index


Message-ID: <51051asstr$1114719002@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
Comment: DomainKeys? See http://antispam.yahoo.com/domainkeys
DomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; q=dns; c=nofws;
  s=s1024; d=yahoo.com;
  b=lHARLo9zp3wR0cXRgAIEUU3Nok5BnbTrZ2qPhTz7db/J9COciKnwr84RiuhJ8aZib5tBPqRiOGWq1yX2jHmsfxrog2YB0c7D2vJm9wjQLIJeFy65vu9An29aBD+gBY96/ZPnforM5ubRmjhR1MlVGgMLCZoBp9Cxy0x0Tj4oEHc=  ;
From: Bluewords <bluewordsx@yahoo.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Subject: {ASSM} The Further Adventures Of Alice - Part 2 (MF, Enforced Nudity) by Bluewords
Lines: 705
Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2005 16:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

{ASSM} The Further Adventures Of Alice - Part 2 (MF, Enforced Nudity)

Part Two of Alice's adventures. This grew out of a story originally by
Leviticus. Initially, it was a spanking story, but as her adventures
continue, I added enforced nudity, some light to medium bondage, FF,
regular sex, and maybe a few other things I can't think of right now.
There are occasional interludes thrown in with other characters for
good measure. Enjoy.

All the regular warnings apply: This is adult material (18+), don't
post this anywhere else without permission, it's all fiction and
resemblance to anyone is a coincidence, don't try this at home,
Copyrighted, all rights reserved, etc.


The Further Adventures of Alice - Part 2

Alice Takes Off on the Runway

By Bluewords (inspired by characters created by Leviticus, editing by
Suzi)



"So, since you're bored, how would you like to be in a fashion show?"

Alice looked up from the book she was reading. "I'm not bored, Cooper.
I'm reading. Anyway, what are you talking about?"

Cooper and Alice were at home, taking it easy. For a change Alice could
sit and relax because her husband hadn't spanked her for a while. It
had been almost a daily occurrence, but Cooper had hurt his hand
playing tennis, and couldn't stress it for a week. Alice almost missed
the spankings. But she was getting used to being able to sit again. And
the previous day she'd worn pants for the first time in months.

"Some women I know are putting together a fashion show. They do it
every year around this time, and they like to get volunteers to be the
models. They asked if you were interested, I said I'd ask you."

"It sounds like you've already volunteered me," she said, putting down
her book.

"Well, I did tell them you'd probably want to do it. Look, all you need
to do is to show up on the day of the show. It's not a lot of work,
they pick out the outfits, and it's for charity. You know I'm big on
charity."

It was true. Cooper liked helping out a number of charities. He and
Alice were both rich, and they donated a lot during the year. But they
liked to get more personally involved sometimes as well.

"Sure, I'll do it. Any idea what I'll be modeling?"

"I believe that it's a variety. Dresses, maybe a few swimsuits.
Designer stuff. I don't know, really."

"Well, just let me know what time I need to show up."

---

On the appointed day, just after lunch, Cooper dropped her off and
Alice checked in with the women running the show.

"Oh, Alice, so good to meet you. Cooper was right, you are beautiful.
You're going to work out wonderfully. Allow me to introduce you to
everyone. I'm Angela, this is Wanda, and the woman over there helping
out with the clothes is Nancy."

Alice shook hands all around. "You're here a little early, but no
matter. Go see Nancy and she'll show you what outfits you'll be wearing
so they can get you fitted."

Alice went over to where Nancy was hanging some dresses on a rack.

"Hello, you must be Nancy. I'm Alice. I'm going to be one of the models
tonight."

"Nice meeting you. Glad you're early, you can help me out."

Alice spent the afternoon helping Nancy sort through the clothes. They
had been donated by the designers for the charity. There was a wide
variety of clothes from normal everyday wear to wild only-on-the-runway
outfits. Alice saw a few things she might like to wear, but Nancy knew
what she wanted each model to wear. All the models were asked to send
measurements and photos beforehand, so most of the decisions about what
to wear had already been made. Other models started arriving, and so
the women began getting fitted for what they would wear later.

There were about fifteen models in all, and each had her own rack of
clothes picked out. 'This is going to be fun,' she thought.

---

The women models were all sitting where the audience was going to be.
Nancy and Wanda were up on the runway, showing them some moves and how
to walk.

"We know you aren't professionals, and we're not expecting you to walk
like they do in those shows you always see, but here are a few tips.
First, if you have a dress or skirt on, try to make a turn or two,
especially at the end here, to get it to flare out a bit." She went on
giving pointers. Have a little bounce in your step. If the clothes are
fun, be a little livelier, pause in a few spots to give people a good
look.

"Most of all, have fun. The audience isn't expecting perfection, they
are friends and neighbors, just go with it, have fun. Vamp a bit if you
can. Finally, try to take it easy on the clothes. They are worth quite
a bit. We need to keep track of them and turn them back in after the
show."

Half of the women were asked to go back to get makeup and hairstyling,
the other half were directed to get their final fittings for the
clothes. Since they had sent in their measurements and pictures days
before, what outfits they each would wear were selected mostly based on
that. But they had to do a final tuck or hem so the clothes would fit
correctly.

For the most part, Alice liked the clothes that had been picked out for
her. The sixties outfit was a bit strange, but everything else was
interesting or elegant.

When the makeup artist and hairstylist got done with her, Alice barely
recognized herself. She would never have put on that much makeup. "It's
for out in the lights, dear," the man told her. "Trust me, it looks so
much better on stage."

Her hair was teased up and out. 'They're the experts,' she thought.

Activity was picking up as showtime approached. The fashion show was
going to be the last event of the evening for the audience. Alice saw
lots of flesh. The women were told to wear either no underwear, or
flesh-colored thongs. Many of the dresses did not allow a bra to be
worn with them. There were terrycloth robes available to wear during
makeup and between their turns. Of the helpers and assistants, there
were only two who were male, and it was fairly clear they were both
gay. This didn't bother Alice but she could tell that a few of the
other women felt a little uncomfortable about any man being backstage.

There always seemed to be something going on. Even when they found out
that the show was going to be delayed in starting for an hour, everyone
was still frantically running around. A dress needed mending, a hem was
too long. Alice had tried on all of her outfits and had them fitted,
and was somewhat nervously waiting for the show to start. In talking to
some of the other women, she noticed that most of them were kind of
nervous too.

Alice got to know several of the women that sat in the dressing room
near her. Right next to her was Jeanine, who seemed nice enough, but
seemed unsure about whether she could actually wear some of the outfits
picked for her.

"I've never done anything like this before, and some of these outfits
are more revealing that anything I'd wear," Jeanine told her. This was
the general consensus among the women. Still, they were all happy to
help out the charity, and it was fun to get made up and fussed over.

As the show was about to start, the women were warned again that during
the show it would be very hectic. There wouldn't be much time to use
the bathroom, and they needed to get changed quickly.

Alice decided to use the toilet before going on, and when she got back,
the show had just started. She got her first shock. The violet dress
she was supposed to wear was missing from her rack. When she asked
around, no one seemed to know what had happened.

Then Francine, the woman who's rack was next to hers, came off the
stage wearing the dress.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. I was sure it was next on my rack. Maybe because
it's about the same color as yours I picked it by mistake. I did think
it was a bit loose."

"Well, I can't go out in the same dress again," Alice told her.

"Look, we're close to the same size, maybe you can wear the one I was
supposed to."

Alice sighed, then shrugged. It was worth a try.

She pulled the dress on, and Francine helped her zip it up. It was a
bit tight, and her breasts were pushed up and together. "It gives you a
bit more cleavage," Francine said, smiling.

Alice couldn't move in quite the way she wanted to. She was wearing
high-heeled shoes, and the tight dress made her take more mincing
steps. She hoped she would stay in it.

An assistant rushed her to the stage and told her, "Three, two, one,
go!"

Alice walked onstage and made her way down the runway. There was a
large crowd. Alice concentrated on smiling and walking, and found she
wasn't all that nervous after all. It was kind of fun. There was dance
music playing, and an announcer going on about the clothes. Luckily,
she'd been made aware of the switch and got the description correct.

When she made her turn at the end of the runway, Alice felt her breasts
pushing up more.

'Dammit, they're going to pop out,' she thought. There was little she
could do, she tried her best to be calm and not move her upper body
much. Luckily, she made it to the curtain just before one of her
nipples poked out above the low neckline of the dress. Jeez, that was
close.

The man managing the curtain told her, "That was great, honey, but try
to loosen up a little more. You were a bit stiff on the return." Alice
nodded and headed back to get changed.

The show was in full swing, and there were few major problems, although
something was always coming up. The assistants usually knew just what
to do to help out.

Music from the sixties started playing, and the women changed into
their sixties outfits. Before she went on, the curtain manager told
her, "Swing that boa around, child! Have fun."

Alice tried to be as campy as she could, given how short the skirt was
and how she needed to keep the boa in front of her to avoid showing
everyone her breasts. The top she was wearing was something like
stocking material, thin and not very opaque at all.

Alice sort of danced downstage. She did a little kick, trying to keep
her legs together as she did so. She was having fun, but felt exposed
at the same time. She was being careful because one wrong move and she
would flash her butt or pussy to everyone. Swing the boa too much and
her breasts would be on display.

Near the end of the runway, she kicked her foot back at the same time
as throwing an end of the boa over her shoulder. The boa went further
than she thought and unbeknownst to her, wrapped around the heel of her
white boot. She brought her foot down, and the entire boa was yanked
over her head and to the floor. She tried to make an "I meant to do
that" kicking motion to get it back up; instead, it whipped out into
the crowd. A man in the front row thought Alice was being playful and
grabbed the boa, pulling it off of her foot.

Shit, she thought, I'm basically topless now! Alice turned and
pretended that what had happened was all planned. She swayed back down
the runway and had to resist the urge to just run backstage. Her
nipples hardened against the thin mesh of her top. She strutted back as
quickly as she could.

"Great move, honey," the curtain manager told her as she passed him.

Alice sat down at her station. She drank some bottled water, and just
sat, catching her breath. She wasn't going to be up for several
minutes, a rare opportunity to rest. Maybe I'll just go out naked next,
she thought sarcastically. Just get it over with. Finally, she removed
the outfit and put a robe on. At least the dress I have next is nice
and long.

An assistant came over and helped her get into her next outfit. It was
a long shimmery, black dress with a belted waist. The dress appeared to
be many strips of cloth that went from neck to ankle. Alice kind of
liked it, and it was not nearly as revealing as most of the things
she'd worn so far.

"Oops," the assistant said. "I almost forgot about these threads." She
took scissors and snipped through some threads that ran horizontally
around the dress in several places. Alice had thought they were
supposed to be there. "They only hold it together for shipping." The
girl smiled. "There you go."

As Alice walked toward the stage, she now realized that the dress came
open and closed with each step she took. As she moved her thighs came
into view, and a turn caused her breasts to flash briefly. She was
going to be a one-woman peep show! She briefly considered not going
out, but the curtain manager almost dragged her up the stairs.

"And, go!" he said, giving her a little push past the woman coming
offstage in an evening gown.

Alice made the most of it. She strode down the runway like she did this
all the time. But she could catch people in the crowd staring at her,
both men and women. She was making a big impression. 'What the hell,'
she thought. 'If I worry about this I'm going to turn five shades of
red.' She made a big turn at the end, briefly mooning half the
audience, and flashing her pussy at the other half. The effect was
something like driving past a solid picket fence and being able to see
everything through the cracks anyway.

Throughout the show, applause and murmurs were fairly constant. But
with Alice vamping it up, the audience noise level rose a bit more.
'Horny bastards,' Alice thought. 'Maybe they can't see me blush through
all this makeup.'

As she passed the curtain manager, he said, "You GO girl!"

Alice was almost giddy. Mainly because she knew all the remaining
outfits she had, and none of them were revealing at all. Even the
lingerie, which was next, was made up of a nice top, shorts and a long
robe cover. The bathing suit, which would be last, was a little odd,
but she had a top and skirt to go over it.

Alice was kind of happy to see she wasn't the only one embarrassed by
what they had to wear. The woman who'd gone out right before her had a
very tight green dress on. It fit every curve, and looked nice, Alice
thought, but it was obvious that the woman wore no underwear. Even a
thong would have shown lines. The woman was a trooper though. She
walked proud, her hard nipples pointing the way the whole time. After
she came back offstage, Alice heard her say, "Do we have anything
stronger than water?" Alice wished she could have a shot of something
as well, or at least a glass of wine.

An assistant ran up to her. "Ma'am, do you think you could help us?"
The girl didn't wait for an answer, but pulled Alice to the dressing
room, where Jeanine was sitting in her robe, crying again.

"Jeanine, what it is, honey?" Alice asked.

"I thought I could, but I can't, I just can't!"

"What, what can't you do?"

Jeanine opened her robe. She was wearing all red leather; a bra with
lace cups, a garter belt, a thong and even leather stockings above red
high-heels. Alice thought she looked good and told her so.

"I can't go out like this. I can't." Alice kind of knew how she felt.
She didn't want to go out and expose any more of her flesh if she
didn't have to. Still, Jeanine was more emotional about it than Alice
was. Crap!

"All right, dear. Tell you what." She turned to the assistant while
peeling out of her black dress. She handed it to the assistant. "Take
this back and bring my lingerie outfit." Turning back to Jeanine, she
said, "Take it off honey. I'll wear it."

Jeanine looked momentarily confused. "I don't understand."

"We're about the same size. I'll wear that, you can wear mine. It's got
a robe and everything. You'll be fine in it, trust me."

Jeanine began removing the underwear. "You don't mind?"

"It's fine. The show must go on, right? Now, hurry, I need to go on in
your place."

"Okay, but there's these things too. I didn't even know how to put them
on." Jeanine pointed out a red leather choker and two wrist cuffs.

'I'll be Mistress Alice,' she thought. 'Who the hell designed this
thing?'

The lingerie fit her well. The shoes were just a bit tight, and the bra
looked like a pushup bra on her, but she figured she would stay in it.
The lace offered little coverage, and Alice's nipples got hard and
poked into it. Alice looked at herself in the mirror. 'I'm a damn wet
dream fantasy,' she thought. 'If I find the designer, I'm going to give
him a piece of my mind.'

Since she switched clothes, Alice needed to be back out on the runway
quickly. They rushed her back to the stage, and she strode down the
runway, trying not to hurry too much. She got many approving calls and
whistles. Alice was trying to think of all the things she would do to
her husband for getting her into this. But the crowd's approval was
addicting. She felt embarrassed, but she also felt a kind of thrill. It
was hard to reconcile the two emotions. Before her turn, she whipped
her hair over her head and back again. The crowd went wild. 'Where the
hell did that come from?' she thought. She strode back like she owned
the place.

She passed Jeanine going offstage.

"I could never have done that, Alice," she said. Jeanine hugged her.
"Thank you."

Jeanine looked positively normal in comparison, but Alice watched her
walk. She put a swagger in her step, and pulled open her robe as if she
were flashing the crowd. Alice smiled and shook her head. Alice went
back to her spot to sit, and noticed a thigh-length red silk robe
hanging over the back of Jeanine's chair. An assistant came up.

"Thanks for doing that. This robe went with the set, but you looked
great without it," the assistant told her.

Alice sputtered. "I could have worn ... that ... robe?" She cursed at
her luck.

Soon it was time for the final outfit. The assistants had been busy
cleaning everything up, and putting most of the clothes away.

"They need to shut this place down just as soon as we are done. It's
running overtime and all the clothes need to be locked up."

Alice looked around for a bottle of water or a dish of fruit, but it
had all been put away. As soon as she had the red outfit off, someone
took it away. She looked around, but someone had even taken the
terrycloth robe she had been wearing. She went naked back to her rack
and found the bathing suit she was supposed to wear. It was the only
thing hanging up. Alice tried to flag down an assistant.

"Excuse me, there's supposed to be -"

The assistant ran off. "Sorry, got to go."

Alice looked at the suit and cursed. She put it on and cursed. She
looked in the mirror, and cursed. The bathing suit was a one piece with
a thong bottom. It was full in front and had a low back. It also only
covered the left breast. There was supposed to be a t-top that went
over it, as well as a wrap skirt. The top and skirt were missing. Alice
was wondering if she was even going to go out, when one of the male
assistants came up and grabbed her.

"It's time honey. Need to get up to the stage. We're doing an 'one by
one down the runway with everyone still on stage' kind of thing," he
told her. Alice tried to tell him there were other pieces to hers, but
too much was going on.

The other women were already in their suits, waiting in line to go on
stage. While a few of the bikinis were kind of small, none of them left
breasts hanging out, Alice noted. Several times, Alice almost backed
out, but someone herded her along. On cue, they went up the stairs and
formed a semi-circle at the back of the stage. One by one, the
announcer called them to walk down the runway. The audience applauded
loudly for the volunteers who had given their time and bodies to help
out the charity. Alice stood there with her arm in front of her, but
knew she wouldn't be able to do that while walking.

Soon it was her turn. She strode out purposefully. 'This is the way I'm
supposed to look,' she thought to the crowd. 'Really, tit out and all.'
She wasn't sure, but it seemed like the applause was just a bit louder
for her. Probably just my imagination, she thought. Alice was trying to
ignore the crowd.

It seemed like an eternity before she got back. The announcer had
almost started talking about the top and skirt, but she noticed Alice
didn't have them on and so left that part out.

The crowd applauded them all and they took several bows before finally
ending the show.

As she went behind the curtain she slumped against the wall. 'Gods,
that was hard,' she thought. 'Why does this stuff always happen to me?'

Cooper was waiting for her backstage.

"Alice, great show. Love the suit."

"There was supposed to be a, a top and, um, a skirt," she said, trying
to explain.

"Hey, you looked great. Look, one of the designers is here and I wanted
you to meet him. Come on."

Alice sighed. "Can't I change first?"

"It'll only take a minute, don't worry."

Cooper led her over to a short man with a thin goatee.

"Alice, this is Mr. Pierre. He actually did one of the dresses you were
wearing. The black one, I believe." Alice tried to look casual about
holding one arm up in front of her.

Mr. Pierre held out his hand. "So pleased to meet you, madam. You did
very well on the runway. I'd say you were one of the better models
tonight."

Alice shook his hand but felt a bit awkward, being half-naked in the
swimsuit she had on. Still, he was a designer, he'd probably seen it
all a thousand times before.

"Thank you, Mr. Pierre. That means a lot to me."

"And that suit. Even though it's not mine, I have to compliment you on
it. You make it look marvelous. Here, let me see it closer." He had
Alice turn around in a circle so he could see the entire suit, what
there was of it. "Fabulous. You take great care of yourself, Alice."

"Thanks again, Mr. Pierre."

"I'll go find you a robe or something," Cooper told her and went off.

"Was there a top or something that went with it?" Mr. Pierre asked her.
"Usually they only wear it like that in those Sports Illustrated
swimsuit issues."

Alice was about to answer when Jeanine came up. "Sorry to interrupt,
but all the models thought we'd get together tomorrow at the Mansion
for lunch, you know where that is?" The Mansion was a very fancy
restaurant, up in the hills. Alice liked going there.

"Yes, that's sounds great, I'll be there."

"See you in a bit, and thanks again." Jeanine went off. Alice noticed
that most people were leaving or had already left. Seems they were
being kicked out hastily. She turned back to Mr. Pierre.

"Sorry. Yes there was a top and -" One of the assistants came up to
her.

"Ma'am, they need the clothes now. Could you give me the bathing suit?"

"You mean right now?" Alice asked incredulously.

"Yes ma'am, sorry. They said 'immediately'."

Alice shook her head and removed the suit. "Can you get me -" she
started to ask, but the girl grabbed the suit and almost ran away. "- a
robe?"

"Often, models run around naked backstage. It's the nature of the
show," Mr. Pierre told her. He didn't seem all that concerned, and
Alice just imagined him as gay. It seemed to make the fact that she was
standing there naked a little less humiliating.

"Well," Mr. Pierre said abruptly, "I need to be off. A pleasure, Alice.
Tell Cooper goodbye for me."

A naked Alice shook his hand goodbye and then turned to go back to the
dressing room. Wanda called her.

"Thanks again, sweetie. You did a great job."

Alice nodded and waved, too tired to say much more. She made her way
back to the dressing room.

"It was a lot more work that I thought it would be," she told Cooper,
who was there. "Man it feels good to get off my feet." She sat on one
of the dressing table chairs.

"I couldn't find you a robe. Just get your dress you came in and we can
go. This place emptied out quickly."

Alice opened the drawer she'd put her own clothes into. It was empty.
She motioned to Cooper. "Check the other drawers."

All of them were empty.

"Where the hell is my dress?" Alice exclaimed.

"Oh, no," Cooper said. "I've checked everywhere. There is nothing left.
And if they've taken your clothes as well..."

"There has to be a tablecloth or something." They searched around.
There was nothing. A maintenance man had started switching off the
lights in the hall.

"Great. So what do I do now? Why don't you have a coat on?"

"I'm sorry, but it was warm, I left it in the car. Look. We can just go
out to the car, it's not too far. And it's late so there shouldn't be
anybody around."

Alice sighed again. She hated sighing.

They made their way to the front exit. "It won't be too bad. Everyone
seems to have left, so we'll just go to the car and head home.

As they left, the door closed, locking them out. "Oh shit!" Cooper
said.

Alice looked up and into the faces of about forty people. All the
models were there and apparently so were their husbands or boyfriends.
A few people in the audience had waited around as well.
 

The models were all standing together in a group, and a man with a
large camera on a tripod was preparing to take their picture.

"Alice, hurry up, come on, get in the picture!" Jeanine called out.
Alice tried to shake her head no. Cooper leaned in and whispered to
her.

"It'll be okay. You can stand behind her. It'll be better than standing
here in the open."

Alice looked at the group of people present. Most of them were staring
at her. She quickly made her way to the women and tried her best to
stand behind Jeanine and another woman.

"What happened to your clothes?" Jeanine asked. Before Alice could say
anything, she added, "Oh, look he's going to take the picture. Jeanine
put her arms on her hips, helping to hide Alice's lack of clothing.
Alice tried to smile, but she was nervous that someone would walk up
behind them.

The photographer took a few more shots. Alice tried to hide as much as
she could by holding her arms in front of her. Finally the group broke
up. Cooper went over and tried to help by standing in front of her.
Many of the women came up and said goodbye to her, apparently thinking
that she did this kind of thing all the time and so it was more or less
normal. Alice could see a few men getting nudged to get moving and stop
staring.

"So do you go around nude like this often?" Jeanine asked her. It was
asked out of curiosity and not incredulousness.

"No, it's just, my dress was gone, and ..."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, honey. I wish I had half your guts. I mean,
they're going to have to put little `censored' bars on the picture when
they publish it now."

"I didn't even know there, there was going to be a photo..." Alice was
now standing behind Cooper hugging him tightly, peering over his
shoulder.

"Why, I thought they told everyone at the beginning. Maybe you'd
stepped out or something. Listen, Alice, thank you for everything, and
I'll see you tomorrow at the Mansion, all right?"

Alice nodded. "Bye, Jeanine," she said softly.

The group had broken up and most had headed for their cars. The
photographer was finished packing up his gear. Alice grasped Cooper as
if for dear life. They stood there waiting for everyone to leave.

"Alice, almost everyone has gone. There isn't anyone that hasn't
already seen you."

She released her grip on him and walked beside him. "Oh, that was so
embarrassing. All those people..."

"Let's get back to the car before a bus comes along or something," he
told her. They walked quickly to his car. Once inside, Alice relaxed a
little. She looked over at Cooper, who was smiling.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

Cooper was thinking about Alice's dress, which he'd thrown away, and
about how he's asked Nancy to help him get Alice in the most risqu�
outfits they had. He thought about how he'd been backstage when Jeanine
was going to go out in the red lingerie and asked if she might convince
Alice to switch.

"Oh, Cooper, you know I like to show off," Jeanine had said, but
eventually decided it would be more fun to see Alice in them.

Cooper thought about asking Mr. Pierre to help detain his wife while
Cooper went backstage and got rid of her dress, and of how one of the
assistants had approached him asking about Alice and the bathing suit
she had on.

"She's talking out front to someone. Just ask her for it there, I don't
think she'll mind."

Lastly, Cooper was thinking how he had pulled it all off without Alice
finding out it was him.

"So, what's so funny?" She asked again.

"Oh nothing really, let's go home," he told her before driving off.
						


Cooper's Interlude II


"What is it about seeing her naked in public that I like so much?"

Cooper let Alice sleep in. He contemplated waking her up and making
love with her again but decided that she might be more receptive if she
was better rested. Instead, he went and had breakfast and read the
paper.

Cooper thought about the previous night. He wondered why he took such
delight in exposing his wife. He'd keep her naked all the time,
wherever they went, if he could. Her embarrassment at being exposed was
a turn on for him. The way she blushed and tried to cover up, the way
other's reacted to her, he loved it all. He noticed she seemed to
occasionally enjoy it, too, at least in some small way. He hoped that
she would never get over the embarrassment, but he supposed that doing
it over and over might eventually numb her to it. He wondered if there
was anyway to add the embarrassment back in.

Probably not, he thought. Eventually, she's just going to accept it, at
least on some level. So, he was going to have to keep raising the level
of humiliation. Fortunately for Cooper, that was a challenge he wanted
to take on.

Cooper's maid Kathy approached with the phone. "For you, sir," she told
him.

"Hello. Yes, how are you? A party, sounds wonderful... Oh, that
party... Yes, I very much enjoyed it the last few years. In fact, I
might have a model for you... Yes, I think she'd be perfect... My wife,
of course... You do, well, that would be great... Yes, I'll let her
know... Sounds great, see you then... Thanks... Goodbye."

This would be perfect. The party was just the kind of thing Cooper was
looking for. He could talk Alice into going because it would be for
charity, and he could give her just enough information so she wouldn't
know what was really going to happen before it was too late. Besides,
he knew that everyone who had been a model at these parties had enjoyed
it when all was said and done.

Cooper would mention it to her later, after they made love.
 
 

Copyright 2001



Comments welcome: bluewordsx at yahoo dot com	

__________________________________________________
Do You Yahoo!?
Tired of spam?  Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around 
http://mail.yahoo.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: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+