Message-ID: <60562asstr$1280920211@assm.asstr.org>
From: Delta Venus <delta_venus_x@yahoo.com>
Mime-Version: 1.0
NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 4 Aug 2010 00:17:25 +0000 (UTC)
Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
Injection-Info: g6g2000pro.googlegroups.com; posting-host=75.243.160.85; 
	posting-account=-XUPjAoAAACnaV8WjOntejUfQ3-eP-Qw
User-Agent: G2/1.0
Subject: {ASSM} Brooke Blackmailed 2 - A Signature Event by Delta Venus
Lines: 684
Date: Wed, 04 Aug 2010 07:10:11 -0400
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Brooke Blackmailed 2 - A Signature Event
  by Delta Venus

Copyright 2010


Brooke tossed and turned all that night. She never woke all the way
up, but she never really settled into a solid sleep state either. She
was tired when the alarm went off, but struggled out of bed instead of
hitting the snooze button, knowing an extra few minutes just weren't
going to do anything for her. She dropped the oversize t-shirt she
wore as a nightie, and ducked into the shower. The hot pulsing water
helped get the blood flowing, and she felt almost human when she got
out to towel off, and started to work on her hair.

It was then that Brooke had a sudden realization! She had replaced one
of the models for the art class, that was why they had let her do the
job, they had been expecting her. That girl, the one whose place she
took, must know the blackmailer! All she had to do was find her and
drag it out of her. Maybe she could talk to whoever was doing this,
and come up with some other arrangements. Maybe she could find those
fake-ass filthy photographs herself and destroy them. Maybe trying to
find out anything would get her into more trouble if she was
discovered. Fuck it, she had to try!

She went to the art department later that day, right after statistics
class. She still wondered if one of her fellow students in statistics
was the blackmailer. Maybe she would find out! The cute girl was still
playing receptionist, and smiled at her when she approached the desk.

"Want to apply to model again? It is easy money, a lot of girls come
back when they need a few bucks. You sure seemed nervous last time,
though, I didn't expect to see you in here again."

"No, I just wanted to thank the girl whose place I took, but I seem to
have lost her phone number..."

"Well, normally I'm not supposed to give out personal information, but
since you did her a favor, I don't see the harm in it. You're not a
stalker, are you?" She laughed, wrinkling her button nose when she
did. It made her look even cuter.

"No. Not a stalker," Brooke chuckled along with her, humoring the
girl, even though she didn't think it was at all funny. Nor did she
think the girl should be giving out anyone's personal information, but
she wasn't going to bitch about that now since she was the one asking
for it. The girl looked in her files, and scribbled the information on
a scrap of paper.

Mary Beech
555-4062

She handed it to Brooke. Brooke felt lighter than air. She knew who
the girl was now, and she was that much closer to finding out who the
blackmailer was, and maybe ending this nightmare. She would call her
tomorrow, and find out what the girl knew if she had to beat it out of
her. For now she would play it cool, hang out with some friends at the
coffee shop, just like any other Wednesday, and then do her homework.
If someone was watching her, it was bad enough she had gone back to
the art department, she wanted to leave no other clues that she might
be trying to find out who the blackmailer was.

She was distracted the rest of the day, but her shallow minded coffee
buddies never noticed, they just chatted on and on about the same
meaningless stuff they always did. Clothes. Boys. Teachers they
hated. /Did I ever find this entertaining?/ Brooke thought, in between
thoughts about who the blackmailer might be, and what the art class
girl, Mary, might be able to tell her. /What a bunch of mindless,
boring, useless garbage./

After school, she arrived home, changed into some lounge around the
house sweats, and did homework until it was time for bed. For the
first night in many, she fell asleep fairly easily, untroubled by the
events that had swept her up like a raging current against which
stuggling did no good. She would find out who was doing all this to
her, and make it stop. With that comforting thought, she drifted off
into a dreamless sleep.

Brooke awoke fairly refreshed, but a little apprehensive. What if Mary
wouldn't talk? /Fuck that! She'll talk, or I'll rip her tongue out!/
What if she couldn't get hold of Mary until after Saturday? That
thought troubled her more. She was nervous dialing the number, and
almost hung up when she got an answering machine.

"Hello. You've reached Mary's place. I'm out in the world, so you'll
have to leave a message. You know what to do....  BEEP."

"Ah, uh, Mary? This is Brooke. The girl who replaced you as a model
for the art class? Uh, ah, I need to talk to you... its sort of
important. Please call me back."
She left her number, and hung up. Now she had to wait. /This sucks!
What will I do if she doesn't call me back? I'll find out where she
lives, somehow. I need to know who is doing this to me! But how? Fuck.
I'll give her a chance to call, but if she doesn't call soon, I'm
going to go out of my mind!/

Time slowed. Brooke fretted all that day, waiting for her phone to
ring. Every minute was torture, as she thought about having to do some
other task soon, and God only knew what that task might be. Finally,
around dinner time, her phone rang! She hoped it was Mary, and sure
enough the screen listed Mary's number.

"Hello!" she answered in breathless excitement.

Her heart sank when she heard what Mary could tell her, which wasn't
much.

"I know why you called. The note said you would. I'm supposed to tell
you that calling me shows you aren't doing what you should be doing,
and if you keep it up it won't be good. I'm also supposed to tell you
how you took my place. I got a note telling me to call in sick, tell
them I had a replacement lined up, and give your name. The note came
with two left halves of hundred dollar bills, and said I'd get the
other halves if I did this. I'm sorry, but I really needed the money.
The note also said you would call, like you did, and that I was to
tell you all this, and nothing else. I did get the other halves, so
you really did me a big favor. Again, I'm sorry, but I have to go
now."

Click.

/FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!/ Brooke slammed her phone on the table, and threw
her books across the room in utter frustration. /The blackmailer
knew!/ Not only was it all planned out so well, but her moves had been
anticipated, and arranged for, like a chess game you've lost but
haven't finished, with no options but to go through the motions or
topple your king and surrender. "FUCK!" she screamed out loud, instead
of just in her head. It didn't make her feel any better, but she had
to let off some steam or explode.

Finally she calmed down. /Maybe I won't get another task, it has been
a few days.../

No such luck.

After another night of tossing and turning, filled with horrible
dreams she couldn't quite remember that left her sweating and anxious
all the same, Brooke woke to find an envelope shoved under the front
door. A Valentine's Heart card /That sick fucker!/, with a neatly
folded note inside:


Lovely Brooke,

Your next task is at hand! Nothing difficult.
You are to collect a few autographs is all,
Saturday, in the park. Of course, to make
things interesting you won't be using an
autograph book, or a notepad, or any paper
at all. You will be what the guys will sign!
One signature on each of your breasts, one
signature on each of your inner thighs, and
one signature on the panties you will wear
that day. You must take the panties off in
front of the person that signs them, keeping
your skirt up until they are done, then you can
put them back on. When you have all five
signatures, go to the photo booth at the North
end of the park, and pose for a self portrait.
All the signatures must be visible in the
picture, and you have to be holding up the
panties, not wearing them. Someone will use
my name to collect the photo afterwards.
You have until 2PM, or you know what! Here's
a list of vendors who are expecting you, or
you can collect autographs from anyone else
in the park if you wish... but all five have
to be different people, no repeats.

Kisses!

Omega [Omega Symbol]


There was a list of ten names, three women and seven guys, along with
their locations in the park, like the Banana On A Stick place in front
of the Aviation Museum. The park wasn't just a little patch of dirt
with a swingset or two, it was acres of gardens and musuems and other
cultural sites, a major showplace and destination for locals and
tourists alike. Being so popular, it was usually very crowded, which
meant that Brooke would be collecting her autographs very much in
public. No small classroom with twenty or thirty bored students mostly
used to naked women, even the less crowded spots were likely to have
hundreds of people milling around. The feminine names were a tease,
she was sure. A trade off - expose herself only to another woman, but
the locations given for these women were of course the most crowded
spots in the park, one was right next to the signature fountain that
everyone and their uncle wanted to have their picture taken in front
of, there wasn't a place in the park with more people night or day.

/Oh, fuck ME! This is bad, very bad... how can I do this? I *have* to.
I'll just go early, and get the autographs as quickly as possible.
There will be a shitload of people, but if I'm quick about it, not too
many will see me. It won't be as bad as letting those art class
assholes stare right at me for an hour.../

Brooke tried to psych herself up, convince herself this very public
outing wouldn't be so bad, but it was a hard sell. She'd been in the
park, even on bad days, and it was always packed. Always. There was no
way she wasn't going to be seen by loads and loads of people, even if
she was quick. And who were these people who were expecting her?
They'd be in on the blackmailer's plans to humiliate her, they weren't
going to let her do things quickly and cover back up, they'd surely
make her stay exposed and show her off as much as possible. If she had
looked in the mirror right then, she'd have seen that her fair, pretty
face was already blushing fiercely.

/Fuck!/

She had all that day to think about it, and was very distracted in her
classes, dreading her day in the park. One of her teachers really
reamed her out for not being prepared when she couldn't correctly
answer some questions about that days assignment, even though she had
done the work and had it right there in front of her. She wound up
bailing on her last class of the day, because she just couldn't deal
with it. Instead, she went home, and broke out the now familiar bad-
habit bottle, and got stinking drunk. Not the smartest move. It did
allow her to sleep, or at least pass out, without having any horrid
dreams, but she woke up late, and hung over.

/Oh, great! So much for my early start... dumb! Dumb! Dumb! I deserve
this headache.../

Already past ten, she hurried through a quick shower, and got dressed
as quickly as her aching body would let her. She picked out a loose
blouse, that would let her expose a single breast at a time if she was
careful about it, and cover back up quickly. A plain pair of panties
that would come off easily, and a skirt that came down just short of
her knees. It could be pulled up in front while still hanging down in
the back, keeping her ass covered, and her exposure to a minimum,
while still obeying the rules she'd been given. She added a pair of
flat sandals, and figured that would do for the day.

She scurried out to the kitchen, to prepare something quick and easy
to take with her, but her stomach roiled and protested at the thought
of food. /Fuck it, I need to get going anyways!/ She grabbed her keys,
and headed out the door, head still pounding, and in such a hurry she
almost forgot the list of names. She was getting in her car when she
thought about who she would get to sign first, and where she should
park, when she realized she didn't have the list. /Damn! That would
have been fucked up. Get it together, girl!/ She hurried back inside
and snatched the list, and practically ran back to her car. Seconds
later she was flying towards the park, driving much too fast.

Luck was with her, and she avoided any run-ins with the law, and
didn't crash into anyone else, although she had a few close calls. She
never noticed. The parking lots were fairly full, but she found a spot
not too far from the North end of the park, where she would have to
finish her task at the self shot photo booth. /Lot of people here
today... duh, it is the weekend. Don't think about it, just do it!/

She attracted more than a few looks as she strolled rapidly through
the park towards her first destination. In spite of taking no time to
do up her hair, and wearing almost no make up, she was still quite a
looker in her loose, casual outfit. Her long legs were shown off to
great effect by the above the knee skirt, her muscles working smoothly
as she kept up a quick pace, her ass carrying a sexy wiggle back and
forth from her momentum. Her tits bounced freely as she moved,
obviously unrestrained, showing off nice glimpses of dark cleavage and
promising swells as they shifted under the relaxed fit of her blouse.
Even the hair was working for her, the tousled just out of the shower
look coming off as a little wild but carefully styled, an effect many
pay big money at top salons to achieve.

Brooke was aware of the looks. Normally she cultivated them, liking
very much to be noticed. Today, though, she really wished she were
invisible. Old habits die hard, though, and she unconsciously added a
little more swing to her hips, and she flushed a little with pride,
and just a touch of excitement at being attractive enough to cause
roaming eyes to focus her way. Being found sexy by others made her
feel sexy, even when she was dressed like shit, nervous to near panic,
and hung over as hell. The conscious part of her very much wished
they'd stop noticing her, though. She knew she had things to do she
didn't want to be seen doing, and having all the male heads swivel as
she went by was not helping her nerves at all.

The hot dog stand she picked for her first signature gathering wasn't
the most secluded spot on the list. Her thinking was that early in the
day, before the crowds swelled, it would be better to get a more
populated area out of the way, saving the places likely to have fewer
people for later in the day. It was situated at the lesser used side
entrance to children's zoo, an inconvenient way in, only used by
people forced to park in the overflow parking lot when the main lot
was full.

There were a few cars in the lot, but it looked like she had made a
good choice, as it was only a few, and there didn't seem to be many
more piling in. She slowed her pace as she approached the stand,
getting more nervous the closer she got. The pimply teenager manning
the stand had a big grin on his face. With stringy red hair, and a
complexion combining the worst of acne and freckles resembling a bad
case of chicken pox, he looked like Howdy Doody in the throes of
puberty. Brooke hoped for his sake that he had guessed who she was,
and that the stupid grin wasn't his usual expression, because it
really made him look like the 50's wooden puppet, except stupider.

Brooke took a deep breath. /Get it over with girl. No one is here!/

"Hi. I hope you are expecting me. I'm supposed to get an autograph..."

"Sure! I was hoping you'd show up here. I have a pen right here, as a
matter of fact!"

Brooke didn't think it possible, but his grin got even wider. She
quickly pulled her blouse aside, baring her right tit, and leaned in
towards the hot dog dork so he could sign. To her surprise, he only
ogled her for a moment before signing her tit in magic marker with a
flourish. The whole thing had taken less than a minute, and she hadn't
been exposed for half that time, and then only to the teenage vendor -
there wasn't anyone else around. It had been easy! The relief of
getting it done was a rush, and she felt a little dirty for showing
off to this young guy, she normally didn't tease teenagers, and the
combination left her feeling tingly.

"Damn! You have nice tits, Brooke. I'm glad you picked me. I wish I
could stare at you all day. Thanks for the show!"

The praise was a little embarassing, but also flattering, and added to
that tingly feeling. Wanting to run off, and get the rest of this day
over with, she still felt a little obliged to the guy for being so
cool about it. He could have been a real ass, and he hadn't.

"I'm glad it was you. I'm sure you'll land a sexy girlfriend to look
at all the time, you are such a nice guy. I appreciate you not making
this awkward for me, you're a sweetie."

With that said, Brooke trotted off before the situation got too weird.
She felt kindly towards the guy for not being a jerk, but didn't want
to encourage him too much, or give him a chance to change into an
asshole. Even nice guys can make that switch given the right stimulus.
No reason to push her luck, and the clock was ticking anyways.

The next destination she had decided on was the balloon stand, almost
all the way on the other side of the park. Again she attracted many
roving eyes as she hurried across the lush acreage, her fine figure
and easy athletic motion just drew eyeballs the way a flame draws
moths. It was enough attention that the tingly feeling she had leaving
the hot dog stand did not go away. It didn't grow, but it stayed
constant, a warmness and excitement that was familiar, normally quite
enjoyable, but today a little disturbing. /I don't need these
distractions! Get a grip, Brooke, and get this shit over and done
with.../

The balloon stand was the complete opposite of the hot dog stand.
Normally a fairly empty part of the park, there were a few people
wandering around when Brooke arrived, and while they mostly left with
hanging around long, new faces replaced them at a fairly constant
rate. This autograph session wasn't going to be witness free. The guy
running the stand was probably around 25, and quite good looking, in a
GQ sort of way. Wavy black hair with greasy pomade, a lantern jaw with
just a touch of shadow, and a very athletic build. He was slick, with
a sly smile. He also turned out to be an asshole, or at least Brooke
thought so.

"Ah, Brooke. So glad to see you. Of course I haven't seen as much of
you as I might, now, have I?" he chuckled at his own humor.

Brooke was nervous. She didn't like having anyone around, but there
didn't seem to be anything to do about that. She'd waited a few
moments, scoping out the scene, before approaching, and had seen that
the crowd was fairly steady. Waiting longer might only make the
numbers go up. She also didn't like the way this guy was acting, he
seemed a little too smooth, the type of guy she would brush off at a
party, sure he was just acting the Playa.

"So you are expecting me? Good. Let's get this done with, OK?"

"Fine, fine, girl. No problem. Always eager to please," he said, his
smile looking as greasy as his slicked back hair as he waved a Magic
Marker.

Brooke pulled her blouse aside, baring her left tit. As she did, one
of the passing strollers noticed, looked shocked then pleased, and
stopped to watch. /Fucking great! Now I've got an audience. I hope no
one else notices... hurry up, asshole!/

But hurrying up was not on the asshole's agenda. He just sat there
waving the Magic Marker, and admiring her bare breast.

"Come on, come on," pleaded Brooke. "People are noticing, and I need
to move on!"

"Relax, babe. Just admiring the view. No big deal if a few people get
a view, you're a lovely sight." He paused, drawing things out some
more, before continuing. "Besides, you didn't ask me nicely, and I
think I'd rather sign your thigh than your tits. Better put that away
and raise your skirt, before I change my mind, and don't sign at all."

/Fucker!/

Brooke covered herself back up, and seriously considered just leaving
and getting a signature from somewhere else, but time was slipping by
at an amazing rate, racing towards her deadline. When she noticed the
guy who had stopped was now moving on, figuring the show was over, she
decided to go ahead and get the thigh signature from the balloon
selling jackass, and at least get something for her troubles.

"OK, OK, please, just sign, OK? Will you sign my thigh?"

The GQ jerk acted like he was thinking about it for a moment before
saying yes.

Brooke pulled up her skirt, and raised her right leg some, so he had a
clear shot at her thigh. She was relieved when he actually signed with
the Magic Marker, although she could have done without him rubbing the
back of his hand across her mound when he got to the end. She quickly
dropped her skirt, and ran. She noticed several people had been
watching, and heard a wolf whistle as she fled. What would they think
had been going on? She felt so embarrassed! She was flushed, blushing,
and hated to admit that the brief touching of her pussy the jerk had
done felt good, but it had, and both the rush of blood from blushing
and the touch had heightened the tingling that had started at the hot
dog stand. She was turned on, although not exactly happy about it. She
felt a little like her body was betraying her.

She finally stopped running, and sat on a bench to catch her breath.
No one seemed to have followed her at least. She had no idea what she
would do if someone did. After she calmed down a little bit, and her
pounding heart had slowed some, she looked at her watch. /Fuck! It's
one O'clock. I've only got about an hour left!/

Brooke quickly decided to hit another balloon stand, this one near to
the Modern Art Museum, because that area was usually a little less
attended than other more popular spots in the park. She dog trotted
off that direction, afraid to just walk because time was running out
to get this task done, plus she really wanted it to be done and over
with. Failing to meet the deadline would have such bad consequences,
but she was also really nearing the edge of freaking out. The public
exposure, combined with the time pressure, was giving her the worst
case of nerves she had ever had, and the teasing by that last prick
really hadn't helped matters.

Her gut felt like it was about to explode when she saw who was manning
the balloon stand. She hadn't known the name from the list, but she
sure recognized him. It was one of the guys who had been in the art
class! /Fuck!/ A quick look at her watch, and Brooke knew she had no
time to go pick someone else, she needed another signature right away!
Almost trembling, she quickly approached the balloon vendor and wanna
be art student.

"Uh, hey, uh..."

"Ah, Brooke! I was told you might be in the park today. What luck! I
assume you need my autograph, right?" he chuckled.

"Yes, yes that is right. Would you please sign my breast? I hate to
cut things short, but I'm sort of on a deadline, so could you make it
quick? Please!?"

"Anything for a lovely lady. Where should I sign?"

Brooke steeled herself to not look around. She knew there were people
watching, but she was trying very hard to pretend they weren't there.
She opened her blouse, and popped out her breast to be signed. She
heard a gasp and a couple of chuckles, which made it really hard to
pretend she was unobserved, but she kept her head locked straight
ahead, and tried her best.

This prick had seemed like he might just sign and be done with it, but
it wasn't to be. He started making a little doodle first, and with
every stroke of the pen his hand kept brushing against her nipple
ring, giving it little tugs and flicks. After he had drawn a small cat
at the inside of her cleavage, and labeled it "sweet pussy", he signed
his name with a flourish. Then he gave a quick, sharp breath right at
her nipple, already throbbing and erect from his earlier tweeking. The
breath shot a shock right up Brooke's spine, an instant flashback to
her bare pussy getting the same treatment in front of the art class.
Her body pulsed, her nipples grew even taughter, and her pussy
actually began to drip.

"There! A real work of art! And the drawing ain't bad, either!" he
sniggered at his crude joke, but by the time he had started laughing,
Brooke had her breast tucked away, and was making rapid time away from
the stand. She flushed so fully with embarrassment she got light
headed, for as she turned away, she saw that at least twenty people
had been doing nothing but watching her get a drawing on her bare tit,
some a little shocked, but most of them giggling and laughing about
it.

/God! They must think I'm such a slut.../ Brooke moaned almost out
loud, even giving out a little squeak as she once again ran away.

/I've got to get through this, and fast, or I'll never finish. Where
to next? It's all going to be crowded now. I'm so *FUCKED!*/

As she hurried off, she saw a frozen banana stand that was tucked out
of the way of the main thoroughfares. /Bingo! That one is on the list,
and there is hardly anyone around!/

She threaded through a hedge and a set of benches to the stand
quickly.

"Hi! You've been expecting me, right? I need your autograph!"

Her skirt was up, and her thigh stood exposed, ready for a signature,
before she had even caught her breath, or the semi-stunned guy behind
the stand could even answer. He was quick on the uptake, though, and
whipped out a marker.

"Now, come over here where I can do a good job."

He proceeded to move her this way, then that way, obviously delaying
and prolonging her exposure. What had seemed like a good location
quickly proved otherwise, as she hadn't gone far away fast enough to
keep many of the people who had seen her get her tit signed by the
balloon man from catching up to enjoy another show and tell session.
Mostly guys, but a few girls too. Her audience had grown! Now there
had to be fifty people looking at her raised skirt and exposed thigh,
and with considerable embarassment Brooke realized that there was an
obvious damp spot on her panties! Nothing to do but grin and bear it,
she patiently waited for the bannana vendor to sign her thigh, with
her heart pounding so hard and fast it felt like it was about to
explode out of her mouth.

When he finally did sign, Brooke immediately exploded into a sprint,
and ran away from the crowd as fast as she could. She was so full of
adrenaline it had been hard to hold still long enough for the
signature. A couple guys tried to jog along with her, sure that
something else was bound to happen with this hot girl, but they gave
up as she really left them in the dust. A final comment she heard just
before she ducked around a bathroom was "Must be some kind of Sorority
prank or something. She sure seemed to be enjoying it, though!"

/One last signature!/ Of course it was the worst one, her panties. She
wouldn't just be exposing a tit, or showing off her legs this time.
Everyone around was going to see her bare snatch as she had to remove
the panties to be signed, and hold up her skirt, staying completely
exposed to one and all, until they were signed and she put them back
on. She had been saving one of the girls on the list for this one,
thinking that another girl would feel bad for her, and not make a huge
scene or embarass her further. Unfortunately she didn't know that the
girl she had picked was a lesbian, and quite fond of humiliating other
girls for fun and excitement.

Brooke made her way to the West end of the park, where the girl on the
list sold sunglasses. This was also not too far from the photo booth
at the north end she had to finish this event in. /Damn! I know what
to do in the booth!/ Her sudden insight of what she was going to do
about the final picture eased her mind a bit, but her heart was still
pounding in her chest, and she felt flushed, almost woozy. Turned on,
nervous, flushed from exertion, and embarrassed all at the same time
had her entire nervous system sizzling. She approached the sunglass
hut darn near a complete wreck, and if she had known what the cute
redhead working there was about to do, she would have said "Fuck It!"
and run away.

The redhead was cute, too, the kind of girl Brooke would normally have
quite a bit of fun flirting with.

"I need your autograph!"

"What exactly am I supposed to sign?"

"My panties."

"Ohh. I don't know...  we could get in a lot of trouble!"

"Come on, you've been waiting for me. Please help me, I don't have
much time left!"

"OK. Take 'em off. You do know the rules, right?"

Brooke nodded, bit her lip, raised her skirt and tucked it so it would
stay up, then peeled her panties down and gave them to the girl. She
was naked from the waist down, and a sharp, loud wolf whistle made her
jump and almost faint. She had at least as much of a crowd as she had
at the banana stand, and the comments were flying.

"Look at her!" "What is she doing?" "What a slut!" "Look, she is
shaved clean!" and many more lewd, insulting, and humiliating things
were being said, some right to her - "Turn around so we can get the
whole view!"

The redhead made a show of waving the panties around for all to see.

"I need to dry these out before I can sign them, they are too wet to
take any ink. What exactly have you been doing today?" she winked.
"Must have been some fun! Oh, I don't have a pen, wait right here..."
and before Brooke could say or do anything, she had disappeared with
the panties through a door right behind the sunglass hut, and was
gone!

/Oh, *SHIT!* What can I do? I can't put my skirt down, I can't just
run away, but I can't just stand her half naked and wait! *FUCK!*/

Brooke was a trembling wreck, standing with her skirt up, her wet
pussy totally exposed for a large crowd of strangers to stare at, not
knowing what to do with herself. Someone started to clap, and it
caught on, and Brooke was now being assaulted by loud applause and
whistles. "When is the next show, babe?" "Take the rest off!"

Brooke was about to run lest she faint when the girl finally took
mercy on her, and emerged from the back room with the panties signed.
It looked like the whole thing was over, until it became obvious that
the girl wasn't going to just hand them over, she wanted to put them
on Brooke herself. Brooke couldn't do anything but step into them, and
let the girl pull them up until they were snug tightly against her
mound, shifting them around and rubbing her pussy in front of the
applauding crowd. She pulled her hand back, showing off the obvious
moisture there, and then made a show of smelling and then tasting her
fingers.

"God damn, that's some tasty pussy!"

The crowd roared!

As soon as the girls hands were off her, Brooke had her skirt down,
and this sprint made her earlier runs look quite amateur. The photo
booth was all she could think about now, even as she ran she could
feel her juices soaking her panties, her heaving chest made her
throbbing nipples ache, and the nipple rings were no help as they
caught on her blouse, tugging and teasing them even more. But there
was the photo booth! Brooke dived inside, and it seemed she had gotten
away from her admirers. /5 minutes to spare! I did it!/

Now Brooke put her hastily conceived plan into effect. She really had
been dreading having to take this picture, with her breasts and pussy
exposed, but the worst of it was her face. She didn't need any more
blackmail material out there, although it was obvious that her
tormentor could create much worse. But why provide fuel for the fire?
Brooke undid her blouse, exposing the two signatures and the little
drawing on her chest, took her panties off, and making sure the
signature side was showing, prepared to take the picture she was
required to take. Legs spread wide, showing off both of the signatures
on her thighs, and her now very sloppy slit, she held the panties up
as the camera flashed, catching everything in its winking lens -
except her face! She kept that little secret hidden behind the
panties. She might have to show off everything else, but there wasn't
going to be any way they could tell for sure who was doing the
showing!

She felt almost victorious over her blackmailer. She had followed the
rules, but kept a little something of herself back. She had a tinge of
fear that the blackmailer might get pissed, and do something in
retaliation, but she had followed the rules... /Fuck it! I had to do
something.../

Brooke quickly put her panties back on, and covered up. The printed
picture, with its typical four frames, was ready in the pickup slot,
and it was perfect. All four shots clearly showed all the signatures,
and all of Brooke for that matter, except her face. The panties
covered it almost perfectly. Her pussy was prominently on display,
pouty and puffy; her nipples, adorned by the rings, were obviously
swollen and tender; but you could not see her face behind the wet
panties with their slightly smeared signature.

Brooke had hardly emerged from the booth when the girl from the
sunglass hut strolled up.

"Omega sent me. He thought you might pick me, so he did too. I need
the picture, it is time."

Brooke reluctantly handed over the picture.

"Nice! I see you covered your face without technically breaking the
rules. Clever. I'm sure Omega will let you get away with that, but
he'll probably also make you regret doing it. I'm impressed, though.
Keep up the good work, you get through this soon."

The girl gave Brooke a quick peck on the cheek, turned away, and was
gone in the crowd. Brooke turned as well, and practically limped out
to the parking lot. She felt like she had run a marathon, and the let
down was intense. She napped in the car for half an hour before she
felt like she had enough strength to drive home. She moped around the
house the rest of the day, and tried to go to bed early. Sleep
wouldn't come, though, as a few thoughts ran through her head again
and again.

/What are they going to do with that picture? And what will I have to
do next...?/

And

/Why did that girl seem to know so much? She has to know Omega, or be
in on the whole thing. Maybe *SHE* is Omega! Fuck, it doesn't matter,
does it? I almost wound up fucked when I tried to find out anything
from that art model. It isn't worth it. Like she said, it is almost
over...

But is it?/


        DV
http://deltavenus.smutisp.com

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+