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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2006 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of October 
2006)

Part 7

Chapter 24

"Brenda these two guys have a complaint and I think maybe it is 
valid."  Thomas Hardcastle stood in Brenda's living room with two of 
the neighborhood eighteen year old guys by his side.

"A complaint?  They've felt me up and seen me naked but they have a 
complaint?  Oh this will be good."  Brenda sat, legs crossed, on her 
sofa and waited to hear the charges against her.

"Well you see," began Ernie, the boy who had previously fondled her 
naked body in the guise of spreading suntan oil on her as she lay out 
on her deck, "Ryan was telling us at school how he was over here on 
Wednesday and how you, well uh..."

"How you let him have sex with you," finished Vince, the wrestler on 
the high school varsity team.

"I did no such thing!" Brenda protested, nearly rising to her feet.

"Calm down, calm down," Thomas said smoothly.  "Vince, it wasn't 
exactly 'having sex' no matter what Ryan told you."

"Yeah, well, he said it was.  He said you let him feel you up and you 
humped him and let him blow his load on you.  We just don't think it's 
fair.  When I had my scene with you, you wouldn't even let me touch 
you."

"And you nearly had a cow when I rubbed you with suntan oil," Ernie 
added.

"That was just a surprise," Brenda stated.  "Thomas hadn't told me 
you'd be coming over or that he had hired you to be on the show."  She 
shot Thomas a narrow-eyed glance.

"It's reality TV," Thomas said.  "And you did agree to do things just 
like that so we didn't see it as a problem.  I am sorry that we 
startled you with it and I swear we won't do anything quite like that 
again."

"Apology accepted.  But you boys," she turned her attention back to the 
high schoolers, "both got to see a lot more than most people get to see 
of me.  And besides, I am married."

"Yeah, we know.  We just don't think it's very fair that Ryan got to 
feel you up and blow his load.  We just want the same chance he got."

Brenda crossed her arms over her chest and looked at all three men.  
"Tom, can I see you for a minute?"  She rose and strode out of the 
room.  A moment later her producer/director followed.  She led him to 
the laundry room and shut the door.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"I think I'm doing what my boss has instructed me to do; to take the 
show up a notch and show more sexual situations.  You've already worked 
with these guys and you'll have me and my team here.  We promise 
nothing will go wrong.  You'll be expected to do only as much as you 
are willing to do.  If you absolutely don't want these guys involved, 
we will let them go.  They're not on contract, they're being paid per 
episode.  But if you don't want this show to go in the can within a 
month and both yours and my salary to go with it, then we've got all 
day together to shoot you doing sexy shit."

Brenda breathed a heavy sigh.  "What happened with.. Ryan was it?  
Yeah, what happened with him was an accident.  These guys are asking me 
to intentionally ignore my wedding vows and have sex with them.  
They're underage!"

"No they're not," Thomas said with a shake of his head.  "They're both 
-- actually all three of them -- eighteen years old.  We have verified 
it.  There's no way we'd risk losing our whole studio by involving 
minors in this show.  As long as everything is done by consenting 
adults, we can get away with almost anything.  And besides, they're not 
actually asking you to have sex with them.  Just -- I don't know -- 
give them a hand job or a blow job.  Let them feel you up and maybe 
even let them finger you or give YOU head.  There'd be a nice change of 
pace.  Something good and sex being done to you instead of by you.  
It's your show.  You call the shots.  And if they do get out of line, 
Rajiv and I take them outside and teach them to respect a woman's 
wishes."

"That's such a guy response.  Violence as the answer to every problem."

"Yeah, and the guys who act like that are the ones who get laid the 
most by women who claim not to like that behavior."

"That's just not true!" Brenda protested loudly.

"Mm hm.  If you say so.  Anyway, what'll it be?"

"Alright, I'll do this.  But NO sex."

"You're the boss," Thomas said with a smile and a pat on the back for 
his star.

Brenda made her way quickly down the hall and back to the living room.  
"Alright guys, you're in luck today.  The studio wants racier material 
and you're absolutely right that Ryan got more than either of you.  So 
I want to make this right.  Please follow me upstairs."  With that she 
floated up the carpeted steps to the second story and into the master 
bedroom.  The teens, not wasting any time, pushed each other out of the 
way to be the first up the stairs behind her.  In their haste and 
rivalry they failed to notice items of clothing being dropped along the 
hallway before them.  When they reached the doorway to her bedroom -- a 
sacred place where the gorgeous woman was surely laid nightly by her 
damn lucky husband -- Brenda was completely bare and digging through 
her dresser drawers.

She turned to face them, holding a red lace teddy up against her body.  
"Does this one look nice?"

"Oh hell yeah!" blurted Ernie, the taller, leaner of the two young men.

"Sit on the edge of the bed and I'll be with you in just a minute."  
The two guys sat down, staring in fascination as Brenda Young laced 
herself into the lingerie.  Meanwhile Thomas and Rajiv were setting up 
the lights and camera to record the action which was to come.  But as 
far as Ernie and Vince were concerned, the action had already begun.

Just when they thought she was done, all tightly scrunched into the 
teddy which appeared to be a size too small for her, Brenda sat on the 
corner of the bed and began to roll first one and then another red lace 
stocking up her smooth calves, over knees and halfway up her firm, 
lightly tanned thighs.

"You look really great," commented Vince.

"Yeah, I've never seen anyone as hot as you," stated Ernie, not to be 
outdone in pouring on the compliments.

Brenda rose and retrieved a garter belt from her dresser drawer.  
Fastening it around her waist, she bent over with one leg stretched out 
before her and clipped the garter to the lacy top of her stocking.  
Then she did the same with the other leg.  The boys nearly drooled in 
their laps watching her stretch out her toned legs and smooth her 
stockings, not to mention the way the too tight teddy made her hanging 
breasts bulge and appear about ready to pop right out into the open 
air.

"You've never had a kid, have you Mrs. Young?"

"No boys, I never have.  And I think we're well past the Mrs. Young 
stage.  Or at least we will be soon."

"Do your..." Vince started, then shut up.

"Hm?  Do my what?"

"It's nothing.  It's stupid.  I'm stupid."

"Guys, this is your chance to ask me anything you want.  Anything you 
want to know about women or about sex.  You won't get a better chance."

"Do your... boobs have milk?"

"Ha ha!  No, silly.  I told you I haven't had a child.  You only 
lactate when you have a baby."

"Yeah, stupid," Ernie said, punching his friend in the shoulder.  "What 
kind of stupid question is that?"

It was at that moment that Brenda realized, or finally accepted, that 
Thomas was right about one thing.  These guys were obviously trying to 
outdo one another and be more macho than the other guy to win her 
attention, and it was working.  She was beginning to like the idea of 
being naked and naughty with both of them.  She still hadn't quite 
decided what exactly she was going to do with them, but she knew that 
she would want it when it happened.

"Well guys, why don't you both scoot apart on the bed so I can squeeze 
in between you?"  Instantly it was like someone had yelled fire in a 
crowded theater.  Both boys jumped to their feet and scooted aside to 
make room for her on the bed right between them.  Vince even took her 
hand in his and guided her to that spot as if she couldn't find it on 
her own.

"Thank you," she said with a wink.  "Now what do you guys say to a hand 
job?"

"You mean... you want us to play with ourselves?" asked Ernie with a 
confused look on his face.

"You dork!" Vince said.  "She means she wants to play with us."

"Oh!  Yeah, that'd be cool.  You know, whatever."  Ernie shrugged as he 
unzipped his blue jeans and unbuttoned the fly.  Vince was doing 
likewise with his shorts.  In seconds both guys were proudly displaying 
their stiff pricks for Brenda's approval.

"Hm, very nice.  Both of you.  Very nice indeed.  I think I'm going to 
enjoy this."  She glanced up at Rajiv operating the camera and saw that 
he was already shooting.  She licked her lips and reached down 
delicately with both hands to encircle both guy's throbbing cocks.

Vince's cock jumped at her touch.  "You don't... have to be... so 
gentle," he said through shuddering breaths.  Brenda took the hint and 
wrapped her left hand around his shaft.  It just fit in her hand with 
his cock head showing itself above her thumb and forefinger.  A moment 
later her right hand was wrapped around Ernie's slightly longer shaft 
and she began to slowly stroke both in unison.  She felt their warmth 
and youthful pulsing within her palms.  She had never been with two 
guys at once before and it felt strange to have a cock in each hand.

"So guys, what will your girlfriends think about you getting hand jobs 
from an older woman?" Brenda asked without looking directly at either 
of them.

Ernie took in a deep breath through his nose to calm his nerves.  "I'm 
not in a relationship right now," he said, "so there's no problem here.  
But if I were in one, I'd want it to be with a woman like you, Brenda."

"Oh, that's sweet," she replied, batting her lashes at him.  "But I'm 
sure you'd say that to any woman who was stroking you off."  She 
laughed.

"No, I mean really.  You're so... sexy!  And hot.  I'd date a girl like 
you any day."

"And what about you, mister varsity wrestler?  I'm sure you must have a 
girlfriend."

"Yeah I do.  But she don't know anything about this and she's not going 
to."

Brenda rose from the edge of the bed, hands still stroking the guys' 
cocks, and began to wiggle her ass from side to side for them.

"Do you think that's fair?" she asked Vince after a moment.

"Sure it is," he replied.  "As long as we don't have sex, I'm not 
cheating on her."

"And what if I took off this teddy right now and asked you to fuck me.  
Would you?"

"Oh god!" Vince grunted as the thought of it made him tense up and 
suddenly shoot of fountain of semen half a foot into the air.  It came 
down in a line over Brenda's left hand and wrist as another, lesser 
squirt coated her fingers and made his dick too slick to keep up her 
rhythm.

"Well," Brenda said after a couple of seconds, "I guess we won't be 
finding out now, will we?"  She removed her hand from his lap and 
wiggled her ass over Ernie's.  He took the moment of protection from 
the line of sight of the camera to reach up and pinch her bare ass 
cheek.  Brenda jumped in surprise and lost her balance.  For what 
seemed to her like half a minute but was in fact probably no more than 
two seconds she flailed about trying not to fall backward onto Ernie's 
lap.  He responded by wrapping both arms around her slender waist and 
guiding her to a standing position with her legs spread to either side 
of his.

"Thanks," she said as she turned to face him.  She lifted her left hand 
to her mouth and began to suck Vince's sticky cum from her fingers.  
"Yum yum," she said, "I love cum."  Then she giggled.

A moment later Brenda reached with both hands and pulled the lacy bra 
portion of her teddy down to expose both of her breasts to the two boys 
sitting in astonishment on her bed.  She had purposely kept her legs 
spread and now lowered herself onto Ernie's lap, sliding her crotch 
forward and back and letting his rigid cock make contact with her 
panties-covered pussy.  She sat upright as much as she could to put her 
ample chest in Ernie's face -- or to put that another way, to put her 
ample chest around Ernie's face.

Ernie did what any sane, non-comatose, heterosexual guy would do in 
that situation.  He began to lick the wall of her chest between her 
tits and turned his head from side to side to lick and kiss her full, 
round breasts.  The camera was brought around for a shot over his 
shoulder.  Ernie then tentatively reached up and cupped both of her 
tits in his hands and pushed them together so he could suck on her 
stiff nipples as she continued to grind her pussy against his prick.

"Oh god.  Oh god yes.  That feels so damned good.  Please don't stop," 
she wailed.

In his mind Ernie thought, "The day I stop sucking your tits is the day 
I'm declared criminally insane."

But within seconds Brenda had another idea.  She pulled back and away 
from him, noting the suddenly dejected look on the teen's face.  But as 
she sank to her knees between his legs and pushed her tits together 
around the shaft of his cock, he soon cheered up.

"Oh man, that is so fucking cool," Vince cheered as Brenda began to 
pull up and push down on Ernie's cock with her breasts clamped around 
it.

Ernie's head was spinning.  He was in sheer delight and thought the 
good lord was calling his name.  The tip of his cock erupted like Mt. 
Vesuvius, sending a torrent of hot, white semen up to her chin where it 
splattered out in every direction.  His second, third and fourth blasts 
laid a thick coat of cum all up and down her chest.

"Shit man," Vince said, leaning in and staring at this sight.  "The 
only thing that would make this better is if there was another girl 
here to lick her clean!"

Rajiv with the camera followed Brenda into the bathroom where she 
splashed water over her chest and face.  Meanwhile Thomas Hardcastle 
handed the two teens fifty bucks apiece saying, "You really ought to be 
paying me for this."


Chapter 25

It was Monday when Brenda was next greeted by a telephone call asking 
her to come down to the station.  They told her not to worry about what 
to wear, that they would provide her outfit for the day and cover her 
expenses.

When she arrived at the studio, Brenda was immediately escorted to a 
back room where she was given six items of clothing to wear.  "And 
nothing more," Kimberly the second unit director told her.

"This isn't much," Brenda said.  Of course, she'd gone out in less over 
the past two months.  She quickly shed her loose knit top, then 
slithered her knee length skirt down her shapely thighs and let it drop 
to the floor at her feet.  Stepping out of it, she bent at the waist 
and unfastened her sandals one by one.  Then hooking her thumbs into 
the waistband of her light blue cotton panties, she shimmied them down 
to her ankles and stepped out of both those and her sandals at once.

Now completely naked in the not yet heated morning air of the studio, 
Brenda surveyed the little stack of clothes on the sofa beside her.

She held up a black platform bra which would give her support but would 
do absolutely nothing to cover her large areolae or nipples.  She 
sighed and slipped it around her chest, fastening it in front and then 
turning it until the so-called cups were in front.  She wove the thin 
strings of fabric around her now jutting breasts and up over her 
shoulders.

Next she found an equally skimpy pair of panties; really just the edges 
of panties with no crotch coverage at all.  On closer inspection with 
her fingertips, she found there was in fact a crotch to them, but it 
was of such a delicate and find lace that it was virtually invisible to 
the human eye.  She bent again and stepped first her left foot and then 
her right into the panties and pulled them gently up over her smooth 
legs.  She had to adjust them at her hips to get the fit right and 
noticed that her tuft of brown pubic hair shown clearly and that 
numerous little hairs were sticking out through the lace.  "They'd 
might as well be totally crotchless," she mused under her breath.  
Patting her bush, she wondered if she had made a mistake all these 
years by not shaving it.  But Jim did so enjoy running his fingers 
through it when they made love and she had that one extra sensitive 
spot which she loved to have him stroke.

Brenda bent and picked up a black garter belt and hooked it around her 
waist.  The clasps dangling down her thighs were for the pair of sheer 
black nylon stockings she found next.  Brenda sat on the sofa and 
carefully pushed the toes of her right foot into one stocking.  Then 
taking the bunched up material in both hands, she stretched out her leg 
until it was perfectly straight and the stocking was pulled tight 
across the length of her creamy skin.  She fastened the garter and then 
performed the same erotic ritual with her left leg and the other 
stocking.

Only two items remained for her.  One was a pair of red pumps with 
about a two inch heel and the last was a black trench coat.

"At least it is a little chilly and drizzly out today," Brenda said 
aloud to no one as she was alone, for the moment, in the room.  
"Otherwise this would just look SO obvious."

There was a knock at the door and although everyone in the building had 
seen her both naked and performing lewd acts of sex in public, Brenda 
quickly pulled the coat around herself before calling, "Yes?  You can 
come in."

Kimberly entered, her tall, thin figure encased in a jogging suit.  She 
nodded approvingly to Brenda who slowly pulled open the coat to reveal 
her hidden treasures.

"Yes, yes I think this will do nicely," Kimberly stated flatly.  "The 
boss man wants to see some more flashing and I know just the place to 
do it.  The malls aren't very busy on a Monday morning but there will 
be enough people to make it risky enough to be risqu�."

Brenda thought that they would drive to the local mall, but Thomas had 
ordered a change of scenery for Brenda's own protection.  Roger gave 
Brenda the directions to a big mall in the nearest big city about 
twenty-five miles away.  Kimberly rode with Brenda to coach her on what 
they were looking for today.  They would start by parking in an area of 
the parking lot far from the mall's entrance and film Brenda walking 
around amongst the cars in various states of undress.

On arriving at the big city mall, Brenda was at once both glad and 
disappointed in how few cars there were in the lot.  Disappointed that 
if she was going to be walking around the parking lot exposing herself, 
there were too few places to hide but glad that there weren't so many 
people there who might catch her.

Brenda was following Roger's car in when Kimberly suddenly tugged at 
her elbow and said, "here's a good spot!"

"What? Shouldn't we follow him?"

"No no, we'll catch up with him in a few.  Besides, he'll need time to 
get the equipment set up and then he'll want to film you from a 
distance as you walk around."

Brenda pulled into the space indicated; it was only three aisles from 
the street and had a large concrete planter with a fake-looking tree 
providing shade from the mid-day sun.

The two women stepped out of Brenda's car.  Kimberly looked around for 
the best path to have her subject walk.  Brenda meanwhile fussed with 
her hair and applied a last minute coat of lipstick in the side mirror 
before locking and closing the door.

Brenda stood beside Kimberly, trying to find where Roger had parked.  
She was so used to looking for the TV van that now she didn't know what 
to look for even though she'd driven behind him on the freeway for 
nearly half an hour.

Kimberly gave her directions on where to walk and pointed out Roger 
waving his hand held camcorder a few aisles down from them.  "I'll go 
and get my own camera out of the trunk and by the time you meet us we 
should have enough outdoor footage and be ready to move indoors."

"Indoors?" Brenda stammered.  "Is that wise?"  I mean, isn't that 
dangerous to go flashing inside the mall?"

"The danger is half the excitement, dear," Kimberly smiled, patting the 
younger woman on the shoulder.  "Just walk the route that I showed you 
so Roger can get some good shots and don't be afraid to let the whole 
trench coat drop every now and then.  You can circle back around 
whatever car you dropped it by to pick it up.  You'll do fine, and 
we'll both be watching you for any sign of trouble."

Brenda swallowed the rising lump in her throat as the second unit 
director floated off straight toward Roger's car.  Roger, meanwhile, 
had come up closer and was just one aisle away.  Brenda looked both 
directions to be sure no one else was looking and gave Roger a quick 
full body flash, then pulled the coat tightly together and took a few 
steps into the aisle.  She put her hands into the deep waist pockets of 
the coat and let the front slide open as she walked.

When she reached the rear bumpers of some cars which were parked just 
across behind her own car, she pulled one arm to the side to fully 
expose that half of her lithe body to Roger's camcorder.  Then she make 
a quick pirouette while pulling the collar of the coat down over her 
shoulders so that by the time she was facing Roger again both of her 
breasts were fully exposed in her cupless shelf bra.

The sound of a car starting somewhere to her left made Brenda quickly 
pull the coat up over her shoulders.  Finally convinced that the idling 
car was not in her line of sight, Brenda strode to her right along 
behind the line of empty parked cars, letting the coat slide open in 
front again.  She decided to do an elongated figure 8 between the four 
cars and turned to her left to walk toward Roger, pulling one side open 
to expose just one breast and one shapely, stocking clad thigh.  She 
walked in front of that car and back between it and the second, where 
she bent forward and flipped the back of the coat up to reveal her 
panties, which truly only had any coverage, what little it was, in the 
back.

Rising and making her way behind the second car, Brenda turned down the 
middle of her figure 8 (or perhaps figure 88 considering that four cars 
with three spaces between them were involved).  Here she smiled to 
Roger dutifully filming her and pulled the black trench coat off both 
shoulders again, this time letting it fall to the pavement behind her.  
She was now pretty much completely exposed in front and just barely 
legally covered in what appeared, from the back, to be normal panties 
and bra, from behind.

Brenda put her hands behind her head and jogged in place for a couple 
of seconds to make her heavy breasts really bounce and jiggle for the 
camera.  Then, still with hands behind her head, she made her way 
around the front of the third car and into the final inter-car space.  
She turned and walked slowly backward, showing off for the camera 
again, until she almost lost her balance on an oddly shaped loose piece 
of asphalt.  She flailed for a moment until she regained her 
equilibrium, then made the remainder of the trip around the fourth car 
walking forward.

Rounding the front left corner of the fourth car, Brenda walked along 
straight across to the stand in front of the third again.  Rather than 
going up to retrieve her coat and continue her walk through the parking 
lot, she placed her hands on her hips, looked to her left to watch 
Roger and lifted her right leg until she could rest her foot on the 
front bumper of the vehicle.

The sudden screech of the motion sensitive car alarm sent Brenda 
spiraling out and away, instinctively covering her breasts with both 
arms and looking around in surprise with wide eyes.  Roger had a good 
laugh and she knew that if she could hear it so well from about ten 
feet away, then the camera in his hand was surely capturing the fun he 
was having at her expense.

Not intending to stick around, Brenda hurried to grab her coat and pull 
it on, then shuffled along quickly to where Roger stood.  The alarm was 
still going and they decided to move quickly, but not so quickly as to 
arouse suspicion of running from the scene, to another part of the 
parking lot.

For the next several minutes, until the unheeded alarm finally turned 
itself off to save battery life, Roger filmed Brenda prancing and 
spinning and strutting her stuff in empty spaces and around other cars.  
At one time, when Brenda was standing in the middle of an aisle fully 
exposing her breasts to the camera, a car turned into the aisle behind 
her and made its way quickly toward her.  Brenda saw the look of fear 
in Roger's eyes and turned to look over her should.  She squealed and 
skipped to the side, easily avoiding the oncoming car but nervous and 
flustered nevertheless.  She didn't think the driver had seen any part 
of her, so that made it somewhat okay.  Both Roger and Kimberly rushed 
to her aid to be sure that she was alright.

"Yes, I"m fine.  Just a little startled is all.  Thank you."

"Are you feeling okay to continue?" Kimberly asked.

"Maybe we ought to go on and head inside for the rest," Roger 
suggested.

"Yes, I think so," replied Kimberly.  "If you're up to it, Brenda."

Brenda swallowed several times and nodded that she was good to go, so 
they made their way as a group straight through the remaining aisles of 
the parking lot to the side door of the mall.

Once inside the air conditioned mall, the whole world changed.  First 
of all it was louder inside than it had been outside near a fairly 
major street.  There was music blasting out of all the trendy clothing 
stores and the few CD and cassette stores that were still in existence.  
There were people milling about carrying on dozens of different 
conversations and there was the drone of a video game arcade somewhere 
down the middle aisle of the indoor mall.  There were also few places 
that would be very discreet for flashing and certainly nowhere that 
Brenda could take off the coat and let it all hang out.

"Why don't you make a phone call?" suggested Kimberly, producing a 
smaller digital pocket camcorder and motioning Brenda toward a row of 
pay phones along one wall of the entry way.

"Who should I call?"

"Oh it doesn't matter.  Just pretend to make a call.  Or call your 
husband and let him know what's happening.  I"m sure he'd appreciate 
that in the middle of his work day," Kimberly laughed.

And so it was that Jim Young received a collect call from his wife 
while he was at work.  Concerned, he immediately asked her where she 
was and if everything was alright.

"Everything's fine, honey.  We're at a mall and... yes it's a bit noisy 
in here, sorry.  We're at the mall and Kimberly is taking pictures of 
me standing at the pay phone showing off my boobs under a jacket.  
What's that?  Yes, I"m naked underneath it.  Well, almost naked.  Ooh, 
baby I feel so naughty.  You may need to spank me when you get home."  
Brenda laughed mischievously before telling her husband goodbye and 
hanging up.  She glanced around the entry way once before pulling both 
sides of her coat aside to fully expose herself, then yanking it closed 
as she caught sight of an older couple coming around the corner from 
the food court out toward the doors.  Each was carrying a corn dog and 
a cup of what proclaimed to be "The Best Lemonade on Earth".  Brenda 
had a very, very naughty idea and gathered Roger and Kimberly together 
to execute on it.

Since she had no money on her, Brenda had to ask her camera crew for 
money.  Kimberly suggested she ought to ask other patrons instead.  
Brenda's already wicked grin became even wicked as she took in the 
meaning.  She surveyed the entire food court, looking for individuals 
sitting more or less remotely. She found a couple of tables she's want 
to hit and started off with Kimberly and her camera in tow.

"Excuse me sir," Brenda called to a thirty-something man sitting along 
at a table beside a large planter.  The man had several bags on his 
table and Brenda suspected he was there with a woman who might be in 
the restroom or getting food.  "Excuse me, but I seem to have lost my 
wallet and was wondering if you could spare some change so that I can 
get a bite to eat?"

The man looked up at the pretty young woman.  She thought he was not 
bad to look at, either.

"How much do you need?" he asked politely, reaching into his trousers 
pocket to retrieve his wallet.

"Fifty cents," Brenda blurted.  She wondered why she hadn't asked for 
enough to cover the full cost of her meal -- what if her other chosen 
targets didn't come through and left her with just these fifty cents?

But then she thought, "Get real.  With a body like this, most any guy 
will be glad to give me his money."

"Just fifty cents?" asked the guy.  Brenda nodded.  "And what about 
her?" he asked, jerking his head to indicate Kimberly standing nearby 
trying to be discreet about filming the incident from over his shoulder 
looking at Brenda.

"Oh, she's being a real bitch today and won't share," Brenda said.  
"What can I give you in return?"  She began to slowly pull one side of 
the coat away to reveal her thigh.  She wasn't sure if he'd noticed she 
was wearing invisible panties, but he soon would.

"Nothing.  Take it.  It's just fifty cents."

"No no, I insist," Brenda said.  She revealed more leg including her 
bare hip and belly.  He beamed at the sight of her smooth, naked flesh.  
"For another fifty I'll show you more," she said quietly.  The man 
yanked a dollar out of his wallet in a flash, and Brenda returned the 
favor with a flash of her own.  She let him see one full exposed breast 
held high and proud on its shelf for a good three seconds.  "Thanks," 
she cooed as she pulled the coat together and walked away.

Kimberly followed Brenda as she made her way to another table, out in 
the open but with no one sitting at any other table within about seven 
feet.  There were two men here in business suits sipping name brand 
coffee.  Brenda went around behind them, motioning Kimberly to stand in 
front.  Then Brenda knelt over the mens' shoulders and let her tits 
hang completely out.  To her left was a man of probably twenty-five or 
twenty-six with light brown skin and short, dark hair in tight curls.  
To her right was an older man, perhaps thirty-two she guessed, with 
much darker brown skin and a cleans haven head.

"Hi guys.  I'm trying to get enough money to buy a corn dog.  Can you 
spare some change?"

With his eyes right at level with Brenda's nipples, one of the men said 
smoothly, "as long as I can cop a feel."

"How much do you think that's worth?" Brenda asked, batting her 
eyelashes at him.

"How much do you need?" asked the other man.

Brenda looked around to see who else might be seeing her and closed her 
coat enough to block most peoples' view but to leave herself exposed to 
these two.  "About two bucks."

"I'll give you two if I can suck 'em," said the first guy.  "Or one 
buck for a feel."

"And what about your friend?" she asked coyly.

"That sounds good to me," the second man stated, to which the first 
shot back:

"Check it out.  I'll give you five bucks if you let me suck 'em but you 
don't let him even touch 'em."

"Hey, fuck you man," his companion remarked.  "I want a piece of what's 
behind door number two."  He quickly reached one brown hand under the 
back of Brenda's coat and took firm hold of her ass.  She yelped and 
quickly covered her mouth with one hand, which caused her to loose hold 
on the trench coat which fell open to one side.

"Aw yeah," said the guy groping her ass.

"Okay look, you give me five bucks and he doesn't get to touch my 
boobs.  And you," she faced the second man," you get to keep this up 
and give me five bucks, too."

"That wasn't part of the deal, sweetheart," he said.

"Well either that or I mace you right now," Brenda warned.

"Girl why do you gotta be like that?  Okay fine, I'll give you five 
bucks for feeling your fine ass."  He reached into his pocket and 
pulled out a small wad of dollar bills, still holding onto her ass with 
his other hand, and counted out five.  He returned the rest to his 
pocket.  His associate produced a five dollar bill from his own wallet 
and laid it on the table.

Brenda glanced at Kimberly and nodded.  She then turned to her left to 
sit in the lap of the guy cupping her ass cheeks and exposed her 
breasts to the man sitting next to him, who quickly lowered his head to 
her heaving chest and began licking at her nipples until they grew 
stiff and perky.  He then made an O with his mouth and latched onto her 
left breast like a suction cup.

While her breast was being sucked and licked, Brenda closed her eyes 
and rolled her head back onto the shoulder of the man behind her.  A 
moment later she felt both of his hands slide down her thighs into the 
valley between her legs.  He pulled gently apart and she responded, to 
her own surprise, by willfully spreading them even farther.  Within 
seconds he was cupping her crotch, her tuft of brown fur in the palm of 
one hand and his fingers trying to spread the lips of her pussy which 
he found strangely difficult in the sudden realization that, even 
though he felt pussy hair, she was in fact wearing some kind of 
panties.

"Whoa whoa, I didn't say anything about a finger fuck," Brenda scolded, 
suddenly collecting herself and detaching from both men as she rose to 
a standing position.

"There's another five in it for you," the man said.

"Thanks but no thanks.  The only guy who touches me there is my 
husband.  Thank you gentlemen, it's been a pleasure."  With that she 
grabbed the money off the table, turned on her heel and headed for the 
corn dog stand.

Kimberly joined her moments later and said, "That was really hot, 
Brenda.  We got some damn good footage for the next episode.  Are you 
sure you're okay, though?"

"Yeah, I"m fine.  Just a little hot," Brenda said, waving her hands to 
move some air across her flushed cheeks.


Chapter 26

Brenda set her food try on a table in the mall's food court.  On it she 
had a plain corn dog and a medium size cup of lemonade.  She directed 
Roger and Kimberly to sit facing her from another table several feet 
away.  Then she sat in her plastic swivel chair with her legs spread 
about two feet apart at the knees.  She nervously looked around, 
waiting for her camera crew to get their equipment setup and aimed at 
her.  Roger's larger camera was hidden beneath his table looking right 
up between Brenda's spread thighs.  The sight as he glanced down into 
the LCD viewfinder and zoomed in was spectacular.  Kimberly's smaller 
digital camcorder was more or less concealed in the palm of her hand as 
she waved it around to show that there were numerous other people in 
the area.

Brenda took a bite of her corn dog and looked innocent as an older 
woman and her young child walked past.  Once they were gone, though, 
she smiled to the camera and pulled open her trench coat just enough to 
give Roger a clearer, better-lighted view of her pussy and to expose 
her deep cleavage with just a hint of breast flesh visible on both 
sides.

Slowly she meandered the corn dog down between her breasts, down her 
bare belly, over the thin band of her garter belt.  Within seconds she 
was wagging it slowly, enticingly, in front of her pussy.  By the look 
she saw on Roger's face, it was obvious he had not foreseen what she 
was about to do.

Now my dear readers, I feel the need to remind you that Brenda was a 
decent, respectable housewife and that, before the last couple of 
months of television stardom and prize money about the most kinky thing 
she had done was to skinny dip in her own back yard with a veritable 
jungle of tall, leafy plants protecting the view.  At such an early 
stage in her career as a porn star she was probably not so wicked, so 
daring or so free-spirited to go as far as you probably think.

So it was at that time she went to the mall, that Brenda began to rub 
the outside fried coating of the corn dog up and down over her only 
barely covered labia.  She pressed it into the folds of her outer 
womanhood and made faces intended to show that she was in ecstasy.  Her 
acting was, perhaps, more over-the-top than the sensations she was 
really feeling.  She had never done anything sexual with food before.  
And what she was about to do was really beyond anything she ever would 
have imagined doing.

With her coat still pretty much open, Brenda Young lifted the corn dog 
to her mouth and took another bite.  Even though the thing had never 
actually passed inside her body, the thought suddenly made her rather 
sick and she chewed with a look of disapproval in herself.

But that ended soon as a small group of people suddenly came around the 
corner with trays of food.  Brenda was forced to very quickly pull her 
coat together and pretend nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

But she couldn't go on eating the corn dog and rose to take it and the 
untouched lemonade to the trash.

"Sorry guys, I just can't do this one," she apologized to Kimberly and 
Roger as they made their way to join her at the edge of the food court.

"Not a problem," said Roger with a hint of disappointment.  "I think we 
got enough footage to at least use as a teaser for the show.  If 
nothing else, this should really peak some interest."

Kimberly then told Roger they would meet up with him later; that she 
and Brenda had some clothes shopping to do.  Before parting ways, 
however, Kimberly switched out the memory card in her camera for a 
fresh one from Roger's equipment bag.

"So, like, Victoria's?" Brenda asked when Roger had gone.

"No no, just a normal, every day clothing store.  But I want to get 
some shots of you in the changing room and maybe even coming out of the 
changing room half dressed to ask if something fits you or if they have 
something in a different color."

"Ooh, I might like this," Brenda said.

Their first stop was at a shoe store. They both looked around as if 
trying to find something specific which the store did not have.  There 
were a few too many people crowded into the narrow store for them to do 
much flashing unless they wanted to be immediately thrown out of the 
mall.

After a few people had gone, the sales lady on staff asked Brenda if 
she had been helped.

"No, not yet.  I"m looking for something in a... what do they call 
them?  Fuck me pump?"

The woman just smiled.  "Got a big date, huh?" she asked.

"Something like that."

"I think the closest we have is this," the sales lady said, pointing 
Brenda to a pair of silver slippers with no backs and a three-and-a-
half inch heel with straps to go up and around the ankle.

"Do you have it in a five?" Brenda asked.

While the sales lady was busy looking on the shelves, Brenda turned one 
hundred eighty degrees to face Kimberly, pulled her coat wide open and 
wiggled her whole body like she was grooving to some club music.  She 
turned back, pulling her coat closed as the sales lady said, "Not out 
here, but maybe in back.  Do you like this color?"

"Actually, if you have it in gold or in black that would be great."

"I'll go see.  But please, look around to see what else you like.  We 
also have a collection of evening purses by the cash register."

With the store nearly deserted now, save for one young woman checking 
out shoes near the door, Brenda sat in the middle of a row of chairs 
used for trying on the shoes or getting one's feet measured.  Before 
her was a large wooden stool with one sloped edge, also used when 
measuring one's feet.  She put one foot firmly onto the sloped edge 
with a loud click as her two inch heel hit the wood, looked both ways 
and then pulled her coat completely open for Kimberly's camera.  She 
continued to look left and right while stroking her pussy lips with two 
fingers.  When she saw the stockroom door open, she quickly pulled the 
coat together and stood up.

"I'm sorry hon," said the sales lady, "but we only carry that style in 
silver.  I can special order it for you if you like."

"No thank you.  Sorry to waste your time," said Kimberly, taking 
control and motioning Brenda out of the store.

As the women made their way through the mall looking for a good 
clothing boutique to use as their next stage, Kimberly spotted an empty 
area where the stores had been closed for renovation.  There was a 
large three-sided mall directory she could go behind for cover.  "Hey, 
here's an idea.  Go down that wing where you see all those stores 
closed up.  I want you to drop the coat behind the directory on the 
right side, then walk all the way to the left and back again.  And 
maybe stop to look into one of the closed shops for a few seconds 
before you turn to go back."

"Well there's no one down there. There's no risk," Brenda said.

"Right, but there are people down here who could be looking down that 
way and see you.  I'll be here filming you.  Somebody is sure to see me 
filming and wonder what's so interesting."

"Ah, I get you."  Brenda trotted off down the right side walkway while 
Kimberly went to stand out in the very middle of the main walkway of 
the mall.  She held her viewfinder to her eye and began filming at 
once.  She saw Brenda, completely covered, step behind the directory 
and seconds later show up at the other side in just her skimpies; the 
cupless platform bra, invisible-crotch panties, garter belt, black 
sheer stockings and two inch heeled red pumps.

Brenda sauntered the fifteen or so feet with her hands on her hips.  
She gazed around at the shut up stores and then stopped, right leg bent 
at the knee and foot raised so just the toe of her right shoe touched 
the tile floor.  She then turned away from Kimberly.  "She must be 
teasing me," the camera woman thought in mild anger.  After a few 
seconds of showing her back, Brenda turned again and continued walking 
to the left until she stood in front of what looked to have been a 
watch and jewelry store when it was still open for business.  Then she 
turned just her head to glance in Kimberly's direction.  Apparently 
seeing the coast was clear, she turned her whole body to face the 
camera, stretched her arms high over her head which had the effect of 
raising her succulent breasts, and yawned.  A moment later she turned 
and sauntered back to the directory where she spent some time getting 
her coat back on.  As she made her way back down the side hall toward 
Kimberly, Brenda took a few moments to spread her coat to reveal her 
body again.

Kimberly by now was growing jealous of Brenda's great body and her ease 
of showing off.  She needed to throw some unexpected events into the 
mix, she decided.

"Well, how did I do?" Brenda asked as she came to stand by Kimberly's 
side.

"Good.  You did good.  But you were right, not enough danger.  No one 
saw you.  Heck, almost no one even came by that whole time.  This 
mall's too empty I guess."

"I don't know, it seems to be filling up, just not down at this end."

"Ooh," Kimberly suddenly stated, ponderously.  "I think I see a really 
good place to go and play."  She took Brenda by the arm and lead her to 
a bed and mattress store down at the end of the mall.  There weren't a 
huge number of people there, but the possibilities were too good to 
pass up.

"Here's the plan," Kimberly said as they stood outside the door.  
"We'll go in together and look around for a bit.  Head off any 
salespeople; we're just browsing for now.  But find a bed that you like 
-- one you really like, and then..."

"Yes?!" Brenda asked after a moment of silence.

"Get naked and lie on the bed.  Maybe roll around a bit get a good feel 
for it."

"Won't we get thrown out of the mall?" Brenda asked, her brow furrowed.

"Well that's the risk, isn't it?  And maybe if the salesperson is a guy 
he won't mind.  Let's go!"  She again took Brenda by the arm and 
ushered her into the store.

END OF PART 7
You can read more of Sir Render's original adult stories at 
http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/

NOTE:  As of October 2006 I am working on new chapters to add to 
"What Some People Will Do".  I am looking for new ideas and 
directions for the story and have put a feedback form on my website 
if you would like to make suggestions.  Thank you!  Sir Render

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