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It was barely 11:00 in the morning, but I trusted Nathaniel, and walked with him to the pub. When we arrived, the pub was closed, so Nathaniel had me follow him to the back of the small establishment. We entered the back door to an enthusiastic greeting from a man inside. Nathaniel hugged the man ...

Although the beautifully maintained lawns and gardens of the park were a welcome distraction, I was unable to get that stripper off my mind. I didn't even know her name. Her casual attitude about her own public nudity, was positively captivating. I couldn't escape the images of the nonchalant ...

Nathaniel looked up at me, and said, "Now Gina. Take off your bra, while imagining you're on stage at the pub". I reached behind my back, unclasped my bra and let the straps slide off my shoulders, then held it out towards him. He said, "Gina. You have to walk it over and place it in the basket. Use ...

While all this was going on, I kept telling myself, it's no different than wearing my bikini to the beach. The problem was, there was no beach, and I was the only one wearing a bikini. It felt more like I was giving a speech in the auditorium at my college, wearing nothing but my bikini, but with no ...

The time was flying by, as I noticed the tip amounts were consistent with the level of intoxication, for most of the customers. The more drunk they were, the better the tip. Not knowing the language, I smiled and kept my female parts on display. My tits, my ass, and of course my pussy. Even on a ...

It was the summer of my freshman year in college, and I was about to start my sophomore year in a few days. Some classes had already started, so about 25% of the 600 students attending the school, were back on campus. My name is Karen, and this is the story, maybe even a lesson, of how one little ...

I wasn't sure what method Mary had used to recruit new art students, but it was failing miserably. As the two old women just got up and walked out of the class, I thought to myself, "There doesn't seem to be anyone in the class, seriously interested in art, or learning how to interpret the human ...

I knew immediately Nicole was behind all this by the way she signed the text message. "Your friend from the lake". I started pacing back and forth the small dressing room, when I got an idea. The supply room! I could cover myself with the large sheets of paper used for paintings. I ran to the first ...

Nicole had given me an idea. Paper towels! I checked to see how may were in the dispenser. Damn it! None! I checked the stalls for toilet paper. One roll was completely empty, while the other had about four squares left. Not enough to conceal anything. Only the dryer on the wall was available to ...

The elevator doors opened and I saw my clothes for the first time since they were pilfered. They were still sitting on the information desk, twenty feet away. The desk was now occupied by a member of the college staff, and had several students standing in line in front of it. So close and yet so far ...