Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: Perils of Paige Turner Part: Universe: Summary: Down on her luck bookstore owner finds there is a price to pay for a lousy attitude and the favors she asks of others. Keywords: humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, forced nudity, strip search The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. Perils of Paige Turner By Spunk N. Wagnels Paige Turner sat slumped over her steering wheel in tears. She had turned her key over for her bookstore now in receivership that morning and she drank all but $3.00 of the last money she could withdrew from her personal bank account. None of this was a surprise to her. Her business had been going down hill for over a year. Having to deal with creditors had caused her to rag out on her staff, especially Stephanie Fuller, the one whom she treated as a personal assistant rather than as an Assistant Manager as the title she had given her would suggest. She knew she had to pay her staff first before any other creditors, because she needed them and couldn't handle it alone. She also hoped they appreciated that she paid them with her own money and maxed out her credit cards up until the last two-week pay period where she finally had to stiff them. The officer wrapping her knuckle on the driver's side window now compounded Paige's embarrassment and shame. The officer opened the car door. "Com'on," she said hauling Paige out by her left arm, "let's get you outta there." The officer held Paige's melancholy drunken form back against the car with her hand on Paige's chest, while she scanned the interior of the car for incriminating evidence. "Have you been drinking?" She asked as she looked. Paige mumbled unintelligibly. The officer left Paige to fend for herself for the moment while she bagged a roach sitting on the passenger seat. "You'll have to come along with me to the station." The officer handcuffed Paige, put her in the back of her cruiser, while her partner secured and tagged Paige's car. Paige sobered a little on the ride to the station when she couldn't bring around her hands to button up her blouse now open to just below her breasts. She tried to recount the lost moments of the day leading up to riding in the back of a police car in handcuffs. There was the bar and the sympathetic people who kept the drinks flowing when she was running out of money. Then a sudden panic washed over her ^when did I lose my bra?^ She shifted in her seat to try and get her hands free and realized in the tussle that she was not wearing her underwear either. She calmed down to try and get her bearings, to think, to figure ou … "Come this way ma'am the officer from the passenger seat requested after he opened her door. He delighted in the downblouse and upskirt views he had as she shifted over and swung her legs out of the car door. Paige was quite the dish but you would never know that since she was careful to only go public with her serious controlled demeanor, tight hairdos, and conservative clothing choices. Her skirt came back down as she stood, but the slit in back had ripped up to just below her crotch sometime in the evening, and she was alarmed that she could see her entire breasts when she looked down her own blouse. He led her into the station by pulling on her upper arm. She looked in horror as the material pulled away from her breasts revealing peeks at the darker circle of her areola. She feared the material might get caught outside her hard protruding nipples, so she made every effort to keep up with him. She was led to a chair beside a desk where the female officer sat and the man uncuffed her. The female officer began to ask her questions and the male officer stood by with his thumbs in his gun belt at his sides enjoying a good angle to continue to see down her blouse while Paige fumbled to find the missing buttons to her top. "We are going to have you take a Breathalyzer test." She said. "Can I refuse?" Paige said, thinking she would stymie that evidence for court. "Your choice Ms. Turner, but I should advise you that we'll be taking away your car for a long time if you don't." "What if I …" "If you blow more than a .08? Well, we take your car away for a very long time in that case." "Then I don't want to." Paige said thinking she was being more in charge with each moment that passed. "No matter," the officer said holding up the bag with the roach in it, "we've got you on a drug charge." "What?" Paige said alarmed. "That's not mine. I never …" "Oh yes it is." The officer said with a Cheshire grin. "This was in your car when we stopped you. You can refuse the Breathalyzer test, but I'm afraid you are going to have to be searched." "You mean like pat me down right here?" "No. Afraid not. I mean cavity searched in there." The officer said with authority while her partner blushed in anticipation. "Bitchy Paige" started to take over to protect "Little Girl Paige" who had never been seen naked in the light except by her physician. Even the few boyfriends she allowed be intimate with her had to do so in the dark. In public places she would always change in a toilet stall behind a closed door to go swimming, exercise, or play sports. She wasn't about to violate that perfect streak now. "There is no way in Hell you are going to get me to submit to that." "Well, I was going to just do it myself with your cooperation, but maybe I need my partner Ben in there to help me if I need it." Paige looked in horror at the blushing, smiling male officer and felt faint as the blood drained from her head toward her extremities preparing to run. "Okay, okay, you win." She said to get back to some level of control. "What do you want me to do?" The lady officer stood up and pointed her open hand to a door with a frosted window panel. "If you will proceed me into that room, we'll get started." Paige stood up rubbing feeling back into her wrists. Then looking back to make sure the man didn't follow her, she fell forward in a drunken stumble and landed on her hands and knees with her skirt flipped up onto her back. The male officer rushed to help her up. He straddled her and put his hands around her under her arms on her breasts lifting her to a standing position again. His hands were off of her and he was a step back smiling when she finally came to her senses and realized what had just happened. Embarrassed but still too drunk to be humiliated, she collected herself for the moment and staggered into the room. The officer took a seat in a side chair. "Take off your clothes please." She directed. Paige's heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her head. She tried to collect herself ^Let's just get this over with.^ She thought and started to unbutton the bottom two buttons on her blouse. "So, where did you get the pot?" The officer asked while she watched admiringly as Paige's middle flesh came into view. "It wasn't mine. I swear it." She stood up and approached Paige getting her lips within a couple of inches. "You smoked it though. I can smell it over that vile smell of booze." Paige stopped with the last button staring up in thought. ^What? … Wait, … who … ^ A wave of recognition suddenly hit her. ^The Doctor … or at least he said he was a doctor.^ "A doctor gave it to me saying it would make me feel better." Paige said relieved she could answer the officer. "What's your diagnosis?" The officer said playing along, anxious for Paige to pull back the shirttails of her blouse. "I, uh, I just lost my business today and he was trying to make the bad feelings go away." "Sounds about right. Do you have a prescription for the weed?" "Weed? What do you mean?" "For the pot. Keep going. Don't let my questions stop you." "Ah, no. I don't think so." "So it was an office sample I suppose." The officer said now admiring the nice set of mammaries on Paige. Paige was so lost in trying to remember details that she didn't notice the excitement she was creating in her observer. "And what was his name?" "Ah, I don't … yes I do 'Love' 'Dr. Love.'" Even Paige was getting sober enough to realize how stupid that sounded. She all of a sudden became aware that the officer was playing her, just like the guy in the bar had done and she rushed to put her hands on her opposite shoulders. ^My bra! What happened to my bra?^ "Now the skirt please." "No ooooo, isn't this enough?" "The skirt please. Do I need Officer Ben to help you?" Her heart was beating out on her head at the temples. She was going to have to free her breasts from her hug to take off her skirt. Her breasts were the real deal. They were full and round on the bottom and had a slight ski jump slope down the tops to the nipples when they hung free. They always gave her more attention than she could deal with when she didn't keep them harnessed and disguised behind loose fitting clothing. "Com'on Ms. Turner let's get on with it. We need to see just how many samples 'Dr. L-o-v-e' gave you." The officer said in a way that continued to make fun of Paige's drunken naivete'. The officer was walking around her now looking her up and down. Paige timed her move for when the officer was behind her and quickly lowered her skirt. Then covered up again as best she could. All she could cover on her breasts were her nipples as her breasts were much bigger than her wrist, especially when they were hugged back toward her body. The officer came around the front and batted her hand away from covering her hairy triangle. "This is a search. You are not to cover the areas to be searched." Paige put her palms on her two breasts. "Lace your fingers behind your head." "Ungh?" "Do it." The officer said continuing to walk around and enjoying the womanly charms Paige was so reluctant to reveal. Paige did as she was told squeezing her eyes shut to make it all go away. "Open your mouth wide." Paige complied and the officer took a surgically gloved finger and pulled her lips aside and probed. Then she continued to walk around her taking a gloved hand and traced along the underside of Paige's breasts as she turned. Paige opened her eyes and mouth wide in shock and labored momentarily to return to normal breathing. "Let your hair down." Paige complied but it made her feel guilty to do so. She always kept her hair properly fixed up on her head in public, and let it down only in private when she would stimulate herself in front of her mirror with a private dance, touching herself, and enjoying sexual fantasies playing in her mind. "Bend over." Paige put her hands on her knees while the officer ran her fingers through Paige's hair. Paige couldn't tell if the officer was searching for evidence or caressing her scalp in an affectionate massage. Regardless, it felt wonderful and made her feel dizzy. "Spread your legs and put your hands on the floor." Paige was felling motion sick and nearly fell into the four-point stance on hands a little more than shoulder width apart and on the balls of her feet about three feet apart. The officer stepped into the vortex created by Paige's wide stance and let her pelvis bump up against Paige's pussy imagining what it would be like to have a penis that could fuck this bitch silly. Paige felt the violation, but couldn't react to it. It was all she could do to keep from passing out. The officer then crouched down and knelt on one knee to bring herself face-to-face with Paige's cunt and took in a full whiff of her aroma. She then visually examined the shiny pink gape amidst the hairy crotch, enjoying the heat radiating onto her face. Then back to work she fingered through the hairy snatch for any hidden contraband. Paige was moaning, not as much from the stimulation on her most private area as from trying to keep from getting sick on the spot. "How are you doing down there?" The officer asked before proceeding further. "uhHHHnnnh." Paige moaned. Then the officer spread Paige's nether lips with one hand and stuck a gloved finger in her cunt with the other and wiggled it around. "UHHhhhnnnnmmmmm." Paige moaned. Using the lubrication from Paige's cunt, she coated her sphincter a couple of times until her finger was allowed past into Paige's rectum. Paige gave a brief hum and then threw up on the floor in front of her face. "Well now, that is a mighty strange reaction to my technique." The officer said mostly humored but slightly insulted. "I hope you don't expect me to clean that up for you." "Can I please go home now?" Paige pleaded wiping her mouth having rolled over to the floor propped up with one hand and her feet still spread wide apart. "I'll get you something to clean that up with and then you can go as soon as we book you and someone comes to pick you up." The officer went to a closet and wet some paper towels. She took the roll and told her partner to hold out his hand. Then she slapped the wet towel into it and playfully slammed the roll of paper towels onto his chest saying, "She has work to do. Don't ever say I never did anything for you." Ben went into the room, wet towels in one hand, a roll of towels in the other, and a big grin on his face. When Paige saw him walk through the door she scrambled back up to the desk and hugged her body in tight to cover herself as best as she could, as quickly as she could. The cold metal desk and cold linoleum floor chilled her body and gave her goose bumps all over arms and legs. "You'd better get that up before my captain gets here. He doesn't like messes in his office." He said handing her the towels. Paige tried to take them all in one hand keeping the other across the tops of her breasts to hide them from his roving eyes. She hesitated waiting for the officer to leave. "Better hurry. No telling when he might be in." Paige thought a moment about the possibility of having two men in the room if she didn't get out soon and asked, "Could you leave me alone to do it?" "Lady, you need a lookout. I'm telling you, if the Captain sees his floor looking like that, there will be hell to pay." Paige decided to get dressed first. She tried to keep her back to the officer's watchful eye, but the open blouse and skirt slit up the back were strangely more titillating for him than if she had just remained nude. In her remaining time in the station, the looks of contempt made her feel more like a hooker than a businesswoman. When given a chance to call someone the only one she could think of calling was Stephanie Fuller. The last thing in the world Stephanie Fuller could think of doing in the early morning hours was to go to a police station and bail out her bitchy, demanding, double-crossing ex-boss. Maybe it was part knee-jerk reaction to a personal service request. Certainly it was in large part an opportunity to see her in a compromised position, but she almost didn't sign the paper pledging she would take responsibility for her ex-boss to maintain sobriety, refrain from driving, and make her court date. In the car Paige felt completely embarrassed and humiliated. She looked a mess and she never let people see her that way. She was wearing a revealing outfit, but as Stephanie's employer she constantly complained to Stephanie about wearing her revealing "hoochie" clothing as she called it around the store. She answered Stephanie's questions but tried to do so in a way that would not encourage follow up questions. She just needed to be in the comfort of her home, to set a spell, and lick her wounds. When they turned onto the street of Paige's apartment building, they saw fire trucks and police cars blocking entry into the area. Paige got out fearing the worst. Hugging her blouse closed she walked to the opposite side of the street and looked back at her apartment building. The middle, where her apartment was located was completely destroyed. She collapsed to the ground hugging her knees, looking over them in disbelief at the last vestiges of her life gone up in smoke. There she was, rocking disassociated with the world, no job, no money, no car, no license, hadn't renewed her renter's insurance, and now nowhere to go. Stephanie looked at her from behind the steering wheel of her car first thinking, ^serves you right you bitch!^ but as time wore on she grew sorry for her ex-boss rocking on the sidewalk like a mental case. "Come on." She said tapping Paige on the shoulder. Paige didn't move. "Come on." She said again hoisting Paige up by her armpits, and walking her to the car. Paige stared out into space shaking her head. Stephanie had her husband Rod help her get Paige upstairs and into the guest bed. At breakfast they talked. Rod wanted her out of the house. Being an attorney he saw having her there as nothing but potential liability. Stephanie argued that she would figure out ways for Paige to earn her keep and that she would enjoy being the 'boss' for a change. "Besides," she said, "I saw the way you looked at her body when we put her to bed." "I had to look." He argued. "I had to carry her to the bed once you got her clothes off for god's sake." "Ah hungh." She said accusingly. "I saw 'Little Henry" perk right up. The only problem I see with having her in the house for a while is keeping my eye on you. "Don't worry my love. You've got it all over her in that department." He said and kissed her good bye. Stephanie didn't have a job to go to any longer so she fretted and checked in on her new guest periodically during the day. Paige slept all day and all night. That next morning she awoke and realized she was in a strange room naked in a strange bed. When Stephanie walked by the open door, Paige pulled the covers up tight around her neck fearfully. Stephanie stopped and took one step back to center herself in the door's opening. "Well now, Sleeping Beauty has finally awoke." "Stephanie! What am I doing here?" "You don't remember?" "Remember what?" "You asked me to sign you out at the police station early yesterday morning. I signed a document, which said you would only be released, if I would agree to take responsibility for you. You pleaded with me to sign it." "I did?" "Yes you did. And then when I went to drop you off at your apartment it was in ashes." "Oh god no." "Oh whatever yes." "If I didn't have that signed oath requiring me to take responsibility for you I would have left you on the sidewalk looking at your burned house." Paige cried into the sheets. "I'm making some breakfast for us. If you hurry and shower, there will be some left for you." Paige rushed to close the door when Stephanie left. She showered and tried to find a way to do her hair up. All she could find was a small Scrunchy left under the bed so she put her hair up in a ponytail. All she could find to wear was a man's satiny pajama top, golden with white piping, hung on a hook in the bathroom, so she put it on and looked at herself in the full-length mirror attached to the closet door. ^I can't go down for breakfast like this. What if her husband is around? God, I'm hungry though. It smells so good.^ Paige peeked into the kitchen from the dining room and saw Rod sitting reading the paper and Stephanie working at the stove fixing breakfast. "Psst." She said to get Stephanie's attention. "What is it?" Stephanie said poking her head through the door into the dining room. "I need my clothes." Stephanie looked Paige up and down. "You look okay for breakfast." "I don't want your husband to see me like this." "Well, I'm busy making the food. If you want it, come and get it now. I worked long and hard fixing your clothes yesterday. I'll get them for you when we are through in here. Either way, your choice." Stephanie ducked back in and Paige decided to follow her. Paige felt naughty and embarrassed entering the kitchen in bare feet, wearing a shimmering top that barely covered her naked crotch, and donning a flirtatious ponytail. Rod scrambled noisily to get up from his chair to greet the new houseguest. He looked her up and down in obvious lust, which made Stephanie smile knowingly and made Paige blush with a hot flash. "This is Rod. You've met him at the store." Paige reached out her hand. As Rod reached out his to shake hers, the material rubbing her nipples made them swell with excitement. "Glad to meet you." Rod said politely. "I must say, this looks a lot better on you than it ever did on me." He said scooping up her other hand and holding her arms out to her side to look at her in total. It had the effect of riding the material up dangerously high on her thighs and to accent her excited nipples now poking through the material. "Thank you." Paige said just ahead of the realization that he could see the size and slope of her breasts capped by her erect nipples and it was making her feel shameful and humiliated. When she sat down, the squishiness of her crotch on the vinyl seat made her realize that she was wet from the excitement. Paige sat up straight and close to the table focusing gratefully on the food presented to her and only looked up to see Stephanie answer to Rod's question, "What are you ladies planning on doing today?" "Well, it's not going to work. Is it, Ms. Turner." Stephanie said sarcastically. "I guess we aren't going out for drinks either, are we. Not since I signed a pledge to be responsible for Ms. Turner here for her drinking." "Could I see that paper please?" Paige said meekly. Stephanie retrieved it, plopped it down next to Paige's plate and left her finger on the part in bold where she had to swear to and sign an oath before Paige could be released from custody. Sure enough, Paige couldn't believe it. ^This paper says that Stephanie has accepted responsibility for my sobriety, to see that I don't drive a motor vehicle, and that I show up on the 19th for court.^ Paige looked pale. ^Court! I don't have … I can't afford … oh god, what am I going to do?^ While Paige stared at the paper in disbelief Stephanie asked, "So Rod, honey, what does this mean legally? I didn't want to sign it. She begged me over and over to sign it." "Well, technically you are responsible for Ms. Turner. I guess you can't stop her from drinking, but you'd better report it to the authorities, or you, we could be held liable for her actions while intoxicated." So with the side of her chin on her interlaced fingers and her elbows on the table Stephanie turned to her ex-boss and said, "Well Ms. Turner, are you going to do what I say, or am I going to have to turn you in?" Paige wiped her mouth with her napkin in both hands and returned it to her lap before saying. "Thank you for doing this. I'll be good about everything." "Well then, to answer your original question, we're gunna to do errands and work around the house." Stephanie told Rod as he got up and kissed his wife good-bye for the day. Stephanie sat looking at Paige slumped over, mouth agape, hands in her lap, legs locked straight at the knees resting her heels on the floor with her feet lazily turned out. She gave her several minutes to feel sorry for herself and then remarked, "So you insisted that I take care of you at the police station, slept in our bed, ate our food that I prepared for you, and you don't even offer to do the dishes?" That produced a quick response. Paige was up in a flash, clearing the table and washing the dishes while she sniffled back tears. Stephanie liked that she could get her to respond like a personal assistant. The turn around was fair play. She also liked the opportunity to gaze upon her former uptight, even stuck-up boss in this uncharacteristic state of dress. Even a woman could appreciate how sexy and well formed Paige's legs were; not to skinny, not too fat, and not even the hint of cellulite. All of the muscles were in proper proportion and with smooth definition. ^That butt must be just as nice I'll bet.^ She thought to herself. ^We'll see soon enough.^ As luck would have it, Paige was so distraught that she sprayed herself with the hand sprayer when trying to rinse a pan and in her shock didn't have the wherewithal to immediately figure out how to stop the offending water. "I thought you already took your shower." Stephanie said amused as she got up, turned off the water and unbuttoned the silky top from behind. When Paige put her hands down from drying her face, Stephanie started to pull the top down her shoulders. "No." Paige said reflexively, hugging her arms closed across her front. "You're soaked. Let me put this in the wash." Stephanie said insisting with gentle tugs that it should come off. "No, but what shall I …" "You don't have much left to do. I can go find your clothes while you finish." Tug, tug "It's no big deal really. Remember we saw you naked when we put you to bed the other night." "Both of you?" Paige said alarmed. "You're a big strong woman, what, 130, 135 pounds?" "Ah, something like that." "Now how would I be able to lift over 100 pounds to get you in bed, of course Rod helped." "Oh gawd." Paige said letting her arms drop so Stephanie could take the pajamas off. With a confirming glance at her ex-boss' perfect butt she left for the laundry room. Stephanie could see Paige at the sink from the laundry room. ^Look at that body. She has it all. How can such a stuck up bitch be blessed with such a perfect body like that. The well toned back, narrow waist, strong shoulders, that feminine neck, god, that long brown hair. It's not fair. It's just not fair.^ Stephanie brooded over the inequity looking at Paige until Paige put her hands on the edge of the counter and without looking around said, "I'm done." "Well, let's get you your clothes then." Stephanie suggested. Paige turned around and waited with her butt against the edge of the counter with her limbs providing her modesty as much as two arms could afford. "Here you go. I had to sew up the tear in the skirt." Paige reached for the blouse first. Her breasts always created lust in men and envy in other women so she liked to keep them covered up as much as possible. When she put it on she noticed that the tails had been cut and hemmed so that it came down just below her breasts leaving her midriff exposed. Plus, there were no buttons. "What did you do?" She asked alarmed. "I didn't have any buttons that would match so I turned it into a Daisy-Mae." "What? How the hell can I wear this?" "Excuse me? What did you just say?" "I'm sorry." "That's better. You just tie these tails together in front. It's really very secure. Try it." "And you cut off the sleeves? These are awfully big arm holes." "It took me a long time, but pretty professional, don't you think?" Paige was steaming, but resisted letting it go. Then she put on the skirt. "What happened to the length?" "I shortened it of course." "But why, and what's this in back?" "I shortened it, because that is the way I'd wear it myself. That gap in back is where it was ripped. I straightened it out and dressed it up by hemming back the rough edges." "Why would you do such a thing?" "I did it for YOU, you ungrateful bitch." "I'm sorry. Well you know I don't wear hoochie, I mean clothes as revealing as this." "So you think you are better than me. Well let me tell you, you ungrateful sack of shit, I may not have a job, thanks to you, but I have a house, a nice husband, food on the table, a drivers license, and all of which I am currently sharing with you." Paige put her hands on her face just below her eyes shocked at Stephanie's sharp reaction and poured out tears of humiliation. When she collected herself enough to speak she put her hands on Stephanie's crossed arms and pled for forgiveness. "I'm grateful. Really I am." "Okay. Turn around slowly. I want to see my handiwork." Paige turned around as instructed, not wanting to upset Stephanie any further. "Can we go to a mirror so I can see me too?" Paige asked sniffling back tears. "Follow me." Stephanie said. Paige followed eager to see what she looked like but also eager to figure Stephanie out. For the first time she was considering her as a person and what made her tick, if for no other reason than to avoid her wrath again. Paige's heart fell when she saw how lewd her breasts looked in the white Daisy-Mae blouse. ^My god, you can even see my nipples through the fabric. Geez, pulling them together like this really gives me a deep cleavage. I've got to find something else to wear and soon.^ "What do you think?" ^Maybe I should take a different tact.^ Paige thought. "Your modifications make me look great, but don't you think I should be dressed more modestly around your husband? Stephanie's face turned red. "So you think you could win a contest over me with my husband?!" "No, no, no, that's not what I meant at all. What I meant to say was, uhmm, I meant to say that usually the wife likes to be wearing the sexiest clothes around her husband, but here you've put the sexiest clothes on me." "I did a pretty good job of it didn't I." "Oh, I'd say you can't make me any more sexy than this. In fact, I'm a little worried about what you can see through this gap back here." Paige said straining to see herself from behind. The gap ran from three inches wide at the hem to one inch wide at the base of Paige's butt. Stephanie stooped down. "No you're good. The only things you can see are some wispy hairs sticking down. If you trim them off, you're clear." Paige looked up blinking to fight off the tears welling up in her eyes. ^What am I going to do? My only set of clothes make me look like a tramp. I can't get a job in this. I can't go to court in this. Oh god,^ She remembered. ^I have no attorney.^ She held a finger tightly against her upper lip to try and arrest the need to use a tissue. ^If they kick me out, I have no place to sleep ...^ "Here, put your heels back on. They shift things back here." Stephanie said with her hands resting on the upper part of Paige's butt cheeks. "Let's see what happens with them on." Stephanie stooped down again to reexamine the gap. "Well it does change things a bit. A little more hair from the front comes into view. Let's just snip it off." "What?" "You know, baldify the puss. Everybody's doing it." "You mean shave down there?" "You can leave a trim in front, but to regain the mystery designed into this skirt back here, we've got to shave the crotch clean. Don't worry. I've done it before on other girls. It won't hurt. It's like shaving your legs, only higher." ^I should just go along. She blows when I react to her helping me. I've got to figure a way outta here!^ "Okay," Paige agreed, "if you're careful." "Leave it to me." Stephanie assured her, taking her by the hand to the bathroom. Paige removed her skirt as directed. "Okay, bend over into the bathtub. If I work from behind I won't be tempted to take it all off." "Hunh?" Stephanie moved her into a forward bent position so her hands were touching the bottom of the bathtub. Paige flashed back to the police station and felt a little dizzy. Stephanie combed her fingers down the hairs a couple of times before clipping the long hairs with some scissors. Paige's dizziness heightened each time Stephanie brushed the loose hairs away and stroked the remaining hair to organize the grain. When Stephanie blew hard on Paige's pussy with her warm moist breath to remove any straggling hair, Paige swooned forward and ran into the wall in front of her between her head and shoulder. "You okay?" Stephanie asked. "Yeah. I guess I lost my balance. I think I'm still a little hung over even after all that sleep." Paige replied not wanting to let on that the sensations were taking her over and causing her to nearly pass out from the sexual stimulation. Then Stephanie started rubbing on some lotion. "We've got to get this worked in good so the razor doesn't scrape and irritate the skin." Paige experienced a dizzying wave of loss of control and swooned down forward until she was hugging the base of the tub. The only thing keeping her from flipping all the way in was that her knees locked against the outside edge having been anchored by Stephanie crouching directly behind Paige's calves preventing any backward movement. So, with Stephanie at eye level with Paige's snatch, she carefully and expertly scraped the short hairs and excess lotion away from Paige's labia and inner legs. ^Humm,^ she thought ignoring Paige's moans, ^Body hair is disgusting. I think it is sexier for a woman to have no hair below the neck. I'm going to do the back crack too.^ When Paige felt a dollop of lotion being applied to her asshole, she squealed and tried to twist away to the right. "Careful there. I wouldn't want to cut you." Stephanie warned with a sharp slap on the right cheek. Paige stood still. She became more aware of everything going on though, with this temperamental ex-employee working around her most private place. She walked her hands up the opposite wall of the tub and as her head became elevated it grew clearer. She put her head up and back sticking her rear out to give Stephanie a wider crevice to work safer in. Stephanie cupped the denuded snatch in one hand while she scraped the inner slopes of Paige's butt crack with the other. Paige realized she was going to need to cum and cum soon or she might grow mad from the tension that was coursing through her body. She prayed Stephanie would stop now so she could get some private time to take care of her ripe condition. Paige felt Stephanie trace her finger along and around her rear hole to check and admire her work and then with a smart slap on her butt Stephanie declared, "Now it's time to do the front." Paige stood up, turned around, and dipped in a squat sneaking a feel like she needed to adjust some underwear. ^Oooo,^ she thought, ^that feels good.^ Then she tried to see how she looked from the front. "You said I wouldn't need to do the front." "I changed my mind." "Really, don't you think we are through?" "Well, at least let me make it look interesting." Stephanie said looking seriously at the project like an artist would. "You sit back on the john and I'll do it. I've got an idea." Stephanie combed and clipped the entire front patch into an even shorthaired carpet. When she put the tools down Paige started to get up. "No, no no no, no. Not done yet." Stephanie said and pushed her back with her hand on her bare abs. Then with her hand steadying herself with her fingers just above Paige's thigh and her thumb resting down near Paige's clitoris she scraped the carpet into the shape of pronounced but stubby arrow pointing down. Every time Paige tried to squirm away from the maddening thumb, Stephanie regripped and caused her even more distress. When she was done, Stephanie kept rubbing her fingers up and down her handiwork until Paige accepted the invitation to replace Stephanie's hand with her own. "There," Stephanie said pleased with her work, "doesn't that feel special?" Paige was sucking in her lips with a worried look when she nodded "yes." "See if there are any spots I missed." Paige needed to continue stroking herself not only to honor the service her host had provided, but to possibly sneak in a quick orgasm unnoticed to quell the tension built up in her body as well. Stephanie watched until she was satisfied that no more stubble was to be found and grabbed Paige's wrist to pull her to her feet. "Let's put the skirt back on to see if that did the trick." Paige couldn't believe it. It was like she had just stepped off of a roller coaster. Her head was swimming, her cunt was aching, and she had trouble keeping her balance in her heels. "Yep," Stephanie said from behind her, "all clear." Stephanie put a couple of fingers in through the top of the slit and moved them up a couple of times to see how much room was left before Paige's nether lips would be exposed. "Couldn't be any better." She reassured Paige who was surprised by the move and was up on tiptoes holding onto the vanity for balance. "Ooooo Pheeeew." Paige exhaled when the fingers stopped their dainty assault. "Are we done Stephanie?" "We're done." Stephanie confirmed. "But why don't you call me 'Ms. Fuller'. I think I'd like that. You had me call you 'Ms. Turner' at the store and you're only six years older than me." Paige was caught off guard, "Yes of course, Stephanie, I mean Ms. Fuller." "Good. Now we can go shopping." Stephanie said leading the perspiring Paige out of the bathroom. "Shopping!?" "Yes of course. How do you think we get the food to put on the table for dinner tonight?" Paige stopped and stood with one arm across her stomach and the other with her hand squeezing her forehead taking in deep breaths. Stephanie turned, "What's the problem?" Paige put her fingers tightly across her mouth before answering tearfully, "I can't go out in public looking like this." Stephanie's face grew red again, "You said you liked what I did for you. Were you lying? This is something I would wear. Do you really think you are better than me?" Stephanie said with her hands on her hips. "Well, I've got news for you sister; you're not better than me; in fact, you are less than me. You got that?" "I'm sorry Steph...Ms. Fuller, really I am." Paige quickly said trying her best to avoid further tears. "I'm just not used to going out looking this sexy in public." "Yeah, my handiwork does sex you up; I'll give you that. Now, let's go." Later that night Paige went straight to bed after dinner sad, exhausted, and confused. Stephanie climbed aboard Rod when they were in bed and discussed their day. She straddled her husband's lower abdomen resting her upper body with her forearms on his chest listening patiently to him as he told her about his day. When it was her turn she pushed herself up with straight arms and started to slowly hump his lower belly between thoughts as she recounted her day. "… It was like I had my own living doll to play with." Rod reached up to play with his wife's breasts as she talked. "When do I get to see your handiwork down there?" "So Roddy-Poo wants to play with my doll too, does he. What would the other boys say?" "Okay, I'll shut up. Go on." "The bitch was pretty mopy on the way to the store. She kept her arms crossed the whole way there. She is a little self-conscious I think. Do you really think I'm prettier than her?" "Of course I do Sweetie. Go on. Don't leave anything out." "Okay, so we get out of the car. I could see she left a wet spot on the leather. I guess the skirt I fixed for her doesn't work too well when she sits." "Like pee?" "No silly." "Oh. Go on." "So we are walking into the store and every time someone is behind us she speeds up and kind of walks sideways. She couldn't quite handle people seeing her legs right up to … you know. Anyway, it grew pointless because people found lame excuses to be following us everywhere we went. When I would ask her to get something from the lower shelves the lucky followers would see butt when she squatted because the skirt flared wide and high." "You do have a way with clothes." Rod said, his stiff cock knocking on his wife's butt crack every so often. "Yes I do. Then when I'd ask her to pick off the items from the upper shelves, she would have to unfold her arms to bring it down and that really seemed to mortify her. She really has a thing for her breasts." "We all have a thing for her breasts." "Hey." Stephanie said playfully slapping her husband several times causing him to briefly cover up. "Hey Babe, you've got the best chest in the house, in the county. You've got the best breasts I've ever seen." "And don't you ever forget that." "What else? Com'on, share." "Well, when we passed the aisle with stockings and stuff she picked up a pair of cheap undies and dropped it in the cart." "Presuming you'd pay?" "Exactly." "What did you do?" "I asked her just exactly how she planned to pay for them. She hemmed and hawed. The bottom line was that the last couple of bucks she had I took from her the first day as a down payment for my time and gas money when she pleaded with me to pick her up from the police station and I told her so." "What did she say to that?" Rod asked now propped up on his elbows. "Nothing. What could she say? I'll tell you what she did do though. She took another pair and stuffed it in the back waistline of her skirt when I wasn't looking." "She lifted it?" "She tried. And she might have succeeded except for the fact that part of it was showing out the top and I got someone from the store to notice." "Ut oh, more legal problems." "It could have been." Stephanie said now mounting Rod's cock. "But I couldn't have that, not while I am responsible for her." "What did you do? Oh Honey that's good." "I called a conference with the manager and struck up a deal." She said sitting up and down slowly on Rod's pole. "I, ah, ah, I explained a few things to him and struck a deal." "A deal? Oh yes, faster." "Yep. I got him to agree not to press any charges if he could see what the stolen panties were meant to cover." "You didn't?!" Rod said pumping up to meet his wife's moves. "Yes I did, and you should have seen the look on Paige Doll's face. It was priceless." "What did she do?" He said thrusting urgently. "What else could she do? She has nothing but problems and they are all her fault. Couldn't happen to a more appropriate person." Stephanie said rocking her head in time opposite to her body's movement. "She took off the skirt like I ordered her to do and a bra fell out too." "What happened with that?" He said the tendons of his neck sticking out prominently. "Well, the pimply faced manager now had to see what the cheap stolen bra would cover and my Paige Doll nearly fainted. Like I told you she has a thing about people seeing her tits. I don't know why, they are nearly perfect. Well, that manager was about to get the treat of his young life because when I made her take off the top and keep her anxious hands away so he could see everything, he thought maybe he had died and gone to heaven. Oooooo, that's it give it to me good. Oh yes baby, hit me with your best shot. Ah, unh, unh, unh, Oooooo Yesssssss that's the way to do me, you beautiful man!" They kissed passionately and luxuriated in place until shortly after Rod's cock had limped its way out to rest. Then in a cuddle Rod asked, "Was that it?" "Well mostly, I had her carry the sacks out to the car of course, and an eager guy came up to us and offered to carry them for her. He took them in his arms, but not without hooking his pinky finger in the tie of her Daisy-Mae. It didn't give, but it got me to thinking that maybe I should redo it with a Velcro closure instead. So that's what I did while you watched TV." "Good idea Honey." "Tomorrow I'm thinking about dying her hair blonder than mine and making her a total living Barbie Doll to play with." Comments are welcomed and appreciated: spunknwagnels@bigfoot.com To return to this story in the future and to read many others, bookmark the totally free "Spunk's Place" found at: /~spunknwagnels