“Yikes!” Louise’s eyes widened in terror and she dashed up the staircase after Julie, with Lynn following close behind. They pounded their way up flight after flight, until finally Julie took the door that led out to the ninth floor parking area.
“Hide, hide!” she instructed urgently, and they quickly each found a car to hide behind. Trembling with fear, they stayed as still as possible, listening out for the footsteps that they felt sure would come.
Half an hour later, however, they began to think that perhaps they were going to get away with it.
“I’m getting cramp here,” complained Lynn.
“Let’s get back down to the toilets,” said Julie. “We’ll hide out there until we’re sure the coast is clear.”
Cautiously, they emerged from their places of concealment and descended the stairwell to the fourth floor. There they entered the toilets and hid themselves in one of the stalls. This was more comfortable, for at least they could take it in turns to sit down, but after twenty minutes they were thoroughly bored.
“It’s my turn,” said Lynn. “I think I’ll take a look and see what I can find in the men’s toilets.”
“Ooh, good idea,” approved Julie. She and Louise followed Lynn out of the ladies’ and hurried into the men’s room. Nobody was about and they were not seen.
“Oh, fantastic!” Lynn was staring into the bowl of one of the two stalls. “Looks like they haven’t fixed this since last week – or else it’s broken again.”
Julie peered over Lynn’s shoulder and grinned. There was a large, thick poo sticking half out of the water, propped up by goodness knew what lay underneath the surface. Julie sighed – this brought back happy memories of last Saturday’s adventure.
Lynn reached into the toilet and grabbed hold of the poo. Lifting it clear out of the water, she chuckled to herself – it was huge and well-suited to her purpose. “Come on,” she said. “We’re going back outside.”
“But what about the police?” asked Louise, concerned.
“If we see any, we’ll return here and figure out another place to exhibit ourselves. But most of the people who were out there an hour ago will be elsewhere by now – we’ll have a fresh crowd to work with.”
Carrying the poo gingerly in both hands, Lynn walked out of the toilet and headed down the stairs, closely followed by Louise and Julie. Louise was thrilled to be naked in a public place, with no hope of getting her clothes back. Back at school she had written a computer program that selected various erotic things for her to do – most of them involving poo – but now, she decided, she would have to vastly expand its range of instructions to include wearing revealing clothes or even getting naked in places where she was likely to get caught.
Back at the base of the stairs, Julie and Louise stayed put while Lynn ventured out. There was not a policeman in sight. Lynn ran into the middle of the precinct, then lay down on her back and slapped the poo on to her chest. As a crowd quickly gathered around her, she smeared the vile object all over her breasts, then rubbed it in a trail down to her pussy, where she mashed it into a squishy mess. Then she quickly got up and ran back to the door, rejoining Julie and Louise.
“Quick, let’s get back upstairs,” she said, running past them.
Returning to the toilet, Lynn wiped off the excess poo but left brown streaks all over her front.
“Most disgusting yet,” Julie had to admit. “Okay Louise, your turn.”
Louise’s face fell. However would she beat that? “Okay…” she said hesitantly. She was not about to reach into that toilet with strange men’s turds that could be several days old for all she knew, but she was not sure how else she was going to outdo her cousin. Hoping that she would have a brainwave by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, she walked out of the toilet and headed downstairs, followed by her naked friends.
By the time she reached the bottom, she still had no idea what she was going to do. She hesitated only briefly, then walked out into the precinct. Shouts greeted her appearance and she paused nervously. Perhaps she had come out too soon after Lynn’s show, and the same people had hung around waiting for a repeat display. She walked out to meet the men closing in on her, and smiled awkwardly at them.
One of them said, “Hey darlin’, you’re not the same girl who was here a minute ago – where’s she gone?”
“Ugh – she was disgusting,” said another, wrinkling up his nose. “Did you see what she did?”
“Yeah – nasty, wasn’t it? So, Miss, what are you going to do for us?”
“Nothing so nasty,” replied Louise, a little scared. “But you can feel my breasts if you like.”
“Nice one!” A couple of the men lunged straight for her, grabbing her breasts and kneading them rather painfully. By now she was completely surrounded, and some of the other men did not stop at touching her breasts. She felt a hand slip between her thighs and gasped as a finger slid up into her vagina.
“Hey!” she said, reaching down to pull the finger out of her. But her arms were grabbed and she was lifted off her feet. Her legs were pulled apart and more hands reached for her pussy.
Louise screamed. Immediately the men jumped back and she was dropped. She fell on to the paving stones and cracked her elbow rather painfully.
“Fucking tease!” one of the men said as he departed.
Louise picked herself up and ran back into the doorway where her friends were.
“Are you okay?” inquired Julie in concern.
“Yeah – bit shaken though,” said Louise, who was trembling. “That was suddenly scary and not at all fun.”
Lynn gave her a hug. “Brave effort though,” she said.
They returned to the toilet and hid out for a few minutes while Louise calmed down. Eventually she had recovered enough to say, “Well? What are your votes?”
“Um,” said Lynn, “I wouldn’t say it was more outrageous than me smearing poo all over my body in the middle of the precinct…”
“Neither would I,” agreed Louise. “How about you, Julie?”
Julie looked uncomfortable. “Well I guess I have the casting vote,” she said, and she sighed. “Sorry Louise – I know you tried, but the fact is that your adventure didn’t pan out – my vote is for Lynn.”
Louise was relieved. “Well, that’s it then,” she said. “I guess I’m out – it’s between you two now.”
“Not so fast,” interjected Lynn. “You have to go down the manhole, remember?”
“Oh heck.” Louise had forgotten this. “I can’t go back out there just yet!” she said. “They’ll attack me!”
“Not after you screamed so loudly last time,” said Lynn. “But maybe you should wait awhile, at that. Julie and I can finish the competition in the meantime.”
“Oh great,” muttered Julie. “Now I have to go out and face the mob.”
Lynn smiled sweetly. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
Julie grumbled unintelligibly as she marched out of the toilet and trotted down the stairs. Lynn and Louise both followed, Lynn seemingly not bothered about the fact that her naked body bore very obvious signs of having just been covered in poo.
When Julie reached the door, she marched straight through it and out into the crowd. Spying two teenaged lads, she walked straight up to them and began talking to them. After a few seconds, they shook their heads vigorously and looked disgusted. Julie shrugged her shoulders and turned away from them. A moment later she accosted a group of four men in their early twenties, and this time she appeared to have more luck. They nodded to her and she began walking back to the multi-storey, with the men following her.
Louise and Lynn stood aside to let Julie enter, but she did not do so. The entrance to the multi-storey was deeply overhung and in shadow, and was not easily visible from out in the sunlit precinct. Julie was counting on this to give her latest idea a public feel while remaining at least partially out of sight from the shoppers. Not that it helped much. Several people had followed the naked young girl in the hope of seeing more of her, and when they reached the entrance to the car park they saw her lying flat on the ground in front of the doorway, with four young men standing around her with their zips undone, peeing on her naked body while looking around nervously for signs of police or other authority figures.
Julie spread her legs wide as she lay on the ground, and one of the men aimed his stream of urine directly at her vagina. She reached down and held herself open so that the pee actually flowed inside her. Looking up, she saw Lynn and Louise looking down at her through the glass door with open mouths. Then she blinked and spluttered as one of the men decided to pee on her face.
Then the flows of pee finished, one by one, and the men zipped up and quickly moved off. Julie stood up and hurried inside, rejoining her friends. “How was that?” she asked.
“Very erotic!” Lynn complimented her. “It gets my vote.”
“And mine,” agreed Louise.
“My turn again then, I guess,” said Lynn. “Crumbs, what can I do…?”
Julie grinned. “You’ll think of something. Get out there.” She gave Lynn a push towards the door.
Lynn shrugged and walked out into the precinct. However, she had no sooner walked up to a young man with the intention of inviting him to take a dump on her than she spotted a policeman further up the street, just a second before he spotted her. The instant he clapped eyes on her, he began running towards her. In a panic, Lynn turned and fled for the multi-storey, waving frantically to her friends to move out of the way of the door.
Bursting through it, she said “Police!” before dashing up the stairs. The other two followed her, and they kept going until they reached the eleventh floor. They ran out into the parking area, but it was practically empty. They quickly made for the ramp that led up to the next level, and hid themselves just around the corner so that they could flee further if the policeman came up this far.
Twenty minutes later they decided that he was not going to appear. Lynn got to her feet, stretching her legs. “Well, I guess I blew it,” she said.
Julie nodded. “I think so.”
“Well done Julie,” said Louise. “You’re the winner. We are your slaves to command as you will.”
“Ooh, I like the sound of that,” said Julie with a grin. “I shall so enjoy ordering you to do things. Well for a start I think you, Lynn, should go down the manhole with Louise.”
“Cool!” Lynn liked this idea. “But can we get some torches or something? It won’t be much fun down there if we can’t see anything.”
Louise nodded. “I totally agree – I’d rather have some light if I’m to go down into a sewer.”
“Fair enough,” acknowledged Julie. “I guess I get to choose which of you goes to get the torches, huh?”
Louise’s heart sank. “I guess so,” she said.
“Very well.” Julie grinned evilly. “In that case, I choose … Lynn!”
Lynn affected a look of surprise and shock. “Me? Oh my goodness,” she said. “Well okay then.” She smiled and got to her feet. “I’ll meet you in the fourth floor toilets.” She walked ahead of them to the stairwell, and began to descend.
When she reached the bottom, she casually marched out into the precinct and looked about for a store that might sell torches. Her eyes lit on “Campbell’s Camping Store”, and she made a bee-line for it. Inside, she attracted a good many stares and heard a few sotto voce comments, but she paid them no heed. And when a young sales assistant almost sprinted up to her to offer his assistance, she smiled at him warmly.
“Hi,” she said. “I’m looking for a torch. Just something cheap and cheerful.”
“Certainly, uh…” The sales assistant gestured towards the back of the store. “Just over here,” he said. “Um, I can’t help noticing that you seem a little lacking in means of payment. I don’t suppose you’ve got a credit card tucked away somewhere…?”
“I was rather hoping you could think of some way I could pay you in kind,” ventured Lynn. Then she caught sight of his name badge. “Um, Steve,” she added, “what do you think?”
Steve glanced nervously from side to side. “We kind of have CCTV in operation here,” he said. “I don’t want to get into any trouble. Tell you what – we’ve got these little pen-torches here … would one of them do? I’ll give you one for free, just for turning up here looking like … that.” He grinned at her sheepishly.
“I kind of need three,” said Lynn. “Plus whatever batteries they take. It’s a bit of an emergency.”
Steve’s face reddened and he shifted his stance uncomfortably. “Three is a bit much,” he said.
“How about if I let you feel my breasts?” inquired Lynn.
“That would be… But like I said, I don’t want to get into trouble,” said Steve hastily. “The cameras would see me do that.”
“Where are the cameras?” asked Lynn.
Steve pointed. “There are two,” he said. “One in that corner, and the other’s over there.”
“Fine,” said Lynn. “So if I stand just here…” She took a couple of steps backward until she was shielded from one camera by a rack of waterproof clothing. The other camera was looking at her back. “Neither camera can see my front. If you stand just in front of me, you can do what you like and nobody will know.”
Steve hesitated, then took a couple of steps forward. Tentatively, he reached out and placed his right hand on Lynn’s left breast. Then he looked up at her face for reassurance.
“Go on, have a ball,” Lynn encouraged him.
The nervous sales assistant began to stroke and massage her breast, a slow smile spreading across his face as he did so. “All right,” he whispered, half to himself. “Okay, the torches are yours.” He dropped his hand, then stepped back and took three torches and a pack of four AAA batteries off the shelf. Then he walked over to one of the tills and swiped the items. When the till drawer popped open, he shut it again. “I’ll make it good later,” he said. “Thank you for shopping at Campbell’s.”
Lynn laughed, and walked out with her purchases. Minutes later she was back with her friends in the multistorey’s toilets, flaunting her prizes.
“Well done,” Julie congratulated her. “But … why did you get three?”
Lynn chuckled and winked at her lover. “It occurred to me,” she said, “that you might not want Louise and me to have all the fun in the sewer. I thought perhaps you might like to join us.”
Julie looked surprised, but then she smiled. “Oh what the hell,” she said. “I suppose we’re all in this together. And you’re right – it might be interesting to be naked in a sewer.” She looked at Louise, then at Lynn. “So are we going now, or what?”
“I was just thinking,” said Louise, “maybe we should wait until it gets dark?”
“Whatever for?” asked Julie.
“Well – someone might try and stop us. Or report us once we’ve gone in.”
Lynn shrugged. “Who would they report us to? As long as there are no policemen in sight, I’m up for doing it right now.”
Julie nodded. “Okay,” she said, “let’s go.”
The three girls put a battery in each torch, then left the toilet and descended to the ground floor. There, they collectively took a deep breath and then dashed outside, making straight for the manhole into which Julie had dropped her skirt. Once there, Julie lifted the cover while Lynn peered inside. Spying a ladder, she swung her legs into the hole and planted them on one of its rungs. She climbed downwards as quickly as she could, and Louise followed her. Julie brought up the rear, closing the cover behind her even as a new crowd was gathering around them.
“My goodness, it’s dark down here,” came Louise’s voice through the inky blackness.
Two lights popped into existence almost together, and they were closely followed by a third. The beams from the torches illuminated only a small patch of the wall of the shaft in which they found themselves, but the reflected light gave them a fairly good idea of the shape of their surroundings.
Lynn descended to the bottom of the ladder, and found herself in ankle-deep water. She could hear the faint squeaking of rats not far away. The air down here smelled truly terrible. She shone her torch around as Louise and Julie joined her. “There’s your skirt, Julie,” she said.
“Ah good,” said Julie. She retrieved the keys to the apartment from the pocket of the skirt, but made no attempt to put the garment back on. “What now?”
“I think we shouldn’t go back up just here,” said Lynn. “Too many people around. Let’s explore.”
“Fine with me,” said Louise, though she felt less brave than she sounded.
The girls wandered down the dark tunnel for a while, and it soon became apparent that there was really no danger of them getting lost … they were frequently passing ladders leading to the surface.
“It’s pretty boring down here,” observed Lynn after a while. “I imagined great rivers of human waste surging through these tunnels.”
“I think this is more of a storm drain than a proper sewer,” responded Julie. “Even so, it’s pretty rank.”
“It is,” agreed Louise. “So Julie – you’re still in charge of us – what would you like us to do?”
Julie thought for a moment. Then she sighed. “I don’t know – there’s not much of an audience down here. I’ll tell you what, though. Next ladder we come to, I want you to climb up it, Louise. Tell us what’s at the top.”
It was not long before they reached another ladder. Louise ascended, her torchlight dancing crazily on the sides of the shaft, and when she got to the top she pushed upwards on the metal cover. “It won’t move!” she reported. “It must be locked or something!”
“Locked?” repeated Lynn. Then a scary thought occurred to her. “Hey Julie, what if we can’t get out again?”
“Of course we’ll be able to get out!” said Julie. “If the worst comes to the worst, we’ll just have to go back to the one we entered by – that one we just opened by lifting it.”
“Fine – if we can find it again,” remarked Lynn. “But who knows how many ladders we’ve passed? They all looked the same by torchlight.”
“Crap,” said Julie, realising this was true. “Well, if one manhole cover was like that, it’s probably not the only one. Let’s keep trying. Come on, Louise!”
They had better luck at the next one. Louise was able to push it up, though it took all her strength to do so. A broad beam of daylight shone down at Julie and Lynn down below, making them blink. The manhole cover clattered loudly on the ground as Louise cautiously put her head out. “It’s okay,” she called down. “This looks like a good place.”
All three of them soon found themselves standing at the end of an alley, where a couple of homeless men were staring at them with great interest from dingy doorways nearby. Lynn and Louise replaced the manhole cover.
“Naked girls!” coughed one of the homeless men, sitting up and leering at them. “Fuckin’ naked girls just came out of that ‘ole! D’you see that ‘Arry? Fuckin’ naked girls!”
“Hi!” said Louise, a little nervously.
Julie regarded the homeless men shrewdly. “Okay Louise, I want you to go over and give that man a blowjob,” she said.
Louise gasped. “But … what if he has a disease?” she whispered fearfully.
“Just make sure you spit,” said Julie.
Lynn chuckled, but she quickly sobered up as Julie pointed at the other homeless man. “Lynn, you give him a blowjob,” she instructed.
Lynn nodded, and went over to the man, whose eyes lit up as she approached. “Hello Harry,” she said. He stank of alcohol and unwashed clothes, but she crouched down and started fumbling at his trousers. He did not stop her, only watched wide-eyed as she retrieved his penis and bent down to take it into her mouth. It was smelly and dirty, but she barely hesitated before sucking on it like a lollipop. Almost immediately the man started panting and moaning and mumbling to himself. In less than a minute Lynn felt warm semen spurting into her mouth. She was about to spit it out, when she suddenly changed her mind and on an impulse swallowed it all. Then she continued sucking until she had not only milked the man’s penis dry, she had also thoroughly washed it for him.
Tucking it back into the man’s trousers, Lynn got to her feet. He was smiling up at her beatifically. “Thanks!” he said.
“Don’t mention it,” she replied wryly. “Now what, Julie?”
Louise was just spitting out her own mouthful of semen on to the concrete. She got up and wiped her mouth, then looked at Julie questioningly.
Julie smiled. “Okay,” she said, “Lynn, why don’t you go and flag down a taxi for us?”
Lynn nodded, and trotted down the alley until she reached a junction. Looking left, she could see a main road close by, so she cautiously walked towards it, hugging the wall. Peering around the corner, she could see traffic approaching, but she remained where she was until she spied a minicab. Heedless of the passing pedestrians, who stopped in shock as she burst out from her place of concealment, she waved her arms frantically at the minicab, which squealed to an abrupt halt just next to her. The driver was a grinning middle-aged black man.
“Where can I take you?” he asked, his eyes flitting back and forth from her breasts to her bald pussy.
“I have two friends hiding in the alley,” said Lynn. “Both naked young girls like myself. Can you wait here for a second?”
“Sure!” said the man. “Hurry up though.”
Lynn quickly ran back into the alley, where she found that Julie and Louise had followed her most of the way. “Quick!” she said, and the three girls ran over to the cab, where they all piled into the back seat.
The driver could hardly believe his luck. “Where to?” he asked. “Somewhere far away I hope?”
“Not far,” said Lynn, and she gave him the address of the apartment.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived outside the apartment building. Julie ran inside with the keys, leaving Lynn and Louise to keep the driver entertained while she fetched some money. She returned in a minidress and paid for the fare, and the girls scurried upstairs to their apartment. Once inside with the door shut, they all heaved a sigh of relief, and then burst out laughing.