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Chapters 1-72 can be downloaded for free at
http://www.storiesofsirrender.com/.

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   What Some People Will Do (C)2000, 2009 by Sir Render
(i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of May 2009)

   Chapter 73

   Brenda was called out of bed at five in the morning on Monday.  She was
told to expect a makeup artist at her door by six.

   Assuming it was a wrong number or a bad dream, she drifted back to sleep
only to be awakened what seemed like seconds later by her husband Jim
shaking her and saying the phone was for her.  On the other end, a sleepy
Thomas Hardcastle informed her the station's new makeup artist was at her
front door waiting to be let in.

   Brenda rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and padded softly down the
stairs in a bright red terrycloth bath robe and fuzzy pink slippers.  She
glanced through the peephole of their front door, confirmed there was a
woman waiting on the step, and turned the lock and handle.

   "Why good morning!" the middle-aged woman in a smart pantsuit cheered.
"I wasn't sure if you were ever going to wake up.  I've been waiting here
for ten minutes.  Thought I had the wrong house."

   "I'm so sorry," Brenda yawned.  "Please come in."

   The woman dragged in a gigantic case and introduced herself as Bethany.
"Mr.  Griffith hired me last week; said we need to really spruce up your
appearance this week.  So I'll be here every morning this week at six. 
Please be ready, we have a lot to do."

   In spite of what Brenda perceived to be a fundamental change in the
woman's manner over the span of just a minute from bright and exuberant to
condescending, their relationship got off to an okay start.  Bethany
insisted Brenda shower before they began making her up, so Jim went
downstairs to put on a pot of coffee for them before he left for work.  He
hurried back upstairs to find the new woman laying out jars, compacts,
sticks, tubes and brushes on their bathroom vanity while Brenda finished
rinsing off her gorgeous nude body.

   When Brenda got out and began toweling herself off, Bethany ushered Jim
out saying they had a lot of work to do and couldn't be interrupted.  His
last view of his wife before heading to work was seeing her from behind,
sitting before the vanity in her red robe and a towel wrapped around her
hair.

   Bethany began her work, putting hot curlers in Brenda's hair and
applying the foundation for Brenda's glamorous new movie star look.

   Making Brenda up, getting every detail just right as only a professional
makeup artist can do, including trimming and painting her nails, took over
an hour and soon it was time for Brenda to dress and head out to pick up
her two high school students.  Bethany let her know her outfit, as
designated by Mr.  Griffith himself, was laid out on her bed and began
packing up her things.

   On the bed, Brenda found only a pink satin robe and a pair of black
thong panties.  Well there was one more thing; an envelope the size of a
greeting card with the words Orders From Headquarters written or possibly
printed in a heavy block font.

   Brenda opened and read the card which confirmed her outfit for both the
morning and afternoon trips to the high school were the two small items on
her bed, the curlers in her hair and whichever pair of expensive shoes she
felt like wearing.  She glanced toward her shoe rack in the open closet
across the room.  She'd intended to wear the ankle boots today, but they
just didn't go with the rest of the outfit.  If she had to wear expensive
shoes, as Mr.  Griffith instructed, her only choice was the graffiti pumps
with the red leather soles.  They didn't really go with the outfit, either,
but she reckoned it would look better than boots.

   After dressing, which took no more than two minutes, Brenda found the
satin robe was at least a size, possibly two, too small for her.  The side
flaps in front barely came together over her bust and she found that when
she bent forward or sat down the bottom edge just barely covered her butt
cheeks.  Looking down, she could see the tiny triangle of black satin
barely covering her slit.  She wondered if the studio had selected the
wrong size, but knew they had her exact measurements from several fitting
sessions they'd insisted upon over the past few months.  Then she
remembered Wynona's promise to do what she could as a content
producer/writer for the show to make sure her outfits for the week were
extra racy.

   Brenda saw Bethany to the door, then made her way through the house to
the door leading into the garage.  She shuddered, remembering her recent
self-bondage ordeal, and got into her car before clicking the garage door
opener.  Then she paused and leaned forward to try and figure out the
clunky camera system mounted to her dashboard.

   A device not unlike a short, squat personal computer sat atop her dash
in between two short protuberances, each holding up one small camera which
looked like no more than a lens unit.  These connected to the PC-like box
with various twisted wires.  She wondered why the camera closest to her
side of the car was pointed toward the passenger side and why the passenger
side camera was pointed in her direction.  She twisted her torso as if
checking for something in the back seat.  Despite the fact she was a
housewife who had never gone to college, Brenda soon reasoned that the
angle of the cameras probably gave the best overall coverage of the
interior of the car.

   Still unsure how to turn on the cameras, Brenda checked both lens units
and the computer box for buttons.  She found one on the box but also
discovered a little power light which was already glowing.  "Oh, it
probably turns on as soon as I start the car," she declared aloud to no
one. She traced along one set of wires wrapped in electrical tape which ran
close to the dash to a spot below her steering column.  "A ha, the hot
wire," she muttered.  Then, taking in the full knowledge that indeed the
camera started the moment the ignition was turned, she blushed and pulled
her robe closed in front where it had yawned open earlier when she'd
twisted in her seat.

   Traffic was light during her drive to the designated safe house and her
trip took about nine minutes.  Young Vince Browning and Ryan Albright were
waiting for her in the driveway, and though she half expected it, they had
not snuck any of their friends along for the ride.  Ryan called shotgun
and, while the guys argued about it, the rules of carpooling were in his
favor.  He got in the front passenger seat next to Brenda with a big grin
on his face; his eyes absolutely gleaming through his small, round glasses.
The shorter, stockier Vince got in the back.

   "Good morning guys," she said with a beaming smile.

   "Morning Mrs.  Young," Vince replied.

   Ryan "Good morning.  Wow, you sure look beautiful, Mrs.  Young."

   "Thank you, Ryan."

   "Yeah," added Vince from the back seat, "I've never seen you look so
pretty."

   "Oh, come on now, stop.  You guys are going to make me blush.  Now... 
it's been a while since I've been to high school, so you'll have to give me
directions." Both guys started describing the route with different levels
of detail, prompting Brenda to put up her hands and call for quiet.  Then
she joked, "Sorry Vince, no backseat driving.  Ryan, which way do we go?"

   Along the way, Vince did manage to get in a few instructions on where to
turn and both boys continued to comment on how beautiful she looked.  She
liked the attention and the fact that as she neared her thirties she could
still turn on high school guys, so she didn't really register that their
compliments about her looks were gradually becoming more vulgar until Ryan
asked point blank if she would quit teasing and open the front of her robe
all the way so they could really admire her tits.

   "Well..." Brenda started, trying to find the best way to word her
response.  "Would you prefer to see them now and not see them this
afternoon, or wait to see them on the way home?  That'll give you something
to look forward to all day."

   "Oh, I'd rather see them right now," Vince said.  Brenda raised an
eyebrow at him in the rearview mirror.  He explained, "That way I won't be
going around all day at school with a hard-on thinking about seeing them."

   Brenda's response was quick and sharp witted.  The corners of her mouth
turned up in a wry smile as she asked, "Does that mean you won't get a
hard-on if I show them now?"

   Vince knew he had to choose his words carefully to avoid losing
credibility.  He sputtered, "Well, yeah, but...  but I..."

   Ryan laughed.  "If he sees them now, he can rub out a quick one in the
bathroom at school before home room."

   "I don't jack off, you jerk!" Vince snapped.

   "Oh yeah, I don't jack off watching Brenda's show, either," Ryan teased.
Turning his face to Brenda he added more quietly, "I get off every night
before bed thinking about you."

   "Ooo-kay boys, this is getting a bit much," Brenda scolded.

   "Yeah idiot.  Mind your manners," Vince said as he reached forward and
smacked Ryan on the back of his head.

   The boys exchanged a few smacks over the head rest of the passenger
seat. Brenda pulled one hand off the steering wheel to intervene and, well
I'm sure you can guess what happened.

   But in case your powers of deduction are a little weak today, I'll spell
it out.  In the scuffle, the waist tie on Brenda's already too tight satin
robe loosened and the soft fabric fell open to one side, completely
exposing one of her full breasts and much of the other as well.

   There was a short pause in the boys' fight as they came to realize the
wonderful thing which had happened.  Then suddenly there was a new scuffle
-- the race to be the first to grope that glorious globe.

   Brenda hit the brakes and quickly pulled into an open spot at the curb.
She spat fire at the teens as she hissed, "Stop it!  Both of you!  This is
my car and in my car you behave or you get out and walk.  You're acting
like children." She yanked her robe closed, or as much so as could be
expected given the limited amount of material.  In her haste and anger, it
took over a minute for her to coordinate getting both flaps to come
together and tie them in place.  The guys sat bolt upright, staring in
silence as her perfect body was alternately exposed and hidden from view as
she adjusted herself.

   Vince was the first to speak after they'd gotten back on the road. 
"Sorry Mrs.  Young.  Things got a little out of hand.  It won't happen
again."

   "Yeah, sorry," Ryan added sheepishly.

   "Well now you've seen my boobs, I guess you can go 'rub one out' before
class," Brenda joked, glancing at Vince in the rearview mirror.  Both guys
laughed and visibly relaxed for the rest of the ride to school.

   "Oh, turn in here!" Ryan shouted while emphatically pointing to a
parking lot on one side of the high school.

   Brenda complied and was soon part of a line of cars moving through the
aisle between two rows of parking spaces.  Most pulled aside and stopped in
empty spaces, some just stopped to let one or two students out before
continuing on their way to the far end of the lot where they returned to
the street.

   "There's a spot!  There's a spot!" Vince exclaimed as Brenda drove past
it.

   "I'm not parking," she said.  "I'm just letting you off."

   Vince said, "Just turn in for a minute.  You don't have to turn the car
off or anything."

   Thinking quickly, Ryan added, "It's too dangerous to let us out in the
middle of traffic.  We could get hit."

   "One line of slow moving cars is hardly traffic," Brenda mumbled, but
she gave in and pulled to a stop at the next available parking space.

   Ryan rolled down his window and both guys stuck their head and an arm
out to call over some friends who were passing.

   "How did I know that would happen?" Brenda continued mumbling.

   As the group of boys came near, their exclamations washed over Brenda as
she sat with both hands on the wheel looking straight ahead.

   "Oh ho sweet!"

   "Day-amn, you weren't joking!"

   "Holy shit.  It's Brenda Young!"

   "Now I'm gonna have a stiffy all day."

   As the boys gathered 'round the front of the car, mouths open and eyes
bugging out, Ryan announced, "And she let us feel her tits on the way."

   "I didn't exactly 'let' you feel them."

   Ryan became more pompous for the adoration of his classmates.  "Oh
right, I took control of the situation.  This hand," he held up his left
hand for all to see, "was holding onto one of those big tits all the way to
school."

   "Okay, time for little boys to go to school," Brenda taunted, shooing
the two out of her car.  "I'll pick you up at three o'clock -- just the two
of you!" Then, as she turned to check she was clear to back out of the
space, the inevitable happened again.  She stopped quickly to readjust her
pink satin robe as the group of boys whistled.  Soon she was back on the
road and feeling troubled by a mixture of emotions; among them definite
arousal, anger and shame.

   Chapter 74

   Brenda met Jim for lunch in the early afternoon, and she called on her
camera crew, Kimberly and Roger, to be there for her first public blow job.
She'd already heard about Wynona getting in two on the first day of the
contest and here it was Monday and Brenda hadn't even started.  For all she
knew, Wynona was out collecting two more points and would win the two
hundred dollar bonus.

   They met in the parking lot of a fast food place near to Jim's office
since he only had forty-five minutes for lunch.  As she and the crew had
worked out before Jim arrived, they ate their meal and Brenda kept an eye
on the crew for the sign that they'd confirmed they had a clear shot across
the aisle and under the table for her to go down on her man.

   Brenda was dressed fairly conservatively that afternoon, in a navy knee
length skirt and blazer, beige sandals and a satiny beige top with
spaghetti straps which was pretty much covered by the blazer.  What was not
so conservative was the way she melted down into their booth in the back of
the dining area and immediately began to work on undoing Jim's fly.

   "Not now," he whispered.

   Brenda sat up, expecting that someone had walked by and Jim was alerting
her to that fact, but saw no one nearby save for the camera crew across the
way.

   "It's just Roger and Kimberly," she said.

   "I know.  Why did you bring them?"

   It was then that Brenda discovered she had failed to tell Jim about the
blow job contest.  He knew of her duties as chauffeur to the high
schoolers, of course -- her car having gone missing for a few days before
returning with camera equipment rigged up -- but he knew nothing of the
contest.

   "Come on, just a quick one before you head back," she cooed, kissing him
on the cheek.  He turned and gave her a peck on the lips before she scoped
the area again.  Then she sank down in the booth with her hands fishing his
penis out of his pants.

   "No.  Not here," he said in a quite tone.

   "Why not?" Brenda looked up at him from below the table.  She had
encircled his cock with her left thumb and forefinger and just begun to
slowly stroke it.

   "I told you I don't want to appear on your show."

   "What, that promotion thing again?" Brenda asked as she sat upright but
continued to stroke his cock with her left hand.  "Haven't they given that
away yet?"

   Jim shook his head.  "The guy who was retiring stayed on for a special
project.  I still have a chance, but I can't blow it."

   "So that means I can't blow it?" she asked with a cute smile.

   "I mean I can't risk getting caught; having my boss find out."

   "Baby, we can blur your face on the video.  No one has to know that it's
you.  Besides, it keeps me close to home."

   "Can't you do something else?  Maybe just flash some guy?"

   She shook her head.  "No.  I guess I forgot to tell you.  Wyn and I have
a contest to give as much head as we can in one week.  And it has to be
public.  Please Jim, I want to do this with you.  I don't want you to feel
like I only do this stuff with strangers."

   In spite of Jim's objections, the thought of Brenda -- neigh, the sight
of Brenda as he'd seen many times on her show -- giving blow jobs to
complete strangers was an irresistible turn-on for him.  That and the slow
stroking of his cock by Brenda's soft hand caused him to suddenly erupt.  A
blast of hot, white cum shot into the air and splattered down over the edge
of their table as a gush ran out and down over her knuckles.

   Brenda pouted.  "Ooh, damn!  See what you did?  You made me miss my
chance for a blow job."

   Jim had grabbed a couple of napkins and was wiping off his cock to stuff
it back in his trousers.  Brenda turned toward the camera and licked the
goo off her fingers, hoping this would suffice for her first point.

   "I really need to get back to work.  Please promise me that won't get on
the air.  Brenda I can't-- I can't miss this promotion."

   After Jim had gone, Brenda and the crew stood in the parking lot
discussing and reviewing the scene they'd captured on the little camcorder.

   "I don't think the boss is going to accept this as a blow job," Kimberly
stated.  "I mean, your lips never touched his dick.  There was no suction,
no licking."

   "That's okay," Brenda sighed in defeat.  "I want you to delete that
whole scene anyway."

   "But, it's still a good scene," Roger objected.  "You can clearly see
when he blew his load and you licked it off your hand.  We can use that for
other stuff."

   Brenda repeated her demand.  "Call this one a personal favor.  I don't
ever want to see that video get out.  Not on TV and not on the internet."

   Roger asked, "Are you absolutely sure?"

   "Final answer?" added Kimberly.

   "Yes, final answer."

   "There goes a million bucks," Roger quipped as he dexterously maneuvered
the camcorder's menus to delete the digital recording they'd just made.

   Brenda returned home, hot and bothered.  When it was nearly time to pick
up the guys from school, she stripped down before the vanity in the
bathroom, admired her own reflection.  "I am hot!" she said with a
confident nod before slapping her bare ass.  She dressed in just the pink
satin robe and her Pigalle graffiti pumps, opting to leave the miniscule
black thong panties behind this time and give the eighteen year olds
something more to drool over.

   And drool they did.  The throng of guys which met her in the parking lot
at six after three in the afternoon was larger than in the morning and she
was thankful she'd gotten there a little late so that other parents picking
up their kids were mostly cleared out.  It was now just the stragglers who
had their own cars and wanted to spend time chatting with their friends who
were around to see her.

   Brenda's heart pounded like a drum in tribal rituals as she dared to
bare herself.  Rather than just sit in the car with her window up as she
had in the morning, Brenda gave herself the dangerous rush she was craving
after being rejected by her husband at lunch.  She stepped out of the car,
her robe tied in front but just barely constraining her plentiful assets
both on top and below, and called to Ryan and Vince to get in.

   All the guys, and a couple of girls -- one of whom Brenda was sure she
recognized from the time when she'd been made to play a maid at Ryan's
house -- closed around her.  Eyes were wide with wonderment, mouths hung
open and words pretty much came as incoherent gibberish.

   "I guess this means you all like what you see?" Brenda said, turning the
heat up a notch.  She turned her back to the crowd while untying her robe.
She spun both ends of the tie to her sides to show them she was completely
open in front.  Then she pulled the flaps over her chest and held them with
her hands before turning back.  "Ryan, Vince, it's time to go.  I'm sure
I'll see all of you tomorrow," she said, blowing a kiss to the group.  She
scooted back into the driver's seat and Vince got in beside her and Ryan
slid in the back.

   Brenda's pulse was deafening in her own ears with the rush of what she'd
just done as she drove out of the lot.

   "That was seriously hot, Mrs.  Young," Vince blurted.

   "Please, I think we've gone well beyond 'Mrs.  Young', don't you think?"

   "Yeah...  Brenda.  That was really hot.  You're easily the sexiest woman
in the world."

   "And I guess it's only fair to let you see what the others didn't get
to," Brenda said with a wicked gleam in her eyes.  She pulled aside her
robe to again fully expose her right breast, and the fact she wasn't
wearing panties.  It was only seconds before she started to wonder how
clever it had been to tease the boys like that, as Ryan was leaving over
her seat staring -- and drooling -- over her bare breast.

   The boys were remarkably well behaved, too.  They didn't touch her even
though she would not have stopped them at that point in time.  She supposed
snapping the way she did in the morning had gotten to them.  The whole "my
car, my rules" thing meant they had to behave or else lose the privilege of
riding to school with her the rest of the week.  But by now she longed to
be touched, so with Ryan's saliva running down her breast, she pulled one
hand from the wheel to lightly rub the shiny liquid all over her nipple
which she then tweaked between thumb and forefinger.

   The sensation in her pussy was absolutely electric.  She twitched and
came, moaning loudly and trying to keep the car going in a straight line.

   The guys continued to stare, unable to speak.

   After dropping them off at the safe house, Ryan reminded her they were
supposed to collect coupons for payment, and Brenda had forgotten to bring
them.  Brenda felt she needed a drink of water anyway, so she used the key
she'd been given to get them into the house.

   She got herself a drink from the tap in the kitchen as the teens waited
for their payment.

   "Listen, guys," she began after gulping a quarter of the glass.  "I
don't have anything to write on, so I'll just give you your payment here
and now.  This is only a one-time deal, understand?"

   The teens weren't sure what was coming, but both continued to stand in
silence and nodded agreement.

   "Come upstairs." Brenda started up.  The guys looked at each other with
widening, toothy smiles.  This was it.  The moment both had literally
dreamed of for months after discovering their always sexy but once prudish
neighbor was a closet exhibitionist.

   When they got to the bedroom at the top of the stairs, they found Brenda
laying on the bed with her pink robe wide open, her feet flat on the bed
and knees in the air.  "Come here and put a cock in each of my hands," she
ordered.  They needed no further encouragement.  Both lads had their pants
down and dutifully presented their penises to Brenda.  They were too
excited to worry about whether or not they measured up to the next guy, and
Brenda didn't seem to mind either one as she wrapped a hand around each
throbbing penis.

   She guided the guys closer until they were kneeling on the sides of the
bed with their cocks hanging over her face.  She stroked them in rhythm and
occasionally lifted her head to lick one or the other's head.

   They also noted that as she became more and more aroused and the
unmistakable scent of her pussy juices wafted in the air, Brenda began to
lower her knees to the sides, spreading her crotch for their enjoyment.

   Though with their cocks firmly in her grasp, all they could do was look
and touch with their hands.  Both guys began on her inner thighs, perhaps
too shocked at all this to go straight for the finish line, and worked
their way up to her neatly trimmed brown bush.  With fingertips lightly
brushing through her pubic hair and the other two hands kneading and
squeezing her breasts, Brenda shuddered in orgasm.

   Soon the fingertips in her bush became two and then four fingers probing
the walls of her vagina.  This was the farther either of them had ever
gotten with Brenda, and yet she managed not to disappoint.  She lifted her
head again and took both of their cock heads in her mouth as she continued
to stroke their shafts.  Swirling her tongue over and around both bulging
heads, thoroughly coating them with her spit and making slurping sounds as
she sucked them in, quickly sent Ryan beyond his limit.  He grunted,
groaned and splattered Brenda's mouth and hands, and the exposed part of
Vince's cock, with semen.

   Brenda pulled away from Vince for a moment, still stroking him now with
cum on her hand, and focused her oral attention on cleaning Ryan's
shrinking penis.  She sucked out all the sperm he had to offer and
swallowed it down.  Then she gasped for air before turning back to Vince
and licking the rest of the cum off him.  Her tongue spending so much time
devoted to the underside of his penis head made him orgasm a few seconds
later.  Brenda had politely positioned her face to catch his cum before it
made a mess on the bed.  She squeezed her eyes shut as he ejaculated
repeatedly over her lips and cheeks and in her ear.

   Brenda was feeling really naughty and building toward another climax of
her own with both guys' fingers still sloshing in and out of her pussy and
over her clitoris, so she scooped what she could off her face, shoveled it
into her mouth and blew a cum bubble.  Then she sucked it in and worked the
sticky wad around in her mouth before opening wide to show them the strings
of it between her teeth, her lips and her tongue.  Then she closed and
gulped it all down before showing them her now empty mouth.

   Her body was soon wracked by another strong orgasm and all three fell
about the bed, Brenda in the middle with boy guys kissing and groping her
body as she continued to twitch in ecstasy.  She had managed to get in two
blow jobs, but unfortunately not on camera.  At least her need for sex had
been sated.

   NOTE: If you've missed the story so far, you can download it free of
charge at my website at
http://www.storiesofsirrender.com/.  As of May 2009 I am still adding
new chapters to "What Some
People Will Do" and looking for new ideas and directions for the story.

I have put a feedback form on my website if you would like to make
suggestions.
   Thank you!  Sir Render 

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