thought Fred, his forehead suddenly bathed in sweat
at the enormity of such a difficult question, plus the
unaccustomed strain of thinking at all. "How about
a getaway drive
no you can't drive, and I suppose
that's illegal anyway."
A pause, then, "I've
got it!" shouted Fred.
no, that's illegal too."
"There must be something
legal I could do for you," whimpered Julie, tears
of desperation escaping her eyes.
Fred pondered. He pondered
some more. "There's only one job I can offer you
that's legal. But you won't like it."
"Tell me- I'm desperate
enough to try almost anything."
"Okay, how about
being a stripper?"
Julie had always been
an exhibitionist- she loved stripping completely nude
on the nudist beach, believing bikinis are only for
grannies. She loved to sit down near a man on the beach,
then slowly undress in front of him. Then she'd lay
back pretending to read a book, and "accidentally"
forget to keep her legs closed, knowing the man would
be staring at her neatly trimmed crotch. But in a strange
way she was shy as well. She was actually more shy about
dancing in front of an audience. So she couldn't admit
to her brother that she was more reluctant about dancing
in public than opening her legs wide to expose her cunt
to a room full of strangers.
"You mean take my
clothes off- in front of strange men?
"Its either that
or keep working for the government as an artist!"
(Explanation for non-Brits, drawing the dole or unemployment
So she thought it over
for a while before deciding the thrill of opening her
legs in front of all those men would be worth the embarrassment
of dancing in front of them. "I'll do it. But only
if I can go someplace else- I don't want anyone I know
to see me."