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Showtime ~Krisnjamie chapter 1 

Hi, let me introduce myself. I'm Ray Martin. 24 about 5'11 pretty fit and trim and with a nice general "work in the sun" type of tan. 

I'm a trader. I do a bit of buying and selling and, during the summer months and around the Christmas season, I sell at shows and festivals. 

I sell clothes. Ladies fashions. Young ladies fashions. 

It all started back when I was 15. 

Like many kids people had bought me premium bonds as a baby. Those bonds never did anything and just slept, crumpled up I the back of a drawer. BUT....my bonds did do something and just after my 15th birthday I won £10,000. 

Now, I could have just popped that into the bank for later but I listened to my uncle James who was a market trader at the time. Stall, patter the whole bit. Anyways, he persuaded me to take a day off of school (didn't take too much persuading) and go along to an auction with him. 

The auction was of bankruptcy stock and I picked up loads of stock for a couple of thousand. 

Every weekend after that I was there, renting a small part of my uncles pitch and selling my goods. It was easy money. I turned that £2,000 into £4,500 even with the rent my uncle charged me! I ploughed that profit into more stock and carried on doing the same. 

By the time I was 16 I had a bank balance of some £18,000 and enough stock to keep me going for about 6 months so I left school and went to work alongside my uncle full time. 

18 months later I got my driving licence and with it new opportunities. 

As soon as I hit 18 I started attending the auctions by myself and, as well as selling direct to the public, I started selling as a wholesaler to other traders. Just as well really. Uncle James died in a car crash when I was 19. If I had been relying on him I would have been finished. 

Instead I bought his business from the family for a relatively small sum and carried on trading at the weekends and wholesaling during the week. 

By 22 I had built up enough of a reputation to earn my living wholesaling alone but I loved the market trading. What I didn't love was erecting my stall on cold winter days and standing about getting drowned during those wonderful English winters. 

I checked my bank balance, realised I was well off for a youngster and decided to change things a bit. 

I bought a 7.5 ton truck and had the back end converted so that it provided me with a good sized cabin to camp out in as well as plenty of storage space for stock and equipment behind that. Thereafter I made most of my money by concentrating on the auctions and wholesaling but made a point of doing all the shows and festivals during the summer and a few of the better organised events in the run up to Christmas. 

Now at 24 I am a regular at the shows in the west country and get cheery waves from the other regular traders and exhibitors. We see some come and go but there are a hard core of us who turn up at all of the big events and support many of the smaller one day jobs. 

Now, as I said, I sell young ladies fashions. I have a nice clean stall which attaches happily to the side of my truck so that all I need is a flat area to park. I carry heavy tarps to use as groundsheets and put up a changing room at the back for the girls to try stuff on. All in all it's a pretty impressive set up. 

When I'm done for the day I crash in my mobile home from home and, if I need a break during the day the truck is always available. For the bigger multi day events I try and take help. Usually cheap help and sometimes, depending on who I'm screwing at the time, free help. 

Anyways, I'm losing the plot again. I keep the environment as clean and comfortable as possible. The clothes are well displayed and the changing room is fairly big and comfortable. It has a big wooden chair some coat hooks and a well lit and wide ¾ length mirror. The structure is good and sound and the door has a good catch on it so that the girls can try stuff on without fear of some flimsy curtain flapping in the wind. 

Of course, the mirror fits neatly over a window into my living quarters and, naturally, I had it made up of that nice material that lets me see through it from the other side. Just to add to the joy I have it all linked up to a video camera which in turn is linked to a movement sensor so that I know that I will get to see what's happening even when I'm busy with my public. 

To start with this was just my idea of a little harmless fun. Now, of course, it's also a good money spinner because with the newer range of digital video cameras it is easy to take off good quality stills and there is a ready market for cd's full of the better pics through the voyeurs websites. 

The types of clothes I sell and the time of year I trade mean that I get a fair number of girls who either arrive braless to try stuff on, or who decide that they need to take off their bras to get the full effect of the skimpy strapped top that they have taken from the rack. 

It's not a bad way to earn some extra cash. Over a beer or two I go through the days captures deleting the ones that I don't like and saving the ones that I do. I always make a point of deleting the ones that are very young...even though some of them are gorgeous and very rude! 

One girl last year, must have been about 11, even took the opportunity to slip a hand down the front of her panties and play with herself whilst standing in front of the mirror. The thin cotton panties didn't hide much I can tell you! Anyway, I'm sure that you don't want to hear about that now. 

Royal Cornwall Show. June every year. 3 day event with lots of livestock, displays, demonstrations and trade stalls. I go every year of course. It's packed with people and I sell 70 - 80% of my stock in a good year. 

The show takes place on a Thursday, Friday and Saturday and I usually arrive on the Wednesday morning, erect the stall and display stands during the day and then get up early on the Thursday morning to get the stock sorted for that first day of trading. If I have help arriving they usually get in about 10:00 each day - I never invite them to stay over with me. 

You have to understand that the site is huge. You could never hope to know all of the traders who attend, but the organisers do tend to put you in roughly the same spot every year so you get to know the regulars in your little area. Of course, some you will know anyway and some you won't. 

This particular Wednesday was quite windy. The showground is in a fairly exposed spot and does get its fair share of wind. I had got some help in fixing the sides of my marquee in place and was now returning the favour for my neighbour when I noticed a newbie trying to erect a small canvas gazebo opposite me. I noticed not because she was fighting a losing battle with the wind....that is commonplace, but because of the girl helping her. 

I see a lot of female flesh. 

Apart from the vids there are a regular band of "drop 'em for anyone" girls who go to the shows, but this girl stood out. She was about 18 or 19 with a dark olive complexion and shoulder length black curly hair. She wore a pair of black jeans that must have needed a shoe horn to get into and a tight white tshirt on top. 

Watching the women struggle whilst holding down canvas flaps and pretending to be very busy it became obvious that the girl didn't wear a bra under her tshirt. The wind was having enough of an effect for me to be able to easily make out the raised contours of her nipples even from 20 feet away. 

We finished securing the canvas and both wandered over to offer out assistance. It turned out that this was a mother and daughter combo and mum flashed us a brilliant smile when we offered help. In fact Mum, who I found out was called Cindy, disappeared into the caravan at the rear whilst the three of us, myself, Bill Taylor and this girl with the breasts, finished erecting the gazebo and attached a couple of side panels. 

Just as we finished Cindy reappeared with coffee and biscuits and we sat around exchanging small talk for a few minutes whilst that was consumed. 

The following morning I was up and out at 6:00 am. By 7:30 all my stock was out and set up the way I wanted. That left about an hour before the first visitors would start to drift past. Some would be exhibitors or helpers who stayed off site and others would be early birds looking to get their bearings before the crowds arrived. 

I noticed Cindy and daughter, whose name I still hadn't caught, setting out their own display and wandered over to have a look. They were selling jewellery, made by themselves as it turned out. Not my cup of tea but I expected that it would sell well and told them so. Cindy was seriously thankful for my thoughts and sent daughter, who she called Anna, off to get breakfast for the three of us whilst she talked to me. 

Turns out that she and her daughters, she had another hidden somewhere apparently, had been deserted by her Italian husband (that explained the complexion) a few years earlier. Cindy had struggled to keep a decent job and raise two girls and so had started working from home in her spare time making jewellery. Initially she had found a local shop who were prepared to sell her stuff on a commission and that had worked well to supplement the family income for almost 2 years. Unfortunately the shop had been sold, she had not gotten on with the new owners and now she had no outlet for her craft. More importantly, at about the same time she had been made redundant. Not being able to find another job she had emptied the small savings account bought the caravan and display equipment and decided to give it a go. This was her first show! 

Brave lady I thought to myself. 

Anna returned with bacon rolls and Cindy provided coffee once again. We chatted whilst we ate, me explaining some of my history and offering a few tips and the ladies dutifully chuckling at my feeble joke attempts. Then, as the first strays started to wander past glancing at programmes I went back to my own stall, raised the front flaps and let battle commence. 

Thursday, first day of the show is usually quite busy but not necessarily with my kind of client. Many of the visitors were working.....either farmers or farming families or people who sold to farmers. There were, of course, the obligatory school trip and a few of the girls did venture in to try things on but they didn't have cash to spend and my only profit there might come from the video stills later. I got busy once in a while though and overall the day was fairly good. Takings were a bit up on the same day last year and the stall wasn't too much of a mess. 

As I tied down the flaps at about 6:30 that evening I noticed Cindy and Anna clearing their stock away so I wandered over to ask how it had gone. Cindy burst into tears and ran into the caravan leaving me open mouthed. Anna quickly told me that they hadn't sold a thing all day and then she too disappeared into the caravan. 

Oh well, none of my business. Off I went to grab some food before returning to my little home to review the days captures. 

There wasn't very much worth having. A couple of schoolgirls about 15 or so who went in together to try some tops on. I got some nice stills of them in their bras and another with one of them bent over away from me wearing just a simple white thong. Those would go to my collection and the sales cd. I also kept a couple of a young mother who took her baby in with her and unbuttoned her blouse to reveal firm, milk full breasts which she didn't bother to restrain within a bra, presumably to aid with feeding of the little one. The rest I deleted before wandering off for a walk round the site before bed. 

As I returned to my little neighbourhood I passed behind Cindys caravan and was greeted with a silhouette of one or other of the women, I couldn't be sure which, tugging off their top behind some thin curtains. I thought better of stopping to watch though and went back to my own little cabin. After a long hard day alone on the stall I was asleep in minutes. 

The alarm went off at 7.00 the next morning. I washed and dressed before venturing out into a warm sunshine filled day. By 8:15 I had the flaps up and was ready for business. I noticed Cindy and Anna putting their stand back together and gave them a wave. Cindy waved back half-heartedly, Anna didn't bother. 

I had expected the Friday to be somewhat busier and had arranged for some help. Jane turned up a little before 10.00 and, after I had given her a tour of what was where I passed her my cash belt and wandered over to see the girls. Cindy immediately apologised about her behaviour the night before but I told her not to worry. I also told her that my day had not been brilliant but that Friday and especially Saturday would prove better for the trade stands. 

I was right of course. When I got back Jane had been busy for quite some time and was struggling to both aid customers and watch out for the inevitable thieving that occurs at these shows. I left her to cope with the customers and I took up a wandering position to keep an eye on the likely light fingered characters. 

I glanced over to the girls and got a cheery wave back from Cindy. Must be having a better day today then I thought. 

The day wore on. I sent Jane off home at about 5.00 and at around 6:30 I once again secured the front flaps to the stall and ambled over to where Cindy and Anna were packing away their stuff. 

"Well, how did you do today" I asked. 

Cindy beamed back a smile. "Pretty good I think, we took almost £500." 

£500 in a day was nothing to me. I couldn't tell if it was good for her or what. 

"Ok" I said "but how much is profit?" 

Cindy looked at Anna, obviously the book keeper. 

"I reckon we've almost paid for the site. Half of what we get tomorrow is pure profit." She offered. 

"Not bad then, too often people get all excited about how much they took without taking account of what it costs. Profit is why we're here - no profit no food!" 

Cindy laughed as I waved and wandered off and even Anna managed a sly grin. 

I remember thinking how nice it would be to get inside of those tight black jeans that Anna wore. Jeez, even Cindy was a looker but Anna, well Anna was something special. 

Returning to my cabin after my walk I scanned through the pictures from the day and identified almost 20 that would make money. Satisfied with my haul and content with the sales from the day I went to bed. 

Saturday dawned bright and dry and once again I was ready and waiting by 8:15. Jane appeared just after 9.00 with another girl who I didn't know but who Jane had vouched for. Susan was her name. She was a little overweight but smiled well and seemed to have bags of energy. 

I left the girls to it and went for my morning wander. Cindy and Anna were out of sight behind a crowd of people already. Good for them I thought. 

By 10.00 the whole showground was heaving and when I returned to my own domain I found that it too was bursting at the seams. The next few hours all three of us were busy and then, almost exactly at 1.00 pm it all went quiet. I sent the girls off to find themselves some food and have a break and I settled down to deal with the trickle of browsers that still wandered through. A few moments later a cheery "Hi" and "can I try this on" and I turned to find Anna holding a skimpy red cropped top. 

"Sure" I said "Changing room at the back but if you would prefer to take it away and try it on quietly that's ok too" I hoped that she wouldn't take up my offer. 

The top was such that it would look awful with a bra under it and besides, I was fairly sure that this girl never wore a bra. The chance to replay my video and have pictures of this particular lovely topless in front of me made me want to finish early for the day. 

"No it's ok, I'll just use your changing room Ray." 

And with that she sauntered to the back of the stall and I watched as she pulled the door shut behind her. I noticed her come out and grab something else off a nearby rail a few moments later and then she was out and bounding towards me with the top and a pair of shorts that very nearly matched in colour. 

"Can you put these back for me?" she asked 

"No probs. Take them now and we'll sort out the money later" I replied. 

"OK thanks Ray" and then, looking at the crowd round her own stall, "I'd better get back now." 

The rest of the afternoon was a blur of money and customers and I was thankful to be able to drop the flaps at 6:30. 

The showground was a hive of activity. Some exhibitors were determined to pack up and go that night whilst others, like me, were content to have a nights rest and then deal with the clear up in the morning. I didn't have another show for the rest of the month so I was in no hurry. 

I wandered over to where Cindy and Anna were dismantling their gazebo. Offered my help and spent the next 45 minutes packing away with them. They had plans to move off first thing the next morning and wanted to be fully packed tonight. They told me that they had done really well and that they would definitely be doing this again. I was pleased for them, told them I'd see them around and wandered away. 

Anna caught up with me a few yards away. 

"Hey, I didn't pay you for the clothes yet." She said. 

"Oh right, what did you have?" I asked 

"A top and some shorts. They were only marked at £6.99 and £9.99 - are you sure that's right?" 

I laughed... "That's the right price for ordinary customers but you get a trade discount. Call it £10" I said. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yeah £10 will be fine" 

She pulled out a crumpled note from her back pocket and shoved it into my hand. Gave me a peck on the cheek and a whispered thank you and turned back to the caravan. Remembering my gorgeous customer I cut my walk short that night and quickly made my way back to go through the video captures from the day. 

There was some good stuff scattered throughout the dross, including one young girl who had managed to sneak her boyfriend in with her (not sure how that happened) and who then let him fondle her tits in front of my camera for several minutes. 

Finally I got to the bit I was interested in. I saw the picture start as Anna opened the door and watched as she held the top up in front of her for a few moments before hanging it on a hook and slipping out of the door again. 

"Ah she's gone for the shorts" I realised. 

Seconds later the film restarted with her tossing the shorts into the chair before turning her back on the mirror, and me! And pulling her tshirt up and over her head. As I surmised, she didn't wear a bra and I was greeted with the sight of her back covered in unblemished, dark smooth skin. I watched in disbelief as she reached for the top and slipped it over her head and into place without turning around! Then, and only then, did she turn to look at the mirror. God what a sight. Her breasts were obviously not too big but they were young firm and shapely and the thin fabric of the cheap top moulded to them. I almost didn't need to see them. Then quickly she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, shoved them down and shimmied out of them before half turning to recover the shorts from the chair. 

She wore a plain white thong and I caught a glimpse of a delightfully tight round backside before she once more turned to face the mirror and squeezed into a pair of shorts that seemed impossibly tight on her. She stood admiring the view for a few seconds before turning half way around and sticking that cute little arse out at the mirror. Looking back over her shoulder she obviously liked the effect. Straightening up she glanced at her watch, realised she had been gone a while and quickly shimmied back out of the shorts. Then, to my sheer delight, she crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the hem of the top and in one fluid motion, pulled it up over her head to expose those firm young breasts that I knew were there. 

I made a mental note to make sure that I kept that still of her, arms up tits thrust forwards and wearing nothing but that plain white thong. Very nice. 

After that the rest of the captures seemed a bit tame so I put the card aside to look at it later and went off to bed dreaming of what I would like to do to Anna. 

I slept in the following morning. Simply forgot to set the alarm and woke to the sound of banging and thumping as people finished the tearing down of their stands. Cindy and Anna had obviously finished off early and their space was just a vacant area of flattened slightly brown grass. 

Oh well. 

It took me a few hours to pack up but I was on the road by 2:30 dreaming of what might have been.
