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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2006 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of October 
2006)

Chapter 13

Monday had come again and Jim had left for work more than two hours 
ago.  Brenda was expecting the TV crew to come around for a 
brainstorm session for the next week's show.  She knew that Thomas 
was busy editing and providing voice overs for what they had filmed 
the week before, which would go on the air this coming Wednesday from 
seven until eight in the evening.

But the crew had not arrived nor had they called her since Thursday 
when they had last discussed what scenes to put in and what to leave 
out for the season premier.

When the mail man came and went at 11:10, Brenda lazily made her way 
out to the sidewalk in her bathrobe.  Bills bills and more bills 
greeter her, along with a lingerie catalog which Rajiv had 
practically insisted she look at.  She made her way slowly back up 
the walk to her front door, glancing at the impossibly skinny and, to 
her mind, pitifully under-endowed models in the frilly, silky, lacy 
outfits.  She wondered why a company trying to sell sex and breast 
support used such waifs who had nothing going on up front that was 
worth showing.

She sank into a lounging position on the sofa by the large front 
window and thumbed through the remainder of the catalog.  Oh well, 
they did have some very nice looking outfits and she was certain she 
could make them look even more enticing.

It was after noon when the phone rang.  Brenda answered it and was 
rewarded with camera man Ivan's voice.  "Hey there Brenda, this is 
Ivan.  Listen, we're not going to be able to make it over today, but 
that is okay because the second crew will get a chance to work with 
you."

"Second crew?"

"Yes, we have two camera crews here at Channel 69.  You will work 
with both crews depending on time of day.  The second crew mainly 
works on night shots while we mainly work on day shots."

"I see.  So are we filming at night tonight?"

"I do not know.  You might.  That depends on what you decide to do 
for next week's show.  We have enough material already that we can 
start next week's show with, but you will be doing other things as 
well.  You will have to decide when and what to shoot.  But their 
names are Roger and Kimberly."

"Kimberly?  A woman?"  Praise the lord, she thought.

"Yes, she is a woman.  She does camera work because she refuses to be 
in front of the camera."

"Oh, I think I see them pulling up right now in the van," Brenda said 
as she watched through the large front window as a shiny van with the 
Channel 69 logo pulled to a stop.  "Ivan, it's been a pleasure 
talking with you.  Give my regards to Thomas and Rajiv."  She hung up 
and rushed to open the door.  She greeted a short man - he looked 
like a villain out of some superhero comic; low slightly bulging 
brow, close set eyes and an almost perfectly round dome of a head - 
and a tall stick of a woman who wore her tar black hair in a pony 
tail drawn over her right shoulder.  The woman, presumably Kimberly, 
wore a pea green sleeveless shirt, long dark tan skirt and sandals 
while the man wore a white collared shirt with navy blue slacks and 
brown loafers.

"So...  you ready?" Kimberly asked with disdain.

"That all depends on what we're doing," Brenda replied with a shrug.

"Well I figured we'd drive around a bit and get a feel for places you 
can do weird shit over the next few weeks.  Get to know the area a 
bit so if you get in over your head at any time you know where to 
find a safe spot."

"Oh," Brenda laughed.  "I've lived here pretty much my entire life.  
I know the area like the back of my hand.  Besides, the guys never 
gave me a chance to find a `safe spot' before.  They just took me 
somewhere and told me what they wanted to see and I did it.  It was 
really exciting not having a backup plan, but scary at the same 
time."

"Mm, I'm sure," Kimberly replied dryly.

Brenda invited them both in for lunch.  She was getting hungry 
anyway.  They both refused offers of food but obliged Brenda by 
accepting a drink.  As they talked about the two previously aired 
shows where Brenda had been at the mercy of Thomas' crew for 
increasingly embarrassing dares with increasing monetary rewards if 
she completed them.  Roger suggested they revisit the city park.  He 
had liked that scene the most because it was so innocent, 
comparatively to some of the other dares Brenda had taken, and yet 
was so public and taboo.

It was nearly 1:30 in the afternoon when the trio agreed on their 
course of action.  Brenda rushed upstairs to get dressed to go out, 
though whether she would be dressed when she returned was yet to be 
determined.

Taking Roger's advice, they visited the park.  This time Brenda was 
to go in fully clothed and spend some time innocently playing on the 
playground equipment near the southern edge.  By fully dressed they 
meant sandals, a knee length blue skirt and a very loose white knit 
top with no underwear.  Roger and Kimberly would go in first to setup 
the cameras as if they were simply filming an afternoon in the park.  
Brenda would come down from the North side of the park to play and 
would happen to be caught in revealing positions by the cameras.  To 
this effect, Brenda drove herself to the park and waited for the 
specified time.  At two o'clock sharp she made her way through the 
rather small, square park to the swings just south of a group of 
trees at the park's center.  She sat her bare ass on the warm, 
pliable plastic swing with the back of her skirt hanging down behind.

As she pulled on the heavy chains of the swing and hefted her weight 
forward and back to gain altitude, Brenda's skirt began to rise to 
reveal more and more thigh.  By the time she was swinging as high as 
the overhead bar, her skirt was blowing up around her waist, exposing 
her shapely milk white ass and recently trimmed brown bush.  Kimberly 
occasionally checked through the camera's viewfinder to ensure she 
was getting a good shot of the woman's privates.  Brenda began to 
spread her legs and lie back each time she came down and forward.  
Not only did this further expose her lower femininity but it also 
allowed the rushing air to puff up her loose knit top for the 
occasional very quick glimpse of firm round breasts.

After several minutes without drawing any attention, Brenda slowed 
her swinging until she could safely get off.  She then moved on to 
the jungle gym to climb and hang upside down by the knees for a 
while.

As Kimberly repositioned her camera, it was Roger's turn to ensure a 
good view as Brenda made her way carefully to the topmost bar of the 
jungle gym where she hooked both legs over and let her body descend 
backward.  This quickly had the desired effect as Brenda's loose top 
and skirt both cascaded quickly downward (or upward, from her own 
perspective) to leave her pussy and breasts completely exposed.

"Ha ha ha!" she laughed aloud, relishing the naughty feel of hanging 
out (literally) in a public park but this time on her own terms.  She 
let her arms hang straight down but quickly saw the error of her ways 
as her top slid completely off her body.  Now dangling by her knees 
upside down with her skirt up around her waist and no top whatsoever, 
Brenda felt a pang of uncertainty and dread.  She could not simply 
drop down to retrieve her top; she would break her neck.

Instead she pulled her body upward with her strong abdominal muscles 
until she could grip the topmost bar with both hands, then carefully 
swung one leg at a time back and free.  Her skirt quickly fell back 
into place but now she hung with her arms over her head and her large 
tits still thoroughly exposed.  She let go of the bar and dropped the 
couple of feet to the sand.

Brenda saw her white knit top scooting along the ground.  Puffed up 
by a gust of wind and acting as a sail it head straight for the rusty 
old merry-go-round.  She gave chase but was too late.  The shirt 
slipped into the narrow space between the grass and weeds and the 
rusty metal circle.

Kimberly took a moment to figure out what was going on but soon got 
her camera over to the edge of the merry-go-round and hoped she could 
get a shot of Brenda's shirt under there.  Brenda meanwhile was on 
her hands and knees, breasts on the grass, peering under the device.  
She could just make out her shirt almost at the center of the circle 
where it had apparently caught on some twig or maybe a rusty old 
metal support.

There was no way any of them would be able to retrieve Brenda's top.  
For one thing it was at least four feet away and the longest arm they 
had access to was Kimberly's at no more than two and a half feet 
fully stretched with fingers extended.  There simply was not enough 
room under there for anyone to crawl in, either.

"It's a lost cause," the female camera operator said.

"Damn!" Brenda exclaimed.  "Time to go," she added as she crossed her 
arms over her chest and rushed North toward her car.  Kimberly 
decided it best to follow her to catch some additional footage.  She 
told Roger to meet them back at Brenda's house and ran with her 
camera cradled in both arms.

Brenda reached her car and hopped in.  She pulled the seatbelt across 
herself, taking some small relief in the narrow band of fabric over 
one breast.  When she saw Kimberly at the passenger door, she reached 
over to unlock it and let the woman in.  "Where to?" she asked with a 
laugh.

Kimberly got in and immediately aimed the camera at Brenda as she 
fumbled to cover one nipple again with the seatbelt.  "Why don't we 
head on back to your place, but first let's stop for a burger, okay?"

Brenda stared with open mouth at the black haired woman.  "You 
weren't hungry when I offered you food and now you are?" she gasped.

"Ha ha, no.  I just want to see you go through the drive through like 
this.


Chapter 14

"Okay, so a burger it is.  Oh how I suffer for my audience," Brenda 
mused as she pulled away from the park.  She crouched low in her seat 
so as not to draw too much attention to the fact that she was 
completely topless.  Oh sure, it gave her a thrill but she didn't 
want to get into trouble with the law.  It was bad enough that she 
was making a trip out of her way and would be so exposed for at least 
an extra ten minutes.

There was one freeway which ran through the town.  Actually it marked 
the border between her city and the next over to the East.  Brenda's 
favorite burger place was just on the other side of the freeway and, 
without really thinking about it she had simply driven straight 
there.  The light at the last cross street before the freeway was red 
when Brenda pulled up to the intersection.  She saw an older man 
standing on the concrete island between the two sides of this four 
lane road.  He held a bundle of long stemmed roses in each hand and 
waved them at passing cars.  A white plastic bucket by his feet held 
several other bunches of flowers he was selling there.

"Hey, here's an idea," Kimberly said with a wicked grin.  "Why don't 
you buy some of those flowers?"

"I didn't bring any money with me."

Kimberly's left hand went to a side pocket of her tan skirt.  She 
produced a wad of small bills.  "Here, pay with this."

Brenda groaned but she was at least glad that Kimberly hadn't said 
"pay him by letting him feel your tits," or something equally silly.  
So she rolled down her window and yelled out to the man, "Hey mister, 
give me a half dozen of those roses."  He turned and stepped toward 
the voice but stopped in his tracks when he saw the beautiful young 
woman with her breasts exposed waving money at him.  Was this a dream 
come true or what?  What was the chance that she had no bottoms on, 
too?  He took another step closer and saw with sadness that she wore 
a skirt down to her knees.  But still, those breasts were perfectly 
shaped.  "How much for half a dozen?" Brenda asked.  The man did not 
respond so she asked again.  She could see the cross street now had a 
yellow light and knew she would soon be holding up traffic.

"Uh... ten dollar," the man said.  Brenda fumbled with the dollar 
bills and found a five and five ones to hand to the man.  He took it, 
his eyes still glued to her chest, and pushed a full dozen roses 
toward her.

Kimberly spouted off again by saying, "Have him rest the flowers 
between your tits."

Brenda groaned and rolled her eyes.  She now had a green light and 
the car behind her, thankfully it was only one car, was honking its 
horn.  Oh if only that guy back there knew, she thought.

"Please sir, would you slide the flowers down between my tits?"  
Brenda pulled the strap of her seatbelt forward to give him better 
access.  He leaned forward and carefully slid the dethorned stems 
down between those beautiful big breasts.  He then fumbled with the 
flowers with both hands to straighten them up...  and to get a quick 
feel of the woman's tits.  He wondered if they were real.  They 
looked too firm and round, but they certainly felt real.  Then again, 
he had never felt fake tits, that he knew of.

The car behind them honked again, this time in one long blast.  
Brenda pushed down on the gas and burned rubber through the 
intersection and under the freeway.  As she did so, she grabbed the 
dozen roses and tossed them into the back seat.

Now safely away from the flower peddler and the annoying other car, 
Brenda turned into the drive thru of her favorite fast food burger 
place.  She was the only car in the drive thru but saw three others 
parked in the small lot.  She glanced once at Kimberly to see if she 
would suggest going in instead of driving through, but the camera 
woman merely filmed her as she drove slowly around to the back.

Brenda ordered her usual; a hamburger with only mayonnaise, pickle 
and onions and a small order of fries.  When asked if she wanted 
anything to drink with that, she couldn't think.  Her anxiety at what 
might soon happen was getting the better of her, but she soon found 
her voice and said, "Yes please, a medium diet cola."  She was 
feeling only slightly relieved that the window person sounded to be a 
woman.

The way the woman swallowed her words in saying, "Your ordah comes ta 
three seveny-nine at the firs winnow," had Brenda thinking of some 
gangsta wanna be young black girl she might see as guests on any of 
the bad daytime talk shows.  Indeed when she pulled up to the first 
window, she found a young black woman, perhaps twenty years old, with 
long braided hair and evenly spaced streaks where her scalp was 
clearly visible.  The woman took one look down at Brenda and said, 
"Damn girl, you bettah get yoself home and put some clothes awn.  Be 
drivin' in here with yo big ol' boobies hangin' out.  Shit."

"I'm sorry," Brenda said.  "It's a dare thing.  I lost a bet."

The woman took Brenda's five dollar bill, borrowed again from 
Kimberly, and gave her back a dollar and twenty-one cents, which 
Brenda handed back to Kimberly since she herself had no pockets.  She 
then pulled forward to the second window to pick up her order.  She 
sat for over a minute before anyone came to the window.  When they 
did, she saw two teenage boys with those silly paper hats employees 
here often wore.  They stared openly at her and poked each other in 
the shoulder.  As the window opened, she heard them arguing:

"You ask her."

"No, you ask her, dumb nut."

"Ask me what?" Brenda said, self-consciously covering her left 
breast, the one most on display for the boys, with her arm.

"Uh, nothing!" one of the boys said.  "Here, here's your food."  He 
pushed a bag at her and she reluctantly extended her arm to take it.  
The window closed again and she saw the other boy punch the first in 
the shoulder.  She guessed it was because he had failed to ask her 
whatever it was they had been arguing over.

"Okay, and my drink is where?" Brenda asked aloud but to no one in 
particular.  The boys had moved farther back in the drive thru 
station but she could still see them stealing glances at her.

"Yeah, you'd better not leave without that," Kimberly said.  Brenda 
would have been plenty happy to leave without it, but as it was not 
her money that she'd paid with she supposed she couldn't.  So she 
leaned partway out of her window and yelled at the boys through the 
closed drive thru window, "Excuse me.  My drink please."

The boys moved to open the window again and both asked what she'd 
said.  "I said where is my drink, please.  A medium diet cola."

"Oh, right," the first boy said as he ducked back into the depths of 
the kitchen area.

The second boy, the one who had punched the first in the shoulder, 
blurted, "Are those real?"

"Are what real, hon?" Brenda asked, not actually getting the point of 
the question at first.

"Your, uh.. your..."  He pointed at Brenda's breasts but could not 
speak another word.

Brenda laughed.  "Oh honey, they're real.  Believe me, they're real."

The first boy returned with a medium sized soda and handed it out to 
Brenda, who set it between her thighs, waved at the boys and drove 
off for home.  As she drove, Kimberly said, "Beautiful.  Too bad we 
can't really use that in the show.  I'm pretty sure those guys were 
underage, but it sure was fun to watch."

Brenda looked across at her.  "You put me through that for nothing?!"

"Well I didn't know they would be minors," Kimberly countered.  "Then 
again, if we just blur out their faced no one will know how old they 
are."


Chapter 15

Thomas, Ivan and Rajiv returned to work with Brenda Young on Tuesday.  
She told them briefly of her adventures the previous night working 
with Kimberly and Roger for the first time.  Not one of them believed 
that losing her top under the merry-go-round was actually an accident 
but she insisted she had been so embarrassed when it happened because 
it was more than she had been willing to lose.  They also enjoyed her 
too brief description of buying flowers from a street side vendor and 
then stopping for a hamburger all while topless.

"Today," Ivan said, "we must outdo what they did yesterday.  There is 
no way I am to be beaten by Roger."

"Okay, well you all have a great time thinking up ideas, but I have 
laundry to wash," Brenda said as she rose from the kitchen table and 
made her way toward the hall.

"Laundry, eh?" Thomas said with a knowing grin to his associates.  
"Hey Brenda, what's the chance we could get some footage of some more 
au naturelle housework?"  Brenda stopped in mid stride.  She turned 
to regard the man who was now leaning backward in his chair and 
making upside down eye contact.

"I like, I like," Brenda said as she pulled the hem of her baby blue 
tee shirt up and over her head.  She then unclasped her new white 
cotton bra, purchased over the weekend, and slid her shorts and pink 
satin panties down to her ankles in one motion.  "She grabbed them up 
and headed for the laundry room with the TV crew in tow, lights 
coming on and cameras being leveled for another spectacular show.

They followed Brenda down the hall to the stairs, then up to the 
master bathroom where she tossed her recently discarded clothes into 
the hamper and lifted it to her hip.  Turning to the camera with full 
breasts jutting proudly forth, Brenda made her way back out and down 
the stairs with the camera descending before her.  Ivan went slowly 
as he made his way in reverse down the hall to the laundry room which 
sat adjacent to the garage.  In the cramped space of the laundry 
room, he tried his best to keep out of the way of the overhead bulb 
while he filmed Brenda putting laundry detergent into the washing 
machine followed by a load of clothes from the past several days.

Once the lid was down and the machine began to agitate, Brenda turned 
and hopped up to sit on the edge.  "I've got some time to kill now, 
so I'd might as well get a little mechanical thrill while I wait," 
she said with a wink and a grin to the camera.

Thomas stood just behind lighting man Rajiv in the doorway.  "Alright 
but here's the rules of this little dare.  You cannot dry these 
clothes in the machine, you have to hang them to dry outside while 
still totally naked."

"Backyard, right?" Brenda asked with concern.

"Yeah, string a line between some of those trees back there, that'll 
be fine."

"I haven't got anything to hold them up with," she said.  "I mean, no 
one really uses clothespins anymore."

Thomas stroked his chin for a moment in silent contemplation.  "I'll 
be right back.  I know where some can be found."  With that he left 
for the local hardware store.  When he returned with a large bag of 
plastic clothespins and a ball of twine, he found Brenda just taking 
out the wet clothes from the washer.  He tossed the items on top of 
the clothes in her basket and she made her way out the back door to 
hang them to dry.  Thomas helped her to tie the twine securely 
between two sturdy trees on either side of the yard and Brenda went 
about the task of carefully hanging each article.

"Well it looks like you've got a lot of free time.  Why don't you go 
ahead and grab a towel and lie out here on the patio by the pool for 
a while.  It's summer, you ought to have a good tan."

Brenda had never sunbathed nude and although she had spent the past 
month doing very explicitly sexual and naked things in public, this 
was still a new experience.  But she complied.  After all, she 
thought, most of the time would be spent on her stomach with her 
breasts concealed, and Mr. Forester next door had already seen her 
completely naked the day she had completed her fifth through eighth 
dares in Thomas' What Some People Will Do promotional show for 
Channel 69.

The crew setup their lights and camera on tripods so that they could 
stand off to the side and talk without missing any potentially great 
shots of Brenda sunning herself.  Most of the jungle like trees and 
shrubs in her back yard were around the walls for privacy from 
neighbors, leaving the center area wide open to the sun above.

Right on cue, as per their agreement the day before at the Channel 69 
studios, the side gate to Brenda's house swung open and Ernie, one of 
the three eighteen year old guys from Brenda's neighborhood, stepped 
into her back yard.  Thomas went to greet him quietly, as Brenda had 
not yet been introduced to the fact that she was going to be working 
with all three teens over the next couple of days.  Aside from 
throwing some variety and spice into her show, it would give the guys 
a great opportunity to get an up close look at her - err, I mean it 
would give them some practical experience working on the set of a 
porno - err, what I mean to say is that it would help them in their 
acting classes at school to have some real life experience working 
for a famous television studio.

The teen was directed over to where Brenda lay on her stomach.  He 
spoke quietly, nervously, as he held out a bottle of suntan oil.  
"Would you like me to... to put some suntan oil on your back?  We 
don't want you to burn."

Brenda, half in a daydream and feeling quite relaxed lying out in the 
sun, did not recognize that the voice was not one with which she was 
familiar.  "Okay," she whispered.

Ernie opened the cap on the copper colored plastic bottle and 
squirted a line of suntan oil from Brenda's shoulder bladed to her 
ass.  He then reached forward, nervously looking over his shoulder at 
the men filming the scene, and began to run it into her creamy skin.  
He had rubbed oil on girls' backs before, but never when they were 
completely naked.  His hands shook as he rubbed her neck, shoulders 
and upper back.  He slowly made his way down her spine and worked the 
oil outward to her sides and then helped himself to two handfuls of 
firm ass.  He squirted more oil on each of her legs and rubbed it 
into her calves as he worked his way upward to her thighs and hips.

"Mm hm, that feels great," Brenda said dreamily.

"Wh-- why don't you turn over and tan your other side.  I hear it's 
unhealthy to sun one side too long."

Brenda, eyes still closed in her daydream, rolled onto her back.  
Ernie could not believe his great luck!  As her weight put pressure 
on her right breast as she rolled in that direction, her tit bulged 
upward while flattening out at the side.  Her legs parted enough for 
him to see her beautifully trimmed brown bush and slightly moist 
labia.

A moment passed while Ernie took in the spectacle before him before 
Brenda asked, "Are you going to put oil on my front, too?"

Ernie couldn't help himself.  His arousal had been mounting by the 
minute and he prematurely creamed the inside of his briefs.  "Unnnhh 
huh...  I... sure will," he said.  With renewed vigor, he squirted 
suntan oil over the woman's breasts, belly, and thighs.  He worked 
rather too furiously at rubbing her all over, especially cupping and 
squeezing her luscious looking tits, and Brenda's eyes went wide.  
She sat bolt upright and stared the youth in the face.  When it 
dawned on her finally that he was one of the neighborhood boys who 
had witnessed several of her earlier public acts of sexuality, her 
arms flew to cover her breasts and her thighs clamped together.

The three men from Channel 69 had a good laugh.  The teen, startled 
by Brenda's sudden movements and crazed look, stammered, "I'm sorry!  
I'm sorry!  Did I hurt you?"

"N-- n-- no, but what the hell are you doing here?  Why are you 
touching me?"

"Relax Brenda," Thomas said as he came to crouch beside her.  "This 
is Ernie Fowler.  He's eighteen and about to graduate high school at 
the end of this quarter in about three weeks.  He's clean.  We've 
thoroughly investigated his records and believe he will make a great 
addition to the show."

"But-- but he's just a boy!"

"Hey, I'm eighteen!" Ernie said, hurt by her words.

"Legally he is an adult," Thomas noted.  "He can be sent off to fight 
and die for his country and he can be charged as an adult if he 
commits a crime.  He can also play the state lottery.  But this is 
your call.  If you absolutely refuse to work with him, then we will 
let him go.  Contractually we have to if you feel threatened by 
working with him."

"I'm not threatened," Brenda clarified, "it just surprised me and it 
feels so dirty to be touched like that by a high school boy... sorry, 
young man."  Brenda smiled weakly, trying not to hurt Ernie's 
feelings again by calling him a boy.  "Even if he is legally old 
enough," she added.  Secretly Brenda rather enjoyed the fact that at 
twenty-nine, almost over the hill, she could still make high school 
guys cum in their shorts.  She just didn't like having them fondling 
her in what she considered to be the privacy of her own back yard.  
It wasn't really so bad that he was only eighteen, that issue was 
just compounded by the fact that he lived only a few doors down from 
her and she would have to see him again and again throughout her life 
unless one of them moved to another city or state.

"Well I think Ernie probably needs to go and clean himself up a bit 
anyway, so I think we're done here for now.  Just go ahead and lie 
back and sun for a while longer, and don't worry about him touching 
you again."

Hesitantly Brenda let her arms down and laid back on her towel, her 
oiled up tits and belly and thighs glistening in the early afternoon 
sun.  Ernie left to change his shorts and to relive the memory of 
groping Brenda's large breasts until he could cum again on his own 
terms and in private.


Chapter 16

It was just after three when Brenda's clothes were sufficiently dried 
by the sun to take in and fold.  Ivan and Rajiv of course followed to 
film her fluffing and folding and putting away each article of 
clothing.  Thomas came up a few minutes later and began to ask Brenda 
what other plans she had for the day.

"Well," she said with a loud exhale, "I ought to take my car to the 
lube `n tune place for an oil change, but I can do that tomorrow.  I 
also need to do a bit of shopping.  I'm going to make Jim a nice pork 
loin roast tomorrow night and we'll enjoy a quiet candle-lit dinner 
alone."

In the course of discussion, Thomas got Brenda to agree to do a 
little seemingly accidental nudity at the ten minute lube `n tune 
shop across town.  She dressed in her skimpiest bikini, a light 
orange one with triangles to cover her nipples, connected by the 
equivalent of shoe laces, and a revealing bottom which was just 
slightly wider in back than a g-string and was low enough in front to 
show a few wisps of her pubic hair at the top of her neatly trimmed 
bush.  Her top was left very loosely tied with a slipknot.

They thought it best not to go into the lube `n tune with a full 
sized camera.  They didn't want anyone to be on guard for one thing, 
and secondly they didn't want to have their service refused on the 
basis of potentially being investigative reporters trying to uncover 
some con job.  Instead, Ivan was to ride with Brenda and pretend to 
be her boyfriend while carrying a tiny digital video camera concealed 
in the body of an old cellular phone.  This had been used for 
investigative reporting in the past, but would now serve as a tool of 
good rather than evil.

As Brenda drove, Ivan commented on how lovely she looked, still oiled 
up and slightly tanned from her sunbathing earlier in the day and now 
wearing something so incredibly skimpy that he could literally see 
her womanhood despite her being legally fully clothed.  But that 
would soon change as per their mutual plan.

Brenda drove her dirty old gas guzzler up to the entrance of the 
Quickie Lube's drive through garage and stepped out.  She handed the 
key to the thirty-five or so year old man in grubby work clothes who 
approached her.  "Go ahead and check everything," she said with a 
wink.  She then sauntered into the small air conditioned lobby where 
she would pay once the mechanics had decided what needed refilling.  
With this car, usually everything needed to be done; oil changed, 
tires filled with air, radiator topped off, and the windshield washer 
apparently had developed a leak and needed to be refilled every few 
months instead of the years her husband's car would go.

Brenda sat with her legs politely crossed thigh over thigh and Ivan 
sat next to her.  They made small talk about the weather and making 
plans to go see the upcoming baseball World Series if they could.

According to the clock on the wall of the small room, eight minutes 
had passed since Brenda had given away her keys.  Another man and his 
young son had entered and were now sitting along the opposite wall 
from Brenda.  Another minute ticked by.

The door to the room opened and one of the mechanics stepped in.  
"Who had the Oldsmobile?"

"Oh, that's mine," Brenda said, rising to her feet and shuffling 
across the tile floor in her sandals.

"Can you come out here for just a moment?"

"Sure," she said as she followed him outside.  Ivan was two steps 
behind, taking up his camera-in-cell phone as if he were making a 
call.

The mechanic, this one younger than the man who had taken her keys 
and significantly cleaner looking as well, motioned Brenda over to 
the open hood of her car.  "We have replaced your oil but you're in 
bad need of a new filter.  You see all this gunk along here... and in 
here?" he said, pointing out deposits of thick residue in parts of 
the engine that Brenda could not name.  "A big part of your car's 
problems probably is from this.  We can sell you a brand new oil 
filter for..."

"No," she cut him off.  "I'll have my brother do that.  It's really 
his car, I'm just using it for the day.  But thanks for offering."

"Well okay, but you've also got some bad hoses here," the man said, 
leaning farther over to point out a deep recess of the engine.  As he 
did so, he watched under his left arm to see Brenda leaning forward 
as well, her perfectly formed breasts hanging out nicely with those 
tiny triangles of orange material just barely covering her nipples.

And that's when the loose slipknot came undone.  Brenda did not even 
realize it at first until she heard one of the men working down in 
the pit under the car yell about something orange flutter down from 
the engine compartment.

"Oh my gosh!" Brenda shouted as she stood upright, hands to her sides 
as she examined her naked chest with wide eyes.  "How-- who-- What 
happened?"

Ivan, still pretending to carry on a telephone conversation, stood 
with mouth agape.  Acting as Brenda's boyfriend, he could barely hold 
himself together at the sight of her keeping herself on display for 
so many seconds as she pretended to be in shock.

Brenda turned and bounded over to Ivan, pressing herself against him 
for cover and burying her face in his chest.  With much shouting and 
arguing, the mechanics got Brenda's top and handed it back to her.  
But it had fallen directly into the oil drainage pan and was now 
slick and greasy.  "There is NO way I am wearing THAT," she said with 
her face scrunched up in disgust.  "It's filthy!"

"Well, uh... Jesus, I don't have anything I can give you to cover up 
with.  I mean this... this isn't something we plan for, you know?"

Ivan said, "Let me go pay for this and then I'll drive you straight 
home, dear."  He pulled reluctantly away from Brenda's bare breasts, 
stopped for a second to admire them again, then headed inside with 
the mechanic who was babbling gibberish about not knowing how that 
happened and hoping she was going to be alright.

Ivan having left her standing there, Brenda hugged both arms around 
herself to conceal her substantial breasts.  A very naughty part of 
herself wanted to just throw her arms wide and show all the world 
what she had, but this situation still required her to play the 
innocent and embarrassed young woman.  She backed herself against the 
roll-up garage door in an effort to appear even more embarrassed

An uneasy minute passed in the garage as mechanics tried not to stare 
too openly at the unfortunate woman while trying to finish the 
service on her car so they could begin the next customer's service.  
Finally Ivan stepped out of the small office and made his way to the 
passenger side door of Brenda's car as a mechanic slammed down the 
hood.  Brenda rushed forth to get in and drive but met with some 
small resistance as the thin fabric of her bikini panties caught and 
tore on a bolt in the garage door frame.  She pulled free of it, and 
of her panties, and stood for a moment in total nudity save for her 
sandals.  This was certainly unintended and she was beginning to feel 
sincere embarrassment at her new situation.  Her cheeks and chest 
flushed red.

Covering her bush with one hand while covering as much of her breasts 
as she could with her other arm, she got into her car with all eyes 
glued to her lithe body.  She turned the key in the ignition and 
pulled out slowly, then floored the accelerator as she cleared the 
building.

Out on the open road they went with Brenda feeling less certain about 
her contractual involvement in all of this.

END OF PART 3
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