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Debbi Streaks


"You given up on your dares Deb ?" asked Carol. They were sitting in the small office of their fledgling consultancy on what was turning out to be a quiet afternoon. "Don't, I still have nightmares about the last time" answered Debbi. "Why's that ? Being exposed buck naked for a lengthy period of time in front of a load of your neighbours ? I'd have thought that would have been right up your alley" Carol teased her. "It was a laugh to look back on" Debbi admitted. "Though at the time it was a lot further than I'd intended to go. But no, what gives me nightmares is the thought of what could have happened if that shower door had stuck for real while I was home alone. I could have been stuck in there for days !" "Until I came round to check up on you ?" "Exactly."

"So, it's not that you're totally off the idea of another dare ?" wondered Carol. "No, but I can't think of anything, that's supposed to be your job" Debbi grinned at her friend. "OK" Carol pondered. "So what about the beach ?" "Nah", Debbi was unimpressed. "I wear next to nothing on the beach anyway. Not exciting enough." "The pool ?" "You know our local pool. Too sporty and serious. Proper costumes only, no flimsy bikinis."

"Alright, so what about one of the classics then ?" "I'm not doing the pizza delivery towel drop thing. That's over much too quickly." " Yeah, in a flash" Carol laughed. "No, I wasn't thinking of that. But you've never done a proper streak" she suggested . "I'm not getting chased around a football field by a bunch of fat stewards in high viz jackets" Debbi responded. "No, not a sporting event. But how about through the town ?"

Debbi hadn't committed to anything and so was surprised when Carol announced a couple of days later, "It's all arranged." "What is ?" "Your streak next Saturday." "What ? I didn't say I would." "Oh come on, you know you want to. Listen, here's the plan. Me and Derek'll pick you up in his work's van. You get in the back and take off all your clothes. Apart from your sneakers of course. Derek'll pull into the lay-by on the ring road at one end of the High Street. I'll come and open the doors and you get out and run the length of the High Street. It's only two or three hundred yards and easy now it's been pedestrianized." "Only two or three hundred yards ?" Debbi exclaimed sarcastically. "And what happens when I reach the other end ?" "Easy" said Carol. "We'll drive the van right round the ring road and be waiting for you in the lay-by there with the back doors open !" "But some people might recognize me" Debbi protested. "Not with this" answered Carol and she reached into her bag to extract a Mexican wrestler's mask.

Debbi was nervous but excited when Saturday morning rolled around and Carol and Derek pulled in to pick her up. Carol reiterated the plan. "Derek'll stop in the lay by right at the top of the stairs. So when you get out you can run straight down the steps and through the underpass into the High Street. That'll give us plenty of time to drive round and be waiting for you at the other end. I'll have gotten out and will have the doors open for you. Foolproof !"

Foolproof indeed. What could go wrong ?

Debbi clambered into the back of the van. There were no windows but Derek had laid out a sheet for her to sit on and there was a switch for a dim light. She was only wearing a sweatshirt and jogging bottoms, no underwear. She quickly pulled off the sweatshirt and it only took a little longer to disentangle the jogging pants from around her sneakers. Lastly she pulled the Mexican wrestler's mask over her head, carefully positioning it so that the eye holes would not slip down and obscure her vision.

In no time at all, Debbi felt the van slowing and coming to a halt. She heard the passenger door slam and then the back doors were flung open. "Out, out, out. Go, go, go !" Carol encouraged her. In a rush of adrenaline and without thinking, Debbi leapt out blinking into the sunlight. She turned and headed straight down the stairs, dodging past startled onlookers as she went. She knew that she couldn't afford to dawdle or take any time to ponder her surroundings, instead setting off on a full speed run as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Her legs and heart began pounding as she launched herself at pace through the underpass. "Sorry, haven't got any spare change on me" she called out to the resident busker !

Debbi soon discovered that it was not simply a question of running fast. She soon found herself slaloming around buggies, shopping trolleys, dawdling window shoppers. Past the banking area, the takeaway pizza establishment and the health food store she frequented. Her presence was certainly causing a stir. She heard shouts, whistles and catcalls but could not make out anything specific, apart from a few calls of 'Who is she ?' and replies of 'How do I know ? She's wearing a mask'. Debbi was instead simply aware of her sneakers pounding the pavement, her thighs and buttocks bouncing and her unfettered tits flying in all directions !

Past Bar Torino and the startled customers sitting outside enjoying their bruschettas and cappuccinos. She was moving at such a pace that few had any chance to take a photo or recording and those that did obtained only unsatisfactory fuzzy images. By the time they had registered her presence, she was gone.

On past Boots and the corner where McDonald's and Five Guys faced off against each other for the burger trade. Debbi could see her goal now in the distance, where the pedestrianized section ended and the ring road once more crossed her path. On into the canyon that was formed between the two multi storey office blocks. The canyon with its' own micro climate of blustery winds. A blustery wind that caught the base of her Mexican wrestler's mask as she ran. The blustery wind that pulled the mask clean off of her face !

Debbi slammed the brakes on and raised her hands over her head in a doomed attempt to retrieve her mask as the wind lifted it off her head. Instinctively she turned to chase it but as soon as she stooped to pick it up, thereby offering a delightful view to those lucky enough to be fortuitously positioned behind her, another gust of wind caught the mask and blew it away from her and into a group of teens, who scooped it up and waved it tauntingly at her.

Belatedly realizing that she was now open to being recognized and also discovering that now she had stopped running it was easy for people to focus and take clear photos of her, Debbi decided that her best option was to turn and carry on running towards her original destination.

'She's lost her mask', 'Do you know who she is ?', 'Anyone recognize her ?', 'No but she's pretty', 'Hey, isn't that Debbi ? Comes in our pub sometimes ?'

Lactic acid had built up in her legs as a result of suddenly stopping and it took several strides for Debbi to get going again. She soon picked up speed but was now conscious of a growing crowd following her. On reaching the lay-by where the van was supposed to be waiting for her, she found to her consternation that there was no van ! Where were they ? Debbi looked frantically back up the road. Roadworks ! She could see Derek's van stuck in a line of traffic waiting at a red light behind a set of temporary controls. She was stuck in town stark naked without a mask and now with a crowd of curious and amused onlookers starting to gather around her !

The temporary traffic lights seemed to be taking forever to change from red to green. There was no way that Debbi could run along the road to meet Carol and Derek in the van, since there was debris and ditches from whatever it was the workmen were doing. Not to mention the danger from traffic if the lights changed. She was stuck naked and unmasked and now a curious group was closing in in her.

'What's going on ?', "Why have you stopped running ?', "Is it a publicity stunt ? For a charity ?', 'Lost a bet have you ?'

'Yeah, yeah, I lost a bet, OK ?'

'But why have you stopped running ?'

'I was supposed to be getting picked up here but there's these sodding roadworks.'

Fortunately the crowd was good natured and amused, especially by the dual mishaps of Debbi losing her mask and now not being picked up. Those who might be offended were averting their gaze and hurriedly moving on. But that left many who were content to stay surrounding Debbi to see how this played out. And since she was no longer running, it was easy for them to focus and take as many photos as they wanted. "No I'm not bloody posing" said Debbi in answer to requests for selfies etc. Peering anxiously down the road, she was relieved to see the lights finally change but the cycle only let a limited number of vehicles through and they changed again before the van could make it, though it was now second in line.

Debbi didn't recognize anyone in particular in the crowd but evidently some knew her. 'Yeah, it's Debbi, used to come in the pub regularly with her ex', ' I know her, she's an I.T. expert. Did some work for our company.'

Someone pinched her bum. "Hey !" she squealed, turning round. 'Yeah, stop that, leave her alone' someone intervened. 'Look out, here comes PC Plod' another suddenly shouted as a policeman was seen to be approaching. 'All gather round her, shield her from view, don't want her getting arrested !'

The lights changed again and Derek's van sped into the lay-by. Carol jumped out and opened the back doors and Debbi broke from the crowd to leap into the back, falling in a heap as Carol joined her and closed the doors from the inside, banging on the panel for Derek to go. "Sorry about that, none of us knew there were these roadworks" Carol said. "What happened to the mask ?"

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Carol and Derek were having a serious talk about their daughter Charlotte. Well, Carol was having a serious talk. Derek was being more frivolous. "Oh come on, I'm sure we've all had unsuitable boyfriends or girlfriends in our time. What about that idiot Paul you dated before me ?" he challenged his wife. "Yeah but I wasn't planning on throwing away my future because of that twat was I ? Charlie's threatening not to take up her place at uni because of Max and go and be his muse or some such crap !"

The problem was Charlotte's latest boyfriend, if boyfriend was the most appropriate term for someone a dozen years older than their daughter. Max described himself as a poet. An upper class scrounger would have been more to the point as far as Carol was concerned. He had been published in a couple of obscure magazines but that would have paid him a pittance. It appeared he was living off his parents allowance still at the age of 30. "Charlie's usually so sensible. I can't understand how she doesn't see through him" Carol complained. "She's still maturing mentally though. Half woman, half child" was Derek's opinion of his 18 year old daughter. "Which is why we've got to protect her. The guy's an obvious womaniser. In old fashioned terms, I'd call him a cad !" Carol continued. Derek laughed. "He's an absolute bounder " he declaimed in a faux aristocratic voice. "Oh, do be serious" Carol insisted. "We've got to break them up."

"He does seem to have a roving eye" Derek admitted. "He seemed to fancy Debbi when she called in that time and he was here." "Everyone fancies Debbi" Carol stated. "True" Derek laughed. "But he was flirting with her and I noticed Charlie getting agitated." he added. "Everyone flirts with Debbi. Or rather, Debbi flirts with everyone" said Carol.

The cogs in Carol's mind began turning. "Our camping weekend" she began. "What of it ?" asked Derek. "Well, Charlie and Max are coming with us aren't they ? What if I invite Debbi along too ?" suggested Carol. "What ? And get her to flirt with Max ? Would she play along ?" Derek wondered. "Oh, I won't tell her. But you know Debbi, it shouldn't be too difficult for me to arrange it so that she's flashing the flesh and if I read Max correctly, he'll start following her around like some old hound dog !"

"You look tired Deb. Why don't you join us for the weekend on our camping trip ? The forecast is for it to be a scorcher and it could give you a good break and a breath of fresh air. Better than moping about at home catching up on the week's laundry ?" They were winding down in the office on Friday afternoon. "I'm not much of an outdoors girl Caz, you know that. Give me a four star hotel or at the very least a nice log cabin" Debbi replied. "It'll only be three nights. We've got a spare tent. And if you're ever going to go camping, this weekend would be the time to do it with temperatures set to rise above 30."

"What about the pumas ?" Debbi asked. "The what ?" answered Carol, not sure she had heard correctly. "The pumas" Debbi clarified. "All those reports in the press about mystery big cats roaming loose in the woods ? They reckon they got loose from some illegal private collection and are breeding." Carol was surprised at her friend's credulity. "That's an old wives tale Deb. Nobody's ever got a clear photo. It's like the Loch Ness monster !" "And I suppose you're going to try and tell me that doesn't exist either ?" Debbi retorted. "Well it doesn't" laughed Carol, surprised at her normally sensible business partner's suddenly revealed Achilles' heel.

Carol continued to use her powers of persuasion and Debbi began to see the advantages of a weekend break, especially with the weather forecast and being the sun lover that she was. "We're leaving in a couple of hours" Carol announced after Debbi had finally agreed. "But I need to pack" Debbi objected. "That won't take a second" Carol insisted. "We travel light. Just pack a change of knickers and maybe a bikini. I know you won't bother with a bra !" "What about evening wear ?" said Debbi. Carol laughed. "What ? Sitting around the camp fire ? We're not going into any town, the whole point is to get away from civilisation for a couple of days."

"OK" Debbi agreed. "Anyway, who's 'we' ? Just you and Derek ?" "No, Charlie's coming too with her boyfriend Max" Carol confirmed. Debbi giggled. "Boyfriend ! He's older than me and not that far off your age." Ordinarily Carol would have grasped the opportunity to voice her complaints about Max to Debbi and indulge in a nice prolonged bitching session but that did not suit her purposes for this project. "Oh, he's not so bad" she contented herself with saying.

"Go home and pack now" Carol suggested. " I still don't know what to wear" Debbi repeated. "I told you, just pack a change of knickers and a bikini. Why not wear those cut offs I sewed for you from that old pair of jeans" Carol replied. "Oh yeah, good idea" agreed Debbi. What Carol had not mentioned was that she had cut as much material as she possibly could off of the length of the cut offs, while still ensuring that they would not fall apart altogether. Debbi's bum cheeks were bound to be prominent.

Debbi had half expected that they would travel in Derek's old van but he turned up with the family car, complete with roof rack that contained all the camping equipment. Carol got out and was gratified to see that the cut offs were as revealing as she had hoped. And of course Debbi was wearing a thong underneath. On top she was clearly braless under a plain yellow t-shirt. All that she was carrying was an old marketing tote bag. "Shove that in here" said Carol, opening the boot. "Squeeze in the back with Max and Charlotte, it should only be 90 minutes to the camp site, depending on Friday night traffic."

It was indeed a squeeze in the back seat as Debbi slotted herself in alongside Max, with Charlotte over by the other window. "A thorn between two rose" Max intoned. "That's very poetic" said Debbi. "A simple juxtaposition, taking a well know phrase and inverting it" Max explained pretentiously. "Well, I would never have thought of it" Debbi complimented him. Unexpectedly, the older man began to recite as Derek drove off.

'The enigma that is Debbi;

The world expects an 'e' but defiantly she exclaims,

No 'e', no 'e', I am my own woman !

Fiery Latin blood and English cool, she will not be pinned down.

Her legs she may reveal but her soul she will conceal'

"My goodness, you are such a good poet" Debbi responded. "A simple spur of the moment thing inspired by your presence" Max answered, affecting modesty. "You never composed anything like that for me" Charlotte pouted. "Ah, you are my long term muse darling" replied Max patronisingly. Carol grinned to herself on a very promising start to her plan for the weekend.

When they all got out of the car on arrival at the camp site, Carol was pleased to see that Debbi's cut offs had risen even higher where she had been sitting throughout the journey and she was further gratified to notice where Max's gaze seemed to be fixed as they unloaded the car. "It'll go quicker if we all muck in and help put up each other's tents" Derek announced. "I think I'd better leave it to you experts" Max decided. "I'd probably just be more of a hindrance." The poet did not want to get his hands dirty. "That's OK, I don't mind mucking in. Just show me what to do Derek" said Debbi.

So it was that while Carol and Charlotte set about assembling the cooking stove and utensils, Max stood happily watching as Derek and Debbi erected the three tents, Debbi bending and stretching and all the while her shorts riding ever higher on her bum cheeks so that they were not far short of being a thong. Her braless breasts bounced enticingly too.

"Put Debbi's tent in the middle Derek" Carol called over. "That way if any pumas come, they'll eat the rest of us first !"

"Pumas ?" exclaimed Max. Carol and Charlotte laughed at Debbi's expense, as Carol explained her fears to Max. "But there was another photo on the net someone took only a couple of weeks ago" Debbi protested. "Yeah, of their pet moggy mocked up to look like the real thing" opined Derek. "Well, you can't be too careful" Max said, conciliatory. "Don't worry Debbi, we'll all be here to look after you" he said gallantly. "I'm not really worried" said Debbi doubtfully, trying not to appear too gullible.

Despite the hot weather, the camp site was not too busy and the wooded area offered reasonable seclusion from other families. "The toilet and shower blocks are over that way" Carol indicated for the benefit of Debbi and Max who had not been here before. "Or you can go in the woods" Charlotte laughed. "Bears shit in the woods" Derek joked. "Bears ?" asked Debbi, alarmed. "There are no bears in England Deb" Carol reassured her.

Derek took charge of the BBQ and the simple food tasted delicious under the open air, helped down by some wine that Max had deigned to contribute. "I'm going to change into my PJ's before it gets dark" said Charlotte. Great, PJ's thought Max. "And I don't want you two getting up to anything untoward in that tent" Carol warned. She couldn't control what Max and Charlotte might get up to at other times but she wasn't going to be a facilitator for her own daughter. And besides, she had other aims for this weekend.

And so it transpired that the evening came to an end with just Max and Debbi still sitting around the dwindling fire. An owl hooted in the distance, spooking Debbi. "What was that ?" "Just an owl" Max replied. "Though of course, something larger might have spooked it." "Like a puma ? Or a bear ?" "No, no. I'm sure nothing like that" said Max authoritatively. "Anyway, I think I'll go to bed too" Debbi decided. "I'm just going to stay and finish this cigarette" said Max. He watched her ass as Debbi crawled into her tent and, after she had switched on the lantern inside, watched her silhouette as she took off the few items of clothing she was wearing. She was obviously going to sleep nude in her sleeping bag. I know which tent I'd rather be going into, Max thought to himself as he headed for the larger one that he was sharing with Charlotte !

"You two boys cook us some breakfast while we three girls hit the showers" Carol insisted the following morning. "I'm not really cut out for cooking" objected Max. "That's OK, I'll start the BBQ again and line up the bacon eggs and fried bread for when I reckon the ladies will be returning" said Derek. His view of Max as a lazy asshole was being strengthened at every minute but he knew of Carol's plans for the weekend and so was playing nice for now.

Carol and Charlotte were both dressed in lightweight summer slacks and tops, while Debbi was showing considerably more flesh in an abbreviated crop top and those doctored cut offs. Carol had plans for Debbi and the showers but that was for later in the weekend, this morning was a reconnaissance trip as far as she was concerned to remind herself of the layout there. "They're a bit basic but we're only here for a couple of days" she apologised to Debbi as they arrived at the shower block. "They look clean enough, no problem" Debbi replied. The segregated shower area was not completely open plan, each shower head had its own partitioned compartment but they were all open to the main area which simply provided hooks for clothes to be hung on alongside a row of sinks. Carol was happy to see that it was as she remembered.

This morning, the three of them showered happily and cleaned their teeth at the sinks. "No blow dryers I'm afraid Deb" said Charlotte. "The weather's so warm it'll soon dry and who cares if it's not perfection" Debbi answered.

The camp site still wasn't that busy but as they made their way back towards the tents, Carol thought she saw a familiar face approaching them. "Isn't that Stanford ?" she asked Debbi. "Oh god, it is" her business partner agreed. Stanford was a rival from another company who often battled them for commissions. Misogynist didn't begin to describe him and he reserved his disdain for Debbi in particular, who was the techie in their fledgling start up. "Well, well ladies. Fancy seeing you here" he greeted them. "And who's this delightful young lady ?" he added, indicating Charlotte. "This is my teenage daughter Charlotte," Carol did the introductions. "You look far too young to have a teenage daughter Carol" Stanford said, no doubt thinking he was being suave. "Mind you, one might be forgiven for thinking that this is your teenage daughter" he continued, turning his attention to Debbi. "Quite the interesting outfit Debbi" he leered. "I'm not at work and it's a hot day" Debbi answered defensively. She was suddenly self conscious of her braless state, not to mention her bare midriff and short shorts coupled with her lack of makeup and dripping wet hair.

"Anyway, what are you doing here Stanford ? Are you on your own ?" asked Carol, making polite conversation though wanting to get away from this encounter as quickly as possible. "Yes, I'm a keen photographer and have come out to see what I can find to photograph among the nature and wildlife." It was then they noticed the camera slung around his neck. "Hoping to catch a sighting of a puma ?" Charlotte laughed. Stanford laughed in his turn, saying "Not much chance of that I fear" "Oh I don't know, Debbi here's terrified of the thought aren't you Deb ?" Charlotte joked. "There are all these sightings, I'm only being careful" Debbi defended herself.

"Well, we have to get back to our menfolk for breakfast. Good to see you Stanford " Carol lied and they took their leave but not before Stanford had insisted on taking a photograph of the trio against the forest backdrop. "It doesn't always have to be an abstract shot of nature" he explained. And to prove the point to himself, he took a second photo of the rear view of Debbi in the cut offs as she walked away.

The plan was for the gang to spend the afternoon picnicking at the nearby lake but in the meantime, they decided to take a walk in the woods after breakfast. "There's an old assault course here in the woods that the army sometimes use. Dare you to have a go Deb" said Carol. "Why me ?" Debbi responded. "Because you're the only one daft enough to" her friend replied. Everyone laughed good naturedly.

When they arrived at the rope walkway set high in the trees, Carol was not best pleased to find Stanford there. "We seem fated to keep running into each other" he greeted them superciliously. Carol reluctantly introduced him to Max and Derek. "I got some good shots of squirrels but was really chasing some interesting bird calls I heard" Stanford explained to the other two men who were interested in his camera equipment. "Debbi was just going to try the assault course, some good photo opportunities there I would imagine" Max laughed. "I didn't say I was going to do it" Debbi protested.

"Oh come on, don't be a spoil sport" Max urged her, much to the Charlotte's annoyance at the attention her boyfriend was showing to her mum's friend. Oh well, it was supposed to be a fun weekend to de-stress, Debbi supposed. "Oh alright then. But no photos" she said pointedly to Stanford, aware of how revealing her cut-offs might become. What she did not realise was that Stanford was standing blocking a sign that read 'Walkway under maintenance. Do not use'

Under encouragement from the others, Debbi climbed the ladder to the walkway which was suspended about ten feet in the air up in the trees. "It's all wobbly" she called as she tried to get her balance and began inching slowly forward. "You're doing great" Max called enthusiastically as Debbi began to make better progress. "Yeah, right, she's brilliant" said Charlotte sarcastically. Just as Debbi got halfway across, the walkway began to sway alarmingly. "Aargh, I don't like this" Debbi cried. "Stay still, regain your balance" Max called up to her. The ropes appeared to regain some kind of equilibrium and so Debbi commenced to inch forward again but suddenly the rope netting gave way beneath her and she toppled forward. "Aargh !" she shrieked.

Debbi was now left hanging precariously upside down, though fortunately one of her ankles had snagged in a hole in the netting and was holding her fast. Somewhat less fortunately, at least for Debbi, gravity took effect on the crop top that she was wearing and it slid down over her face, confirming to all that she wasn't wearing a bra and baring her tits !

Max rushed forward to support Debbi under her shoulders. "It's OK Deb, I've got you" he cried. "My foot's caught up" Debbi mumbled from inside the crop top that had slid down to obscure her face, not to mention at the same time exposing her tits ! "Here, it'll be easier with this out of the way" Max decided, as he pulled the crop top clear of Debbi's face, down her arms and right off. "No, why, that wasn't necessary" Debbi protested but Max ignored her. "Derek, can you free her foot ? It's OK, I've got her" said Max. "So we can all see" Charlotte observed angrily. Why did it have to be her boyfriend getting a prolonged close up view of Debbi's tits ?

Derek marvelled at how Max, who had been noticeably workshy so far on the camping weekend, now seemed so engaged with resolving this situation. Nevertheless, he stepped forward to try and play his part. It wasn't so easy though, because Debbi's foot was suspended ten feet in the air and it wasn't safe for anyone else to venture up onto the walkway. "Get me down" Debbi called plaintively. Max struggled to adjust his hold around her shoulders. The load was getting heavier. "I can't reach" said Derek. "Climb partway up the ladder and see if you can shake the ropes and dislodge her foot" Carol suggested. "Good idea" Derek agreed. "Stanford, can you come and support her ass ?" Max requested. "I'm not sure I could hold her if she suddenly falls" he explained. Oh great, thought Debbi, as she felt the hands of the rival she disliked upon her bare cheeks, where the cut-offs had ridden up still further.

While all eyes were focused on Debbi, Carol took the opportunity to scoop up the discarded crop top and toss it into the undergrowth. This was going great. She could see the furious look on her daughter's face. And this wasn't even part of her plan. It was completely fortuitous and just Debbi being Debbi !

Derek shaking the already flimsy walkway eventually bore fruit and Debbi's trapped foot came free. Max and Stanford strained and sagged under the sudden increased weight but succeeded in holding Debbi firm and setting her unsteadily on her feet. "Thank you" she said, somewhat reluctantly in the case of Stanford. "You shouldn't even have been up there anyway" accused Charlotte, pointing at the warning sign. "Why didn't anyone see that ?" cried Debbi in response. Answer came there none.

"Where's my top ?" Debbi asked, looking around. "It was somewhere around here" Carol replied innocently. "Perhaps the wind caught it ?" There commenced a half hearted search from most of those present and a more frantic one from Debbi. "But I'm stuck here with my tits out" she complained once the search proved fruitless. "We had noticed" replied Charlotte tartly. "Oh, what does it matter ? We've all seen your tits before often enough" added Carol. "Yeah, but they haven't" protested Debbi, pointing at Max and Stanford. "Well they have now. Join the club boys" yelled Charlotte angrily.

As he ogled Debbi's tits while she stood there defiantly topless, Stanford was left wondering what sort of things these people got up to. Carol had said that everyone's seen your tits often enough and Debbi did not demur. "I don't have any other top with me" Debbi complained. Carol had retrieved the crop top from where she had tossed it while everyone was searching but she had tucked it into her bag. She'd return it to her friend on Monday if things went to plan and she could then explain to Debbi. For now Debbi was still complaining. "You and your, 'we always travel light' !"

"You said you were bringing a bikini ?" Carol tried to placate her. "True" Debbi remembered. "I'm going back to get the top" she announced. "But we've only just started our walk. It's a shame to go back now" Max protested. "You don't all have to go, I'll go on my own" Debbi replied. "What about the pumas ?" Max pointed out. Debbi hesitated. "I can escort you back ?" offered Stanford, who had surreptitiously been snapping away with his camera. The last thing Debbi wanted was to march back to the camp topless with her creepy rival.

"Ok then, I'll come along with you all" Debbi decided. "But if any of you were gentlemen you'd offer me your top to wear" she observed. "Um, I've got a skin condition. I can't be exposed to the sun for too long" Max improvised. "You've never mentioned that" Charlotte retorted. "Er, haven't I ?" replied Max. "Well, my top's probably not the cleanest" Derek remarked, nevertheless making as if to take it off and offer it to Debbi, before Carol slapped his arm and stopped him. "That's OK Derek. I'll cover with my arms if we bump into anyone else" Debbi conceded. In truth, she wasn't that shy about being topless. It was just that this was a bit blatant and out of context and she wasn't sure about Max and certainly wasn't happy about creepy Stanford. "Oh well, see you around Stanford" she said pointedly as she led the party off. making it clear that Stanford was not invited to join them !

Oh well, it is lovely to be out in nature on a beautiful warm day, Debbi thought to herself as she wandered along the forest path, gazing at the foliage and wild flowers and listening to the bird song. The fact that she was topless and wearing nothing but extremely abbreviated cut offs could be put to the back of her mind and anyway, she was always comfortable enough in her own skin. On a couple of occasions when they encountered family groups heading in the opposite direction, she had swiftly pulled one arm across her chest and ignored the curious looks she was receiving.

Since Debbi seemed to be the only one taking much notice of her surroundings, she had drifted to the back of the group as she loitered to take in the various scents of the wood. Max held back to accompany her and a gap soon developed between them and the rest. An irritated Charlotte turned back to the pair. "You're supposed to be with me" she called back to Max. "Come on you two lovebirds, keep up !" Carol added mischievously. Her daughter punched her arm in admonition at this. "I was just making sure there were no pumas" Max responded. Of course, it had nothing whatsoever to do with admiring Debbi's tits !

Carol was pleased with how her plan continued to take shape !

On arrival back at the camp, Debbi announced that she was going to put on the top of the bikini that she had brought with her. "No need to bother on our regard" Max blurted out tactlessly, to Carol's delight and Charlotte's further irritation. "No, we'd all be more comfortable over lunch if I did I'm sure" Debbi replied as she disappeared into her tent.

Once inside the tent, Debbi decided that as well as putting on the bikini top, which was the only top she had left with her, she might as well change fully into the yellow bikini. A decision which delighted Max no end, since the bikini bottoms were brief. Very brief !

"Thought I'd catch some rays this afternoon" Debbi announced as she joined the rest of them for lunch. "New bikini Deb ?" Carol asked. "Yeah, thought I'd treat myself" Debbi answered, giving them a twirl. "Not as much coverage as the last one then ?" Carol continued. "What do you mean ?" said Debbi. "Tan lines" Carol explained with a laugh, pointing at Debbi's bum which was more or less fully exposed in this thong style. Charlotte continued to fume at Max's obvious interest.

They all stretched out in the sun for a short siesta after lunch but Carol realised this was not doing much to further her plans, despite the surreptitious glances Max continued to sneak at Debbi's body, which was considerably more exposed than Charlotte's even though her daughter had changed into shorts. "Come on you bunch of lazybones. How about we make use of that volleyball court ?" "I'm game" agreed Derek after a punch in the back from his wife. "Sounds like fun" said Debbi, jumping up and prompting Max to hastily agree his willingness too !

"Let's keep it a family affair. Dad and daughter against Deb and Max. I'll umpire" suggested Carol as they walked over to the court and procured a ball from the shed. "I want to be a team with Max" Charlotte objected. "Oh come on Charlie, indulge you old dad" Derek encouraged her. "It'll be a good bonding session for you" Max agreed. "But me and Debbi will thrash you anyway, won't we Deb ?" he added. "Absolutely" said Debbi enthusiastically.

And that was how it turned out, though mainly thanks to Debbi who tore around the court energetically, throwing herself at any loose balls. Max was too distracted by her bouncing curves to be of much help but he did have a killer serve. Debbi had to readjust the bikini top several times when her tits broke free. "They won't stay put" she giggled.

"Phew, that was hot work" Debbi exclaimed when they finally called a halt. She had been running around far more than any of the other players. "It's too early for dinner. I think I'll go and take a shower first" she announced. "Hang on a second and I'll come with you" said Carol, the germ of an idea forming. She could sense that it wouldn't take much more to push Charlotte over the edge in her annoyance with the attention Max was paying to Debbi !

"I'd better go and put my shorts back on first" Debbi said, for once being uncharacteristically shy about walking across the camp site to the shower block wearing only the ultra revealing bikini. Despite the unseasonably warm weather of this Indian summer, the camp site was not exceptionally busy and it was quiet as Carol and Debbi approached the shower block. The early evening sun was already beginning to set. "I can't believe it's September and still so hot" Debbi said, as she took off the three items of clothing she was wearing and hung them with her towel on the hook provided. She placed her sandals underneath.

"I'm only going to have a pee, I think I'll shower later or in the morning" Carol said. "Will you be alright Deb ? I ought to get back to help Derek with dinner, I doubt that the other two will be of any use." "Yeah, fine" Debbi replied, stepping into the shower. "It's just that I got so sweaty playing volleyball."

Carol hung back to one side of the partition as Debbi turned on the water and waited for it to run warm. She waited until she saw that Debbi had applied shampoo to her hair and had closed her eyes before leaping forward and scooping up the clothes and towel from the hook on which Debbi had hung them. She can keep her sandals, Carol thought to herself with a grin. She wrapped the clothes in the towel, so that the others assumed it was just her own towel she was carrying on her return and which she was depositing in her tent. Give it twenty minutes, she gauged to herself.

"I don't know where Debbi's got to" Carol announced when she reckoned that enough time had passed. "Could you go over to the showers and check that she's OK Max ? Even Debbi shouldn't take this long over a shower and it's starting to get dark."

"I'll go" said Charlotte. "No you don't young lady, you can help me and your father prepare dinner. You haven't lifted a finger yet this weekend" Carol asserted. "It's no problem, I'll go" Max agreed, a little too readily for Charlotte's liking.

The combination of the words 'Debbi' and 'shower' were more than enough to encourage Max to speed over towards the shower block. He became a little more diffident as he approached the door to the women's showers. "Debbi ?" he called out tentatively. "Don't come in" a voice called from inside. "No, of course not. Are you OK ?"

"I'm naked"

"Well, it is a shower ?"

"I know but somebody's stolen my clothes !"

"Don't you have a towel ?"

"No, they stole that too ! Can you go and borrow one for me and bring it back ?"

"Well, I could. But I'm worried about leaving you. It's getting dark and when I was on my way over here, I heard some horrible growling from the undergrowth."

"Pumas ?" cried Debbi, panicked.

"Well, it might be. They hunt at night."

"But I'm safe in here ?"

"Depends how hungry and desperate they are !"

Max thought it was worth trying his luck. He'd seen plenty of Debbi already but if there was a chance of seeing her completely naked and walking with her like that back to the camp site ? The older man's dalliance with Charlotte had been fun and easy but Debbi was in a different class and although still younger, closer to him in age. He fancied his chances. "I don't know what to do ?" Debbi called out to him forlornly. "It'd be much safer if you came back with me and I could take care of you. I won't look" Max lied.

He waited a couple of minutes until finally a shivering and bedraggled figure emerged, hunched over with one arm held across her breasts and the other clamped firmly to her crotch !

Debbi had been grateful to slip her feet into the sandals that had been curiously left by whoever had walked off with her clothes and towel. This led her to think it may have been a childish prank rather than an actual theft but she could not think who might have done that. She had no desire to walk naked across the camp site with Max but the thought of hungry pumas in the vicinity won out over any reluctance. Her hair was soaking wet since she had not been able to dry it and had stayed under the shower to try and keep warm until the water had begun to run cold. Now she was shivering and nervous and her arms were draped around herself as much for some warmth and comfort as to hide her charms from Max, or anyone else they might encounter on the way. In any case, it was only really her pussy that Max had not already seen by now, she realised.

Nevertheless, she endeavoured to keep in her 'embarrassed nude female' pose as best she could while they shuffled along.

"You said you wouldn't look"

"I know but I have to see where you are to make sure you're safe"

"Why do you keep hanging back ? Are you trying to see my bum ?"

"No, no, just checking for pumas"

Stanford couldn't believe the sight he saw coming towards him. It was that nice chap Max who he had met earlier in the day. But of much more interest was that bimbo Debbi, who kept winning contracts over him and who now seemed to be soaking wet and stark naked ! He stood off to one side of the path to take a few photos before they noticed him. "Stanford, hello. Finished photography for the day ?" Max greeted him. "Well, the light's fading" Stanford explained. "I'm sure that camera can cope with any lighting conditions" said Max. "Oh yes, it can" Stanford agreed. "But I was also going to get a bite to eat" he added, before addressing the elephant in the room. "But what's happened to you Debbi ?" he asked. "Someone stole her clothes and towel from the shower" Max began. "I can talk for myself, I'm not a total idiot" Debbi said angrily, annoyed to once more be caught in a compromising situation by her business rival.

"Isn't your camp in the opposite direction ?" she asked Stanford pointedly, once she had finished telling her tale of woe and when he appeared to want to carry on walking with them. "Two guards are better than one in case of pumas" Max replied. "And I'm sure Carol can rustle up some extra food for Stanford."

It was slow progress back up the trail with the two men dancing around her, continually attempting to get surreptitious glimpses of what Debbi was trying to keep concealed. Debbi was getting exasperated, not to mention cold. "Oh for god's sake" she cried finally. "If you're both that desperate to see, come on, take a good look." And she stood up straight with head back and hands defiantly on her hips. Stanford quickly raised his camera. "Hey, no photos" Debbi protested. But too late !

After her exasperation at Max and Stanford had led to her defiant naked stance, Debbi did not think it was worth bothering with the awkward ENF posture any more unless they encountered anyone else on the path, which as luck would have it they did not.

Thus it was that it was a deceptively casual looking Debbi that strolled back in to the camp, naked between the two men. "What on earth ?" Charlotte exclaimed angrily. "Someone stole Debbi's clothes, that's why she was taking so long" Max explained. "You could at least have wrapped a towel around yourself" Charlotte accused Debbi. "Oh yeah, of course, silly me, why didn't I think of that ?" Debbi answered sarcastically before adding, "They bloody stole the towel as well !"

"Then you should have come back here to get a towel for her." Charlotte turned her wrath onto Max. "We were concerned about the pumas" Max answered lamely. "Oh for crying out loud !" exclaimed Charlotte.

"Deb, I'm so sorry" Carol cut into the conversation. "I saw this gang of teenage girls hanging around and giggling when I left you but I didn't think anything of it. They must have taken your stuff as a prank. Did you notice them ?" she asked Max. "Afraid not, they must have gone" he replied. "Anyway, what's Stanford doing here ?" Carol had just noticed the presence of their creepy business rival, who had been taking advantage of all the distractions to take several more photos of Debbi. "Oh, we met him on the trail and he was helping us keep watch for pumas, so I thought the least we could do would be to offer him some of our supper" said Max. "If it's no trouble ?" Stanford added ingratiatingly. Nobody but Max wanted Stanford there but it seemed too rude to kick him out.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was reaching boiling point. "Are you going to just stand there all night parading in front of my boyfriend and showing everyone your bits ?" she yelled at Debbi. "For god's sake go and get dressed !"

"That's just the bloody point" Debbi exploded in turn. "Travel light you all said. You won't need much at all for the weekend you all said. My stuff keeps disappearing and now all I've got to wear for the rest of the weekend is a spare pair of knickers !"

Charlotte was unsympathetic. "Well at least go and put those on" she cried. Stanford hastily brought up his camera to capture a money shot of Debbi turning and bending to enter her tent !

Debbi emerged from her tent wearing the only clothes that she had left with her. Sandals and a see through turquoise thong !user676135_pic403690_1369563139

"There, that's much better" said Carol, tongue in cheek. "Very nice indeed" Max agreed. Derek thought it best to remain silent and let his wife's plan take its' course, though he always appreciated looking at Debbi. Stanford thought it deserved another photo. Charlotte fumed.

"I can't spend all day tomorrow just wearing these knickers" Debbi protested. "Nonsense" Max disagreed. "I'm sure none of us will mind." "Speak for yourself" said Charlotte. "And it's supposed to be another really hot day tomorrow" Max ploughed on, ignoring his girlfriend.

Debbi's knickers continued to be the main subject of conversation throughout the meal. Stanford seemed inclined to stay all night but Carol was finally able to get rid of him and the rest of them retired to their respective tents. After a few minutes Carol was gratified to hear raised voices coming from her daughter's tent.

"You're supposed to be here with me"

"Well, of course. I am darling."

"You could have fooled me. Mooning around all day with your tongue hanging out, drooling over a pair of tits and a bare ass."

"I don't know what you're talking about ?"

"Debbi's what I'm talking about"

"Your mum asked me to go and check that she was OK, that's all. I didn't notice anything else"

"Liar !"

Carol was grinning from ear to ear, especially when the voices escalated.

"That's it, get out. You're not sleeping in here !"

"But darling, there's nowhere else to sleep"

"Go and see if your darling Debbi will let you in her tent. You're not staying in here, get out, get out !"

There was the sound of scuffling. Carol and Derek high fived each other. A couple of minutes silence ensued before they could make out another, quieter conversation.

"Debbi, can I come in there with you ?"

"No, go away"

"But Charlotte's thrown me out"

"I heard"

"I can't sleep out here in the open....I could protect you from pumas ?"

There was an extended silence. "Oh, alright then, come in. But you're not getting in the sleeping bag with me !"

"Of course not !"

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"I'm so sorry to have left you stranded like that Deb but Charlotte was so angry, she insisted we pack up and leave right that minute without even looking for you and Max !"

They were back in the small office office of their fledgling consultancy on Monday morning. Unlike when Carol had last seen her, Debbi was fully clothed in her formal business suit and every inch the professional woman. "Where were you anyway ?" Carol continued.

"I was so confused to wake up in the morning with that jerk Max next to me in the tent, then it all came back to me" Debbi began. " I didn't want to stay in the tent, so thought I'd get an early shower before other people on the site started to get up. Of course, I woke up Max getting out of my sleeping bag and trying to put my knickers back on. He insisted on coming to the showers with me, said he'd guard my clothes. Such as they were; one pair of knickers and my sandals."

"But it shouldn't have taken that long ? It took us a while to pack up all the tents and camping gear. Charlotte was quite happy for you to come back with us but not Max. She said he could take an uber for all she cared, she was done with him. But then when you didn't come back, she insisted we weren't going to wait any longer. So I just left your bag with your phone and stuff after we'd taken down your tent and Charlie just threw Max's stuff all around" Carol explained.

"Yeah, it was a hell of a surprise when we got back" said Debbi. "But what took you so long at the showers ?" Carol repeated. "Well, Max hadn't thought to bring his towel and mine was nicked as you know. So there I was dripping wet again like the night before. Not that that mattered over much. But we ran into that creep Stanford outside. Well, I say ran into him; I reckon he was staking the place out. Anyway, he said it was such a nice morning again and he was hoping to get early morning glimpses of the wildlife for his camera and why didn't we join him on his nature walk."

"With you just wearing your knickers ?" Carol grinned. "Yeah, exactly" confirmed Debbi. "So, of course, I said no way. But they kept on about how it was early, there wouldn't be many people on the trail and so on. Then they went on about pumas and stuff if I went back to the camp on my own."

"So you went for another nature hike ?" Carol was openly laughing now. "Well, at least my hair and skin began to air dry" Debbi answered defensively. "And did you bump into any other people ?"

"A whole bunch of them as it happened. I tried to sort of hide myself in between Max and Stanford but they would stop and chat with everyone ! Anyway, by the time we got back to the camp we were shocked to see you'd gone."

"So, what did you think ?" Carol was eager to know. "Max kind of guessed what had happened" Debbi replied. "Did he seem bothered ?" asked Carol. "Not in the least, other than how were we going to get home. He told me that being with Charlotte had run its course but he didn't seem exactly broken up about it. I reckon he thinks he's got a chance with me but that's never going to happen" Debbi affirmed.

Carol was delighted at the success of her plan because Charlotte had spent the Sunday evening at home phoning around her same age college friends and organising a double date. "I hope Charlie's not mad at me ?" said Debbi, who had always got on well with Carol's daughter. "I wasn't throwing myself at Max or anything" she added. "She'll get over it" Carol reassured her. "But what happened then ?"

"So, we talked about calling for an uber. Though it'd cost a bomb from there. But Stanford said we could go home with him but he wasn't leaving until early evening."

"And you spent all day in just your knickers ?" Carol laughed. "Tell me about it" Debbi snorted. "And they insisted on going all the way down to the lake because we never got there on Saturday. Where of course they wanted me to go skinny dipping."

"And did you ?" "Well, you know how hot it was yesterday" Debbi confirmed defensively. "God knows how many photos of me that perv Stanford ended up with !"

"Oh well, you have been looking for dares to indulge your exhibitionist kink" Carol reminded her. "OK but not with people I sort of know like Max and Stanford" Debbi protested. "Oh god, I hope Derek wasn't offended ?" she suddenly thought. Carol laughed again. "He knows you well enough by now Deb. He calls you his naughty little sister ! So Stanford drove you both home ?"

"Eventually" said Debbi. "With me sitting in the front next to him. And a burger takeaway on the way back, though they had the sense to go to the drive through rather than expecting me to go inside in just my knickers."

"Well, again, sorry about all that Deb" repeated Carol, not looking at all sorry. "By the way, have you seen this ?" She showed Debbi a news item on her screen. 'Great puma hoax exposed. Images were AI generated from photos of domestic cats !'

"Oh, and while I think of it......" Carol grinned as she reached below her desk for a bag with Debbi's clothes and her towel from the weekend !

Debbi and the Wardrobe Malfunction


Carol was still in a mood to prank her boss. She knew that Debbi kept a change of clothes in her office, ever that day she was working on the printer and when she went to change the ink, it exploded all over her clothes, even soaking right through to her underwear. Debbi kept a pair of slacks, a blouse, a bra, and a pair of panties in her closet.

Carol slipped in one day after work and took Debbi's slacks and blouse. She took the slacks to a seamstress and had them taken in two sizes. She then washed the blouse in hot water and dried it on high, so it shrank. She took a razor and cut some of the threads to the buttons.

Finally, back at the office early, she rubbed itching powder in the seat of Debbie's spare panties and the cups of her spare bra. She then put the spare clothes back where she found them.

All she needed now was to find a way of getting Debbi to change into her spare outfit and what might be the perfect day to do it.

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"They've got lasagne on the menu in the canteen today, your favourite" Carol said to Debbi as lunchtime approached. "That's a shame, cos I can't make it today. I've got to take this parcel to the post office to send to my cousins in Italy" Debbi explained. Her father was Italian, Carol knew. "It's a nightmare parking in town on a Friday though" Carol replied. "I know, so I'm going to walk. It'll give me some exercise" Debbi smiled. "Don't forget that you've got to get back for that presentation you're giving this afternoon to the college kids" Carol reminded her. "Not a problem. Twenty minutes there, twenty minutes back. Plenty of time to do what needs to be done in the post office."

September in England was normally the mellowest of months, often with an Indian summer. But this year it had been unseasonably wet. Carol was just finishing her lunch in the canteen when a bright flash lit up the room, followed by the loudest clap of thunder she had ever heard. She had noticed it getting progressively darker outside but had not thought much of it. Looking out now, however, she saw and heard that the heavens had opened and the downpour was torrential. It looked more like the Indian monsoon than England in early autumn.

Carol hurried back to the office. She had almost forgotten about the sabotage she had inflicted on Debbi's emergency outfit but this could now well be an ideal opportunity to use it, especially with the presentation that was scheduled for the afternoon !

Carol did not have to wait long. Sniggering from the outer office presaged Debbi's imminent arrival. "Sodding weather" she cursed as she stood at the door to her office. "I'm soaked to the skin" she added unnecessarily, since she stood there dripping and with her sodden clothing clinging to her body. "What am I going to do ?"

"Oh you poor thing. Did you manage to post your parcel ?" Carol asked calmly. "Who cares about the bloody parcel ?" Debbi exclaimed. "But yeah, I did. I was halfway back when the heavens opened. Too far to go back and get a taxi but far enough away from here to get totally drenched." "Oh you poor thing" Carol repeated. "Let's get those wet things off you or you'll catch your death of cold" she insisted, as she moved to let down the blinds on the office window. "But I've got that presentation to the college students" Debbi wailed. "No problem" Carol asserted. "You've got that spare outfit in the cupboard remember ? After that time you got all that copier ink on your clothes ?" Debbi did now remember and was slightly mollified.

"Get undressed. We've also got that old hair dryer here too" said Carol, taking charge. "I can dry your hair while you touch up your makeup." Debbi shrugged off her soaking wet jacket and unzipped her skirt. "I can take these to the dry cleaners for you while you're at the presentation" Carol said. "Thanks Carol, you're a life saver" Debbi replied as she unbuttoned her blouse. "Those tights are going to have to go too, that's no problem cos the spare outfit has got slacks remember ?" Carol continued. Debbi now stood there in just her bra and knickers. "You were right, you are soaked right through to the skin" Carol observed. "Get those off too !"

Debbi had placed her small hand mirror on the shelf and was standing there in her office stark naked, touching up her makeup while Carol blow dried her hair for her. Suddenly the office door burst open. "Kieron, don't you ever knock ?" said Debbi calmly. "Can't you see that I'm changing ?" "Er, oh, er, yes, um, sorry Debbi" the erstwhile post boy stammered. "Well don't just stand there. Come in and shut the door. What do you want ?" Debbi asked. She had arranged a promotion for Kieron and was sponsoring him as a trainees in the HR department.

"Um, er, Karen just asked me to come down and fetch you. The students have arrived for the presentation" Kieron managed to mumble as he gazed at the woman he worshipped from afar standing in front of him with no clothes on. "Well, I can't come just at this minute can I ?" Debbi replied sarcastically, turning to face him and give him a full frontal view. "Er, no, I guess not." Kieron was transfixed. "Tell her I'll be along shortly" said Debbi, turning back to finish her makeup. "Um, sure, of course, yes, I will" Kieron agreed. "But what happened ?" he could not resist asking.

"It may have escaped your attention but we have just had a thunderstorm with a tropical downpour and I just happened to be caught out in it and got soaked to the skin. If you must know" Debbi replied. "Oh, er, right, er, I did know there was a storm" Kieron assured her. "Good, I'm glad your powers of observation have not completely deserted you" Debbi continued. "But I can find my own way up to the lecture hall. There's no need for you to stay and watch me getting dressed is there ?" she asked rhetorically. "Er, no, no, of course not" Kieron agreed, reluctantly turning to leave. "Oh, and Kieron ?" Debbi called after him. "Yes Debbi ?" "Shut the door !"

"You are wicked" said Carol to Debbi once Kieron had departed. "Oh shush, he loves it " Debbi responded. "It probably made his day" she added. "Made his day ? I reckon it made his year" Carol laughed. "Anyway, thanks for doing my hair Caz. I think I look presentable enough now. Better not keep her ladyship waiting any longer. Where's that spare outfit ?"

Judging by the light-hearted way she had dealt with Kieron's intrusion, Debbi was obviously in a good mood and Carol almost felt guilty about the sabotaged outfit. Almost but not quite ! And anyway, Debbi's other clothes were now unwearable and there wasn't any other alternative. The thunderstorm had been nothing to do with Carol, that was just serendipity. She watched as Debbi put on the spare bra and panties. It was some time since Carol had sprinkled them with itching powder and she was not sure whether it would still be effective. But she did recall from the instructions that it was not designed to start working immediately but needed to get up to a certain body temperature first. So she was confident that Debbi would not notice anything amiss before she began her presentation.

Carol was more interested in how her adjustments to Debbi's blouse and slacks would work out. Had she overdone it with the size reductions ? She watched intently as Debbi pulled on the white blouse. "Blimey, I don't remember it being this tight" Debbi complained, as she struggled to pull the two sides of the front together and do up the buttons. Carol was gratified to see that the buttons did just about hold together, though she did not know for how long, given that she had weakened the stitching on them as well as shrinking the blouse. She was pleased to see that the top buttons left a slight gap, through which the lace of Debbi's bra and the swell of her breasts could be discerned. "Sod it" cried Debbi, when she went to fasten the bottom button of the blouse and it went pinging across the room. "I can sew it on for you if you take the blouse off again" Carol offered, knowing full well that there was no time for Debbi to take her up on the offer, something which Debbi herself confirmed. "No time for that, it's only the bottom one, I can tuck it into my trousers."

Carol then had to try to mask her amusement, watching the puzzlement on Debbi's face when she tried to get into the slacks which had been taken in by the seamstress. "God, these are incredibly tight as well. I don't understand it, I haven't put on any weight. I know cos I weigh myself regularly and anyway, I can see from just looking in the mirror. But I'm not sure I can even get these on" Debbi lamented. Carol prayed the seams would hold out, at least for a little while, as Debbi tugged and tugged on the waistband. "Breathe in" Carol advised as Debbi strained to fasten the waist and pull up the zip fly. There was barely space for her to tuck in the blouse. "Aah" Debbi sighed as she finally managed to fit into the garment. She looked at herself in the mirror. "You can see my belly button" she groaned and indeed her navel was visible just above the waistband after the loss of the bottom button on the blouse. "Nobody will notice" said Carol.

"How does my bum look ? These feel incredibly tight ?" Debbi asked her assistant, turning around. "Well, you're wearing a thong, so there's no visible panty line" Carol reassured her. "Nice definition on your cheeks though" she grinned. "Bugger" Debbi cursed, picking up her notes and heading for the door, knowing that she had no choice other than to wear this outfit.

"There you are" Karen greeted Debbi outside of the conference room. "You've changed your outfit" she observed. "Yeah, I got caught in that storm and had to change" Debbi hurriedly explained, painfully aware that her clothes were somewhat in disarray compared to how she had arrived in the office that morning. "Oh yes, Kieron mentioned something about that. Well, tidy yourself up a bit, your navel's showing ! I'll go in and introduce you to the students" said Karen.

Debbi tried once more to tug down on the under sized blouse but only succeeded in causing the top button to fly loose and ping across the corridor. Damn, she thought to herself, I'm going to have to be extra careful, that's two of the five buttons gone now. There was no mirror for her to check her appearance further but a hint of cleavage was now visible to add to the small gaps between the remaining buttons.

She steeled herself and entered the room, quickly surveying the class of a dozen students. Five boys and seven girls in their late teens. "Hi guys" she began, hoping to ingratiate herself with her audience. "I'm Debbi. Sorry to keep you waiting and thank you for coming." She noticed that they already looked a little bored. "I hope you managed to miss the storm. I got caught out in it and was soaked and so I had to change into these old clothes. Apologies for that." She had decided to tackle the problem head on and explain her slightly dishevelled appearance at the outset. However, all she managed to do was to focus attention on her clothes. The students would undoubtedly have noticed anyway as the afternoon progressed but now they were concentrated on them from the get go.

"Old clothes ?" whispered one of the girls Jody to her friend Aditty. "They must be about ten years old from when she was at school, she's almost bursting out of them !" "100%" said Aditty. "Look, you can see her belly button where the blouse doesn't close." "And her bra between those gaps" Jody added. "And those trousers ! She better not bend over." The two girls giggled. In fact all the girls were amused, until they noticed the more lascivious response of the boys and then a hint of jealousy crept in.

Debbi meanwhile remained largely oblivious to this undercurrent and tried to keep on with her presentation. She turned to write something on the white board, affording a fine view of her ass encased in the skin tight slacks. The boys were ultra appreciative but Jody noticed something else. "Look, is the seam coming unstitched ?" she hissed at Aditty. There did indeed appear to be the beginning of a small hole up by the waistband, where a hint of bare flesh could be glimpsed.

It was beginning to get warm and stuffy in the conference room as Debbi idly scratched an itch on her side. She was soon alarmed, however, to notice an increasingly widespread itchy feeling over much of her upper body and groin. She tried desperately to resist the urge to scratch but that resistance led to some agitated movements of her body.

The students began to notice something further was amiss, in addition to the threat of a wardrobe malfunction from the enforced change of clothes the woman had talked about. "What's wrong with her ?" Jody wondered. "It's almost like someone's put itching powder in her pants but who'd do something like that at work ?" Aditty responded. "Dunno but it's as funny as fuck" Jody laughed.

Debbi had no experience with itching powder. It wasn't the kind of thing her circle at school had indulged in. All she knew was that the increasing discomfort seemed to be emanating from her underwear and was becoming unbearable, not to mention embarrassing. The presentation was supposed to be concluded with the students filling in a questionnaire but Debbi decided to bring that aspect forward into the middle of the afternoon. "I just have to pop out for a few minutes to check on a work situation" she announced to the class. "I won't be long but in the meantime, I wonder if you could all complete this questionnaire for me ?"

She tried to hold herself together as she moved up and down the aisle handing out the forms. Her increasing dishevelment was even more apparent at close quarters, with her navel exposed and her slacks skin tight. As Debbi turned, Jody was able to confirm that there was indeed the beginning of a small split on the seam up towards the waistband.

Debbi tried not to rush too much as she walked to the classroom door but as soon as she had closed it behind her, she ran along the corridor to the rest room. Locking herself in a cubicle, she undid the three remaining buttons on the blouse and hung it on the hook behind the door before taking off her bra. The relief was almost immediate and she wiped her skin with tissue from the stall. There was no immediate tell tale sign on her bra but she was going to discard it regardless. And an irresistible itching continued around her crotch. "God" she exclaimed as with some difficulty she peeled down the ridiculously tight slacks. She had to sit on the pedestal to get them off completely. She then took off her knickers and as with the bra, it quickly became apparent that they were the culprit as far as the itching sensation was concerned.

Standing there naked in the cubicle, she realised that she was going to have to go without underwear for the rest of the afternoon. And with a sinking heart, she also realised that she was going to now have to get back into the tight clothes that had been such a struggle to get into in the first place back in her office !

Debbi still couldn't believe how tight these slacks had become. It seemed even harder to get them back on again in the confines of the rest room cubicle. She breathed in as much as she could and jumped up and down, trying to pull them up around her waist and get the clip fastened. She breathed in again and pulled up the zip fly, heaving a sigh of relief that obscured the ominous sound of further stitching coming undone at the rear.

She now turned her attention to the blouse, uncomfortably aware of how much more precarious her situation was now that she had discarded her bra. She tugged desperately to pull the sides of the garment together but as she then went to fasten it, another 'ping' sent a third button flying into the cubicle door ! She had now lost the top two buttons of the blouse as well as the bottom one and only two remained to hold it together. Debbi was ultra careful with these last two and thankfully they held but as she looked down, she saw how precarious her position was.

Emerging from the cubicle, Debbi crossed to survey her image in the mirror. "God !" she exclaimed to herself. The blouse was now dangerously low cut, having lost the top two buttons. Her belly button was still visible and, although there was no great sag, it was clear that she was no longer wearing a bra. Her nipples poked through provocatively and her hair was messed. But she had to go back and get through this presentation somehow. Sod it, she thought. She wasn't likely to ever see these college kids again, they hadn't shown a great interest in joining the company and didn't look like great prospects. Let's get this over with !

The change in Debbi's apparel was noticed immediately on her return to the conference room. "God, she's taken her bra off" Jody said. "I wonder if she's going commando too ?"

"Perhaps it really was itching powder ?" Aditty speculated. "She certainly seemed uncomfortable. I can see her nipples through that thin blouse" she added. "So can the boys" Jody replied jealously. The boys could indeed make out the shape and succulence of Debbi's nipples, not to mention the increased level of cleavage following the loss of yet another button. As Debbi moved round among them to collect the questionnaires, she was bombarded by spurious queries which required her to bend over the table, resulting in the blouse gaping spectacularly and giving some fortunate boy a clear view of her chest, all the way down from her tits to her navel !

"She's loving this" complained Jody. Debbi was in fact clearly not loving this, as the uncomfortable look on her face made clear. She was well aware of how much she was showing but could see little alternative to pushing on through to the end of the presentation. As she walked around the table past where Jody and Aditty were sitting, the girls could also confirm that the split in the back of her slacks had also now widened and was showing several centimetres of bare flesh. It was with some difficulty that Jody resisted the urge to reach out, put a finger in the gap and pull !

"Can't see any panties" she remarked to her friend. "Could be a thong though" Aditty considered. "We have to get her to bend over" Jody asserted.

Debbi tried to continue the presentation she had prepared for the students as if nothing had happened but even she could see as she glanced down that the students she had leant over just now must have had a clear view of her chest, given how much the blouse was gaping. Certain expressions on the faces of the boys did little to reassure her in that regard.

Just get through it, she told herself. It didn't matter in the big picture. So, some kids got a cheap thrill. Who cares ? There were only a few more slides to go. She reached up to pull on the chord that would lower the projector screen when disaster struck.

Everything happened at once. The strain on the remaining two buttons of her blouse was too much as she stretched to reach the chord. They flew off across the room and her blouse swung open. Instinctively, Debbi chased after the buttons and bent down to pick them up off of the floor. Which in turn was all too much for the seam at the back of her too tight trousers, causing them to split completely from crotch to waistband !

All of this delighted the class of students who collapsed into raucous laughter. Debbi froze momentarily, unable to think of how to respond and not even bothering to gather the two flaps of her blouse together. Jody was much more decisive and jumped out of her seat. "Oh, you poor thing" she began in mock sympathy. "Here, let me help you. My friend Aditty always carries an emergency sewing kit in her bag." She began to slip the distressed blouse from Debbi's shoulders. "Stop, what are you doing ?" cried Debbi. "Don't be silly" Jody replied reasonably. "We can't sew the buttons back on while you're still wearing it can we ?"

Debbi was left standing there topless. "Now, how many buttons have you found ?" Jody asked.

This disastrous turn of events had totally disoriented Debbi and without thinking she dropped onto all fours to scrabble for any buttons she could find, thus presenting her bare ass to the room through the spectacular split in her slacks. "I've found two" she said to Jody. "Never mind that, look at the state of these trousers" the black girl replied. Debbi felt around at her rear, even as she placed the two buttons on the table. "Oh god" she cried, feeling only bare flesh !

"Let's get these off too, Aditty can try and sew this split back together as well" Jody demanded. "No, wait, don't you have a safety pin or something ?" Debbi resisted. "They're too far gone for that" answered Jody, her fingers already on the zip of Debbi's fly. But as she unfastened them and pulled downwards, the ultra tight slacks refused to easily come past Debbi's thighs. "Blimey, these are tight, lie back on the table" said Jody. "What ? No" Debbi cried but Jody was already forcing her shoulders backwards and she felt herself stumble onto the conference table.

"One of you guys help me tug these off" Jody called as she pulled on the trousers. There was no shortage of volunteers !

"There, we'll soon have you sorted" Jody laughed as she flung the blouse and slacks in Aditty's direction. "What happened to your underwear ?" she added, as if its' absence needed any pointing out. Debbi was stunned to find herself lying on her back on the conference table stark naked !

Debbi didn't feel that Jody's question regarding her underwear needed any answer. She scrambled to her feet from where she had been lying on the conference table. There was nowhere for her to hide. All the seats in the room were taken by the students. She had simply been standing at the front of the room making her presentation before disaster struck. There was no desk to skulk behind, not even a podium. She was at the mercy of the two girls who were now inspecting the remnants of her clothes but deep down she realised that they were not salvageable.

She found she had no alternative but to adopt the classic ENF pose. Slightly hunched, one arm across her chest and the other hand clamped firmly in front of her pussy. Sure, everyone had gotten a good look at her by now anyway but she couldn't just keep standing there blatantly on display. "Aren't you going to finish your presentation ?" one boy asked tongue in cheek, breaking the spell. Debbi ignored him and stayed there cowering for a few more moments. She was acutely aware of the contrast between her current posture and the confident and teasing way in which she had confronted Kieron earlier while naked in her office. Kieron, she suddenly thought !

"Look, could one of you do me a favour" she asked the class. "Go next door into the HR department and ask a guy called Kieron to come in here ?"

"Is he your boyfriend ?" one girl laughed. As if, Debbi thought. "Please, just go and fetch him."

Kieron stumbled into the conference room to be confronted by a naked Debbi for the second time that day. "Ah, ain't that cute. He's blushing" laughed Jody. Kieron was indeed blushing but was also struck by the contrast between the confident and in control young woman who had teased him in her office earlier that day and the embarrassed figure currently cowering in front of him.

"What happened to your clothes ?" he asked unnecessarily. "No time for that. It was an accident. I want you to go and get Carol and tell her to bring my clothes." "But they'll be soaking still" Kieron pointed out. "I don't care, it's better than this" asserted Debbi, throwing her arms wide to emphasise her predicament before realising what she was showing and quickly reverting to the ENF pose !

"I can't do anything to salvage these I'm afraid" Aditty announced, holding up Debbi's tattered slacks. She may not have tried that hard anyway but as it happened she was telling the truth. "They're all fraying and coming apart round the seam and if I fold them over and sew them, they'll be so tight that you won't have a hope in hell of getting them on !" Debbi whimpered but saw that was the case.

"Look, I've got a couple of safety pins. Let's see what we can do with this blouse" said Jody, marching back to the front of the room. The other students sniggered as the black girl forced Debbi's arms apart and draped the remnants of the blouse over her shoulders. "One here" she said, clipping the two halves together with a pin. "And another here" she added, fixing a second pin slightly lower down. "Let's see how that looks" Jody concluded, stepping away from Debbi and leaving her exposed.

Debbi's tits were technically covered but the blouse gaped obviously and the two flaps at the bottom were woefully inadequate to cover her shaven pussy. "Hmm, doesn't totally do the job" Jody decided, employing a certain amount of understatement. "But good enough for you to finish off your presentation to us. After all, that is why we're here" she reminded Debbi !

Debbi would normally have been very gratified to see the rapt attention that the students were now paying to her presentation but she was aware that this was not due to the quality of her speech but to the fact that all she was wearing was a tattered blouse held together by safety pins and leaving her completely bottomless from the waist down !

So it was with much relief that she greeted the arrival of Kieron and Carol. Though her response was not exactly grateful. "What took you so long ? Have you got my clothes ?" Carol ignored the question initially and replied with one of her own. "What happened ?" "It was an accident, You saw how tight those trousers were, they split completely !" Carol tried to keep a straight face. "And the blouse ?" she asked. "The buttons kept coming off" Debbi explained.

"But you aren't wearing any underwear ? Where are your bra and pants ?" Carol continued her interrogation. "In a bin in the ladies. Somebody put itching powder in them." The students burst into laughter having their suspicions regarding this confirmed. "But who on earth could have done that ?" Carol probed. "It's bloody obvious isn't it ?" Debbi spat. Carol flushed slightly and her stomach lurched. She wasn't going to be accused was she ? "It must have been Diane" Debbi continued, much to Carol's relief. "I'll get her back, you see" she vowed. Yeah right, that's gone well in the past hasn't it, Carol thought to herself but she didn't voice that opinion.

"Anyway, that doesn't matter at the moment. Have you got my clothes ?" Debbi repeated. "No, I sent them to the dry cleaners for you, I thought that would have been what you wanted" Carol explained disingenuously. "What ? Even my bra and knickers ?"

"Afraid so. But when Kieron told me what the trouble was, I made a kind of dress here out of this bin liner, that's what was taking me so long" said Carol, producing the black plastic from behind her back. "I'm not wearing a bin bag" Debbi exploded. The students were in hysterics by now. "Only for a little while" argued Carol. "We can send Kieron out to the supermarket to get you an emergency top and jogging pants. Let's get this blouse off you and you can try on the bag !"

The class of students looked on laughing as Debbi once more stood before them stark naked after Carol had removed that blouse and fussed with the arm holes she had cut in the bin bag. "Lift up your arms" she instructed Debbi while she lowered the plastic over her head. The garment, if such it could be called, ended mid thigh and gaped significantly at the arm holes. Debbi was doubtful how long it would hold together. "Hmm, not perfect but it's only until Kieron gets back from the shop" Carol decided.

"Great" said Debbi sarcastically. "Stay here now will you Carol ?" she asked her assistant. She tried to continue winding up her presentation, much to the amusement of the class. Every time she lifted her arms, the bin bag dress rose above her crotch, once again displaying her pussy to one and all. Fortunately, Kieron was surprisingly efficient and was soon back with his purchases. Debbi ripped open the packaging and the students were treated to one final glimpse of her naked body, as she ripped off the bin bag and climbed into the t-shirt and jogging pants that Kieron had purchased. They weren't the sort of things that she would have chosen for herself and Debbi doubted that she would get much wear out of them but at least she was now adequately covered again.

The presentation finally at an end, Debbi looked pleadingly at Carol and Kieron. "Can you take them back to Karen ?" she asked. "Tell her I had to rush back to solve a problem, I don't want to have to explain to her why I'm now wearing these things."

She then turned to the class. "Er, I'm so sorry about all that. I hope it didn't spoil the presentation too much for you. Don't say anything about er, you know what, will you ?" she exhorted them. "We won't say a word will we guys ?" asserted Jody, who was obviously leader in this group. "I must say it was all a great deal more entertaining than we thought it was going to be, wasn't it guys ?" she added to universal approval. "This could even be a really fun place to work !"

Debbi and Kaitlynne


Kaitlynne was going to lose another gig. And she had been looking forward to cleaning up with all the tips a drunken crowd was likely to give. But her top priority was always the bairn. Her sitter had called saying she had an emergency and would have to leave in half an hour. Kait could not countenance her boy being left alone, her hurry was desperate. And so it was that she was weaving her way frantically through the crowded tube station. The District split into three lines and if she missed her route it would be a twenty minute wait until the next train going that way. In a final determined lunge to get past the closing doors, she bumped roughly into another woman who had just departed the train. "Sorry, I'm sorry" she called after the woman, who Kaitlynne vaguely registered had fallen. Nothing she could do, she had to get home to her baby. Another thing Kaitlynne didn't notice until the train was pulling out of the station was that she had dropped her own bag !

"Miss Kaitlynne, are you OK ? Kaitlynne can you hear me ?" Debbi's head was swimming as she opened her eyes. Had she momentarily lost consciousness ? She thought she must have. "Kaitlynne, do you need a doctor ?" Debbi realised that her persistent questioner was an anxious station attendant. "Kaitlynne ?" Debbi answered woozily. "Sorry to be so informal but I took the liberty of looking at your ID in your bag here" the attendant explained. "Ooh, goodness !" Debbi exclaimed, looking down at her smart business skirt which was bunched up around her waist and then beyond to the crowd gawking at the full length of her legs and knickers. She rapidly adjusted her dress as best she could from her prone position. Her head swam again as she sat up. "Sorry about that" explained the attendant but he had not wanted to incur any suggestion that he had been taking advantage of the shaken passenger while she had lain momentarily unconscious. And besides, he was enjoying the view.

He still had a duty of care, however, and repeated his question about whether 'Kaitlynne' needed a doctor. Debbi blinked and looked around her as she was helped to her feet. "No, no, I'll be fine, just need a second" she answered. "Are you sure ?" the attendant asked one last time. When Debbi reiterated that she was, he decided to let things be. Which would save an awful lot of paperwork. "Here's your bag" he said, offering the unfamiliar looking item to Debbi.

Unfortunately, the bag wasn't the only thing that seemed unfamiliar to Debbi. She was aware that she hadn't wanted to be fussed over by any paramedics or, heaven forbid, have to brave the horrors of the A & E department. But all of a sudden, that seemed to be all that she was certain of. Where am I ? Who am I ? Her surroundings looked vaguely familiar. Don't panic, she told herself. This is short term, things will soon come back to me. I've got my bag. The guy kept calling me Kaitlynne. She delved in the bag, there was a debit card and there was the name, Kaitlynne. Guess that must be me but why doesn't it feel right somehow ? Along with the debit card was 'her' phone. Perhaps that would jog her memory. The screen lit up, there were several missed messages, but unable to remember her passcode, Debbi was stuck on the lock screen, and could only see the most recent one: “Kait!! Where the hell are you?! The pub called and said the guys have already arrived and are getting antsy! Get your ass over to Brewer Street pronto!” This all seemed to be of the utmost urgency. Somewhere in the recesses of her foggy memory banks, she realised that she knew where Brewer street was. Perhaps things would be clearer if she headed there ?

When Debbi arrived at the seedy little pub, it was already quite packed. A rowdy bachelor party was making a commotion near the stage and Debbi started having second thoughts, perhaps coming here wasn’t such a good idea. She turned to leave, but the barmaid grabbed her shoulder.

“Kaitlynne?”

Debbi nodded. “With an E. I’ve never seen it written that way before.” The barmaid added. Debbi frowned. 'With an E'. The words rang in her ears, haunting her like something remembered from a dream, something about this was all wrong! She wanted nothing more than to sprint out of this grimy establishment and never look back, but her legs wouldn’t move.

The barmaid broke Debbi from her trance “Well you’d better get ready in a hurry, cause if you aren’t up on stage soon those guys are liable to tear this place apart!” She dragged Debbi to a small little back room adding “You can get ready in here but be quick!”.

On stage? Get ready? Debbi’s heart was pounding, what exactly was expected of her anyway? Perhaps she should have explained the situation to the barmaid. Perhaps her amnesia would have gotten her excused and she could have gotten some time to clear her head without being fired. 'Fired'. Debbi laughed at the thought, what the hell did she do anyway? She began rummaging through 'her' bag, hoping it might provide a clue as to what she was doing at this place and what exactly was expected of her on stage.

There were no major revelations but she did find a red wig and decided to try it on. She stared at her refection, pleading it to restore her memory. But while the wig didn’t look half bad, it provided no such clarity.

Debbi was startled by a violent rapping on the door. It was the barmaid. “ALL SET IN THERE?!”. Debbi gulped, it was showtime, whatever that meant. Debbi stepped onto the stage and the crowd went wild. The music started and Debbi’s eyes grew wide as she realized what they all were waiting for. What was expected of her was suddenly clear, she was a stripper!

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Derek's attention was drawn to the stage as soon as the music started. The exotic dancer the stag party had secured wasn’t half bad. She had come in some kind of secretary costume or as some kind of snooty little corporate chick. That was a fun twist. But what he and the rest of the male patrons were interested in, was what lay beneath that business suit. Derek couldn’t help but think that there was something familiar about this stripper. But there was no way he could know her. His wife wouldn’t let him off the leash enough to allow him to be some sort of strip club veteran. This stag party for his mate was a rare exception.

As Derek studied the face beneath the red bob, suddenly it hit him. The stripper bore a striking resemblance to his wife’s boss Debbi ! Derek grew excited. While he usually preferred his women to be more on the buxom side, the stripper’s resemblance to someone he knew offered a renewed interest in her show.

At a corner table Debbi’s lecherous old neighbour Alvin sat nursing a drink. He was drowning his sorrows as was his Friday night routine. When the music started the old codger perked up, he hadn’t been aware that a stag party had arranged some special live entertainment right here at his usual watering hole. But when he saw the crimson haired young lady take the stage, he knew he had to move in for a closer look.

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Debbi was frozen with fear. “GET ON WITH IT!” Shouted one impatient drunk. Debbi started swaying her hips to the music, and even this small motion drew approval from the crowd. Debbi started getting a little more into it, she was feeling the music, and maybe if she went through the motions, it would all start coming back to her.

With trembling hands she reached up and began unfastening the buttons of her blouse. When the job was finished she let the blouse fall open revealing her black lace bra and drawing a roar from the crowd. However it did not 'all come back' and she still felt embarrassed and mortified to be dancing up on stage, wearing so little, in front of all these eager men. She shed the blouse completely and continued dancing dressed as she was, for a while hoping perhaps that would be enough. But her hopes where dashed by an unsatisfied shout from a familiar looking old man in the crowd “Lose the skirt!”.

Debbi turned her back to the crowd and grabbed the skirt's zipper. Taking a deep breath. How could she do this every night ? Wait, did she do this every night ? Her head was still so foggy but she somehow felt duty bound to the waiting audience and this propelled her forward. She lowered the zipper and let the skirt pool at her feet before kicking it off the back of the stage. The crowd was treated for the first time to the amazing unobstructed view of Debbi’s bum, her cheeks teasingly poking out from beneath her sheer black lace undies.

Debbi turned back around to face her viewing crowd and resumed her dancing, trying her best to avoid eye contact with any of the many pairs of eyes all staring up at her, feasting on the abundant amounts of bare skin. After a few more minutes of dancing, the song came to an end. Debbi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking this terrible ordeal was over. But the men began pounding on the bar and the edges of the stage in unison, chanting “Take It Off! Take It Off! Take It Off!”.

They weren’t about to let her get off that easily. 'Come on Kaitlynne (that still didn’t feel right) you are a professional, you can do this' Debbi thought. With her eyes clamped tightly shut, Debbi reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the stage. A roar of appreciation rang out as the crowd drank in the sight of Debbi’s bare breasts. “Nice tits babe !” the old bastard shouted out. After what felt like an eternity, never once opening her eyes, Debbi clamped her hands to her chest and ran off the back of the stage.

Debbi sat in the backroom with the door ajar, trying to catch her breath, when a member of the stag party approached her. Still flustered from what she’d just done Debbi, could not even think clearly enough to hide her exposed breasts from the man who now stood within a few feet of her.

“So um..” The drunken best man began “Great show so far...”

'So Far ?' Debbi thought. Did they really expect her to go back out there ?

“But you know...” In his drunken state the best man decided to press his luck and see if he could bluff this stripper into a more explicit show. “on the phone when we requested a stripper, and agreed on a price, we were promised the Full Monty... if you know what I mean?”

Debbi just stared at the man, she did not as a matter of fact 'know what he meant'. It was not the reaction the best man had hoped for but he decided to double down. “So, anyway, I expect you to lose the knickers before the end of the next song.” He said matter-of-factly before walking away to return to his mates.

Debbi was floored. 'Lose the knickers ?' She was expected to expose all her most intimate bits to this rowdy bunch? How had she ever gotten in to this line of work in the first place she wondered ? For what felt like the millionth time tonight her train of thought was interrupted, when the barmaid grabbed her arm. “Great job so far, but you’d better get back up there, these guys are getting restless.”

Once again Debbi found herself back on the stage, a whole new song beginning. Her dancing was much less enthusiastic this go around, and she barely moved as the impending doom of ditching her panties weighed heavily on her mind. The men for their part didn’t care much, they enjoyed watching Debbi’s bare tits regardless of how little she moved.

The best man watched the show with his fingers crossed. Had his bluff worked, would his posturing pay off ? As Debbi scanned the crowd her eyes locked with the man who had approached her off stage. He shifted his expression to a stern one, hoping to drive the point home. Debbi swallowed hard and grabbed the waistband of her knickers with both hands. Closing her eyes again she steeled herself, yanking her knickers down and off all at once !

There was an explosion of cheers from the crowd. People pushed and shoved, fighting for the best position from which to explore the sight of the stripper's newly exposed pussy ! Now Debbi really started to move, dancing much more energetically. It seemed much less embarrassing to keep moving, thereby limiting the view she provided, as opposed to standing like a statue for their inspection and letting them fuck her with their eyes.

“Let's see you twerk that ass !” Alvin croaked. The best man chimed in with “You heard the old man. How about showing some respect for your elders by shaking that ass ?”. The crowd laughed. In her current state, Debbi did not know if she had ever known how to “twerk” but she certainly didn’t know now. Even so she gave it her best shot, turning her bum to the crowd, bouncing and shaking it for their viewing pleasure.

There was a break in the music and Debbi awkwardly stopped her twerking. She was surprised by a sudden presence on stage. The best man had joined her and brought with him a single chair. “And now for the main event.” the best man began “A lap dance for our mate Eddie on his last day of freedom ! Come on up here Eddie.” The best man left the stage and was replaced by whom Debbi could only assume was the groom Eddie, who sat expectantly in the chair placed on stage.

Debbi wasn’t sure where to begin, did she really have to give this guy a personal up-close dance ? Was that a part of her job ? She couldn’t be sure but everyone was waiting. Doing the only thing she could think of, she walked over and straddled the man, shaking her chest in his face.

Debbi let out a yelp when Eddie grabbed her ass, taking a big handful of each cheek. This was not appropriate, was it ? He should keep his hands to himself, shouldn’t he ? Debbi found herself unable to remember what the protocol should be, so she remained silent to the groping. As Eddie pulled her towards him, she felt her cheeks spread, she could only imagine the view the crowd behind her was enjoying, one previously reserved for her gynaecologist and intimate lovers. Debbi wanted to disappear.

But for now she needed to rectify the current situation. To Eddie’s disappointment she stood up, breaking free of his grasp. His smile returned however when she simply turned around and resumed dancing, this time facing the audience with her back towards him. Debbi danced for a while and gained a little confidence.

Taking matters into her own hands Debbi finished the dance and then stood up announced “How about a round of applause for our bachelor ?”, motioning for Eddie to leave the stage. Eddie was disappointed his special dance was over so soon. Wanting a souvenir to remember this night by, he scanned the stage for the stripper’s discarded knickers but they were nowhere to be found. And so the by now very drunk groom-to-be then set his sights on a new prize. He snatched the wig from Debbi’s head and hoisted it up in victory before departing the stage with the it in his hand.

The now wig-less Debbi turned to the crowd to give one last bow before departing. Derek looked up in shock and blurted out in disbelief “DEBBI ?” Debbi’s eyes turned towards the voice. That name. That face. And finally, all at once, everything came flooding back. She wasn’t Kaitlynne the stripper, whoever that was. She was Debbi ! Debbi with no E ! Debbi, a successful and well-respected Team Leader at her I.T. company. Overwhelmed, for the second time that night Debbi ended up unconscious in an unceremonious heap.

Derek and Alvin rushed to the front of the low stage, Derek to assist the stricken Debbi and Alvin to get a closer look between her legs where she had collapsed naked and spreadeagled. Derek cradled Debbi's shoulders and lifted her into a sitting position. He knew his wife Carol didn't always get on with her boss but he couldn't leave her there in distress. Anyway, he wanted to get to the bottom of the mystery of how she had ended up this evening stripping on stage in the seedy pub. "Get her a shot of brandy" he called to the barmaid. The stag party Derek was part of had initially been shocked to see the stripper collapse like that but now it was clear that she was beginning to come around and that their mate Derek had taken charge, they once more focused on her naked form.

"Here Kaitlynne, drink this" the barmaid said. Debbi spluttered as she took too large a gulp of the strong liquor. "What's all this Kaitlynne stuff ?" the puzzled Derek inquired. "It's her name" the barmaid replied. "No it isn't, her name's Debbi. She's a serious business woman" Derek informed her. "That's right, she lives near me. I didn't recognized her in that wig" Alvin confirmed. "I guess Kaitlynne's a stage name ? Maybe she doesn't want people knowing she does this as a side line ?" the barmaid speculated. "Well, she wouldn't would she" agreed Alvin.

While this conversation was going on around her, Debbi was slowly pulling herself together and the events of the evening began to take shape in her befuddled brain. "I am Debbi" she slurred. "I'm not a stripper. I had an accident earlier and lost my memory temporarily." She began to recount the collision at the station, how Kaitlynne's bag was left by her and how, with the aid of the station worker, the assumption was made that she must be Kaitlynne. Then the frantic text messages on the phone sending her to the pub and the events there that they all knew about.

"Well you did a great job anyway, better than any strippers we normally get" the barmaid complemented her. "Thank you" said Debbi. "Er, I think, I mean, I guess it's thank you." She was still not yet fully herself. "Yeah, you were great" the stag party agreed. "Um, I think maybe we should get you back stage so you can put your clothes on again ?" Derek reluctantly suggested. All this while Debbi had been stark naked and making no attempt to cover, a situation she belatedly rectified with her hands and arms as she got unsteadily to her feet !

The barmaid accompanied her to the small back room, where thankfully her business suit was still to be found. There was no sign of her underwear but that could not be helped.

Derek had waited outside. Debbi blushed to emerge to appreciative applause from her erstwhile audience. "I'd better run you to the hospital to get you checked out" said Derek. "Friday night in A & E ? When there's a match on ? I don't think so" Debbi replied, feeling a little better while remaining mortified over what had occurred. Especially with that old lecher Alvin being there too. "But I think I should go and take this bag to Kaitlynne whoever she is." Debbi gestured to the shoulder bag that had been the root of her troubles and the misunderstanding. "It's got all her stuff in it and she'll need it."

"Well, I can run you over there then. You know who she is ?" Derek asked. "No idea" answered Debbi. "Though I'm guessing it's the girl who knocked me over at the station. But the address is here on her ID."

Kaitlynne's address turned out to be in a rather forlorn looking block of three story flats. Those that had been purchased by their occupiers under the right to buy scheme had made attempts to smarten up with new doors, window boxes and a lick of paint. Those that remained the responsibility of social housing had a much more unloved appearance. Kaitlynne's was one of those.

"You can stay in the car" Debbi told Derek. "I shouldn't be long." Derek studied the block of flats. "Maybe I'd better come with you just in case ?"

Debbi rang the bell. There was the commotion of a yapping dog and crying baby and a distant cry of 'who the hell's that ?' The door was opened by a tired and harassed looking girl, maybe a year or two younger than Debbi but with twice as much life experience it seemed. "Yes ?" the girl demanded. "Um, sorry to bother you but are you Kaitlynne ?" Debbi began. "Who wants to know ?" the girl answered defensively. "Er, I think this is yours ?" Debbi replied, holding up the bag. Kaitlynne's demeanour softened, as did her face, betraying her age. "Oh god, thank you so much. I was going frantic, it's got all my stuff" she said as she delved into the bag. "Where did you find it ?"

"On the platform at the station" Debbi explained. Kaitlynne's natural caution and suspicion kicked back in. "What took you so long ?" she wanted to know. "I thought it was mine" said Debbi. A brief argument ensued.

"What do you mean, you thought it was yours ?"

"You bloody knocked me out when you pushed me over"

"I didn't push you, we collided" Kaitlynne clarified, remembering the incident. "And I said sorry."

"Whatever, I didn't know where I was when I came to and this station guy kept calling me Kaitlynne 'cos he'd looked in your bag. And I'd lost my memory and thought I must be Kaitlynne."

"So how come you remembered ?"

Debbi began to explain the frantic texts on Kaitlynne's phone and how she had taken her place as a stripper. Kaitlynne began to laugh. "Look, you'd better come in for a cup of tea."

They made their way into the flat past a boisterous Jack Russell. Kaitlynne removed baby detritus from the sofa and went to quieten the crying child in his cot. She explained why she had been in such a hurry. As they sat sipping tea a few minutes later, Kaitlynne unlocked her phone and scrolled through the follow up messages that Debbi had been unable to access. "Wow, they were going crazy. But I couldn't tell them I wouldn't be there cos this is my only phone. Hey, but then it says lucky for you, your girlfriend turned up and saved the day. They loved you. So it seems I've still got a job !"

The baby began crying again and Kaitlynne took him out of the cot and into her arms. "He's got this virus that's going around and the sitter says she's going to stay away until he recovers, can't risk spreading it to her other kids." She looked at Debbi curiously. "Look, I know it's a cheek and I hardly know you. But you don't think you could cover for me and do my other bookings for the next week could you ?"

"What ? No, I'm very sorry but I couldn't do that. I'm not a stripper. I'm a serious business woman. Surely you can explain you've got a sick child ? They're bound to understand" replied Debbi. "You've obviously never worked in the gig economy" sighed Kaitlynne ruefully. "No sick pay, no fancy health care plans. No work, no pay. Make too many waves, miss too many gigs, no job. I only got away with tonight by the skin of my teeth and by sheer luck because of what happened with you."

"I do sympathize" said Debbi "But apart from anything else, I wouldn't know where to start going about stripping anyway."

"But they loved you tonight it seems" Kaitlynne argued, showing Debbi the messages she'd unlocked from her phone. "They did, she was great" confirmed Derek who'd been listening in amusement. "That's as maybe but I've no idea where that came from earlier. Somewhere in my subconscious or something I guess, convincing me I was you and I was supposed to be a stripper. I couldn't just go in somewhere cold and start taking my clothes off. Can't one of the other girls fill in ? From the agency or whoever it is you work for ?" suggested Debbi. "They're a ruthless bunch. It's cut throat. They'd want to muscle in and take all my regular spots away from me" answered Kaitlynne. "Look, I wouldn't ask otherwise but I'm really desperate."

The baby began to howl again, in obvious distress. The Jack Russell jumped up on the couch alongside Debbi, casting puppy dog eyes and nuzzling her hand. "Carol was only telling me the other day that you've got a backlog of leave stacked up that you should've taken Deb. I'm sure you could take a break next week."

It was pretty obvious to Debbi that Kaitlynne was in a single parent situation. She didn't dare quiz the girl about her family. This could have been her in another lifetime, under different sliding door circumstances. "How many gigs have you got exactly ?" she said finally. I always was a soft hearted fool, she chastised herself as soon as she had spoken !

"Six" Kaitlynne replied. "Six ?" exclaimed Debbi, already regretting what she might be getting herself into. "I know it's not many" said Kaitlynne, misunderstanding Debbi's reaction. "But I limit them so as not to ask too much of my regular sitter."

"So what are they and when ?" Debbi reluctantly continued. "Well, I don't work weekends. It's even harder to get a sitter then. So they're all next week. That should give me time I need for the babe to get better" Kaitlynne answered.

"So what are they ?" Debbi repeated. "OK, so, I've got two regular lunchtime slots in pubs. One here in town and one in Reading. They're easy, I don't really know why they keep going but I'm glad they do."

"But I might get recognized at the one in town, that's already happened tonight" Debbi objected. "You can take my wig" said Kaitlynne, searching in the bag that Debbi had just returned to her. "Oh yeah, about the wig" Debbi began and she explained that it had been taken as a souvenir by the stags. "I'll get you another one, or better yet, you get it and I'll pay" she concluded. "I lost my knickers too" she added. "That's one of the cardinal rules, always keep your stuff within easy reach" Kaitlynne advised her.

"OK, so we get you a wig. My other regular gig is at Pussy Paradise in Reading on a Thursday evening. That could be a problem, I don't suppose you know how to pole dance ?" Kaitlynne asked. Debbi threw her a look. "No, I didn't think you would. I'm sure it'll be OK, I'll have a word with them and I'm sure they'll be fine with you just getting naked. You can rub yourself up against the pole a few times or something. There's other dancers there, we do four sets in rotation through the evening." Debbi was getting ever more alarmed, she had assumed she'd just do a quick ten or fifteen minutes and be in and out of the venues.

"You said there were six ?"

"Yeah, the other three are one off private parties. There's an afternoon one at an old folk's home for an 80th birthday."

"A what ?" gasped Debbi in astonishment. "I know, you'd be surprised. They asked the old codger what he wanted for his birthday and he said a stripper. Then there's an unusual one. A bunch of 18 year old posh boys at Wellington College have got together to book me, or rather you, to do a show to celebrate the end of their final term." Debbi recalled run ins with the entitled denizens of the expensive private school from her teenage years. "The last one ?" she dared to ask. "That one ought to be pretty routine. An evening pub one, or maybe it's lunchtime, I can't remember just now. A bit like tonight but it's a leaving do for some guy rather than a stag night."

"I really am so, so grateful" said Kaitlynne. "Well, er, um, I'm not exactly sure" Debbi mumbled. "Oh please, please" Kaitlynne pleaded. "Go on Deb, you can do it" Derek encouraged her. "Look, why don't you come round tomorrow afternoon ? I can show you some moves, give you some more tips on what to look out for so everything goes smoothly ?" Kaitlynne suggested. Debbi was still a little light headed from the bump on the head she had sustained earlier. "Oh, alright then" she gave in. "Oh, thank you, thank you, you're a star" and still with babe in arms she lunged forward to give Debbi a kiss on the forehead.