Author: Spunk N. Wagnels
Title: (SNW) Perils of Paige Turner 8
Part: 8
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 and works to pay them
back.
Keywords: humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, forced nudity, nc

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Perils of Paige Turner 8
By Spunk N. Wagnels

(For continuity and greater potential enjoyment, it is probably best to
read the earlier parts in order first. See at bottom.)

Paige Turner swung her arms up and then down onto the bed at her sides to
feel the bed before opening her eyes. She was in the Fuller's bed, and they
were gone. When she sat up, the coolness of the air on her back cued her to
the fact that the sheets she had been laying on were damp.

She stood up, smelled under an arm, and headed straight for the shower.
When she was through, she combed her hair and realizing, as she looked at
the person staring back at her in the mirror, that being a blonde now
wasn't so bad.

She looked around her room for something to wear. Nothing. She went to
Stephanie's sewing room, but found it locked, so she went back to the
bathroom and wrapped a towel around her to go downstairs. 

She had overslept and Rod had already left for work. In Rod's place at the
table sat Kathy, her former employee.

"Good morning Paige." Stephanie greeted.

"Good morning, Ms. Fuller." Paige forced herself to say, and then she
hesitated, "Good morning Mrs. Roberts."

"Good morning, Paige." She replied.

Stephanie stood by Paige and pulled the towel away, "You don't need to wear
a towel around the house. You are among friends and there is nothing about
you we have not seen before."

Paige's instinct was to initially cover up, but quickly realized that it
would be futile and put her arms down.

"Kathy brought a present over for you."

Paige brightened.

"I told her you had no underwear, so she decided to give you one of the
swimsuits and will order a replacement from the modeling proceeds."
Stephanie said in an upbeat tone.

Paige went from elation to the disappointed side of neutral in a split
second. Kathy pulled the two-piece, sheer pink swimsuit from her lap and
handed it to Paige with a smile.

"Here, do you want to put it on?" Kathy said.

"Thank you, Mrs. Roberts." Paige replied trying to sound grateful.

She couldn't object. It was a baby step closer to having undergarments, and
Stephanie had already worn it out in public at a nude beach, so she took
the strings from Kathy and put them on. Stephanie and Kathy enjoyed
watching Paige go bowlegged to adjust the thin strip of sheer material over
her vulva with some frustration, and as she targeted the long narrow
triangles over her hardening nipples.

"There." Stephanie acknowledged. "We add another outfit to your wardrobe."

"Speaking of wardrobe, I couldn't find my clothes this morning." Paige
remarked.

"Oh, they're in the wash. I'm going to have you wear the overalls I fixed
for you today instead. Why don't you fix yourself some breakfast and I'll
go get them." Stephanie said patting Paige's shoulder.

As Paige fixed herself some eggs, Kathy asked, "Do you mind if I ask you a
question?"

"No, go ahead."

"You're what, in your late twenties?" Paige turned toward her and nodded.
"How can someone get to their late twenties with such a great pair of legs
and a matching body to die for like yours and be still be so bashful about
showing it off?"

Paige blushed. "Thank you." She responded as if it was rhetorical.

"No, seriously, how do you get to be your age and be so shy about dressing
attractively?"

"I think I already told you that people looking at my body fills my mind
with thoughts about my body instead of more important things that make a
person smarter."

"So attractive women who let people appreciate their beauty are dumber.
Isn't that sexist?"

"I don't mean to be. You and the others are beautiful and smart at the same
time."

"Paige, are you happy with your life right now?"

Paige hung her head.

"Do you have as many friends as you would like?"

"No." She admitted meekly.

"Well, do you think that separating your head from your body has anything
to do with that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You attract people to you with your body before they get to know you for
your mind, right?"

"Yes, I suppose."

"So I think you are forcing your head on people and denying them your
body."

"Here you go." Stephanie said walking in with a denim bundle. "Hey, what's
going on?" Looking at the sad and confused Paige.

"I was just telling Paige that she needs to connect her mind to her body to
get more out of life." Kathy explained.

"What, like starting to use her looks to get more of what she needs and
wants?"

"I was just thinking that you can be in more control of your life having
your head connected to your body and working together with it, that's all."
Kathy explained.

"You know Paige, she's right. It's like she's giving you the key to the
vault." 

Paige looked up at Stephanie in the eyes.

"You think that 'who you are' is your intellect, but that is only one part
of you. Really who you are is what you do, and that includes your body."

Stephanie sat down, "Come here in front of me." Stephanie pulled the sheer
long narrow triangles off to the sides of her breasts. Then she started to
rub and tweak Paige's nipples. "You see, you do nothing and I make them
hard."

Paige looked down at them embarrassed and humiliated.

"Now," Stephanie began again while taking down Paige's sheer g-string
bikini bottom to her knees, and then putting two outstretched fingers on
her pussy lips. "You can forget about your body and let me do what I want
when I want to you down here, or you can decide in your mind what is best
for you to do and will your body to move against my fingers at your own
pace."

Paige looked back and forth between Stephanie, Kathy, and Stephanie's hand
touching her pussy for a pregnant moment while a fiery passion built up
surpassing the humiliation and embarrassment Stephanie was putting her
through.

Kathy sat transfixed with her chin resting on the heels of her palms
staring at Stephanie's two upturned fingers resting between Paige's legs.
Stephanie too watched for Paige to respond and sat supporting her
outstretched arm with her other hand at her elbow.

The tension built up to the point that Paige tried a forward and back lunge
on the fingers, but stopped when the sensation caused her to quiver.

"There, you see? You can make things happen with your mind and body working
together or you can merely formulate some intellectual reaction in your
mind to whatever I choose to do to you." Stephanie said then started to
pinch and tweak Paige's right nipple causing her to swoon her body to the
surprise sensation. "Now you could let me do this when I choose to do it or
you could put your own hands on your tits and take control of it yourself."

The sexual tension of the night before cascaded down Paige's body as she
remembered being cocooned between the two naked Fullers unable to touch
herself for relief. And, with her hands now completely free, she put her
fingers on her own nipples, as if in a trance, and started to stimulate
them the way she liked to do it in private.

"There," Stephanie observed, "your mind is taking control and you are
getting what you want."

Paige closed her eyes and started to move against Stephanie's fingers while
she stimulated her breasts with her own hands. Stephanie looked at Kathy
and they exchanged devilish smiles.

Paige was at a point that she needed relief from the sexual tension built
up in her system more than the humiliation and embarrassment would prevent
her from acting in this manor, so she started to wantonly hump Stephanie's
fingers. 

Stephanie had a little fun with her living doll by lightening the pressure
and holding her fingers a little bit apart causing Paige to squat down for
more pressure and move around madly to get a finger centered on her love
button.

As soon as Paige started to make noise, Stephanie pulled her fingers away.
Paige humped air for a moment and then fluttered her eyes open and stood up
straight collecting herself.

"There, you see? When you let your mind work in sync with your body, you
can create anything you want."

Paige quickly pulled the bikini back into place and tried to act studious
to Stephanie's coaching, and pretending the moment before had not happened.

"Here, put this on and we'll go shopping." Stephanie said handing Paige the
bib overalls that had been cut like blue jean shorts.

Paige pulled it on and when she fastened the shoulder straps she felt an
obnoxious seam sticking up and rubbing against the Lycra suit with any
movement. When she started to fiddle with the adjustment of the straps to
lengthen them, she found them sewn.

"Is something wrong? We measured carefully." Stephanie asked.

"There seems to be a rough seam in the crotch area."

"Let me see." Stephanie said motioning her closer. She knew full well what
the problem was. She had cut the legs off so there would be nothing but a
thin strip of material which she had taken apart and resewn so the
feathered edges would stick straight up into Paige's crotch. "I see the
problem." Stephanie said hooking her finger over the thin strip of material
and grazing her knuckle along Paige's cunt as she moved it over the
unfinished seam. "I know what to do about that, but there is no time for
that now. Let's go."

They said goodbye to Kathy and Stephanie took Paige to the mall. When she
walked, Paige felt an electric sensation on her nipples and her crotch as
the material from the inside of the denim rubbed against the thin Lycra
stretch fabric.

Paige's body was already wound up from the kitchen so she asked if she
could just wait in the car while Stephanie shopped.

This caused Stephanie to reveal her surprise that they were there to buy
Paige some new shoes.

"We've got to get you at least one alternate pair, or these heels will fall
apart on you and you won't have any."

Paige bucked up against the distraction the sensations were adding to her
already tense constitution and followed Stephanie carefully into the mall.

The maddening of the denim rubbing her nipples and pussy through the
stretch fabric was only one of her problems. The bib overalls did little to
hide the shape and swell of her breasts from the side, and the shortness of
the overalls in back showed the beginning swell of her ass cheeks as she
walked.

In the first store they went into she was waited on by a woman who made it
obvious that she was disgusted with the way in which Paige was dressed and
they left to shop elsewhere.

"Do I really need to get another pair of heels? They make me taller than
most men. That was fine at work but now …"

"Heels are just what you need. With the way they make your legs and ass
look, you don't have to worry about being taller than most men, those Ken
Dolls will love you just the same."

In the next store they had a young salesman wait on them. He got flustered
showing Paige shoes from the display as he had a difficult time taking his
eyes off of her breasts peeking out the sides of the overall bib. He had
Paige stand on a metal measuring device and knelt down to adjust it. He
could feel the warmth of Paige's leg radiating onto his face and neck
prompting him to follow them up with his eyes as he announced her size to
her. When he saw the thin strip of material along her crotch and no visible
pussy hairs, he quickly looked away blushing and stood up looking away from
her. 

Stephanie asked him to bring out some three-inch cork heeled sandals in
Paige's size. When he returned the two were sitting holding the second shoe
they wanted to try. He sat down in front of Paige and dared not look
directly at the object of his attention with the two of them looking him in
the eye rather than at the sandals.

Paige was too embarrassed herself to recognize the power she was wielding
over him, but Stephanie enjoyed what was going on.

Paige wanted to wear the sandals out. They were more comfortable than her
business heels even though they were slightly higher. As they walked down
the mall, Paige whimpered and stopped. 

"Aren't those shoes okay?" Stephanie asked.

"There fine." Paige said with a worried look on her face and they proceeded
further.

Then Paige bent forward like she was about to barf and held onto
Stephanie's shoulder while she went through the throes of an orgasm.

"I guess those shoes ARE okay." Stephanie said pretending she didn't know
that her handiwork was the real reason why Paige lost control.

Later, at Michael's loft studio apartment Stephanie and Paige met with the
former employees of Paige's bookselling business to continue to work on
ways she could pay them back for the back wages she owed them. Stephanie
called the meeting to order.

"…and Gail old business, new business please."

"Well, we've been working on Paige being more comfortable being in front of
the camera and following directions in a camera shoot. We haven't used film
yet, so I guess the next step is taking real pictures." Gail explained.

Paige's face went pale and she had a sickly look about her.

Stephanie looked at her a moment and announced, "Let me offer you this.
This morning Kathy and I were talking to Paige about being bashful and
distant from people. And, I think Paige would be the first to admit that
she has a problem with her mind working in consort with her body, so today
I think we should focus on conscious movement rather than taking pictures
on film is that okay with you Paige?"

Paige looked back at her wide-eyed and relieved like she had just let out a
breath she had been holding. She would do anything rather than be
photographed with real film this day. "Yes," she confirmed, "I'd much
rather work on getting more in touch with my body than pose for the camera
with film in it today."

"Okay then, I propose we look at this problem from a standpoint we can all
relate to. Paige, how do we, I mean how did we sell books?"

Paige looked perplexed at the question.

"We sold the ones with the more attractive covers and based on the promise
of what the reader would find inside, right?"

"Yes, I suppose." Paige said cautiously.

"Of course we did. We all saw how people decided to buy a book. They looked
at the cover and title first and then looked at the promises on the back
and decided whether they wanted to mind with the book or not. Can we all
agree on that?"

"Of course." Kathy said for everyone.

"Well, advertising your cover first attracts their attention then flirting
communicates the promise of what they will find inside of you when they pay
attention to get to know you better. Right?" Stephanie said to Paige.

"Yes, I see what you mean." Paige acknowledged wanting to put her full
trust in Stephanie.

"I don't know how we can teach you flirting right here, except what might
come out of a performance intended to tease."

Paige gulped.

"Gail, do you have those videos?"

"Yes, right here."

"Good. Let's try this one, 'How to Dance for Your Man.' Michael, do you
think we could roll that cart with the monitor and all of your fancy
equipment into your studio and we'll practice for awhile while you guys
play cards or something, then we'll come out and give you a performance."

"Okay, Cool." Michael said.

"Can't we watch you practice?" James said almost drooling. 

"Only if you want to dance to the video and do a performance for us at the
end." Stephanie countered.

"No, I'm good."

When the video equipment was all set up, Michael and James reluctantly left
and went out to a bar for a couple of hours. Meanwhile, the girls joined
Paige following the lessons on a couple of videos teaching sensuous dance
and stripping for exercise.

When the guys returned, James called out, "You gals ready to give us a
performance yet?"

Just a minute said Stephanie, "Set up the video camera."

"What!?" Paige exclaimed alarmed.

"Oh, it's just so we can make a tape for you to have and review so you can
see what you are doing and better connect what you thought was happening
with what you actually see." Stephanie explained.

"Oh. You mean I get to keep the tape?"

"Exactly." Stephanie confirmed.

When the gals were through, they came out to find a video camera set up and
Michael and James sitting on the couch with the premier view of the open
space in the living room area. The girls sat next to and around them on the
arms of the couch and chair giddy with anticipation.

Stephanie stood next to Paige with her arm around her shoulder for the
introduction. Paige was wearing her favorite outfit, the pink leotard and
white lace bodysuit. Under that she wore her new makeshift underwear, the
wickedly brief, sheer, pink swimsuit. As an added touch, she wore the silky
scarf she earned at the beach folded in half making a triangle down her
right side and tied on her left hip to just hide the cameltoe made by the
puffiness of her labia and her pussy crease showing through the material in
front. She stood wringing her hands with stage fright but trusting that it
would be good for her to go through with it for the sake of her future. She
shifted her weight on alternate feet in open back and open toe clear
acrylic heels they picked up earlier as Stephanie spoke.

"Paige is going to do an exercise right now for you to help her get over
her inhibitions. Like a book cover, she is going to try and attract your
attention. Then she is going to try a be flirtatious to the group to
advertise the promise of what might be inside her cover if you were to
purchase her at the counter and take her home to get to know her better."

Ashley raised her hand to be recognized. "There are several of us and we
might all have a different subject in mind when we go to the store. How can
she appeal to all of our different interests?"

"That's a good challenging question. Well, I think that you will each need
to tell her what she should advertise to appeal to you. How does that
sound?" Stephanie asked the group.

"Works for me." Michael said and was seconded by the others.

Michael got up to stand by the camera, made some adjustments, and then
ducked behind the curtain for a couple of minutes while Stephanie talked
directly to Paige. 

"Okay, lets start the music." Stephanie ordered and Paige began to move.

She couldn't help but move stiffly and awkwardly at first. She was out of
touch with her body in the moment, and she knew that her breasts would move
provocatively under the thin clingy material of her bodysuit if she opened
up to much. The eager faces of her former employees weren't bothering her
as much as the video camera with the floodlight reminding her of its
presence. 

She kept staring toward the camera causing Stephanie to say, "Now you're
using your head again instead of your body. Just pretend the camera isn't
even there."

So, Paige closed her eyes and tried to recall elements of the instructional
videos and ended up hugging herself, pulling her arms up alternately up her
front and placing her hands on her rear end while she moved her knees and
hips like the instructor had done on the screen. 

"Keeping your eyes closed is okay for now; I know what you are trying to
do. No don't stop dancing. That's it. Remember, you are advertising. You
are flirting with a group of people so at some point you are going to want
to connect with them eye-to-eye, but if this helps you get into the basic
movement, then keep them closed for now." Stephanie instructed.

Paige started to get into a rhythm and toyed with opening her eyes but
still couldn't look her leering audience in the eyes.

"Okay now people. Let's help her advertise. What would you like to see
Kathy?"

"Well, I like to see those legs she used to keep hidden at the store. They
are amazing." Kathy remarked.

"Yes, I agree." Stephanie said. "And, I like these buns." She said putting
her hands on Paige's butt cheeks and giving them a playful goosing causing
Paige to briefly lurch. "Paige, why don't you turn away from the group,
take off the scarf and show us your dance from behind? That will advertise
for the two of us."

"And me." Said James.

"And James." Stephanie said out of obligation.  

Paige removed the scarf and held it around her shoulders. Then she turned
away from them and danced with a little more confidence not having to look
at any of them or the camera. Then she put her hands on her knees in a
partial squat sticking out her rear and wagged her tail at them,
remembering the move from the video.

Everyone applauded.

Paige was growing more encouraged. Then she bent all the way forward and
grabbed her ankles and ran her hands up the backside of her legs up to her
rear cheeks to more applause.

Then she tried to shake her booty Brazilian style with her hands over her
head and slowly turned doing it to face them, and they rewarded this
confident move with whistles, whoops, and applause.

She slowed down to a basic dance looking down with a bashful smile while
Stephanie asked, "Who else? … Yes, Ashley."

"I think she should advertise those nipples of hers. You used to be able to
see them in that outfit."

"She has foundation garments on this time." Stephanie explained.

"Well, if I were a guy I'd want to see them. They would show me that she
could suckle my babies that I might have with her." Ashley explained.

"Good point. Paige?" Stephanie said starting her off by hooking a finger
under one of the shoulder straps and sliding it down Paige's shoulder.

"But I don't want to show my nipples." Paige complained.

"Keep dancing. That's it. You're becoming a book with a different cover.
You were doing so well, now don't blow it."

Paige took the other shoulder strap down and danced hesitantly with her
arms out in front of her and the material being held in place by just the
jut of her breasts.

"That's it, don't do it all at once. The tease is part of the sale."
Stephanie coached.

Soon Paige realized that she couldn't dance that way forever, so she
reluctantly pealed the bodysuit down to her hips and danced topless save
for the two narrow triangle strips of sheer pink Lycra over her nipples.
She tried to hide her blushing by dancing with her head down and letting
her bleached blonde hair hang down around her face, but the redness showed
on her upper chest down into her cleavage as well to reveal her
embarrassment and humiliation to be forced to move seductively in front of
her former employees.

"I'm still not seeing the nipples." Ashley remarked. "They need to be free
and plumped out to advertise the promise of being able to care for future
babies."

Paige had no fight in her and she wanted to please Stephanie with her
cooperation, so she crossed her hands on the bottom of the bikini top and
pulled it up over her head in one smooth motion. Her immediate instinct was
to cover her nipples with her hands, but turned it into a plumpness check
with her thumbs and index fingers instead.

At first she danced demurely with her arms at her side while her former
employees leaned forward in their seats to get good eyefuls of her sexy
nipples capping her more than handful sized breasts. Then she put her arms
up over her head and tried dancing in an undulating wave from her knees to
the tips of her hands as she saw on the video.

This animated her audience again so she tried to put her hands on her hips
and continue the undulating as she slowly turned in place. This brought a
standing ovation from James and smiling applause from the others.

She knew what they all wanted. She had studied the video they played for
her in her disbelief. She wanted to be elsewhere, but she put her arms
close to her sides and then stuck out her chest and shimmied her breasts
while her face was turned off to the side with a sick and disgusted
expression on it.

When the moment calmed down to a steady dance, Stephanie asked, "You're
doing great Paige. Anyone else?"

"No, wait." Ashley piped up. "The nipples are fantastic, the moves are
good, especially since she has never done this before, but I'm a little put
off by the fact that she is not smiling."

Paige, she has a point there." Stephanie acknowledged. "Flirting is as big
a part of attracting good things to you as the design and presentation of
the package are. I think it is time in this exercise that you smile too. At
least make it look like it is turning you on."

"It is." Paige blurted carelessly but privately to Stephanie and forced a
smile for the audience as she continued to move to the music.

"Now, anyone else? … Yes James."

"If we are advertising childbearing here, I think showing the hips would be
important." 

The rest of the group seemed to second the suggestion.

"Okay. Paige? The bodysuit only halfway pulled down is confusing the
presentation of your hips. Why don't you just take the whole thing off?"
Stephanie suggested.

"But …" Paige started to say and corrected herself before turning things
ugly.

Then Paige shimmied the outfit down her hips and took to the floor to
remove her new shoes and the white lace stocking part of the bodysuit. The
remaining narrow triangle of sheer pink Lycra, which barely covered her
labial lips, was little consolation now that the rest of her clothes were
off. Paige felt totally degraded as she tried to get up from the floor with
her hands behind her only to have Stephanie hold her down with a hand on
her shoulder.

"Why don't you try some of the floor moves we did earlier?" She directed.

Paige knew that meant air humping open pussy shots among other things and
decided to stick her legs up and rub her hands up and down the inside
instead.

"Smile." Stephanie reminded.

Paige forced a sickly smile. Then she repeated the move with just one leg
up in the air, and then the other. She knew from her memory of what she had
seen that there were few possibilities left from this position so in an
effort to avoid humping her pussy up in the air, she cupped her breasts and
jiggled them. Then when she kissed each nipple, the group went ecstatic and
got up to stand around her with their applause.

They appreciated the initiative and demonstrated it as they all gave her
congratulatory pats on her body as she stood up smiling bashfully amongst
them. In short order they moved back, one-by-one to their original vantage
points and left Paige standing naked but for the nearly nonexistent bikini
bottom leaving her with nothing to do but to start up dancing again.

When Paige started to watch them as she danced, she noticed that they
primarily stared at her pussy, the one place between her legs that still
had any covering on it. She tried playing with her breasts to direct their
attention away from there. And, each time she tried something new like
lifting them alternately or wrapping the scarf around them, tweaking her
nipples or squeezing her tits together to make deeper cleavage, she found
that after the novelty wore off their eyes went to the bikini bottom she
still had on.

Remembering what Stephanie told her at the nude beach about how covering up
brought the wrong kind of attention, she put her thumbs in the elastic
string and slid the bikini bottom off in one fluid motion. Then when she
danced again, and their elated appreciation subsided, she found their eyes
roaming all over her body.

Unlike before, however, she felt she had controlled the situation and was
beginning to feel powerful and less vulnerable in her total nudity in front
of her clothed former employees. So when James asked that she get down on
all fours because he didn't know her very well and would like her to
advertise accepting him from behind she did it. 

Finally Gail observed, "Paige you are doing great. The lack of eye contact
and smiling leaves one big gap in the sales presentation." 

Paige stood still now that the music was off with her hands clasped at her
pubic area waiting for a shoe to drop.

"I think that if you don't say it with flirting, that you need to show it."
Gail continued.

"What are you saying, Gail?" Stephanie asked for everyone.

"That you are a sensuous creature, that a person could have a chance at
making you happy because you are responsive to his or her touch."

"Her touch?" Michael asked.

"You know what I mean. To the person picking out the book. If you're not
able to say you are sensuous and receptive through flirting, then you need
to show them I think." Gail clarified.

"What do you mean?" Paige asked timidly.

"The dancing is one thing and I think you've done very well for yourself in
that considering. But if you are not willing or able to flirt with
confidence to demonstrate your sex appeal, then you are left with having to
show it."

"That's cool." James added. "Some women flirt that they got it and they
don't."

"Maybe what they are saying is that actions speak louder than words. Why
don't you touch yourself." Stephanie suggested.

"Do you really think …"

"Remember the kitchen, you can pick up where you left off." Stephanie
whispered. "Your hands or mine." 

"Oooooo …" Paige whined then reluctantly grabbed her right breast with her
left hand and cupped her pussy with her right.

"That's it. Show the buyer how sensuous you really are, how easily you can
get turned on, how easy it would be for them to please you. Now lie down on
your back and imagine your lover embracing you. That's it. He' playing with
your breasts and he is stoking the fire between your legs. … Now try it
from behind. That's it, on your knees; he can reach deeper recesses of your
being. … Now move to this coffee table, on your back. Just lay back. Yes.
Now you are ready for him to take you home. That's it faster. He is
bringing it home for you. Faster, faster. Go ahead and scream. He'll like
that. Yes, louder, faster, louder, let it go, let it out. … There, now
you've shown him that he can please you. … Actions do speak louder than
words."

Paige eventually sat up and the girls sat around her on the coffee table
cuddle and console her while Michael and James fiddled with the equipment. 

Paige was too sensitive to put the overalls back on so she dressed back
into the pink and white bodysuit and drove home with Stephanie clutching
the videotape tightly to her chest for dear life.

Stephanie did most of the talking. "… and I'm going to teach you how to
flirt like an expert. We'll even take you to see how a pro does it, but
when you've learned it, Rod is off limits. Are we clear on that?"

Paige was nodding her head and then confirmed, "Yes of course, I'd never …"

"Just so we're clear."

At dinner Paige wouldn't even look up from her meal.

In their bedroom Rod checked in with Stephanie, "You're not tormenting that
poor girl are you?"

"Girl? What does that make me?"

"You know what I mean. I guess she's been acting like a girl lately. She is
so passive. I just want to be sure you are not doing anything to harm your
doll, in the process of playing with her."

"You really want to see what we did today and how far along I've come with
her?"

"Sure." He said like he was surprised but curious.

"I'll go get her."

Stephanie looked for Paige in her room, but she wasn't there. Then she went
downstairs and found her watching the video of her striptease from the
business meeting. She startled Paige when she approached.

"I'm glad to see you are taking this training seriously. As your teacher,
I'd have to give you extra credit for this study session."

"I was just …"

"It is good. I want you to watch as many times as it takes to get you
comfortable with who you are both body and mind. Now, I want you to do me a
favor."

"Yes. Anything."

"Good. Rod is worried about you because you act so sullen around him. He
doesn't understand what we are trying to do here."

"I'll try to be …"

"No, that's not the problem. I need him to see some progress. He is waiting
upstairs for me to show him that what we are doing is working out for you.
He is concerned about you as we all are, just in a different way."

"Thank you."

"Yes, of course, our pleasure. Now I need you to come upstairs and do for
him what you did on that tape today. Okay?"

"You want me to dance for him?"

"You already agreed to cooperate with my dressing or undressing you around
him. Now I'm just asking you move a little along with it."

"And that's okay with you?"

"Anything you do with Rod is okay with me as long as I am there,
understood?"

"Okay if you say so."

Following Stephanie up the stairs Paige asked, "Is this okay what I am
wearing?"

"He likes you in that pajama top. I've got an old friend of yours for when
you take it off."

Stephanie put in a Reggae CD in the player and announced Paige who was
standing demurely waiting for her time to begin. Then she crawled on the
bed next to Rod and rolled her hand forward to signal Paige to start.

Paige started dancing on cue with her elbows forward and her hands just
above her head listening to the music and not paying attention to the
Fullers on the bed. Stephanie was rubbing her hand on Rod's chest and grew
concerned that Paige was off in her own world, so she got up and reminded
her that it was okay to flirt with Rod because she was present.

Paige danced with her eyes open and watched embarrassed as Stephanie worked
her hand from Rod's chest down to his lower belly.  When she was
unbuttoning the pajama top Stephanie had her hand cupped on Rod's genitals.
When she pealed it off her shoulders Stephanie was fishing his genitals out
through the opening in his boxers.

Paige tried some of the moves she had learned and tried successfully
earlier in the afternoon. 

"Wow Paige, I'm impressed." Rod remarked.

Stephanie got up and retrieved the feather boa from her closet. "Here, a
friend of yours?" Then she returned to her bed and pulled her husband's
boxers down to his ankles. "Get him bothered and begging me for it." She
demanded in a domineering voice.

Paige worked the boa like she did her scarf from the prop segment on the
instructional video. She wanted to please her hostess and watched Rod's
semi flaccid penis as she danced for signs of hardening. She soon found
that as she turned herself on, it had the same effect on Rod's cock. The
feathers on her nipples were electrifying her crotch and the feathers on
her pussy made her head feel feverish and dizzy. 

She approached Rod's side of the bed and sent the electricity of the
feathers to the head of his cock as she trailed it back and forth over the
little soldier's helmet.

"Okay, okay, I give. Someone give me a hand here." Rod declared.

"Paige? Do you want to do the honors?" Stephanie asked.

"You want me to touch it?" Paige asked incredulous.

"As long as I'm here, it's okay. Here, I'll take the boa."

Stephanie stood up on the bed and started dancing to the same music while
Paige stared at Rod's cock.

"Seen a penis like that one before?" Stephanie said thinking that maybe
Paige hadn't seen an uncircumcised cock.

"Ah, I've never seen one this close up at all before."

"What?" The Fullers said in unison.

"I, ah, have only been with a man in the dark. I only know how they feel."
Paige confessed.

"Well, touch it then." Stephanie ordered without missing a beat in her
dance.

Paige pawed it and Rod eventually took her hand and wrapped it around and
moved it to show her how he would like her to stimulate him. Then both he
and Paige looked up at Stephanie who was pulling off her nightgown.

Paige looked up admiringly at Stephanie who was practicing what she
preached as she danced erotically and trying to turn her two observers on. 

She used the boa to tease and project her own stimulation onto Rod and
Paige. Rod was bucking against Paige's hand and Paige started stroking her
own pussy with her free hand. Stephanie talked dirty to the both of them as
she sawed the boa along her crotch and had her two bedroom companions
independently turned on as if she had them by two separate strings.
Stephanie concentrated on catching up whomever was behind in their arousal
with the other. 

Paige sat next to the Fuller's bed, one hand mechanically working up and
down Rod's pole, the other bringing herself to an impending orgasm, while
staring transfixed on Stephanie's sexy body working itself to a well-timed
conclusion. Rod started to quiver and Paige started to moan a worried tone.
Stephanie challenged herself to bring everyone home at the same time with
her.

Paige looked at Rod worried, he was beginning to act desperate and out of
control. Then he shot his load onto his stomach setting Paige off with a
squeal and her own orgasm leaving Stephanie to concentrate on her own
conclusion.

Paige lay down to luxuriate on the floor thinking about all of the new
experiences she was having since she moved in with the Fullers. She felt a
warm feeling flood her system appreciating the intimate moment they let her
share with them. She blushed as she remembered the feel of Rod's warm hard
cock in her hands, and she began to worry about  starting to feel strange 
feelings for Stephanie who had orchestrated the change in her.


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