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                             NWMD15.TXT -- 15/20(?)

                             Not With My Daughter!
                                    Part 15
                              by Spunk N. Wagnels
                           spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
                                 ICQ #17890536

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"Welcome home my favorite forty-year-old."  Marnie said, greeting Roger at the
door with a kiss and a hug.  "How was your day?"

"My day was a little strange.  How was my favorite cheerleader's day?"  He
said, holding her in his arms around her low back.

"I've got to ask you, Honey, what exactly happened Saturday while I was waiting
for you upstairs?  I've had a call from everyone, except Barb, telling me what
a great time they had, but each of them asked in their own way, 'what happened
while they were too drunk or passed out.'  It's kind of spooky."

"All I remember is how cool our friends are, how daring they can be, and that I
had the best time with them that I can ever remember.  Why don't you call Barb.
Maybe she was not as out of it as the rest of the group."

"I'll do that.  I'll do it right now."  She said, giving Roger a peck on the
cheek.

"Hello, Susan?  Hi, it's Marnie, is your mom around?"

"Gosh am I glad you called.  My mom has been acting kind of weird lately.  I
think she needs a good friend right now.  I'm walking to her with the phone
now.  It all started with the party. Here she is.  Bye."

"Hello?"  Barbara answered.

"Hey Barb, it's me.  What's up?"

"Marnie?  Oh Marnie, I need to talk to you.  Can we go out for a drink or
something?"

"Sure Barb, what is it?"

"Marnie, I can't talk now on the phone.  Would you go out with me for a little
bit?"

"Sure Barb, when would you like?"

"Is now okay?"

"Sure, I suppose so.  I'll be right over."  Marnie said, then hung up.

"Honey, I'm going to have to go out with Barb to get the answers.  She sounded
too freaked to talk on the phone.  See you later."  She said, leaned over the
seated Roger, and planted a kiss before leaving.

When Marnie drove up to George and Barbara's house, Barbara was sitting on her
stoop holding a coat tightly around herself.  When she saw Marnie's car, she
started jogging to it before she even had it parked.

"Hi Barb."

"Hi Marnie.  Thanks.  Please drive."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere people won't recognize us."

"Barb, what's wrong?  You aren't acting like yourself.  Saturday you were
telling me about the wonderful changes in your life, and now you're acting like
you're a victim of something.  Tell me what's going on with you."

"Marnie, what happened Saturday night?  I've got to know."

"That's funny, I was going to ask you the same thing.  I was upstairs.  When I
came down, everyone was gone."

"You mean you don't know?"  Barbara said fighting back tears.  "I've got to
find out.  I just have to know."

"You're starting to scare me Barb.  Tell me what you do know."

"Marnie, I have been in complete control of my life, all my life.  You know I
don't drink too much.  Except when I am asleep, I am conscious of everything,
every decision, every action I make.  The SEXY Productions thing was fun and
exciting, because I made a conscious decision to let it happen and experience
new things, but I could have stopped it whenever I wanted to.  I appreciated
your getting me to the point that I could let go a little and experience a
different slice of life."

"None of what you're telling me explains anything about why you are so upset
right now."

"Marnie, I can't remember part of the evening.  The last thing I remember is
wishing Roger 'Happy Birthday'.  At the end of the evening, I realized that we
had all switched costumes."

"That sounds like it could have been fun."

"It seems like it was fun, but Marnie, by the time I realized we had switched,
I was in Mary's 'Jane' costume."

"Yeah, so?"

"Marnie, Mary is a 'B' cup, and I am a 'D' cup like you.  Her suede costume was
way too small on top.  My breasts were showing out the sides in all
directions."

"Barbara, you were pretty much showing it all in the harem costume.  You were
hot girl."

"You don't get it.  The loin covering was just that, no panties, no nothing.
Except for a couple of triangular patches, and a chamois along my crotch, I was
totally naked in front of our friends."

"Barbara, you basically had a thong itty bitty bikini on under the see-through
material of your costume.  I don't see how it matters to the degree you are
reacting to it.  I was shocked at how brave you were in the first place."

"Okay, even if I give you that, how did I come to be in Mary's Jane costume,
and how did Bob end up in George's sheik's costume, and how did George end up
in Will's Hawaiian garb, and so on?"

"You all played a game?"

"What game?  How did we change?  Where did we change?  What else might we have
done? God Marnie, I can't remember."  Barbara said bursting into tears.

"Barb, take it easy.  You were my last hope to find out, but I think I just
figured who could tell us even better.  I've just got to pull over and get to a
phone.  Don't worry, we'll find out what you all did to have so much fun."

"Thanks Marnie."

They pulled into a diner.  Marnie called Dr. Power's office and learned from
the answering service that he went out of town Sunday and didn't know when he
would be calling in.  Then she called Roger's building to see if security
personnel would answer the phone.  She asked for Larcher's phone number, but
was told that they couldn't give out that kind of information over the phone.
The person did agree to have Larcher call them at the pay phone's number, if
Larcher could be located.

They waited over coffee by the phone, and worried over anyone that got near it,
for fear they would tie it up when Larcher tried to call back.  Marnie tried to
cheer Barbara up by emphasizing the positives of her transformation into a more
daring experience of life, and tried to keep her mind off of the dark hole from
Saturday causing her so much anxiety now.  Eventually, the pay phone rang.
They knew it was for them and rushed to answer it.  Barbara tried anxiously to
hear the other side of the conversation, by putting her ear as close as she
could to the back side of the phone.

The gist of it was, that Larcher was willing to meet with them, but only if
they came to where he was, at an establishment called "Jiggles" five miles
away.  He said he would meet them inside, because there never was a cover
charge for ladies.  Besides, he pointed out, it was Ladies' Night, so drinks
were only fifty cents for them, and if they made it in by about seven-thirty,
they still would be able to fill up on happy hour food until eight.

Jiggles wasn't a place Marnie nor Barbara would have picked to go into if they
were on their own.  It was brightly lit outside and no windows, so they
couldn't get a flavor for the atmosphere inside.  A guy in the foyer
nonchalantly waved them by as they entered.  The first thing they saw was
Larcher waiting at the bar for a drink.

"Hi, Ladies.  Nice to see you.  Let me get this here and we can find a table
over there."  He was pointing to a table to their right.  He put his drink down
on the side facing the front and went around to the side facing the back to
hold out chairs for the two ladies.  Barbara was too anxious to ask him her
questions to notice the clientele, but Marnie noticed that it was a shade too
red- neck for her comfort.

"So what can old Walter do for you ladies?"

"Larcher I told you on the phone why we are here.  We need you to tell us what
went on Saturday night while I was upstairs."  Marnie said coolly.

"Could you please tell us about the costume changing.  I'd really appreciate it
if you let me know."  Barbara asked with her politist demeanor.

"Sure, why not.  At one point in the evening, you were given the opportunity to
trade for the costume you wished you had worn.  There was some negotiating, but
it all worked out so everybody got a chance to try on a different one, but then
everyone kind of left at the same time without changing back."  He explained.

Barbara scrunched up her eyes and face, indicating she either didn't buy it or
it was too full of holes for her satisfaction.  "Please tell me more about it,
like where did we change and things." Barbara asked again.

"Larcher, you know more than you are letting on."  Marnie started to challenge,
when a scantily clad cocktail waitress interrupted her to take their drink
orders.  "Oh, a white wine I guess."

"Me too."  Barbara added.

"Now, come clean Larcher, what really happened?"  Marnie insisted.

"Hey wait a second, you ladies came to me for answers, and you insult me by not
believing what I say . . ."

"She really didn't mean anything by it, please go on, we really want to know."
Barbara interceded.

"I don't know, you are asking something of me, but you don't offer to do
anything in return."  

"What could we possibly tell you in return?"  Barbara asked.

"I didn't say 'tell me', I said 'do' something in return."

"Larcher, don't go there."  Marnie cautioned threateningly.

"Now Missy, you've got it all wrong.  Why don't you enter the amateur night
contest for me.  If either of you wins the cash, you split it with me and I
tell you all that I know."

At this, both ladies looked around the place carefully, realizing that it was
filling up and that there was a stage on the other side of the large room
behind them.

"On no, nice try Larcher, but we're outta here."  Marnie said, grabbing
Barbara's arm and starting to stand.

"I have a video."  Larcher said teasingly.

"Marnie, wait.  What do you mean a video?"  Barbara asked, sitting back down
for the moment.

"I mean, you all put on a pretty good show, and I have it all on tape."  He
said, pulling out a super eight tape from his pocket and moving it temptingly
in front of them.

Barbara and Marnie had the same idea and both grabbed for it, but were foiled
by Larcher's anticipation and reflexes.

"What is on that tape?"  Barbara demanded.

"Let's just say, a lot more than it would take to win this here amateur
contest."

"Oh my god Marnie, what am I going to do?"

"Here's the deal.  You enter and try your best, and I show you the tape.  You
enter and you win, and I give you the tape.  Now, isn't that more than an even
shake?"

"Marnie would you do it for us?  You could see the tape and tell me what is on
it."

"No way sister.  Even if I were to fall for this ludicrous 'deal', I wouldn't
do it alone, and let you off the hook.  We either do it together or not at all.
Com'on, let's go."

"No wait.  Can't we talk about it?  I've just got to know what is on that
tape."  Barbara said to Marnie, while looking on anxiously at the tape Larcher
was waving again.

"Actually Ladies, it's not like it is for the regular dancers who dance down to
nothing, it is a wet tee-shirt contest.  All of the contestants are amateurs,
and the tee-shirts are provided by the sponsors.  From what I've seen, both you
ladies would fill out a tee-shirt nicely.  You'd definitely have a shot.
Remember I get half the cash and you get the video."

"Can we talk about this privately for awhile?"  Marnie asked.

"Sure Ladies, I'll be at the bar."

"Why don't you dance Barb, and tell me what's on that tape.  You're probably on
it, not me." Marnie challenged.

"Oh Marnie, you're braver than I am about something like this. Couldn't you do
it as a friend?" Barbara asked again.

Marnie was drowned out by music that started up as the lights went down in the
audience.  Two dancers came out and started to dance.  Then they went to the
back of the stage while two other dancers came out in front and danced.  Marnie
and Barbara turned their chairs completely around and watched in horror and
amazement at the professional performances.  The first two traded places with
the second two, and danced in front for a little bit and exited the stage,
while the other two danced in front for the ending of the song.  Then they left
backstage just as the music ended.

"See what I mean, this isn't for us Barb.  Let's go."

"No wait, let's check it out some more."  Barbara said.

Then the music went on to another song and one dancer came out and danced for
several numbers, removing her costume,  and saving the last song for a totally
nude performance, showing grace, stamina, athleticism and seductiveness.
Marnie and Barbara, watched her carefully work the crowd, move her breasts,
open her legs, play it coy with those laying money on the edge of the stage.
They admired her confidence, her self assurance, her poise.

"How can we compete with that?"  Marnie asked.

"We wouldn't be.  They would be other amateurs like us, and we would have
tee-shirts on." Barbara said, unwittingly talking it up for herself.

The second dancer did pretty much the same thing except her costume,
choreography and body mechanics differed from the first.  Her breasts were a
little larger, but still not as big as Marnie's or Barbara's, which gave the
two a small measure of satisfaction.

"You know, in drama classes back in college they used to tell us that if we had
stage freight, all we had to do was picture the audience in their underwear and
we'd be fine."  Barbara offered.

""Yeah, that would put us all in underwear, wouldn't it."  Marnie said, causing
them to giggle nervously.

The third dancer was less a dancer and more an undulating sex machine. Her last
number was almost exclusively done on the floor.

"Look, this place is packed to the gills.  These women in the audience look
kind of young compared to us.  Do you suppose they are the competitors?"
Barbara asked a little worried.

"Who else would they have to do it?  Wouldn't it be great though, if you and I
were the only competitors?  We'd see the tape and one of us would walk away
with it."  Marnie thought out loud.  "What am I thinking.  We can't do this,
what would our husbands think."

"What would our husbands think if the stuff on that tape is as bad as Mr.
Larcher says it is?"  

The last dancer really got the crowd primed.  She had a sense about her that
appealed to the women as well as the men in the establishment, and brought the
loudest applause by far.  Her breasts appeared natural, like dancers one and
two.  It was obvious that dancer number three had store bought breasts.

Then an announcer got on a microphone on the stage and announced the amateur
contest for 9:00.  He indicated that all entrants be signed in by 8:45.  There
was going to be a five hundred dollar cash prize for first place, a trip for
two to a Club Med in the south of France, airfare not included, and a fifty
dollar gift certificate to the lingerie store, Sweet Nothings.  Second and
third place were each to get the gift certificates and one hundred dollars
cash.  All entrants would get to keep their tee-shirts.

"We're going to do it aren't we Barb?"  Marnie boldly said resigned to it.

"Do you think we should?"  Barbara asked attempting to have it seem to be by
Marnie's impetus.

"Com'on Barb, you aren't going to let me out of here without seeing that tape
and you're not going to get me to do it without you doing it with me.  I need a
stiff drink."

Barbara signaled for service, and they ordered double martinis. Larcher
followed the server over to the table.

"I smell cash coming my way.  You gals are going to do great.  You might be a
little more seasoned than the others I've seen, but you are definitely the best
looking.  All you have to do is show them how hot you are, and you'll walk away
with it, guaranteed."

Marnie and Barbara had a sickened look on their faces as the reality of it
started to sink in deeper.

"Marnie, talk to me about living life more, trying new things, and all that
some more, would you please?"

"I need another drink.  Oh Miss."  Marnie got in an order for another round,
while the music played and journeyman female dancers kept the crowd entertained
on stage.

Larcher was off talking to one of the dancers from earlier, the one with the
most applause.  Then he came back to the table.  "Okay Ladies.  I've arranged
for you to get a leg up on the competition.  Come with me."  He said, then
waited for them to guzzle their drinks.

Larcher led them to the fourth dancer, who took them in turn to a room in back
for the professional dancers.  She sat down in front of them at a vanity and
said,  "Hi, I'm Gina.  Let me see what we can do about you two.  Would you
please take off your clothes?"

Barbara looked at Marnie in horror and pulled her jacket around herself again
tightly.  Marnie looked back at Gina with a disgusted resigned look and
remained motionless, until Gina said, "Ladies, I'm here to help, really.
You're gonna need to have those clothes off for the tee-shirts anyway."

Marnie started to take off her blouse as she asked,  "Why are you doing this?"

"Well, Walter has been good to me, he even got me this great job when I was
really down and out, and I try to return him the favors when I can.  You'll be
up against primarily, 18-25 year-old's, and he wanted to level the playing
field.  So, what are your names?"

"I'm Marnie and this is my friend Barbara."

"Barbara, you'll need to get undressed too, if you want me to help."

At that, Barbara opened and slid her coat off.  Then she unbuttoned her top
trying to catch up to Marnie.

"Now the bras, let's see what we have to work with."  Gina said with a glint of
anticipation in her eyes.  "Nice, real nice, both of you.  We have something to
work with here.  How old are you?"

"We're in our thirties."  Marnie offered for the two of them.  Barbara looked
at her with the hint amusement since they were both turning forty shortly.

"Now the bottoms."  Gina said.  "Would you both turn around a couple of times?
Good, very good.  Well I have to say you both have very nice appealing bodies.
You have done very well for yourselves, keeping up your appearances."  She
said, causing the two naked ladies, except for their panties, to blush at the
twenty-two year old's compliment.
 
Then in walked a mousy man unannounced with a couple of clipboards. Marnie and
Barbara stepped back instinctively and covered their breasts with their arms.

"Gina,"  he said, "are these two competing?"

"Yes Don.  They need to sign up and get their shirts.  Can we do it in here?"

"Sure Hun, why not."  He said, handing a clipboard and a pen to Marnie, and
another clipboard and pen from behind his ear to Barbara.

The two took the clipboard with one hand, trying to keep their breasts covered
with their other, waiting for him to leave.  "Hurry Ladies, we've got work to
do."  Gina urged.

When they realized that the man was going to stand there waiting for them to
fill out the forms, they tried their best to turn and do so out of his view.
He surprised them by coming around to their front to point out required and
optional information.  When they were done, they handed the clipboards back
with one hand again, but he didn't take them, saying that they needed to read
the other side and sign a disclaimer.  Marnie resigned herself to just read it
and sign in front of him, warming up to the evening's event.  Barbara started
to turn, but decided to stay put as well, following Marnie's lead.

As he left, Gina asked,  "Can you put Marnie and Barbara down last, we are not
as ready as the others?"

"Sure Doll, for you anything."  He said, and left.

"Okay, we've got to do some things to make you stand out from the rest.  The
others will be wearing cutoffs, bikini bottoms, or thongs, things they don't
mind getting wet in.  I think you two should wear something more provocative
like smoke colored pantyhose.  Why don't you take off those panties and I'll
see what I can find."

"Gee, I hadn't thought about the bottoms.  I don't think I can do this without
at least my panties." Barbara protested.

"Me too."  Added Marnie.

"Well, it won't be as effective, but I'll respect your decision.  Here, you try
these, and you these." Gina said.

The ladies tried on the pantyhose, and except for the floral print of Barbara's
panties showing through, they looked like matching teammates.  Then in walked
Don with some shirts.  The ladies covered just the front of their breasts with
their hands this time.

"Here, you can try these on first, but they might be a little too tight."  He
said handing them a shirt each.  It was getting so close to the contest, Marnie
led the two of them by putting on the tee-shirt without any further attempts at
modesty.  Barbara followed suit, but not without taking an irregular breath or
two in the process.  "No, I think the next size up, don't you Gina?"

"Yes, we don't want these nice sized tits crushed, they won't show their
natural fullness."  She said.

The man gave them new shirts and left after they were satisfied with the size.
"I'll try to have someone knock when you're on, will that do Gina?"

"Thanks Don, you're a prince."  She said, as he walked out the door.  "I think
it will be best for you two to go on last.  We don't want to tip our hand, and
the audience will get tired of a lot of the same thing.  They always want
something better than what they have already seen.  By the time Don says, 'and
last but not least,' they will want you to be the best they have seen that
evening.  You saw how it worked for me earlier, didn't you?"  She said, getting
looks of intense interest from her two students.  "Now look in the mirror.
Don't you two look sexy?"  Gina asked proudly.

They looked at themselves, then each other, and did seem pretty pleased.  

"Well aside from some makeup, that I'll help you with, we should try one more
thing.  The other contestants will be out there barefoot, or in sneakers that
they feel okay about getting wet.  You two are going out in high heels.  It
will set you apart from them and will show off your beautifully toned legs
nicely.  Lets see if we can find the right sizes back in here."  She said
rummaging in a closet that ran along most of one wall.  She came up with a
yellow pair with open toe and ankle straps, which she gave to Barbara to match
her blond hair, and a light blue pair of similar style, to Marnie to match her
eyes.  "No, I think we'll go with black."  She said, rummaging some more

"Now that should get the right kind of attention, don't you think?" Gina said
pleased.  "Okay dance a little bit."

Barbara followed Marnie's lead and the two of them danced stiffly, by
professional standards, in front of their coach.  Gina looked a little
concerned.

"I wish I had a little more time to work with you on this part, but we are
going to have to wing it. Just remember to stay loose, movements representing
having sex always bring cheers, and don't let anyone out do you.  Match or
exceed what ever gets approval from the crowd by someone else.  Do it with
confidence, like you planned to do it all along,  just that someone beat you to
it. Smile anytime you look someone in the eye, especially the judges at first,
make them think you are dancing just for them.  Each time you make the
connection with anyone, it is like shaking hands or kissing babies on the
campaign trail.  Do what you can in the heels, dance the outfit.  Don't try to
compete athletically with someone barefoot or in sneakers.  Show these
breasts."  She said hefting one from each person.  "These are your ace in the
hole.  The younger contestants that are this big, most likely have fake ones,
which are probably new with taut skin."

She stood each one in front of the mirror and ran her hands up and around their
breasts to see what it would look like when the tee-shirts were wet.  "Others
are busy modifying their shirts as we speak.  I think we will leave these
shirts just as they are.  The length hides the panties just enough to tease.
These legs are going to knock some guys out of their seats."  She said.  Then
proceeded to apply make up for the balance of the time.

"Relax," she had to say to Barbara, whose hands were shaking and her temples
were visibly pulsing, "you know, when you are dancing out there, and the guys
are going crazy over your body, you are powerful, you are in complete control,
you call the shots.  You're going to choose how much you want to do in order to
win, even though the audience will be trying to encourage you further.
Ultimately, it will be the adventure of your choosing.  People act like they
look down on what I do for a living, but I'm here to tell you, there is no more
ultimate high, if you let it happen.  Don't worry Doll, you'll both be great."

Barbara took a couple of deep breaths and sat up with a new conviction.  "How
did this youngster know exactly what to say to Barbara?  Maybe she is wiser
than her years."  Marnie wondered to herself.

They could tell that the music had stopped, and that announcements were being
made.  Gina thought it best to keep them back with her, rather than be swept up
with all the nerves of the others out behind the stage.  As she applied the
makeup and they waited, she ran through the procedures of the event.  "After
all the contestants are wet, they will have everyone dance together.  This will
be to see who the judges along the first row, stage right, will decide make the
first cut.  The judges are influenced by the crowd response, so any cheering
you generate is a good thing.  There will be some who will try to hog the
stage.  The audience will most likely get bored with them and they won't make
the cut.  You'll need to create a balance, on instinct, how often and for how
long you dance up to the front.  You want to be seen, and appreciated, but not
to be boring.  A little mystery and elusiveness never hurts.  After the first
cut, you and eight others will be left to dance some more.  This is where you
watch what is working with this particular crowd by the others.  Keep up with
them without being obvious.  Then when you are down to the last five, you will
be judged by the crowd, and you will have the opportunity for a solo number.  I
trust Don will keep you two for the end.  This will be your last chance to get
the crowd to vote for you.  There is no sense in holding back here.  You either
want to win, or you settle for less."  She said as she was finishing some
touches with Marnie's makeup.  Then came the soft knock at the door, and a
voice which said, "It's show time."

"Okay Marnie," Gina gave her a hug, "and Barbara,"  she gave her a hug too, "go
out there knowing you are going to win.  If you know it, really know it, nobody
can take the prize away from you, and everything else will fall into place.
I'll be out there rooting for you."  Then she opened the door for the two
hyperventilating ladies to follow the person waiting for them outside the door.

Marnie thinking about Gina's advice pulled herself up into a proud posture,
shock out her mane and walked with a long confident stride behind their escort.
Barbara watched Marnie's physical transformation and tried to do the same.  Her
confidence started to crumble, when they were waiting on deck though, looking
out at the back of a long line of young women drenched with clinging tops.  The
water was obviously cold by the huddled dance of the lady on stage in front,
standing in a plastic children's swimming pool, taking a couple of pitcher's
full of ice water over her upper body.

Then over the P.A. system, "And last, but not least, our special entries from
the suburbs. Please give them a big hand, meet Marnie and Barbara."

Marnie stood there ready to go on, stuck, like a deer in headlights. She felt
sweat breaking out across her forehead and neck.  "That's you Ladies, time to
go on."  Their escort said.

Marnie took a deep breath and walked out to the spot the M.C.'s open hand was
pointing to next to the pool.  She couldn't look at anything for the moment
except the lights.  Barbara lined up next to her and tried to stand tall and
proud, but had more of the look of a zombie. Marnie was led to step into the
pool by the announcer's outstretched hand. Then a couple of guys from the
audience stood by her and poured two pitchers each of ice water over her
shoulders, down her rear and the balance of the water on and around her
breasts.  Somehow the brief preview of the girl before them taking the water
didn't prepare her for the physical shock of the icy blanket of water.   Her
arms hung down in front as she padded in place bent slightly forward.   Then
the announcer gave her his hand again to guide her out of the pool.

As she stood up straight, the shirt clung to her body.  She wanted to use her
hands to pull it away but her right one was being held up by the announcer,
while he announced, "Let's hear it for Marnie."

Barbara looked at her friend in shock.  Then she looked carefully down the line
of contestants.  At some level she knew her features would show through the wet
shirt, but now she just felt that they were all naked standing up there.  When
the announcer approached her to guide her into the tub, she unconsciously
started to back away from him with a frightened look on her face.  Marnie
recognized the flight response surfacing and rushed to her other side to hold
her other hand to help the announcer get her into the pool without incidence.
Barbara stood there shivering in the cold water around her feet, with her face
in her hands, and her arms hiding her breasts.  When two members of the
audience dumped a pitcher each quickly down her body from her shoulders, her
arms went straight down and slightly back reflexively, her eyes shot open wide,
and her mouth went wide open as she gasped in a breath.  Then they scooped up
some of the water from the pool and wet her down again, causing her to dance in
place to bring her body heat back up. When she was put in line next to Marnie,
she stood huddling her arms around her chest to get warm and hide from the
prying eyes of the spectators.

"Marnie leaned over and said,  "Look Barb, you got us this far, now the only
way to justify this embarrassment and humiliation is for one of us to win.  Now
snap to and get into it."

At that, Barbara stood up straight, put her arms down, and forced a smile.  The
crowd cheered loudly to encourage her more.  Then the music got louder.  Some
girls went to the front right away with the strategy of getting the crowd
behind them from the start, and others like Marnie and Barbara, slipped back
behind them and danced as seductively as they could considering their nerves,
their embarrassment, and their wet high heels.

As they watched their competition and the audience from behind, they discovered
that it was exactly as Gina had said, the modified tee-shirts, the cutoffs,
bikini and thong bottoms, the bare feet and sneakers, the showoffs, the smaller
and large fake breasts, everything.  The way it seemed to work itself out
during the dancing was that the girls would, one by one, go back to the pool,
step in, and re-douse themselves with water, get some individual attention in
front of the judges, then fade to the back as the next one stepped in to do the
same.  Marnie and Barbara joined this process and were encouraged by the
cheers, as it caused their tee-shirts to cling to their every curve and
feature.

Some girls got annoyed at the attention the "older broads" were getting, and
over played their cards in front too much.  They looked too desperate, like
Gina warned, and didn't make the cut. Marnie and Barbara sensed that, in fact,
they could do very well, if they played their cards right, from the feedback
the crowd seemed to give them.  The more they danced, the more independent
Barbara became from Marnie as well.

Marnie and Barbara got a few icy stares from a couple of the girls who were cut
when they left the stage.  It made Marnie feel like they could be targeted by
the others in some way.  Marnie and Barbara looked at each other for support,
and even a moment of shared satisfaction that they made it past some girls who
were technically young enough to be their daughters.

The M.C. explained the process again and reviewed the list of prizes again,
while the ten semi-finalists stood in a line across the stage.  Marnie watched
out of the corner of her eye as a couple of girls looked down the line at her.
They appeared to be perplexed with how to compete with her and Barbara.  Marnie
felt like they were so insecure right now that they wanted to pump themselves
up by standing directly across from her to stare her down, like two boxers
listening to the ref. before a match.

"I don't know why they why they seem so threatened."  Marnie was thinking.
"Barb and I are more covered up than they are.  Her tee-shirt is so torn up,
for god's sake, you can almost see all around her breasts.  That one's thong is
more like a professional's g-string than a suit.  Gina's probably right about
the elusiveness bit." Marnie thought, as she turned toward Barbara, smiled, and
squeezed her hand.

"Boy that Marnie is something."  Barbara thought. " She has to be as nervous as
I am, yet she just gets out there and does it.  Maybe this will help me be more
like her.  Oh god!  All these people staring at me like this.  This is so
humiliating, well I'm glad they seem to like what they see.  Gina finds this
exciting.  How can I make this exciting? . . ."  Barbara mused.

As the music started up again Larcher worked his way up to the edge of the
stage and was holding up a twenty dollar bill in each hand between his fingers
as a guise to get the two ladies to meet him at the edge. As they crouched
down, he said, "You've got to move your hips more. Start showing more.  Don't
let these girls out dance you.  You've got one more cut to make." Then by some
sleight of hand, two one dollar bills were left by him on the edge of the
stage.

Marnie and Barbara, danced hand in hand behind the others, with each one trying
out sexy hip movements, getting each other into it.  If they had noticed the
crowd at that point, they would have seen many craning their necks, curious to
watch the mysterious pair dancing to a different drummer and having a party of
their own in the back.

They danced with smiles, they danced for each other, they closed their eyes and
got into the rhythm, then they turned front and danced around a competitor on
either side of her, as she was pulling up her shirt to expose her breasts.
They gyrated their hips practically in unison, legs a little more than shoulder
width apart, holding their tee-shirts up to show the panties under their
pantyhose.  The crowd cheered, whooped and hollered.  Then they turned around
in unison and gyrated their rears stuck out at the audience.  The cheers went
up again to a fevered level.  Then they danced around the stunned girl again,
leaving her almost too psyched out to continue to dance, as she stood there
with her top off and fake breasts on display.

Another girl was getting the crowd's attention by threatening to rip her
tattered tee-shirt apart in the middle.  Marnie and Barbara gave her a moment
for a crowd reaction to it then danced up around her and moved in place
confidently with a lot of hip grind.  Then Marnie went behind Barbara, grabbed
the front hem of her shirt and lifted it up, and toyed with its height right
below her nipples so the bottom swells of her breasts were seductively on
display.  Barbara went with the flow and danced in place with her arms extended
up, as Marnie flashed her lower breasts for her from behind.  The room went
wild again at this and they danced behind the others again at the loudest point
to shouts of  "More!"  "More!"

Moments later they targeted a different contestant and repeated the same thing
with Barbara flashing Marnie's lower breasts to a similar response from the
audience.  They were going nuts for the unconventionality of the two older
ladies and the new spirit they were displaying.

The fun they were beginning to have was infectious.  The next time they
sauntered up to the stage, the crowd started clapping to the beat of the music.
Marnie led Barbara over to the pool and stepped in with her.  Next she turned
her in profile to the majority of the audience, and poured a pitcher of water
on just her breast nearest them.  She took one hand under and the other over
her breast and helped the wet material form around her beautifully shaped full
breast.  This brought standing, whistles, and cheers for her to take it off.
Then Barbara did the same to Marnie, stretching out the crowd's enthusiasm.
Then they danced back leaving the audience and judges aching for more.

The music faded.  The contestants lined up.  The five finalist names were read.
When both Marnie and Barbara's named were read off last, they jumped on tip
toes arm in arm, with the excitement of making it to the last round of five.
The other three seemed happy to have made the cut but didn't have the
individual bravado any longer to celebrate, as they still were unnerved by the
suburban duo.

During the last review of judging procedures and a run down of the sponsor's
prizes, Larcher waved them over and said, "This is it.  You did great together.
Now you'll be on your own." Then directed to Marnie he said, "Do it like you
are dancing a sexy dance for Roger, like you are trying to make him cum."

Hearing Larcher say that caused Barbara to go blank, and Marnie had to
physically shake her to get her back to the present contest.  "Where did you go
just then?"  She asked.

"I don't know, how are we doing?"

"It's up to us to win.  Give it your best shot, and I'll give it mine."  Marnie
said supportively.

They hugged and backed up to the back wall with the other three awaiting their
call to go out and do their thing.

The first finalist's top had been off since the second round, and she wore a
thong, so she didn't have much to play with except dancing and shaking.  She
ended her routine pulling down her thong and mooning the audience, then went to
the back wall to await her fate.

The second finalist had great legs.  Her smaller breasts had been on display
the entire contest on their bottoms from under her shortened shirt.  Marnie and
Barbara realized that this crowd wasn't going to let anyone win, who didn't
show their tits.  The second finalist waited till near the end of her number to
take off her top and followed it up right away by taking off her ultra short
cutoffs, again to capitalize on the assets of her legs.  She finished her dance
in a skimpy bikini bottom, to respectable applause.

The third finalist had a gorgeous body and face, but her fake breasts were
proportionally to large. She performed a little too desperately for the
audience's approval by constantly rubbing her exposed nipples, breasts, and
thong covered pussy.  There was enthusiasm for this in the beginning, but it
waned by the end of her dance.

Then Marnie stepped up.  She looked shy and demure without her cohort beside
her.  When the music started, she recalled what Larcher had said about teasing
Roger.  She turned to face the other contestants.  She put her crossed hands on
the hem of the shirt, paused, and looked at Barbara pleadingly for support.
She watched as Barbara joined the clapping, smiled and rooted for her with her
eyes.  Marnie peeled off the top in one sweeping motion, brought it down,
turned, and held it across her nipples with her hands, teasing the whooping
crowd while she danced. Then she lowered it, grabbed the hanging part between
her legs from behind and sawed it forward and back across her pussy.  Her eyes
closed and she moaned in genuine bliss, then snapped to, turned around with her
back to the audience and unbuckled her shoes while sticking her panty clad ass
at their approving faces.  She turned back, bent slowly at the waist while she
very slowly peeled down the panty hose, breasts hanging down in front of her,
her face making eye contact with several people, and smiled.  She sat down and
continued with the slow removal of the hose until it was completely off.  While
on the ground, she took the hose and as sensuously as she could muster, she let
it glide over all parts of her body, especially her breasts.  As the music was
coming to an end, she was on her hands and knees in profile, simulating
woman-on-top sex with an invisible man under her.  The crowd was standing and
cheering.  There was no question who the front runner was.

As she took up her place in line at the back wall, she said to Barbara,  "So do
you think that made Roger cum?  Your turn to do it.  Go get'em girl."  At the
mention of Roger's name Barbara balked again for a second, but Marnie's hand on
her arm squeezing brought her back quickly, and she walked seductively to her
spot on stage awaiting the music with a kittenish smile.
 
Barbara turned to face Marnie as she began too.  She wanted the same connection
she gave to her for her performance.  Marnie clapped with her hands over her
head, smiled and whooped with the crowd for her to do it big.  To everyone's
surprise, she bent forward and did a slow controlled hand stand and moved in
place a bit until the shirt was clear of her breasts.  Then she did a back walk
over, taking off her shirt as she finished erecting herself.  She winked at
Marnie and turned to the crowd and walked to the right with her arms
outstretched, body facing front, then to the left with her hands clasped behind
her in an upper body stretch.  Her tits had just the right amount of jiggle,
walking in high heels, to have the audience cheering madly.  She danced front
center stage with her legs apart, then slowly lowered herself into a back
bridge.  She moved her open crotch up and down as she raised and lowered the
bridge, then walked it around so she was in profile and stood herself back up.
She crouched momentarily to unbuckle the shoes and remove them, then stood up
and slid her legs apart into a slow controlled splits.   She stretched her body
forward, then bent it all the way back with her tits resting on top of her body
as the music wound down.

The crowd was delirious, they had never seen anything like it.  Barbara and
Marnie were happy, they no longer felt self conscious about their breasts being
on display for at least a hundred onlookers. Barbara immediately peeled off the
pantyhose at the back wall, so she would match Marnie.  The M.C. asked all the
ladies to come forward.  With the music still playing, they all sort of danced
in place, although it was no longer part of the competition.  The M.C. went
down the line, called off the name and held his hand over the head of each
contestant to illicit applause.  The judges were to determine the rankings by
the crowd noise.  There was no mistaking that either Marnie or Barbara had
taken it by the noise level.

The M.C. announced contestant number two for third place.  Then with the crowd
started stomping its feet for a drum roll.  The M.C. announced that the judges
couldn't distinguish any difference between the final response for Marnie or
for Barbara.  It was no wonder, the screaming was at full capacity for each.
Then a chant started up from the back, sounding strangely like Larcher, "Skin
to win."  Skin to win." . . .

Marnie and Barbara both looked at each other thinking "Oh my god, no," then,
"what are we going to do?"

Finalist number three figured, "What the heck.  If the old ladies don't do it,
maybe I'll still get first or second place,"  and took off her thong and rubbed
the curls up with her fingers briefly.  The chanting stopped while cheering her
for this move.  But Larcher's voice could be heard, clearer this time, getting
the chant going again. "Skin to win."  Skin to win."  Number two went for her
bottom then, thinking, "I've already placed, they'll move me up."  The crowd
broke into cheering again louder, building momentum.

When the ladies looked down to see finalist number one struggling with the idea
of doing it too, Marnie said, "Here Barb, I'm going to let you win," reached
for her waistband, and started to pull her panties down.  Barbara held Marnie's
hands at her side and said,  "Oh no, I'm letting you win," and reached for the
waistband of Marnie's panties.  They both started laughing.  Then they made a
brief comical routine out of starting and then stopping over and over, trying
to get the other one to do it, but backing out themselves.  Finally they stood
there totally naked to the cheers and standing applause of everyone in the
room.  Marnie looked over at Barbara who was covering her mound with her hand
and batted it away.

The M.C. called for another vote by applause.  The two seemed deadlocked again,
so he finally said, "As a tie breaker, don't you think that nipple rings and a
shaved pussy, does it?"  The crowd cheered wanting a solution to the dilemma.
Barbara hugged Marnie, shed tears of happiness for her and softly said, "We did
it didn't we?"

"We sure did Barb.  Let's get dressed as soon as we can, go get the tape from
Larcher, and get the hell out of here."  Marnie said.

Each of the winners had to step forward for a bow to receive their prizes and
then made hasty exits to the back stage area.  Gina met the ladies back in the
room where their clothes were and gave them a hug of congratulations.  "You
guys did great.  I can't remember having more fun watching one of these."

They thanked her and went in search of Larcher.  He was no where to be seen.
When they were sure he was no longer in the building, they left feeling mighty
taken.  When they walked outside, there he was waiting for them.  "What took
you ladies so long?  Did you go back and dance another number I missed or
something?"

"Funny.  Now how about the tape."  Marnie said.

"Sure Missy, just like I promised."  He said as he handed her the tape from his
right pocket.  Then he reached in his left.  "Since it really was a tie, here's
one for you too."  He said handing another one to Barbara.  "Now the cash?"

"Here you go you pig."  Marnie said handing over her $250.00 and relaying the
$50.00 from Barbara.

"Hey, now is that anyway for you to talk to me after I won you that trip?"  He
said.

"I'll thank you to go out of mine and my family's life forever."  Marnie said,
then took Barbara by the arm and walked away.

"You don't like him very much, do you?"  Barbara observed.

"You don't want him messing with your life, believe me."

"Well, he kind of did us a good turn tonight, I feel like I have conquered a
tall mountain, and it never would have happened if it weren't for you and him."

"Let's see if you still feel that way after you look at the tape."  Marnie
cautioned.

"Yes the tape.  Yeah, 'the' tape.  I wonder how many copies he has."

"Believe me, you don't even want to know.  So do you have a machine that plays
this size tape? We don't."  Marnie asked.

"I think Betty does.  It says "Super 8mm".  It is a little late to call her
now, we'll see if we can bring lunch over and watch it on her machine
tomorrow."

When Marnie got Barbara to her door, Barbara asked,  "I really had a good time,
as I look back on it, how about you?"

"Let's just say, I'm learning to live with things like this a little better.
See you tomorrow."

"Thanks Marnie, bye."

When Marnie got into the house and ready for bed, Roger was a sleep.  "Hey my
stud muffin, I need you.  You can go back to sleep soon, and, you'll have a
smile on your face."  She said nudging Roger awake.

"Where have you been?  What took you so long?"  He asked dreamily.

She climbed on top of his stomach and rubbed his chest, as she asked, "Did you
feel horny for me tonight, in particular, around ten thirty?"

"Well, I think I did.  Why?"

"Oh, just asking."  She said as she proceeded to do him in the woman-on-top
position.

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