Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga (Complete)

[perseus]

I absolutely love how this story has been escalating! I can only imagine what's in story for poor Lucy now that she has no cloths left she can wear while being hundreds of miles from home. I love that Mikey has flat out refused to give anything to wear too.

I been following this story from the beginning and this is certainly a classic in the making. Cannot wait for the next chapter

[neverdoubted]

Thanks for your encouragement. It can be hard to judge interest, especially with such a long story. I sometimes assume I have lost all the readers by now. I've resorted to waiting to see if there are any responses before posting the next part.

[Themarble]

I don't personally read a lot of enf but when the thornwood creator came back I knew I had to read his latest work. I don't comment a lot or react over here but I have been reading this story. So far I've been reading this as a stand alone but I've really been enjoying it. And this comes from a guy who reads and writes exclusively enm/cfnm. So take that as a compliment. It's great.

[perseus]

Thanks for your encouragement. It can be hard to judge interest, especially with such a long story. I sometimes assume I have lost all the readers by now. I've resorted to waiting to see if there are any responses before posting the next part.

I love the long stories personally. I want to get invested in characters and see how the change over time. This one has been a joy to invest in! I have just loved how Mikey has stepped up his date game over time and how he exerts more and more authority over Lucy. I know I'm not alone in this feeling too. There is tons of interest on my end for this story to go on and on. I hope it doesn't end for a long time. Also when it does eventually end I'm also quite interested in seeing how thornewood and Rachel's journey ends as well. As it's one of the main reasons I got into ENF

[jojo12026]

Let me add that usually by 10 parts of a series I am about over it. With Mikey and Lucy I want much more, after I don't know how many parts. While waiting for new parts, I am reading the other parts over and over. Keep it coming!

[Executionus]

Thanks for your encouragement. It can be hard to judge interest, especially with such a long story. I sometimes assume I have lost all the readers by now. I've resorted to waiting to see if there are any responses before posting the next part.

When your most recent update got 7 thanks in 24 hours, you can most definitely assume that there remains massive interest in this story. That is way above the average response stories get around here.

[neverdoubted]

Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga (Part 16)

I shook my head in disbelief and wondered if someone hadn't slipped some drugs into my corndog. Another Riviera Dave?! How many of them can there be? Or was it the same guy? It couldn't be...could it? I felt like my eyes were playing tricks on me. He did have the same build and his eyes were an exact match. But he also had a thick handlebar moustache and a completely different gait.

He walked over and leaned against the main counter; waiting for us to say something as if his world moved more slowly and he was in no hurry. I had seen cowboys on TV and sometimes at Halloween. But everything about him was so much more authentic. Only then did I realize what he was subtly drawing my attention to. It was a sign on the counter right next to him that said, "By Appointment Only."

Fearing he was about to kick us back out into the street, I wracked my brain for some excuse or angle to convince him to let us stay without buying anything. The shy naked girl I was with understandably huddled behind me. I tried to act like we belonged and were interested in becoming paying customers of whatever he wanted to sell us. But I didn't do a very good job of sounding convincing.

"Well, um, my name is Mike," I began, "and we're here on vacation and were wondering...well..." I gave up on my sentence as my confidence faltered under his unblinking gaze. I felt like he could see right through me. There was no point in trying to concoct some fanciful story. Lucy was no help. Without any clothes on, she was using me as her only means of cover and refused to talk.

Despite our suspicious behavior and lack of justification for being there, he spoke and acted politely toward us. But it was clear his patience was running thin. "How do you do, Mike? And who might this fine young filly be?"

I stammered over a pathetic response. "That's my little sister, Lucy....uh, she lost her swimsuit...and...but...we're here on vacation." When I realized I had already said that part, I decided to just shut my mouth and let him take the lead. He studied me for a long moment then looked over my shoulder at my naked sister. She shrunk back further, clearly uncomfortable with the attention.

"Nice to meet you, miss Lucy." he said gently, like he was calming a spooked horse, "Lost swimsuit, eh? Well, no need to fret. I can't say it surprises me much. I’ve been her a while and seen it all. This ain't my first rodeo. Wish I could help you; I do. Got plenty that would fit you. But I’m sorry to say this here’s a business, not a charity.”

Addressing me with a firmer tone, he added, “There are clothing shops 'round about. So, unless you folks intend to make it worth my while and buy something, you best git along.”

I tried one last plea. "We're not asking for charity, but we can't afford to buy anything. We're just looking for somewhere to stay until the weather-" the rest of my words stuck in my throat when he rose up from his reclining stance to full height. I suddenly felt very small and threatened. His hands were relaxed at his side, but I got the sense he could draw his pistols with deadly speed, if necessary. I raised my hands and stumbled back a pace to show him I was no threat.

His eyes bore into me with a steeled stare as if I might reach for a pistol of my own somehow. "Not…a charity," he repeated slowly with an edge in his voice, "now, I said my peace. You either earn your keep, or you hit the trail".

My heart started pounding as I measured the gap between myself and the door. I wanted to bolt from the store and leave the old west behind for good, but I was too scared to make any sudden moves and risk him drawing on me. Surely, I wasn't in any real danger. But convincing my mind of that was proving difficult. Before I could do anything, Lucy unexpectedly spoke up in a small voice.

"Earn our keep…how?" she asked.

His face softened and his whole demeanor changed when she spoke. It wasn’t fair. Just because she was a young girl and naked, he treated her completely different. Stupid frontier chivalry! Cowboy Dave thought for a moment then he smiled through his mustache and winked with a gleam in his eye. He even turned his back to us to look at his schedule book on the counter. I was quite offended that he saw me as so much of a threat but gave Lucy all the deference in the world. Either way, when he turned back around, he spoke much more gently; like talking to an old acquaintance.

"Well, I don't have any customers scheduled this afternoon," he said. He moseyed to the front window and looked out at the gathering storm.

"Not likely to get anymore today either. I suppose we could work out some arrangement. I can offer you a place inside for the afternoon and a free deluxe photo session to boot. In exchange, you help me make some fresh promotionals.” He pointed to the dusty posters hanging in the window. I’m pretty sure he added a few syllables to pro-mo-tion-al-s when he said it in his thick western drawl.

“What do you say,” he asked, leaning back onto the counter, and waiting patiently for us to consider his offer.

I looked at the posters. They depicted stereotypical scenes from the old west. Families or groups of people on vacation would come in and play dress-up with outfits from the time period. They could be outlaws or settlers, gunslingers or just plain cowboys. For a fee, Riviera Dave would capture it all on camera and print out memento books of the photos. This was before everyone had a camera phone in their pocket with filters. So, it was kind of a big deal.

Keeping with the times, the pictures were mostly black and white or sepia and intentionally printed on aged brown parchment. I didn't see anything obviously wrong with his old promotionals, other than the fact that the people in them tended to be older and had faces as wrinkled as the paper they were printed on. I guessed Dave was hoping to freshen up the scenes with us as actors and perhaps attract a younger clientele.

I had to admit, his offer sounded kind of exciting. Lucy must have felt the same way. She smiled up at me hopefully when I turned to ask her opinion. Given the alternative of being sent back outside naked, she would jump at the offer to play dress-up for the rest of the afternoon instead. And how could I pass up the chance to be a real cowboy for a day?

Turning back, I nodded my head and said "deal". Dave responded with a "Yee-haw!" His whole attitude towards us changed to be much more welcoming and jovial now that we had agreed to his deal. It was enough to almost make me question what we had gotten ourselves into. But I wasn’t about to back out. No telling what he would do to me!

Dave hung a sign in the window that said "Photography Session in Progress" then pulled the front shade down and locked the door to prevent intruders. He led us through a curtain into the back. I was stunned to discover how big an operation he was running as he led us through his facility.

Lucy’s nudity didn’t seem to concern him in the least which put her at ease around him. She giggled in excitement when he showed her the hair and makeup room. He dropped her off to get herself ready but had me keep following him. We entered an entire old west town that had been built inside a warehouse space. It was more like a movie backlot than a simple photography studio. There was even enough artificial lighting to simulate sunlight!

The stores along its main street were more than just fronts. Inside each one was another photography station with a place for a tripod and more lighting. He had a mercantile, a bank, a saloon, and even a jail!

Not everything was real, though. Around the "corner" from main street stood another big photography station. This was used to depict other outdoor locations. It was currently setup like a campfire with a full-sized chuckwagon to one side. A fake canyon scene had been painted on the back wall. But the wall could be moved out of the way and replaced with many other painted walls with scenes like a desert with cacti, a river, and the outside of a log farmhouse. Some of the scenes I recognized from his promotional posters up front.

Next, he led me to the impressively large wardrobe area. There were rows and rows of elaborate costumes to make any scene. Here, he surprised me when he asked for my creative input. I had gathered a pretty good idea what kind of pictures Dave would want. But he threw me for a loop when he wanted me to suggest a theme for the shoot.

He said what customers wanted most was a custom catered experience. Anyone could get their picture sitting on a fake horse. But he always got the biggest tip when he was able to incorporate the customers' backgrounds into the story. He wanted to do the same with us, and he gave me some examples to get my creative juices flowing.

One time, a bachelorette party came into his shop. They had been drinking and hooking up with random men all weekend in a raunchy bar called "Sharky's Revenge". He suggested the saloon as the perfect scene for the bridal party. They had a ball dressing up like harlots and prostitutes. And the pictures he gave them made a great memento of their fun week of debauchery.

Another time, a group came in on a corporate retreat. They were in the middle of a vicious price war with another company. Dave split the group in two. The first half got to dress up like heroic gunslingers and sheriffs who stood for all things right. The second group showed up dressed in dirty clothes in the color of their competition and rode stick horses. A shootout ensued right there at high noon on main street with the heroes winning decisively. Dave's photos of the showdown inspired the employees to defeat their competition and win the price war.

With our photoshoot, Dave wanted another story like that. He wanted to demonstrate to potential customers that whatever you brought with you into his store could be incorporated into something truly memorable. His only requirement was that I try to use as many of his sets as possible.

I thought a minute. But how could I incorporate our background? We were downright boring compared to a bachelorette party. The only thing of any interest was Lucy and her lost swimsuit…wait a minute…that's it! I immediately grabbed for the pen and paper and started writing. Before long I had an entire story outlined. I would play a small role of various parts, but Lucy was going to be the star of the shoot.

This was going to be fun!

[jojo12026]

Mikey has such a devious mind for one so young...lol

[perseus]

Mickey (or I should say you) has an amazing ability to think on his feet and turn a situation to his advantage. Can't wait to see what story he wants to tell!

[neverdoubted]

Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga (Part 17)

I leaned on my limited knowledge of Westerns and pop culture to build my story. Dave approved it when I showed him and only offered a few suggested edits based on his greater expertise and knowledge of the period. He went off to prepare the needed scenes while I went to pick out the wardrobes. I knew Lucy was going to be disappointed with hers. Other than a dress at the beginning, her character in the story I had written was fated to spend the rest of the time nearly or totally naked.

I returned to hair and makeup to find she had completely transformed her appearance. The modern sun-kissed girl on a beach vacation was long gone. Using some pictures of models provided for reference, she had taken advantage of the array of brushes and other equipment to tame her out of control windswept blonde hair and fix it into clean double braids. The tips hung down just long enough to caress her bare shoulders. I gave her one of those bonnets that you would see on Little House on the Prairie, and she tied it under her chin in a big bow. The blue fabric of the bonnet brought out the blue in her eyes beautifully.

Since settlers rarely had time for makeup, she had only put on a minimal amount. She was supposed to be a wholesome young prairie girl, not some scarlet hussy who lived above the dance halls. Besides, her radiant natural beauty and healthy glow usually made makeup unnecessary. I was pleased to see she had found her favorite shade of lipstick: bubblegum pink. It made her plump lips match her little round nipples so perfectly that I hated to give her the dress and cover them up. But I took comfort in knowing her nipples were scripted to make a reappearance soon enough.

Her outfit was a traditional blue calico pioneer dress with a white apron. It was high-waisted and came down modestly to her ankles. As any girl would, she took delight in spinning in place and watching it flair out all around her. She looked positively adorable with her beaming smile shining out from beneath her bonnet. She was quite photogenic and would make the perfect all-American model for Cowboy Dave’s promotionals in that dress. Too bad the dress wasn’t scheduled to last very long.

Once she was ready, we found Dave and began our shoot. In the first scene of my story, a young pioneer girl had ridden her one-horse buggy into town to buy feed. Lucy fit the part as the picture of innocence and promise. In her smile and demeanor, she embodied the unbroken spirit American explorers used to settle the sometimes-harsh new world. In my backstory, she had been sent to town by her parents. Being nearly still a child, it was the girl’s first time doing so by herself, but she was growing up quickly and needed to take on more responsibilities. Her first stop was the bank. That's where her journey would take a tragic turn.

Cowboy Dave had done an amazing job setting every scene and making everything perfect. With only two live actors, he filled in the scene with the appropriate amount of extras; mannequins already dressed in western wear. He said he could position them such that no one would even be able to tell they weren't real. They would always be on the edge of the shot, or facing away, or placed where they would be blurred into the background. I tried to think back to his posters on the wall how many mannequins I had seen. I couldn't recall seeing any. That meant he knew how to hide them in plain sight.

Anyway, back to the story. Just after the innocent young girl had withdrawn the funds needed for her purchase, but before she could even get back to her buggy, a bank robber arrived. That was my first role in the story. I was dressed in all black and wearing a mask. I got to hold what looked like a real pistol but was almost certainly only a prop.

In addition to robbing the bank, my nefarious plot involved robbing the patrons as well. I took the poor girl’s money then also took her and everyone else's clothes. Dave's camera clicked away as the young, scandalized settler was forced to remove her dress and hand it over to the mean robber.

The prairie girl was utterly humiliated to be stripped down to just her bonnet and boots in the middle of town. She tried pleading with the bank teller for help. But since she had just withdrawn her family’s money from the bank before getting it robbed, it was no longer protected by government insurance.

She stood inside the bank covering herself as best she could on the verge of tears. It was the beginning of the end of her innocence. When she realized no one was going to help her, she decided she had to get going, even without any clothes on.

With no money to buy feed, she could only return home. Still naked, but wearing her bravest face, she strode outside to her favorite horse, rode the buggy past the mercantile without stopping, and headed back home. But her tragedy did not end there.

As she approached her family homestead, she saw a terrible sight on the horizon. Smoke, black as night, was rising into the sky. She drove her buggy hard and arrived to find horror awaiting her on the farm. A freak prairie fire, driven hard by the strong winds of the Great Plains, had enveloped her family's land. The entire herd of cattle had been killed and the crops were destroyed. But even worse, her house had also burned to the ground with her parents and siblings inside.

Left orphaned and destitute, without even clothes on her back, the girl fell from her buggy and cried in the ashes of her homestead. I don't know how Dave managed to make that scene work. But when I had proposed it, he somehow knew exactly how to create something resembling ash piles with real looking tendrils of smoke coming from them. It’s like he was magic or something…

When her tears had run dry, the naked orphan stood up. Her body and face were streaked with ash which only partially distracted from her spectacular budding form. She had always been a good girl, obeying her elders and going to church on Sunday. But the tragedy of losing her parents so abruptly broke her. She cursed God and vowed to forge a different path.

As she walked through the charred husk of her former home, she came across her father's gun belt. It was too big to fit around her petite young waist, so she threw the leather belt over her shoulder like a bandolier. Mounting her horse and leaving the buggy behind, she struck out, not caring if she lived or died.

Time passed in my story and the next scene depicted sometime later with the girl living alone in the wilderness. For this, I had Lucy remove her braids and make a less civilized hairstyle. I wanted to show her gradually becoming wilder. As usual, she came up with the perfect thing. My sister really had a talent for doing hair! Her bonnet was long gone as were her boots, and she looked partially feral. Still naked, she subsisted off the land. She would trap rabbit and fish like her father had taught her. She would also scavenge for berries and wild edible plants.

She survived but was in no way thriving. I imagined a girl living like that would become very skinny. Lucy's fit body was able to pull off the hungry look. Dave arranged several great action shots including one of the naked girl with wild windswept hair holding some rabbit pelts and looking toward to the setting sun. She was standing tall and exhibiting her growing body nicely. Lucy, with her lean, muscular frame and the early signs of womanhood sprouting all over young body, made the perfect model for those photos.

It helped that she had lost her bikini lines that would have betrayed her as a modern girl. But I did feel her skin was a little too clean to pass for someone living off the land without any clothes. So, I went up and rubbed some dirt on her in a few places. It was my first chance to touch her newly shaved legs. I had to admit, as smooth as she had felt before, she was even smoother now, and I had to tear my hands away before I got carried away.

It was at this point in my story that the girl was to begin her life of crime. She started small, sneaking onto farms and stealing food from them just to have something to eat. She got very good and was soon stealing more than just the occasional carrot or potato. She took small tools from barns and even snuck into houses when no one was home and stole pots and pans. She had no need for the clothing, though. She had gotten used to wearing nothing and liked how it allowed her to move more stealthily.

In one series of photos, I played the role of a careless farm boy who had taken off his new fancy cowboy boots to cool his feet in a stream. The completely naked girl managed to sneak up right behind the oblivious boy and steal his boots along with his hat. The blatant, broad daylight act alerted farmers to a thief in their vicinity and they grew more alert. She was forced to move on to other targets after that.

Her first real outlaw-style stickup occurred quite by accident. A delivery wagon had taken a wrong turn and wandered into her territory. Since he was too far from town, the driver decided to make camp and finish the route in the morning. I got to play the role of the doomed driver.

Lucy, wearing nothing but a pair of cowboy boots, her father's gun belt - which now fit her because she had punched some more holes into it - and felt cowboy hat, caught the driver by surprise as he was making camp. He was initially stunned and confused by her feminine beauty and naked state. His distraction caused him to reach for his gun too late. Before he could get two shots off, the driver was dead, and Lucy was the new owner of an entire wagonload of valuable supplies.

She took the loot to her camp, which officially became her hideout. She had little use for most of the supplies. Her needs were mostly already met by the land. But she did value the guns and ammunition, including a long rifle, which allowed her to hunt larger game.

The company was not content to just give up their valuable wagon as a total loss, though. They sent another wagon down the same route as a decoy. Only this time, the cargo was two additional armed men.

But the girl, who had inherited her mother’s intelligence – not just her striking good looks, was too clever and saw right through their scheme. She set a trap of her own and when the inevitable shootout occurred, she was perfectly positioned with her rifle to take out one of the men. Then she pretended to run out of ammo and raised a white cloth in surrender. But there is no honor among thieves!

She removed her hat and boots and came out completely naked. The men let down their guard when a striking young beauty appeared around the rock with her arms raised. How could someone so chaste and innocent looking be deadly? Her beautiful bare body gleamed in the beams of light like an angel. Dave captured a close-up of her smiling to herself knowing they would be temporarily distracted by her naked charms. With their guard down, she suddenly dove into a roll and came up with her father's six-shooter which she had hidden in a nearby bush. She instantly killed one of the two remaining men and disarmed the other with her second shot.

The lone survivor was bleeding but alive. He surrendered and threw himself on this deadly naked angel's mercy. Dave got a great shot of Lucy standing triumphantly over her defeated foe. She stood in a heroic pose wearing nothing but her victorious smile. While the man begged for his life, she reached into their smoldering campfire and rubbed her cheeks with streaks of ash. She put them on herself as a kind of war paint, a painful reminder of her former life as an innocent farm girl. I had to play the part of the wounded man with a bloody stump for a hand.

Lucy let the man go to deliver a warning. The company was never to tread again onto her land. She would kill anyone who tried. The man almost died walking into town. He had lost a lot of blood but survived. Despite the girl’s warnings, the man went straight to the sheriff.

That's how the legend of the naked bandit began. Soon, wanted posters were printed and placed up around town offering a reward for Lucy's capture. Even though, in the old west, a wanted poster would either be made from a mug shot or an artist's rendering, Dave had Lucy pose for her poster. He said it was a common souvenir for vacationers, and he usually sold a lot of them, so he wanted it to be just right.

Dave took several shots of Lucy in different poses. But my favorite was a full body shot. She was standing facing away but turning partially to look back at the camera. She had her boots, belt, and a cowboy hat, but was otherwise naked. Her ripe bottom was framed perfectly by the holsters of her gun belt. She had one hip cocked to the side and her legs standing about shoulder width apart. If you looked closely, you could just see her two little pussy lips peeking out between her thigh gap.

She was turning back and pointing her pistol at the camera. Her cute little breasts stuck out in profile from that angle. Fearing her cowboy hat would mess up her carefully chosen hairstyle for that photo, she hung it on her back by the straps. Her blonde hair was done up in yet another style which looked positively sexy. She was wearing a mask made from black felt like one a burglar or robber would wear in classic cartoons and winking at the camera with one of her trademark mischievous Lucy grins. When I saw the previews on the monitor, it was perhaps the sexiest thing I had ever seen; enough to give anyone a cowboy fetish.

Having completed several sessions, everyone agreed it was time to take a break. Dave went to his computer to finalize and print the wanted posters so he could hang some around the fake town. Meanwhile, I ran over to the pizza place next door to get some dinner. Dave generously paid for the food. Stepping outside, I saw the ground was wet. It wasn't raining, but a shower must have come through while we were inside.

The sky was still ominous, and the storm threat looked far from over. But I wasn’t too concerned with the weather at that moment. I hustled back with the pizza, eager to get back to my old west fantasy world and finish the story of the naked bandit.