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[Debbifan]

Debbi at the onsen

Debbi and Lesley were in bad together, looking out of the picture window of their hotel suite and surveying the teeming streets of downtown Tokyo spread out beneath them. Lesley was apologising. "I am sorry I couldn't make it to today's filming with you but this meeting with the arts dealers was too good an opportunity to pass up" she said. "That's OK" Debbi answered. "You couldn't have helped with the language anyway. There was our translator but you know that even his English isn't that great."

"How did it go anyway ?"

"I think they were pleased. I gather they film the same script over and over just with different actresses but they all seemed to like the novelty of having an English girl."

"Did you have many lines ?"

"I said 'I'm Miss Debbi, your new English teacher'. And I said 'leave him alone' !"

"That was it ?"

"Yeah. Well, I can't speak Japanese. The rest of the dialogue was ooh, eek and aah !"

"Who did you want left alone ?"

"My favourite, the class nerd. They were bullying him and would only stop if I took his place."

"And you did ?"

"Yeah, well that was the whole point of the script. He was stripped to his underpants and cleaning the class floor, so they stripped me."

"To your pants ?"

"No, naked. Then they threw a bucket of water over me."

"Again ?"

"Yeah, like in that ransom movie. Then I had to get down and scrub the floor."

"And that was it ?"

"No, well, they soon got bored with that, so they set about me with sex toys !"

"How was that ?"

"Pretty intense actually" Debbi laughed.

"But nothing bad ?"

"Not knowing that it was all a movie, no. I was very professional !"

"So, are you finished ?"

"Kind of. But they've offered me another script while I'm here with even more money if I agree to give blow jobs."

"And ?"

"Well, I dunno."

"How much more money ?"

"A lot. But that kind of makes me feel like a whore."

"But you're not, you're an actress. And if it's essential to the plot ?" Lesley reasoned.

"Yeah, well it seemed essential. They said it would be more realistic if the boys demanded blow jobs."

"Well then, there you go !"

"Yeah, but I don't like it. I never give blow jobs in real life, never saw the attraction in it from either side." Debbi objected. "I know, you always have been a bit of a prude" Lesley teased. Debbi jumped out of bed and pranced around the room naked. "Oh right, I'm Debbi the prude, flashing the whole city" she laughed, dancing in front of the picture window. "Careful" warned Lesley. "Oh, nobody can see this far up" Debbi replied.

"So what's tomorrow ?" Lesley asked. "Day off for me to consider their proposal. Our translator's organised a trip to some spa baths for us" said Debbi. "Um, sounds great" enthused Lesley.

Their allotted translator, a formal middle aged man called Mr Ito, drove Debbi and Lesley to the spa which was in hilly woodland some miles beyond the city. On arrival Mr Ito began conversing with the woman at the reception desk, before bowing and turning to his charges. "Please, follow the hostess. She will show you where to shower before entering the springs. I am afraid I will not be able to accompany you, but I will be waiting in the tea rooms just over there," he said, pointing to a building through the windows. "Enjoy yourselves, I will be ready to leave when you request. Come greet me and I will arrange transport." They both thanked him and he bowed, before leaving with a final, friendly smile. The hostess, an aging woman with tightly pinned hair and dressed in a kimono, beckoned for them to follow.

Lesley and Debbi were guided out into the spa, the old woman pointing to various buildings and talking in rapid Japanese as they went. Debbi hoped the information wasn't too important. For the first time since she had arrived, the absence of Mr Ito was proving to be unnerving. She looked to Lesley, who simply shrugged. They finally reached a large squat building. The hostess pointed to it and spoke to them with a sense of finality, before bowing and turning to hobble back towards her station.

The two followed their instincts and peeked inside as to where it seemed they were meant to be heading. It was a wide municipal washroom. Against one side stood numerous open showers, each with a low wall either side and completed with an attendant stool and bucket. The other half of the space was comprised of racks filled with a few dozen wicker baskets. Bundles of clothing sat in several. There were a handful of women inside, showering in the cubicles or stripping naked and placing their clothing into the shelving.

"Well, we get changed in here then. Good thing you're used to getting your kit off," laughed Lesley. They gingerly entered and, realising that nobody was reacting to them with anything that implied any transgression on their part, they made their way over to the baskets and began cautiously taking off their outfits. They placed their clothing into empty containers and retrieved a neatly folded towel from beneath each one. Debbi unfurled it and found it to be disappointingly brief. She would barely be able to wrap it around herself, let alone use it to provide any form of modesty.

She looked around nervously. There was an entrance way leading out of the building that some of the other women seemed to be heading towards. Debbi made to follow, but noticed a sign on the wall. It was written in kanji, but there were simple graphics that made it clear that she shouldn't proceed without having showered. She informed Lesley and the two of them made their way to unoccupied cubicles. Debbi found that the bucket beside the stool was filled with various soaps. She turned on the shower head and began cleaning herself under the pleasantly warm flow of water. She towelled herself off as best she could with her small cloth and waited for Lesley.

The punky artist re-joined her a couple of minutes later. Unusually, Debbi felt awkward standing around completely naked, but at least everyone else was in a similar state of undress. Still, it was clear that this was a traditional venue rarely frequented by foreigners. She hadn't seen anyone outside of Asian descent since she had arrived and she felt as though she stood out. This was something that only increased with the presence of Lesley, as her red locks only emphasised their Caucasian heritage further. They made their way out into the corridor together, finding it leading them down to a quiet, open pathway in the forest.

It was almost silent in the woods and surprisingly private. Thick vivid forests of black pine and Japanese maple formed an impenetrable wall to protect their dignity. They made their way along towards the stream, the winding track laid out with pristine stone steps as they progressed. Birdsong filled Debbi's ears and, aside from her nudity, she was relatively relaxed. This all came to a stop when the two came across a fork in their path. The pair appraised their situation. A small wooden post stood before them, arrows pointing in both directions and neat instructions written beneath in Japanese. Debbi groaned. "I wish Mr Ito was here to translate" said Lesley. "Actually, maybe not" she laughed, remembering her current state of undress !

"What should we do ?" asked Debbi. Lesley shrugged. Debbi looked back up the path, but it didn't appear that anyone was coming this way. At least not anytime soon. "Maybe we should wait for someone to come along," she suggested.

"No way," said Lesley "I'm not standing around with my fanny out all day. Plus I'm cold. I'm still wet from the shower." Debbi asked why she hadn't dried herself off. "Look how small this towel is !" she replied, holding it up. "I'm not wasting that before the end, it'll be soaked otherwise."

"Well, I guess this seems to be heading to the water. I guess that's where we're supposed to go," Debbi suggested, pointing to the left-hand path. Lesley agreed and they made their way to what would hopefully be the correct destination. Yet the route became increasingly perilous as they progressed, with the branches and fronds of the natural border infringing upon their pathway. Debbi began to believe that she might have made the wrong choice.

"Argh, my hair's caught" yelped Lesley, untangling her locks from a twig. "I think we went the wrong way." Debbi agreed. She looked further ahead. There seemed to be a break in the trees nearby, and what could be a roof.

"I think we're close to something. Let's see where we are, maybe we took the scenic route" said Debbi. Lesley finally freed herself and caught up, only for Debbi to feel a sudden tug at her towel. She looked down, thinking Lesley had yanked it. The material was tangled in the thorns of a bush. She pulled hard, trying to dislodge the material but the plant simply twisted in her direction. There was a sudden tear and the towel tore away. Debbi glanced at the damage to find a good two thirds of it had been shredded. "Oh no !" she exclaimed. Lesley laughed.

"Don't worry, I'm sure nobody will notice if you just put it back and pretend it's fine. No towel for you though ! " giggled the redhead as she crept around the thorns, which were now decorated with victorious banners of fabric. Debbi sighed and continued on, finding that there were indeed signs of civilisation beyond. Before them stood a small building in a similar traditional style to those she had seen previously, nestled close to the mountain stream. A series of ornate chimneys seemed to be billowing with smoke. An awning leaned from the side and partially covered a large, stony set of pools that were bubbling eagerly.

"I guess we found where we were heading after all. Look, there's another path joining over there," said Debbi. "I wonder if that's the one we didn't take."

"Dunno, but that pool looks well nice," said Lesley, making a beeline towards the inviting water. "Plus we've got the place to ourselves. Come on !" Debbi followed and they scrambled onto the rocky foothills before plunging into the spring. Debbi realised that it was a natural spring just as the water enveloped her. It was divine. The liquid was blissfully warm, the bubbling adding a massaging frisson to the soothing sensations. Lesley let out a deep sigh and lay back against a rock. "This is the life," she said.

They reclined for what seemed like hours, though it doubtless couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes. Time seemed to move slower as Debbi embraced the tranquillity of her surroundings. The swaying trees, the lapping stream, the bubbling waters, the glowing sunlight, the bird song. Her only slight misgiving was that they were alone. She had seen at least four other women head out before them. Perhaps their path had led to some other treatment, but Debbi doubted that anything could be better than this.

Lesley briefly broke the silence by climbing from the spring and wandering off towards the small building. "I'm going to see what's in there," she told Debbi. Debbi nodded, too lost in her own relaxation to pay her much heed. She felt as though she could fall asleep. A short scream sliced through the peace. Debbi's eyes shot open and she instinctively looked to the source of the sound. Lesley was trotting back towards Debbi as fast as she could on her bare feet, her face glowing red. Debbi didn't have time to ask what was happening before an agitated group of naked Japanese men tumbled out of the building behind her, shouting and pointing. Debbi quickly stood up, causing further exclamations from the men as they spotted the second nude.

"Yeah, we're definitely in the wrong place," gasped Lesley. "I opened the door and it's just a steam bath full of sweaty old men." Debbi, her own face glowing with embarrassment, scurried from the pool. Lesley had taken to covering her breasts and genitals as best she could with her towel, something that was just about possible if she hugged and pulled the material close to her. Debbi wished she could do the same, but instead had to endure the indignity of escaping in full nudity. The impatient shouts of their discoverers followed the two women as they ran on to the nearest path and jogged till they were out of sight of their growing audience !

Debbi stopped to catch her breath. "We're completely lost. What are we going to do ? Maybe we can try and head back the way we came ?" she gasped.

"We'd have to go back past the pool to get onto that track," said Lesley, shaking her head vigorously. "There is no way I'm going there again. We'll just have to hope this leads somewhere better." Debbi agreed. There was no way of knowing where they'd end up, but the only other choice guaranteed further embarrassment. They both began their journey, grateful that there was enough lush, surrounding forest to provide some small sense of privacy. Still, neither could shake the sensation that at any moment they might run into people who would be just as agog as those other guys at seeing the two naked western women roaming wild !

Fortunately the winding, smoothly paved route was short and within a few minutes their path had intersected with another. There was a signpost that looked similar to the one they had seen when they had last had to choose a route. Debbi wondered if they had somehow made it back to where they had started off. Her sense of direction was completely turned around after being lost for so long and then driven to panic by the ensuing mayhem. "Does this look familiar ?" she asked Lesley. "The forest all looks the same. This could be where we began ?"

"Not unless the only two paths both led us to all those blokes," Lesley replied confidently. "They definitely weren't expecting to see us. I know what you mean though, maybe it's the same path from the showers but now we're further along or something. They were up the hill, so we should go higher. I dunno about you, but I've had enough relaxing for one day."

Debbi agreed. It seemed prudent to leave lest they were in trouble for intruding where they shouldn't have. They quickly and cautiously ascended the track, finding more paths joining further up. Lesley became more confident that they might be heading towards the sanctuary of the changing rooms. Right now, the two were single minded in their desire to get some clothing on. Their pace increased, spurred on by the fact they had yet to run into anyone else and were eager to find cover before their luck ran out.

Their hearts lifted as they came towards the familiar sight of the changing rooms. The squat building peaked out over the surrounding shrubbery, an oasis beckoning them forward. "Oh thank goodness !" exhaled Debbi, overjoyed at the discovery. "We're finally back. That was lucky, let's get changed quickly and go find Mr Ito." Lesley agreed enthusiastically and they bounded over to the entrance, wasting no time in bursting into the confines of the tiled corridor. Their pulses slowly calmed. Stepping into the familiar, circular chamber and its aromatic, steam clouded air, Debbi and Lesley focused themselves entirely upon the rack of baskets. The changing rooms were mercifully quiet, with only a few shower cubicles seemingly occupied. Lesley began hurriedly towelling herself off as Debbi hunted for her clothes.

They didn't seem to be where she had left them. She glanced around, looking in different baskets. Where could they be ? As she glanced at other people's folded outfits, she began to realise that something was wrong. She was about to ask Lesley if she had found her own garments, when a sudden cry of alarm caused them to both tense. They glanced around to see that the occupants of the showers were more naked, astonished Asian men. Someone had finally noticed the pair through the steamy air and alerted everyone else to the presence of the two women. "Oh no, we're in the wrong changing rooms !" Debbi shrieked. She glanced over to the entrance they had taken, but another group of men were returning, blocking the corridor. They too began shouting in surprise at the unexpected trespassers.

Lesley pointed over to the only remaining path available to them and the women ran out in panic, yells and disgruntled cries following them as they found themselves bursting out onto the familiar scene of the spa's main courtyard. Any relief that they were at least now surrounded by familiarity was extinguished by the groups of fully dressed men and women making their way back and forth between the various picturesque buildings. There was an audible gasp from the onlookers as the two women froze in their tracks. Debbi and Lesley were mortified. As the moment of terror passed, Lesley took the lead and hurtled off towards the women's showers. Debbi rushed after her, eager to escape the outcry that was brewing.

They slipped inside the changing rooms and quickly found their clothing right where it had been left. This time Lesley didn't bother continuing her drying process. She followed Debbi's example and threw her outfit on, moist skin or not. At least nobody in here was surprised by their presence, though Debbi was sure she could hear a clamour occurring outside. If only she'd had the presence of mind to grab a couple of towels in her escape from the men's changing rooms. Lesley had at least gotten away with flashing little more than her bare behind, compared to Debbi who had been bare ass naked. Though by the colour she had turned this was of little comfort to the punky artist !

Debbi and Lesley sat quietly in the car on the drive back to the city out of respect for Mr Ito, though they could not resist glancing at each other and giggling. When they had emerged from the changing rooms, they found there was still a furore out in the car park. Their hapless guide was being berated by the hatchet faced woman from reception and when she spotted them, her ire was redirected towards the two women. Debbi tried to explain their mistake to Mr Ito, who in turn tried to explain it to the proprietor but with little success. In the meantime, groups of young girls were excitedly showing Debbi and Lesley photos they had taken of their streak through the car park and were requesting selfies with the now fully clad westerners !

Mr Ito blamed himself for the fiasco and no amount of reassurance from Debbi could make him lose his sense of having failed his charges. Hence the quiet return drive. Once back in their hotel room, the two friends were bursting to discuss the afternoon. "Why were you so bothered anyway ?" Lesley wondered. "I thought you liked getting your kit off and it was hardly a novelty." Debbi laughed. "I know but there are times and places" she giggled. "And I was worried we might be in some real trouble. Plus, it was getting cold and I was beginning to think we'd never find a way out of those woods !"

Debbi then teased her friend. " And what about you, Miss Trendy Artist ? I didn't have you down as a shrinking violet. You should have seen the colour of your face when you ran out of that bath house !" Lesley scowled sheepishly. "Well, you know I'm not into men. All those floppy Japanese willies, yuk !" she grinned. "Oh yeah ?" Debbi replied. "Looked to me as if it was a certain English bum you were more worried about !"

The pair continued to laugh about their adventure and the photos they had seen that the Japanese girls had taken. "So what about tomorrow ? Have you decided about filming the blow jobs ?" Lesley asked. "Yeah, not gonna do it" said Debbi. "Not my thing. I'll go along and tell them in the morning and see if they've got any alternative scenario. I've fulfilled my contract anyway, this would have been an extra. I'll see if there's anything more fun and acceptable on offer before we fly home !"

"I told them I wasn't going to do the blow job thing but while I'm here, they want me to model for some artists. Do you want to come, you might be interested ?" Debbi was speaking to Lesley when she returned from the studio, where she had been posing for publicity stills for the school teacher porno. Lesley had spent the day with dealers. "Might as well, I've finished my business" Lesley replied. "What kind of artists ?" she wondered. "Dunno. something called hentai as far as I could understand" Debbi answered.

Lesley laughed. "Do you know what hentai is ?" she asked. "No idea" Debbi replied. Lesley took out her laptop and brought up a few sites. "Oooh" said Debbi. "Well, I am here shooting a porn movie. So I guess I shouldn't be too surprised" she giggled. "But all these characters have weird faces. All kind of the same like dolls. Why do they need a model ?" Debbi was confused. "Guess we'll find out tomorrow" said Lesley.

The answer came when they arrived at the manga studio. If they were expecting some kind of artists garret, they were surprised by the spartan hi-tech environment and the busy work force of young people of both sexes, beavering away on computer screens. The studio head spoke good English and he explained that they were aiming to break out of the anime / manga straight jacket with a new range of hentai products that would be much less stylised and more realistic, aiming for an expanded niche market in which they would have a head start.

He showed the two women mock ups they had already made using Japanese girls. "But we could not pass up chance to use top class English model" he flattered Debbi. Lesley was more interested in the working process. The content wasn't her style of course but she might be able to take something from the methods. "Oh, er, OK, I see" said Debbi. "So what do you need from me ? Is there anywhere to change ? Any costumes ?" she asked. "No need. Just take all clothes off. We have space cleared here" indicated Mr Yamamoto, the studio boss !

Debbi was in her element. The porn shoots she had done here and back home in England had pushed the envelope of her newly discovered exhibitionist streak and she was yet to decide how comfortable she had been with these. And the incident at the spa had been very embarrassing, what with the language barrier and bumping into the unsuspecting public. But here in the studio was an environment in which she felt completely at ease and where she could lose her inhibitions while being worshipped by the camera.

Totally naked, she was being asked to adopt all manner of poses from the commonplace to the extreme, from the artistic to the graphic ! The assembled visual artists were engrossed in their screens, taking feeds from the video and stills cameras that were shooting Debbi. Lesley was equally absorbed in the process and in the possibilities for the use of the resultant CGI. "These images are incredible Deb" she called. "They're so clearly you and yet they're not you , if you get what I mean ? You can see it's computer generated but the adventures will still be totally recognisable as Bimbo Debbi !" Debbi laughed at her friend. "They can get your character to do all the porn stuff you weren't happy to do for real" Lesley continued. Debbi laughed again. "Not so sure about that" she chuckled but she did not really mind.

"You'd better get hold off Harry and do some deal regarding your image rights" Lesley called over to Debbi, who was still posing as directed. "I guess" Debbi agreed. Lesley remained fascinated by the CGI and how she might be able to use it in her work but this exchange with Debbi had reawakened interest among the studio staff in her own rather striking appearance. Her shock of cropped red hair and pale freckled skin was even more exotic to the Japanese than Debbi's sultry good looks. Not to mention the contrast with her outfit of leather jacket, vintage Clash t-shirt, cargo pants and Doc Martens. Mr Yamamoto broke off from directing affairs and began conversing with the naked Debbi. "Hey Les" Debbi called to the artist who was still studying the many screens. "They want to get a CGI of you too !"

"I'm not a model" Lesley called back over to Debbi from where she was still studying the CGI techniques that the young artists were demonstrating on their screens. "Well, neither am I really" the erstwhile business woman replied. "Could have fooled me with all those poses you've been striking" Lesley teased her still naked friend, who seemed in no hurry to get dressed again. Debbi walked over to Lesley. "Blimey, those avatars are like me !" Debbi said on seeing the onscreen representations of herself for the first time. "Don't you want to see what yours would look like ?" she asked Lesley.

"I'm not a model" the redhead repeated. "Oh don't be a spoilsport. Mr Yamamoto will pay. Non taxable, yen in hand, you could treat yourself" Debbi persisted. Lesley considered. This trip had put rather a strain on her budget. "I guess they could just record me as I am. I could be a street punk character ?" she thought. "Absolutely" Debbi agreed with a wink at Mr Yamamoto. Lesley stood as directed while her fully clothed figure was photographed and videoed. "You're being avatarised" Debbi called over from the screens. "Is that even a word ?" asked Lesley. "Dunno, is now" Debbi answered, confident in her nudity as she strode back over to her friend.

During this break, the artists began to call over to Mr Yamamoto, who whispered to Debbi. "They're saying your character will have to lose her clothes at some point in the story" Debbi relayed to Lesley. "I'm not getting my kit off, that's your speciality" Lesley resisted. "Oh come on ginger ! Yen in hand ! And you've got a great body under all that goth clobber" Debbi argued. "Well, OK, just to my underwear" said Lesley.

As Debbi had predicted, the Japanese were pleasantly surprised by Lesley's unexpectedly voluptuous body and her equally unexpected racy underwear. "I'm not posing. They can just catch me as I'm standing here" Lesley was adamant. But then it was cash in hand ! The inevitable happened and soon it was two naked and vividly contrasted English women who were being immortalised in a CGI state. The animators were delighted by the contrast that Lesley's full bush made with the clean shaven Debbi and were excited that the luxurious red growth matched the hair on her head and the complexion of her skin ! This was all very exotic compared to what they were used to.

Once dressed, Lesley overcame her embarrassment and admired her own avatar while chatting more about the process. "We're really going to have to arrange something with Harry for our ongoing image rights though Deb" she said in the car as they were being driven back to the hotel. Debbi laughed. "I wonder what paces our onscreen characters are going to be put through !"

[Debbifan]

Debbi in Abu Dhabi

"I've sorted out the image rights for you and Lesley with the hentai studio" said Harry. He was with Debbi and Lawrence back in Debbi's house. "Thanks, you're a treasure" Debbi told him. "You do have me a bit confused though" Harry admitted. "Really?" asked Debbi. She was surprised that anything she could do would surprise such a streetwise operator. "Yeah. When you first hired me it was to keep a lid on all the sudden tabloid fever around Bimbo WAG but now we seem to be promoting you as some kind of media star" Harry explained.

Debbi giggled. "Well, I was still working for the company. A serious business woman with a few secrets. But although you did great, I realised I couldn't go back to the corporate life after this sabbatical. Well, maybe when I'm forty and my bits are beginning to sag !" she replied.

"So, what's next ?" said the ever practical Lawrence. "There's still some buzz around WAGs Go Wild. If you took a break in Ibiza or somewhere and pranced around in a bikini, I'm sure the paps would go for that" Harry suggested. "We don't know if the hacks will get wind of the bondage movie and the Jap porn, or how they'll decide to play that. Depends on how those are marketed" he added.

Lawrence had a suggestion. "The water aid charity are still interested in another calendar to cash in on Deb's sudden notoriety. Maybe we can exploit that ?" He was anxious to get back into the game as Debbi's photographer. "Like it" said Harry. "Charitable work, tart with a heart but still getting her tits out !" Lawrence reminded him that nipples were out for the calendar but bums were permitted. "Where do they want to shoot it ?" asked Debbi, who had been feeling left out. "Kenya, with the Masai" Lawrence replied. "Ooh" said Debbi.

"Sounds good" Harry agreed. "You could do a stopover in Dubai on the way back and swan around the pool for the paps. Two birds with one stone !"
Debbi and Lawrence were sitting on the terrace of the hunting lodge, sipping their cocktails and staring at a floodlit tree fifty yards away, where a prime hunk of beef had been placed in a cleft between branches. They had spent an exciting day on a game drive; spotting zebra, giraffe, elephants, watching cheetahs chase gazelles. The guide had pointed to lions hiding in tall grass but Debbi could not spot them. Now they were looking at a tree !

"Do you think the leopard will come ?" Debbi wondered. "Depends how hungry it is I suppose" Lawrence answered. Just then, less that twenty yards away, a languidly lithe and powerfully muscular feline specimen padded nonchalantly round the side of the lodge and headed for the tree, paying no mind to the humans who were watching in awe. "Have you still got those leopard print knickers ?" asked Lawrence.

Still later that evening, Lawrence was lying on the bed of his hut when there was a tentative knock on the door. "Just a minute" he called, draping the sheet around his naked body. Opening the door, he discovered that his visitor was Debbi, who seemed to be wearing just a shirt. "Yes ?" he smiled. "What can I do for you ?"

"I'm frightened" said Debbi. "What if the leopard comes back ?"

"It's sleeping off its' meal. It made short work of that beef !" Lawrence laughed. Debbi was not convinced.

"And there was a thing in my hut" she continued.

"A thing ?" Lawrence repeated.

"Huge thing with hundreds of legs"

"A centipede ?"

"Whatever, it was huge !"

"You'd better sleep here then" Lawrence conceded. "Good" said Debbi.

"What's the plan for tomorrow ?" Debbi asked as they lay on the bed. Lawrence was thinking how much more luxurious this hut was than the room they had shared for the first calendar shoot in India. "Busy, busy, busy" he replied. "If we can, I want to do two separate shoots. There's the calendar of course but then I've got a magazine interested in a set of you posing with a gang of Masai boys" he continued. "Ooh !" said Debbi.

"What've you got in mind for the calendar ?" Debbi enquired. "Oh, carting water, washing clothes etc. Usual thing but different scenery, enhanced by a beautiful naked form !" Debbi giggled. "They use a water hole for bathing, we'll have you in there." Lawrence was getting sleepy. "There won't be crocodiles ?" Debbi was alarmed again. "We'll get the locals to check" Lawrence laughed. "Though Bimbo WAG gets eaten by crocs would be a big story for the tabloids !" Debbi thumped his chest and then snuggled up to sleep.

Debbi and Lawrence were in bed in their hotel back in the city prior to their departure from Kenya. "There's no leopards or centipedes on the fifth floor" Lawrence had challenged her when she had knocked on his door dressed only in a shirt. "Maybe not" Debbi acknowledged. "But I'm frightened that snakes might swim up the toilet !" Lawrence laughed as he let her in. "Let's see the photos" she cried, as she shrugged off the shirt and jumped into bed.

Lawrence got his laptop. "These are the ones from which to make the selection for the calendar." Debbi scrolled through the shots. "There's a lot of my bum" she commented, as she viewed herself among a line of Masai women dressed in long robes carrying water on their heads and washing clothes. "Yeah, well you know bums are OK for the calendar and they still bring a little titillation for the male punters" answered Lawrence. Debbi understood. "I never used to like my bum but I'm kind of used to seeing it now" she admitted. "It's a very special bum" said Lawrence, stooping to kiss it. Debbi giggled.

"The tough thing is to think of new ways to hide your nips without it becoming cliched" said Lawrence, while Debbi looked at the photos of herself bathing in the croc free water hole as the Masai looked on. "You can see everything in some of these" she observed. "Indeed" agreed Lawrence. "And there's only so much Photoshop can do." Debbi pondered. "It's a shame to waste them. Maybe you can have them on the net as out takes ?" Lawrence smiled. He had always done that in the past anyway but could now be more open about it since it was Debbi's own suggestion !

They moved on to looking at the sets with the Masai warriors from which a selection would be made for the lads mag. "You enjoyed that didn't you ?" Lawrence challenged her, as they observed the naked Debbi cavorting among the dancing braves and being carried aloft as if she was crowd surfing. "I did and so did the guys I think" she laughed. She still had her hair in braids which the tribal women had done for her, along with applying patterned henna makeup for a further set of her dancing with the males. "I'm going to have to get rid of these braids in the morning before we leave, they don't really suit me" she decided. "Or there's bound to be a salon at the hotel in Abu Dhabi" Lawrence suggested.

"I'm sorry I can't stay there with you but I've got to get back to work on these photos and Harry wouldn't pay for me anyway" Lawrence continued. "It's OK. All I have to do is relax and wear a bikini around the pool. He's tipped off the resident paps I think" Debbi replied. "Just be careful" Lawrence warned. "It'll seem just like any resort in the Med but they're a lot stricter in their rules. No topless, no disrespecting local culture. I don't want to be reading about Bimbo WAG arrested for outraging public decency !" They both laughed.

Debbi was a bit bored. Sure, the hotel couldn't be faulted and the sun never ceased to shine but she was lacking company. She had donned her skimpy thong style bikini and waltzed around the pool and under the outdoor shower to give the paparazzi what they wanted. But now she had nothing else to do.

"Hey, you're Bimbo WAG aren't you ?" a loud northern voice called out. "Might be" Debbi replied noncommittally. "Thought so, I'd know those tits anywhere ! Of course you'll recognise me." The lad sat down on the adjacent sun bed. Debbi looked blank. "Joey the Stud, off of Boys From The Potteries !" he elucidated. Debbi groaned. It seemed like every region of the UK had its' own reality show stuffed full of himbos and bimbos. She suddenly felt rather ashamed of WAGs Go Wild !

There was nothing too objectionable about Joey. He was certainly well put together and obviously spent a lot of time in the gym. But Debbi quickly grew tired of his self obsessed patter. When he went to get some more soft drinks from the bar, there being no alcohol available here, Debbi rolled over onto her front intending to pretend to be asleep on his return. She risked undoing the clasp on her bikini top to avoid getting too many tan lines.

Debbi sensed Joey's return but kept her eyes closed. With a shock, she suddenly felt ice cold water being poured onto her back. She shot up with a shriek, leaving her bikini bra on the sun bed ! Joey swiftly scooped this up and began prancing around with it. Debbi tried to shield her tits with her arm. "Give me that back you idiot, you know they don't allow topless here" she cried. It only took maybe ninety seconds for her breasts to be covered once more but the escapade had not gone unnoticed !

Joey seemed intent on remaining as Debbi's poolside companion for the rest of the day. She tried to engage in some polite conversation but there was little common ground and she found herself drifting off into an afternoon snooze. She was having a mildly erotic dream. She dreamt that someone was massaging her clit just the way she liked it. She gave a soft moan of pleasure and then woke with a start. Somebody was massaging her clit ! Joey had worked his fingers under her bikini bottoms !

Harry and Lawrence were sitting bemusedly studying the tabloid headline for the fifth time. Bimbo WAG arrested in Abu Dhabi for outraging public decency ! "I guess I'd better catch the next plane out ?" Harry sighed.

Debbi and Harry were sitting in first class on their flight back to London, with the press hordes who had descended on Abu Dhabi safely out of the way in economy. Debbi was glad of her sunglasses and now realised why they were such a popular accessory with celebs. She had not been able to fully relax until the wheels of their airbus had left the tarmac of the Arab state and Harry was now letting her speak about her ordeal in her own time.

"It was really scary" Debbi admitted. "When I was first arrested there wasn't anybody who spoke proper English, just a few words. They paraded me through the hotel in handcuffs, bundled me into a car and off to the police station. I had none of my stuff, just the bikini I was wearing." Harry was sympathetic. "Then they took my bikini, for evidence they said. I was stuck there naked until they gave me a burka to wear !" Debbi took a sip from her gin and tonic. "The most frustrating thing was that none of it was my fault. It was that idiot Joey whatever he calls himself and he wasn't even arrested" she continued in annoyance. "Yeah, how did he manage that ?" Harry wondered. "He did a runner when he had my bikini bottoms down over my thighs and then saw them coming" Debbi explained. "They said later they couldn't identify whose fingers they were from the closed circuit TV."

"They accused you of prancing around the pool topless" Harry reminded her. "It was only a split second after that prat poured ice water on my back" Debbi protested. "It must have been that split second when the paps snapped the photo that was in the Sun" said Harry. "Did they ?" Debbi hadn't seen the English papers yet. "I think I would have got away with it if it was only that" Debbi said ruefully. "They accused you of masturbating in public" Harry reminded her. "I was asleep" Debbi protested. "That moron had worked my pants down and started to diddle me !" she explained. "Joey told the press you were gagging for it" Harry informed her. Debbi was outraged. "Bah ! As if !" she snapped scornfully. "Don't worry. I've arranged an exclusive for The Morning Show when we get back and you can give your side of the story" Harry assured her.

"Anyway, they eventually found this guy who had good English but that only made it more scary. He said I was facing a flogging and four years in prison" Debbi went on. "They do have strict laws" agreed Harry. "Tell me about it" Debbi was getting into the flow. "But they called the ambassador ?" Harry prompted her. "Fat lot of good he was" Debbi snorted. "He couldn't seem to conceive of the fact that women actually masturbated and certainly not English women !" she fumed. "And certainly not in public" Harry mused. "I told you, that wasn't my fault. Whatever, this ambassador just seemed to look on me as some sort of nuisance that he hoped would go away" Debbi sighed.

"Then you got lucky ?" Harry said. "I'll say. If it hadn't all coincided with this trade mission led by the Prime Minister and the Duke, I'd probably still be behind bars !" she admitted. "So how was it actually all resolved ?" Harry asked.

Debbi took another sip of her gin and tonic and resumed her story. "Well, they all got a bit flustered. The thought police were used to doing what they want and getting their own way but apparently, they got chewed out by the top sheikhs who didn't want their trade talks screwed up. The ambassador was peed off too at having to deal with a grumpy P.M." Harry laughed and said he could imagine.

"So it was agreed that if I said sorry and pleaded guilty, I'd be let off. But as a sop to the dignity of the thought police, I was to undergo a sham flogging."

"Sham flogging ?"

"Yeah, it was a total farce, I think they all just wanted to see me naked."

"You were naked ?"

"Yeah, in this room under the court house. They tied me over this bench, ankles to each leg and wrists on the other side. Kind of spread."

Harry conjured up the mental image ! "Then what ?" he wondered. "Then this big guard guy took his whip and kept cracking it down on the floor on either side of me for each of the fifty strokes."

"What was that like ?"

"Still scary. Even though I knew I wasn't going to get hit, you can't help flinching !"

"So who was there ?"

"Loads of people. The judge and lawyers. The thought police guys. The manger of the hotel for some reason and a bunch of random sheikhs. Oh, and the ambassador."

Harry laughed. "So the poor old sod got some recompense for all his trouble !" Debbi slapped his wrist playfully.

"And that was it ?" said Harry. "More or less. They untied me and gave me back the burka to wear while they took me back to the hotel under police escort to collect my stuff. I was being deported in disgrace as you know." Debbi took another sip of her drink. "I had to go via the embassy to apologise and say thanks to the Prime Minister and the Duke." Harry grinned at the thought. "What did the P.M say ?" he wondered. "He just went red and blustered as usual" Debbi replied. "The Duke wanted my phone number." That didn't surprise Harry. "He always has been a randy git" he commented.

"Then I met up with you much to my relief and you got me through the airport away from the press" Debbi thanked him.

It was a much warmer welcome for Debbi than on her first appearance on The Morning Show, after the initial press hounding around the affair of Roddy the footballer. Then she was an interloper, perceived as a wannabe and fair game for a rough ride. Now she was one of them, an insider who'd carved her own little niche and things were much more chummy. Debbi first noticed this with the makeup girls but now also with the four woman panel. What the hell if it was totally insincere, she could play the game as well as them now and it was a darn sight better than getting the third degree !

"Our next guest needs no introduction. Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for Bimbo WAG !" The head of the panel introduced Debbi who strode on confidently in a tight leather mini skirt and equally tight scoop necked sweater. She hadn't worn a bra and made sure to cross her legs provocatively as she sat down.

"So Bims" the host began. "Been doing much lately ?" Audience laughter.

"Oh, a little bit of this, a little bit of that" grinned Debbi to more laughter.

"Seriously, what was that all about in Abu Dhabi ? It couldn't have been much fun ?"

"Actually it was quite scary for a time Brenda and the worst thing was that none of it was my fault."

"But they said you flashed your tits and fanny ?" another panel member cut in to more studio laughter.

"Yeah, well, but not on purpose !" Laughter.

"I hear that a certain Joey may have been involved ?"

"You mean the French guy ?"

"French ?"

"Yeah, Mr LeStud he called himself"

"Bims, that's two words, The Stud, not a name !"

"Oh well, I've never heard of him" Studio laughter.

"You'd never heard of Joey the Stud ?"

"Well, there are so many programs now aren't there ? I mean, it's possible that some people may even never have seen WAGs Go Wild and I'd never seen Boys From The Potteries !"

"A ha, so you did know the program ?"

"Now I know but not at the time. Anyway, it was that idiot's fault that I ended up flashing." Debbi briefly explained about the iced water for the entertainment of the audience but she studiously avoided mention of him fingering her !

"Were you scared when they arrested you ?"

"I certainly was until that nice cuddly man from the embassy turned up"

"The ambassador ?"

"I think that's what they called him. Lovely man"

"And I hear the PM and the Duke may have played a part in getting you out ?"

"I was lucky they had that trade mission I must admit" Debbi was serious for a moment.

"But you pleaded guilty ?"

"What they called a plea bargain. And technically by their laws, I was guilty !"

"Did you see the PM ?"

"I did, to apologise for being a nuisance and a bad girl. The Duke was very kind"

"We'll talk more after the break but for now ladies and gentlemen, a big hand for Bimbo WAG !"

"Welcome back everybody. We are still joined here by Bimbo WAG. So Bims, what was it you were you doing in Abu Dhabi in the first place ?"

"It was just a stop over for a little R 'n' R Brenda. I'd been working in Kenya."

"Really ? What was that ?"

"It was another calendar shoot for my favourite charity that provides much needed clean water supplies in areas that don't have it."

"You always have been a tart with a heart Bims" one of the other panellists interjected, to good natured laughter from the audience.

"Was that good fun ?" asked the hostess.

"It was, lots of handsome young men from the tribe in the photos with me. So do all buy a copy when it comes out. It's for a great cause and you'll get to see my bare bum !" More laughter.

"Anything else we should know about ?"

"I made a movie"

"A movie ? We haven't heard about that. What's the part ?"

"I played this rich girl who was kidnapped for ransom. But they seemed more interested in taking all my clothes off and tying me up !" Audience laughter.

"Sounds more like a porn movie" laughed one of the panel of women.

"Exactly" Debbi admitted. "They kind of tricked me but I had signed a contract."

The program proceeded onto other topics and Debbi contributed once or twice to the discussions. "Well, that went OK I think ?" she asked Harry when she came off set. "You're getting to be a real pro with all this" Harry complimented her. "We need to get you some more serious work in the business. One of the soaps called and they're interested in auditioning you" he continued. "Ooh" said Debbi. "But I can't act." Harry chuckled. "I'm sure you could learn enough for the part they have in mind. And I think you did OK in the bondage movie !" Now Debbi chuckled. "But won't there be a scandal when that comes out ?" she wondered. Harry wasn't too concerned. "That's what I'm paid to handle. You've already paved the way just now. We'll carry on spinning it that you were taken advantage of and didn't know what it entailed. The porn guys won't mind, they'll love the publicity !"

Debbi sat up naked in bed as Lawrence suckled her right nipple and Lesley nibbled her left. The trio were enjoying one of their periodic reviews of Debbi's latest activities.

"So, the phone rang and there was this incredibly posh voice. 'His Royal Highness requests your presence at a private dinner at the palace.' I was all flustered, I didn't know if it was even legal to refuse a member of the royal family !"

"I think you can" said Lesley deadpan.

"And I didn't know what to wear. Mr Posh said it was formal / casual. What the hell does that mean ?" The friends laughed.

"All I could do was get my best evening frock and wait to be picked up."

"Was it a limo ?"

"No, the royals aren't that tacky. It was a Bentley. But with tinted windows."

"I guess they wanted to avoid headlines like 'Bimbo WAG's secret palace tryst' ?" suggested Lawrence.

"I guess. Anyway, they took me right round to the back entrance. This butler guy greeted me, it may have been Mr Posh but they all sound the same. We went up to this fabulous room. All wood panels and old masters, with leather armchairs and a small immaculately set dining table. It was obviously the private wing."

"No Duke yet ?" asked Lesley.

"No. Then Mr Posh says 'I'll take your things'. I was confused 'cos I hadn't worn a coat. So he says 'on intimate occasions like these, His Royal Highness prefers his lady guests to dine nude' !"

"I bet he does ! The old pervert" laughed Lawrence.

"Yeah, well, Harry had warned me he was a randy git."

"So what did you do ?" Lesley laughed.

"Well, I was out of my comfort zone. I was stuck inside the palace with high walls and security, I couldn't really just run out. And my class consciousness kicked in, inherited from my mum and dad. All the old deference and being in awe of the status of these people."

"So you took your clothes off ?" said Lawrence.

"Well, it seemed to be expected. But then after I'd handed them to Mr Posh, he said he'd hang them up for me and disappeared with them ! So I was left on my own standing in the nude in the middle of the palace somewhere."

"So then the Duke came in ?" asked Lawrence.

"Yeah, and he had this sheikh geezer with him. Said they were finalising the export deal and the sheikh had specifically wanted me there at dinner so he could apologise for the fuss in Abu-Dhabi. And I said, no it's me that should apologise, blah, blah, blah"

"And all the while you were stood there in the nude ?" laughed Lesley.

"Yeah, they seemed to like that. The sheikh didn't drink but a flunky brought sherry for me and the Duke. I had to say how much I'd loved Abu -Dhabi and the people and so on and he said how sorry he was about the misunderstanding. He offered to give me a horse but I said I had nowhere to put it !"

"But they wanted to sleep with you ?" Lawrence probed.

"It was kind of hinted at" Debbi admitted. "So all through dinner and their polite chatter, I had to sit there with nothing on as the waiters served the food."

"Was it lush ?" Lesley wanted to know.

"It was but I was so nervous, I had to wait and watch the Duke to know which knife to use and all that. And all the time, I was trying to think how to get out of having them shag me !"

"You didn't fancy them ?"

"Not old blokes like that"

"But the Duke's only about 45 ?"

"That's what I mean !" said Debbi. The friends laughed.

"And so ?" said Lawrence with a raised eyebrow.

"And so I waited until after coffee when the Duke offered me a brandy. Then I whispered to him that I was so sorry but where was the loo, I was feeling quite ill. He got the flunky to take me and I locked myself in and made all sorts of retching noises !" More laughter.

"The flunky comes back saying the young lady is not feeling herself and I followed all apologetic, saying it must have been the oysters and an allergy to seafood. Anyway, we all decided it was best if I got dressed and went home."

"Were they disappointed ?"

"Presumably but I think I got away with it. I read that the trade deal was still signed and a courier turned up with these." Debbi reached for a box containing an exquisite set of pearls. "I expect they're paste" she said. "Don't think so" said Lesley. "So what's next on your agenda ?" Lawrence wondered. "The audition for the part in the soap" Debbi answered. "Which one ?" asked Lawrence. "Down On The Farm" replied Debbi. "Talking of going down..." said Lesley, as she dived beneath the sheets. "Ooh !" said Debbi.

[Debbifan]

Debbi the soap star

Debbi had hoped that Harry would accompany her to the audition for the soap but she realised that he had other clients much higher up the celebrity pecking order than her. "Don't worry" he reassured her. "Reg the producer is old school. He's totally legit, you won't find yourself in any kind of #metoo situation !"

Instead of driving up to the studios in Yorkshire, Debbi had taken advantage of the first class rail ticket that the TV company had supplied so that she could arrive more relaxed. She was wearing her new essential accessory of a pair of designer sun glasses but when she asked the taxi driver at the station to take her to the studio, he did a double take. "'Ere, you're Bimbo WAG aintcha ?" On arrival, Debbi was collected from reception and shown to a plush sixth floor office with full length picture window offering a fine view of the city.

"Ah Debbi, so glad you could come." She was greeted by an elderly gent in an immaculately tailored suit. Reg was past retirement age but had no thought of relinquishing the reins on his brainchild of thirty years ago that was the soap Down On The Farm. "You don't mind me calling you Debbi ?" he enquired. "It's better than Bimbo WAG" Debbi laughed. "Yes" Reg agreed with a smile. "We're going to put you on the cast list under your own name, though the advance publicity we'll put out will ensure that the public know who you are" he explained. "Great" said Debbi. "That's Debbi without an 'e' by the way" she emphasised. "Yes, yes. I'm sure the caption writer will get that right" Reg assured her.

"But I thought this was an audition ?" Debbi wondered. "You're talking as if I already had the part ?" Reg laughed. "I think we've made a decision on that. The part doesn't call for any great acting ability for the two episodes you're written into initially. Whether we expand your part and offer you a longer contract depends on how the audience reacts to you" he explained. "Oh" Debbi was a little disappointed. "Sorry if that sounds a bit brutal but that's how the business works" said Reg when he saw the look on Debbi's face.

"No, no. Of course. I know I've got no experience. So what's the part ?" Debbi asked. "A stripper" Reg answered enthusiastically. "Oh" said Debbi who hadn't been expecting that, though in hindsight she realised that she should have done. "You're hired for the stag do before Seth's wedding and the idea is that Angie gets jealous and there's a cat-fight" Reg elaborated, mentioning well known characters from the soap. Reg saw the look on Debbi's face again. "But I don't know how to strip" she pointed out. "Don't worry, it'll only be down to your undies. This is prime time and we can't be any more daring unfortunately" Reg chuckled. "But how to dance ?" Debbi was still unsure. "We've arranged lessons with a professional pole dancer" said Reg.

Now that she had got over the initial surprise, Debbi was beginning to think that it might be fun. "So you don't need me to audition now with a little dance ?" she asked, her mischievous side reasserting itself. Reg sighed wistfully. "Oh Debbi. Maybe twenty years ago but not now" he said, as he buzzed through for coffee to be brought in !

Reg arranged an overnight stay for Debbi in a five star hotel so that she could attend the initial pole dancing lesson. The taxi took her to a small dance studio above a parade of shops in the suburbs of the city. "Hello, are you Chantelle ?" she asked the tall slim blonde who opened the door to her. The girl laughed. "Call me Sally" she said. "Chantelle's a stage name, people think that's more exotic. You're Bimbo WAG ?" Now Debbi laughed. "As I live and breath. But my real name's Debbi. Without an 'e' " she added.

The two women hit it off. They were of a similar age and shared the same mischievous sense of humour. "I wasn't expecting to have a lesson, so all I've got are these interview clothes" Debbi explained, gesturing to her smart suit. "We don't want to mess with those" Sally agreed. "I've got some costumes here. Do you know what you'll be stripping out of on the show ?" she asked. "I haven't seen any script but Reg said I'd arrive at the pub incognito in a smart frock and nobody would know I was the hired stripper until I started to get my kit off" Debbi replied. Sally understood. "It doesn't matter anyway, I'm sure the wardrobe department will make sure it's something that's easy to get off. I've got an evening gown we can use today. Are you wearing stockings ?"

"No, tights" Debbi answered. "Strippers have to have stockings and suspenders" Sally confirmed. "Well, you might get away with hold ups but definitely it has to be stockings for the erotic effect. Don't worry, I've got a set we can use now." Debbi got changed and joined Sally on the floor. Sally had stripped down to a business like leotard. "This is so I can demonstrate the pole dancing" she said. "I don't think that's gonna be be part of the episode in the soap but you may as well have a go." Debbi was happy to try.

"But first the strip ! I'm assuming you've seen a stripper ?" Sally asked. "In some movie or other" Debbi answered. "I'll put some music on" said Sally. An hour passed, during which Debbi's routine already showed great signs of improvement. She became adept at seductively and slowly unzipping the gown and in provocatively peeling down the stockings. "You're a natural" said Sally. "There's no need for the full Monty, I know the soap will only show you stripping as far as your undies."

Sally then began to demonstrate her moves on the pole. "I've not done any gymnastics since school" Debbi giggled as, still in her bra and pants, she tried to replicate some of the contortions. Sally thought she wasn't doing too badly for a novice. "And we've got another couple of lessons booked when you come back for the actual filming" she said. "Tell you what. I've got a gig tonight, how about if you come along ?"

It was great that the TV company was paying for the five star hotel in order to facilitate this first pole dancing lesson but Debbi had not come prepared for an overnight stay and so she stopped off at the mall to buy some essentials; spare knickers etc.

"So what's the plan ?" Debbi asked, regarding the coming evening. "I'll do my usual routine on the pole and then I'll call for volunteers from the audience. That'll be you !" Sally replied.

"What if someone else volunteers ?"

"Then there'll be two of you, but I don't imagine that will happen" Sally laughed.

"Will I have to strip ?"

"No, we want it to look like you're genuine. I'll take your top and skirt off and you'll act all surprised while they cheer. You can do the pole thing in your bra and pants, even keep your tights on if you want."

"What if I'm recognised ?" Debbi didn't have the vanity to consider herself a bone fide celeb but she had experienced enough recent encounters to know that her face ( and a lot more besides ) was now familiar to a certain niche audience and a pole dancing club was just the kind of place such an audience might frequent ! "I'll bring along a blonde wig" was Sally's answer to that.

Debbi went to the hotel to freshen up while Sally went home to do the same, arranging to collect her at seven thirty. On arrival at the hotel, Sally came up to Debbi's room to supervise the blonde makeover. "Blimey ! Now I really do look like a bimbo" laughed Debbi as she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She had never before been tempted to experiment with a blonde look. "Hey, no blonde jokes." Sally pretended to be offended. "Sorry" Debbi chuckled, as she apologised to her new blonde friend, though she suspected that Sally's locks came out of a bottle.

The two women asked the taxi to drop them off at the side door to the club. "Hi Sal. Good crowd in tonight" the club's owner, a good looking Asian guy, greeted them. "Who's your friend ?" he asked, appraising Debbi appreciatively. "This is Bim...er, Debbi" explained Sally. "An old friend up from London for the day. We're going to pull the old 'volunteer from the audience' routine if that's OK ?" The owner readily agreed. "No problem. I'm sure the punters will enjoy seeing Debbi here getting her kit off !" He was thinking that there was something familiar looking about Sally's friend. As the girls made their way into the club, he punched in the number of his contact at the local paper.

"It wasn't a pub, it was a pole dancing club" said Debbi petulantly, as Harry studied the latest tabloid headline.

BIMBO WAG STRIPS OFF IN PUB !

It continued;

'Scandalous girl about town Bimbo WAG was spotted in a pub in Leeds stripping down to her bra and tights and putting on a pole dancing show for drinkers. The brunette floozy, who had evidently forgotten to wear any knickers under her flesh coloured tights, thought that the donning of a blonde wig would be enough to preserve her anonymity but eagle eyed fans were not fooled ! Rumour has it that Bims, as she is affectionately known, is trying out for the part of a stripper in the popular soap Down On The Farm and this outing may have been part of her preparations. Coming soon to a screen near you !'

"Is it Bad ?" Debbi asked nervously. Harry chuckled. "Old Reg was a bit shocked when the paper contacted him but they intended to put out some advance publicity about your appearance anyway. This kind of just jumped the gun a bit. You certainly keep me on my toes though" he said, laughing again. "Sorry" replied the chastened Debbi. "We thought nobody would recognise me in a blonde wig" she added. "It seems that pretty face of yours is a bit more well known than you think" answered Harry. "Plus, your friend let slip the name of Debbi and that's being used in some quarters now instead of BW !"

"I guess" Debbi admitted. "And what happened to your knickers ?" Harry wondered, studying the the photo the paper had printed which was, of necessity, only showing a rear view. "I really did forget" Debbi excused herself. "Sally arrived early to pick me up at the hotel and I rushed out. We both got a shock when she took my skirt off onstage !"

Reg and Harry began to finalise preparations for Debbi's appearance in the soap. Reg arranged for Debbi to obtain an Equity card. Despite her lack of any formal training, he was able to pull a few strings with the actor's union. The production company wanted a publicity shot of her in her stripper underwear and Debbi was able to pull strings herself and get that gig for Lawrence. Finally she received a copy of the script, such as it was.

"I know you haven't acted much before but can you do a posh accent ?" Reg wondered. Debbi's normal speaking voice was estuary English with the rough edges rubbed off. "Oh, do you mean speaking like this with a mouthful of plums ?" she attempted. "Great" enthused Reg. "No offence but it sounds just like an ordinary girl putting on airs and that's just what we want !" Debbi didn't have much to say in the script. She was to turn up at the pub in a posh frock, order a gin and tonic in her equally posh voice, exchange a little banter about how quaint it all was with the farm lads, who would be all over her like a rash to the resentment of the local women and then at a given signal she would begin her strip routine. She was only to go as far as her undies and then sit on Seth's knee, before being attacked in a cat-fight by a jealous Angie. It all seemed straightforward enough.

The crew assembled at the crack of dawn on the morning of the shoot. Debbi had always wondered why this was necessary in the movie and TV industry but as the newbie did not have the nerve to ask. They had a quick rehearsal of her scene in casual clothes, she didn't have to actually strip at this point. Most of the cast seemed friendly enough in a superficial way, though Debbi thought she detected just a hint of hostility from Saffron, the actress playing Angie with whom she had to fight. "I'll just trip you and sit on top of you and throw a few mock slaps" Saffron told her. "Then they'll cut away to the aftermath where you're run out of the pub." Debbi was fine with that, not knowing that Saffron was the local Equity rep for the cast and most put out by the fact that this amateur foisted on them had so easily obtained a union card !

Debbi remained oblivious to this undercurrent as she headed off to wardrobe and makeup. The stripper underwear she was provided with turned out to be less revealing than what she normally wore herself. ""We're a family show and go out before the watershed" she was reminded. She rather liked the posh frock, which suited her. She would not mind having one like it. But now the time was rapidly approaching for a take and she began to feel a little nervous energy.

Like most soaps, 'Down On The Farm'was produced on a very tight budget and everyone hoped that they could get the scene down in one take. Much would depend on the acting novice who was central to this particular plot line. Debbi was acutely aware of this but was feeling pleased with her delivery of the few lines she had to say at the bar in her faux posh accent. The dance hit that was her cue to start stripping began to play over the pub speakers. Remembering the moves Sally had taught her, Debbi moved over towards the character Seth , swaying seductively and reaching behind her for the full length zip on her dress.

The cast began to respond vociferously as instructed. Debbi was soon down to her underwear which was a black set with red bows and trim, superficially sexy but cut conservatively so that not too much would be on show for the family audience. Debbi sat herself down on Seth's knee as the script required, putting her arms around his neck and asking him to take off her stockings. At this point, the furious Angie / Saffron confronted her angrily, again as scripted. "Leave my fiance alone you whore" she yelled, dragging Debbi to her feet and commencing the mock cat fight.

As they had rehearsed Debbi allowed herself to be tripped, stumbling to the floor and letting Angie / Saffron get on top of her. Also as planned, Debbi cast off the posh accent and reverted to her own voice for a slanging match in between the pulled slaps and punches. It was then that Debbi felt Saffron's fingers around the waistband of her knickers. This wasn't part of the script ! "Stop it, What're you doing ?" But taken by surprise, she had little chance to resist as Saffron peeled her knickers down to her knees and then off completely, hurling them across the set where they landed in the pint glass of a startled Jethro, the old patriarch of the soap clan !

"Cut, Cut !" cried the harassed director Giles. "What do you think you're doing Saff ?" he shouted. " I thought it'd add a bit of realism. That's how a real cat fight would go" Saffron excused herself. "But you know we can't show that on screen" Giles admonished her. A bottomless Debbi struggled to her feet. "Has anyone got a robe I could wear" she called but she was ignored in the general hubbub as Giles and Reg the producer held a hurried consultation.

"The reaction shot camera two got from Jethro when the knickers landed in his pint was priceless" Reg informed the director. "We can easily cut it so we don't show the knickers actually coming off. Great idea Saff" Reg congratulated her. "Has anyone got a robe I could wear ?" once again. "Just a minute Deb" said Reg offhandedly. "What about when she has to run from the pub ?" Giles objected. "We can shoot a rear view. It'll be even funnier if she's bottomless" Reg replied. "Can we get away with that ?" asked Giles. "I reckon so if we make it a long shot" Reg decided. "Change of plan love" he called over to Debbi who was still standing there dressed in only the bra and tattered stockings while Saffron smirked !

"Change of plan ?" asked Debbi. "Yes" replied Reg. "Saffy did that with your knickers off the cuff, sort of heat of the moment kind of thing" he continued. "But you can't show my minge on prime time ?" Debbi blurted out. The conservative Reg blushed at Debbi's turn of phrase. "No, no, 'course not. You misunderstand. The thing is, we got such a great reaction shot from Jethro when the knickers landed in his pint that we don't want to lose it." Debbi could see the logic of that. "Of course we'll cut the cat fight sequence so nothing shows but we want you to be chased out to the car park bottomless. I'm pretty sure we can get away with a long shot of your bare bum" Reg explained, suddenly realising the incongruity of conducting this conversation in the middle of the set with a Debbi dressed only in her bra and torn stockings ! He blushed again. "Er, wardrobe ? Have you got a robe for Debbi while we set up the shot ?"

The filming continued for the next hour or so. Debbi was chased out of the pub by Angie / Saffron and her cronies, running to the car park, jumping in her car and speeding off. It took a couple of takes before Giles the director was satisfied he had enough footage to cut up into a double time Benny Hill style chase. They also decided to shoot a section of the cat fight again, filming Debbi's legs from the thighs down as her knickers were pulled off. Fortunately, wardrobe had a spare pair to take the place of the sodden garment that had landed in Jethro's beer !

"So how did you find your first day as an actress ?" Reg asked Debbi later once she had dressed again. "Not quite what I had expected" Debbi laughed. "You were splendid" Reg congratulated her. "We'll see how our audience responds to you when the episode goes out" he told her. At least it'll be some reward for the long suffering husbands who have to put up with their wives insisting on watching this crap, he thought. Although the soap was his baby, Reg had no illusions about the artistic quality of his product !

"My life is getting to be soooo complicated" complained Debbi. " I don't know what to do." She was sitting up naked in bed between Lawrence and Lesley. A meeting had been convened to review the current state of play. "First, there's this soap. They have to wait for my episode to go out and see if the fans like it but they're already talking about how to develop the character. Apparently, I'll be a college student who's supplementing her grant by stripping " she began. "But you're too old to be a student ?" Lawrence pointed out. "Oh that doesn't matter, almost everyone playing a teenager in a soap is a few years older" Lesley answered on behalf of her friend. " It sounds great !"

"Yeah, but the thing is, it's not such a glamorous lifestyle being in a soap" Debbi explained. "I'd have to spend days in a hotel in Leeds and it wouldn't be such a nice hotel as the one they splashed out on for my audition. Then there's getting up every morning at stupid o'clock to be on set." The friends sympathised. "Ideally, I'd like to just pop in and out for a few cameos but I'm not a big star or anything and can't make demands or put on conditions."

"Maybe it'll be like that anyway, only the main characters appear all the time" Lesley suggested. "Just wait and see what they decide and what they offer" said Lawrence.

"But that's not all. Then I got a call from Frank Lafferty" Debbi continued. "Who he ?" asked Lesley. "The manager of the team Roddy plays for. Apparently he's been playing crap ever since he 'broke up' with me."

"But that's ridiculous, no offence Deb. But he's gay isn't he ? Doesn't this Lafferty know that ?" exclaimed Lesley. "Well, he kind of tiptoed around it. But they're all terrified of the gay footballer tag. You know that's the reason why I was dragged in originally.

"What did you say ?"

"I said he still had the statues. Your statues !"

"Ah, my best work" laughed Lesley.

"Anyway, it seems Roddy still wants me to be besties with him, a kind of soul mate."

"So ?" asked Lawrence.

"So if I'm seen with him, I'll get all the Bimbo WAG tabloid stuff again, they'll start trailing me with the paparazzi again. If I get caught in bed with you two for instance, it'll be a big scandal etc, etc !"

"Decisions, decisions" said Lesley. "Indeed" said Debbi. "When does the soap episode go out ?" said Lawrence. "Next week, come round here and watch it" answered Debbi.

"For now, you need to relax and release tension" Lesley decided, diving beneath the covers. "Ooh" said Debbi !

The trio were back in bed with Debbi's laptop, waiting for the broadcast of her episode of Down On The Farm. "Did you go to see Roddy last week ?" Lawrence asked. "Yeah, we watched an opera DVD. Why do you ask ?" said Debbi. "Well, he scored a hat trick on Saturday, his first goals for weeks" laughed Lawrence. "Ah" said Debbi. "Shush. Time for the show" interrupted Lesley as the familiar cheesy theme tune began to play.

Debbi watched through gaps in her fingers as her scene played out. As promised, the strip didn't show anything to frighten the horses unduly and it was indeed a long shot of her bare bum being chased out of the pub to her car. "You were wonderful" Lesley congratulated her. "I wouldn't go that far" laughed Lawrence, as Debbi poked him playfully. "Let's see what the reaction is on social media" Lesley suggested, grabbing the laptop. "Must we ?" Debbi was not eager. "Of course, the critics will have seen preview tapes" Lesley insisted.

"Here's one; Debbi lifted the series out of the slump it has been in, lighting up the screen with her cheeky persona and sultry good looks !"

"Ooh" said Debbi

"And another; Bimbo WAG's performance of a stripper was so wooden it seemed to have come off the shelves of IKEA."

"Aah" said Debbi.

"Never mind, this one says; All hot blooded males forced to watch the series by their other halves, will hope that Debbi's appearance is not a one off and she will continue to provide a reason to watch !"

"Ooh" said Debbi.

"This says; Whoever thought it would be a good idea to cash in on the notoriety of Bimbo WAG will be bitterly regretting it after the fiasco of this debut. You seem to split opinion Deb but I thought you were great" Lesley reassured her.

"Aah" said Debbi.

"Do you notice, the positive reviews call you Debbi and are written by blokes ? And the negative ones stick with Bimbo WAG and are by women ?" Lawrence pointed out. "Oh well, that's probably me out of the show then, since most of the regular audience is female" Debbi decided. At which point her phone chirped. Debbi took the call from Reg the producer. Contrary to expectations, he assured Debbi that the results from the viewing panel were favourable. Female viewers appreciated characters they could feel ambivalent about.

"He'll be in touch via Harry" Debbi told her friends. "Talking of Harry, I need your help" she continued. "Me ?" said Lesley. "Probably both of you 'cos we'll need photos. Harry's arranged a deal with a mail order company to launch my own range of lingerie and I need you to help me design it" Debbi explained. "I can do that" Lesley agreed, diving beneath the covers.

"Ooh" said Debbi !

[Debbifan]

Debbi does stand up

"I thought with these deals they just had their regular range of lingerie and then they just got the celeb to model it and put their name to it ?" said Lesley. They were in her studio, where she was going to show Debbi her first preliminary designs. "Dunno" replied Debbi, still not used to the thought that she was a celeb, however minor. "They seemed eager enough when I said I knew a really top designer."

"Who that ?"

"That you silly !"

Lesley giggled. "Oh yeah, I'm world famous ! Anyway, have a look at these. I think they wanted swimwear too ?"

"They did, though the sort of swimwear that hardly ever goes in the water."

"That's what I thought. That was good, it gave me a lot more scope. There's only so much you can do with bras and knickers."

"True. But they did say we could have catsuits and body stockings and stuff where you can be more creative." Debbi began to flick through the designs. "These look great. Ooh, sexy !"

"I need to make a few mock up samples next. I know a seamstress who'll help me" said Lesley. "I'd better get your measurements for her. Strip off !"

"You're always trying to get my kit off."

"And you're always more than ready !" The girls laughed. "Debbi, you're growing your pubes !" Lesley exclaimed. "Only a little strip" Debbi protested. " I was bored with completely clean shaven."

"Oh well, no problem. It's easily shaven again if necessary, if it shows too much with any of the designs" Lesley demurred. "Lawrence was saying something about how it would be good to have a second model. He has some ideas for girl on girl shots for some of the items."

"That sounds like Lawrence" Debbi laughed. "I could call Sally."

"Who she ?"

"My friend from Leeds who taught me the pole dancing."

Sally was picked up at the station by Debbi, amidst much hugging and air kissing and girlish laughter. She was staying with Debbi for the weekend while they went over the designs Lesley had made up for the lingerie and swimwear collection. Her presence would also help to give Lawrence ideas for the photo shoot of the all important online catalogue.

Lawrence and Lesley were already at Debbi's place when the other two girls arrived back from the station. After initial introductions and after dumping her travelling case in the guest room, Sally was surprised and a little shocked to see the other three begin taking their clothes off ! Debbi suddenly noticed the look on her friend's face and laughed. "Sorry, I should have explained" she giggled. "It's just that it's kind of second nature to us now. Whenever we have a business meeting or catch up here, we have it in bed" she told her new guest. "Cool" Sally laughed, beginning to add her clothes to the growing pile on the floor !

It was now quite a squeeze in Debbi's bed but with some effort all four were soon sitting up naked and getting comfortable. Lawrence and Sally and Debbi and Lesley. "It's like that old movie, Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice" said Lawrence. The girls looked at him blankly. "Only kind of updated to the 21st century to take account of gender fluidity" he ploughed on with a glance at Lesley. The girls still looked at him blankly. "Oh come on. Don't tell me you've never seen it on some Saturday afternoon TV ?" Blank looks. "Forget I said anything" Lawrence gave up. "I hear you're going on This Morning again tomorrow ?" he asked Debbi, changing the subject.

"Yeah. Reg and Harry arranged it. We're confronting the great bondage movie scandal !" Debbi tossed a copy of The Sun onto the bed with lurid stills from her appearance in Ernie's bondage extravaganza. Black strips covered her naughty bits in these photos but the text explained salaciously that for purchasers of the video, nothing would be left to the imagination ! "Will they give you a hard time ?" Lesley wondered, concerned. "Nah, doubt it. I know the panel there now and they know me. I'm gonna play it for laughs, claim I had no idea I'd be hanging upside down with my tits dangling but how we all live and learn etc."

"Has the fuss caused any problems on the soap ?" Sally was also concerned. "Doesn't seem like it. Reg says all publicity is good publicity. And he wants to make Down On The Farm more raunchy, it was getting a bit stale and staid. He reckons he's got bigger problems with persuading some of the more established cast members to get their kit off as well as me ! I've just got to get a plug in tomorrow that I'll be returning to the soap as a kind of semi regular character" Debbi explained. "Ernie's delighted anyway, it's his best selling porno ever" Lawrence laughed. "Imagine all those guys wanking over it" said Sally. "I'd rather not" laughed Debbi. "What they get up to in their own homes is their own business. Now where're those designs Les ?"

Lesley jumped out of the bed to gather her portfolio of designs, before bounding back to join the other three. "Wow, these one piece swimsuits are really something Les" said Debbi appreciatively. "Yeah, well they give me more design scope than bikinis and all the models and celebs seem to have gravitated to one pieces for swanning about in Malibu or Miami or wherever" Lesley replied. "Or Abu Dhabi !" laughed Lawrence. Debbi reached over to give him a playful slap for reminding her of her troubles over there.

"Some of these don't leave very much to the imagination" Sally remarked dubiously. "On the contrary" objected Lesley. "They cover the nipples and pussy..." She was interrupted. "Just about !" said Debbi. Lesley continued. "As I was saying, they cover all the important bits but at the same time bring them into prominence, so people can use their imagination in an erotic way."

"I'll say" Debbi agreed. "Lots of bare bum ?" she observed. "Yeah, well it seems that the people we're targeting don't go totally topless so much at the moment but they don't seem to care about showing a virtually bare bum" Lesley responded. "That's the Dubai effect and the nipple police over there" Lawrence suggested.

"Whatever, we're going to enjoy modelling these !" Debbi was enthusiastic. "This one's almost like one of those mankinis it's so skimpy" Sally blushed over one design. "Not sure I'd dare to wear it on the beach but modelling it's fine" she decided. "Maybe not on Scarborough beach anyway" laughed Debbi. "And you two will really complement each other well as models" Lawrence told them. "Sal's blonde and's got fuller breasts while Deb's brunette and perky. And you both have great asses !" Both girls giggled.

"Are we done for now then ?" Lesley wondered. "I guess" said Debbi. "Good" replied Lesley, diving beneath the covers. "Ooh !" said Debbi. Lawrence then followed Lesley's example. "Ooh!" said Sally.

Having got everyone's approval for her designs, Lesley now had to have samples made up by her seamstresses. So Debbi and Sally were now left to their own devices for the remainder of Sally's visit, until she returned in a few weeks for the actual photo sessions.

Debbi took Sally along with her to her latest appearance on This Morning. Sally was impressed by her new friend's growing assurance on such occasions, enjoying wise cracking with the panel and not at all phased when they sprang a clip from the infamous bondage movie on her, one of the tamer early scenes when her still fully clothed character was kidnapped. "Great method acting don't you think ?" Debbi joked. She made sure that she mentioned her upcoming appearances in the soap as a semi-permanent cast member and was even able to get in a plug about the new lingerie / swimwear line.

The afternoon was taken up with attendance at Roddy's Premier League game. Debbi tried to remain incognito underneath a woollen hat in the team colours but as she and Sally took their seats, they were spotted by the TV cameras and displayed to the crowd on the the big screen. The fans cheered and began singing 'Bimbo WAG, Bimbo WAG, Bimbo WAG; Bimbo WA-AG, Bimbo WAG' to the tune of a Sousa march, immediately following that with 'Get your tits out for the lads'. Debbi waved dutifully, while playfully shaking her head at the second request !

"You seem popular ?" said Sally. "Yeah, well they think I make Roddy play better" Debbi explained. And so it proved. Roddy's team won 3-1, with him scoring one goal and providing two assists. "What's an assist ?" asked Debbi when this was highlighted. "It's when somebody helps somebody else to score" Sally replied. "What, sort of like a pimp does ?" Debbi suggested. Sally laughed. "You're so funny. You should do stand up" she asserted. "I'm much better lying down !" Debbi giggled. "See what I mean ?" Sally persisted. "There's no way I could write a routine" Debbi shrugged. "But you could collaborate with writers ? Use your bimbo persona ?" Sally pursued her train of thought. "We'd need an angle though. The stripping stand up !" Sally was getting enthused by her idea. "Or the naked comedienne ?" Debbi laughed. "Come on" she said, changing the subject. "Let's go the the player's bar. They'll be out of the showers soon."

"Hi there Waggsie" Roddy greeted Debbi in the player's bar with a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Hi superstar" replied Debbi. "You scored a goal and had two assists !"

"Who told you about assists ?" Roddy was intrigued, he knew Debbi had little idea about football. "Sally" answered Debbi, formally introducing her friend, who was already deep in conversation with Clinton, one of Roddy's team mates.

It had been arranged that they would all go back to Roddy's place where he had invited a few arty friends. Clinton accepted the invitation too, though it was not really his kind of thing. But he seemed enamoured of Sally !

"Wow !" exclaimed Sally on arrival. "It's a mansion Roddy." The embarrassed footballer explained that it seemed extravagant but they were paid ridiculous salaries and he valued the privacy. Sally continued to explore. "Gosh, these are the famous statues Deb. They're all you !" The four graces, or four Debbis as they were, dominated the entrance hall. Clinton was also impressed by the nudes, he had not been in Roddy's place since they had been installed. "Lesley did them as you know" said Debbi.

"Maybe I can get her to do a statue of you ?" Clinton told Sally. "What ? Put me in the garden so the birds can crap on me ?" the blonde girl laughed. "They cost me an arm and a leg" Roddy advised him. "She could do a painting much more reasonably though, she's very talented" suggested Debbi, who began describing the lingerie and swimwear collection Lesley was designing.

"I used to be a WAG too you know" Sally commented as they began to make their way to the reception room. "But he was only in a championship team up north."

"Who was that ?" asked a jealous Clinton. "Jimmy Gaskell" Sally replied. "Oh I know him. Not in our class, eh Rod ?" said Clinton. "I heard he was taking his badges, he wants to get into coaching" Roddy remarked.

"Booooring !" yelled Debbi, draping herself seductively around one of her statues. "Where are the others ?"

"Leonora and Connie should be here any minute, Tony's just finishing a rehearsal" Roddy replied, referring to a ballerina and actress and a well known conductor. "And Eddie Tempest's texted that he's just left" he continued, consulting his phone. "The comedian ? He's so funny" said a delighted Sally. "Yeah, but don't expect him to be telling jokes all the time" Debbi warned. "He's off duty and expecting him to be funny all the time would be like expecting you to take your clothes off and do a pole dance, just 'cos that's your job !"

"I wouldn't mind" Sally said coquettishly, as Debbi laughed. "Seriously though, I can ask him about your stand up routine" she continued. "That wasn't a serious idea" Debbi protested. "Course it was" Sally contradicted her. "I'm sure Eddie'll see your potential !"

Debbi was carefully grooming her newly regrown pubes into a neat little landing strip that still left her actual pussy bare. Sally meanwhile was excitedly holding up the various specimen garments that Lesley had brought along with her. It had been a busy couple of weeks following Roddy's dinner party. The comedian Eddie Tempest had been most taken with the idea of writing a Bimbo WAG stand up routine and while Debbi had forgotten about it and shrugged off the idea, Sally had been actively pursuing it with Eddie on her behalf. The furore over the bondage movie had died down, though the sales continued to be impressive. And meanwhile, Debbi had made her first two appearances as a regular cast member Down On The Farm.

These episodes had been used to establish her 'student stripping to pay the fees' character and hadn't entailed learning much extended dialogue. One scene had the Angie character reluctantly apologising for the catfight misunderstanding, while the other scene showed her interacting with her lecherous middle aged tutor, played by a rather distinguished looking actor Debbi thought. She was vaguely aware that Reg the producer was tasking the script writers to come up with more excuses for her to show some skin, within the limitations of prime time of course. Since Debbi was not in every episode she had only had to spend a day or two up north, which suited her. She stayed with Sally rather than in a soulless hotel.

"Try this one piece on Deb" suggested Lesley. "It's the one with the narrowest crotch and if your pubes don't poke out there, they'll be fine for the rest of the stuff." Debbi pulled on the spectacular lime green suit which Lesley had based on a mankini for a joke. The straps were designed to cover the nipples but to leave the breasts otherwise bare. The thong style back came around to provide minimal frontal cover. Debbi adjusted what there was of the material to cover her landing strip. Lesley inspected the region. "OK, the hair's fine but the surround's a bit stubbly. Maybe get some cream ? Lawrence could Photoshop the pics but it'd be visible if we did a catwalk show !"

Debbi felt she was coming full circle, since it was an unscheduled appearance at a catwalk show that had launched her in this direction, what seemed a long time ago now. "Aren't some of the knickers transparent ?" she wondered, still preoccupied with her pubes. "Yeah they are. But Lawrence reckons some hint of hair would make the shots more erotic anyway" replied Lesley. "Do you think I should grow mine too then ?" asked Sally. "But then people will see the drapes don't match !" teased Debbi. Sally had squeezed herself into the other lime green suit. They all laughed at the struggle to contain the blonde's more ample boobs. "This looks positively obscene" Sally laughed, regarding herself in the mirror. "That's the idea" chuckled Lesley !

Sally and Debbi were in the changing room at Lawrence's studio. They were both naked, waiting for the lines left on their skin by their underwear to fade so that the photo session for the Bimbo WAG lingerie and swimwear collection could commence. Debbi was filling Sally in about Lawrence. "He acts very camp but it's all a pose. I found out eventually that he's not gay" she said. "I found that out straight away when we were all in bed together at that meeting" Sally laughed. "He's got a master technique with his tongue" she added. "He certainly has" Debbi agreed !

"Doesn't Roddy mind ?" Sally asked. Debbi hadn't yet felt confident enough in Sally to confide the real nature of her relationship with the footballer. She was pretty sure Sally would never deliberately betray a confidence but there was always a chance something might be let slip in an unguarded moment. Debbi brushed off the question. "Oh no, he knows Lawrence is just a mate" she said. "A mate with benefits" Sally added. "Access all areas" laughed Debbi !

"What's so funny ?" Lawrence said when he came in to check if the marks on their skin had faded enough yet. "Oh nothing, just girls talk" replied Debbi. "You think it's OK that my pubes are black ?" The bottle blonde had regrown her landing strip to match Debbi's and Sally wanted an expert opinion. "Sure, there'll only be a hint of them showing through the knickers anyway. And though it'll be mainly ladies looking at the collection, I get the feeling word will get out and quite a few blokes will see them too and they'll find the pubes a real turn on" Lawrence reassured her !

The modified mankinis were the climax of the show for the Bimbo WAG lingerie and swimwear range. Lesley joined Debbi and Sally at the end of the catwalk to accept the applause and take a collective bow, the girls being careful not to fall out of their lime green suits and Lesley slightly uncomfortable in a posh frock that was a departure from her usual punk style. Lawrence was snapping pics to document the show, the audience having been asked to refrain from taking photographs.

Still 'dressed' in the swimsuits, Debbi and Sally were mingling backstage with selected guests and posing for selfies, the no photos rule now having been relaxed. It had been a good turnout and there was much exchanging of luvvy style air kisses. Roddy and Clinton were there with a couple of other team mates. Two of the women panellists from The Morning Show had come to offer their congratulations and Reg the producer plus a couple of London based members of the soap cast were milling about.

Sally was pleased to see the comedian Eddie Tempest approaching. "We'll have to write this outfit into your routine" he told Debbi, admiring the cut of her minimal attire. "Routine ?" queried the puzzled Debbi. "You know, your stand up" Sally reminded her. "But I thought that was just a joke, not a serious idea" Debbi objected. "Sally's been liaising with me" Eddie confirmed. "I've already made progress on a bunch of material with my writing partner Daisy. That's her over there." He pointed to a sharp looking thirty something. "She loves the concept of the Bimbo WAG character and there are a couple of comedy clubs eager to give you a slot" he continued.

"But I've never done anything like that" Debbi pointed out. "But you're acting now ?" said Sally. "After a fashion" Debbi admitted. "And I've seen you handle those women on The Morning Show. You have natural timing" Eddie assured her. "We won't expect to go in without rehearsal." At this point, Lawrence hustled the pair away to pose for publicity stills with Lesley and the sponsors. "I'll call and we'll arrange a run through" Eddie called after them. I guess there's no harm in a rehearsal to see how it goes, Debbi reasoned to herself.

Daisy was completely thrown when she actually met with Debbi to discuss and run through the stand up routine that she and Eddie had written. She held the entire WAG celebrity culture in contempt, with its' Instagram influencers and gaudy superficiality. So she had written a savage satire which at times barely concealed that contempt. But in meeting the real Debbi, she discovered someone who confounded all her expectations and who totally belied that stereotype. Debbi, for her part, found the script hilarious. Debbi had filled Daisy in on the serendipitous journey she had taken to her current situation, which was one she now regarded with wry amusement.

During the read through, Debbi demonstrated the natural timing which Eddie had assured Daisy she possessed but which his writing partner had been sceptical about. Daisy was apologetic. "I am so sorry. I've written you as an absolute air head" she said when they finished. "No, no. That's fine. It's just a character isn't it ? I mean, if anyone's stupid enough to think that's how I really am, then that's their problem. Not that I'm saying you're stupid for thinking that's how I was" Debbi backtracked quickly and the pair laughed at their mutual misunderstanding !

"You don't mind the finale ?" Daisy was now concerned. "Not at all. It's a hoot and I'm used to getting my kit off by now !"

"We'll have all the usual stipulations that there's to be no recording or photography. And we'll ask the audience not to divulge the ending so as not to spoil the surprise for later shows !"

Debbi had been getting used to public appearances but presenting this stand up routine in front of a live audience at a prestigious comedy club was on another level and she was very nervous. She was the final act on a bill of four comics. Her predecessors on stage were a black female and two men who had some kind of profile from spasmodic TV appearances. Debbi didn't know if being on last was a good or a bad thing. Nor did she know whether the fact that the preceding acts had gone down so well was advantageous to her or not. Daisy calmed her down. "It shows we have a supportive and receptive audience that is now nicely warmed up. Just go out there and deliver like you have in our rehearsals. You'll be great !"

So Debbi took a deep breath and tottered out onto the stage in a pair of vertiginous heels that had been selected to emphasis the Bimbo WAG persona. The only other thing she was wearing was a thigh skimming tight black dress with a plunging neckline. At least the audience isn't booing, she thought.

Overcoming a slightly edgy start, Debbi soon got into the swing of her routine. She knew that what Daisy had written for her was funny and she was confident that the audience was laughing with her and not at her. She even came up with an effective ad lib in reply to some hecklers when there were cries of 'show us your tits'. In response, Debbi adopted a stern face and hands on hips pose. "And why on earth do you think I'd do that ? I'll have you know I'm a well respected member of the Wagistocracy. We're not all a bunch of air heads you know !" This elicited the laughter she had hoped for, since the whole point of the routine Daisy had written for her was to play up the bimbo aspect.

It had proved to be a success and they were now fast approaching the climax of the act. "You may have heard that I've launched my own line of lingerie and swimwear" Debbi was saying, which produced a few whistles. "And now I'm branching out into evening wear. We have a special preview here but you have to be sophisticated and cultured to fully appreciate it. Hang on, I'll show you !"

Debbi tottered off stage in her heels and a spotlight illuminated the side from which she would reappear. An expectant hush had crept over the audience, which made the eruption of noise all the more impressive when Debbi reemerged stark naked except for her heels ! The uproar continued with hoots, laughter and whistles as Debbi made her way to centre stage. She looked puzzled. "Stop it. Wait. Look. Don't you like it ?" She gave a little 360 degree twirl. A disembodied voice boomed from offstage. "But you're totally naked !" it cried. Debbi acted startled and then a music track played of chipmunk voices singing to the old tune, 'The WAG is in the altogether, but altogether, she's altogether, she's altogether as naked as the day that she was born' and so on. With this, Debbi assumed the classic embarrassed nude female pose of crouching and trying to cover up, before rushing offstage to thunderous applause.

One of the stage hands offered her a robe but Debbi declined and returned to the stage still fully nude to take her bow. "A round of applause please for my wonderful writers Eddie and Daisy" she said. "And also for Lesley, my costume designer !" More laughter as she indicated her naked body. "And thank you for being such a great audience." Debbi left the stage again to a raucous reception and this time she did accept the offer of a robe !

The audience proved so enthusiastic that Debbi was forced to return for a second bow, this time wearing her robe, the sight of which elicited good natured boos from the crowd. Debbi responded by whipping the robe open to give them one more flash of her naked body ! Closing the robe again she said "Thank you again so much. I don't have any merchandise to sell in the lobby but there are collection boxes for the water aid charity, which is a cause so close to my heart. Every penny donated makes a big difference. Safe journey home everyone and good night !"

The following day, Debbi was in bed with Lawrence and Lesley for a routine follow up. Sally was home in Leeds. "I can't find anything about the show on the news feeds or social media" said Lesley. This was not a disappointment however. "Great" replied Debbi. "We did ask the audience not to divulge details of the finale. I've got five more gigs to do and that'll only work properly if it's a complete surprise."

"It seemed to go well though" offered Lawrence. "Really well, even before the ending they were really into it. Daisy and Eddie did brilliantly with the script."

"Any other news ?"

"One of the streaming companies wants to record the show and put it out in a late night slot. Harry's negotiating the details."

"Wonderful" Lesley cried. "Everything's going great !" Debbi hesitated. "Kind of" she responded. "But it's all haphazard and a bit hit and miss."

"Meaning ?"

"I feel a bit of a dilettante."

"A what ?"

"Well, I'm not sure what it means but just kind of dabbling in things. Like, I'm not going to be a serious actress beyond the soap. And I reckon that the Bimbo WAG stand up routine'll be a one hit wonder once this run of gigs is over and they've shown it on TV."

"There's your modelling" Lesley was encouraging.

"That's true."

"And there'll always be a market for more porn films !" Lawrence laughed. Debbi slapped his arm playfully. "I'll have you know I'm a highly respected artiste now" she giggled.

[Debbifan]

Debbi in Tangier

Debbi was curled up on the sofa in Sally's flat, studying her script. She was staying there for a week of filming on the soap. "I'm sorry to be such bad company but I've got to learn these lines" she apologised to her friend. Fortunately, learning the stand up routine had given Debbi some practice but this was the most acting she had so far been given to do in the soap. Reg the producer had initiated Down On The Farm : After Hours as an occasional spin off, which was to go out in a late night slot and so could consequently be more risque.

"So what's the plot ?" Sally wanted to know. "It's going to address the #metoo situation" Debbi began. "My character's studies are suffering because of her having to work as the strippergram to pay off the tuition fees. Despite her grades, the randy old tutor offers to pass her ( that is , me ) if she ( that is, I ) will sleep with him" she explained. "Sounds a lot more dramatic than the jokey stuff with the stag night" said Sally. "Yeah. But Reg says he wants to stretch me artistically. He's confident I can handle the characterisation" replied Debbi. "Really ? I reckon he just wants to get your kit off again ! Is there a nude scene ?" Sally wondered. "Yes. I'm to be naked in bed with the tutor and then get up and walk to the window and put on a robe. They'll shoot it from the side and back."

"So you're gonna be in the nuddy in bed with Brian Daniels ?" Sally laughed, referring to the distinguished middle aged actor who played the tutor. "Seems so" Debbi confirmed. " Better be careful that doesn't turn into a real #metoo situation" Sally warned. "I hear he has quite a reputation among the ladies on the soap !"

Debbi was relieved to have completed the dramatic scenes with Brian Daniels playing the lecherous tutor. She had not stumbled over her lines and Reg the producer was happy with her acting. "We'll make an actress of you yet" he complimented her. Now all that remained to be shot was the bedroom scene.

Debbi was sitting naked under her robe while the makeup girl worked on her face. "Do you want a merkin ?" the wardrobe assistant asked. "What's that ?" asked Debbi innocently. "A pubic hair wig" the assistant replied. Debbi thought of her newly grown little landing strip and was sure that would be sufficient. "They can't show that on the soap anyway can they ?" she wondered. "It was only a suggestion" conceded the wardrobe assistant defensively. "I don't know what the limits are for this late night edition."

Makeup complete, Debbi headed out onto the set. Brian was standing on the far side of the bed, also wearing a robe. I wonder what his willy's like, Debbi wondered cheekily ? "OK, slip off your robe and pop into bed Debbi. You too Brian" ordered Giles, the director. Debbi quickly discarded the robe and hopped into bed. There was only one thin sheet to act as covering. Any curiosity Debbi had regarding Brian's willy was destined to remain unsatisfied because when the middle aged actor took off his dressing gown, he was shown to be wearing something that resembled a corset below the waist and a pair of ladies tights. So much for equal opportunities, the naked Debbi thought ruefully ! She was also a little disappointed to see that Brian's torso wasn't exactly ripped, sporting as he did the beginnings of a pair of man boobs.

"OK, there's no scripted dialogue, we just want you to get into making out" Giles instructed. "You stay underneath Debbi, let Brian do the work" he added. "It'll be my pleasure" the ageing roue smirked. "And, action !" called Giles. Debbi felt Brian's weight on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. She soon also felt him kneading her tits and rubbing his iron clad groin against hers, neither of which seemed entirely necessary in the confines of the show but she guessed this must be method acting ? What was necessary for the script was the prolonged snogging session with full on tongues !

"Cut" cried Giles. "Very good guys" he congratulated his two stars. "That's a wrap." Brian rolled his bulk off of Debbi. "Er, can we try another take Giles ?" he said. "Debbi was just starting to loosen up and another take could show a lot more passion." Debbi frowned. She suspected that Brian just wanted another snog and grope session with her but Reg was enthusiastic. "Good idea Brian. And this time, part way through, roll and pull Debbi on top. Drag the sheet clear so we get a shot of her bum. That's fine with you Deb ?" he added as an afterthought. "Um, sure, yeah, seems realistic" Debbi agreed.

The second take found Brian even more amorous. Debbi was by now thankful for the layers covering his bottom half ! It felt strange to feel the breeze on her bum as she was flipped and the sheet lowered. She sensed that Brian would have fancied yet another take but the budget conscious crew were more than happy with the second effort and resisted spending more time on it. The pair recomposed themselves in bed, ready for the shot where Debbi would get out of bed naked and walk to gaze soulfully out of the window before putting on her robe. "Don't worry about how you get out of bed Deb. We'll shoot that just head and shoulders and then pan back to full length once your back's turned to the camera" Giles explained. There would be some great out takes for the engineers Christmas party !

"I had to get out of bed and walk over to the window seven times before they were satisfied" said Debbi. "In the nude ?" Sally wanted confirmed. "In the nude" answered Debbi. They were back in Sally's flat that evening, discussing the day's filming of the soap's late night special. "Sounds to me as if they were just enjoying having a naked Debbi prancing about" Sally suggested. "That did cross my mind too but they kept saying they had to adjust the lighting" Debbi replied. "Then Reg decided that when I was looking soulfully out the window, I was to actually climb up into the window seat and sit hunched over with my arms clasping my legs together. So that was another couple of takes" she continued.

"Still, that was it ?" Said Sally. "No" exclaimed Debbi. "Then they claimed we just need a shower scene !"

"I don't remember any shower scene in the script you gave me to read ?"

"There wasn't any but they said that was because there was no dialogue in it. I just had to take a shower."

"Why ?"

"God knows. They then decided that Brian should stand by the door and watch."

"In his tights ?"Sally giggled. "No, he'd got dressed by that point" Debbi chuckled.

"So that was finally it ?"

"Yeah, then the old lech asked me out to dinner."

"Brian ?"

"Yeah. That's when you came in handy. I politely refused saying that I couldn't let my girlfriend down !"

"Glad to be of service" laughed Sally. At that point, Debbi's phone rang. Sally listened to the one side of the conversation that she could hear. "Oh, hi Lawrence...it was fine, I'll tell you properly when I get home...yeah, lots of nudity... don't know how much they'll actually show but this is going out late night...really ? that sounds fun...sure, I'll be up for that...don't know, I'll ask her and call you back...ciao for now." Debbi clicked off the phone. "That was Lawrence" she said unnecessarily. "So I gathered" replied Sally. "What do you have to ask me ?" she wondered, intrigued.

"Will you two be OK ? I've got to scope out some locations with Ahmed" Lawrence explained. "We're big girls now, we'll be fine" replied Debbi. "You won't end up in some harem ?" wondered Lawrence. "I've learned my lesson after Abu Dhabi" countered Debbi. Sally laughed. "Karim will show you the sights" said Lawrence, indicating the second of the two men who had met them at the hotel.

They were in Tangier. The phone call Debbi had taken back in Sally's flat had been about a commission Lawrence had for a two girl photo shoot in the Moroccan hills and desert. He had been offered a significant enhancement to his fee if he could procure Bimbo WAG to be one of the nude models. And he knew from his involvement with the lingerie collection that the contrasting attributes of Debbi and Sally complemented each other very well.

Karim spoke reasonable English and was determined to sell the delights of his home city to the two attractive western women. They trekked to the top of the hill for a panoramic view of the old town and port. Making their way back down the narrow winding streets he kept pointing out the old haunts of various authors and painters, none of whom the girls had heard of and most of whom seemed to have been gay. Karim tried a different tack. "Many rock groups loved it here. The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin." The girls remained underwhelmed. "I know the names" said Debbi. "My granddad had them on those old vinyl records" added Sally !

Despite the failure of Karim's name dropping, they were enjoying the bustle and ambience of the medina. He explained that although the frontages to these houses looked unremarkable, they hid spacious courtyards with elaborate water features. Eventually, Karim led them into a dark coffee house, the only natural light coming from a balcony at the back which overlooked one of those courtyards. He led the women to a small table closer to the entrance. They were conscious of being the only westerners, indeed the only women customers, in the place. But their presence did not seem to be causing too much of a stir, save for a few murmurs of interest.

They were enjoying their sweet almond pastries and dark bitter coffee when a woman in traditional dress emerged from a side room and consulted with Karim. "Fatima wants to know if you would like to use hammam ?" he asked the girls. "Hammam ?" they queried. "Steam baths, very luxurious, very good for skin" Karim explained. Debbi thought of a Japanese onsen and reminded herself to tell Sally the tale of her adventure with Lesley at one of those ! Their feet had gotten sore from traipsing around town and it sounded tempting. "Mm, sounds great. Where is it ?" answered Debbi. Karim explained that it was just around the corner and that Fatima ran both enterprises. "I'll pay her" he said. "She'll take you around there when you've finished your coffee."

Debbi and Sally did not notice the increase in the intensity of the murmuring between the men in the cafe as they departed with Fatima, nor the way in which all the clientele began to slowly congregate around the balcony area !

Fatima led Debbi and Sally back out into the souk and then down an even narrower alley. She opened a nondescript looking door and they found themselves in a small reception area. A bored woman, in traditional dress like Fatima, looked up at their arrival. She exchanged a few animated words with Fatima, who then indicated two tiny cubicles with flimsy curtains. "Take all clothes off" she barked. Fatima professed not to speak English but she had mastered a few phrases necessary for her calling ! "You sure this is alright ?" wondered Sally nervously. "Where's your spirit of adventure ?" laughed Debbi, heading into the first of the cubicles.

Both women undressed completely. There was no locker, just a stool on which to drape their clothes. Debbi poked her head around the curtain. "Is there a towel ?" she asked. Fatima looked at her blankly and then simply beckoned her to come out. Debbi's adventurous spirit had sunk somewhat as she emerged, feeling awkward to be standing naked in front of two fully clothed Moroccan women and glancing nervously at the street door through which they had recently entered, lest it should open and expose her to public gaze. Sally remained in her cubicle, peering around the curtain.

But Fatima opened the door at the other end of the short corridor and gestured for Debbi to step through. Sally quickly scuttled after her to avoid being left behind. Both English women were astonished at the sight which now greeted them. The dinginess of the entrance lobby was replaced by a light and spacious chamber, with a vaulted dome and gleaming tiles. The whole space had an opulent airy ambience. They appeared to be the only patrons, though there was marble bench seating around the walls and five marble tables set at waist height in the centre of the room.

Remembering the Japanese onsen, Debbi looked around for the baths but there were none, only an intense steam heat and a floor on which it was impossible to stand still for more than a few seconds in their bare feet, such was the temperature generated. Both girls wished they could communicate more fully with Fatima, so as to better understand the procedure. But as another woman entered through a side door, Fatima demonstrated that they should go and lie down on two of the marble slabs !

Karim told the two girls that he had paid for them to have the full treatment from Fatima. Quite what the full treatment entailed they were not sure but they laid back on the marble slabs, content to wait and in the meantime to luxuriate in the damp heat. "It's like a sauna" Debbi commented. "Yeah, but I don't think we're going to find any snow to go and jump in afterwards in Morocco" laughed Sally.

So what constituted the full treatment ? After a few minutes Fatima and the other woman, who was introduced as Bidisha, returned carrying pails of warm soapy water. They commenced to wash the two white women all over with the rich soapy suds, allowing the water to run down into the drainage sluices beneath the slabs on which they were lying. This washing was done in a vigorous manner that would be repeated for the following procedures also. Following a rinsing with clear water from the other pails, Fatima and Bidisha produced formidable looking loofahs which were used to give a thorough exfoliation !

Despite the occasional roughness of the treatment, Debbi and Sally began to feel exhilarated. After a second rinsing, the women gestured for them to turn onto their stomachs for an extensive manipulative massage. This was not a gentle winding down but a full blown workout with limbs being twisted and contorted, eliciting the occasional gasp from the English girls but undeniably loosening knots. Sally began to laugh. "Maybe I can take them back to Leeds" said the trained dancer.

"You rest minute" Fatima told them when it was adjudged that the massage was complete. It had been a strange, sometimes uncomfortable but generally pleasurable experience the girls agreed. After several more minutes of lying back and recovering, Fatima and Bidisha came back carrying clay pots. Fatima indicated that Debbi and Sally should stand up. The Moroccan women began smearing ointment all over the two naked bodies. "What's this ?" asked Sally. "Henna, good for skin" replied Fatima. "I had this before when I was in Kenya with a native tribe. It's great for your tan" said Debbi. "I hope it won't spoil Lawrence's photos" Sally worried. "Well, it won't leave any tan lines" Debbi laughed, indicating their nudity !

They were left alone again temporarily, standing there and wondering what was next, if anything. They laughed at the sight that each of them presented, daubed from heat to foot in a dark ochre colour. "They were very thorough" chuckled Sally, failing to find any spot of skin on Debbi that had been missed. "But I hope they're coming back to rinse us off" she continued. "Oh, I'm sure they will" asserted Debbi. Just then, the door reopened and Fatima and Bidisha returned empty handed !

Debbi tried to communicate with Fatima to ask if she and Sally could shower somewhere to wash off the residue from the henna treatment but the proprietor once more feigned ignorance of the language and quickly disappeared again with Bidisha. "I guess we just wait" said Debbi. The two English women retreated to sit on the marble bench to the side of the chamber, reminded that the underfloor heating made it uncomfortable to stand still for too long in bare feet. They sat with their feet tucked underneath them for this reason.

They became momentarily alarmed to see the door from the reception area open. Two much younger Moroccan women entered, probably still in their teens. These two were not wearing the traditional clothes of Fatima and Bidisha but were fashionably dressed in western clothes, despite both sporting headscarves. Debbi and Sally suddenly felt self conscious to be sitting there naked before the two elegant fully clothed newcomers. They were surprised and a little relieved when one of the girls addressed them in English. "Hi, mum just called me. We've come to help you get cleaned up, that henna gets everywhere !" the girl said in a distinctly American accent. "You speak English" Debbi blurted out and then immediately felt stupid for stating the obvious. The girl laughed. "I'm at college in Boston" she explained. "Let's get you rinsed down, you must be starting to feel sticky in that stuff."

Debbi and Sally agreed and stood up to follow the two Moroccan teens over to a third door at the rear of the chamber, though they remained puzzled as to why they should need any help to get cleaned up. The door opened and instead of the expected shower room, they found themselves outside in an open air courtyard and blinking in the harsh light of the north African sun ! The sun was shining directly in their eyes and together with the reflected glare from the surrounding whitewashed buildings, their vision was sufficiently impaired that they failed to look up to their left and observe the balcony of the coffee shop, which was now full of male customers crowding into the prime vantage point !

Friday prayers had just ended and word had been passed that two attractive western women were partaking of Fatima's special treatment. The gathering crowd had been watching expectantly as Fatima and Bidisha prepared a panoply of hoses and buckets. Their patience was rewarded when the door opened and the two naked women emerged blinking into the sunlight, plastered from head to foot in the ochre paste !

The courtyard was filled with high pitched feminine squeals, screams and laughter. Debbi and Sally assumed that Fatima knew what she was doing with her business and that there was no danger of them being overlooked in the sunlit yard. Consequently, they were behaving like a couple of kids frolicking in the water as they proceeded to get clean from the henna. Fatima did indeed know her business and knew that the occasional presentation of attractive naked white women for the viewing pleasure of the after prayers crowd would appreciably boost the takings in her coffee shop !

Debbi and Sally had initially been apprehensive to see Fatima and Bidisha with several buckets full of water but once the first of these was poured over their heads, they found it to be pleasurably warm and not the freezing cold shock they had feared. Amidst much laughter, the two English women began running their hands over each others bodies to wash off the dye. The two Moroccan teens had donned aprons and joining in the laughter, began pointing hoses at Debbi and Sally, all the while making sure that they weren't getting in the way of the view from the balcony, where the festivities were being watched in a discrete silence !

Karim was alarmed to be joined upstairs in the coffee house by Lawrence and Ahmed, who had tracked him down on their return from scouting locations. But Lawrence had put him at his ease. "What they don't know won't hurt them and it looks like they're having a whale of a time" he observed. "Debbi wouldn't care that we were all watching anyway, though I don't know Sally well enough to be sure if she'd feel the same. We'll just keep them away from this balcony when they finally come back so they don't realise what it looks out onto !"

The scene that it looked out onto, that was being enjoyed by as many as twenty or thirty local men, began to assume ever more bacchanalian proportions. Encouraged by the teens, Debbi and Sally turned their backs on the girls and bent over, so that the jets of water from the hose could reach even the most unreachable of areas ! At length, the process was judged to be complete and all that remained was a flattering light brown hue to their skin. Fatima was at pains to keep Debbi and Sally away from the well appointed indoor showers that normal customers used and so she disappeared before returning outside with several large towels. Her two daughters took these and began to towel the two English women dry, making sure those on the balcony got a few final revealing views. "All part of the pampering" the English speaking girl explained.

Twenty minutes later, the two invigorated women re-entered the coffee shop, their slightly damp hair the only indication of what they had been doing. Their arrival was greeted by low murmurs of appreciation from the overwhelmingly masculine clientele as Karim and Lawrence steered them to a table near the door. After reporting that he had been successful on his scouting trip, Lawrence asked them about the hammam. "It was quite an experience" said Debbi. "But we both feel great after it, thanks so much for arranging it Karim" she continued. "Rather unique showers afterwards though" added Sally but the girls would not elaborate about what these had entailed, preferring to laugh at their shared 'secret' !

Debbi, Sally and Lawrence were sitting up naked in bed in Debbi's hotel room, reviewing the photos on Lawrence's laptop. They had been out to the edge of the desert and also up into the foothills of the mountains. Karim and Ahmed had accompanied them as guides and to ensure there were no problems with any locals stumbling across them while they worked. The locations had been chosen for their isolation as well as for their scenic properties. The girls had taken care of their own makeup since Lawrence wanted to maximise the profit from this commission and avoid unnecessary expense.

Debbi never ceased to be impressed by the quality of Lawrence's work. These shots were for a feature in an upmarket coffee table magazine and the posing was all very tasteful. It was all far removed from pornography. "No posing with your feet up around your ears" he had promised Debbi. But equally, it was to be frank and fearless, so if a frontal shot happened to show a vagina, then show a vagina it would !

"Your bum looks great in this one" Debbi complimented Sally. "So does yours" her friend replied. "Thank you" said Debbi. "I still don't get the concept of these though" Sally decided, regarding a sequence where she and Debbi were wearing Arabic headscarves but were naked from the neck down until their feet, which were encased in hiking boots. "It's all about the contrast" Lawrence explained. The same applied to a sequence where they were twirling parasols, topless but clad from the waist down in full length diaphanous petticoats. "You're supposed to be Victorian lady explorers !"

"So you're happy ?" Debbi asked. "Yes, and I sent proofs to the mag and they're over the moon with them too. I'll just do a bit of cropping but they don't need to be photo-shopped" answered Lawrence. "One last day to enjoy Tangier then ?" said Sally. "Looks like it" Lawrence confirmed. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it ?" yelled Debbi. "Karim" came the reply. Debbi clambered over Sally and out of the bed and bounded naked to the door. "Come in" she invited the startled guide. "Don't look all shocked, you've seen me naked often enough over the last few days" Debbi giggled, climbing back in between Lawrence and Sally.

"Um, I just wanted to know what you wished to do tomorrow before you leave ?" Karim tried to recover his composure. Debbi conferred with Sally. "We'd like to go back to the hammam" she announced decisively. "That should give you and Fatima plenty of time to spread the word and get a good audience up in the balcony" she continued with a cheeky grin. A nonplussed Karim stared back open mouthed. "Oh come on, you didn't think we were that naive did you ?" Debbi teased him. "We weren't so disoriented that we couldn't work out the geography of the courtyard !" Karim began to grin sheepishly. "Told you she wouldn't mind" Lawrence reminded him !

[Debbifan]

Debbi the movie starlet

"Not another refusal ?" It was the producer of a new major studio movie. The company had purchased the rights to the sensational best seller about the girl who had been discovered in a Central American jungle, supposedly raised by monkeys. Casting had begun well and they had provisionally signed two A-listers to play the male and female psychologists who clash over the best way to try to rehabilitate the girl. But they could not seem to find an up and coming starlet to take on the role of the girl. Probably because the script called for her to be naked throughout the entire movie !

"This one baulked at the scene where the girl pees in the hospital corridor because she doesn't know how to use a toilet" replied another of the men around the conference table. "You're the casting director" he was angrily reminded. "You're supposed to sort out these kinds of problems."

"They don't want to have all this nudity hanging around as baggage over the rest of their careers. What with re-runs on TV, stills all over the internet and so on."

"Not even for the chance to appear with Magnus Flood and Hazel Chapman ?"

"Evidently not."

It was the director who now had a thought. "I know it's a bit left field but what about Bimbo WAG ?"

"Who ?" demanded the producer.

"That girl dating the footballer who was all over the tabloids. Now she's got a part in a TV soap."

"She does still have quite a high tabloid profile" admitted the casting director. "But can she act ?" the producer wanted to know.

"She seems to get by on the soap. And anyway, she doesn't have much dialogue in this apart from 'ug'. We can coach her in the physical stuff."

"It's worth a screen test I guess" said the producer. "Who's her agent ?"

"Harry Mount."

"Jeez, can't she do better than that ?"

"He helped her out when the tabloids first got their claws into her and then just kind of stuck around."

"OK, well get onto Harry. He'll be wetting himself at the prospect of a high profile movie. Let's see if this girl's any good."

Debbi was in bed with Lawrence and Lesley as she filled them in about the exciting new development, whereby she would be featured in the major new movie featuring the megastars Magnus Flood and Hazel Chapman. Lesley was leafing through the script. "Are you ok with this bit where you have to pee in the corridor ?" she asked. Debbi laughed. "As long as they give me enough to drink beforehand and don't expect too many retakes. I can't just pee to order ! But I'm sure it will all be filmed very tastefully" she hoped.

"Are you in it all the way through ?" wondered Lawrence, who had not yet read the script. "Not as much as you might think" Debbi replied. "It's not an exploitation movie. The main thrust is the conflict between the Magnus and Hazel characters who clash about how to treat me. They have some kind of back story too and there's a 'will they, won't they' element to it with them."

"That's a bit disappointing" thought Lesley. "Oh but I've got four or five extended set pieces where I can really let rip, they filled me in on all that" Debbi responded. "I'm pretty sure people will come away from the movie with some of those uppermost in their minds" she laughed. "I've got to let my pubes grow, 'cos this character wouldn't have been shaving in the jungle. But they said I could still shave my legs and pits, 'cos people won't be focusing on that kind of detail !"

"That's a relief" chuckled Lawrence. "Is there any other preparation you've got to do ?"

"Yeah, I've got to have training sessions with an army instructor 'cos it's a very physical part, lots of climbing and clambering."

"Can't they get a body double ?" queried Lesley. "That would kind of defeat the object since I'm naked throughout the film. If they bothered with a body double, she might as well do the entire thing. I only got the part because no established actress would touch it with a barge pole ! And 'cos I'm kinda known now, at least a little bit."

"Anything else ?"

"I've got some method acting lessons. I don't have any dialogue, only grunts. Oh, and I say my first words at the very end of the film that's supposed to melt the viewer's heart ! But I have to convey emotion through facial expressions and body language."

"Sounds challenging ?"

"Yeah, but it should be a hoot too ! I'm sorry I couldn't get you involved Les but there's no costume for you to design" Debbi laughed. "You can do my gown for the premiere !"

"You look fit" said Lesley. She was happy to have Debbi to herself for this catch up session, since Lawrence was on some assignment and Sally was in Leeds. Filming of Ape Girl had finished and Debbi did indeed look fit. She had never felt so toned as she did after the strict regime she had been put through by the army physical training instructor. "Nice bush" laughed Lesley as they rested on the bed. "Yeah, well I told you I had to grow it for the part. I'm looking forward to being smooth again now" answered Debbi.

"How was the method acting schooling with what's is name ?"

"Veselvod ?"

"Yeah, him."

"We spent hours in the ape house at the zoo studying gait, posture and gestures. Then I had to spend days at his studio while he yelled at me, think ape, think ape ! And all the time I was bloody freezing there in the nude."

"He kept you in the nude ?"

"Yeah, 'cos that's how apes are and how I'd be in the film."

"But was it useful ?"

"Not much. I started loping around the set but they said they didn't want me dragging my knuckles so much. Just climbing on the frame the psychiatrists had in my cell on the set and gibbering a bit."

"But they liked your performance ?"

"Seemed to. I began to realise they wanted me to be more human and only superficially ape so that it would be sexier. Although it was supposed to be a serious acting vehicle for Magnus and Hazel and their relationship and clashes, they also knew the value of a pretty naked girl for sales and publicity !"

"But it must have been so glamorous ?"

Debbi laughed. "Not always. I had a scene where I was first captured in the jungle. Fell into a pit. Well, I thought we'd be off to the tropics to film that but we ended up in the bloody Brecon Beacons in the pouring rain ! The rest of the time we were in Pinewood and that wasn't much different from making the soap really."

"How was Magnus Flood ?"

"Total asshole !"

"Hazel ?"

"Very sweet and supportive actually, especially when they rewrote the pissing scene and instead of in the corridor, I had to jump up and piss on her desk ! She saw how nervous I was about all that."

"So next up is Cannes ?"

"Yes, the film festival. They've got two distinct cuts of the movie. One for Europe that shows all my bits. The pissing scene you see everything with me in full flow for instance. And a totally different cut for the US market where all you see are a few quick glimpses of my tits and ass and the pissing scene, for instance, cuts away to my head and you just hear sound effects ! We're premiering the full length full on version in Cannes, then going to LA with the hatchet job."

"And you still want me to design your frock for Cannes ?"

"Please, yeah. That's what I want to discuss."

"That's a bit cheesy isn't it ?" said Debbi. She and her publicist Harry were in her hotel room at Cannes for the film festival and the premiere of Ape Girl. Harry had just told Debbi that he had arranged for a photo session on the beach with the paparazzi. "I prefer to call it old school" Harry replied defensively. He was having trouble coming to terms with the #metoo era. "OK" Debbi acquiesced. "I'll show you my new cozzie !" Debbi grabbed an alarmingly small looking sliver of fluorescent yellow material from her suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom.

"How about this ?" she asked as she emerged a few minutes later. Harry blushed. He was getting too old to be sitting alone in a hotel bedroom with a sexy young woman who was wearing next to nothing. Debbi had on a one piece swimsuit of the kind that was never intended to go in the water. It was cut high on the hip, with a narrow frontage that revealed the start of the 'v' leading to her pussy. Fortunately, she had by now shaved off the bush that she had been asked to grow for Ape Girl. The back of the one piece was a thong that led up to a narrow back and shoulder straps that allowed for a plunging top at the front. Debbi's perky tits did not produce an especially deep cleavage but the effect remained erotic.

"Excellent, yes, that'll be great" Harry stammered. "So this is tomorrow morning ?" Debbi asked, adjusting the shoulder straps. Harry confirmed that it was at eleven thirty. "Good, 'cos then I'm invited onto the Russian's yacht in the afternoon" she informed Harry. 'The Russian' was the oligarch who owned Roddy's football club. "That's fine" said Harry. "The busy days are the two days after that, with the promotional round of the press and the premiere" he explained. "I think Magnus and Hazel are doing the interviews" Debbi remarked. "I'm not the star turn here and the producers think that there'll only be interest in me from the British press when we get to London for the premiere there." She turned and bent to retrieve her phone from the coffee table, causing Harry's face to turn an even darker shade of red !

"Hey Bimbo. Slip those straps down and show us your tits !" It was a mainly British crowd of press photographers on the beach for the publicity shoot Harry had organised. Prior to the release of the movie, Debbi was not any kind of celebrity in Europe or the US. And to the British paps, she remained Bimbo WAG. Despite that, she was enjoying herself. "I'm not doing that. I'll have you know that I'm a serious actress now. If you want to see my tits, you'll have to buy a ticket to see the movie" she teased. "Here, you can take photos of my bum !" She turned to the side to display her shapely rear in the thong style yellow swimsuit.

At the conclusion of the session, Debbi draped a sarong around herself and went over to Lawrence, who had been part of the group of photographers. "Hello handsome" she said, kissing him on the cheek. "Hiya sweet pea."

"Get any good shots ?"

"How could I fail to when the subject's so adorable ?" he replied. Debbi laughed. "The trouble is, they're the same shots that all the other guys have got, so there'll be slim pickings for them on the market" he explained. Debbi thought. "How about an exclusive ?"

"Hmm ?"

"Have you got a good long lens ?"

"I've never had any complaints about my length" Lawrence grinned. Debbi slapped his arm. "I know that" she laughed. "No, what I mean is, do you have a telephoto lens or whatever it is ?"

"Course I do"

"Well, I'm invited onto the Russian's yacht this afternoon." Debbi gestured at the massive gin palace anchored offshore. "And I won't want to get any tan lines if I'm sunbathing."

"So you'll be naked ?"

"Totally. In the nuddy. Without a stitch. Bare ass naked !"

"I'll see if I can hire a boat" Lawrence chuckled.

"You don't mind if I top up my tan do you Dmitri ?" Debbi thought it best to confirm with her Russian host. "Of course not Debbi. You and Roddy have my yacht at your disposal for the rest of the day" the oligarch confirmed. "I don't have any swimsuit with me though, is that a problem ?" she thought she ought to mention. "Not at all, we new Russians are very broad minded" Dmitri laughed.

Debbi and Roddy made their way up to the vast sun deck of the floating palace, Roddy in a pair of Hawaiian board shorts and Debbi in her sarong. The pair were now good friends, their business arrangement whereby Debbi acted as Roddy's 'beard' having morphed into genuine comradeship. Roddy sat down on a lounger, while Debbi remained standing as she took off the sarong. She was stark naked underneath. "Debbi !" Roddy admonished her. "What ? Dmitri said it was OK and I don't want any tan lines" she replied. "But you could at least sit down, what if somebody sees you ?" worried the footballer. "Who can see ? We're too far from the shore ?" She began a little seductive dance, casting a furtive look to make sure that Lawrence's hire boat was in the vicinity !

"What about the paparazzi ?" Roddy still worried for her. "They don't know we're here and anyway, they're off chasing after superstars." She stretched languidly and moved around a bit more, hoping that she was giving Lawrence ample opportunity to get some good shots. After a couple of minutes, she took pity on Roddy's concerned face. "OK, I'll lie down. You can make yourself useful and put on my sunscreen !" They spent an idyllic hour or so lazing in the sun. Dmitri's discrete Armenian butler came with drinks, studiously ignoring Debbi's nudity. She wasn't the first scantily clad young female to be a guest on the yacht.

"I'm going for a swim" Debbi suddenly announced, standing up again. "Debbi !" cried Roddy. "What ? We're miles offshore and I'll dive from the other side of the boat !" She giggled and made her way to the top of the steps leading from the side of the yacht, gratified to see that Lawrence was still a little way off in his boat. It was more of a jump than a dive and Debbi was surprised by the height of the yacht and landed in the water with a loud splash. Roddy hurried to the side to make sure that she was alright and was relieved to see her capering happily. She had always loved skinny dipping. "I wonder if there are any dolphins ?" she yelled up at him.

Sadly, no marine life joined her in the water but she felt invigorated and refreshed as she slowly climbed the steps back on board, taking her time so that Lawrence could record her ascent with erotic views of water cascading down her back and buttocks as she went !

Debbi was standing naked in the middle of her hotel room while Lesley fussed over the last minute adjustments to her gown for the premiere of Ape Girl, the European cut. "How were the photos ? Was it a nice little earner ?" she asked Lawrence, referring to the long lens shots he had taken of her on the yacht. "It was indeed" replied Lawrence, as he lounged in an armchair admiring the view. "The Sun has purchased a couple. They can show your tits and bum but not your pussy of course. But also I've sold the full set of 42 to an online celeb expose site and they'll have the large size HQ prints."

"Cool" said Debbi. There was a knock at the door. "Come in" Debbi called. Lawrence got up and opened the door to an immediately flustered Harry, confronted as he was by a naked Debbi ! "Oh, blimey, sorry Deb. I'll come back later" he stammered. "Don't be silly. I'm just having a fitting for my gown for tonight" Debbi laughed. She enjoyed teasing Harry. "Er, um, yes, er about tonight. I was just checking. We've got your limo for six thirty."

"Fine" said Debbi. "Only there's a protocol about who arrives when etc on the red carpet" Harry continued. "Sure, I know my place in the pecking order" Debbi chuckled. "Though that gown might upstage Hazel ?" wondered Lawrence, thinking of the female lead in Debbi's movie. "Not a problem. She's Dame Hazel, she's well past that kind of competitiveness. She'll be immaculate in something tasteful while I'm flashing the flesh !" Debbi reassured him. "Speaking of which, we can try this on again" said Lesley, lifting up the gown.

It was a full length red satin number, with a deep 'V' cut at the front which reached almost to Debbi's navel. There was a split on the left side all the way up to her hip. Debbi climbed into it. "I hope my tits don't escape. I'm not used to wearing this kind of thing" she worried. "You'll be fine. I've got titty tape for your nips to attach to the material" explained Lesley. Debbi giggled. "You won't be able to wear panties with that slit up the side though" observed Lawrence. "I'm not going commando, that would upstage Hazel !" exclaimed Debbi. "That's OK too. I've got this" said Lesley, reaching into her bag.

Debbi took the object. "What's this ?" she puzzled. "A c-string" answered Lesley.

"C-string ?"

"Yeah, 'cos it covers your, er, 'c' !"

"It looks like a shoe horn ?"

"Try it on"

Debbi took the gown off again. Harry looked away in embarrassment as Debbi fitted the accessory. It could hardly be called a garment. "At least it's leopard print" she said. "I knew that was your favourite" Lesley replied. "Bloody hell ! I thought thongs were uncomfortable enough" remarked Debbi once the 'garment' was secure. "The things we do for fashion !"

"Let's take a shot of you in it" suggested Lawrence, producing his ever present camera. Debbi struck a pose. "Think there's a market for this ?" she giggled. "There's always a market for you Deb !" Lawrence flattered her.

Debbi and Lesley were back in Debbi's hotel room. It was the early hours of the morning after the film festival premiere the previous evening. Since she was not the star of the movie, Debbi had not expected to be in demand for photos and interviews but her appearance on the red carpet escorted by Roddy the famous footballer added to her attraction. She had been collared by a German TV crew. "Was ist eine Bimbo WAG ?" Debbi attempted a reply. "Er, um, es ist die girlfriend auf dem Fussballer" she stammered. "Ah, sprechen sie Deutsch ?" the interviewer seized on the gibberish reply eagerly. "No, no, nein, not really, er, un petit peu" Debbi stumbled. A local French crew leapt in "Ah, parlez -vous Francais ?" Debbi was floundering but fortunately Roddy, the intellectual footballer, was fluent in French and stepped in to rescue her, to the satisfaction of the French crew who could ask him if he would be transferring to Paris St Germain !

The British tabloids were more predictable. "Are you naked throughout the movie Bims ? Is it true there's a scene where you piss on camera ?" they wanted to know. "It was all essential to the plot" Debbi called back. "What was it like making your debut alongside two superstars ?" asked another. "Dame Hazel was wonderful. So kind and supportive and gave me lots of tips" answered Debbi. "And Magnus ?" queried another reporter. "Dame Hazel was lovely" Debbi replied, leaving the implication hanging !

Debbi posed willingly for photos. Her nips remained encased in the dress but there was plenty of side boob and leg for the paps, even a hint of bum cheek, the slit in the side was cut so high. Debbi was grateful for the security of the c-string, despite how uncomfortable that thing was.

"I do hope that you get lots of enquiries about the dress Les. Loads of people were asking about it and I gave them all your details" said Debbi. "Thanks" answered her friend. "Any idea what's next ?" Debbi stretched languidly on the bed, glad to be out of the dress and divested of that c-string ! "We wait for the reviews in the morning papers and online"

"Yeah, but after that ?"

"Well, Harry says there's a lot more plugging to do for this movie when it opens in the States and in London"

"But have you got any more projects lined up ?"

"Harry's sending me scripts. He's worried I'll get typecast but they're all so varied, I can't see what he's worried about" Debbi yawned. "What are they ?" Lesley wanted to know. "There's this one where I get abducted by aliens and they take all my clothes off and conduct medical experiments in their spaceship and observe me" Debbi began. "Uh huh" prompted Lesley. "Then another from a French company, where I'm an English au pair who goes to work for a rich French family and they take their annual holiday at a nudist resort on the south coast"

"A nudist resort ?"

"Yes. I have an affair with the husband and the son !"

"Anything else ?"

"This one" said Debbi, picking up a third script. It's a period drama set in an Arab slave market. I get captured by pirates and auctioned at the slave market"

"And what's your costume ?"

"Well, nothing once I've been captured, they sell the slaves naked so the buyers can see what they're getting and then the sheikh puts me in his harem"

"And you don't see what Harry's worried about you getting typecast ?" asked Lesley. "No. There's no apes in any of these scripts" decided Debbi. "No maybe not. But you still spend virtually the entire movie in the nude" pointed out Lesley. "Oh, I see. Hadn't thought of that" giggled the sleepy Debbi !

[Debbifan]

Debbi in California

The next couple of weeks produced unexpected difficulties and conflicts for Debbi and her fledgling movie career, something which made her extremely grateful for the devoted services of her PR man Harry. It had all begun well enough in the hotel room in Cannes, when Lesley translated the early reviews for Ape Girl. "This one says that you brought a commanding presence to the screen and an animal sensuality"she read. "Ooh" said Debbi. "Though it does say that until you get a proper speaking role it is hard to judge your potential" Lesley continued. "That's fair comment" Debbi agreed. "They didn't think much of the chemistry between Magnus and Hazel though. They say Magnus's performance was wooden !" Lesley concluded. "Oh dear, Magnus won't like that" laughed Debbi.

Indeed, Magnus did not like that and tried to ban Debbi from the US premiere in LA. The studio would not accede to that but Magnus got some revenge when the trio had to go onto the Late Night Talk Show. Debbi had become accustomed to her appearances with the ladies on This Morning in London but she was a fish out of water here, stuck on the third seat farthest from the host. When Hazel was asked how it had been acting with a novice, she had replied that Debbi was very sweet and receptive to advice. But Magnus said it was easy because of his experience at working with CGI monsters !

'Magnus Flood compares Bimbo WAG to a CGI monster' trumpeted The Sun back in London. But that was the least of Debbi's worries when her part became embroiled in two separate twitter storms. Feminists began claiming that her part was demeaning to women and inappropriate to the post #metoo times. And then activists jumped on the bandwagon to suggest the part should have gone to a BAME actor since ape girl was found in the jungle. Others argued that in itself would have been racial stereotyping and that it was refreshing to see a white girl in an exploitation context. "Stay out of it, leave it to the producers" was Harry's sage advice.

But that did not stop Debbi having to field awkward questions. She fell back on the line that it was all essential to the plot and that the movie raised important ethical questions that it was good to see debated ( and was not at all an excuse to show her tits and ass for prolonged spells on screen ! )

But just when all that was dying down, Roddy decided that the time was finally right to come out as the first openly gay footballer. 'Bimbo WAG dumped' crowed the Sun triumphantly, following up the next day with 'How much did she know ?' Of course this made no difference to Debbi in real terms and she remained supportive of her friend. It was a relief to be rid of that complication really. But she could have done without having to sit beside Roddy for a clutch of TV interviews where they were interrogated about their relationship. Once again, the calm and wise presence of Harry was invaluable.

And she still had to negotiate the final premiere of Ape Girl in London !

"I didn't realise how much my supposed relationship with Roddy was shielding me" complained Debbi. She was at home with Harry and Lesley prior to the London premiere of Ape Girl. They were discussing preparations. "Now it's known that I'm available, I keep getting pestered for dates" she explained. "That's one of the things I wanted a word with you about" said Harry.

"What do you mean ?"

"The studio want to know who's going to be your escort for the premiere."

"Oh, yeah. It's a pity Roddy can't do it, we're still mates after all. But he thinks the fuss'll be too great so soon after his coming out. So I just thought Lawrence could do it."

"The photographer guy ?"

"Yeah."

"Not a high enough profile"objected Harry. "In fact no kind of profile at all as far as the public's concerned."

"Well what do you suggest then ?" challenged Debbi. "I'm not having some himbo off a reality show, like that idiot that got me arrested in Abu Dhabi. I've already had a couple of those phone me. And a couple of Roddy's team mates but it's not fair on him if I come with another footballer."

"There's the boy band I represent, Stud Muffin ?" suggested Harry hopefully. Debbi rolled her eyes. "Oh pur-leese ! Can't you find me a bona fide rock star ? Anyway, what was the other thing you wanted ?" Harry looked sheepish. "The studio want you to have a wardrobe malfunction on the red carpet" he mumbled. "What ?" Debbi was now getting irritated. "Isn't there enough of my flesh in the movie for them ? And I gave them all those paparazzi shots in Cannes" she raged on. "That's real Bimbo WAG territory. I thought we were trying to get away from that ?"

"I can leave off the titty tape" offered Lesley. "Your nipples are bound to pop out then."

"Yeah, but they'll keep on popping out all night. I don't want to be forever stuffing them back inside the dress, that won't be very ladylike !"

"Hang on" said Lesley. "I've only got two days and it'll be a rush but I'll do it for my bestie."

"What ?"

"I've got this classy swatch of material, I'll make up a new gown. No plunging neckline, no side splits."

"Then what's the point of that ?" wondered Debbi. And Harry too for that matter.

"Well, it's great material but I won't put in any lining and if the light catches it in a certain way, it's totally transparent ! So you can be comfortable all evening as if you are decently dressed but at the same time be flashing the flesh !"

"Brilliant" said Debbi. "Would that satisfy them ?" she asked Harry. "Er, sounds like it, yes. I'm sure it won't take the paps long to notice" he agreed. "We can get Lawrence to take some photos anyway to make sure" said Debbi, now getting more enthusiastic about the idea. "You can wear some sexy knickers underneath, it won't matter if they show. And you never wear a bra anyway" laughed Lesley. "You're a star" said Debbi !

Life was getting complicated for Debbi in England. She was the same Debbi, she retained the ability to laugh at herself and she knew she was no kind of big star. But she was undergoing a Warhol-esque five minutes of fame in the showbiz gossip circles. It became difficult for her to continue to live in her little house. The final straw had been when she had been escorted to the London premiere of Ape Girl by Liam from the boy band Stud Muffin ( Lesley's see through gown had worked a treat and been a sensation on the red carpet ) Hordes of teenage girls, obsessed with Stud Muffin, had descended on Debbi's quiet street to hurl abuse for stealing their heart throb, even though it had only been a publicity stunt pulled by Harry.

So Harry arranged for Debbi to rent an expensive apartment in central London with secure access and 24 hour manned reception. Debbi wanted to retain her house as insurance for when the bubble burst and so Lesley came up with the good idea that Sally could rent it, since she wanted to move down south from Leeds to pursue more career opportunities and it would be a cheap option for her.

Debbi endured a further round of promotional interviews and chat show appearances, including a one to one confessional with the leading chat show host about the sudden and unexpected change in lifestyle she had undergone and the difficulties of coping with that. It was with some relief therefore, that Debbi greeted the news from Harry that they would be returning to LA for a few weeks where, despite Ape Girl doing OK at the box office, she would retain anonymity going about town.

"So what's the idea ? No more promotions ?" she asked. "No, Ape Girl's done with now as far as all that's concerned. It just plays out in the cinemas, goes to Blu-Ray, ends up on TV" said Harry. "The US cut for TV I presume ?" laughed Debbi. "I should imagine so" agreed Harry. "Which might boost Blu-Ray sales to get the unexpurgated version ! No, we're going to discuss the alien abduction script with the producers, they seem pretty keen" he continued. "And there's been some interest in doing a photo shoot from the top men's magazine" he added. "The top magazine ?" queried Debbi. "Yes, THE top magazine" Harry confirmed. "Ooh" said Debbi. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be airbrushed !"

"And then, once they've beamed you up into the spacecraft, there's a robot that takes all your clothes off and they start to perform medical experiments on you !" Debbi and Harry were in the plush offices of the producers in LA, discussing the script for the proposed movie.

She was enjoying her break away from the attentions of the British press. She had already made a second appearance on the Late Night chat show and it had gone much better. The host had apologised beforehand about the previous occasion, when she had been more or less ignored in favour of her more prestigious co-stars. This time there had been a chance for her personality to come through as she was quizzed about the Bimbo WAG phenomenon, which was all novel to an American audience. They also joked about on screen nudity and about her accent, since she shared the sofa with the renowned rap star DollaXL and both of them were struggling to understand what the other was saying ! They seemed to hit it off well enough though. Dolla said he had seen Ape Girl and thought it was dope, which Debbi took to mean that he liked it.

"So where are these aliens from ?" she asked the producers.

"The planet Zog."

"Which is where exactly ?"

"Oh, somewhere in the outer reaches of the Milky Way." They then discussed Debbi's speaking role, since in Ape Girl all she had been required to do was to grunt and gibber ! "You've seen my show reel from the soap ?" she asked. "Yes, very impressive" the producers lied. "But I'm no good at mimicking accents. I mean I can't pretend to be American, I can only be myself."

"We'll write it into the script that you're over here from England. There's only really dialogue in the opening establishing scenes anyway, plus a little at the end when you're rescued by Jared. In between, you communicate with the aliens through telepathy."

"And I'm in the nude all the time I'm on the spaceship ?"

"Pretty much. Is that a problem ?"

"No, no. Not at all."

"So what did you think ?" asked Harry, as they sat in the limo taking them back to the hotel. "I think it sounds as if it'll be the biggest turkey since Thanksgiving" said Debbi. "I can't disagree but it's really just an action movie vehicle for Jared Cooper and he's box office at the moment" Harry replied. He then launched into anecdotes about countless major stars who had been involved in terrible movies. "Anyway, we don't have to decide yet. These projects don't always come to fruition."

"So what else have I got scheduled ?"

"Well, Playmate are definitely interested, especially after the chat show the other night. Talking of which, DollaXL's people have been in touch and he wants you in the video for his next single."

"Wearing not very much I'm guessing ?" laughed Debbi. "A gold lame bikini was mentioned I think" said Harry !

"So, are you going to be in the magazine ?" Harry asked Debbi. They were having pre-dinner cocktails after Debbi had been for an interview at the famous magazine's mansion. "It seems so" Debbi replied. "They did explain that they have very high standards, so they asked me to take all my clothes off and the photographer took some test shots !"

"And they were satisfied ?"

"Almost but they want me to grow a little landing strip first. Fortunately, with my half Italian genes that won't take too long !"

Harry blushed. "Too much information Deb."

"Oh don't be so stuffy. You've seen all my bits."

"Anything else ?"

"Quite a bit actually. They said they like to conduct in depth interviews, because their readers buy the magazine more for the articles than for the pictures."

"Yeah, so I believe" said Harry sceptically.

"They'd done quite a bit of research. Had clippings about my Bimbo Waggery, knew about Roddy coming out. Knew I'd had a career in IT, even had my old water charity calendars which was good, 'cos I could ask them to give that some publicity."

"Do they have a concept for the shoot ?""

"They did consider a jungle scene to tie in with Ape Girl but apparently they'd done something similar with someone else not that long ago. So it looks like it'll just be around a pool or on a beach or something." Debbi paused and sipped her cocktail. "Any more news from DollaXL ?"

"Only a date. Next week, so I guess it won't clash with the magazine as you won't be ready yet."

"I hope the bikini's not too tiny. Wouldn't want my pubes sticking out" Debbi laughed. Harry blushed again as he noticed a couple of other guys at the bar look up with interest. "Next week ?" Debbi confirmed. "That's great, 'cos Sally's flying over for a break and she'd love to meet Dolla !"

The record company had secured the use of a stretch of Venice Beach for the morning's filming of the new DollaXL music video but time was of the essence. A harassed looking female assistant ushered Debbi into the presence of the rapper. "Yay, it's my favourite Ape Girl" said Dolla by way of greeting. "This is gonna be such a great video. Dolla and Debbi. Maybe I should make that a song ? And who's this fine piece of ass ?"

"Hi D" said Debbi, renewing their acquaintance from the late night talk show. "This fine piece of ass is my friend Sally who's come out from England for a few days to join me."

"I say, jolly old England eh, what ?"said Dolla in what he fondly assumed was an English accent. He kissed Sally's hand gallantly. "Can she dance ?" he asked Debbi. "Can she dance ? Sally's a professional, taught me all my moves !" Debbi replied. "Hell, she can be in the video too then. Laura, take Miss Sally away to get ready with the other girls" Dolla ordered his long suffering PA, who was used to the whims of the temperamental rap star but was wondering where on earth she could find another costume for Sally.

Sally wasn't normally star struck, having had occasion to meet a celeb or two in the past. But where DollaXL was concerned, she was definitely a fan. As opposed to Debbi who had never heard of him before the talk show appearance. Sally was whisked away to join the other four backing dancers in a communal dressing room, while Debbi was shown to her own star caravan with a make up artist.

Debbi was used to having her face made up professionally by now and was totally at ease. The dresser produced her costume. As Harry had foretold, it was a gold lame bikini. The top was brief but sensible enough and the skimpy bottoms were cut in the modern style that left most of her buttocks bare. It wasn't anything that she would not have been happy to wear on the beach. The make up artist quickly checked out her body for any blemishes but there was no need for any touching up of her flawless skin.

When called, Debbi wandered out of caravan and it was only then that it occurred to her that she had no idea what she was supposed to be doing in the video ! Would she be dancing ? As she emerged into the bright sunlight, she saw the five dancers coming from their dressing room. Her blonde friend did not look out of place among the other showgirls. Unlike Debbi, they were all topless, wearing just tiny sequinned thongs and a feather headdress. Like Debbi, they all wore matching heels. Debbi went over to Sally. "Do you mind being topless ?" she asked, concerned for her friend. "For the chance to be in a DollaXL video ? Are you kidding ?" replied Sally enthusiastically !

Debbi and Sally fell tumbling into the hotel room in a fit of giggles after returning from the DollaXL video shoot. "That was a hoot" said Debbi. " It was such a great track" enthused Sally. Debbi was less sure about this, all she could remember was having to lip sync to 'all the white bitches love DollaXL', which seemed to be the hook to the song. But the actual filming was indeed a hoot.

First she had been prancing around the rapper with the four topless dancers, which included Sally. And then they had driven up and down the waterfront in an open topped cabriolet, Sally and the other showgirls in the back while Dolla drove and Debbi was draped across the hood, pointing her bum at the camera and twerking !

At the end of the shoot, the director had approached Debbi. "I know that you're a star" he flattered her. "But would you consider being topless too for a fleeting second to end the video ? We'll only make it a micro second, it'll be blink and you'll miss it." Debbi readily agreed and so as she stood in a raised arm showgirl pose to end the song, DollaXL crept behind her to unclasp the bra of the bikini while Debbi assumed a shocked expression !

"I've got this magazine photo shoot tomorrow which will be a bit tedious for you I'm afraid" Debbi told Sally. "No worries" her bottle blonde friend answered. "One of Dolla's crew offered to show me round downtown."

"Cool" said Debbi. "Then we can hit the clubs tomorrow night 'cos I'm free the day after !"

[Debbifan]

Debbi the activist

Back in London, Lawrence, Sally, Debbi and Lesley were naked in bed together. It had been some time since such a meeting had been convened but this was a crisis. At least it was in Debbi's eyes. "So what's the gripe ?" Lawrence began. "This" said Debbi angrily, throwing a copy of the famous men's magazine carrying her photo feature onto the bed. "What ? The Nudest Ape Girl ?" Lawrence laughed. "They're very complimentary about your performance in the movie."

"It's not that. It's the photos" said Debbi. "What ? Don't tell me you've gone all shy all of a sudden ?" Lawrence was still finding Debbi's anger amusing. "Of course not" she replied. "But look at them. I'm photo shopped to fuck ! Nobody looks like that. I might as well be wearing a bodysuit for all the resemblance it has to a real naked body."

"But that's the house style" argued Lawrence. He knew Debbi was angry because she did not normally swear gratuitously. "I know it is but it's crap" fumed Debbi. "OK, so what do you want me to do ?" asked Lawrence. Sally and Lesley were mute, watching to see how this would play out. "I want you to shoot me in the same poses with your best HD camera and not the slightest hint of any retouching."

"Well, that's no hardship. But to what end ?" answered Lawrence. "So that ordinary girls aren't intimidated into thinking they have to look like that to satisfy some bloke's fantasy" Debbi explained. "We'll put them up online somewhere and I've got the ladies from This Morning interested in having me on the show to discuss it" she added. "Quite the activist" chuckled Lawrence. "I'm serious. It's important" Debbi insisted.

"OK, fair enough." Lawrence also got serious. "But why don't we expand it and do it properly ? I can shoot Les and Sal in the same poses too, so we have a variety of body types !"

"Great !" cried Debbi. "Eh ?" said Lesley, waking up alarmed !

"I'm in" laughed Sally. "No way" Lesley objected.

"Oh come on Les" urged Debbi. "You've got lovely big tits. Show the world what you've been hiding all this time under those dungarees and that punk haircut. It'll be a great statement in favour of a positive body image !"

The quartet began to study the poses from Debbi's magazine feature more closely. "So you want me to replicate these poses exactly ?" Lawrence queried. "Yeah but in HD" Debbi confirmed. Sally blanched at a couple of the poses but remained on board. One showed Debbi with legs parted and another from the rear where she was kneeling with her bum in the air. Sally could only imagine how these would look with no air brushing ! "Those shots around the pool though ? I'm not sure I can find a location" Lawrence pondered. "I've got that sorted" Debbi replied. "Roddy's agreed to let us use his mansion."

"I'm sorry but I can't do it" said Lesley, who was still reluctant. "Oh come on Les. You're beautiful" Debbi urged her friend. "Look" interrupted Lawrence. "I'll shoot Deb and Sal in the magazine poses but for you , we'll do three static posture shots. Front, side and rear. It'll be confident and assertive but nothing sexual ?" Lesley thought long and hard and then said "OK, fine. I can do that." Debbi and Sally both cheered and planted a kiss on her cheeks !

"There is something else I've thought of" said Lawrence. The three women looked at him expectantly. "You all know what social media's like these days. We want to make an impact but there are always trolls who'll seize on anything to make a fuss. So we need a black girl to show diversity." Debbi saw the logic in this. "I'll ask Taneesha" she announced. "Taneesha ?" asked Lesley. "From the soap. She plays Nadia in Down On The Farm" Debbi explained. "I don't think she's ever done any nudes ?" Lawrence was doubtful. "No. But that'll give it even more impact. We can go on This Morning and say how brave she's been." In Debbi's mind, it was already decided. "I'll be being brave too" Lesley pointed out. "I know Sugar Plum" Debbi agreed, giving her another peck on the cheek.

"So Taneesha'll do posture shots like Les ?" wondered Sally. "Absolutely" said Debbi. "I'm sure she'll say yes !"

In the end, there were six of them. Debbi worked her magic on Taneesha. The black girl's agent wasn't sure that having nudes taken would be a good career move but Taneesha emphasised that it was a political statement and nothing sexual. The possibility of a spot on This Morning talking about it swung the deal !

Lesley remembered Sarah, who she had met through an entrepreneurs group. Sarah was a female explorer and documentary film maker of Indian descent, who often espoused radical causes. She was happy to take part. Lawrence completed the puzzle by introducing Debbi to Suki, a budding classical pianist of Chinese ethnicity whose portfolio he had shot for her web site. Debbi took a crash course in Chopin and used her charm to push the project and say what a refreshing take it would be on classical music, to prove to young people that it was not at all stuffy !

So all bases seemed to be covered. There was a brunette and a blonde white Caucasian girl. OK, strictly speaking Sally was a bottle blonde but like all the other girls she was shaven and so it wouldn't matter. Lesley represented the LGBTQ community and now they had a black, Indian and Chinese girl. "Pity we couldn't find a redhead" commented Lawrence. "I think we've done brilliantly actually" said a satisfied Debbi. "So it's all set for Roddy's place on Friday ?" she asked. Lawrence confirmed that it was. "Weather looks OK for the shots with you and Sally around the pool in the morning. Then the others arrive in the afternoon and you two can join them for the posture shots !"

"I know we want it to look absolutely realistic but I don't think people need to see goose pimples" laughed Debbi, as she and Sally stood huddled around the outside heater. The weather had turned somewhat inclement for the poolside shots ! They managed well enough in the end, Sally overcoming her inhibitions regarding the more risqué poses with encouragement from Debbi. They both slipped into their robes and made their way inside to wait for the others, cradling mugs of hot coffee.

The rest of them arrived together in a limo that Roddy had paid for. The footballer was training and wasn't there but he had been supportive of Debbi's initiative. There was a buzz of conversation as they encountered 'The Three Debbis', where they stood in the impressive entrance hall. "And you sculpted this Les ?" asked the Indian girl, Sarah. "I'm well impressed" she added. "It's not my usual style but I can adapt for a good enough commission" Lesley informed them. "And of course, I had a great model !" she laughed. "But I thought Roddy was gay ?" Taneesha wondered. "That's a very long story" said Debbi.

Lawrence normally worked alone but because of the complexity of today's shoot, he had brought along a lighting assistant who was busy setting up in Roddy's spacious dining room, where they were to take the posture shots. "Do you want to wait for the underwear marks to fade from our skin ?" asked Lesley, who had been around shoots with Debbi before. "Normally I would but no need today" answered Lawrence. "We want everything to be natural and marks might even help towards that."

Debbi and Sally slipped off their robes in the warmth of the house and three of the other girls also began to undress. Lesley had the biggest tits of anyone there, as Debbi and Sally knew from their regular bed meet ups. It was always a contrast with her spiky purple hair atop the shaved sides. She wasn't overweight but would be what might best be described as big boned.

The only word to describe Sarah was regal. Her poise and brown skin made her look like a Hindu goddess. Her tits were larger than both Debbi and Sally but did not have the slight sag that Lesley's had.

Taneesha had told Debbi that she had been a sprinter in her youth and could have made the nationals if she hadn't switched to acting. She retained the powerful buttocks of an athlete !

Debbi noticed that Suki was hanging back. "What's up Sooks ?" she asked maternally of the youngest one there. The Chinese girl was a little embarrassed at the thought of getting naked in front of Lawrence, who had only previously taken her portrait and photographed her at the piano in her formal concert wear. But more than that, she was intimidated by the other five now naked women. "You're all so beautiful. I'm tiny. I haven't got any tits" she explained. It was apparent even while she was clothed that Suki's figure would be termed boyish !

"Sooks, Sooks, Sooks" Debbi put her arm around her. "You're beautiful too. Look, my tits aren't huge." Debbi shook her perky little numbers at the younger girl. "They're bigger than mine" Suki sighed. "Girls" Debbi called to the others. "Group hug. Sooks thinks she's not good enough !" The five women crowded around in solidarity chanting "Suki, Suki, Suki !" The Chinese girl began laughing.

Once she was undressed, it was undeniable that she was more or less flat chested. "But look at these nipples, they're spectacular" Sarah complimented her. Suki's nipples did indeed protrude in the most pointed way ! Plus, she possessed a neat little pussy and her bum was not entirely flat.

The girls all got their chance to say a few words on This Morning but as expected, it was Debbi who dominated the conversation with the all female panel. The panel all knew Debbi well by now and were fully supportive of the project. All went well until they decided to open the phone lines to the public. Shirley from Dagenham came on the line. "This is all a big con. You talk about having respect for all body types but look at you. You're all beautiful. Why didn't you get anyone fat and ugly to pose ?" They had thought of covering several bases with different ethnic types but it was inevitable that someone would find reason to complain.

There was an awkward silence and then Debbi took up the gauntlet. "Now you're asking me to be judgemental aren't you ? What do you expect me to do ? Go up to someone in the street and say, we're looking for fat and ugly models for a photoshoot and thought you'd be ideal ? We want everyone to respect and be comfortable with their body but we want people to have healthy bodies. There's no good being anorexic or obese. Just don't worry about every blemish or hint of cellulite !"

The next caller came on. Harriet from Cheltenham. "God made us all to have body hair. Why are you women all shaven in your photographs. This is pandering to male fantasy and the pornography industry." Again it was left to Debbi to respond. "In normal life, nobody is any the wiser about whether a person is shaved or 'au naturel' We just happened to choose to go public and didn't give that aspect much thought. It's a fashion choice like a hairstyle or a frock. We're not fanatics, we just want to promote a healthy outlook." Lesley cut in. "OK girls, why don't we all grow our pubes for six weeks and then have another group photo taken full frontal ?"

There was general approval, apart from Sally. "Oh come on Sal, who cares if the drapes don't match the carpet ? You're not the only bottle blonde in the world !" urged Debbi. There was general laughter and a blushing Sally agreed to also partake. "We'll have you all back on the show in a couple of months" said the hostess. "But now, in a first for This Morning, Suki is going to play us out with a beautiful Chopin nocturne !"

"Everyone who's seen Ape Girl knows what mine look like anyway" said Debbi, who had grown her pubes not that long ago for the part of the wild girl in the movie. The women were all giggling and laughing as they inspected the results of six weeks growth. Lesley had elicited the most mirth, since she had dyed her new thatch purple to match the hair in her head ! So Sally was the only one with an obvious discrepancy between her blonde locks and the tell tale black pubes. "I was praying that somehow they'd grow back blonde but no such luck" she wailed, as the others laughed.

Suki was displaying the blackest of black in a vivid and sharply defined triangle that was accentuated by her slight frame. The wild and luxuriant garden that Sarah had grown was strangely at odds with her regal persona and she was the one who was most looking forward to being shaven once again. All the other girls were fascinated by the tight black curls of Taneesha.

"OK ladies, let's get you all lined up" instructed Lawrence. He was going to take full length frontal nudes of each woman once more and then high definition close ups of the results of their six weeks work. It was a hard job but somebody had to do it !

[Debbifan]

Debbi in lockdown

Debbi was bored. She had not given much thought to living alone. At this stage of her life it had not seemed such a big deal. She was fortunate to be able to afford such a nice comfortable house, albeit a modest one. And under normal circumstances she did not spend a lot of time there anyway, what with work and socialising. But these were far from normal circumstances. This bloody virus ! Lock down...self isolation...social distancing...work from home.

She was bored. There had been conference calls for a couple of days to start with but then work tailed off anyway as all economic activity ground to a halt. She was only allowed trips to the supermarket and for a run around the block once a day. She was slightly ashamed at how ill equipped she was to cope with only having herself for company. She signed up to a streaming service but after one binge session with the box sets, the novelty of that wore off. Maybe she should learn how to read books other than technical manuals ? She certainly needed to wean herself off of clicking on too much news coverage that was unremittingly grim. Perhaps she ought to take up a home exercise regime ?

Diane was bored. She missed being able to feed off the flattery of her peers. She missed being able to toy with her prey Debbi. She wondered what that silly cow was doing to fill her time in this modified universe. Then she remembered the bug on Debbi's laptop. A project to pass her time suddenly presented itself ! She was sure she could manage to activate that again. She was pretty sure that Debbi would not have changed her habit of leaving the laptop open all the time. Maybe she could catch something embarrassing to share with her mailing list ?

Debbi was still bored. There were routine cleaning chores to do but that was boring in itself. Her laundry consisted of only t-shirts and knickers, which was all she was ever wearing these days. She'd never really been into jogging but did go out for her one allowed walk to get some fresh air, stringently adhering to social distancing of course ! But she needed some regular exercise she realised, now that the gym was shut and out of the question. She reached for her laptop. Maybe she could find something online; some workout routine or yoga maybe ?

Diane had been able to relieve her boredom to some extent by working on her hack to reactivate the bug on Debbi's laptop. It had been originally setup by her tame IT guru and she felt a sense of achievement when on her own, she managed to conjure up a picture of what she assumed was Debbi's living room. This was confirmed when Debbi passed through the shot munching on an apple. What a slob, Diane thought, as she observed Debbi lounging in her t-shirt and knickers. Even in self isolation, Diane was insisting on wearing make up and respectable clothing.

Diane was gradually disappointed when the realisation dawned that it might be a long wait before there was anything interesting from Debbi's feed. Watching her adversary mooch about began to get like watching paint dry. She distracted herself by setting up a dummy email account and selecting who would be safe to choose as a mailing list for the link into Debbi's world. She chose selectively from those in the company and various customers, a predominantly male and a predominantly youthful list which she thought would enter into the spirit of the venture. She sent her message : 'Interesting and fun link ! Feel free to share. Let's go viral ! ( oops, sorry folks, bad taste remark under the present circs ! )

Diane went on with her day, when suddenly her notifications from the email account began to go crazy ; 'OMG, amazing !'. 'That's incredible, is there any way to record this thing ?', 'Fantastic, ha, ha , ha, what a laugh!'

Diane quickly clicked on the link herself to see what was causing the fuss !

Diane was happy that there was a large and positive reaction to whatever Debbi was doing but when she clicked on the link into Debbi's cam herself, she could not help feeling disappointed at the relatively tame sight that greeted her. There was Debbi in her t-shirt and knickers, prancing around to some workout video. During the more vigorous parts of the routine, the t-shirt would occasionally ride up, revealing her knickers completely. But, brief as they were, the knickers Debbi was wearing today were of a plain yellow cotton and not exactly at the cutting edge of sexiness.

Nevertheless it was a start, Diane conceded. How could she be a catalyst for something more spectacular, now that she knew there was a budding audience out there ? She began to trawl the net. Bingo ! This would be just perfect ! Delighted with her find, Diane now pondered how she could persuade Debbi to partake. She knew that Debbi would never respond to any message from her. But her devious mind soon overcame that hurdle.

The workout she had found on her laptop had invigorated Debbi. I'll have to make that a daily routine, she thought. But now she was bored and at a loose end again. Bloody lock down ! The laptop chirruped, announcing the arrival of an email. It seemed to be a round robin circular to all the women in the office from that intern Aditty. 'Hey girls, hope you're all well and doing OK. Just imagine doing this in the privacy of your own home !!! *face covering emoticon*' There was a link underneath.

Debbi began giggling as she viewed the link Aditty had sent. It was of a lithe blonde American woman demonstrating yoga in the nude ! How had Aditty found that ? But then Debbi realised how boring lock down was and thought of the obscure sites she herself had landed on. She didn't know that the apparently round robin email had in fact only been sent to her, at the instigation not of Aditty but of Diane. The Asian intern had been only too happy to go along with it.

Debbi giggled to herself again. Well, she was in the privacy of her own home as the message had suggested. Maybe it would be a laugh to try ? She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt !

Having quickly divested herself of her t-shirt and plain knickers, anyone viewing the feed from Debbi's laptop was treated to a close up of her tits and pussy as she bent forward to rewind the naked yoga demonstration to the start. They were then rewarded with a glimpse of her bouncing rear as she realised she needed to go and get a mat on which she could try out the routines.

Watching the naked Debbi getting things set up was entertaining enough in itself but then she set the clip to 'play' and began to attempt the exercises being demonstrated. Diane was watching with a mixture of gratification and frustration. She was gratified that Debbi had taken the bait but frustrated by the limited camera angle afforded by the laptop. She could only imagine the views that would be presented to any camera more strategically placed !

Of course, Diane was not interested in seeing explicit views of a naked Debbi in any sexual sense. Her motivation was purely to humiliate and expose to ridicule. But she knew that her prospective audience would appreciate shots from multiple cameras. Oh well, beggars could not be choosers. And as the routine progressed, Debbi began to inadvertently offer tantalising glimpses between her legs as she shifted positions for the next exercise and tried her best to assume the required pose. The lateral leg lifts were fun and Diane was especially amused by the backwards leaning crab ! She wondered how much attention this feed was getting and how many viewers there were but that was not a facility that was available from the bug she had planted on Debbi's laptop.

Whatever, it was brightening up lock down and she felt sure that Debbi might maintain this routine since she seemed to be getting into it ! Maybe another email to alert her mailing list was in order ?

Diane's problem was that, while the bug sometimes provided priceless footage from inside Debbi's house, there were too many long, long spells when nothing much was happening at all and even in lock down, she doubted that people had the time to invest in continually watching just in case something special might occur. Whatever, it had still been a worthwhile exercise and she was sure some people had enjoyed some fun at Debbi's expense, which was her prime motivation.

Diane had overlooked the know how and ingenuity of the kind of nerds they worked with however. She opened her email a few days later to find an invite to 'Join Debbi In Lock Down !" Clicking on the link, she found a very professional site dedicated to Debbi's lock down antics. The live feed was in one window that could be brought up, alongside Debbi's professional company profile. But the main attraction and improvement here was that recordings were available to watch on demand of the naked yoga workouts, with screen caps that could be clicked on and saved of the most revealing moments, including the inadvertent ones. To Diane's delight, she discovered that the bored Debbi had now taken to also performing her workout routine in the nude !

Diane did not know who had put the site together, though she had some candidates in mind. She did not much care anyway, since whoever it was had done such a great job. She continued to explore. There were view counters....55,672 ! A discussion forum had been set up. Diane wondered whether to join, anonymously of course. Some of the comments seemed to come from people who obviously knew Debbi, though they were disguising their own identity. But some messages were in Cyrillic, Arabic or Chino Japanese characters. She was going worldwide ! There were requests for specific activities or camera shots but the moderator explained that Debbi was clueless about what was going on and so such requests could not be entertained. He ( Diane presumed it was a 'he' ) promised to continue to provide the best content he could from the raw material available.

Diane sat back contentedly. How many views now....56,007, they go up all the time ! She wondered if there was anything further she could do to tempt Debbi into more revealing activity ?

Diane pressed send on the anonymous email. She was pretty confident that Debbi would take the bait but it was OK either way. She was just amusing herself while she had all this time on her hands and she was already pleased with how her plan had gone and with the emergence of the mysterious 'Join Debbi In Lock Down' site. She'd check that in the morning to see if her prompt had born fruit.

Debbi was not surprised to see the email pop up in her inbox from the Power Sisterhood - Women in Management - Smash the Glass Ceiling. After all, she was an up and coming female exec in a booming industry ( well, it was booming before this wretched virus and she remained confident that it would do again eventually ) She had been selected to take part in a survey about how dynamic working women were coping with the pressures of lock down, with particular emphasis on the young single woman.

She eagerly began to take the survey. It wanted to know how she was filling her time. Since they did not seem to include the option slobbing around in t-shirt and knickers watching box sets, she ticked honing her work skills, learning handicrafts and keeping abreast with the latest government advice and strategies. At least she did not have to lie about having an exercise regime now that she had taken up the workouts and naked yoga ! And she could be truthful about her diet since she still ate sensibly. Though she did play down her current level of alcohol consumption.

Debbi came to the last part of the survey which was marked optional but which concerned her sex life while in self isolation. The survey understood that sexual frustration must be building up and that there was nothing to be ashamed about for a healthy single woman to have masturbatory fantasies when there were no other outlets available. Tell me about it, thought Debbi ! The survey wanted to know if the recipients of the email would be prepared to send their reactions to a specially composed music and video track that had been commissioned to stimulate the same pleasure centres that would be activated during masturbation and so powerfully enhance the experience.

The instruction was to place the screen where it could be seen and to masturbate in front of it, to orgasm if possible, and to truthfully record their reactions. As a further stimulus, the survey suggested the participant imagine being viewed by thousands of unseen eyes at the other end of a live feed ! Debbi giggled and quickly checked her webcam was turned off. This could be fun she thought, as she shucked off her t-shirt and knickers and climbed onto the bed !

Debbi hadn't realised that she was so horny. Apart from the fact that lock down had totally curtailed any chance of a random fling, she had been so caught up in her work prior to the arrival of the virus that it was ages since she had got relief. But she was glad the compilers of the survey knew that successful career women had other needs too and had gone to the trouble of commissioning this wonderful music and video track that fully played into her bio rhythms and added so much to her enjoyment ( amazing what the power of suggestion and the placebo effect could do ! )

She had the laptop propped up on her dressing table in front of the bed and kept glancing every now and again and giggled to imagine what it would be like if thousands of people were watching her, as the survey had suggested for a fantasy. It drove her on to new heights of experimentation and depravity ! She quickly realised this was going to become part of her daily routine, along with the workout and naked yoga.

Diane woke the next morning wondering if her bogus survey had had any effect. Logging onto 'Join Debbi In Lock Down', she checked the number of views. 165,207, goodness, something had driven the numbers up exponentially overnight. She looked at what was on offer on replay and screen captures. She doubled up with laughter. Of course, she had no interest in watching Debbi's masturbatory antics as such. But she was delighted that they were out there and making her look so foolish !

The quality of the camera work was if anything even clearer in the bedroom than it had been in Debbi's living room. There she was, as clear as day, legs splayed open and frantically rubbing her clit. She turned her back on the camera at one point, thrusting her bum forward and reaching her fingers between her legs and inserting two of them inside her ! Now the world had seen her asshole too, Diane was gratified to discover. When she had thought the show was over, as Debbi momentarily disappeared from shot, she found that it had only been to go to her bedside cabinet and extract her shiny metallic dildo, which provided yet further explicit entertainment !

Diane eagerly headed to the discussion forum on the site to see what people were saying. There was further evidence that people who might know Debbi had stumbled onto the site, as well as the punters from around the world. One warned the mystery site administrator that someone had uploaded Debbi clips to a centralised porn hub but admin was not concerned since he ( Diane presumed it was a he ) was not monetising the site and so he was happy for anything from it to be reposted wherever it was thought applicable ! Diane was more than pleased with how her amusing little project was expanding.

Debbi was proving to be a creature of habit. Her daily lock down routine followed a regular pattern so it was easy for her fans to follow her antics live if they so wished, though replay was always available too. Diane sat down to celebrate quietly with a glass of wine when the number of views on 'Join Debbi In Lock Down' hit a quarter of a million ! And that was without considering the other sites on which her clips were now circulating.

But lock down was changing subtly. There was talk of tentatively restarting some work activities. Jeff had tasked both Diane and Debbi to prepare for this. Diane was to source supplies of hand cleanser and face masks. No easy matter. While Debbi was to prepare a rota so that half the personnel would work on one day and the other half on the next, thus facilitating adequate social distancing. This wasn't just a case of eeny, meeny, miny, mo. She had to consider that each job function was adequately covered on either shift.

Reluctantly, Diane thought it best to disable the bug on Debbi's laptop again, just in case it should somehow come to light in a work environment. There were predictable howls of protest on the web site forum but they had plenty of archive material to keep them going. It was a surprise therefore, when an anonymous email popped up for Diane titled 'Debbi In Lock Down ?' She opened the message.

'So, I see you've taken down the link to Debbi's laptop. What are you going to do about it ?' Diane was disconcerted. Her tracks were well covered, she thought. Was someone just trying it on ? She decided to simply ignore it. Later that day, another message appeared. 'I'm still waiting for an answer.' This time, Diane sent off a response. 'I don't know what you're talking about.' Her unknown correspondent was quick to counter that. 'Oh I think you do. I think you know very well that that you inserted a bug onto Debbi's laptop that would keep her webcam broadcasting when she thought it was switched off. To humiliate her in front of the board and the Koreans. And then you activated it again during lock down.'

Diane tried stonewalling once more but to no avail. Whoever this was knew too much and seemed to have some kind of audit trail. 'I think you realise well enough that such misconduct would be subject to instant dismissal' the next follow up message continued. 'What do you want ?' Diane finally half admitted. 'Well, there are lots of unhappy punters now that Debbi in Lock Down's gone dark.' Diane quickly replied 'I can reactivate it' and then cursed that she had incriminated herself. 'I've got a better idea. How about you take her place ?'

Diane tried desperately to wriggle out of her dilemma but her anonymous tormentor kept producing more damning evidence, as well as reminding Diane of her own self incriminatory reply. The clincher was when the blackmailer mentioned the possibility of criminal proceedings as well as dismissal from the company. 'OK, what do you want ?' Diane finally replied.

'I'm going easy on you' was the response. 'set up your webcam and log on to the link I'll send you. Nothing special, just that naked yoga routine for twenty minutes or so. But since, unlike Debbi, you'll know exactly what you're doing, I want you to make sure that you position so that everyone gets a good look at your fanny !' Diane was mortified but for once, could not think of a way out.

The day after she had completed the degrading task, Diane received another message from the untraceable account. 'Good girl. I said I'd go easy on you and I'm not someone to break my word. So that's all from me. But you might like to click on this ?' Diane really did not want to click on the link provided but in the end, the need to know was too great.

The familiar background to 'Join Debbi In Lock Down' appeared on the screen ( viewing count now 301,257 ) but now there was a new side panel, 'Diane's Lock Down Bonus' ( viewing count 542 ) Diane clicked and could only watch in horrified fascination as her naked body was portrayed in graphic detail ! She had not realised how embarrassed and ashamed she looked, nor how red it was possible for her face to get. She could not help wondering about any remarks on the forum.

'This new one looks like she knows she being watched, not like the first one', 'Yeah and it looks like she's not enjoying it much either !' There were further demeaning remarks about her body but then came a few messages confirming her main fear that she had been recognised. 'OMG !!! I expected it from Dopey Debbi but who'd ever have thought Diane would be here too ? This is priceless !' The worst thing was that Diane would never know exactly who had seen her performance once they restarted at the company.

Meanwhile, enjoying the last few days of lock down in her family home, Carol sat back contentedly sipping her wine. Didn't know how tech savvy I'd become did you, she thought, as she watched Diane's performance one more time ? OK, now she was in this new alliance, she was a little sorry for having added one more to the long list of Debbi's exposures. But it was Diane who had reactivated the bug in the first place. It was all worth it to finally get a measure of revenge against her seemingly invincible adversary !

[Debbifan]

Debbi and Carol's calendar

"What shall we do for Christmas ?" asked Carol. They were sitting in her kitchen sipping coffee. They worked there as often as they did in the small office that Debbi had rented for their IT consultancy business and which they used primarily for meetings with clients. "The copper's going to take me home to meet his parents" replied Debbi. 'The copper' was how she referred to her new boyfriend James, the police inspector. "I wasn't talking about that. I meant us as a company. What are we doing ?" Carol corrected her. "I don't know what you mean ?" said Debbi.

Their consultancy had now evolved into a partnership. Debbi handled all the technical issues while Carol was responsible for promotional activities and admin. "Look" Carol continued. "We've only been going for three months. We've some clients but they're a bit precarious, kind of trying us out. And we could do with some more."

"Well, yeah, but so ?"

"So, Christmas is an ideal time to remind people that we're here. Have a promotional drive."

"I'm not getting my kit off" said Debbi. It was a reflexive response, remembering Secret Santa nightmares and other indignities at the company. Carol laughed. "What made you think it would involve that ?" she chuckled.

"It's not a bad idea though mum" remarked her daughter Charlotte who had come into the kitchen to make herself some toast. "Debbi always looks great with her kit off. You should make one of those calendars" she added. "That's a bit old hat these days isn't it ?" Carol was dubious. "It was" Charlotte agreed. "But now it has a kind of retro chic and is making a comeback if it's done in the right way. It's one of the projects we were talking about in our photography classes." Charlotte was studying art at the local technical college.

"I can certainly see it being a hit with our Japanese clients and with some of the local firms we have on board like the car repair chain" Carol agreed. "But some of our more staid targets like the law firms and accountancies might not go for it. They have quite a few women execs now" she worried. "Oh, I'm sure you could spin it that it's all about the empowerment of a liberated young woman with a healthy body image" Charlotte countered. Her mother could begin to see the possibilities.

"Don't I get a say in this ?" Debbi interrupted. "Of course. But it's not as if you've never taken your clothes off before is it " said Carol. "It'd all be in the best possible taste and for once we'd be benefitting from it." Debbi thought about it and then smiled to herself remembering the naked cross country trek that she and Carol had been subjected to. "OK" she smirked. "I'll do it if you will !"

"Nobody wants to see my old body, we're trying to get and retain clients not put them off" Carol protested. "Oh don't do yourself down mum, you'll corner the MILF market" her daughter Charlotte responded. "Charlotte !" her mother admonished her. "Well you will" said her daughter, undeterred. "Dad'll be proud showing all his mates down the pub." Debbi was laughing. "It'll all be done in the best possible taste you said" she teased. "That's right, you won't be showing all your bits" Charlotte confirmed. "And we won't have to use anything we don't like" added Debbi.

Carol wavered. After all, it had been her idea to do a promotional thing at this time of year. "OK, I'll just be in the December photo" she offered. " And June" insisted Debbi. "And January" laughed Charlotte. "OK already" Carol cried.

"I can take the photos as part of my course, save you money on a photographer" suggested Charlotte. "I'm not having my own daughter take photos of me without any clothes" Carol objected. She knew Charlotte was showing talent in that direction but it seemed too strange. "Oh mum" Charlotte laughed. "Don't be such a prude. OK, well why not have Ravi take them ? He's probably better than me anyway if truth be told." Ravi was Charlotte's boyfriend at the art school. "I can't be nude in front of your boyfriend" Carol continued to object. "Don't be daft mum. He's almost part of the family anyway" Charlotte shrugged off the objections.

Debbi was laughing but then was beginning to realise, in amongst all the teasing of Carol, that she would be getting naked too and that eventually there would be a wide circulation of the finished article to her various business associates. "Are we sure this is going to be appropriate with out clientele ?" she asked. But now it was Charlotte running with the idea ahead of the two older women. "Absolutely" she replied confidently. "It was mentioned as part of our business module as something that was coming right back into vogue. You'll be right on trend, which is just what your operation needs to be !"

The calendar idea began to take on a life of its' own as Charlotte ran with the idea, leaving Debbi and Carol with little chance for second thoughts about backing out. In her admin capacity, Carol had confirmed with their regular printers that they could handle the order but the other arrangements were in the hands of her daughter, who was pestering Debbi with frequent phone calls. "Where are we going to take the photos ?" Charlotte asked. "Er, um" Debbi dithered. "Well, the concept we have is that they should be taken in your office, showing the normal working environment that clients will be used to and how you are all busy and professional even with no clothes on !" Charlotte interjected. "Er, yes, well, OK, fine" agreed Debbi.

"Have you thought about props and poses ?" Charlotte continued. Debbi hadn't thought at all ! "No matter, Ravi's very professional. We know how much or how little we can show. He'll direct the shoot !"

"Er, right, fine" said Debbi dubiously. "Tell mum to put us in the diary for next Wednesday, we'll need at least a two hour slot !"

That following Wednesday, Debbi was just winding up a meeting with the manager of the car repair chain she hoped to extend their contract with, when there was a commotion at the door. "It's Charlotte and Ravi" Carol explained, though that didn't explain the amount of noise. "Sorry about that Roy, we're going to shoot a calendar to give to our clients for the new year" continued Debbi as the client stood. The manager's interest was piqued. "Will it be one of 'those' calendars Deb ?" he asked with a leer. "That's for us to know and you to find out" flirted Debbi, realising that if they were going to pursue this idea, she had better get used to the idea and make the most of the promotional possibilities.

As Roy left, he had to squeeze past a blockage at the door caused by lighting equipment and camera accessories. Charlotte and Ravi were accompanied by three others; Charlotte's friend Hannah and two youths Carol did not know. "I didn't know you were coming, I thought it was just Ravi. And what are these doing here ?" she asked her daughter. "We're all on the course and it's a great opportunity for us to get experience. And think of the money we're saving you on paying out for a professional" Charlotte replied. "But what are they doing ?" Carol continued to probe as the three newcomers began moving the equipment into the office, which seemed to shrink in dimensions as the crowd grew. "They're going to film a 'making of' video" said Charlotte casually.

The five students busied themselves erecting the lighting stands while Debbi and Carol stood to one side looking at each other. They had persuaded themselves that the calendar was a fun idea and would be good for business but they had pictured themselves in a spacious studio with a professional photographer. It suddenly seemed most incongruous to be thinking about stripping off in their own office in front of a group of college students, including Carol's own daughter ! But neither of them wanted to appear a prude or in any way unreasonable.

"You two had better start getting undressed mum" Charlotte reminded them, as she pinned up a modesty sheet to cover the picture window that looked out into the corridor of the shared offices. Carol picked up her bag and headed for the door. "Where are you going ?" asked Debbi. ""To get changed in the loo" answered Carol, referring to the shared facilities further down the corridor. "But you can't walk back in the nude ? " said Debbi anxiously. "I've got a robe in my bag, didn't you bring one ?" replied Carol. Debbi hadn't thought to do so. "Well, you'd better just strip off here then" laughed Carol.

Debbi hesitated. She was glad that Charlotte had thought to cover the window to the corridor. She glanced out of the window that overlooked the car park but figured that as they were on the first floor, they would not be visible. And it was not a busy area in any case. The only solution was to be as matter of fact about it as possible. She slipped out of her jacket and blouse. The problem now was where to leave her clothes ? Ravi said they might need the chairs for some of the poses. She pulled open her desk drawer and began to shove the clothes inside. Her skirt quickly followed, along with her tights. Ravi told her to leave her heels on, they would look good in the photos.

Debbi stood there awkwardly in her matching set of white lace bra and knickers. "It is a naked calendar you know Debbi" Charlotte teased her. "Yeah, but you're not ready to start yet" Debbi argued. "I know but the marks on your skin from the underwear need to fade" Charlotte responded. "That's OK, they can look sexy. Make it seem as if she's just this minute stripped off in her own office" said Ravi. "Which she has "" laughed Charlotte. Hannah and the other two had their video rolling all the time. It would be an excellent college assignment to edit all the raw footage into something presentable.

Carol returned with her robe wrapped tightly around herself. "I'm only in a couple of the photos remember" she reminded her daughter and everyone else. "Three of them" Charlotte corrected her mother.

"OK, I think we're all set to start" announced Ravi, having taken a few light settings for his camera. "Right Deb, off with the undies" said Charlotte breezily.

Debbi's bra and knickers quickly joined her other clothes in the drawer of her desk. She could hardly claim any longer that it was a novelty to be naked in front of others, so she decided to go with the flow and treat it as a bit of fun. She just hoped that Ravi would do a good job and that the resultant calendar would prove to be a major promotional tool for building up their fledgling consultancy.

For the first shot, Ravi had cleared a space on Debbi's desk and he asked her to lie full length on her front on top of it. "Bend your knees Debbi and prop yourself up on your elbows" he instructed. He knew that the conventions of such calendars allowed for bare bums but not nipples and definitely no pubic hair or pussy. He had noticed that Debbi was shaved, so at least that would not be a problem ! Side boob was OK too and Debbi was showing that in this pose but unfortunately some nipple too. "Move your elbow back a little" said Ravi, in order to cover the offending protuberance. "Perfect. Just turn your head toward the camera now and give a big smile !"

The next pose had Debbi seated at her office chair, supposedly engrossed in typing important data into her laptop. "Cross your left leg over your right, let's see a lovely long sweep of thigh. Move your elbow forward a little this time !"

Debbi was a bit dubious about the next suggestion, which was that she should perch on the photocopier, holding a folder in her lap that would just suffice to cover her nips. "What if I break it ?" she objected. "I bought an industrial one cheap on E-Auction" Carol told her. "It'll stand up to much worse than your ass !" Debbi poked her tongue out at her assistant turned partner and hopped up. The copier gave a creak of protest but survived intact. Before Ravi could hand her the folder to complete the pose, Carol mischievously pressed the button on the copier. The light flashed and multiple copies of Debbi's quim began to pour from the machine. "Carol !" yelled the outraged Debbi as everyone joined in laughing. "This is going on the noticeboard" insisted Carol, picking one up off of the floor. "No way" cried Debbi.

The official photo of her perched on the copier was finally taken. Charlotte picked up another of the copies from the floor and waved it at her mother. "Since you've been so mean, I think it's about time we had one of you mum" she asserted. "Yeah, too right" agreed Debbi. "I did have an idea for the pair of you together" said Ravi. Carol knew that she could not put off the evil moment for ever and so she slipped out of her robe and hung it on the hook behind the office door. "Oh mum, you could have shaved" Charlotte admonished her mother. "That's how your dad likes it" replied Carol defensively. "Too much information" cried Charlotte, covering her ears !

"OK, I'd like you both to get up on the desk and kneel facing each other" requested Ravi. The two naked women did so, keeping a respectable distance between them. "No, not like that. Move close together so your knees are touching and embrace. Press your tits together, that'll hide your nipples !" Just as the embarrassed pair complied, there was a knock and the office door began to open !

After the meeting discussing the IT requirements for his chain of car repair garages, Roy had not been able to get the thought of Debbi and Carol producing a calendar out of his mind. The cheeky way in which Debbi had teased him left him in little doubt as to the kind of calendar it might be. As he sat in his car out in the car park scrolling through his messages, he kept looking up to see tantalising glimpses of Debbi moving in front of the office window, displaying bare shoulders and what looked like her bra straps. He drove halfway back to the garage before temptation got the better of him and he determined to make up some excuse to return, on the pretext that he may have forgotten some important papers.

Debbi and Carol both looked around in alarm as they heard the door to the office opening. "Roy ? What are you doing back ?" asked the red faced Debbi, as the two women hastily broke off their embrace and adopted somewhat futile attempts to cover their nudity with their arms ! Carol cursed that Roy was standing between her and her robe hanging on the back of the door.

Roy didn't know where to look first. He had been hopeful of seeing something but the naked pair caught in a full embrace while kneeling on the desk was something else and now they had nowhere to hide ! "I'm sorry to interrupt but I thought I'd forgotten the plan we'd decided on going forward ?" was his lame excuse. "I said I'd email it as an attachment" replied Debbi in annoyance. All the while, Hannah and her assistants were recording the farcical scene.

"Sorry, I must have misunderstood" said Roy, reluctant to leave. He stooped to pick up a piece of A4 paper that was trapped beneath his foot. "What's this ?" he asked, staring at one of the photocopies of Debbi's nether regions. "Er, it's a piece of abstract art" stammered Debbi, blushing even more fiercely. "Looks like somebody's fanny" mused Roy and he had a pretty good idea whose , given the hairy state of Carol and the clean shaven reproduction in his hands, that he showed no sign of relinquishing !

"If that's all you can go now Roy" urged Debbi. "Just a second" interrupted Ravi. "Maybe you can be in one of the photos ? It'd fit perfectly with one of my concepts. Have you got that prop cane I asked you to bring Charlotte ?"

Roy did not need any persuading to stay a little longer and to even participate in one of the photos. Debbi and Carol were understandably less keen but their objections were quickly overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of everyone else. So it was that the two naked IT consultants found themselves bending over Debbi's desk, with their elbows resting on the top. They had long since been forced to give up trying to hide their nudity from Roy, whose decision to find an excuse to return to the office had paid off spectacularly !

"I was originally going to get one of the guys to be in this one" explained Ravi, gesturing at one of the two boys helping Hannah film the 'making of' video. "But it works so much better to have an actual client." The concept was that the two women had made mistakes and were to be punished by swipes of the cane. Debbi had objected at first. "We don't want clients thinking we make mistakes all the time" she protested. "I think that will be the last thing anyone will be thinking about when they look at the photo and anyway, I'll tell anyone who asks that I'm more than satisfied with your services" replied Roy, not wanting to miss out on his opportunity to take part.

"Look back over your shoulders at the camera ladies. Try to put on an embarrassed expression" instructed Ravi. That was not difficult for the pair ! Ravi peered through the lens. Roy was poised with the cane as if to strike the two bare bottoms. "Er, can you lower the cane a little Roy ? There's a bit too much of Debbi showing" Debbi's expression became even more embarrassed knowing that despite her legs being clamped together, part of her pussy was on display. Roy moved the cane a little as requested. Ravi now discovered that there was more of Carol to be seen than they were likely to get away with on a calendar. Oh well, it would be a test of his photoshop skills !

Roy did not need any persuading to stay a little longer and to even participate in one of the photos. Debbi and Carol were understandably less keen but their objections were quickly overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of everyone else. So it was that the two naked IT consultants found themselves bending over Debbi's desk, with their elbows resting on the top. They had long since been forced to give up trying to hide their nudity from Roy, whose decision to find an excuse to return to the office had paid off spectacularly !

"I was originally going to get one of the guys to be in this one" explained Ravi, gesturing at one of the two boys helping Hannah film the 'making of' video. "But it works so much better to have an actual client." The concept was that the two women had made mistakes and were to be punished by swipes of the cane. Debbi had objected at first. "We don't want clients thinking we make mistakes all the time" she protested. "I think that will be the last thing anyone will be thinking about when they look at the photo and anyway, I'll tell anyone who asks that I'm more than satisfied with your services" replied Roy, not wanting to miss out on his opportunity to take part.

"Look back over your shoulders at the camera ladies. Try to put on an embarrassed expression" instructed Ravi. That was not difficult for the pair ! Ravi peered through the lens. Roy was poised with the cane as if to strike the two bare bottoms. "Er, can you lower the cane a little Roy ? There's a bit too much of Debbi showing" Debbi's expression became even more embarrassed knowing that despite her legs being clamped together, part of her pussy was on display. Roy moved the cane a little as requested. Ravi now discovered that there was more of Carol to be seen than they were likely to get away with on a calendar. Oh well, it would be a test of his photoshop skills !

Ravi was confident he would be able to edit the mock caning shot to make it useable for the calendar. He then asked the two naked women to resume their face to face embrace kneeling on the desk. Roy's unexpected arrival and the frantic reaction of Debbi and Carol had stopped him actually taking that photo. For his part, Roy seemed to be in no hurry to leave and Debbi seemed to no longer be trying to push him out. She didn't want to antagonise a client and he had seen everything by now anyway ! That didn't lessen the embarrassment that Debbi and Carol felt, pressed together in such an intimate way. Especially when Ravi instructed them to move even closer together to hide Carol's pubes ! But after the photo had been taken, it was Ravi's turn to be embarrassed.

Everyone looked at the student photographer expectantly for further instructions as to how the shoot was to proceed. But he had not really planned out the full program in advance, instead relying on inspiration striking him on the day from the props available in the office. His problem now was that the small hired office space, which was all that Debbi and Carol's fledgling business could currently justify, did not really have anything other than the desks, chairs and photocopier, all of which had already been utilised. And he only had five of the required twelve photos. Thirteen if they wanted a separate shot for the cover.

"Is there a problem ?" asked Debbi, when the awkward silence had dragged on too long. She and Carol had both sat down with crossed legs and arms. OK, the other six people in the room were kind of used to seeing them naked now but they still weren't going to stand around with all their bits blatantly on display while they waited. "Um, I thought there'd be more things we could use" mumbled Ravi apologetically, suddenly reduced to the callow youth that he was. "I've run out of ideas" he admitted. "Cut that bit" Charlotte instructed Hannah and the others, as she then began to berate her boyfriend for his lack of foresight.

It was Roy who came to the boy's rescue. "Why don't we adjourn to the garage ?" he suggested. "There's all sorts of stuff we can use in the repair shop !"

Debbi wasn't keen on this new idea. What she had envisaged as a relaxed photo session in a warm comfortable studio with a professional crew, had morphed into this haphazard affair with a bunch of college kids in their cramped office and now threatened to have her stripping off in a semi public place with goodness knows who hanging around. She voiced her objections. "But it's going to be a pretty boring calendar if the only shots we have are sat in an office chair turned to the left, turned to the right, looking all coy" countered Charlotte.

"I'm sure I could get all sorts of inspiration for some really tasteful and artistic shots in a workshop" added Ravi. "Make it something really classy !" Debbi was beginning to yield under the pressure. "Yeah that's right Deb, don't be a prude" laughed Carol, putting on her robe and heading for the door. Debbi bristled. How dare Carol call her a prude, remembering all the times she had been put into a state of undress over the past months. "I'm not a prude" she protested. "And where do you think you're going ?" she asked. "I'm going to get changed" Carol replied. "You don't need me any more, I've been in my two photos."

"Hang on a minute mum" interrupted Charlotte. "I think the group photos with the pair of you in work much better, don't you agree Roy ?" she involved the garage owner. Actually, his main interest was in getting Debbi back to the garage to continue the fun but two for the price of one was not to be sneered at and Carol wasn't bad for her age he had to admit. "Certainly" he agreed. "Yeah" burst in Debbi. "We're a partnership after all, don't want the clients thinking it's a one woman band !" She seemed to have forgotten her own misgivings in the urge to stop Carol escaping.

"But what about all the guys at the garage ? And customers ? There could be anyone there ?" It was now Carol's turn to protest. "Leave that to me, it'll be fine" answered Roy. "Of course it will. Don't be a prude Carol" laughed Debbi !

"I got some funny looks from the guys at the printers" said Carol, as she struggled in the door carrying two large cardboard boxes full of their company calendar. "You mean they recognised you even though you had your clothes on ?" Debbi laughed. "Seems like it" Carol admitted. "Well, we'd better get used to it if we're going to be sending these out" replied Debbi.

They began to tear at the packaging and each of them pulled out a calendar to peruse. They started to giggle at the photos. "Ravi's a good photographer" remarked Debbi. "Charlotte always said he was" responded Carol, overcoming her disappointment at being in rather more of the photos than she had hoped. "You look great" Debbi reassured her. "And we're not really showing any more than we would on a beach" she added. "Speak for yourself , I don't normally show my bare bum on a beach" countered Carol, pointing to the photo of them both bent over the desk while Roy wielded that cane !

"Do you think we need to select who we send these out to ?" Carol wondered. "Maybe" thought Debbi. "Or perhaps just bite the bullet and send them to all the clients regardless. They can bin them if they don't like them but I doubt that anyone will be so offended that they would drop us. We're bloody good at our jobs." Carol demurred but they agreed to be more circumspect when deciding which prospective clients to send them out to. "Should we send a complimentary copy to Jeff back at the old company ?" asked Debbi. "Or Diane in jail !" They both laughed.

As they pondered this, a courier arrived at the office with identical packages for each of them. "Oh god, I'd forgotten about this" groaned Debbi, as she extracted a different calendar from her envelope. Royston Garages was emblazoned across the front and beneath, the pair stood in all their naked glory !

While they had been finishing off their own calendar shoot at the garage, Roy had approached Ravi about shooting a calendar for his own business chain. When the question of how expensive it would be to hire professional models had come up, Roy had pointed out that they seemed to have two willing models on hand already. Despite their protestations, Debbi and Carol had been assured that it would be tastefully shot like their own calendar and they had not wanted to risk losing the lucrative contract they were about to sign with Roy's business, which was one of the main things keeping their startup afloat !

What the two women did not realise was that this calendar was destined for the old school and unreformed masculine world of the car repair trade. There was no room for the niceties of censorship. "They said they would photoshop these" protested Debbi as she began to flick through the pages. "You can see my tits in all of these" she squealed. "And mine" Carol groaned. "Look, there are my pubes" the older woman continued. "At least you're sideways to the camera" said Debbi. "Take a look at August. You can see my coin slot !"

Debbi was on the phone to Roy.

"About this calendar"

"It's proving very popular with our customers"

"I bet it is"

"And the guys in the workshop love it"

"I bet they do. But I thought we'd agreed that the photos would be censored ?"

Debbi was not happy but Roy was unrepentant. "But you're both showing your bare bums in a couple of the shots from your own calendar" he reasoned. "OK, maybe. But no nipples. Our nipples are out in all of these" Debbi protested. "Well, young Ravi did put smiley emojis over them originally but we all agreed that looked a bit naff, not aesthetically pleasing" Roy explained.

"But it's not fair, you can see everything !" Debbi was still not pacified. "Not exactly everything" Roy disagreed. " No ? Then what about August ?" Debbi heard the rustle of pages and then blushed to think of what Roy would now be looking at. "Oh, I see what you mean" he admitted sheepishly. "Look, don't worry. Nobody'll notice. They'll all be too busy looking at the car in the background" Roy bluffed, referring to the vintage Jag that provided the backdrop to Debbi's full frontal pose !

"You think ?" she asked dubiously. "I'm sure of it" Roy reassured her.

Carol returned, having been home for lunch. "Derek's got a copy of that bloody Royston Garages calendar" she complained. "He's insisting it goes on the wall in the kitchen." Carol's husband was in fact delighted by his wife's recently rediscovered sexuality. "Isn't he worried about visitors seeing it ?" Debbi wondered. "Evidently not" said Carol. "All he said was he's looking forward to August !"