Girls Don’t Need Modesty: A Girl's Role (Part 3 April 22)

[steam train]

A very enjoyable read. The boys are certainly in the ascendancy in this story.

[LittleFrieda]

I like the theme of "Don't really want to be naked, but forced to act like I do." This is similar to some characters in The New Rules, but I'm trying to figure out why it feels so different in this story.

[Adding] Will Angela's Mom drag the other girls into doing the whole movie naked?

[perseus]

Great chapter! The situation keeps getting worse and worse for Angela, but better and better for the reader! I love how unconcerned Angela's mom was with her daughter's nudity. I think my favorite part, so far, is when Angela had to watch the other girls get dressed. I just love when a girl feels alone in her nudity. I also loved how Angela's mom didn't care that her daughter didn't get a robe, I'm hoping that the Director keeps forgetting to get her one

[Somebody]

I like the theme of "Don't really want to be naked, but forced to act like I do." This is similar to some characters in The New Rules, but I'm trying to figure out why it feels so different in this story.

Yeah that is a very underutilized theme. Using authority to force nudity, eh, that's good. Using authority to force someone to humiliate _herself?_ All the better. Toss in a medical or psychological angle or something, and you've got a tempest of embarrassment brewing.

[PhillyPhan321]

Great chapter!

You may already be thinking about ideas like this but just throwing them out there:
All the girls have to be naked for the rest of the movie and they are naked for 95% of the move.
Angela's mom makes her spend the time between the shoots nude as well saying there is no point to get dressed between going home and make to shoot in the morning.
Angela's Mom tries to make her get more used to nudity since she will be in more movies so takes her to random places like that after leaving the shoot nude.
The girls are not aware but more clear shots of them are being added to the final product of the movie.
After the movie is finished the girls whole school is invited to watch the screening of the movie.
The girls have to accept an award for the movie at a award show in their movie costume, their birthday suits.

Again, really great chapter. Your stuff is always good but this is great.

[Skylar21]

It would be great if Angela had to beg the director, in front of her mom and Anthony, to please make her shoot the rest of the movie in the nude. Asking would be humiliating for her, I think.

The other girls could wear the body socks, but she would be the only one naked.

I like the fact that her little brother sees her naked, but she's never been allowed to see him in the nude.

Great story!

[LittleFrieda]

It would be great if Angela had to beg the director, in front of her mom and Anthony, to please make her shoot the rest of the movie in the nude. Asking would be humiliating for her, I think.

"The stage lights make a suit too hot and itchy."

The other girls could wear the body socks, but she would be the only one naked.

I've never really understood the body suit thing. The whole point is, down to the resolution of the film/video/screen, you ARE naked. If Angela had a suit that exactly duplicated her real body, down to the hair/pores/bumps/color, everything ... how would that be different from naked? If you take the suit off, nothing changes. But you can claim that it's not REALLY me.

Even cultures that don't accept nudity, when they learn it's a body suit, will accept it with "Well, it's OK then." (But it LOOKS real, so why is that better?)

[Adding] This reminds me of a Steven Wright joke.

Something scary happened to me last night.
Aliens broke into my apartment and stole all my furniture.
Then they replaced everything with exact duplicates.

This is not a complaint about this story, only bewilderment about the body suit concept.

[Ramsa]

Maby the boys get to touch them for a scene

[PhillyPhan321]

Really looking forward to more of this store soon hopefully. Really all your stories are always great but this one just has a really good basis to it.

I thought of another idea to throw out there as well. The girls end up having to do the rest of the 2 and half hours of the movie fully nude but then realize at some point that the director has decided to have an R rated version of the film as well that has been taking different camera angles to include in that version that show them graphically fully nude in the film. The girls realize when they see a side monitor playing back one of the scenes they just filmed showing the 3 of them fully bent over looking for something under a deck or something along those lines with their asses up in the air fully exposed.

[superevil7]

Our call time for the next day wasn't as early as the previous one had been, and I was thankful for that. Like the day before, I was dropped off by my mother. It was summer, so thankfully there wasn't school, but that meant working in hot conditions under even hotter lights in our enclosed studio. Unlike yesterday, filming today was taking place on set. They had converted it to look like the inside of an old school house, one of those that was only one classroom, where students of various ages and skill levels were all taught together. We were filming out of order, since tomorrow we would be on the back lot that looked like an old Western town, to film us arriving from the pond. Scheduling was always a tricky thing when it came to movie making, whether the production was big, or small, such as this one.

The thing I was most worried about when I arrived was how I was going to tell Sandra and Wendy that I was going to be doing the rest of the picture nude. I know both of them had been counting on me to stick up for their modesty, as little as they might have, in those skimpy bodysuits. It was going to be hard for me to do that when I was going to be going without anything to cover myself with! Plus, I was worried about what they were going to think of me.

I arrived at our dressing room last, already feeling nervous about what I was going to tell them. I was avoiding them as long as I could, getting a coffee from catering instead of going to greet them first like I usually did. That meant they were already undressed when I came into the room. “Hey girls…” I said cautiously, wondering if they already knew about the changes to my costume.

“Angela! Hi!” Wendy greeted me with her usual charming smile. She stood there naked, leaning up against the make-up table, and made a little wave at me.

One of the make-up women was working on Sandra in the chair. “Hey Ang. Gosh, what is taking Rodger? Shouldn't he have brought in those bodysuits for us by now? I hope our make-up isn't smudged trying to get those things on.”

“Yeah, that would be a problem.” I said, going to my own chair and getting undressed. Knowing that I would be getting undressed anyway, I had elected to wear something light, a T-shirt and shorts, and rid my body of them quickly. Next to go was my bra, and then my panties, but I had to laugh out loud, as I discovered that I still had my shoes on, and my panties weren't going to fit over those!

“What is it?” Wendy asked me about my laugh.

“Oh, nothing. I just forgot to take my shoes off.” I explained, squatting down to undo my laces.

Wendy started to giggle at me, as I was facing my back to her and the door. “Ooh, Angela!”

“What?” I asked, my concentration still on my laces.

Just then I heard Rodger coming in. “Here you are, girls. Two bodysuits as ordered.” I heard his shoes squeak on the tile floor as he came to an abrupt stop behind me. “Watch out! There's a full moon out tonight!” He said, obviously directing his quip towards me!

“Hey!” I complained, starting to get frustrated as I couldn't get one of my shoelaces undone. I suddenly realized that I had straightened out one of my legs in order to get a better angle on the job, while the other one was bent underneath me, and that my bare butt was directly in his line of sight! Not only that, but as I struggled with the lace, it looked like I was wagging my bottom back and forth at him!

Then another male voice, both cute and irritating, made me realize that our dressing room door must still be wide open! “Wow, Angela!” It was one of our co-stars, Anthony, and he had just seen me halfway bent over!

I immediately bolted upright, forgetting about my shoelace for now. “Anthony!” I was so embarrassed, that all I could say was his name.

“Anthony, Nathan, get out of here!” Wendy complained, almost snarling at them. That's when I realized Nathan must have seen me bent over too, as he was standing right behind Anthony.

“Relax. We just wanted to do some line reads with you.” Anthony explained, but I could see the grin fighting to free itself from his lips.

“No! Out!” Sandra got out of her chair, and actually physically pushed both of them out of the doorway, before slamming the door on them. Then she turned around, her face red with anger. “I swear, that's the last time they're seeing any of us naked!” She marched back over to her chair, and sat down with a thud. Then motioned for the makeup lady to continue.

“Not exactly…” I started to say bashfully, though it might have been too quiet for anyone to hear me.

“Hey, Rodger.” I heard Wendy's voice, questioning, as she had gone to check out the bodysuits. “Why are there only two of these?”

“Don't you know?” He looked over at me, surprised, but I just looked down at the floor with shame. “Uh, maybe Angela should explain.” I heard his voice saying.

“Expand what?” Sandra asked, getting up from her chair.

Her makeup was done, and I sank down into my chair with worry, wondering what they were going to think about me when I told them. The makeup lady came over to start on me, as I contemplated how I was going to explain this to them. “Um, you guys know that my mom really wants me to be a famous actress?”

“Uh huh.” Wendy nodded her head at me, while Sandra stood in front of me, and folded her arms. It looked like she was already judging me.

“Well, uh, she asked Franklin… And I agreed… if I could appear nude for the rest of the film…”

Sandra was turning that dark shade of red again, and I knew she was about to blow up at me. “Are you kidding!!” She snapped furiously, the likes of which I had only seen once before, when my brother had broken one of my mom's antique dining plates that had been passed down from generation to generation to her. “We agreed that none of us were going to try and upstage one another! We said that all of us were going to be equal co-stars!”

“Sandra, I'm not trying to upstage you!” I pleaded.

“Angela, everyone is going to be watching you if you're naked! No one is going to care about us!” She went over and snatched her body sock from Rodger and slipped it on. Then she went over to Wendy, who had already donned her own suit.

“I promise you, that's not why I'm going naked!” I could already feel tears threatening to leak out of my eyes.

“Then wear the body sock!” She threw back at me.

“I can't. I already promised…” I told her with a tiny voice. The tears finally came streaming down my cheeks, messing up the makeup lady's work.

Sandra clicked her bare heels together, and made a loud clicking noise with her tongue at me. “Come on, Wendy. We don't have to talk to any upstager!” She started pulling her out of the dressing room. Wendy seemed torn, but she ultimately decided to go with her, and I couldn't really blame her. I knew what this looked like, and this was exactly what I was dreading happening when they found out.

“Here dear. Dry your eyes.” The makeup lady held out a tissue to me. I took it, thankful for her kindness. Not everyone who works in the movie business is kind to actresses, as they usually think of us as being stuck up and self-important. I would find out the reason for her kindness in a moment, as she started to laugh. “If those girls don't want to be upstaged, there's one simple solution. They should just go nude too.” She said, reapplying my eyeliner.

“Oh, they couldn't do that.” I told her. “Both of them are very shy about being naked.”

“Didn't both of them appear nude yesterday?” She made an inquisitive look, so I nodded my head. “Don't move too much, honey, or it'll mess up your makeup.”

“Sorry…”

“What do those two got to be shy about? I've seen all three of you, and you're all cute as a button!”

“Girls these days are a lot more body shy than back in our day, Beatrice.” I heard Rodger commenting from somewhere behind me, and I had totally forgotten he was even there.

“Ha! Our day? You're 20 years younger than me, Rodger! Back in my day, children were expected to run around naked, until they started sprouting hair on their nether regions. Speaking of which,” She went over and picked up a razor and a tube of cream. “Spread your legs, honey. You've got some stubble starting to come in.”

“Oh…” I hesitated for just a moment, before opening my legs for her. Immediately, she started spreading a dollop of shaving cream around on my pubic area with her bare hand. In all my dread, I had forgotten to shave myself that morning! It was the first time that anyone else had ever touched my public mound or labia, at least since I had started puberty, from what I could remember! And the most shameful part of it was that it actually felt good!

I say that was the most shameful part, but that was a lie. The most shameful part was right around the corner. Beatrice started up her story again, making swipes on the area above my lips, down there. “Why, this doesn't leave this room, but my mother shaved me below the neck until I was 16, just so she didn't need to buy me new clothes for a few more years.”

“She did!?” I asked with shock.

“She sure did!” She laughed. “I ran around with my bottom parts flashing everyone for years, since my skirt was always a little too short!”

“You did??” I could feel my mouth falling open, but also somehow I felt envious of her too. If I had lived in her day, then I wouldn't feel embarrassed about having my body parts showing. It would have been something normal and that I was used to. “Wait, you only had one skirt??”

“Dress, actually, but yep, just the one! But that was living in the great depression. Sometimes I would have to go without because it needed to be repaired or taken out.”

“Taken out?” I asked.

“That means, made a bigger size.” Rodger explained to me.

“Wait, so that means you were used to boys seeing your?…” I said, feeling myself starting to flush.

“Boys, girls. Men, women. Everyone saw my vagina, my boobs, and even my butt, until I was probably a lot older than people would think was kosher. It helped that I was always small for my age. Hell, I'm still small! I’m only 5 foot 2!” She laughed again.

“That's how tall I am.” I was still astonished that a girl of 16 years old would be running around with her private parts showing!

“See what I mean! You're only, what, 13?”

“14, ma'am.” I told her.

“14, and already shy about your body? My mother would have had you going naked every day, until you got over such silly ideas.” She told me, starting to swipe the razor over one of my lips, until it was clean and smooth.

It was only as she moved to clean off the razor in the little tray of water she kept, that I noticed Anthony staring at me in one of the mirrors from the open doorway! “Anthony!” I gasped his name, wondering how long he had been there! Sandra must have left the door open when she had stormed out, I realized.

I was about to snap my legs shut, as it dawned on me what he must be able to see, but before I could, Beatrice moved back over to me. She put her hand on my knee, and moved the razor back towards my pussy, trapping me with my legs open for him! “Don't move, honey, I don't want to cut you. Especially on all your pretty, silky skin down here.”

“But Anthony!...” I gasped again, as she started scraping away the stubble from my other lip. I could feel myself entering a daze, knowing what I must be showing to him in this position.

“Anthony, Angela wants to talk to you.” Beatrice called over her shoulder at him, before going back to her work, as if that was the reason I was saying his name!

Ever the opportunist, Anthony strutted over, like it was his job! He stood right behind her, watching as Beatrice removed the last bit of shaving cream from my pussy. The last bit of coverage I had from him down there! I clutched the arms of the chair tightly, thinking I was about to start hyperventilating in front of all of them.

“Anthony, could you please take a closer look at Angela's vagina, and tell me if it looks like I missed any of those soft, tiny hairs of hers? I forgot to wear my glasses today.” I could see the old lady hiding something behind her back, and I was almost sure she had just been wearing a pair of glasses, but I couldn't say for sure. I was too focused on Anthony as his face got closer and closer to my spread open privates! Just when it looked like he was close enough to kiss them, he stopped, taking in every inch of my girlhood laid bare in front of him.

“Why, Angela, I didn't know you had freckles down here.” I could hear the teasing in his voice, as he got a better look at my vulva then I had ever even gotten myself!

“I do?” I could feel myself going light-headed. A boy was getting a close up look at my private parts! A boy I had to go to school with, no less!

“Yeah. Right here, and here. And here!” I felt his fingertips lightly tapping some of my most sensitive skin! He had actually touched the outer lips! My labia! I felt violated, but also like my brain was short-circuiting!

“Anthony, here. If you're going to do that, clean off any of the cream I left on her.” Beatrice had returned, but not to help me! Instead, she handed him a wet wash cloth!

I could only sit there, and let my costar and classmate clean tiny bits of shaving cream off of my labia! He laid the wash cloth down flat over my lady bits, and began massaging his hand up and down on top of it, which felt good– really good!-- I have to admit. I just felt frozen with shame, as he did this, but I would soon find out that I wasn't really frozen. “I like the little squeaks you're making.” Anthony told me quietly, winking at me. My eyes traveled further down my body, and that's when I saw my hips rocking!

“Anthony, please!” I begged him. I should have been stronger! Strong enough to throw him off of me! Kick him! Slap him! Anything to stop him! But I wasn't. It just felt too good.

I saw him smirking at me, and then I felt his hand going underneath the wash cloth! His fingers slid right up my moist slit, running over my aching clit a time or two, and I was done for! “Oh, Anthony! Anthony!” My hips started bucking in the chair like crazy, and I couldn't stop myself from letting out moan after moan! It was the greatest pleasure I had ever felt in my life, and I would come to find out that it was called an orgasm.

“Oh my gosh!” Beatrice and Rodger both rushed over, too little too late, as I had just gotten my first taste of what my body was really capable of, and so had Anthony. Rodger pulled him back away from me, while Beatrice held my shoulders as I came down from the most confusing but amazing feeling I had ever experienced in my life up until that point. She pulled the wash cloth off of me, revealing my puffy red lips to everyone in the room, Anthony still included. Everyone seemed frozen in place, not sure what to do about what just happened. I wasn't even sure if Anthony or I really knew what had happened at that time!

We were still like that, when a stagehand came into the dressing room. “Uhhh, extras are arriving for the school scenes. Mr. Thomas would like for Angela to come out and greet them. He wants the chance for everyone to get used to Angela's new costume.” I could see his eyes staring between my legs, at my puffy pussy. He seemed surprised to see me in such a state.

“Thank you.” Rodger answered for me. “She'll be out in five minutes.” He nodded at him, then turned around and left, closing the door behind him, thankfully.

“Um, Rodger, maybe we ought to let these two kids talk for a bit.” Beatrice said, taking hold of Rodger's shirt collar.

“But I don't think…” Rodger started to complain.

“Trust me. A woman knows.” She winked at me for some reason, and then forcefully pulled Rodger out of the room with her.

Now I was left alone, completely naked, with my male costar! I still felt frozen!

“Haha! I made you cum, didn't I?!” Anthony laughed at me suddenly.

“What? Cum?” I asked, showing my ignorance.

“You know. Cum. Orgasm. Make your hips swivel until you can't take it anymore!” He just kept laughing and laughing.

“Shut up!” I leapt from the chair, furious with him!

“I made you orgasm! I made you orgasm! Wait until the guys at school hear about this!”

“Shut up! Shut up! Don't you dare tell them!” I tried to shout him down, but he just kept laughing at me! “How would you like it if you were naked!”

“Sorry, sweetie, but that's not going to happen.” For some reason, him calling me sweetie infuriated me most out of everything! I lunged at him, trying to rip the shirt off his back! I was going to strip him as naked as I was! I was determined!

Suddenly, his hand was in between my legs! He found my clitoris, and pinched it hard! “Ow, owwwie!!” I wailed at him, and my knees almost buckled from beneath me!

He just kept his firm, painful hold on me. “Promise me you'll never try to strip me again.” I nodded my head at him, as my breath seemed to be gone. “Say it!”

“I won't try to strip you again…” I was hardly able to respond without any air in my lungs, but I just managed. I was starting to see stars when his grip on me finally loosened. He didn't release me completely, though. Instead, I felt his fingers begin to massage my little clit. It made me gasp down one deep breath. It was the first good one I had gotten since he had gotten a hold of me. “What are you doing?” I asked, even as my hips started to rock for him again. He backed away a little, so that he could look at me and what he was doing to me. In response, I spread my legs a bit more, standing just the way I had in front of him yesterday. Only this time, he was touching me!

“If you're a good girl, this is how I'll touch you. If you're a bad girl, I'll touch you the other way. Got it?”

“And what if I don't want you to touch me at all?--Ow! Ow!” The painful pinch was back, but only for a moment. “I got it…” I looked at him sadly, but he just messaged my clit without saying a word. It was obvious what his meaning was. He was going to touch me as long as he wanted, and I shouldn't try to do anything about it.

For some reason, I just let him, too. I felt that pleasure building inside of me again, and some part of me wanted to feel it. To taste it again. It was certainly better than the pain. But just as I was hitting that feeling, that wonderful feeling he had called an orgasm, he stopped! I was left frustrated and confused! “Come on, Angela.” He took my hand, like this was some kind of game. “We need to go greet the extras. I heard some of them are from our class at school. Won't it be fun to work with more of our classmates?” He teased me, and I realized that this really did seem to be a game to him! And one that was meant to leave me as humiliated and ashamed as possible!