Susan Carter - The hidden camera

Nancy closed her eyes as her body swayed rhythmically in time to the music. Her pelvis pumped lazily back and forth in a parody of stand-up fucking as she slowly reached and slipped one brassiere strap off her shoulder.

At the bar, Tom whispered something hastily in Rita's ear and she dug in her purse, coming up with a miniature camera. Tom was all action, checking the camera quickly, no longer so "drunk" as he had seemed. He was unobtrusive as he raised the tiny camera to one eye, squinted, and clicked off a picture.

On the tiny stage, Nancy was all sensuous motion. Her hips moved freely in a wanton way. Both of the thin black straps of her brassiere were slipped off her shoulders. She reached behind herself with both hands, her fingers toying with the hook. Her ripely rounded breasts were forced to jut out even more above her incredibly slender waist and lasciviously flaring hips.

The clasp popped free and her brassiere leaped forward, her breasts actually seeming to swell in pride and freedom. Her hands caught the flimsy brassiere and she held it for a long tantalizing moment before taking her hands away… Ietting it fall silently to the floor.

The men pressed tighter around the stage now as Nancy closed her eyes and lifted her arms, letting her fingers tangle in her ink-black hair and also raising her out thrust breasts even more. She danced in lewd rhythm to the music while Tom clicked pictures of her naked to the waist. All the men were looking at her naked breasts, at her darkly pointed nipples that were growing even more bulleted, betraying the sexual excitement she was feeling. Her nervous hands tried to cover them up and all she succeeded in doing was making herself all the more provocative. Her hands cupped her breasts as if she were offering them to each and every man present. Beads of sweat could be seen forming on her shoulders and torso, and sweat snaked seductively down her deep cleavage, calling attention to how perfectly rounded and formed her big ripe breasts were. Men sipped their beer and licked their lips as their eyes stared at her lushly molded mounds of soft warm flesh.

Except for the blaring music, the room was silent now. The bartenders had stopped serving and crammed down to one end of the bar to watch the stunning young woman on the stage. The place was packed with people coming in from the sidewalk, sensing something special was going on.

And Nancy knew it! She stood up on the little stage and felt a lewd power and a strange pleasurable sense of humiliation, baring her breasts to strange men who only thought of carnal things. It was exciting and oddly satisfying. Nancy felt she had them in her power, and a wildly wanton voice in her was urging her on. Smiling, her eyes half-closed, she let her hands slip down to her waist, to where her dress was bunched and gathered. Wiggling her hips lewdly, thrusting her pelvis out in wild time to the music, she shimmied out of the dress. She peeled and rolled it over her wide hips until it fell free to the floor and then she stepped out of it, wearing nothing but high heels and delicately gossamer panties. The panties were black and contrasted startlingly with her velvety white skin. In wiggling out of the dress, she had unwittingly pulled the panties half off and each and every man there could see how voluptuously she was built. Her little belly was delicately sculptured and defined, her hips swayed fully and easily and flared out excitingly. Her thighs were full and cubed sensuously. Nearly naked, Nancy was far more appealing than she had been with her clothes on.

Her eyes liquid and giddy with booze, she let her wet lips relax in a lewd smile as she danced, cupping her breasts provocatively again as she slowly turned her back on the tightly knotted audience. The men were not to be cheated, for they were seeing a new view of her buttocks. The flimsy black material of her panties only served to outline her snowy twin cheeks. With all her lewd hip movements, the filmy material had ridden up, being caught in the velvety deep crevice between her ass-cheeks, allowing her quivering, seductively undulating flesh to be freely seen.

Nancy turned again and all the men looked at her sensuously jutting mound of Venus and the thick velvet lips of her cunt pressed against the thin band of her panties.

Her eyes almost closed, her nostrils flaring, Nancy undulated in place while her open hands caressed her naked thighs. She crouched a little and let her hips pump obscenely back and forth while her hands slid provocatively up and down her long curving thighs. Her nakedly sweating breasts heaved up and down as she tried to work up enough nerve to remove her last bit of clothing, her flimsy panties.

The problem was solved for her. Hands, unable to contain themselves, reached out of the blackness and caressed her. Nancy jumped and moved back at first, then grinned lasciviously and let the hands do what they wanted. She raised her arms above her head and danced in place as wild hands fluttered like feeding birds all over her body. Brazenly, her breasts were caressed and then kneaded and pinched. Lewd fingers hooked into her panties and tugged at them, pulling them down.

She was suddenly naked!

She threw her head back, exposing her white throat and let her long black hair thrash about as she felt her panties down around her knees. She was stark naked in front of strangers! She felt rough hot hands all over her shapely buttocks while fingers pinched her nipples into a searing, obscenely exciting life. Callused hands probed at her gently rounded mound of Venus and roughly scratched at her downy pubic hair. A shudder of pure lust racked her lovely body as she felt one wild finger probe deeper, caressing her wetly throbbing cuntal lips, pushing them aside and slipping maddeningly back and forth in the lubrication it found there.

Her arms raised high, her head thrown back, Nancy's eyes were wild and wide as she realized fully what she was doing. She was naked and strange men were rapidly caressing her into an obscenely exciting state. Her mind reeled, the room tilted. Someone called out, "Watch it!" and hands were all over her, supporting her now. Tom was still clicking pictures as Nancy looked around with unfocused, uncomprehending eyes. The last thing she saw was Rita pushing to her side with a look of concern on her face.

Then her eyelids fluttered and she passed out.

She awoke with a start, with a stifled scream in her throat as she sat up, rigid, wild-eyed. Almost as quickly, she groaned aloud and held her head with both hands and fell back on the bed. One swift glance before pain shot through her head and eyeballs told her she was at home. She fell back with a low moan. At least she was home, in her own bed. She was safe.

Her hangover was monumental. She had never had one before in her whole life and she wondered how she was going to get through the day.

Then events started happening. So much happened so fast that she almost forgot her hammering headache. A new kind of sickness was to overtake her: fear! In a few minutes Nancy was going to feel something not many people care to experience or know: she was going to find out what it was like to be blackmailed.

The door to the bedroom opened and Nancy gasped, pulling the covers up. She sighed with relief as she saw it was Rita. Good old Rita with a cold glass of tomato juice in one hand and a fizzing glass of Bromo Seltzer in the other. Without saying a word, she offered the Bromo to the grateful young wife who took it with trembling hands and gulped it down. Next, she grabbed the tomato juice and gulped. Anything wet tasted good. Rita sat on the edge of the bed and looked down. She seemed different to Nancy; a little woe-be-gone, a little defeated. Nancy assumed she was suffering from a hangover too. Rita looked down at her hands and bit her lip. Tears, like glistening slivers, welled up in her eyes. She looked down at Nancy and whispered, "I'm sorry."