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 Bare as you dare

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
know more about my friends and me, please drop by my home page at:
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   One night a while back, my boyfriend Ryosuke took me to this pub here in
Oceanview called Hernando's.  He isn't really into the club scene, so at
first, I wondered why he wanted to go.  Once we were there though, he
pointed out this sign: 'Skin Thursdays.  Go bare as you dare.  Show the
most skin to win $$$.' At first, I wasn't sure what it was all about, but
later in the evening, they called women up on stage, and the judges chose
who was the most daring, and gave her a prize.  It figures that Ryosuke
would like something like that.

   "You should enter," he told me, nudging my shoulder.  I wasn't really
dressed for it that day.  I was just wearing ripped white jeans and a white
t-shirt.

   "Maybe some day," I told him.

   After that night, we'd drop by at Hernando's every once in a while, just
to see who all was there.  My friend Fujiko, the buff tennis instructor,
came with us one time, and brought her house mates, Winston, the Chinese
swimmer, and Gus.  The East Indian guy, Margas was another regular, and he
hung around with Sven, a big tall blonde guy.  I don't think Sven is
actually Swedish, but he just dyes his hair blonde trying to look as if he
is.  He is kind of handsome in his way and a bit of a good time guy.  He
sometimes goes a bit too far, lifting me up over his shoulder and spinning
me around.  /('o')/ I realize he's just trying to be friendly, but I was
pretty surprised the first time he did it.

   Anyway, the nights we went to Hernando's, I tried out different outfits
toying with the idea of entering the contest.  One night, I went in my
black faux leather dress with the lace up sides, and another time, my fire
engine red apron dress with matching panties.  The guys were really
supportive, but I felt shy about putting myself out there like that.  I did
work on my dance moves, imitating some girl dancers I'd seen in a K-pop
video, shaking my 'booty,' goofing around for Sven and them.  They seemed
to get a kick out of it at least.

   One day, I finally decided to just go for it.  I still wanted to keep up
my good girl image though, so I got out this frilly white mini-dress that
I'd picked up recently.  It was an interesting design actually.  It had two
spaghetti straps that tie in bows on each shoulder.  It was kind of open at
the sides just under my arms, and the bottom part was a billowing flirt
skirt, a bit higher at the back than the front.  I also put on a pair of
colorful open toe platform sandals just to keep with the summery theme.  I
didn't wear a bra, but I did pull on some white cotton panties I'd bought
in Japan.  Oh and for the trip there, I wore a jacket, just to keep my
outfit a surprise.  I originally thought that the contest was no big deal,
but now that I was finally ready, I was looking forward to seeing if I
could win.

   Anyway, I met up with Ryosuke and them, and we went to the club fairly
early.  After I checked my jacket, I noticed Daniel Francis was there. 
Daniel is the handsome son in the big house where Ryosuke lives.  Daniel
noticed us, and waved, but he didn't come over.  I began to feel a bit
self-conscious about my dress though.  Because I wasn't wearing a bra, you
could kind of see a bit of side-boobage, not to mention my panties from the
back.  I didn't know how I felt about parading around like this with Daniel
here.  I was worried he might tell his parents, making it harder for me to
visit Ryosuke at their house.

   To hide while I thought this through, I went straight to the back of the
club, and sat down at a table in the corner.  Sven and them followed me in,
curious.  They sat down at the next table over, and ordered drinks.  When I
went to fish out my money to pay the waitress, I noticed Margas staring at
me.  I think he could kind of see my breast through the slit up the side of
my dress.  I covered up as best I could, but felt terribly exposed.  I kept
hoping that Daniel would leave, but he and his friends seemed to have
settled in for the night.

   Ryosuke eventually came over to see what I was up to.

   "What's wrong, sweetie?" he asked.  I pointed over at Daniel.  "Oh,
don't worry about him.  He's an okay guy once you get to know him." Ryosuke
had been living with the Francis family for quite a while, so I guess he
knew Daniel pretty well.  I'd only met Daniel the times I'd gone over to
their house, and even then, we hadn't really talked that much.  I'd kept
this a secret from Ryosuke, but I kind of thought Daniel was cute.  I
didn't know if I wanted him to see me like this, dressed up like a tart.

   "You're making a big deal over nothing," Ryosuke insisted.  "Why don't
you just scoot over to the judges' table, and see what they make of your
outfit?"

   I just sat there looking at Ryosuke for a while, but eventually I stood
up, trying to get up my nerve.

   Anyway, I finally went over to the judges' table to ask about the
contest.  There were a whole bunch of girls there that night, flocking
around the judges trying to make an impression.  I didn't want to intrude,
so I just asked the clerk when the deadline was for applying.  He said I
still had time.  Unable to get through to the judges, I trudged back to
Ryosuke.  He could see I looked dejected, so he pulled me down onto his
lap.

   "What'd they say?"

   "I didn't get talking to the judges.  There were too many girls there,"
I moped.  Ryosuke peered over at these girls, scrunching up his nose to
show he thought I was cuter than them.

   "You could win this, you know," he said.

   "How?"

   "Just take off your panties," he smiled, patting me on my rear end.

   "Yeah, right," I laughed, thinking he was joking.  He kept nodding
though, and ran his finger down the crack of my rear making me squeal.  I
stood up to get away from him before the others got suspicious, but it was
kind of an intriguing idea.  The club was fairly dark, but there were an
awful lot of people around.  That would get the judges' attention, though.
I pinched Ryosuke's cheek to punish him for goosing me, and then stalked
off.

   "Where are you going?" he called after me.

   "Nowhere.  I'm just going to get some air."

   I headed over to the entrance showing the bouncer the stamp on my hand,
and stepped out onto the patio out in front.  There were still a few people
sitting at the outdoor tables, but it was a lot quieter out here.  I was
still shivering a bit from the feeling of Ryosuke's hands on my bottom.  I
have to admit I was excited by then, parading around in this skimpy white
dress in front of all these people.  Daniel being here was a point against,
but maybe Ryosuke's right that he'd be cool with whatever.  If I am going
to give this contest a try, tonight's as good a night as any.  If I keep
putting it off, I'll never do it.

   I glanced back and forth to make sure no one was coming, and then hid
off to the side in the entranceway.  I reached up inside my skirt, slid my
thumbs into the waistband of my panties, got up my nerve, and finally
yanked them down.  It felt so weird when the air hit my hello kitty.  I was
so anxious that my panties got tangled around my ankles.  I frantically
tried to shake them loose before someone came.  I finally got my panties
off, and tucked them away in my purse, just as a few new partiers arrived.
Phew!  That was close!

   I tried to act like nothing was wrong, but the guys in line were kind of
gawking at me, all excited about something.  I wondered if they could see
through the thin white material of my dress, but I think it was more the
breeze was making my skirt billow up, giving them a peek at my bare
backside.  I wasn't sure how much they could see, but I could feel the air
on my pussy, getting me all excited.  Oh god.  Maybe this isn't such a good
idea after all.

   Anyway, I bit my lip, and did my best to ignore them.  I showed my stamp
to the bouncer, and he let me back in.  I made a beeline for the judges'
table, intending to just nip in, flirt with them a bit, and then go pull my
panties back on.

   Before I could make it to the judges though, I ran into Daniel, who'd
finally decided to come over, and say hi.  He was looking straight at me.
My heart sped up.  My hello kitty was tingling like crazy.

   "Hey, Emi!  What are you doing here?" he smiled.  I turned to look to
Ryosuke for support, but Sven and them were all squinting over at me,
clearly sensing that something was different.  I felt for the hem of my
skirt, and it was still floating up at the back, making it hard to hide my
bare bottom.  I made a half-hearted effort to push it back down, but I
think that Sven and Margas might already have figured out that I was
pantiless.  I felt so embarrassed - busted already!

   Ryosuke glanced at my hips, then got up, and came over - to rescue me I
was hoping.  Instead he just shook Daniel's hand, and started talking with
him.  There I was stranded out in the middle of the dance floor with Sven
and Margas and all these other guys looking on.  I moved a hand around to
hide my butt crack at least, but even Daniel was looking at me suspiciously
now.  My face felt hot.  My cheeks had probably gone red from the
embarrassment.

   "Who are you here with?" Daniel asked.  I turned to point out Sven and
them, but when I did, Daniel's eyes darted down to check out my behind.  I
was kind of shocked.  Ryosuke was standing right there, but Daniel was
maybe a bit drunk.  I turned back towards him, but he kept on asking.

   "Which one is Margas?"

   "That one," I pointed, turning away again.

   "And which one is Gus?"

   By this point, I grew suspicious.  Was he doing this on purpose, getting
me to turn away, so he could check out my backside?  I was desperately
trying to cover my butt crack with one hand, but it was hard with all these
people around.  I tried to pull down the hem of my skirt to cover up.  I
thought this dress would be long enough to cover everything, but from the
way Daniel was grinning, apparently it wasn't.

   "That tall one is Gus," I pointed.  Daniel glanced at Gus, but he seemed
much more interested in me and my insanely short dress.  I was kind of
surprised actually.  He'd never shown that much interest in me before. 
Maybe he likes me!

   Suddenly, we heard a burst of laughter from the judges' table.  At
first, I thought they might be laughing about me, but it seemed to be about
something else.

   "Oh, I'm sorry.  Were you on your way somewhere?" Daniel asked, noting
my interest in the judges.

   "Oh I...  uh...," I stammered, not wanting to admit I was here for the
contest.  "I heard there is a contest going on..."

   "Oh, the bare as you dare contest.  That is quite the outfit you have
on," he smiled nodding towards my dress.  I blushed at the compliment.  He
motioned for me to do a little pirouette, and show him.  I felt embarrassed
enough with all these people looking on, but reluctantly, I fluffed down my
skirt, and twirled around.  The hem of my skirt billowed way up, just
making things worse.

   "You look...  Wow!  You look great!" Daniel gushed, all excited now.  I
felt embarrassed of course, but I was flattered that he seemed so
impressed. "Are you wearing a thong?" he asked point blank.  I pulled my
skirt back down over my behind, but quite a few guys had turned to look at
me now.  There were plenty of women there that night, but now suddenly
everyone was looking at me.

   "Something like that.  Anyway, I'd better go over, and ask about this
contest thing.  Talk to you later?"

   Daniel nodded.  I squeezed Ryosuke's hand, trying to signal him to cover
for me, but he seemed as surprised as anyone that I'd actually taken off my
panties.  I guess he didn't think I'd actually do it.  I certainly hadn't
planned to.

   As I walked away, both Daniel and Ryosuke stared down in wonder at my
ass.  I felt so embarrassed, but what could I do?  I'll just try to get
this over with as quickly as possible.

   Anyway, I sashayed up to the judges' table, feeling even more nervous
once I was there.

   "My name is Emi, Emi Tsuruta," I told the clerk.  "Can I still
register?"

   The clerk seemed remarkably blasÃ(C).  I guess he saw these contests
every week.  For me though, this was all completely new.  I smiled at each
judge, and shook their hands.  They looked surprised for some reason,
impressed by my bubbliness or more likely my outfit.  Well, anyway, it's
good that they like me.

   "Yeah, sure.  Fill out this form," the clerk said.  I needed a flat
surface to write on, but he motioned for me to use the table they were
sitting at.  I tried to move to the side to get away from the crowd, but
when I squatted down, the hem of my skirt climbed up, leaving my delicate
buns feeling quite breezy.  I was hoping to hide in the darkness, but one
of the judges jumped up to help me with the questionnaire.  I peered up at
him with my big black eyes, wondering if he could see my ass.  Luckily, he
was shielding me from the crowd.

   Another judge started looking under the table, apparently trying to get
a peek at my pussy.  I shielded it with my thigh, but in such a short
skirt, it was hard to keep everything covered.

   When I stood up, the hem got caught on the curve of my behind.  I should
have fixed it, but I was beginning to freak, too horny to think even.  The
judge standing next to me kept shaking my hand, clearly quite taken with me
and my assets.

   "Where are you from?  Do you live around here?  Do you come here often?"

   I giggled at the sudden barrage of questions.  Pretty well all the
judges were staring at me now.  The clerk though didn't look so amused.  He
took the form from me, instructing me to,

   "Go back to your seat, and we'll call you if you get selected."

   I finally pulled my skirt down over my bottom, wondering if I'd gone too
far.  I wended my way back to Ryosuke and them, trying to ignore the people
who were staring at me.  Sven and Margas got up, asking me how it went.

   "It was fine," I told them calmly, pushing through to my own table.  I
felt so horny it wasn't even funny.  Margas sat down next to me, and stared
down at my bare thighs.  I just sat there quietly, waiting for the hubbub
to die down.

   Finally, the emcee got up on stage to announce the finalists.  He called
up three American girls, but then just when I'd almost given up hope, he
called my name.

   "Emi Tsuruta!  Come on up!"

   Wow!  They picked me!

   Actually, I had originally been planning to pull my panties back on, but
what with all the excitement, I missed my chance!  I tried to pull my skirt
down, but it was still floating awfully high for my liking.  This isn't
good!

   I nervously wended my way through the crowd over to the stage, doing my
best to smile, while Sven and them all clapped and cheered.  The other 3
girls were all quite tall.  I was wearing my platform sandals, but I wanted
to look taller, so I stretched my back, dragging my hem up with it. 
Everyone was watching me now, so I probably shouldn't fiddle with my skirt.
I could barely see for the blinding spotlights, but everyone's eyes were on
me.  The tingling in my pussy simply would not stop.  Soon though, the
emcee came to ask me some questions.

   "What's your name?"

   "Emi."

   "And what kind of outfit is this you're wearing today?"

   I stared out at the crowd almost in shock.

   "This is just stuff I bought here in Oceanview," I mumbled.  "Body
Glove, Rip Curl...  or actually, I don't think this dress is a brand at
all."

   "It is lovely.  Here, can you turn around, and model it for us?"

   I heard his question, but I knew this dress is shorter at the back.  I
pretended like I hadn't heard him, and babbled on,

   "Here, did you check out my sandals?  There's a little chain hanging
from the buckle almost like a bracelet." I tapped my toe making the chain
jangle.  The audience laughed at this, but the emcee went back to his
question.

   "That's great, but could you turn around?  Everyone wants to see your
full ensemble."

   I felt at the back for my dress, but standing up tall the way I was had
pulled the hem way up exposing practically my whole bottom.  The bartender
and guys at the bar could see, and they were already nudging each other,
and winking.  Following the hem of the dress around to the front, I slowly
realized that the guys in the front might even be able to see my pussy. 
I'd gone for a bikini wax not long before, but I hadn't really expected to
show my bush to anyone.  Oh oh.  Am I in trouble here?

   I scanned the audience looking for Daniel, but thankfully, he was
sitting a bit further back.  I was completely freaking out though.  I was
so excited.

   "I...  uh...  I...  uh.." I definitely didn't want to turn around, but
the emcee was still looking at me, waiting.  "Um, there's a problem with my
skirt," I explained, blushing like crazy.  He craned his head around, and
inspected my behind.  I tried to cover it with my hands, but it was no use.
I was getting more and more excited.  Oh no.  I think I feel an orgasm
coming on.

   "That's okay, cutie," he assured me.  "It's a bare as you dare
contest... and you obviously took that to heart." The audience broke out
laughing again.

   "Turn around," some guy in the audience yelled, and then a few of them
started chanting.  I stared out into the crowd looking at Ryosuke, but he
just shrugged.  I'm up here now.  It's a bit late to turn back now, he
seemed to be saying.

   Nervous and teetering a bit on my high platform sandals, I slowly turned
around.  The crowd took a moment to respond, but soon they were all
cheering, clapping, wolf-whistling.  I felt so weird, showing my bare ass
to all these strangers.  I got so nervous that I almost lost my balance.  I
spread my legs to steady myself, but people just hooted louder.  I peered
back at the audience, a bit awed by their reaction.  Sven and Margas were
both giving me the thumbs up, and Daniel was sharing some joke with his
friends.  Oh god.  Please let this be over soon.

   "And what were you saying about the chain?" the emcee asked.

   "Oh, just on the buckle of my sandal," I told him.  He pretended not to
be able to see, so balancing on one foot, I lifted up my foot to show him.
"I have a matching chain on my necklace which jangles if I shake it," I
showed him turning back around to face them.  The audience seemed a little
disappointed when I turned, but that was good in a way.  Maybe they can't
see my pussy after all.

   "Here, show us.  Shake the chain," he instructed.  I tugged on it, but
for some reason it wouldn't jangle.

   "Jump!" he suggested.

   "What?"

   "Jump up and down!"

   I opened my mouth feigning shock at his suggestion.  He was of course
trying to get me to flash my pussy at the audience.  No one said I had to
do that!

   Suddenly, though the DJ started playing this gangster rap song called
'Jump Around.' The audience all laughed, and the other girls started
dancing to the music.  They were all wearing underwear, but they were still
hoping to win this.  Trying to deflect attention away from my pussy, I took
the emcee's hand, and tried to get him to dance with me, which got an even
bigger laugh.  Soon though, they were all singing "Jump!  Jump!  Jump!" to
the song, obviously aimed at me.

   It was clear that they weren't going to just let this go.  I vaguely
started dancing, but embarrassed, I turned my back to the audience again.
They'd already seen my bare booty once, so maybe that wouldn't be so bad.
Facing away from them, I started hopping and jumping almost as if I were
skipping rope in time to the music.

   "Can you hear it?  It's jangling!" I cried out as if anyone cared about
my necklace.  The crowd was going absolutely wild, clapping, shouting,
banging on the tables.  Every time I jumped, the hem of my dress would flip
way up, showing them all my precious little bottom.

   All this dancing was making the cider go to my head.  My inhibitions,
not so strong at the best of times, were starting to fall.  I went into my
booty shake routine, twerking, and a roar went up from the crowd, even
louder than before.  The judges got up out of their seats trying to get a
better look at what I was doing.

   Unfortunately, all this jumping had another effect that I didn't notice
at first.  My spaghetti straps had slipped off my shoulders, and the bows
were coming loose.  I probably wasn't making things any better by flinging
my skirt around like a flamenco dancer.  I was kind of caught up in the
moment, feeding off the applause, no longer so worried about what people
saw.  I was almost about to turn around and show everyone my newly waxed
pussy, when I suddenly realized that my nipples had popped out of my dress.
I grabbed for my dress catching it just in the nick of time before it fell
off completely.

   The music stopped, and a hush fell over the crowd.  I think people
thought I'd done this on purpose meaning to strip naked in front of
everyone!  I of course intended nothing of the kind.  My headlights had
popped out in full view, but I kept my back to the audience struggling to
pull my dress back up.  I looked over forlornly at the emcee, begging him
to stop the show.  He stared down in shock at my breasts, clearly a bit
excited himself, but he finally took pity on me.  He cued for the lighting
guy to dim the lights, and escorted me to the side of the stage away from
the curious eyes of the audience.

   "Now we'll take a short break," he told them.  I scooted over to the far
side away from the judges at least, but near to the bar.  I still felt
dazed and horny, desperately clinging to my skimpy dress which was
tenuously hanging from my rib cage.  I still felt horribly exposed.  The
guys sitting at the bar were all staring, so I tried to hide my breasts
with my arm.  The emcee came over, trying to shield me from the people out
front at least.

   "Here, let me help you with that," he offered.  I was kind of hoping
that Ryosuke would come rescue me, but I couldn't see him, so I nodded for
the emcee to hold my dress while I tried to fish out the spaghetti straps.

   "Has anything like this happened before?" I asked, quivering.

   "Um.  No, I don't think so," he smiled.  I managed to find the two right
ties, but the bartender was looking at me funny.  Instead of just holding
my dress, the emcee had pulled it up, showing my pussy to the guys at the
bar.  I quickly spun around trying to hide, but the emcee had this crazy
look in his eyes, overly excited by my nudity.

   "Here.  Let go.  I've got it," I told him.  He was kind of lost in his
world, getting his jollies showing me off, but eventually, he snapped out
of it, and let go.

   "Is this over yet?  Can I go sit down?" I asked as the hem of my dress
slowly drifted back down.

   "Uh, you might want to go over, and show your family jewels to the
judges," he stammered.

   "What?" I gasped, stunned at his directness.

   "Your necklace, I mean, your necklace and the chain on your shoes.  Show
them," he rushed to clarify.  A bit startled, I stalked over to the judges
table wondering if he really meant I should show them my pussy.  What kind
of contest is this anyway?

   The judges were still in a huddle, talking over what had happened, but
they broke it up, and turned to face me as I came up.

   "Well, Ms.  Tsuruta, that was quite some show you put on up there," the
leader smiled.

   "Yeah, sorry.  I'm not really used to this kind of thing," I blushed,
looking down at the floor.

   "No, no.  I meant that in a good way.  You were great.  You're
gorgeous," he let slip out at the end.

   "Um, thank you, I guess." I wasn't really sure what they wanted me to
say.

   "You have a great body.  Do you work out?" another asked.

   "I swim a little, and play beach volleyball."

   "If you don't mind my asking, what gave you the idea to come in that
outfit?" he said obviously wondering about my lack of underwear.

   "Oh this was just kind of a spur of the moment thing," I told them, my
body heating up again.

   "In all the times we've done this, I don't think we've ever had a girl
come in off the street dressed like that," he said gesturing at my skirt. I
just stared down at the floor.

   "Would you be willing to do a little victory dance for us?"

   "Have I won?" I lit up.  He didn't answer, but it was kind of obvious by
then.

   "I don't think we've ever had a young lady quite as daring as you."

   I thanked the leader, shaking his hand, so glad I'd won.  They signaled
for the emcee to go back up on stage, and passed him an envelope.  He ran
through the runners-up, and then announced,

   "And the winner is...  Ms.  Emi Tsuruta.  A big round of applause for
lovely Miss Emi."

   I climbed back up onto the stage, surprised at all the applause.  Sven
and them were all cheering like crazy.  It did feel good to win.  They gave
me this big fake check as my prize.  It wasn't for that much money, but I
could use it to buy some new clothes or something like that.

   The DJ did play some music, and the emcee tried to get me to dance, but
I was a bit shyer this time, dancing really slowly so as not to flip my
skirt up.  When my victory song ended, I thanked them all, and clomped back
over to my group.  Ryosuke gave me a kiss, and tucked the check away.  When
I turned to Sven, he grabbed me by the waist, and lifted me up flinging me
over his shoulder again.  At first, I was just like 'here we go again,' but
suddenly, I realized he was showing everyone my bare bottom!

   I beat on his back with my fists, trying to get him to let me back down,
but we were both so drunk and horny.  I hung on tight as he twirled me
around, desperately trying to keep my feelings in check.  It was hard not
to get excited though with my fanny in the air.  It was kind of a turn on
if I'm going to be perfectly honest.  I tried to keep my skirt in check,
but Sven was twirling me this way and that, so it was all I could do to
hang on, and try not to fall.

   Margas looked like he was about to do something evil to me, but luckily,
Sven relented, and let me back down.  All these other guys had gathered
round, and were clapping.  I felt so embarrassed.  A bit dizzy, I stumbled
over to Ryosuke, and whispered,

   "Here.  We'd better get out of here, before things get out of hand."

   He put his arms up, and told the crowd,

   "Show's over, everyone.  Move along."

   Sven and Gus and them gathered up our stuff to go.  On the way out,
Ryosuke and Sven formed a human shield to escort me through the crowd.  I
thought Margas would help, but he grabbed my skirt, trying to pull it up
until Sven told him to cool it.  Margas always was a bit of a perv.

   Luckily, Gus had brought his car, so we headed straight for it, and
bundled in with a few stragglers from the club still following us.  There
wasn't really enough room for the five of us, so I sat on Ryosuke's lap.  I
could feel his erection poking at me, and to tell you the truth, I was
feeling pretty horny myself.  Ryosuke slid his hand up my skirt, and was
fingering me.  I wanted so much to moan, but Margas was right there sitting
next to us.

   Gus dropped me off at my place first.  I gave Ryosuke a deep kiss, and
promised to meet up again soon to finish what we'd started.  He gave me the
jumbo check.  I opened the door as quietly as I could, but Loretta, my host
mom, was still up.  She looked at me, surprised to see me carrying this
huge check.

   "What's that?" she asked.

   "Oh.  I won this contest.  It's nothing," I told her, not wanting to get
into the details.  She got me to show her the check, and still wanted to
know what it was for.

   "It's just this thing at the club we go to.  I got lucky," I explained,
and then headed up for bed.  I'm pretty sure Loretta is still suspicious
about that night, but anyway, all-in-all, it was an experience.

   Emi Tsuruta
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