by Dez Burke
“C’mon, Brandy. Shake those tits!” Trudy shouted. I couldn’t help but laugh but instead of shaking them, I lifted one breast to my mouth and sucked my nipple through the thin cotton fabric and then squeezed them both and licked my lips. That got a reaction from the crowd and my companions laughed and high-fived each other, proud of their work.
“I hate you!” I mouthed at them bringing even more laughter from my companions. The show moved along and soon we were being judged for the finals. The crowd cheered for each of us in turn as the DJ judged the relative volume of the cheers for each girl. When it was over, he called my name along with the workout queen and one of the Barbie dolls. I was in the finals. I moved over next to the other girls, each perfect in her own way and tried hard not to judge myself in their presence.
“OK, girls. This is winner takes all. Five hundred dollars is on the line. Show us what you’ve got!” The DJ announced and Ginger doused us all again with water that felt even colder than the first time if that was possible. The Barbie doll was sure she had it in the bag and simply felt herself up almost as if she was bored by the proceedings and just wanted her money. The workout queen was in nothing but panties and the t-shirt and she danced seductively for the crowd and boy could that girl move. I tried to figure out a way to top them but I ended up just shaking my hips and rubbing my nipples.
It was obvious I wasn’t going to win against those other girls despite the size of my breasts. I did my part, however, until Trudy leaned over and whispered something into Sarah’s ear. Sarah looked up at me mischievously and nodded in agreement to some plan they were hatching. They both turned towards the crowd and in Trudy’s boisterous voice and Sarah’s suddenly deep, booming voice, they began to chant, “Skin to win! Skin to win! Skin to win!”
Soon, the patrons near them had taken up the chant and it spread throughout the crowd like wildfire. Fists pumped in the air as the entire crowd chanted. Sarah and Trudy turned, still chanting and nodded at me. I looked at the other girls. The work out queen was shaking her head. She wasn’t willing to revel any more than she had despite her absolutely perfect body. The Barbie doll obviously didn’t think she had to show her boobs to win. She always got by on her looks, I could tell.
I looked back at my friends and they were nodding even more vigorously. I wanted to. I could use five hundred bucks and I’d have loved to show those two skinny girls a big girl like me could be just as sexy and alluring. Then suddenly, I thought about Jack and what he’d said about me. He loved my big, curvy body and my fat ass. He thought I was sexy as hell. I wondered how many men out in the crowd did too. It was a bit ironic that Jack became my motivation to win this damned contest and show those skinny bitches who was boss.
I reached up, took the flimsy t-shirt in my hands and tore it to shreds, revealing my big boobs to the crowd. They went absolutely nuts. The workout queen lifted her t-shirt to tease the crowd but she couldn’t do it. She was too self-conscience. The Barbie doll barely paid any attention, sure she could whip the fat girl with her fake tits and tiny waistline. Then the crowd’s chant changed as I began sucking my nipple again. That did it. Now instead of, “Skin to win,” they chanted, “Six, six, six!” That was my number.
Sarah and Trudy hugged and joined the crowd in calling out my number as they jumped up and down. I played with my big breasts and danced for the crowd as they shouted my number in unison. I’d never felt so good in my life. I’d never felt so alive. “Looks like the people have spoken,” the DJ announced and Ginger hopped on stage and shooed the Barbie doll and the workout queen off leaving me all alone. The workout queen congratulated me as she left and I saw a bit of envy in her eyes, almost as if she wished she had my courage. If she only knew. The Barbie doll scowled at me and I couldn’t help blowing her a kiss, to which she huffed and rolled her eyes.
Sarah and Trudy crawled up on stage to join me. Each took one of my breasts, lifted it and sucked on my nipple bringing a wild cheer from the crowd. “OK, ladies! There’s laws in this town, you know,” the DJ announced jokingly. Trudy and Sarah stopped as I laughed.
“You’re both in so much trouble,” I said as Ginger handed me a wad of twenty dollar bills. The lights that illuminated the makeshift stage went dark and the crowd went back to dancing and drinking, my moment of glory soon forgotten by my fickle fans. My time in the spot light was brief but despite my reluctance to get up there at all, I’d had the time of my life. I felt like I could do anything right then.
“Oh, I agree. We’re bad girls, Brandy. Make us drink and dance until we pass out,” Sarah said.
“Oh yeah, buy us drinks. That’ll show us,” Trudy added. I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I left them standing there to go get dressed again.
“You’re both terrible people,” I said jokingly and threw a twenty on the floor. “Get me a shot of Jack Daniels...no two shots,” I ordered as I went. The girls eagerly retrieved the money and did as I asked. I smiled to myself. I thought the previous night was crazy but this was off the hook. I was turning into a seriously wild bitch and I kind of liked it.
>>O<<
It was noon when I finally dragged myself out of bed Sunday morning. What a night. Two crazy nights in a row had me wondering what had gotten into me. The wet t-shirt contest was just the beginning but it was definitely the craziest part of night, or was it? I suddenly remembered what happened at Trudy’s house after we blew half the five hundred dollars buying drinks for cute guys as well as ourselves.
An hour or so after I’d won, we left the club and hit a gay bar. That was fun but uneventful for the most part. All I could think about was I’d never have guessed two good-looking guys kissing could be so arousing. Then it was off to Trudy’s house where she broke out the coconut rum and some pot. Yeah, I remembered now. Did I really smoke weed?
“Come on, Brandy. It’s harmless,” Trudy prodded me after she produced a bag of gray-green leaves and a pipe.
“I can’t do that? Go ahead,” I told her but Sarah wasn’t going to let it lie.
“Brandy, live a little,” she said and then Trudy handed Sarah the pipe and she lit it up and took a hit. Sarah held it in and then exhaled a puff of bluish smoke. “Oh, yeah!” she said, apparently enjoying the feeling it produced and handed the pipe and lighter to me.
“Don’t you two work for the school district?” I asked.
“I work there, but I’m not their property. Besides, the union negotiated random drug testing out of our contract,” Sarah said. I guess that made sense. Like Trudy said, just because she was a school teacher didn’t mean she had to be innocent and chaste.
“Yeah, what I do after hours is my business,” Trudy added. I looked at them both and snatched the pipe from Sarah. I did as she had and ended up hacking up a lung as I inhaled. Sarah and Trudy laughed but I tried again and the second time it was easier. I coughed a bit but managed to hold the pungent smoke in my lungs. “Good shit,” I managed to say and then we all laughed hysterically. Things deteriorated quickly from there.
It was all a bit fuzzy but I seemed to remember that Sarah ended up without her dress at one point and then I remembered Trudy gave her a hand job. My Lord! It all came back to me. Sarah was hung, not like Jack but for a guy who wears dresses, she was bigger than I’d imagined. I remember hitting the pipe pretty hard as Trudy stroked Sarah to a messy orgasm and feeling a bit wicked watching it all like some dude in a trench coat at the peep shows near Vic’s office. We all giggled when Sarah climaxed, oh hell, we giggled at everything last night.
What had gotten into me? I’d never done as much crazy shit as I’d done in the last forty-eight hours in my entire life much less all of it in one weekend. As I made coffee and tried to assimilate my memories, I wondered why suddenly, I was so adventurous. Maybe that’s how it happened. One day the good girl lost her mind and over compensated for years of repression. But that didn’t sound right. No, I knew what it was.
This all started when I met Jack. He’d talked me into going out and in r
etrospect I wasn’t sure why I did it. I wasn’t sure why I did any of it. Did Trudy’s pep talk during our hike provide the spark? No, because I went with Jack to Hogs and Heifers before that. I submitted to his advances and slept with him before I’d even thought to call Trudy. In fact, that was why I called her.
No, it was Jack. Trudy’s advice helped me see that but it was the night with her and Sarah that now made it all clear. I’d even said it to Jack. He made me want to be bad. He told me he’d bring out the bad girl and he did on Friday night and despite my reaction on Saturday morning, the bad girl was loose. Pandora’s Box had been opened and I couldn’t close it again. That was my theory anyway.
Maybe it wasn’t all that complicated or convoluted. Maybe I just had fun and wanted to have more. Maybe I did something out of the ordinary, out of my comfort zone and I liked it. I did like it. Sex with Jack was unlike anything I’d ever done. Participating in that wet t-shirt contest was so not me but winning it was so much fun. Getting high with Sarah and Trudy made me feel like I was getting away with something and maybe I was. But seeing Trudy pleasure Sarah, well that was just perverse, but in a good way.
But the common thread throughout all of it was that I loved every minute of it, the morning after sleeping with Jack being the lone exception. Being bad was kind of...good. I wanted to do it again. Not right away, however. My head was pounding and spinning despite my internal excitement. After the coffee failed to cure the hangover, I needed a nap. But the Jack problem loomed. Was he mad at me? Did I hurt him? I almost couldn’t believe that. He didn’t seem the type of man to get hurt that easily. It was more likely he had a good time in the sack and when I didn’t want more, he simply moved on. I guess guys could do that but women, well, we didn’t have it so easy.
But I did want more. More of all of it. I wanted to be bad. I wanted to do things that people would never think I would ever do, things that would shock people. Most of all, however, I wanted to get Jack back in my bed again. I wanted him more than anyone to show me how to be even naughtier. I wanted to show Jack Anker, just how bad I could be.
But my hangover needed attention and work needed to be done. Vic was in Hawaii with his ex-stripper of a wife, probably fucking like rabbits and having the time of their lives. I had to take care of the law office in the meantime. Jack’s preliminary hearing was the only court date on the schedule, but I had clients to meet with, briefs to write and I’d been thinking that maybe I could do something about the disorderly mess that was taking over the office.
Jack would have to wait but maybe that was a good thing. Some perspective couldn’t hurt. Maybe by the middle of the week, I’d decide this past weekend was just a fluke and not for me. Maybe the thrill would tarnish a bit and I’d come to my senses. Maybe I’d decide that I didn’t want to take the sexy biker to bed or go out with Trudy and Sarah again or be a bad girl. Well, it was possible, I suppose, but it didn’t seem likely.
I slept off the rest of my hangover that afternoon and then turned in early that night. As I lay there in bed, naked and touching myself, I suddenly had a thought. I stopped lazily stroking my bare mound and there it was. I felt different. I was still me but I was...I don’t know, more me. Maybe the real me was finally showing. Whatever it was, it felt good. Maybe a bit frightening but good nevertheless. I fell asleep with that thought swimming in my head.
>>O<<
“Yes!” I shouted a bit too loudly and pumped my fist as I walked out of the courthouse. Judge Sullivan dismissed the case against Jack without any trouble. The officer didn’t show up and the prosecutor couldn’t show any probable cause for the search that would satisfy the judge. Jack’s appearance just wasn’t grounds for a search of his bike and Judge Sullivan even scolded the prosecutor for wasting her time with such a case.
I knew I’d win. The prosecutors often pressed sketchy charges hoping for a plea deal so when they ran for Mayor or Governor they could show voters how tough on crime they supposedly were. They called it looking out for the innocent citizens. I called it harassing them. So did the judge, apparently. That’s why I loved the law. It could be used to harass people but in most cases it worked the way it should. Good thing to. Now, Jack wasn’t a client anymore and he wasn’t going to have to plea out or go to trial. He was all mine.
If he’d have me, that is. For all I knew, he had already found another girl on Saturday night. Maybe I had hurt him or he just wrote me off. Maybe I was already too late. I guess I was going to find out. I walked back to the office, it was only a few blocks from the new courthouse, and dug Jack’s file out of my briefcase. I promised I’d call him and let him know what happened. I found his number and dialed.
“Yeah?” he answered and my stomach was full of those damned butterflies again.
“Jack? This is Brandy,” I replied.
“Oh. So what happened,” he asked. I didn’t let the fact he didn’t ask me how I was or anything bother me. His freedom was potentially in the balance after all.
“The judge dismissed the case. No probable cause. Congratulations,” I replied. No need to drag something like that out, I figured.
“Fantastic. Well, thanks. Later,” he said but I jumped in before he could hang up.
“Jack, I want to talk to you about Saturday morning,” I said. He exhaled as if I was bothering him.
“Get it off your chest,” he replied. I took a deep breath before I began to tell him what I’d been rehearsing since Sunday.
“I want to apologize for what I said. I don’t know if I hurt you or what but I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. It was just...well, I was scared I guess,” I said.
“So, I scare you?” he asked.
“No! Well, yes. Honestly, you did. I just wasn’t used to being with a guy like you and I did things I usually wouldn’t. Look, I enjoyed it. I just didn’t know how to deal with my feelings. Then you talked about what you did and I freaked out and made assumptions. I’m sorry,” I explained.
“I appreciate that. Is that it?” he replied. Maybe I didn’t hurt him. Maybe I was just a one night stand and he really didn’t care. But I swallowed my pride and tried not to think that way. Even if he didn’t want to see me again, I wanted to see him. I wanted to give him another chance, or maybe I wanted him to give me another chance.
“No, I...I want to see you again, Jack. If you want, that is,” I told him but he didn’t reply right away. There was nothing but just silence for a moment. Then Jack finally spoke.
“Yeah, you sure about that?” he asked. I didn’t expect that question. Was I sure? Did I know what I was getting into with Jack? He might not have been a criminal but he wasn’t what most people would call an upstanding citizen. He dove into dumpsters but he did it to make a living, an honest living. He had a passion that he pursued. He was a bit rough around the edges, OK a lot rough, but he was a good guy, wasn’t he?
I guess I didn’t really know. I was pining after a guy I’d met less than a week ago and spent one night with. Was I really sure I wanted to start something with this guy? Yeah, I was. I barely knew him but I knew how he made me feel. Maybe he and I wouldn’t last more than one more night. That was fine but I needed to try. I needed to know. I needed a redo with Jack.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Can I see you again?” I asked him.
“Hogs and Heifers, Saturday night, be there,” he said and the line went dead. I hung up and for a moment, I was confused by his reaction. Maybe it was a test of sorts. Maybe he didn’t believe I’d really show or that I’d show up and decide I was wrong. Well, if Jack Anker was testing me that was a test I was going to pass. I had nothing to prove to Jack but I did have something to prove to myself. I was going to find out once and for all if my new adventuresome side was here to stay or not.
>>O<<
I called Trudy the next day and asked if she’d help me out. I needed to wear something that would catch Jack’s attention and show him I was serious. “Sorry, Brandy. I can’t get out of it,” she assured me. She had a family thing on Sa
turday and couldn’t go shopping with me. It’s not like she was some expert in biker fashion but she couldn’t know any less than I did.
“Damn, I guess I’ll go alone,” I told her. I could have called another friend but I wasn’t prepared to explain my sudden need for leather and fishnet and go through all that.
“Call Sarah. She’s more a of a mall diva than me anyway,” Trudy suggested.
“Yeah?” I asked. Take a crossdresser shopping? That seemed a bit strange but then again life was strange suddenly. Besides, she did look pretty fantastic.
“She’s the most girly-girl I know. You should see her closet. If you need to impress this guy, she’ll help,” Trudy told me. What the hell?
“OK, I’ll give her a try,” I said.
“No, worries, she’s right here,” Trudy said. OK, that was weird.
“Hey, Brandy, what’s up?” Sarah asked after Trudy handed her the phone. I told her what I needed and she was eager to help out. We set up a time and place to meet Saturday morning.
“Thanks,” I told her before I hung up.
“We’re going to have a ball, girl,” Sarah said and hung up. I wondered why she was at Trudy’s house. I decided it was none of my business but I couldn’t help but let my mind consider the possibilities. I’m sure it was totally innocent, right? There weren’t like doing it or anything. Why was the idea so arousing though?
The rest of the week went fast. I made a dent in the office mess but it would take me many more days to get the place straightened up completely, not to mention a storage unit to put some of it in. I met with some clients, both new ones and some Vic had been representing for a long time. I knew some of them weren’t exactly innocent but Vic kept them out of prison, most of the time. None of them hurt anyone. Even Vic wouldn’t represent violent people if he knew they were guilty.
Saturday, arrived and I woke up with the small flock of butterflies that had been breeding since Tuesday suddenly throwing a rave in my stomach. It was a pleasant feeling for the most part, a dull eagerness to see where things would go later with Jack. After getting ready, I met Sarah at the bagel shop near the Fashion Show Mall on the Strip. I felt a bit underdressed.
