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Subject: {ASSM} What Some People Will Do - Chapters 27-28 (exhib MF reluc) {Sir Render}
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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2006 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of November 
2006)

Part 8

Chapter 27

Brenda Young was led by the arm into a mattress and bedding store in 
the big city mall by her female second unit director and camera 
woman.  She wasn't too sure about this plan Kimberly  had concocted 
just seconds before and worried about the lack of planning; the lack 
of an escape route and the potential of getting mall security 
involved and getting a mark on her so far spotless criminal record.

But Kimberly seemed very certain this was the right path to take.  
And after all, the studio wanted her to do more daring and sexy 
things to spice up her show which had received good but less than 
stellar ratings during its debut the prior Wednesday.

"Can I help you find anything?" asked a cheerful and nattily dressed 
young man with a name tag hanging from the left breast pocket of his 
white collared shirt.

"Not just yet... Brad," Kimberly said, reading his name tag.  "We're 
just looking for now; not really sure what we want."  She wrapped her 
arms around Brenda's left elbow, leaned in close to her and grinned 
like a young girl who was very excited.

"Well just so you know, we're having a sale on water beds this week, 
and all down comforters are twenty percent off today and tomorrow 
only.  If you need me, just wave and I'll come help you out."

"Thanks," Brenda said flatly, not liking the way Kimberly was 
behaving.  When Brad had moved on to help another customer, she 
asked, "What was THAT about?"

"What was what about?"

"That cheesy smile and hanging onto me."

"Oh nothing.  Just making him think we're together, you know."

"But... we are together," Brenda replied.

"Yes, technically, but I wanted him to think we were TOGETHER," 
Kimberly said emphatically.

"Oh.  Oh!  Oh god, not like that.  What were you thinking?"

"Just playing with him is all.  It's no biggie.  It's not like either 
of us is going to see him again.  Go on and find a bed you really 
like and try it out.  And if possible, find a reason to get 
completely naked."

Brenda wandered slowly up the first aisle of beds.  Most of these 
were smallish beds, maybe full size and just one or two queens at the 
far end.  Some had four corner posts, other had ornate head and foot 
boards.  Brenda didn't really care for any of them.  What she wanted 
was a nice canopy bed from which she could hang a veil and make her 
bedroom more romantic.

As she made her way up the aisle, Brenda reached into her trench coat 
and unhooked her garter belt from her sheer black stockings.  Then 
she sat on the end of one bed, lifting one foot and crossing her 
legs.

"These shoes are killing me," she complained and pulled off one red 
pump.  Then she took hold of the top of the stocking on that leg and 
quickly pulled it down and off.  She put the shoe back on and crossed 
her legs the other way.  Once that shoe was off, she began on the 
other stocking and soon it joined its companion on the carpet.  She 
stood and tentatively slid her foot back into the shoe and began 
walking toward the back of the store, her stockings left lying on the 
floor behind her.

Finally at the back of the store, Brenda realized she was pretty well 
shielded from sight on all sides.  This corner of the store was a 
little alcove with three walls making a narrow space.  Beyond the 
next aisle was either an office or store room which stretched back 
toward the front doors about ten feet, which is where the store 
widened out to another two aisles of beds and futons.

Brenda turned and flashed Kimberly, who caught the whole thing on 
camera, then bent over to pull her panties down to her knees.  She 
turned and walked around the corner into the next aisle with them 
still around her knees.  Then she put her legs together to let the 
panties fall to the floor.  She knelt to pick them up and sneakily 
pushed them between the mattress and wooden platform of a captain's 
style bed with sunflowers painted on it -- obviously a child's bed, 
as she could not imagine wanting sunflowers painted on a bed at her 
age.

"Ooh, deliciously naughty," Kimberly said just above a whisper.  
Brenda flashed her a toothy grin with her eyes gleaming.

Brenda continued up the aisle toward the front of store, still not 
finding any beds she actually liked.  She watched for other patrons 
and the store staff and whenever she felt sure no one was looking she 
would turn to face Kimberly and pull her coat open to reveal herself 
now truly and completely bare between the waist and ankles.

She also took a few opportunities to sit on one bed or another, with 
legs crossed, and let the lower half of the coat fall open to expose 
her thighs, and she did this even when people were looking in her 
direction.  Since her pussy was concealed between her thighs, she 
felt she had nothing to lose.

But when they reached the back of the store on the last aisle, Brenda 
saw a bed which was perfect for her.  It was a king size bed by the 
looks of it, it had four ornately carved, dark wood corner posts and 
a full canopy with a concealed inner rail for hanging a bed curtain.  
Brenda squealed and clasped her hands together.

"This is perfect!" she called aloud to no one in particular.  Within 
seconds Brad the salesman was by her side.

"No no, I didn't mean--" she began to protest.

"Just so you know, we offer delivery within the valley and we'll even 
dispose of your old bed for only twenty dollars.  But I always 
suggest a customer try out a bed before buying it.  You have to make 
sure it feels right.  Looks can be deceiving.  You need to lie down 
on it and see how it fits the way you sleep."

"He's good," Kimberly commented.  "You're a good salesman," she said 
to him, concealing her camera at her side but trying to keep it 
pointed in Brenda's general direction.  "You must work on commission, 
huh?"

"Well yes we do," Brad conceded, "but don't let that fool you.  I 
won't sell any bed that doesn't fit the customer.  Now this is a 
particularly nice one, as you can see," he leaned in under the canopy 
and directed Brenda's attention upward, giving Kimberly the privacy 
she needed to point her camera right at Brenda as she let her coat 
fall open to one side, exposing an entire breast right up to but not 
including the nipple, "there's a hidden rail up there where you can 
hang a veil for privacy.  We do sell the veils, too.  We have light 
blue, white lace or light pink to fit your decor."

"Oh yes, I see that," Brenda stated.  "And it looks like there's a 
place for a reading light up there?"

Brenda and Brad got into a long discussion about the various selling 
points of the bed in question, leaving Kimberly with few 
opportunities to get good shots of her star showing off.  It was like 
Brenda had completely forgotten about her show.

"Baby," Kimberly said at last, "ask the man what a bed like this 
costs."

Brenda stared blankly at the woman for several seconds.  It was Brad, 
the ever smooth salesman, who spoke first.

"Well first we do accept all major credit cards, so no cash is no 
problem.  We also take checks but with a seven to ten day hold.  This 
is a great bed for the woman who wants to bring a new level of 
romance into her bedroom.  It's the best bed at any price for that 
sense of being a royal queen."

"How much?" Brenda asked breathlessly.  She was seriously interested 
to know, especially with her eighty thousand dollar contract and 
first pay day coming up.

"Fourteen ninety-nine plus mattress and box spring."

"Ooh!" Kimberly said, sounding like she'd been hit in the side by a 
softball.

"And how much for those?" Brenda pushed.

"Well again, if you like the feel of the ones we have here -- these 
are the preferred set for this bed; most people find them very 
comfortable -- the whole thing would run Nineteen forty-nine.  Plus 
tax and shipping, of course.  But we deliver anywhere in the valley 
for just forty dollars and we'll even set it up and remove your old 
bed for just twenty more."

"Can I think about this for a bit?" Brenda asked, biting her lower 
lip.

"Absolutely.  But I can say for sure that you won't be disappointed 
with this bed.  I have one by the same maker, not a canopy but 
otherwise virtually identical, and I've slept better in my life.  
I'll be here in the office.  If you need me, just call.  My name is 
Brad and it's been a real pleasure helping you to find the bed of 
your dreams."  He shook both womens' hand and back off into the small 
office at the back.

"I think I want this," Brenda said quietly.  "I really want this.  It 
would go perfect in our room."

"Aren't you going to try it out first?" Kimberly suggested, motioning 
with her one free hand for Brenda to lie back and bare it all.

"Oh.  Oh right, right.  But I... don't want to ruin this.  I think I 
might really want this bed."

"Well, the man said to try it out.  And no one's looking right now.  
Do it quick and get it over with before he comes back looking to 
close the sale and finds out you don't have any money OR a credit 
card on you."

Brenda's upbeat smile crashed as she realized Kimberly was right.  No 
matter how much she wanted that bed, she didn't have any way to pay 
for it.  And she hadn't collected her first paycheck yet so she 
wouldn't qualify for store credit on a zero dollar income history.

She wriggled out of the trench coat and kicked off her pumps onto the 
carpet below.  Now wearing nothing at all but the shelf bra, Brenda 
lay back on the bed.  It was huge around her small frame.  She 
thought she could get lost in it.

"This really feels good," she commented.  She rolled onto her stomach 
and propped herself up by the elbows.  Kimberly walked around to the 
side of the bed to get a clear shot of Brenda's heavy breasts hanging 
down to the bare mattress.  Despite being propped up several inches, 
her tits were so full and heavy that they squished outward slightly 
on contact with the firm fabric.  She dreamily kicked up her legs and 
rocked side to side humming some nameless tune.  Then she rolled back 
over, fully exposing her breasts to the camera, and drew one arm up 
behind her head.

"Oh Christ!" she exclaimed as she saw Brad stepping out of the office 
just a few feet to her right.

"What the--?  I'm sorry ladies, but there is absolutely no 
undressing... or videotaping... on these premises.  I thought you 
were serious about this bed.  I see I was wrong.  I'm going to have 
to ask you to leave before I call security."

Brenda was already scrambling to get to her feet but crouch low to 
avoid being seen.  She pulled the black trench coat over her back and 
tried three times to get her arms in through the sleeves.

Kimberly was just laughing and continuing to film the star's 
misfortune.

"Please, stop filming right now or I will have security take that 
camera from you," Brad warned.  "If you're out of this store in six 
seconds I won't call them.  Otherwise you leave me no choice."

Brenda grabbed up her red pumps and hurried out of the store, 
clutching them tight against her chest with both edges of the trench 
coat clutched with them  in both hands.

Kimberly skipped along merrily behind her.  And they were out in just 
under six seconds.


Chapter 28

On the walk back to her car, Kimberly thought Brenda seemed a little 
out of sorts.  The delight she had been taking in her public nudity 
earlier was pretty much gone.

"That all wasn't just an act for the show, was it?  You really did 
want that bed."

"Yes.  It's every little girl's fantasy to grow up and be a beautiful 
princess with all the finest things and a bed fit for a queen.  I was 
no different.  I still want those things."

"Well you know, this isn't the only place on Earth that sells beds.  
I'm sure you can find exactly the same one somewhere else.  And maybe 
for cheaper."

"I guess so."

They passed Roger leaning against a fender of his car, the trunk 
open, and he was fidgeting with some equipment.  "Afternoon ladies.  
Been having fun?"

Kimberly made sure she was out of Brenda's line of sight and raised 
her index finger to her lips to tell Roger to stop talking.  "You go 
on back to the studio, Roger.  We'll catch up with you there.  
Hopefully we can get a few clips from today worked into this week's 
episode to appease the boss man."

"Right-o," the bald man replied.  He laid his gear carefully in the 
trunk and slammed it shut as Brenda and Kimberly continued on back to 
Brenda's car a few aisles away.

There were more cars in the lot now than there had been when they'd 
arrived.  They had parked in a fairly empty area but now there were 
parked cars in front and beside Brenda's, as well as in all the 
spaces across the aisle behind them.

"Did I give you my key?" Brenda suddenly asked.

"No.  Is it in your pocket?"

Brenda reached into both waist pockets of her black trench coat.  She 
then began to pat herself down looking for any other pockets she 
might have slipped her keys into.

"Wait.  I see them," Kimberly announced.  She pointed in through the 
driver's side window to the keys dangling in the ignition.

"Oh crap!" Brenda shouted.  "All the doors are locked."

"I left my window cracked down," Kimberly said helpfully.  "But I 
don't have anything like a coat hanger to try to lift the lock."

"Can you call someone?  Call my husband or a tow truck?  A 
locksmith?"

Kimberly shook her head.  "Afraid not, hon.  I don't have a cell 
phone on me.  But Roger does!"  Turning back the way they'd come, 
they were both disappointed to see Roger had already driven away as 
directed.

"Well," Kimberly said with a long, slow exhale, "I guess you stay 
here and I'll go use a pay phone.  If the tow truck comes before I 
get back, you'll be here to help him find the car."

Brenda nodded, leaned her back against her car door and crossed her 
arms across her abdomen.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Kimberly taunted as she walked 
back toward the mall all the way across the parking lot.

For many minutes Brenda waited alone.  The occasional passing car, 
person or group of people getting into or out of a car raised her 
hopes that the tow truck might have arrived, but every time she was 
disappointed.  She hadn't a watch on so knew not how long she'd been 
standing there.  It seemed like quite a while.

"Excuse me miss," a man's voice called from across the aisle.  Brenda 
looked up to see a handsome man about her own age, well built and 
tanned with a crew cut.  He wore black boots and slacks with a belt 
and a tight army green tank top which really showed off his physique; 
firm, solid belly, slightly bulging pecs and well defined biceps.  
"Do you need some help?  I noticed you've been standing here for a 
while."

"Bravo Kimberly!" Brenda thought, suddenly cheering up.  "You found 
one hell of a looker to come to my rescue."  She glanced around to 
see if Kimberly was nearby with her digital camcorder in hand.  She 
couldn't see her but there were a lot of cars; she might be crouching 
down behind any one of them.

"Why yes mister, I do need help," Brenda said in her best innocent 
southern belle accent.  Her arms uncrossed from her belly and took 
hold of the edges of her trench coat, preparing to pull it open at a 
moment's notice.  "I've been waiting for what seems like hours for a 
locksmith.  You see," she said, turning more toward her car, "little 
ol' me locked my keys in the car."

The man put his face near the window, bridging the gap between his 
forehead and the window with both hands.  "Yes, I see them.  You 
don't have any spare keys or any way to call for help?"

"My girlfriend went to use a pay phone but she hasn't come back yet."

"I see."

"And as you can see," Brenda said, slowly pulling her coat apart 
enough to show everything from her bare pussy to the deep valley of 
her cleavage and a good amount of naked breast flesh on both sides, 
"I don't have anything at all to use to open the door.  I'd be 
honored if you can help me out."

The man stood, a full head above Brenda, and looked her up and down.  
"Yeah, I see that you've got nothing."  Then he looked around the 
lot.  Brenda wondered if he was also looking for Kimberly with the 
camera or just checking to be sure no one else was watching.  "I 
might be able to help," he said at last.

"I'd be ever so grateful if you would," Brenda said, batting her 
eyelashes.  She pulled the coat open a little bit more, exposing the 
dark pink of her areolae and a healthy view of her inner thighs.  "I 
don't have any money to repay you, but if you like you can... you can 
feel me up."

The guy looked away quickly and darted his gaze to several locations 
around the lot.  Brenda looked also but could not see Kimberly 
anywhere.  She knew she must be out there, though.  This was all just 
too good to be coincidence.

"Yeah alright," the guy said.  Brenda stepped close to him, took one 
of his hands in hers and guided it under the fabric of her coat.  He 
squeezed gently on her left breast.  Brenda moaned softly.  Seeing 
that she was not running away or even trying to stop him, he reached 
up with both hands and gently pulled her coat wide.  For a moment he 
stood just eying her up and down.  He licked his lips, then looked 
back over his right shoulder.  A moment later he was looking her deep 
in the eyes and cupping both of her pert breasts while rubbing his 
thumbs around her nipples.

Brenda went all in.  She tipped her head back and leaned in close to 
kiss the stranger fully on the lips, letting her hands roam over his 
chiseled chest and strong arms.  The man kissed back, hard at first, 
then more gently.  When he felt Brenda's tongue tickling around his 
lips, he opened his mouth, turned his head slightly to the right and 
locked lips with her.  Their tongues danced and swirled together for 
several seconds, during which time Brenda lowered her hands to the 
waist of his pants.  She clumsily unbuckled his belt while his hands 
continued to caress, lift and gently squeeze her breasts.  Once she 
got his fly unbuttoned, Brenda's hands sank palm forward down into 
his boxer shorts.  Just as her own husband often did with her, Brenda 
lightly scratched and tickled the man's pubic area.  This caused his 
penis to rise quickly and she took hold of it with one hand and 
slowly began to stroke it above his shorts.

"I don't even know your name," the man breathed heavily.

"It doesn't matter.  I"m just a damsel in distress and I need you... 
to help me unlock my car."

"I will," he said, "but only if you promise to give me a blow job as 
thanks."

Brenda moaned partly at the thought of taking her lewd behavior to 
the next level and partly from the continuing manipulation of her 
sensitive nipples.  Partly still by the throbbing warmth of this 
strange man's cock in her hands.  "You have a deal.  But first the 
door."  Brenda, practiced in the art of teasing with her husband, 
suddenly stepped back and way from him and pulled the edges of her 
coat together to hide her treasures.

The man walked around the car and noticed the front passenger window 
cracked down.  He fished a long silver chain from out of his tank top 
and removed it over his head.  "This should just about reach," he 
said, "but I'm not sure if it will be able to catch under the latch."

"It better," Brenda said, "or you've had your last feel."  Her voice 
cracked slightly -- she hoped he hadn't noticed.  She was hoping and 
praying that he was honorable enough not to rape her to get what she 
had just been teasing him with.

For several minutes the man tried to keep a good hold on his necklace 
but also get it low enough to hook it under the latch of the door.  
Brenda watched him through the driver's side door, calling out 
encouragements every time he got it close.

After three or four close but failed attempts, Brenda pulled her coat 
wide and said, "just think of this and my hot, wet mouth sliding up 
and down your hard cock."

The man worked with more determination and within seconds the sound 
of the door being unlocked was heard.

Brenda skipped happily around the front of the car to stand beside 
him as he replaced his chain around his neck.  "Oh thank you, thank 
you!" she cheered.  She hugged him tight, then turned to open the 
door.  "Just let me get my keys out and I'll give you what I 
promised."

As Brenda leaned across the seat to retrieve her keys, she wiggled 
her ass enticingly for the man's appreciation.  A moment later she 
felt the back of her trench coat suddenly flip up and onto her back.  
She looked down between her hanging tits and had a clear view of the 
man quickly unzipping his fly and whipping out his stiff cock.

"Oh god!" she gasped as he took hold of her hips and drove himself 
into her womanhood.  "No no no!  I said a blow job!  Oh god!"

Being most of the way inside the car, with little headroom and not 
much room on either side to move about, Brenda was fairly powerless 
to stop him.  She hadn't had intercourse with any man other than her 
husband since they'd gotten married.  On the other hand, she had some 
slight safety because she was on the pill so he couldn't get her 
pregnant.

And there was the fact that Kimberly was surely nearby getting a 
great outside view of the whole thing which would surely make the 
ratings for her show spike.  She might even get a bonus for the 
extramarital hardcore sex.

And it felt so good, even if it was wrong.  It was wrong, wasn't it?  
The incredible sensation of his pulsing dick sliding easily in and 
out of her now well lubricated pussy gave her the feeling that it 
wasn't such a bad thing.  Her mind kept telling her no but her body 
was clearly telling her yes, yes, yes, oh God in Heaven yes!

"I don't want to knock you up," she heard the man say.  A moment 
later the warmth of his cock was removed from her pussy and a new 
warmth -- wet and sticky -- made itself known across her ass cheeks 
and the backs of her thighs.

As the man put his cock back in his shorts and zipped up, Brenda 
finally had room to back out of her car and face him.  She wiped the 
cum from her rear end and looked at him in mild shock.

"I was going to give you the best damned blow job you've ever had," 
she complained.

"You still can," he said.  "If you want to come back to my place we 
can do all kinds of nasty things together."

Brenda shook her head.  "No.  This is where I get off.  Erm, that's 
not what I meant!"

"Okay then," he said with a shrug of his broad, manly shoulders.  
"It's been nice knowing you.  I hope your friend shows up soon."

"As do I," Brenda mused.  "I wonder how much of a bonus I can work 
out for this."

It was probably two or three minutes before Kimberly showed up.  She 
was walking at a normal pace -- not too fast but not slow -- and 
seemed to have not a care in the world, Brenda thought.  "I've called 
a lock smith to meet us here.  He should be here any -- wait, how did 
you get the door open?"

"As if you don't know," Brenda said with a wide, toothy grin.  "I 
hope you got a lot of good shots.  We can do a whole episode with 
that."

Kimberly shook her head.  "A whole episode with what?  The mattress 
store?  I think we can get maybe a good six to ten minute segment 
from that, but surely not a whole show."

"Are you telling me you missed that whole thing?  You missed what 
just happened?"

"I wasn't here.  What did just happen?"

"That guy that helped me unlock the car.  The one who just... oh my 
god, you really don't know?!"

"I saw a guy leaving this area.  Tall?  Well built?"

"Yeah, that was him."

"So what happened with him?"

"Oh my god!  Never mind!"  Brenda began to chew her finger nails.

END OF PART 8
You can read more of Sir Render's original adult stories at 
http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/

NOTE:  As of November 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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