me" she was reciting from the script. "Great, smashing, cut" cried the satisfied director Eddie. "We'll get you untied and we can take a little break before the next scene. Just to let you know how it all works, we'll inter-cut our actress playing the jealous step daughter and refusing the demands" he continued.

Still in her underwear and ruefully rubbing her wrists where they had been tied up, Debbi rejoined Lawrence. " All a bit naff isn't it ?" she ventured to whisper. "Well, we weren't expecting much in the way of literary content were we ? And neither will your punters. All they're interested in is your hot little bod" and he gave her a squeeze. "Yeah, OK" agreed Debbi. "But it wouldn't cost any extra to make it a little less crap would it ? I'm sure we could write a better script." Lawrence laughed. "Is that a business proposition ?" Debbi blushed. "No, not really. Well, er I dunno, maybe. I mean if this is a success, naff as it is, surely we could do better ourselves ?"

Lawrence gestured towards the two meatloafs dressed in balaclavas. "Do you think our two knuckleheads could handle more complicated dialogue ?" he chuckled. Debbi considered. "You've got a point but we could recruit some students from drama school ? There won't be any actual shagging, just me getting my kit off ?" These deliberations were interrupted by Eddie. "What's all this about getting your kit off ?" he joked. "You're ahead of me but that's what I came over for. We've got the next scene set up, so let's get you naked and into a more adventurous bondage pose !"

Debbi and Lawrence were in the crummy caravan that was serving as Debbi's dressing room. The day's shooting was over and Debbi had just finished a makeshift shower. They had shot a further three prolonged scenes, with Debbi tied up in escalating fashion by the baddies as each ransom demand was rejected by the wicked step daughter. "How was it ?" Lawrence asked. He had been an interested spectator but had not been able to judge how Debbi herself was responding. "Not sure yet, I'm still thinking about it."

After being stripped of her underwear, she had been hogtied in a kind of chair position and suspended in mid air. Strong ropes were bound under her arms and under each thigh and then brought together above her head and tied to a ceiling hook. Her arms remained bound behind her back. She had swung gently from the hook as she had pleaded for the ransom to be paid and as the camera circled and captured her from every angle, lingering lovingly on her graphically exposed nether regions ! "They could see all my bits" she said. "Well, it is a porn movie and the punters will be paying specifically to see all your bits" Lawrence reminded her. "I guess" conceded Debbi.

"It took some getting used to when the blood was rushing to my head." She was now referring to the second scene, when she had been suspended upside down from a high beam by her spread ankles using a hoist. "Do you think it's good therapy, increasing the blood supply to the head ?" she wondered. Lawrence laughed. "I've absolutely no idea but it was a fun thing to see !" Debbi snorted indignantly. "For you maybe. All I could see were feet. And that surprise in the last scene was out of order !"

On this occasion, Debbi had been taken to a patch of grass outside the studio and staked to the ground with all four limbs spread. Once more, the camera lingered over her open pussy and erect nipples but just as she began her speech asking for the ransom to be paid, a bucket of cold water was unceremoniously thrown over her ! She screamed, gasped and bucked furiously under her bonds, which was all just as Eddie the director had wanted. "They didn't tell you about the bucket of water then ?" Lawrence chuckled. "No they bloody didn't. Good job there was this shower, even if it is a bit basic."

Eddie himself appeared in the caravan at this point to confirm that it was indeed a wrap for that shoot. "I've seen the rushes. Debbi, you are a natural and you bring something fresh and unique to the genre. Not jaded in any way. Our clients will eat you up, you'll be a smash !" Debbi blushed. "Well, er, thanks Eddie. Glad you liked it." It had been exciting in a strange way but she was still uncertain about quite what she had got herself into. "Just think of the money" Lawrence reassured her !

Debbi, Lawrence and Lesley were lying in bed and had just finished watching the advance copy of 'Debbi's Ransom Peril' on her laptop. Debbi had been a little shocked at how graphically she was displayed on the screen when she was tied up. "You could see all my bits" she lamented. "But they are very beautiful bits" Lesley reassured her. "Thank you" said Debbi. "And your acting was brilliant, you should take it up properly" she further complimented her. "But I only ever said, 'please pay the ransom'" Debbi protested. "But you said it several times and you said it wonderfully" Lesley persisted. "Thank you" said Debbi. "Oh, and I did say 'please let me go' as well" she remembered. "That was a good bit too" Lesley enthused. "Thank you" said Debbi.

"When's it coming out ?" Lawrence asked, a little tired of this back and forth. "They're waiting until after 'WAGs Go Wild' is broadcast. Harry's a bit worried it'll cause a scandal if I'm popular after Wags" Debbi answered. "He's paid to sort that" Lawrence pointed out. "I hope it won't effect your acting career" Lesley was concerned. "But I won't be having any acting career" Debbi was doubtful. "But you're so good" Lesley encouraged her. "Thank you" said Debbi.

"So what else is there ?" enquired Lawrence, getting irritated again. "Harry's got interest from porn in Japan. They want me to play an English exchange teacher who gets molested by her students" Debbi replied. "Won't that mean shagging ?" Lawrence had seen a couple of these films, with 35 year old Japanese men pretending to be schoolboys ! "Normally perhaps but Harry said it would be different for them to have an English girl, they would just strip me and tease me with sex toys" Debbi clarified. "Sounds brilliant" said Lesley. "Gonna do it ?" asked Lawrence in between sucking on Debbi's right tit. "A trip to Japan sounds exciting but I'd be scared to go on my own for that kind of work" Debbi pondered. "Maybe I could come ?" said Lesley, before she dived beneath the sheet. "Oooh" said Debbi !
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