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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2006 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of January
2007)

Part 16

Chapter 47

Brenda had spent the weekend at the studio with Thomas, Ivan and 
Rajiv.  They were the only people there as the stream to the local 
cable carrier was all automated by computer.  Thomas had wanted to 
shoot some commercial bumpers and promo spots for the show.  With no 
idea which bits and scenes would be used, Brenda spent hours in 
various costumes and naked, posing for photos, prancing around, 
uncrossing and crossing her legs to show off her panties or lack 
thereof depending on the outfit, bending over and running her hands 
up over her bare ass or over her breasts, sucking on her fingers, 
standing, sitting, lounging, lying down and walking.  That was on 
Saturday.

Sunday before lunch saw her shooting some talking bits, saying the 
name of the show, inviting viewers to watch her do naughty things in 
private and in public and saying things like, "These sponsors help 
keep me in your bedroom."  After lunch they filmed her lying in a 
generic bed or over the hood of the half car in front of a green 
screen, playing with herself, licking her fingers, rubbing oil on her 
tits and spanking her own ass.  They also went outside to film some 
scripted outdoor scenes as a teaser for the real exhibitionism she 
had been doing for the episodes.  Brenda strutted her stuff in the 
studio parking lot, out back by the dumpster, walking through shrubs 
between the studio's property and the next one over, getting in and 
out of her car topless, bottomless and fully nude.  The hours were 
long and the takes were often repeated with different camera angles 
and lighting conditions.  For the first time Brenda felt like an 
actress rather than a willing slut and she had no problems getting to 
sleep those nights after wearing herself out at the studio.

On Monday morning Thomas Hardcastle addressed the assembled crews of 
the Channel 69 Studios.  "Tomorrow we're making a company outing to a 
local water park.  It will be a bit of a play day but also some work 
filming scenes for a future episode of 'What Some People Will Do'.  
Brenda, we'll want you and Wynona to work some of your magic and lose 
your clothing a few times.  We'll arrange some things for you to do 
but try to get naked as often as possible while making it look 
legit."

"Tomorrow?  That's kind of short notice," Brenda remarked.

"Is tomorrow not good?  We can do it Wednesday if you like."

"No, tomorrow's okay with me, I just won't have time to plan 
anything."

Thomas replied, "That's okay, we're looking for spontaneity to make 
it more believable.  We've also rented out a new fitness spa for next 
Tuesday night.  Brenda, this is going to be a night for your fans.  
We're charging twenty-five dollars a head, and I mean that literally, 
for them to come and watch you work out nude and semi-nude.  We 
wanted to work more elements of your life into the show, and I know 
you go to the gym at least once a week."

"Who gets the money?" asked Ivan Stanley, the unit cameraman.  "And 
at only twenty-five bucks we should expect a huge mob.  Who's taking 
care of security?"

"Well," Thomas laughed, "first off I said twenty-five bucks a head, 
meaning guys pay fifty and ladies pay twenty-five."  He waited with 
an expectant look on his face for someone to get his joke.  Finally 
Brenda groaned and rolled her eyes.  "Two heads," Thomas said, 
pointing toward his face with one hand and his crotch with the other.  
"Anyway, we're giving the gym half of the money for the generous 
exclusive use of their equipment for three hours and we're only 
selling a hundred tickets.  The rest goes to the studio."

"I usually only put in about an hour and-a-half at the gym," Brenda 
said.  "What should I do for three hours?"

"Some of that time will be filled up with setup for different bits 
we'll be filming, maybe a little mingling with your fans, signing 
autographs, that sort of thing.  And we'd like to know just how far 
you are really willing to go that night in front of your fans, 
because we'd like to offer some prizes; like say the grand prize 
winner gets fifteen minutes with you in the sauna, runner up gets a 
hand job.  You know, that kind of fan appreciation.  Come up with a 
first, second and third place prizes you'd be comfortable giving and 
remember these are your loyal fans whose support keeps the show on 
the air."

"I'll see what I can come up with," Brenda remarked, biting her lower 
lip.

Thomas paused a few seconds, looked around then added, "Also, it's 
time again to spin the Wheel 'o Cum and draw a dare from the bin.  
You also have to finish up your punishment from last week's shoot.  
We'll do that on Thursday afternoon if you don't have other plans for 
that day."  Brenda shook her head.  "Alright, well if someone would 
set up some lights and get a camera rolling we can do the drawings.  
Brenda, why don't you go and change into a costume just to make 
things a bit more interesting?"

Rajiv went to setup some lamps while Ivan and Roger both tended to 
their cameras.  Brenda went to the wardrobe department, in other 
words the three racks of costumes and clothing near the stage door in 
the same room everyone was in, to get undressed and then choose 
something different to wear.

Brenda got undressed down to her white cotton panties and simple bra, 
then began to flip through the various articles of clothing.  There 
were dresses in various colors and shapes, the French maid outfit 
she'd worn at Ryan's house the previous week, some t-shirts, shorts, 
skirts and blouses, various pieces of revealing lingerie and swim 
wear and on the last rack some rather unusual outfits.  They were 
more like costumes for Halloween or silly skits which might be filmed 
in the studio.  Among them were a shiny silver sort of space suit, 
another of similar design but with large areas cut out to reveal a 
good deal of skin, a cat suit complete with attached tail and one 
that caught Brenda's eye -- a pink bunny costume.  It was little more 
than a light pink corset teddy with darker pink bra cups and thong 
style bottom with a big, white, fluffy cotton tail at the very top of 
the g-string.

Brenda looked for any tags to indicate a size but found nothing.  It 
looked to be about right for her but there was only one way to find 
out.

She stripped out of her bra first and laid it over the rack of 
clothes, then bent at the waist and pulled her panties to the floor.  
Standing, she worked the bunny suit off its hanger and bent to step 
into it.  It slid easily up her slender, athletic-tone legs and she 
had no trouble at all getting it up over her belly, but when she 
tried to work her ample breasts into the cups at the top she ran into 
trouble.  It was clearly meant for someone less busty.

Brenda was able to squish and squeeze her tits into the cups but the 
amount of breast flesh spilling over the top was more obscene than 
what had done in the French maid costume.  Worse still her dark pink 
areolae from just above her nipples were peaking out over the tops.

Still, this was a show about nudity and near nudity and she liked the 
outfit, so she strode confidently into the middle of the sound stage 
and prepared to spin the wheel and draw a slip of paper out of the 
cage.

"Places everybody," Thomas called, bringing the group to attention.  
He directed Brenda to step in front of the camera and shake her 
cotton tail for the audience.  She was only too happy to oblige, 
facing away from the main, stationary camera and placing her hands on 
her knees as she bent forward and wiggled her rump.  Roger was 
walking around from her side to her front with a camcorder and when 
he was standing directly before her Brenda flashed him a smile, 
reached up with both hands and lightly rubbed upward over the swell 
of her tightly constrained breasts, moving her fingertips into her 
cleavage to demonstrate how deep and wide was that chasm.

Thomas wheeled over the table with the wireframe drum.  "And now, 
Brenda Young, please choose at random one of these suggestions from 
our viewing audience.  You must perform this dare on camera at some 
point this week."  He turned the crank to roll the folded papers over 
a few times to further randomize the suggestions, then unhinged and 
opened the door to the cage.

Brenda looked away while she reached in and fished into the middle of 
the pack.  Her fingers latched onto two slips of paper and she pulled 
out, then arbitrarily let one of the slips fall back into the cage.  
Bringing her selection to her face, she unfolded the paper and read 
aloud, "Give a hand job to a member of the film crew.  Okay, who put 
this in here?"  She held the paper out with one hand and put the 
other hand on her hip.

Thomas replied, "All of these suggestions are provided by our viewers 
at home."

"Uh huh," Brenda replied with her tongue pushed into the inside of 
her cheek.  "Okay, well let's spin the wheel."

"The Wheel o' Cum," Thomas announced, facing the stationary camera.  
"If we were a big budget production we'd have a drum roll."

As if on cue, Roger, Ivan and Kimberly all began to stomp their feet 
to imitate a drum roll while Brenda stepped up to the Wheel o' Cum 
and gave it a good spin.

The wheel went round and round for about thirty seconds before 
slowing to the point where Brenda became anxious about where it would 
stop.  It came dangerously close to landing on Drink Cum From Another 
Woman's Pussy, something which she had kind of agreed in her contract 
to do but was not yet ready to move up to.  But it ticked on space 
more and landed instead on Use Cum as Hand Lotion.

"Well," she announced, "I can work both of these into one deliciously 
hot scene."  She glanced around at the crew; Rajiv the smiling 
lighting man, Ivan the often grumpy but quite friendly once you got 
to know him cameraman, Kimberly -- well she was right out for this 
one anyway.  Then there was Roger, the short, balding second unit 
cameraman.  Finally there was Thomas, the only one of the bunch who 
had the look for an on-air personality.  Brenda thought he was more 
handsome than her husband Jim and equally as supportive, but she had 
never seen him even partly naked and had never given any thought to 
how he might be in the sack.

Brenda raised her right index finger and motioned for Thomas to 
approach.  He laughed once before realizing that Brenda was serious.  
He coughed into his fist and looked away, then back at her but not 
directly into her eyes.  Brenda beckoned him forward again and gave 
him a wicked grin.

Professional that he was, Thomas Hardcastle stood tall and proud and 
strode into the limelight to stand before his starlet.  Brenda stood 
on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek before running both 
hands down his broad chest and over his toned abdomen.  When she 
reached his leather belt, she worked for a moment to loosen the 
buckle and then tried to figure out just how to get his trousers 
open.  A little feeling around with her fingertips revealed a metal 
hook inside the waistband, similar to but larger than those often 
found on bra straps.  A few moments later his pants were down around 
his knees.  Brenda paused and looked him in the eyes, but he looked 
away.  She saw his face was turning bright red.

Brenda knelt before him and used the tips her thumb and index finger 
on her right hand to very lightly trace the outline of Thomas' stiff 
prick through his light gray cotton briefs.  When she reached the 
base of his cock and felt the hard balls of his testes, she used her 
fingernails to lightly scratch his scrotum through the briefs.  This 
has the immediate effect of making his prick twitch and his body 
briefly convulse.

Brenda used both hands to take hold of his waistband and pull his 
underwear halfway down his hairy thighs.  Thomas has a very thick 
patch of light brown pubic hair covering his crotch and inner thighs 
with a magnificent, if somewhat average-sized, penis jutting out from 
the bush.

She stood and wrapped one hand, thumb and forefinger closest to the 
base, around his cock.  She began her hand job by clenching and then 
relaxing her fist, just putting momentary pressure on him every few 
seconds.  She slid her free hand up over his cheek and turned his 
face toward hers.  Then she began to slowly stroke her producer's 
prick while the cameras zoomed in from various angles.

"I guess most girls get the part by doing this," she said.  "I'm 
doing it because I got the part.  What a career I have."  She 
laughed.

Brenda continued to pull on Thomas' cock until she was satisfied it 
was as rock hard as it was going to be.  She then knelt in front of 
him and switched hands, holding onto his bare ass with her right hand 
and stroking the length of his cock with her left.

A couple of minutes passed as Brenda worked him over, bringing him 
closer and closer to orgasm and then letting up.  The way that he 
sucked in his breath told her she was having the desired effect of 
orgasm denial and making him want it that much more.

"You're such a cock tease," Kimberly called from out of the lighted 
area.  Brenda had to admit that she loved the feel of the man's prick 
pulsing in her palm.  The incredible warmth it gave off could heat a 
small house in winter.  And she was teasing his cock.  Normally she 
would have been greatly offended by Kimberly's remark but at that 
time and place she accepted it as a simple statement of fact.

She angled Thomas' penis upward and moved her face in to give it a 
few lick on the underside toward its base.  It twitched hard, almost 
jumping out of her hand.  She licked a long line up the underside of 
his penis to the head which she took just in between her pursed lips.  
She kissed his cock head and began to pump along its length now for 
all she was worth.  She redistributed her weight on her bent knees 
and turned sideways, holding one hand out in front of his cock as she 
continued to stroke him off.

"Oh god, I've had it," Thomas announced after another miute.  He 
grunted and every muscle in his body tightened then released.  
Brenda's open palm was soon coated with his hot semen.  He came four 
times and the stuff was beginning to run out between her fingers.  A 
few smaller spurts dribbled out from the tip of his penis and she 
tried to catch them in the center of her palm with her other hand 
held out below to catch the spillover.

Brenda licked his spent cock head and then stood facing the 
stationary camera.  She brought both hands together in a cup and 
showed the white goo to everyone before folding her hands over and 
rubbing it into her skin.  She worked it into both palms and in 
between all her fingers.  She rubbed what was left over the backs of 
her hands.

Turning to thank Thomas for being such a sport, Brenda found that he 
was gone.



Chapter 48

The end of summer had come and gone and though the calendar said it 
was autumn and nights were startling to get chilly it was still sunny 
and warm enough during the daytime for the major tourist attractions 
to still be on their summer schedules.  That would soon change, 
though, since schools were all back in session and winter was 
approaching.  It was the perfect time for the 'What Some People Will 
Do' crew to take a trip to the nearest water park which would soon be 
closing down for six months.  There would be people there but not 
nearly as many as during the summer peak and they would be able to 
take some risks they wouldn't try when the park was crowded.  The 
smaller crowds also meant there would be less security and fewer 
lifeguards watching over them.

The whole crew arrived at the water park in four vehicles.  Brenda 
rode with Wynona and they chatted about their lives, friends and 
family and just a little bit about their work.  Thomas and Kimberly 
rode in the Channel 69 news van with Ivan at the wheel and planned 
out the day's events.  Roger and Rajiv drove themselves individually.  
They parked as close as they could in the lot so they could gather 
and prepare.  Brenda and Wynona were of course asked to strip naked 
in the parking lot between Wynona's car and the news van, then put on 
bikinis given to them by the crew.  No cover was offered while the 
women got undressed.

Wynona's bikini top was very little more than two wide yellow ovals 
connected by thin strips of fabric around her torso; it left a lot of 
breast exposed both above and below her nipples and accentuated the 
little cleft between her her medium sized breasts and chest wall.  
For bottoms she had a straight-across-the-top kind of string bikini 
piece consisting essentially of one strip of yellow fabric two inches 
wide connected at each end to the black string around her hips.

Brenda's swim suit was a bit more basic, with a traditional thin-
straps-over-the-shoulder top whose bra cups were cut down at an angle 
inward to show off her already magnificent cleavage.  The top was 
black with a green and blue floral pattern which was mirrored in her 
simple bottoms.

"Now remember," Thomas said as the ladies adjusted themselves in the 
rather skimpy bathing suits, "these are made with water soluble 
threat and will only survive one use, then you'll have to make your 
way back to the locker for a change of clothes."

"Running through the park completely naked, of course," Wynona said 
with a slight frown.  "If they don't throw us out before we get to 
the locker it's a great idea."

"Just play it off as an accident," Thomas said.  "Act as surprised as 
you really would be if your bikini suddenly came off going down a 
water slide.  Be embarrassed.  Try to cover yourself and act like you 
had no idea that would happen.  Then hurry along, not too fast but 
not too slow, to the locker to get a change of clothes.  If anyone 
asks, it was a complete accident."

Ivan said, "Kimberly, Roger and I will be positioned around the park 
filming a documentary about the history of North American water 
parks.  Be sure you happen to run by us and give your viewers a 
peek."

"And what do we do after we change clothes?" Brenda asked.

Thomas replied, "Your instructions will be in the locker.  Oh that 
reminds me, I'll be holding onto the locker key so you'll have to get 
it from me before you go.  I'll try to never be too far away from you 
-- for safety reasons.  I am your body guard today.  The choice of 
which slide to go on first is up to you, but the wetter the better to 
get rid of those cheap bikinis right away.  The rest of your outfits 
for the day will be normal, non-rigged swim wear."

Brenda and Wynona exchanged a look.  "I guess the speed slide," 
Wynona said.  "It's fast and you come into the pool at the bottom at 
about mach five.  That should be good enough to tear these things 
right off."

"Sounds good.  Let's go in," Thomas said.

Thomas led the way in and paid the way for Brenda and Wynona who 
clearly  had no place to keep money on them.  The rest of the crew 
stayed behind to gather up all their gear for their big documentary 
shoot and wandered in later.  While Thomas and the ladies picked up a 
locker to hold their backpack full of clothes, sunglasses and sun 
blocker, the film crew were held up at the front gate due to the 
park's policy of no video equipment on the premises.

"But we called ahead and arranged this with park management," 
complained Kimberly in her role as unit director.  "We were told it 
was okay because it's your off season and not many guests would be 
here."

"I don't know," the man at the ticket booth stalled.

"Oh come on.  It isn't like we're filming secretly with tiny 
camcorders.  These cameras are on tripods and they're as big as a 
person's head.  We'll be out in the open where everyone can see us.  
Your management already approved this."

"Yeah but I'm not allowed to let anyone in with video equipment," 
replied the man behind the window.

Ivan drew his wallet from his back pocket, flipped it open and pulled 
out a twenty dollar bill.  Sliding it through the half circle opening 
in the window he said, "It says here that a Mr. Jackson gave us 
authorization to film our documentary here."

"You're right.  It does.  Sorry about that.  Go right in."

Once they were inside the park and out of earshot of anyone at the 
gate, Ivan chuckled, "The irony is that I think the guy we arranged 
this through WAS named Jackson.  I'm going to be expecting my twenty 
refunded by the studio."

The crew walked through a covered area with food stands and a video 
game arcade out onto a kind of veranda looking down onto the water 
park built into an old lake bed below.  They descended a set of wide, 
rough concrete steps to the hub of the original portion of the 
expansive park.  In front of them lay a sandy beach and the tide pool 
attraction where wave machines created a rhythmic tide.  To the left 
stood a couple of the original slide flumes and to the right was the 
locker area and a long, winding cement path to the newer attractions 
hidden amongst trees and hills.  The concrete common area where they 
now stood was dotted with shower heads on tall poles.

"They were heading to the speed slide first," Kimberly said.  "So 
let's set up between there and the lockers over there.  I'll go find 
a spot to shoot them coming down the slide.  One of you go that way 
and the other maybe get some footage around the beach and wave pool, 
but keep your eyes open for Brenda and Wynona when they come by.  Be 
sure to just happen to get a lot of film on them."

Kimberly was the only camera person with a smallish camcorder not on 
a tripod.  She would be the one pretending to do interviews and 
motion shots while her coworkers took the more general atmosphere 
shots of people walking and enjoying the sun.

As they had agreed, Thomas came down the speed slide ahead of the 
ladies to let Kimberly know when to be aiming her camera right at the 
mouths of the side-by-side speed slides.

For those who may not know, the speed slides at most water parks are 
very high and very steep, with just a couple of bits where they go 
horizontal to slow your descent so you don't kill yourself hitting 
the pool below.  People go down both slides at the same time as a 
kind of race and as soon as the pool is cleared the next two are sent 
down.

Kimberly didn't recognized Thomas in just a pair of swim trunks.  By 
the time he got out of the pool and came to meet her he was soaking 
wet with his hair slicked back.

"Excuse me sir," Kimberly shouted, "I'm doing a documentary.  Can I 
ask you a few questions?"

"Sure, why not," Thomas responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Could you just... stand right there.  That's it."  Kimberly went 
through the motions of explaining how she was filming a documentary 
about the history of water parks and asking this supposed stranger if 
it was alright to use his face and voice on film.  All the while she 
was actually aiming her camcorder a little bit around him to get view 
of the last drop of the slides.  They carried on a meaningless banter 
until Kimberly shouted, "My god, is that woman topless?"

The few eyes nearby (the park was underpopulated even for this time 
of year but there were nonetheless a few people making their way 
along the path by the speed slides) turned to watch and Kimberly 
zoomed in on the scene as Wynona shot feet first into the pool, her 
top following along a second later.  Then Brenda splashed down a 
couple of feet to the right (well, Kimberly's right as she faced 
them)

Wynona stood up and pretended not to know her top had come off.  She 
ran her hands through her dyed purple hair to wring out some water 
and twirled it into a pony tail which she hung over her shoulder as 
she waded to the steps up to the walkway.  It was then she looked 
down and saw her bare breasts.

"Oh my god!" she shrieked and stood for a few seconds in shock with 
her arms bent outward.

"Aiyee!" Brenda shouted from the pool as she discovered her bikini 
bottoms had come completely off and her top was hanging by one side, 
leaving only one of her breasts covered.

Wynona wrapped her arms over her chest and clamped her arms down over 
her fingers in her armpits to keep them there.  She turned to face 
Brenda who was sloshing about in the pool trying to retrieve her lost 
bottoms, then she waded to the steps and up onto the walkway beside 
her friend.

Wynona wailed, "You too?  I lost my top!"

"I told you these slides looked too fast!" Brenda shouted excitedly 
as she held up her bottoms with the strings which would normally wrap 
around her waist completely gone.

"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!" Wynona shrieked, bringing more attention 
to their predicament.  "What are we going to do?"

Brenda had one hand clamped down over her exposed pussy and the other 
pointlessly trying to cover her bare ass in back, which left one of 
her firm breasts, its nipple stiff from the cold water and light 
breeze blowing over it, completely exposed.  She danced around, 
switching hands between the three places of exposure and trying to 
find a way to cover all three with just two hands.  "Back to the 
locker," she suddenly said.  "I brought a change of clothes.  It's in 
the locker."

"But where's the key?"

"I have it," Thomas said.  "Here."

He held the key out to Wynona but she would not release her grip 
around her chest.  Brenda took the key and the women scurried off 
trying to keep from exposing too much -- or at least pretending to be 
trying to keep from exposing too much.

"Sorry, I need to go with them," Thomas said to Kimberly.  "It was 
nice talking with you.  Hope your documentary comes out well."  He 
turned and strolled casually behind his stars.  Brenda was forced to 
shuffle along in order to keep her thighs clamped together to cover 
her womanhood as much as possible and Wynona -- God bless Wynona -- 
kept jogging out ahead and stopping to call back to her friend to 
hurry up.  Thomas could see that Wynona's rigged bikini bottoms were 
also losing their stitching and coming apart.  They were maybe two-
thirds of the way back to the locker when they finally gave out and 
fell in a tattered heap between her feet.  She did not notice and 
continued on with her arms tightly crossed over her chest.  Brenda's 
top, the only scrap of clothing left between the two of them, 
miraculously held on for the whole trip.

Thomas let his pace slow so the girls would get out a bit ahead and 
be on display all by themselves with nowhere to turn and no one to 
hide behind.  He looked off to his left and was glad to see that 
Roger had been filming as they passed.  He was even happier to see 
that Roger was by no means the only person on the beach paying 
attention to the two embarrassed naked females.

"You've lost your bottom!" Brenda shouted unnecessarily loud.

Wynona turned to face her, looked down and shrieked.  She at last let 
one of her arms fall from her chest, exposing a good amount of one 
breast but not the nipple while she covered her bald pussy.  Brenda 
had stopped alternating between covering any two of her three exposed 
regions and left her ass on display while feebly covering her tits 
and tightly covering her furry pussy.

Up ahead Thomas could see Ivan at the head of one of the paths 
through the trees.  He was surveying the area around the outdoor 
lockers when two beautiful young women with all their naughty bits 
hanging out shuffled by.  The particular spot he had chosen to set up 
his camera gave him a good vantage point to look up both off-angle 
rows of lockers.  He panned and zoomed as the naked ladies scurried 
up the second aisle -- the one actually closer to him, "Thank you 
Thomas for choosing that," he thought -- and scanned along the 
weather beaten number plates to find their locker.

Once behind the relative cover of the four foot high rows of lockers, 
Wynona and Brenda let their guard down and fully exposed their 
breasts.  As Brenda fumbled turning the key in the lock, Wynona 
turned slowly to survey the area and gave a full front flash to Ivan 
just some fifty feet away.

Ivan watched as Brenda finally got the locker open but he was not 
able to get any glimpse inside.  It more than made up for it, though, 
that while both her hands were busy inside the locker her magnificent 
rack was fully displayed for his viewing pleasure.  He felt the 
familiar strain of his cock against the fly of his pants.  It was 
torture working for this crew, filming a pair of stunning beauties 
with no inhibitions, but he wouldn't give up this job for anything in 
the world.

Thomas arrived on the scene for protection as a small crowd gathered 
around the locker area to watch as Brenda and Wynona quickly dressed 
in a fresh set of bikinis.  Brenda's had a dark brown and yellow 
tiger stripe print, full cups and a simple hook strap around the 
back.  Her bottoms were a straight across the top full panties style 
which hugged her firm, round buttocks.  Wynona's new swimsuit had 
half cups which just barely covered her perky little nipples, a tie 
string around the back and a solid string going up around behind her 
neck.  It was two tone pink with little ruffled edges in the lighter 
shade.  Her panties were the more sexy style with a low-cut front, 
high sides sliding up and around her waist and just a small triangle 
of material to make her ass be legally covered.

To most everyone's delight Brenda put her bottoms on first while 
Wynona took the opposite approach and put on her top first.  Once 
both women were dressed and the locker closed, which then required 
another coin before the key could be pulled out -- a coin which 
Thomas offered as he strolled up to them to finally give them some 
(now unneeded) cover from the crowd -- Thomas said aloud with a shake 
of his head, "I warned you the speed slide is terror on bikinis."

END OF PART 16

NOTE:  If you've missed the story so far, you can download it free of 
charge at my website at http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/.
As of January 2007 I am still adding new chapters to 
"What Some People Will Do" and looking for new ideas and 
directions for the story.  I have put a feedback form on my website 
if you would like to make suggestions.    Thank you!  Sir Render

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