Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: Perils of Paige Turner 5 Part: 5 Universe: Perils of Paige Turner saga 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, nc 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 5 By Spunk N. Wagnels (For continuity and greatest potential enjoyment,it is probably best to read the earlier parts first. See at bottom.) Paige Turner sat up in bed a little sunburned on her arms, the tops of her feet, and the back of her neck. She didn't sleep much during the night replaying the incident at the beach the day before over and over. She dragged herself downstairs in just the pajama top before even bothering to shower. "Good morning." She said to the Fullers sitting at their kitchen table. "You look a mess." Stephanie observed. "Didn't you sleep very well last night?" "No, I got to sleep, but I couldn't stay asleep." "How come?" Rod asked. "Oh, you know, just some things on my mind from yesterday." "Except for that one unfortunate incident, it sounded like a typical 'eye-opening' day at the nude beach." Rod said trying for a little levity to perk things up. "Yes, I suppose. Okay if I get some breakfast?" Paige remembered to say from the warning the other day. "Sure, help yourself." Stephanie replied pleased to hear the respect. "I'm going to eat this upstairs and get cleaned up. When can we go shopping for my clothes?" "Come back down when you're ready and we'll decide." "Okay." Paige said shuffling away. "Did you see that?" Stephanie said to Rod in an emphatic whisper. "What?" "That proves that the 'bitch' is still lying just below the surface of that pathetic conciliatory act." "What are you talking about?" "She said 'when can we go,' not, 'can we go sometime.'" Stephanie said clearing her dishes. "That's splitting hairs don't you think? It sounded polite enough to me." Rod said handing her his dishes and then wiping his mouth. "No, it proves the bitchy version is still lying low just waiting for a chance to come out." "Aren't you going to give her the benefit of the doubt? She might surprise you and change into a person you could be friends with." "Ha, that would be the day and I don't want you falling for her guiles either." "Come here." He said making his lap available. Stephanie settled in and put her arms around his neck. "You know you are the only girl for me." "But you're six years older than me and she's your age." "Honey, you are more woman than I can handle." He said and then kissed her. "Besides, I'm kind of into this doll idea of yours. As long as you don't do anything to hurt her I'm all for it and kind of interested in playing with it myself." "Oh you naughty, naughty boy." "The way I see it, she is so low down right now with no one else to turn to, that the attention we give her is a lot better than she would get from the world out there on her own. I just trust you when you say that there is the bitchy part in there still. She really made your life a living hell for months and mine too indirectly. Yeah, I can get into this doll idea for another couple of weeks based on the past alone." "Well then, you can play with us today if you like." "Oh goodie." He said squeezing her sides and shaking her body affectionately. When Paige returned Rod was reading the paper and Stephanie was writing things down on a pad. She was wearing her skirt with the gap in the back, but as low on her hips as possible, her yellow tube top under her Daisy Mae sleeveless blouse, and the only shoes she had, her heels. "When can we go, I really need some underwear." "Give us an hour. You can clean up the kitchen. Rod is going to go with us, since we are shopping for court and he is your attorney." "Okay." Paige said a little surprised that he would be willing to go. "Where are we going?" Paige asked from the backseat. "Well, you can't get much for a hundred bucks, so we're going to the "Value Mart". "Used clothes?" "You got a problem with that?" "No." Paige said resigned to it. "Follow me." Stephanie said leading the entourage. Rod followed Paige, trying not to be obvious about enjoying his wife's handiwork that created the gap in the back of Paige's skirt. "Here, try this on." Stephanie said holding a silky, cream colored blouse against Paige's front. "See, there is great stuff here." "Where are the changing rooms?" "They don't have any here. If you buy something that doesn't fit, I guess you're expected to just donate it back and get something else because everything is so cheap and all the money goes to charity." Stephanie explained. "But, in your case, I don't think we can afford to get the wrong size. Just do it right here. Rod and I will cover you. Look over there. That guy is trying on things right in the aisle. Let me help you." "No, wait." Paige implored Stephanie, who was undoing her top and ignoring Paige's plea. When she started to pull down Paige's tube top, Paige pinched her top with her two thumbs at her cleavage and to try and thwart Stephanie's tug unsuccessfully. "Hey, I would need a bra anyway." She argued panicked and holding her breasts in her hands while she crouched down below the racks facing Stephanie. "With this kind of material, it is much sexier to wear this top without a bra like with a blazer or something." Stephanie said taking a hand and putting it into the sleeve. "But this is for court. I don't need to look sexy." "Rod? Your department." "Well Paige, it depends on who your judge is going to be. I can find out for you tomorrow." Stephanie buttoned Paige's front while Paige waited with the back of her hand on her forehead frustrated and powerless. "There." Stephanie said and turned Paige around holding her arms at her sides so Paige wouldn't try and cover up again. Rod looked at Paige's nipples showing through the shimmering material like the end of tent poles holding up a shiny tent. He acted like he was contemplating the appropriateness of the garment and told the pouting Paige, "It looks absolutely stunning." "And versatile, don't you think?" Stephanie added "And versatile, yes." He confirmed. Stephanie turned her again and Paige moved with it like a reluctant rag doll. Stephanie unbuttoned and removed the blouse and draped it over Rod's arm holding that was holding the tops she came in with. When Paige reached, he turned ostensibly to look at other things for her while Stephanie turned her around again to show her another top. Paige was holding her hands across opposite breasts worried that someone might come by when Rod handed Stephanie a skirt. "Okay Hun, we'll see if it fits." Stephanie said and went for Paige's skirt. "No, I can't. I don't have anything on under it." "Keep it down, or you'll attract a crowd. We'll cover you in the aisles with our bodies. Now step into this." Paige was mortified and helpless. She couldn't run; the Fullers had her blocked. Besides, running in heels would make her nakedness more attractive to curious onlookers than a proud slow walk out the door. "No Honey it is too small for her." Stephanie said and let it fall and picked it up when Paige stepped out of it. Rod had laid Paige's things down on a rack behind him when he accepted the skirt back for rehanging. "Come down here." Stephanie directed before Paige could make an attempt to get past Rod. "I can make these into good pair of cutoff jeans for your wardrobe so you can do work outside." She said holding up a pair of dungaree overalls. Paige didn't feel comfortable with the two of the Fullers moving that far apart when they were supposed to be shielding her in the aisle. "Come on." Stephanie insisted but she had also moved across an intersecting aisle. Paige moved stooped towards her with her hand covering her pubic area and her other arm across her breasts and stopped at the intersection. "Can't you come back here with that?" "Come here you baby." Paige started across the intersecting aisle when she nearly toppled a little old lady walking across her path. "Well, I never!" The lady said indignant. "Excuse me." Paige said embarrassed and humiliated and continued on in front of her where a pair of jeans awaited her. The little old lady turned to watch. Paige tried on the jeans that were two inches too big for her and had to cinch them in while Stephanie looked. Paige turned and saw the lady standing there staring in disbelief and tried to cover her breasts peeking around the sides and hold the cinch for Stephyanie at the same time. She smiled a sheepish smile back at the lady while Stephanie grabbed material as if to measure and check the feasibility of modifying them herself. "Sure, I can fix this for you, You can take them off now." "What about something else I can put on first?" Just then Rod stepped in front of the old lady and she moved on mumbling when Rod blocked her view. "I've got a cart going. Do you want me to add those?" Paige knew that Rod had seen her in this situation before, but the fact that she was the only one naked except for high heels made her feel ashamed. "Sure Honey. Can you start adding up the tab for me too please? Thanks." "How much for those things in your hands?" "Call it thirty. Okay Paige, come with me we still have to get you a skirt for court unless you want to wear the one you already have." "No!" She said emphatically following Stephanie around the end of the aisle and back down the next one over. Her naked turn caught the eye of a couple of guys looking for oversized pants and they started to work their way over to the women's clothing section. Rod was already at the skirts. "What do you think?" He said holding up a navy and green plaid wraparound. "That would make me look like a catholic schoolgirl." Paige said putting down the choice. "If it's old man Otis on the bench, then this would be just the ticket with maybe a white blouse. We all know he is into that look." "There, you see, your first insider strategy to get you through the proceedings. Go ahead Honey, add it, it will fit. It wraps around." Stephanie ducked around to the next aisle back to get a blouse to go with it. That left Paige exposed from the intersecting aisle and the two guys that were pretending to find something for their girl friends. Their rouse was transparent as they copped looks at Paige's bum as she was turned hiding as much as she could with a better than average sized bosom and only two average sized arms. "Ms. Fuller, could we hurry please." She said insisting, but hoping by remembering to address Stephanie properly from the start, that Stephanie would recognize her urgency. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Just a … here we go." Stephanie said holding up a semi-sheer white sleeveless blouse with a younger girl's rounded collar. "Try this on." She said handing it over the rack to Paige in the next aisle. Paige was thankful for anything to cover herself from the gawkers still playing their game of browsing down the aisle from her. When she had it buttoned she grabbed a hanging skirt and pulled it up in front of her as she turned to let Stephanie see the blouse on her. "Yes, I think that is what Rod has in mind for Judge Otis." Delighted she could still see Paige's breasts through the material. "That will work for Otis if he's sitting on the bench. I got some pantyhose for you if it is Bev Willet. Then maybe this fancier skirt to go with the first blouse and this button up sweater or something?" "My aren't we the fashion expert." Stephanie playfully teased. "Well, I notice these things in court." "No need to explain." She said whispering with warm moist breath in his ear. "It's fun dressing up dolls, isn't it?" Rod blushed. She liked being able to do that to him. "So how are we on the budget?" "I calculate a dollar over." "Then we should lose the hose." Stephanie said. "No!" Paige blurted, wanting the cover it would provide her. "Excuse me?" Stephanie said sensitive to any signs of strength from the formerly bitchy Paige Turner. "Now, now, ladies. The hose is my treat. Com'on follow me. Your clothes are over here in the cart." Then walking with his wife, "That's okay Honey, isn't it?" "It's okay Sweetie." She said playfully slapping his arm and smiling. "You're doing good at this." Paige dressed hurriedly with several patrons craning their necks around the Fullers to see what they might see. They checked out and it was a dollar, fifty over but Rod assured Paige that it would be okay. In the car ride home Rod saw Paige pouting in the rearview mirror. "What's the matter? You don't look like someone who has just more than doubled her wardrobe." "I just thought I would have more say in it. After all, it was my money." Stephanie's head turned to the back slowly as steam built up and she exclaimed sharply, "What?!!" Paige nearly jumped out of her seat. "I uh, uh, I uh, mean I earned it didn't I?" "You had to earn it." Stephanie replied pumping up the volume. "You ungrateful bitch. That was money meant for the group, people you purposely screwed and I, acting as their general manager, decided to help YOU with some of that money for clothes to wear to court so YOU might get your license back and stay out of jail. Those aren't your clothes they belong to the group until you pay us back every last cent." Stephanie took a few heated breaths. "I have a mind to donate them back in your name and add the hundred dollars back to your tab." "Ladies, ladies. Peace." Rod said. "Don't be so hard on her. She has a lot on her plate." "She needs to show some more respect for what we are doing for her. From now on, you don't get to wear any of the clothes I've given you without permission." "What should I wear then?" Paige said in tears. "The clothes you came in. If they wear out, get torn, or too dirty, that's your problem." "Paige, don't worry she doesn't mean all that." Rod said and then got seriously slugged in the arm by his wife. "Owwww." He said rubbing his arm "Don't you say what I mean. I've had enough disrespect and crap from this bitch over the last six months to last a lifetime." "Okay, okay. Let's just get home in peace." When they got in the house Stephanie opened the Daisy Mae top, pulled the tube top down to the ground and pulled it against the sides of her heels causing Paige to step out or lose her balance. Paige looked horrified at Stephanie for a moment and ran upstairs to her room and shut the door to give herself a good cry. "Maybe I should continue to play the good cop and go up and see how she's doing while you stay here and calm down. "That 'good guy - bad guy' crap works great doesn't it." Stephanie said smiling. "If I'd known it was this much fun playing dolls with the girls, I wouldn't have spent so much time playing football and baseball with the guys." Rod went upstairs and pushed the guestroom door open. He stared for a moment at Paige sobbing on her bed. She hadn't bothered to close her top and her arms were close in at her sides keeping the pressure off her breasts and her hands covered her face. Her feet were dangling off of either side of the corner and her parted legs sent his eyes up the channel they created to her completely shaved pussy lips staring back at him. He bit his curved index finger tensely reminding himself to play well with others and moved up to sit next to her on the bed. Then when she didn't ask him to leave he put his hands on her shoulders and started to massage away her tension. "Paige, don't worry too much about this. Stephie will get over it and soon. She just needs to calm down." He knew Paige was listening because she started to sniffle. "I don't know if you realize how much she liked working in a bookstore." He said moving the massage out to her shoulders. "She also likes to help people and you probably recognized both of those qualities and relied on her to do more than just punch in, do the job, and punch out." Paige propped herself up on her elbows and continued to listen and sniffle. She didn't mind that he had put his hands under her top and was now massaging her shoulder blades. "She describes it as being treated like a personal assistant at the best moments and a gopher at the worst." Paige arched her head up as he worked on some of the vertebrae in her back. He got a little closer and worked the massage from the center out to her sides. "I think when things were going bad for you near the end, you counted on her to clean up all of your messes; she regrets she didn't have the guts to quit back then." He moved down to her low back. "It really hurt her and the others to be strung along for the last two weeks and then not get paid." "I know. I'm really sorry." Paige said tearing without the crying. He surprised her and moved to her upper legs working down. "I'm going to help you get through court and I can even look to see if your rights are being protected in the receivership if you want me to. "Yes please." She said wiping her nose and her eyes on the tail of her top. He alternated legs as he worked his way down. "One thing I've found with Stephanie is that she has strange ways and outlooks sometimes, but if I go along when it is at its strangest, I find myself going on a wild ride and better off for having ridden it." He said massaging her calves and ankles. "If you'd like my suggestion, I'd let up and go along for the ride and see where it takes you." He said massaging her feet. "Can where you end up be any worse than it is for you right now?" He said massaging between her toes. "Thank you." She said sitting up all red and puffy, reaching for his neck, and hugging her hard nipples into his chest. As she unfolded her embrace, she lowered herself back to the bed twisting her upper body toward him, supporting herself on her elbow and pulling her top together with her other hand. "Let's go down and make some lunch, okay?" He said giving her a playful smack on her butt. When Paige came downstairs she had splashed water on her face and put her hair up in a ponytail. She sat down but didn't look at either of her hosts. Stephanie put a sandwich, potato salad, and some carrot slices down in front of her and Paige thanked her, but she said nothing more until Stephanie asked her if she would be willing to even out her tan in the backyard with her. Paige's immediate instinct was to ask if anyone would be able to see them, but she said "Sure, okay," instead. Paige cleared the table while Stephanie smiled at Rod. Once outside Stephanie set up two chairs right next to each other pointing into the direction the sun would be setting. She laid out some towels on the chairs and they each put lotion on each other's backs. When they were through lathering the rest of their bodies they lay on their stomachs while Paige tried to think of something to say to break the silence. She looked over and as if by automatic speech she said, "I think I missed a spot on your back," then she sat up on the lounger next to Stephanie and started to massage her shoulders. "MmmMMmm. That feels nice." Which was the first pleasant thing she had said to Paige since the car. Paige was encouraged so she expanded the rub. She did broad sweeping strokes up the centerline, over the shoulders and down the arms. "Where did you learn to do this?" Stephanie asked dreamily. "I want to apologize." "It's okay. I know you can't help it." Paige didn't really understand what Stephanie meant so she left it as meaning her situation, then stood straddle over the chair to get better leverage of her whole back. "I mean I am really sorry. I'm old enough to control myself better than I have done. If you'll be patient with me when I make mistakes, I will try harder to do what you need me to do." She said including a little upper butt cheek in her sweeping strokes. "ummMMmm. And I'll try to count to ten before I react and maybe save us some of this anguish." Stephanie replied. Paige reversed the straddle facing toward Stephanie's legs and continued the long sweeping strokes up and down her legs. "And I hope you can learn to trust me when I ask you to do something that you are uncomfortable with when I think it will help you grow and make you better equipped to deal with the stress and difficulties you have in your immediate future." "Yes, I will. I will try very hard." "Like, if I asked you to open the front door completely nude. Would you do that without an argument if the reason was to stretch your envelop out so you could handle less daunting tasks." Paige stopped her stroking a second. "You mean open the door without anything on, not even the apron?" "The apron can protect you at the stove, but it can also be a crutch when you use it to answer the front door when you are still not comfortable doing so without it. Do you see?" Paige was still, pausing to think, "I guess so. Why do I need to be able to open the door naked again?" She said and resumed the stroking down to Stephanie's calves. "It's not so much that you need to be naked to open the door as much as it is you need to be able to open the door naked if you ever had to. That is what being a successful model would be all about, being able to do anything asked of her, no matter how strange, as long as no harm is done." "I think I understand your point. It's just really scary for me. I never pictured myself as a model and I'm still unsure that I will be able to live up to your expectation for it." "Now that I understand." Stephanie said turning over onto her back. "That was honest, but you implied you'd give it a try and that is all that I've been asking of you in so many ways." Paige brightened. "I think you are unhappy being uptight and that brings you problems, and then you get frustrated with the problems and that's what makes you bitchy. It has been frustrating to try and beat the uptightness out of you, but if you trust me and we work together, I think you can make the most money in the shortest period of time and get your life back together again. And, I might add, as a sexy confident woman ready to take the world by the tail." Paige sat down with her hands on her knees to contemplate the validity of Stephanie's insight. "Do you really think this is the way to go for me, or are you just saying that to make me look foolish and get back at me?" "The only time you'll look foolish is when you resist the lesson plan." Stephanie said and put one foot down on the ground and swung her other leg over to rest her ankle on Paige's knee. "Leave the design of that to me. Now, do you see where I might have missed any spots on the front?" Paige sat like a deer caught in headlights staring at Stephanie's bald pussy winking back at her. Stephanie wiggled her toes and Paige unconsciously put her hands on Stephanie's foot and rubbed now looking alternately between Stephanie's breasts, cunt and foot embarrassed she couldn't look at Stephanie in the eyes as she continued to talk. "Would you do anything I say, as long as it didn't hurt you in anyway?" Paige stood bent over and placed Stephanie's ankle on her shoulder while she rubbed her leg. "You're talking about helping me get over my inhibitions, right?" "Strictly. But also to help you live life a little more, create some memories, do things you've never done before." Paige started pawing at Stephanie's leg and bringing her fingertips closer and closer to her pussy with each stroke and … "How are you ladies doing?" Rod said, coming outside with some lemonade. Paige put Stephanie's leg down and sat back with her hands on her breasts. "Here you go." He said handing his wife a glass. "And, here you go." He said handing one to Paige. "My, that's going to create quite an interesting tan pattern on your breasts." He said trying to make light of the fact that Paige was still acting so modest in his presence. Paige removed her hand and took a drink. "I was going to drive the cars over to the car wash, but then I thought maybe we could just all pitch in and do it here." "Paige, why don't you put on the tube mini and the shorty tee and help Mr. Fuller. The clothes are in the sewing room." "I'd be happy to." She said trying to start out on a new foot. The Fullers observed her walk to the house first with her hands on her breasts, and then watched her take them down to her sides and go the rest of the way practicing being proud of her nakedness. They gave each other a quiet high five and Rod left to get things ready. Paige joined Rod in the front looking in all directions for anybody outside that might be able to see her in the too short tube mini skirt and too short half tee shirt. Rod had set up a couple of chairs on the lawn facing the cars and started to instruct Paige on how he wanted it done. Stephanie came out in a tee shirt and shorts and sat for a moment with him while they watched the tall, fake blonde bend and stretch to suds up the car. There was no way she could avoid flashing her pussy and showing upshirt views of her breasts as she reached over the hood or down the sides. Paige almost didn't care. It was a beautiful day, she seemed to have repaired her relationship with her hosts, and she was on assignment to learn to lighten up about letting people see her body more. "Here, I'll help you with that." Stephanie said and picked up the hose. Paige was delighted to have the company. Stephanie followed Paige around the car rising what she had soaped up. When Paige bent down to soap up the bumper around the front corner of the car, Stephanie squeezed the handle to make the water change from flowing in a scattered pattern to flowing in a stream and aimed it at Paige's pussy that was winking back at her from between her legs. "Ooooo!" Paige squealed, shooting straight up and bringing the sponge around to stop the stream. She looked at Stephanie and determined that she was being playful and threw the soapy sponge at her laughing, "Why you." Stephanie took the hit on her cleavage and sucked in her breath at the sudden cold wetness and then gathered her wits and started shooting a steady stream at Paige who yelped and darted for the other side of the car. They played a game of cat and mouse dancing from one side to the next. Stephanie charged Paige with the hose when Paige started to reach for the bucket and Paige squealed as the water forced the now transparent top up off of one of her breasts. Rod turned off the water on Stephanie who stood shocked and then panicked when Paige saw her chance to get her back with the bucket. She picked it up and Rod turned the water back on so his wife could defend herself with the spray trailing up and down Paige's body from her pubic area to across her breast and back down again. Paige tipped the bucket accidentally on herself and stood surprised and defeated as Stephanie wound down her assault on her. Paige shook her arms out away from her body to shed as much water as she could while Stephanie pulled the wet tee shirt away from her own breasts, and for a pregnant moment they all stood and looked around at the soapy, wet devastation they created. Then they burst out laughing and all three huddled loosely with their arms on their shoulders. Stephanie and Paige continued to laugh when Stephanie took the nozzle and sprayed it down Rod's pants. A couple of nosey neighbors came by that the Fullers had little patience for and the three excused themselves to clean up leaving the couple hungry for more. Later in the kitchen Paige made dinner under Stephanie's supervision. Stephanie asked, "Was that so bad being in the front yard practically naked with people coming by to see you?" "You know, I've always felt that attracting people to look at my body would make me grow dumber, but you pull it off. You're pretty, you show yours off, and yet you still have a lot on the ball." "Thank you, Paige." Stephanie said with sincere appreciation. Later that night Stephanie jumped on top of Rod's legs as he lay on his stomach reaching over and setting the alarm for the workweek ahead. She pulled his boxers down and gave his butt a couple of amorous swats. "Turned the water off on me did ya?" She said and started to tickle his sides making him squirm and do a muffled groan-laugh into his pillow. Then she started to squeeze his flesh between his neck and his shoulders. "How did my big strong man like playing with my doll today?" "I should have grown up a girl. It was fun." "I'm glad you didn't." Stephanie said clawing her hands into the strong muscles of his back. Then clawing his butt cheeks she continued, "I want to thank you for helping me with her attitude adjustment this morning. You moved right in to that good cop role as if I had given you a playbook to read." "I like to do my part." He said reaching under to adjust the position of his hardon. Slap! Her hand came down hard on the right butt cheek. "Hey, what was that for?" "I have one beef with you though," She said going back to grabbing at his flesh, "I had Barbie just ready to kiss me where it counts when you stepped in and took her away to work on the cars." He put his head up with a questioning furrowed brow, "Hunh?" "You know, out back in the sun, she was primed and moving in on the target. I think I could have gotten my former boss to kiss my ass or better, so you owe me. You owe me big time." "Oh, saR-Ree." He said apologetically now that he understood. "Time to roll over and try to pay me back right now." Stephanie lifted her knee as he rolled over toward the middle of the bed. He propped up his head with pillows as she straddled his head and sank her warm moist cunt into his face. He started to go nuts lapping and sucking on her pussy. He could feel her hard nipples dragging across his chest as Stephanie danced her head around his genitals and pretended to be trying to gobble them up. "You'd better do me good and be prepared to do me long, Buster, because you aren't getting off until I have cum as many times as is necessary for you to pay me back." Comments are welcomed and appreciated: spunknwagnels@bigfoot.com To return to this story in the future and to read the earlier chapters, visit and bookmark the totally free "Spunk's Place" found at: /~spunknwagnels