Tami Lynn and the Surprise Vacation

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Tami Lynn’s Surprise Vacation – Part 1
By: Hooked6

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Tami Lynn’s Surprise Vacation (Reluctant Public Nudity)
By: Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)

Synopsis: A young woman while on vacation with her family have almost everything they own stolen, have a run in with the police, gets strip-searched and generally humiliated in front of a crowd.

Chapter 1

I couldn’t believe it! My husband came home one day last week and surprised the heck out of me.

“Honey, start packing; tomorrow we are leaving for a long overdue vacation.”

Needless to say I was flabbergasted. No one keeps a secret very well in my family. Even when my dear husband tries to do the unexpected my teenage sons usually spill the beans or some pamphlet is left lying around that gives the whole thing away. Not this time, however. This time he got me and boy, was I excited! “Where are we going? How long will we be gone? Are the kids going? When are we leaving again? Did you say TOMORROW? I’ll NEVER get packed in time. Can we afford this . . . oh what am I saying, if you think we can then of COURSE we can. I’ve got to call my best friend, Jenny and tell her to look after the house while we are gone. Did you say the kids are going too? If not I’ll need to arrange a sitter . . .”

“Calm down,” he said with a smile of self-satisfaction as he lovingly put his hands on my shoulders. “All you need to know is that you need to bring a swimsuit or two, a couple of nice dresses and some sunscreen. That’s it.”

“Swimsuits? That means we are going to the beach. If we are driving I’ll need to bring some lawn chairs, extra towels and . . .”

“Two swimsuits, a couple of really nice dresses and some sunscreen; that’s it,” he said firmly. “Nothing else. You always try to bring the entire house whenever we go anywhere but not this time, understand?”

“Hmmmm . . . that means we are probably flying so I have to pack light. Can’t I know where we are going?”

“You’ll see tomorrow. I’m not saying a word. Just consider this your little adventure.”

“Just the two us?”

“You’ll see, now what’s for supper? I’m starving.”

I was nervous wreck all night trying to get things ready. I like surprises, don’t get me wrong, but I hate not knowing things. Okay, that’s a contradiction, I know, but women are supposed to be contradictory, right?

I had a million details running through my mind. I had arrangements to make if my sons weren’t going. Who in their right mind would leave a couple of 18 year old teenage boys alone unsupervised? Why there wouldn’t be a house left to come back to if that happened. So they MUST be coming with us. Or maybe not as surly John would have considered that and already made arrangements for them to stay with some friends while we were gone. Ooooo I HATE surprises.

My sons weren’t any help. All they did was smile at me whenever I tried hinting at things to see if they would let something slip. Finally I flat out asked them if they knew what their father had in mind.

“Ask him. If he wants you to know, he’ll tell you,” my eldest son said with a deadpan face.

Needless to say I didn’t sleep much that night as my mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts. After a quick breakfast my husband announced, “Okay, it’s time to go; everyone in the car.”

Everyone? I looked up and my sons had their bags packed and were eagerly waiting by the front door. It was indeed going to be a “family” vacation after all. Oh well, romance will have to wait. It will be good to spend some time away together as a family as my sons will be off for college soon and all I’d have left would be memories of trips like this. Little did I know then what memories those would be!!

When my husband took the exit towards the airport I knew my hunch about flying was correct. I was so excited! Once in the airport my husband went to one of those little kiosks and checked us in and got our tickets. I almost grabbed the ticket out of his hand as I was so eager to learn our destination.

“THE CARRIBEAN!” I screamed excitedly. “We’re going to the CARRIBEAN?!”

“Yep,” my husband replied smugly, his voice filled with self-satisfaction. I immediately gave him a hug and lovingly took hold of his hand as we headed towards baggage check-in.

The flight over was uneventful and picking up our bags was much easier than I thought. We navigated through the whole arrival process without incident. Of course, we did have to change planes to one of those smaller planes that held only 8 people to get to our outlying island but even that wasn’t bad and we soon found ourselves at curbside hailing a taxi.

A friendly elderly gentleman pulled up in a small old taxi vehicle and got out and politely greeted my husband who informed him of where we needed to go. “You’ll love this place, we’re on a secluded island with a tiny village for shopping,” my husband said as he helped the cab driver put our luggage into the trunk. “It’s right on the beach - just think, a whole week of sun and fun with nothing to do but enjoy ourselves. I already pre-paid the hotel and even booked the boys on a snorkeling trip.” We all piled into the little car and off we went.

Now, I have to tell you, if you’ve never ridden in a cab in the Bahamas it’s something you soon won’t forget! This man drove like a maniac as if a volcano had just erupted behind us and we were trying to escape the hot molten lava that was barreling down the mountain! I’ve been on high-end scary roller-coasters that weren’t as terrifying as this! It seemed that everyone drove that way! Stop signs were merely signals for the driver to blow his horn. No one seemed to slow down let alone actually stop!! My heart was in my throat the entire 20 minute trip! We darted in and our weaving among cars. At times I couldn’t even tell where the lanes on the roadway were as cars were all jumbled up driving anywhere they could find a space to put their vehicles! Many times I found myself leaning over into my husband’s lap as I was sure the car next to us was trying to get in the backseat with us!

FINALLY we arrived at our hotel – none too soon for me! I was still breathing rapidly as I exited the cab. At least we were all in one piece. The hotel was indeed beautiful, just as my husband had described it!

We all got out and waited on the sidewalk in front of the hotel as my husband settled the bill with our driver. As the driver put the cash he had just received into an envelope, we all headed towards the rear of the car to reclaim our luggage. Then without warning he took off like a bat out of hell.

“OUR LUGGAGE,” I screamed in a panic! “THAT MAN JUST TOOK OFF WITH OUR LUGGAGE!”

My husband began running after the car waving his hands trying to get the driver’s attention but after a few yards he gave up. The car was gone!

“Now what are we going to do?” I asked frantically as my husband rejoined us. He looked as disheartened as the rest of us. Inside I could tell that his Irish temper was boiling but to his credit he didn’t cuss or let his anger show. I would have hated to think what he would have done to that cab driver if he had caught up with him! Sometimes with my partner it was usually bust-ass first then find out the explanation later!

“Excuse me,” a smartly dressed man said tapping my husband on the shoulder. “I just saw what happened. I’m detective Oman with our city police department and this is my partner, sergeant Debakey.”

“THAT MAN JUST DROVE OFF WITH OUR LUGGAGE.” I explained still agitated.

“Yes, I know,” the detective said with a smile. “I saw the whole thing from inside the hotel. I tried to get out here to help but it was too late. Unfortunately this happens all too often lately. The economy is slow and we aren’t getting as many tourists as we normally do. People sometimes succumb to temptation and grab an opportunity to make a fast buck by stealing things when the see a chance.”

The sergeant spoke up, “Don’t worry. He won’t get far. We’ve dealt with this sort of thing before.”

“Well thank goodness for that!” I said with a relief.

“Now Sir, if I can just see some Identification for our report we’ll get right on this.”

“Certainly,” my husband said and took out his wallet and started rummaging through it to get his driver’s license.

“That’s okay, sir. You can leave it in the wallet window there. We just need to copy down your name and your license number – just a formality, you know.” Then taking the wallet the detective handed it to the sergeant who began writing things down. “I’ll need to see your ID too, ma’am,” he added holding out his hand.

I likewise went through my purse and opened my wallet and handed it to the sergeant.

“Can you describe the man, Sir? What was he wearing? Any detail at all will be helpful as I’m afraid we weren’t able to get a good look him from our vantage point in the hotel.”

My sons were right on the ball and gave them a most detailed description of our driver and what his cab looked like. Unfortunately there was no cab number that any of us saw so they were unable to give that little detail but everything else they said seemed most helpful – right down to the descriptions of our luggage.

“Ma’am would you be kind enough to look through your purse as my sergeant is writing things down just to be sure that nothing else is missing.”

My husband and I both looked through my purse and everything seemed as it should be “No, nothing else is missing that I can see. I had my purse with me all the time in the backseat so I don’t think he had a chance to take anything from that.”

The sergeant handed me back my wallet. “I’m glad. Still, you can never be too careful. Pickpockets are everywhere these days. I’m glad at least that was in order.”

We thanked them for their prompt assistance and they told us they’d be in touch soon – that hopefully this was all just a mistake on the driver’s part. It was indeed most fortunate that those detectives were right there in the hotel and witnessed at least part of the crime. I felt reassured that perhaps maybe it was all just an innocent mistake. The way that guy drove he probably was just in a hurry to pick up his next fare not realizing we hadn’t retrieved our belongings.

We all went inside the hotel and checked in. They had our reservations and told us that our room was ready. The clerk said that even though our room was pre-paid she needed a major credit card for any incidentals that we may wish charge to our account during our stay. My husband reached for his wallet and then stood there frozen solid as he just looked at it. “MY CREDIT CARDS - They’re gone! So is my cash!!”

“What?!” I exclaimed “Are you sure?”

“Well duh? Look for yourself! It’s empty, see?” As I peered into the leather wallet it was just as he had said – completely empty except for his license. “Let me have one of your cards so we can at least finish checking in.”

“Sure, hold on a sec.” I reached into my purse and pulled out my wallet and just like my husband it was empty save for my license! “How can that be,” I asked? “We had everything when we were talking to those . . .”

“Detectives?” my husband said angrily. “They weren’t detectives at all! THEY were the pickpockets! Oh man, were they good! They must have seen us coming from a mile off! How could we have been so stupid?”

“Is there a problem, Sir?” the clerk asked.

My husband then proceeded to explain the whole ordeal we had just been through. The clerk gave an empathetic smile and replied. “I’m so sorry. What a terrible way to start your holiday. Fortunately, like I said before your room has been pre-paid so you can still check in. You just can’t order room service or purchase anything and charge it to your room. I’ll mark your account accordingly. It’s the least we can do.”

My husband thanked the woman and then, taking our keys, we made our way up to our room.

Once inside my husband took charge. “Everyone check their pockets. We need to see how much cash we have.

After my sons and I complied my husband announced. “Altogether we have $42.00.”

“THAT’S IT?” my oldest son asked, “Seriously - only $42 to last an entire week?”

What in the world were we going to do now? We were stuck on this island for a week with practically no cash or credit cards, no luggage, and what’s worse no spare clothes!


Tami Lynn’s Surprise Vacation – Part 2
By: Hooked6

My husband was able to contact our credit card companies and they canceled our accounts and said they would issue us new cards but that it would take seven to ten business days! Why we’d be back home before we even got our cards. We were stuck! To make matters worse, when my husband contacted the airlines to see about leaving for home earlier than we had planned, they were less than sympathetic. They informed him that to change our tickets the charge would be an additional $75 per ticket change fee - $300 extra dollars payable in advance - PLUS the cost difference of the last minute tickets!! So much for leaving early.

Even being careful with our expenditures for food like not eating at our hotel but scavenging for cheap local fare, we were running through our available cash at an alarming rate! Despite being in this tropical paradise, my whole family was miserable! With only the clothes on our backs we couldn’t even enjoy the beach as much as we wanted because with no suits, swimming was out of the question! There was no way I was going to let my sons run around on the beach naked and I doubted they would have wanted to anyway.

Late on our second night on the Island my husband and I were walking along looking at the various shops when we saw a bar filled with people having a good time. “I’ve got it,” he said as he looked up from a poster plastered on the outside wall. “I know how we can make it back home and STILL have a good time while we are here!”

I looked at the poster and said, “A trivia contest?”

“SURE! You know how good I am with trivia. Look, the grand prize is $1000! Why with that amount of cash we could have a blast.”

“Well . . . it says you could win UP TO $1000, not that the grand prize is $1000 and you’d still have to answer all the questions correctly.”

“What have we got to lose? Come on!” He pulled me into the bar and sure enough a contest was in progress. We stood along the wall and watched for a few minutes just to see what was going on.

Two contestants were up on a wooden stage under the bright lights facing the crowd. “Okay,” for the next question: who was the first President of the United States,” an announcer wearing a brightly-colored island shirt asked.

“Seriously? THAT was a trivia question?” my husband whispered softly in my ear. Both contestants got that answer wrong. “If these are the types of questions they are asking, I’ll win this hands down.”

We watched several rounds and it was quite entertaining. The next questions weren’t as easy but standing along the wall listening carefully my husband got everyone one of them right. I know because he continued whispering his answers in my ear before they were revealed by the host. “I’m signing up!” He said excitedly. I can do this! I followed him over to the corner of the bar where the sign-up display was located. “I’d like to sign up for the Championship Round of the Trivia Contest,” my husband said to the lady at the bar.

“The Championship round is a couples round. Do you have a wife or a girlfriend who’d like to play?”

Grabbing me by the arm he shoved me front and center. “I sure do! She’s right here.”

The lady looked me over carefully as if she was studying me for some reason before finally saying, “Oh she’ll do nicely! Just fill out these forms and sign them and bring them back to me. Oh, and the contest rules are on the forms.”

My husband took hold of the papers and thanked the woman and escorted me to an empty table.

“Honey . . . “I said reluctantly, “I don’t know anything about trivia! If I play as your partner we’ll lose for sure. Maybe you had better pick someone else.”

My husband seemingly paid me no mind and continued scanning the forms. “No problem,” he said finally. It seems you don’t HAVE to answer at all. It’s totally up to us who answers. It just has to be a couple that enters the contest.”

I let out a sigh. “That’s a relief. What else does it say?”

“Oh, nothing . . . nothing for you to worry about anyway; It’s just a bunch of rules and regulations . . . so don’t worry your pretty head, my dear.” I thought he had a funny look on his face but perhaps he was just a little nervous as so much was riding on his answers. After all, we really did need the money. Eventually he took out a pen and signed the form. “Here, you sign on the line next to mine.”

I started reading the contest sign-up form so that I could make sure that I didn’t accidentally violate any of the rules. It would be horrible if I ended up being the one who got us disqualified.

“Never mind that dear; I’ve checked it all out. When the time comes you just go up there with me and look pretty. Just leave the rest to me. Please hurry up and sign. We’re running out of time and I have to get these back before someone beats us to it.”

It was against my better judgment but I quickly signed on the dotted line and handed the papers back to my husband, who was off in a flash to hand them in.

In no time at all I heard a musical overture and very bright and colorful spotlights circled the somewhat darkened bar. Everyone in the place suddenly got very quiet as clearly something important was about to happen. “LADIES and GENTLEMEN,” the announcer man said over the loudspeaker in an excited voice. “And now the moment you’ve ALL been waiting for. It’s time to play FACT OR CONSEQUENCES!”

Everyone cheered and began clapping. Fact or Consequences? There must be another game before the Championship Trivia Contest I thought, so I settled back in my chair to watch the fun. Instead I heard the emcee calling our names. “Let’s give them a big round of applause.”

“I thought we were in the Trivia Contest,” I muttered to my husband.

“We are. That’s just what they call it here.”

The spotlight immediately illuminated us as we sat at our table causing the crowd to applaud all the louder. I swear I even heard several wolf-whistles as my husband and I made the long walk to the stage. I guess I still had it, I thought to myself as I smiled and waved to the appreciative crowd.

As we walked across the platform the emcee looked me over in an exaggerated fashion and said teasingly, “Well . . . THIS ought to be interesting, eh folks?” The crowd all laughed and several more wolf-whistles echoed throughout the hall.

I stood there looking out over the crowd and all eyes were upon my husband and me. To say I was nervous would have been a HUGE understatement. I’ve never done well in front of crowds. In fact in school I hated just answering questions in front of the class. I just tried to make the best of it and smile a lot.

The announcer brought me back to Earth when he said, “I’m going ask you ten questions. For each question you answer correctly I’ll give you $250 U.S. dollars.” Then a strange thing happened. Just after he finished saying that the audience began booing.

“$250 dollars?!” I blurted out. “I thought it was only $100. You mean we can earn up to $2,500 dollars?!”

The emcee laughed, “No, that $100 amount was just for the regular trivia contest. You two signed up for Fact or Consequences so you could win a much bigger amount.”

Once again the audience began booing. It was almost as if my husband and I were trying to win their personal cash right out of their wallets or something.

“I assume you both read all the rules and agree to abide by them.”

My husband quickly answered yes before I could even say anything.

“You too, ma’am; Have you read the rules and agree to abide by them?”

Not wanting to cause as scene I nodded my head.

“Okay, then let’s play FACT or CONSEQUENCES!” This time the audience cheered excitedly.

“Your first question is: how many meters are in a Kilometer?”

“One thousand,” my husband immediately answered almost before the man finished asking his question.

“THAT’S CORRECT! You’ve just won $250.00!”

I squealed with excitement and began clapping my hands as I was so proud of him but it seemed I was the only person happy with our correct answer as a chorus of boos once again filled the bar. Why weren’t they cheering us on? I wondered.

“Okay, your next question is: How far can you walk into a forest?”

As I stood there trying to make sense of the question, my husband blurted out, “Half way. Then you are walking out.”

“That’s correct. You now have $500!!”

“WAHOO!” I screamed excitedly as I quickly leaned over and hugged my husband who was standing next to me. Maybe he was right. This was going to be a snap. I began imagining all the things we could do on this island with $2,500!!

The crowd however was subdued and beginning to look disinterested.

“Ready for your next question?” the emcee asked without waiting for an answer. “Okay, here it is: within ten items, how many light bulbs are in the Empire State Building in New York City?”

Oh my Gosh, I have heard people asking that question for years. You mean to tell me that someone has actually counted them? There is really an accurate answer for that? My husband looked at me with a blank expression on his face. “Don’t look at me, I whispered, “I told you I’m no good at this trivia stuff.”

Just then a buzzer sounded and the audience began clapping.

“Oh, too bad,” the announcer guy said feigning disappointment. “The correct answer is 3,194,547.”

“You mean that’s a REAL answer?” My husband asked incredulously.

“Don’t believe me - Google it. It’s an exact number alright.”

Oh well, I thought. I can live with $2,250 just as easily as with $2,500. I was sure missing just one was no big deal. Nobody is perfect.

“Okay, Miss Tami, is it? Which article of clothing are you going to destroy?”

“WHAT?!!!”

The announcer just smiled, “You said you read the rules. For each question you get wrong or answer incorrectly you, my dear, must face the CONSEQUENCES – that is you lose a piece of clothing that you are wearing right now.”

I gave my husband such a dirty look. If looks could kill, he would have been dead right then and there! I KNEW I should have read those rules!

I was only wearing a bra, panties, a sundress and my sandals. “Um, can I lose my shoes?” I asked nervously as I began taking them off.

“No I’m afraid not. Shoes don’t count, remember?”

Oh crap! I was screwed.

Tami Lynn’s Surprise Vacation – Part 3
By: Hooked6


I nervously looked around the room and people were smiling and clearly having a good time. Alcohol does that I suppose. I wanted to back out. “What if I decide to quit?” I asked hoping to end this nicely.

“You lose your winnings AND you must pay back the bar an additional penalty fee of $500 for lost business. I’m sure you remember that in the rules.”

There was no way we could afford to pay the penalty AND we really needed the money my spouse already earned. I decided just to put my faith in my husband’s ability. Not wanting to expose any more of me than necessary I reached into my sleeve and began removing my bra, eventually pulling it out of my arm hole. The moment it became visible the crowd went wild hooting and hollering.

I was totally embarrassed as I walked over to the announcer guy and handed to him.

“Oh no, my dear; you don’t give it to me. You must put in in the box over there,” he said pointing to a rather large metal object at the back of the stage.

“Box?”

“Yes, our industrial shredder. For each question you get wrong you must DESTROY an article of clothing.”

“WHAT?”

My husband was growing impatient and yelled rather firmly across the stage, “Just do it, Okay. It’s no big deal.” It was easy for him to say as HE wasn’t the one giving up his undergarment.

I walked over to the machine and opened the lid on top and put my bra inside and reclosed the lid.

“Now push that red button on the front there . . . “

“This one?”

“That’s right. Just push it.” The moment I did that, a loud mechanical grinding noise ensued much to the utter delight of the crowd! I began to feel flushed and hot all over as I realized that my bra was being totally and completely shredded – destroyed never to be used again! What made it all the more embarrassing was that everyone in the bar knew it as well.

As I walked back to take my place at center stage next to my husband I was painfully aware of how much my now unsupported breasts jiggled and swayed with each step I took. Looking down I could even see my nipples quite obviously poking at the thin fabric of my sundress. Once I had reached my place I immediately folded my arms across my chest and looked at the floor. I angrily whispered to my husband, “You’d better ass get the rest of these questions right, mister!”

“Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly, “Piece of cake.”

“For your next question and possibly another $250; in 1834, what city in Upper Canada became incorporated as what we all know now as Toronto?”

“Oh my god, PLEASE tell me you know this,” I asked him in a panic as I was already down to my last two remaining pieces of covering!

“I’m thinking . . .” he said as he shushed me. “Um, would that be Beaver falls?”

A buzzer went off and the crowd cheered wildly. “No, I’m sorry the correct answer is YORK. The U.S. had New York and Canada had the village of York.” Then the emcee looked at me with a HUGE grin and said, “Looks like Tami Lynn is going to lose another article of her clothing!”

The crowd began whooping and hollering again as a drummer began a “Tick, boom-boom, Tick, boom-boom, Tick boom-boom” beat that made me blush profusely. Several of the male patrons also whistled quite loudly as I knew what I had to do. I carefully reached under my dress and pulled off my panties – my favorite silky-smooth sexy panties that I had worn specifically to please my partner - and quickly balled them up in my hand.

The announcer made me show them off to the crowd by saying, “let’s see what kind of underwear sexy women in America are wearing these days. What do you say, folks, do you want to see them?” A HUGE roar echoed throughout the hall at his comment practically demanding that I follow through. “Hold them up so they all can see, little lady.”

I was never so humiliated in all my life. I begrudgingly held up my panties to the crowd trying NOT to act like I was bothered by it all but I was sure that everyone out there knew how embarrassing this was for me.

“Is that a wet spot I see there,” the announcer said teasingly almost causing me to faint with shame as many in the crowd laughed!! One lady at a table next to the stage yelled out at the top of her lungs, “She’s nothing but a tart,” whatever that meant.

I was then made to do the walk of shame towards the big metal machine at the back of the stage and deposit my panties to be shredded. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the announcer guy pushed the button, but having to start the machine myself, knowing full well what was going to happen, made it all the more painful. I was left with only my sundress to protect my modesty and virtue from all those prying eyes!!

Upon reaching my spouse I angrily said, “If you EVER want to have sex again, buster, you had BETTER NOT miss any more questions!”

“Hey, If you think you can do any better just chime right in. Otherwise, cut me some slack will ya? I’m doing the best I can.”

“For your next question . . . and your answer might end up being VERY REVEALING . . .” The announcer teased causing the crowd to really laugh it up at that remark. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,” He said feigning regret. “Anyway, to be fair, I’ll ask a sports question now. All guys are into sports trivia, right? So I’ll give you a sporting chance to win more cash. In1964, a famous U.S. heavyweight boxer changed his name to Muhammad Ali. What was his original FULL name given to him at birth?”

I scowled at my husband practically threatening him with my eyes if he missed this one. As much as he was into sports he had better NOT get this one wrong.

“Oooooo, I know this . . . it’s ah . . . Clyde, no Clay something . . . I really do know this you know . . . um – just give me a second . . . I’ve almost got it . . .”

Just then a buzzer sounded and I screamed in agony! “YOU IDIOT . . . How COULD you?!”

“Sorry, times up. The correct answer is Cassius Clay.”

“Wait . . . I said Clay . . .” my husband protested, “Doesn’t that count?”

“Sorry the question was what was his FULL name given to him at birth; you only gave his last name. I’m afraid you gave an incorrect answer.”

The crowd practically raised the roof of the place as they were screaming so loudly knowing full well what was going to happen next!

“Oh please . . . you don’t understand. This is all I have to wear. I don’t have anything else. It was all stolen yesterday.” I pleaded trying to build up sympathy. “We are stuck here for an entire week. If I destroy this dress I’ll . . . I’ll be NAKED the whole time!”

“Take it off . . . Take it off . . . Take it off . . .” came the chant from the crowd. Obviously my reasons for keeping the dress only made them more determined to see me destroy it!

“But . . . can’t I just take it off? Do I really have to shred it too?”

“Shred it . . . shred it . . . shred it . . .” the crowd shouted like a cheesy episode of the Jerry Springer Show.

I looked out over the crowd and there wasn’t one single person who wasn’t smiling or laughing at me and my predicament. Why even the announcer guy was grinning wildly.


Tami Lynn’s Surprise Vacation – Part 4
By: Hooked6

My husband couldn’t even look me in the eye. After all, it really was all HIS fault. I knew damn well that he was aware of the rules before this even started and he knew what would happen to me if he got a wrong answer. He deliberately kept me in the dark. He was just so cock-sure of himself that he didn’t even THINK about MY feelings and was willing to risk it anyway.

“Take it off . . . Take it off . . . Take is off!” The chant continued growing louder and more emphatic by the minute.

“Come on Tami Lynn . . . we’re waiting . . .” the announcer guy taunted as he pointed at me with his finger. Once again I looked out over the audience. I could see people of all ages – men and women, young and old – each seemed to have a lustful look in their eyes. I was stuck with no respectable way out to preserve my dignity.

“TAKE IT OFF . . . TAKE IT OFF . . . TAKE IT OFF!”

With no other choice available, I reached down and grabbed the hem of my dress and in one swift motion I pulled it over my head exposing me to the crowd. The noise in that place was deafening! There I stood naked and totally humiliated; baring everything I had to all those strangers! When my brain began to work again, I immediately used my arms to cover myself – much to the disappointment of the crowd. I was then forced to once again make that horrible march to that dreaded machine – this time baring my naked behind to everyone.

Pushing that button was the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life! Once done and the machine started making its munching mechanical squalling, I knew my fate was sealed. All I had to my name at that moment was my birthday suit not to mention being a thousand miles away from home. What a chilling thought that was. I had visions of me trying to get through airport security completely naked or something equally embarrassing like trying to explain to the security guards why I was only wearing a stolen hotel towel!

At least it was now all over and done with. I consoled myself with the fact that my husband had won $500, which we could now keep and one of the first things I was going to do was send him out to buy me some new clothes!!

Turning around I was greeted with a huge enthusiastic round of appreciative applause. Gone were the degrading comments and whistles. That was nice. It seemed that most of the people realized just how hard this was for me and were now showing their gratitude. I somehow managed an awkward smile and waved briefly as if to say “you’re welcome.”

When I turned to exit the stage and hide myself from all those prying eyes and those intensely bright spotlights, I heard the emcee say, “Okay, your next question is . . .”

“Wait, what next question?” I asked in a stupor.

“I’ve only asked 5 of the 10 questions so far. You guys still have 5 to go.”

“But I’m already NAKED for Pete’s sakes . . . oh wait - you mean that if my husband gets another wrong answer HE has to strip?!” Suddenly things were looking up! “COOL!” I exclaimed. “It will serve him right! Bring it on.”

“Um no, that’s not how it works,” the announcer guy said. “He still has to answer the next five questions and you two still have a good chance to earn more cash.”

“But . . .?”

“The ‘But’ is, if he gets another incorrect answer YOU have to suffer the consequences – remember the name of this contest is fact or CONSEQUENCES.”

“But I’m already NAKED! What else can I do?”

The audience immediately howled with laughter at my question.

“Oh come on . . .” I whined.

“How about another sports question,” the emcee asked my husband without missing a beat. “You seemed so close with that last one. I’ll even give you a sneak peak at the subject to see if you want to try it.”

“Okay, what’s it pertaining to?”

“American Major League Baseball; in fact I’ll even go so far as to say it’s concerning Henry “Hank” Aaron. Do you want to try this question or should I pick something else at random?”

“I’ll try it.” he said giving me a confident look. I knew he was a BIG baseball fan so I felt at least we had a shot at winning another $250. In fact if we did, I was keeping that money all for myself. I was picturing a whole new wardrobe before we left the Islands.

“In 1954, Henry “Hank” Aaron hit his FIRST of 755 major league home runs breaking Babe Ruth’s long standing record. What team was he playing for when he hit that first home run?”

My husband scratched his chin. “Let’s see it couldn’t have been the Atlanta Braves as that team didn’t exist until the late 1960’s. Since we are talking the 1950’s, I’ll say it was for the Boston Braves!”

I was impressed with his reasoning and his answer. That seemed logical to me. Heck, I would have answered Atlanta. At least he knew enough not to jump on the easy answer and thought things through for a minute.

“Ooooooo, sorry, that’s incorrect. You were close though. It was the Milwaukee Braves. The Boston Braves moved the franchise to Milwaukee where Hank Aaron joined the team. Later the Milwaukee Braves eventually moved to Atlanta where they currently remain.”

The crowd began cheering once again and all I could think of was “now what?” I didn’t have to wait long for my answer.

“Tami, pick a number between 1 and 5.”

“One,” I said with my voice cracking a bit.

The emcee reached over to the bar and picked up a red envelope with a large, black number “One” on the cover and held it up for the audience to see. “Okay, Miss Tami Lynn, I’m going to read aloud the contents of the envelope you chose and you then have to face the consequences of your husband’s stupidity and do the task written on that paper. Got it?”

“Task? What do you mean task?”

Several chuckles were heard around the room after they heard my question. They obviously had seen this contest before.

“Well, usually when people play this game, the ladies wear MUCH more clothing than what you were wearing. In fact, most of the time, the ladies never really end up nude as they have so much on. YOU, on the other hand, are a GOOD SPORT!! Whenever someone gets naked so quickly – like you for instance - we continue the game using a series of tasks. To keep it fair the contestant gets to pick at random from a series of envelopes. In essence you have chosen your own fate! It’s all outlined in the rules.”

“Oh my . . .”

“The tasks range from silly to well, downright humiliating. Are you ready?”

I swallowed hard and nervously looked around the room once more. I felt so submissive being the only naked person in the entire bar. “I . . . I guess so.”


Tami Lynn’s Surprise Vacation – Part 5
By: Hooked6


“You’re in luck, little lady. It’s an INSIDE task.”

“Inside task . . . you mean there are OUTSIDE TASKS TOO?!”

“Maybe . . . You’ll just have to wait and see.” Everyone laughed again. “This is a two part chore, however. The first part is to come closer to the end of the stage . . . come on we haven’t got all day . . . that’s it. Hold it right there.” He glanced for a moment at the paper and read aloud, “You are to turn around so that your back is facing the audience, bend over like you are trying to touch your toes and then using your hands spread your cheeks wide so everyone can have a good look at what nature gave you. You must hold that position for FIVE minutes.”

“OH MY GAWD! NO!”

“I’m afraid so. Would you feel better if your husband verified that’s what it said?”

“Oh for Pete’s sakes . . .” I muttered in disgust before turning around and bending over. “Let’s just get on with it.” I could barely find the courage to bring my hands up to my butt cheeks to pull them apart. Somehow, however, I managed to do it. I was so mortified at the thought that all these people were now looking at my most intimate of places and what was worse, I was incredibly WET too! There were several “ooooo’s” and “Ahhhhh’s” but what got to me the most was the giggling and the comments like, ‘She looks so stupid standing like that! And “She’s got a really cute Cooter.”

“Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I heard chairs being moved across the wooden floors. “What are they . . .”

Then I saw a flash, then another and another. They were taking pictures of me bent over like that! Just as that horrifying thought had sunk into my head, I saw several men and what was worse, several young GIRLS too, all standing next to the stage taking close-up photos of me!! There was no telling where those photos were going to end up. I quickly buried my face into my thighs as I tried to keep my position. For all I knew if I moved the emcee might start the damn timer over again. Doing this once was bad enough but doing it twice was out of the question!!

“Time’s up.” He said giggling. I started to straighten up but he quickly added, “Oh no, miss. We aren’t done yet. You still have to do the second part. Just stay bent over like that, but you can relax your hands off your rear end if you would like.”

He then asked my husband to pick a number between 1 and 122.

“64” he answered proudly.

“Will someone from table 64 come up on stage?”

I heard a wild outburst from some male member of the audience and I couldn’t help but turn around to see what appeared to be some college guy jumping up and down and then enthusiastically running up towards the stage.

“Miss Tami, pick a number between 1 and 5. Please,” The emcee guy instructed me as I heard the guy rumbling up the stairs to the stage.

“2.”

Everyone was giggling including my very own husband!! I wanted to slap him silly for that.

The emcee guy walked over behind me and asked the college kid what his name was. As I stood there bent over exposing my butt to these two men standing right behind me, the emcee continued asking the new guy even more background questions like where he was from and how he liked the Islands so far – stuff like that. As far as I could tell the whole time they were looking right at my backside and my charms framed in the middle as I could feel their eyes burning into my flesh. I had no idea what the next part was on the paper but I knew it had better not involve sex! Money or no, I’d be out of there in a flash.

“Okay, dude. Tami here picked the number TWO. For the second part of her task, she must endure TWO slaps across her bottom given with your bare hand!”

I immediately stood up, turned around to face them both and shouted, “HE”S GOING TO SPANK ME?!”

The athletically-built kid looked like he could really put a hurt on me too.

“Just twice,” the emcee said. “Don’t worry. This guy was here last night and he knows the rules.”

Damn, I wish I had known the rules before getting myself into this mess!

Reluctantly I resumed my position but not before looking at that guy once more. My legs almost gave out from under me as I caught him winking at me as I started to turn back around.

Suddenly I felt the warmth of his hand against my bare skin. He just rested it there as he kept talking to the announcer guy. Then after a moment or two he began rubbing my butt cheeks making sensuous circles – softly and tenderly - as he asked, “Anywhere in here, right?”

“Yes,” the emcee replied, “just be sure not to strike her lower back or upper thighs.”

“You mean like down here?” The kid asked as I suddenly gasped as I felt his hand grab my upper thigh – his fingers dangerously close to my labia! The audience once again chuckled at his remark as he just continued holding his hand around my thigh.

“That’s right,” the announcer guy replied and he too then grabbed my other inside thigh causing me to gasp even deeper as there were now TWO sets of hands pawing between my legs, “This area is off limits.”

“Got it,” the kid said and they both let go of my legs and stepped back.

“Anytime you’re ready,” the emcee said.

WHAP!

I squealed at the sudden impact and instinctively rubbed my bottom. I don’t know what startled me more – the stinging of the slap or the immense sound that echoed through the bar!

“ONE,” Came the shout from practically everyone in the bar.

The kid began rubbing my cheeks again as if he was lining up his next slap. He may have been prolonging his little episode of fun but it was driving me crazy! I was as wet as ever. If he didn’t stop that soon I was going to climax right there on stage in front of everyone and he wasn’t even touching any of my good parts! It was all so darned erotic I couldn’t help myself.

WHAP!

I shrieked again, only this time like a little school girl, causing the entire bar to erupt in hysterics.

“TWO!” Came the enthusiastic chorus from the onlookers followed by a round of applause which I assumed was for me but perhaps might have been intended for that college kid.

Once again I soon found myself facing the audience awaiting the next question.

“You know,” the announcer guy said looking right at me. “That may have been your last task IF your husband gets the next four questions right. It’s possible you know.”

“Screw him! I’M answering the next question. If I’m going down I might as well be in control of my own fate.”

“YOU GO GIRL,” some lady in the audience shouted supportively as several people laughed in agreement.

“Okay, your next question: If a car is traveling west at 60 miles an hour and another car is traveling . . .”

“OH, SCREW THAT! I hate these types of math questions! I give up.”

“Don’t you even want to TRY and guess?”

“Fine - The first car; the one heading west.”

“That’s right!” the announcer guy exclaimed in amazement. “You actually got it right! You just won another $250!”

“You’re kidding me! I DID? I actually got it right?! I don’t believe it!”

Even though it meant their fun was curtailed somewhat by me answering correctly I actually got a round of applause! I gave an appreciative bow and asked for the next question.

“Which color is NOT a primary color, Red, Blue, Green or Yellow?”

“Oh Crap I should have paid more attention in art class. Um . . . Yellow?”

“No. I’m sorry. Yellow is a primary color. The answer we were looking for is GREEN. Green is a secondary color obtained by mixing blue and yellow.” The crowd went crazy once again knowing that I was now going to have to do another task.

“Pick a number between 2 and 5.”

“Okay, TWO.”

The emcee picked up the envelope and opened it. “Oooooooooo, an OUTSIDE TASK!”

“You mean I have to go outside this bar . . . like . . . completely NAKED?! Are you out of your mind?!”


Tami Lynn’s Surprise Vacation – Part 6
By: Hooked6



The emcee laughed and started to read from the paper he had just pulled out of the envelope.

“You are to walk across the street to the restaurant called Bahama Joe’s Pub, and ask the hostess for the owner. His name is Joe. He will give you a package which you will then bring back to this bar.”

“You want me to walk out there, cross the street and enter a public restaurant completely NAKED to get some stupid package??”

“Oh you won’t be completely naked. That wouldn’t be right.”

“Oh thank goodness!”

“We’ll give you something to wear,” he said as he walked over and handed me a small sealed bag.

I hurriedly opened it up and I was totally confused. “What in the heck is this little thing?” The audience laughed as I held it up to the announcer guy. “It won’t cover anything at all!”

“THAT, my dear, is a sound-activated vibrating vaginal egg.”

“What the hell . . .? I thought you said I wouldn’t be naked.”

“Well . . . you won’t be . . . not in the strictest sense, anyway and what I said was that we’d give you something to wear and I just did.”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” I snapped back sarcastically. “So you want me to WEAR this thing . . . down there . . . I have to put it in, um, you-know-where . . . in front of all these people?!”

“She catches on quick, doesn’t she, folks?” Sporadic clapping was heard around the room and people giggled here and there.

“You’ve GOT to be kidding.”

The announcer guy seemed to be ignoring my question and just kept grinning from ear to ear without saying another word.

“I don’t think so,” I said firmly.

“Honey,” my husband said walking over to me. “Don’t forget, we’ve got 5 days to go here with only $1.85 to our name. If you quit now we lose the $750 I’ve won so far.”

“YOU’VE won? I’ve got news for you buster, I got a question right too, ya know. Besides it’s all YOUR fault that we’re in this mess anyway.”

Then he said the magic phrase that changed everything. NO . . . it wasn’t, “Honey I love you,” which would have been nice to hear right about then. Nope, he said, “Besides if you quit now we won’t have any money to buy you some clothes. You’ll be naked the rest of the week. Think about that, why don’t you?”

THAT did it. “So how do I put this thing in anyway?” I asked innocently.

“Just shove it up there and try not to let it fall out.”

“Without any lube?” I protested.

“Honey,” he said mockingly, “from what I’ve seen you won’t need any.”

His comment made me blush profusely and caused the crowd to laugh out loud.

I looked at this little egg and couldn’t see anything to indicate any particular side that was marked “up.” So I took the more pointed end and started to place it between my legs when I realized I was still facing the audience. I looked up, blushed some more and turned around so that my back was now facing the bar patrons.

A resounding chorus of “BOO’s” ensued. “Alright, alright; I heard ya, Geez.” Reluctantly I turned back around and let them watch the whole insertion thing. I was mortified to say the least. It went in easier than I thought but I soon realized that in order to keep it there I would have to keep my muscles clenched in sort of a permanent Kegel exercise. I must have looked ridiculous.

The announcer guy hushed the audience and said he was about to turn it on. An eerie silence overtook the room as I just stood there, legs tightly together, pelvic muscles clenched looking and feeling ABSOLUTELY ridiculous.

“SO . . . How’s it feel?” the guy asked loudly into the microphone. As he spoke I simultaneously felt an intense vibration down there that totally took me by surprise. I moaned and bent over slightly at the waist. It was a mixture of great pleasure and a little heat. It felt weird to say the least. Every time someone laughed or clapped or made a noise, that darned egg vibrated and kept vibrating until the noise stopped! As soon as the room got quiet again and the egg stopped vibrating, I let out a huge, “WHEW!” and everyone laughed all over again making the thing shake and tremble inside me once more!

“I’ll never be able to cross the street like this!” I protested but that only made everyone laugh all the more!

“Good luck, babe,” my husband said with an encouraging look on his face. If I didn’t know better I’d swear that he was actually enjoying my humiliation.

Climbing off the stage trying NOT to drop the egg was difficult to say the least. I’m not sure that the egg would have really fallen out if I had unclenched my muscles but it sure felt like it would have.

Walking among the crowd as I headed towards the front door was nerve-racking. My naked body was within inches of practically EVERYONE’S face! To my great relief, no one tried to grope me but their constant stares at my anatomy was a little hard to take. It didn’t help matters that stupid drummer began beating out a marching rhythm on his snare drum which made my egg go wild!! It was all I could do not to orgasm right then and there as I was so worked up having been naked for so long in such a public place.

Once I reached the door I stopped – petrified at the thought of walking out among all those people – mostly tourists – milling around the shops. What would they think? Would they call the police? It was still light outside too. It wasn’t like I could sneak out under cover of darkness hiding my body in the shadows or anything. No, once I stepped out that door I’d be seen for sure!

“Out that door . . . Out that door . . . Out that door,” the crowed began chanting. My heart was literally pounding now. I HAD to get this over with. Like my husband so cruelly pointed out – we needed the money!

That vibrating egg finally convinced me to move. With all that chanting, the egg vibrations were about to make me climax and the last thing I wanted to do was have one of those with everyone watching!

OUT THAT DOOR . . . OUT THAT DOOR . . . OUT THAT DOOR,” the chanting continued growing ever louder by the minute!

Though I was trembling from fear, I opened the door and was about to take off running when I lost it. “OOooooooOOOOOOHHHHH SHIiiiiiitttttttTTTTTTTT!” I began convulsing wildly as I came face to face with several dozen onlookers in the street who all witnessed my unpreventable orgasm. I came harder than I can ever remember myself doing. I was gasping for breath trying to stand still through all the vaginal spasms as there was no way I could walk! I was so embarrassed that I actually lost control of my pelvic muscles and, to my utter and complete shame right in the middle of my climax that stupid egg popped out and landed on the wooden boardwalk in full view of EVERYONE! With all the noise from the bar coming through the open door, it was still vibrating too!

At first, the people in the street were in like total shock or something. Then, after seeing the vibrating egg jiggling on the sidewalk they began laughing – softly at first but then turning into full-blown hysterical belly laughs.

I wanted to die but my body was still winding down from the throws of my orgasm. All I could do was stand there until it abated – literally oozing wetness between my legs.

When I regained my composure, I panicked! I know I wasn’t thinking clearly as all I could think of at that moment was to re-insert that stupid egg and finish my task as I had been instructed – which was getting that damn package. So, like some cheap whore, I picked it up, brushed it off and even though it was still vibrating I stuck it back up inside myself and then took off running – right through all those dazed and laughing spectators.

(Looking back in hindsight, I wonder if I was really motivated to follow instructions to the letter or if I really just didn’t want to lose that egg! One of these days I’m just going to HAVE to get me one of those!!)

[Hooked6]

Tami Lynn’s Surprise Vacation – Part 7
By: Hooked6

(Tami Lynn gets strip-searched in front of a crowd)


I dodged the cars zooming about the street and pushed my way past several startled passersby until I reached the sidewalk opposite my bar. I looked up at the sign on the building and it said, “Bahama Joe’s Pub.” This was the right place!

“Look! That lady is naked!” I heard someone say mockingly. That was enough of a reminder that I had better get inside. I yanked open the door to the pub and was immediately greeted by a blast of noise some may have called “music.” To me, however, it was just sheer torture as it was so loud my egg was not just vibrating, it was having convulsions deep within my pelvis! Once again I doubled over from the sensations down there and had to make a concerted effort just to bring myself upright and walk inside.

The girl at the hostess stand was all smiles. “Dinner for one . . . or will 100 other guys be joining you shortly?”

“Oh very funny, ha, ha, ha,” I snapped sarcastically. “I’d like to see the owner, Joe, right away please.”

“Honey, we aren’t that kind of pub. We don’t hire strippers here.”

“I’m not here about a job,” I said biting my lip trying not to give away the fact that I was wearing a vibrating egg that was keeping me on the edge of another tumultuous orgasm. My face was already contorted trying NOT to let on what was happening down below and my face was certainly flushed. That damn music wasn’t helping as intense sexual pressure was building to a crescendo once again!

She put her hands on her hips, looked me over condescendingly – giving me the look most women give their rivals who they obviously regard as a threat. “So WHY are you here then? And WHY are you NAKED?”

“Look Sweetheart, I’m in a hurry here and I don’t have time to explain. Just get Joe and I’ll be on my way, okay.”


Wait here,” she snapped flippantly and walked off. Soon she returned with a huge muscular man following behind her.

Not waiting for an introduction I took several steps towards them as they approached, held out my hand and said, “Hello. I’m Tami. You must be Joe. It’s nice to meet you . . .”

Just then the big guy grabbed my outstretched hand, pulled it behind me and began unceremoniously ushering me towards the door. “We don’t need your kind around here; now beat it!”

With that he shoved me right out the door slamming it behind me. Once again I was naked on the sidewalk as everyone looked at me with puzzled stares and hilarious laughter. I could only imagine what they were thinking seeing me literally thrown out of a bar naked.

I gave a nervous laugh, “He, he . . . just a misunderstanding; that’s all; nothing to worry about, really.” Not to be deterred I turned around, yanked open the door and was determined to try again to see Joe, the owner only to come face to face with Mr. Bouncer guy again.

He didn’t say a word. The scowl on his face said all there was to say, well that and the menacing finger he was pointing at the door, that is. Defeated once again I left this time of my own accord. If that egg hadn’t been grinding away at my insides I would have told him a thing or two, believe you me. But as it was, it was all I could do just to keep my composure.

Once outside I let out a HUGE huff! I was MAD – and getting madder by the minute! NOBODY gets in my face and treats me like that. Contest or not this was becoming personal.

Based on my personal experience I knew that the kitchen help often congregated out back to get some fresh air and take a break from the heat of cooking. THEY would surely know Joe and my hope was that I could prevail upon them to get him for me.

I marched myself around the building and sure enough there were several guys loitering just outside an open door all smoking a cigarette. “Excuse me,” I said sweetly.

I didn’t get a chance to say anything else before the wolf-whistles and the gutter talk started. Suddenly I realized just how vulnerable I was. “Just don’t show any fear,” I told myself as I continued walking towards them. “Try and act confident.” That was actually much easier to do now that the egg had silenced itself as I was out of range of the cars on the street and that darned music.

“Excuse me guys, I need to see the owner, Joe.”

“You can see me,” one of the young men said as he started to unzip his pants.

“Cute,” I said trying to act as if seeing his penis sticking out of his fly didn’t really bother me – and what a nice penis it was too, but that was the egg talking, I think. “He’s expecting me. Tell him I’m here to pick up a package.”

Just then all three guys got a serious, stone-cold look on each of their faces. “Yes ma’am; right away ma’am.” One of them said nervously and quickly took off through the kitchen.

The other guys began apologizing profusely for their rude behavior. “We’re really sorry, Miss. We didn’t know who you were. We didn’t mean nothing by it; you know how it is. It’ll NEVER happen again, we promise.” I then watched in astonishment as the guy with his erect penis poking through his fly had it practically shrink to the point it was almost undiscernible in a matter of seconds.

Well THAT was certainly a change of events. I had no idea what that was all about but I wasn’t going to complain. “No problem, guys. Relax. Everything’s cool.”

Just then a smartly-dressed man in a suit and tie appeared at the back door and looked me over. At first he had a serious, almost worried expression on his face. Then, after looking me up and down, he began to laugh. “You’re from the bar across the street, right?”

“Yeah, I came to pick up a package. I’m in that trivia contest over there and I lost.”

Joe began elbowing his employees playfully, “Ya hear that boys, she’s in a TRIVIA contest.”

They all began laughing as if they were relieved or something like it was an inside joke perhaps. “You wait here, little lady. I’ll get your package.” With that Joe went off laughing hysterically.

While he was gone one of the boys was still grinning and giggling. “What’s so funny?” I finally asked.


“Heh, we all thought you was from the syndicate and had come to collect your cut. Joe doesn’t have the cash yet! You should have seen his face when I told him you were here to get the package. He almost crapped his pants!”

“Yeah,” his partner continued, “and all the time you was really from across the street!” They all began laughing again as if the whole thing was hilarious. I then realized just how close I had come to being in real danger and I just wanted to get out of there.

“Here ya go, little lady. Here’s your package.” Joe said with a smile. “Come back any time. Tell Harvey I said hello, will ya?”


“Ah, sure thing,” I said nervously as I made a beeline for the front of the building. All I wanted to do was get the hell out of there. Pickpockets, thieves, syndicates . . . what kind of place did my husband pick for a vacation, anyway?

Just as I got back to the front of the building I spotted it – the cab and more importantly the cab DRIVER that stole our luggage! He was letting off a fare right in front of Bahama Joe’s Pub!

“HEY YOU,” I shouted wildly, but he apparently didn’t hear me or was afraid of being caught because he quickly drove off. “STOP THIEF,” I yelled as I started running down the road after him – yes still trying desperately to keep my precious egg from plopping out of me!

Everyone looked on as I ran down the street completely naked, waving my arms while yelling for that man to stop! At this point I was ever so grateful that the announcer guy had insisted that shoes didn’t count during the trivia contest. I would have hated to have been running on this rough roadway in bare feet.

Cars were honking behind me trying to get me to get out of the way so they could resume their ridiculous speeds. I somehow managed to keep the car in sight for quite some distance, a half a mile perhaps, before I eventually lost him. Finally, I stopped running and stood there naked in the road trying to catch my breath – disappointed and exhausted.

Then it happened!


Tami Lynn’s Surprise Vacation – Part 8
By: Hooked6

“Excuse me, Miss,” a firm but respectful male voice bellowed from behind me. “You can’t do that here. You must come with us.”

I suddenly felt a hand forcefully grab my arm. Fearing for my safety, I instinctively tried to pull away as I turned around to see who it was that was accosting me. I gave up my attempt at resisting when I saw that I was in the grasp of a tall but oh-so-muscular Police Officer. His not-so-athletic partner was jogging up right behind him as well; half out of breath.

“It’s about time you caught her,” he said gasping for air. “I’ve been after her for three blocks!”

“Wait . . . you don’t understand,” I protested as I pointed down the street with my free hand, “that man . . . he . . .”

“Save it Miss. You can’t be out here like this. You must come with us,” he said with a leering smile.

“But . . . hold on . . . just listen to me!” My pleadings were obviously falling on deaf ears and I was so frustrated that I tried to yank my arm away from the man so he would stop walking me off the street and hear me out. Not one of my brightest ideas, I must say.

“THAT does it,” he said as he whipped out his handcuffs and proceeded to securely place them around my wrists behind my back. “I’m sorry, lady; but you can’t do what you are trying to do. You must come with us.”

“But . . . PLEASE . . . you HAVE to listen to me,” I pleaded once more as the second officer took hold of my other arm and together they began escorting me once again towards the sidewalk.

“You can explain everything at the station.”

A rather large crowd had gathered to watch the commotion and, as I was forced to walk naked through that ever-increasing crowd, everyone got an up close and personal look at me. In fact several times we had to squeeze our way through amongst the bystanders causing many of them to “accidentally” rub up against me in the most awkward of places. With my hands cuffed behind me I had no way to protect my body from all the unwanted touching. I cringed every time I felt that happening.

At first, people were just curious about what was going on. Pretty much everyone just stopped what they had been doing and gawked at the naked lady being arrested. But, after we had made our way down the sidewalk past many shops and cafes, people began laughing and carrying on making all sorts of snide and crude comments about me or my body.

“What did the whore get arrested for –overcharging?”

“Nah, she probably got arrested for assault – poking somebody’s eye out with those pointy nips of hers.”

It was all one big joke for many of them – but not for me!

Of course, needless to say with all the shouting and laughter from the bystanders, my secretly hidden, noise-activated vaginal egg was vibrating like crazy adding to my torment. I was desperate not to have a repeat performance like I had earlier in front of the bar when my egg fell out in the throes of a violent orgasm. I just couldn’t have that happen while in police custody. I just COULDN’T! I also did my best to try and hold the egg in place without having it discovered as I simultaneously tried to keep my face from giving me away. I must have looked like a complete idiot as I was dragged along clenching my pelvic muscles. What the expressions on my face must have looked like to those watching me I dared not think about. What made matters worse was that I was so close – EVER SO CLOSE, actually, to losing control. I was right on the edge.

“Excuse us,” the officers beseeched the crowd, “make way; let us pass.”

I was so embarrassed. My face was flushed and my legs were growing weaker by the minute. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be able to stand this. People were taking pictures and everyone was giggling and staring at me – and at my NAKED body! I am such a private person. Having my body exposed like this in front of so many people was maddening! Stripping off as part of a trivia contest in front a small crowd because we desperately needed the money was one thing, but being paraded handcuffed and naked through town by the authorities was quite another. Things just couldn’t get worse, I thought.

“MOM?!!”

OH MY GOSH! It was my eldest son. He was right in front of me on the sidewalk standing next to his younger brother and we were heading straight for them. “RYAN!” I exclaimed in a panic as I tried desperately to turn away and hide my body from them, but the officers had me held fast and all I could do was bend slightly at the waste – which did little to hide anything from their view.

“What’s going on, mom? Why are you naked?!”

“Yeah, what’d you do?”

I wanted to just die! I was so mortified that my sons were seeing me like this but there was nothing that I could do. Of course the officers were kind enough to stop right in front of my sons giving them a prolonged view of their unclad mother. I suppose they figured that I needed to talk with them and felt obliged to grant me that courtesy. I wished they hadn’t been so thoughtful!

“I’ll explain later,” I said with my voice cracking – in part from sheer terror and in part from the intense vibrations from that damn vaginal egg! “It’s not what it looks like. You two just get on back to the hotel, do you hear me?”

“But mom . . . what’s going on? Where’s dad?”

“LISTEN TO ME. GET BACK TO THE HOTEL.”

The officers then motioned for my sons to step aside and we resumed our march to the Police Station. Of course my sons weren’t about to let this just go and they began following us walking along side of me.

“Are you in trouble, mom?”

“Yeah, are you a STREAKER?” my youngest asked giggling his fool head off. “Oh, man . . . wait’ll the guys here about this - our mom acting like she was on an episode of ‘Girls Gone Wild.’ They aren’t going to believe this,” he said as he raised up his cell phone to take a picture.

“PUT THAT THING DOWN AND GET YOUR ASSES BACK TO THE HOTEL THIS INSTANT, DO YOU HEAR ME!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. THAT was a mistake as the egg reacted to my shouting and convulsed inside of me so hard that it pushed me over the edge. ““OOooooooOOOOOOHHHHH SHIiiiiiitttttttTTTTTTTT!” NOT AGAIN!!!” I cried as my body went limp, no longer able to support itself and I literally collapsed towards the ground being held up only by my arms as the officers tried to keep me from falling completely and hurting myself. Fortunately this time I somehow managed to clench my pelvic muscles even tighter during my orgasm and the egg stayed in place – which only heightened the pleasurable sensations and prolonged my agony and ecstasy.


MOM?! Are you alright?” my eldest asked in a panic. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

All I could do was look at them silently until the spasms subsided. What kind of mother was I – having an orgasm on a public street as my family watched! The mental horror of my situation wasn’t enough, however, to overcome the immense sensations below and I had no choice but to give in and let nature and my body do what it had to do. It wasn’t like I was doing this on purpose. I NEVER would have done this on purpose!

“Miss . . . Miss . . .” one officer pleaded trying to make sure I didn’t pass out.

“I’m . . . I’m . . . okay . . .” I managed to softly whisper as the spasms subsided. “I just felt a little woozy there for a minute. I’ll be alright.”

“You two had better listen to your mother and get back to the hotel as she said,” the overweight officer commanded.

“Okay,” Ryan replied hesitantly. “You just take care of our mom.”

“She’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be fine . . . just fine! Yeah, right,” I said to myself sarcastically as my sons started walking away giggling like a bunch of school kids at a playground. I could only imagine what was going to happen next.

My youngest son blurted out, “Did you see that Ryan . . . our mom is HOT!”

I almost fainted again.


Tami Lynn’s Surprise Vacation – Part 9
By: Hooked6


All conversation ceased the moment we entered what passed for the local Police Station. The waiting area was packed with a rag-tag assortment of the most intimidating-looking people I have ever seen. Almost all looked to be locals and no one looked like a typical tourist like me. Of course the way I was dressed, or wasn’t dressed, how could anyone tell what I was.

“Wait here, please,” the tall cop said as he gently guided me to the only vacant chair in the middle of the room. Both officers then walked off leaving me exposed and alone midst the crowd of strangers.

My heart was racing as everyone stared at me – most with huge lurid smiles on their faces but others were sporting a look of genuine curiosity. The fact that no one was saying a word was very unnerving.

The man sitting next to me leaned over and whispered, “I think I’m going to like being locked up if I get to share a cell with you, baby.”

“PIG!” I snapped back making everyone chuckle at my remark.

“After you pay your fine,” one lady asked, “would you consider working for me? I could use a fresh face at my Palace of Sin Emporium.”

“Hey I saw her first,” the man sitting next to me said. “She’s mine!”

Comments like those sent me squirming in my chair.

“Okay, lady, come with me,” the officer that brought me in called out as he stood at the doorway leading out of the room and then looked on with an amused expression as I struggled a bit to try and get out of my chair with my hands encumbered behind me. It took me three tries before I actually got to my feet. Each time I fell back in my chair my breasts jiggled and the crowd giggled. I never realized how much one uses one’s arms for balance just to do simple things.

After finally getting up, the officer politely took me to a room where a sergeant was sitting behind a desk.

“Name?”

“Tami Lynn Patterson.”

“Country of Origin?”

“America, um . . . The United States.”

“Purpose of Visit?”

“Listen, I’m not a Streaker or a pervert. These officers got it all wrong. They arrested me before I could explain. I wasn’t . . . you know . . .”

The sergeant looked up from his papers and smiled warmly as he looked at my breasts.

“Hello? My face is up here.” That wasn’t probably a smart thing to do but I was getting pretty tired of everyone ignoring me or just treating me as just another hooker.

The sergeant cleared his throat and looked me in the eyes. “Oh I understand completely, ma’am. I know you were a victim of a robbery.”

“Well do you always arrest crime victims or just the cute naked ones?”

It was clear I had struck a nerve with the man in charge. “NO, we don’t arrest victims as a rule – just when they are posing a risk to themselves and are being uncooperative.”

“What?”

“You were seen chasing a taxi shouting ‘stop thief’ down a VERY busy thoroughfare putting yourself and others at great risk – at risk from both from the robber AND from other motorists as they tried to avoid hitting you.

“Um . . . yes . . . well . . .”

“I understand your concern. I’m sure that was a natural reaction after that man stole your belongings and the clothes you were wearing but we can’t have people taking the law into their own hands.”

“Stole my clothes? . . . yeah, well about that, you see . . .”

“You mean that man didn’t assault you and make you strip naked?”

“Not exactly . . . you see . . .”

“What did he do then, demand your belongings and took your clothes so you wouldn’t follow him?”

“No, just listen for a minute. It wasn’t like that at all. Several days ago, that cab driver drove off and stole all our luggage the day when we first arrived . . .”

“So you’ve been wandering around our city completely naked for several days? What, you mean to say that you arrived at the airport naked? Is that what you are trying to tell me?”

“No . . . I had clothes then . . . He just . . .”

“So you ARE, what did you call it, a Streaker, then?”

I let out a huge sigh; I was getting nowhere fast and digging myself in deeper every time I opened my mouth. “Look, that man robbed my family and me of our luggage. My husband filed a report the day it happened. Just now I finally saw the guy that did it and I was trying to get his cab number so I could give it to you so you could catch the guy. That IS what you guys do isn’t it, catch bad guys?”

“Yes, ma’am, it is and there’s no need to be sarcastic.”

“Sorry.”

“So let’s say that what you are saying is true and this cab guy stole your luggage, tell me how it is that you are naked again?”

I blushed profusely and looked at the floor. “It’s a rather long story I’d rather not go into.”

“Oh, but I rather you did. Maybe you’re not so innocent after all.”

“I . . . you see . . . oh heck . . . I lost my clothes in a trivia contest. I know that sounds crazy but . . .”

“HARVEY’S!” all three officers shouted out simultaneously as they gave each other knowing glances.

“That’s right – Harvey’s Sunset Bar,” I said with relief. “How did you know that?”

The sergeant tried to explain as he attempted to control his laughter. “Harvey has been trying to strip a tourist naked for years. So far he’s never been able to find anyone gullible . . . ahem . . . I meant willing enough to actually let him do it.”

“Yes, Miss,” the other officer said, “He’s been doing that trivia contest for a long time and always gets plenty of people to play but usually they just do it for the money and most wear too many clothes to actually get stripped all the way. It draws people into the bar however as hope springs eternal that one day they might actually see someone naked. He makes out fairly well despite his failures.”

“You’re the first one I’ve seen that he ever managed to get naked.”

I was outraged. “You mean he . . . that I . . . I mean . . . he tricked me?!”

“No, nothing like that - he runs an honest contest. Harvey’s just not the brightest bulb in the pantry and usually pays out more than he gets to see in skin if you know what I mean. If you play by the rules you can usually win some pretty decent money. It’s all in fun and nobody seems to mind.”

I just sat there shaking my head.


Tami Lynn’s Surprise Vacation – Part 10
By: Hooked6

The officer that brought me in cleared his throat and handed the sergeant a manila folder which he then began reading. “Well it seems that your story about the stolen luggage checks out as I have the report right here.” The sergeant then got up and opened a closet door and pulled out several suitcases.

“THAT’S MY STUFF!” I exclaimed excitedly as I tried once again to stand up. “How did you get those?”

“The cab driver brought them in to us after he realized his mistake several days ago.”

“You mean you’ve had them for several days? Why didn’t you let us know?”

“These things take time, you know – paperwork and all. Let’s just say we’ve been busy trying to catch bad guys.” His snide remark made the other officers chuckle. The sergeant then looked at the tag on one of the bags and read it aloud, “Tami Lynn Patterson.” He then looked up at me and asked, “I suppose you are the Tami Lynn Patterson that these suitcases belong to?”

“Yes . . . Yes I am! “

“Can you prove it?”

“What?!”

“Do you have any I.D.?”

“Oh give me a break. Do I LOOK like I have any I.D. on me? Who else would I be and how could I know about the stolen luggage and the police report it I wasn’t Tami Lynn?”

“Well,” the sergeant said as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “You COULD be working in cahoots with some of our usual con artists just to get ahold of this stuff. We’ve had a lot of thievery going here lately – some pretty clever schemes too.”

“Tell me about it. But you just said my story checked out. Who else would be stupid enough to get arrested naked and make up a story about Harvey’s just to get these bags back?”

“Who can say, maybe someone who knows what’s actually in that luggage and feels the rewards are worth the risk. And what if you are lying? A local would know all about Harvey’s contests. What better way to distract us and getting us to put our guard down than by coming in here naked?” The sergeant smiled at me as he once again stared straight at my chest.

“EXCUSE ME,” I said sarcastically. “My face is STILL up here!”

“Yes, well, be that as it may, surely you see that I have to follow procedure. You just bring in some legitimate I.D. tomorrow and you can have your stuff back.”

“Can I at least get something to wear out of my suitcase?”

“Not until you can prove who you are. Besides, don’t you have to get back to the contest? I assume you still are trying to win some cash from that old skinflint.”

“OH CRAP, the contest!” I had forgotten about that. Even though my suitcases had been recovered we still didn’t have any money thanks to those fake detectives that were really nothing more than pickpockets taking all our money and credit cards on our first day here. “Yes, actually . . . I do! Can I go now?”

“I suppose so. I think we’ve cleared things up rather nicely.” The sergeant then nodded to his associates and they began taking off my handcuffs. The sergeant then got up from behind his desk and came over to shake my hand. “Enjoy your stay here and good luck with the contest. If I wasn’t so busy here, I’d make my way down just to cheer you on.” I smiled politely and turned to leave. All three of the men followed me out. “Please escort Miss Patterson back to Harvey’s will you boys? See to it that she doesn’t come to any harm on the way back.”

“Right chief,” they both replied eagerly.

As soon as I entered the waiting room again, the crowd erupted in a loud and raucous cheer, with everyone clapping and shouting obscenities. The sudden noise made my egg come to life with a vengeance and it took me by such surprise that I clenched my thighs together and doubled over.

The sergeant walked around in front of me blocking my path. “Just what are you hiding, Miss? Are you smuggling drugs or something?”

My voice squeaked as I answered, “Hiding? Um . . . Nothing! Honestly!”

Just then the lady from the Palace of Sin spoke up. “I saw her talking and flirting with that known drug dealer, Jake-the-Weasel, before you took her back there,” she said as she pointed to the man in the wild-colored suit that had propositioned me earlier. It was clear to me that she was getting back at me for rebuffing her offer to come and work for her.

“No!” I protested, “I wasn’t flirting with him. It wasn’t like that at all!”

Everyone was shouting and carrying on making my efforts to contain the egg all the more difficult.

“So why are you standing like that?” he asked pointing his finger at my pelvis as I stood there bending over slightly with my legs still clenched together. “Are you afraid that something you’ve hidden might fall out? I think you are hiding something that you CLEARLY don’t want us to find.”

“No, please, you’ve got it all wrong . . .”

“I’m afraid we are going to have to search you, Miss Patterson. Please turn around, bend over and put your hands on the wall.”

“WHAT?! HERE?! You are going to search me in front of all these people?!”

“I don’t see why not. They’ve already seen everything you have. Besides if we take you in the back it might give you a chance to dispose any incriminating evidence. AND this will be a good lesson to everyone here that we DO NOT tolerate drugs in our precinct. Now turn around bend over and place your hands against the wall. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” The two officers next to him took a menacing step towards me and stopped.

Having no choice in the matter I did as he asked. This was so humiliating! Suddenly I heard the disheartening and unmistakable sound of a latex glove being snapped against bare skin. OMG He’s really going to do this!

“Can’t I have a female officer do this?”

“Female officer? You’ve GOT to be kidding. Women aren’t suitable for law enforcement, sweetie, much too dangerous an occupation for the fairer sex. You’re not in America now.”

What a chauvinist pig! I was growing to hate that man.

“Spread your cheeks.” He barked at me ominously.

“What?!”

“Let go of the wall and use your hands to spread your cheeks, or would you rather my officers here do that for you?”

My breathing began to become deep and rapid as, despite the indignity, I tried to force myself to comply with his request. I finally managed to pull my cheeks apart and held them spread as wide as I dared. I could feel my moisture coating my inner thighs as I was extremely aroused and so very close to yet another climax. The fact that I was exposing my most intimate parts to the entire room didn’t help matters in the least, but I took solace in the fact that the sergeant was standing right behind me screening me from most of the room.

It was at that very moment that bastard chose to depart from his place and walk up to my head leaving my backside wide open to view by the packed waiting room. He whispered, “There now, that wasn’t so hard was it?”

Just then a man with a Jamaican-like accent said, “Oh mon, taint dat a wonderful ting? I needs to come here mo’ often fo’ SURE! It’d be wet too!” EVERYONE and I mean EVERYONE, laughed hysterically at his comment.

I wanted to just fade away into oblivion.

The sergeant resumed his position and I gasped as he put one hand upon the small of my back and I steeled myself for what was surely to come.

“Now which orifice should I check first? If I guess right the first time, it’ll save this poor Lass a second poking. Let’s see . . .” He was clearly enjoying himself at my expense. I KNEW I didn’t have any contraband or drugs and the reasonable thing to do was to confess my situation, but I was too damned ashamed to let people discover that I was doing something so kinky and weird. It sounds farfetched I know but that’s how I felt.

“I know,” he said enthusiastically and then began lyrically chanting, “Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe . . .” mocking that kid’s game pointing his finger alternately back forth between both of my exposed orifices. I was totally mortified now. His outrageous actions only made the crowd howl and my egg torture me all the more. “Catch a druggie and put her on show. If she hollers the deeper you go, Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe.” He paused a second then announced playfully, “THIS ONE!” I assumed he had made his choice and I could only wonder which of my holes would receive his finger.

The crowd the laughed hysterically and cheering from all the males present grew louder and more exuberant, which didn’t portend good things for me as I could only guess where I would get penetrated! My egg was also churning vigorously from all the noise and suddenly . . .

PLOP! Out it came with a resounding thud, jiggling noisily all over the floor. Everyone was going crazy at the site of the little egg dancing around in plain sight.

“Well . . . well . . . what do we have here?”


Tami Lynn’s Surprise Vacation – Part 11
By: Hooked6

The sergeant held up my still vibrating, slimy-coated egg and examined it in front of the crowd. “What in the hell . . . ?”

I was so embarrassed I could hardly stand it. What a day this was turning out to be. “Ah, I can explain . . .”

“Don’t tell me. . . Harvey’s again, right?”

“Yes . . .” I barely managed to softly utter.

“That boy is getting right cleaver in his old age. I’ve got to hand it to him. It’s been a while since I’ve been to his joint. I might just have to take in one of his shows to see what I’ve been missing! How do you turn this thing off, anyway?”

“You can’t, it is sound activated.”

The sergeant hushed the room and like magic the egg stopped shaking.

“Well, I’ll be . . .” he said scratching his head. “What will they think of next? I suppose he made you wear this thing as part of the contest?”

“Ah . . . as a matter of fact . . .” I replied much to my chagrin while looking over my shoulder as I still stood bent over spreading my cheeks.

“I guess this explains the mystery, huh? I don’t suppose I’ll find any drugs cloistered away up there if I went ahead with my search, will I?

“NO . . . I mean, no sir! There are no drugs. That was it.”

“I see . . .” he kept me standing there like I was with my cheeks spread as he thought things over for a few minutes. “I guess I should let you go back to your contest, then.”

“Thank you so very . . . WHAT THE Fu mmmmppphhhh . . .” I exclaimed as I felt him suddenly and most clumsily shoving my vibrating egg back up my vagina using his now ungloved fingers!!!!

“Now, no one can say I kept a prisoner’s personal property. I’ve put it back right where it belongs. You can go now miss.” He said taking hold of one of my wrists and helping me to stand upright once again.

Everyone laughed and my egg started churning again. “AaaahhHHHH” I squealed as I felt the abrupt tormenting sensations once again. THIS time, everyone knew what the noise was doing to me and they all seemed to relish their new found power over me.

The officers gently took me by my arms and escorted me outside. I was never so glad to be out of a place as I was right then.

We walked along in silence as people stared at the unexpected sight of a naked woman walking along with two cops. Then we stopped.

One of the officers began pulling my wrists behind my back and began cuffing me again. “HEY! What are you doing? I’m not under arrest. He said I could go back to the contest.”

“Oh, we know. But people are looking at us funny. It doesn’t seem appropriate that two law enforcement officials are casually walking alongside a naked girl. THIS way it looks more professional – like we are just doing our duty.”

“But people will think I’m a common criminal.”

“Well, that’s better than trying to walk all that way naked and unescorted, isn’t it? I mean there are criminals and despicable people about. There’s no telling what might . . .”

“Okay, okay. I get the point. Let’s just get on with it.”

Once again people gave me the strangest looks as we walked along – almost as if they were trying to figure why I was under arrest. I felt like a school kid getting caught doing something wrong on campus and being marched to the Principal’s office for punishment.


Mercifully we arrived at Harvey’s Sunset Bar and together we walked inside. The music was playing and the announcer guy was telling jokes. “HEY! Look who’s back!!” he yelled into the microphone. Everyone turned and looked at me and smiled.

“We brought her back for her own protection,” the tall officer said as he began unlocking my cuffs.

“We all thought you had chickened out,” the announcer guy said. “I already told your husband that you guys had forfeited your winnings.”

“WHAT?! NO!!! It wasn’t my fault. These idiots had me in custody. I NEVER forfeited anything.”

“Well, if you get in trouble with the law that’s a valid reason for losing your winnings. This Bar can’t get in trouble with the law. It’s in the rules.”

“Oh she wasn’t in trouble,” one of the cops said. “She was a witness to a crime and she dutifully reported it.”

“But she’s in handcuffs.”

“Protective custody, sir, that’s all.” with that the officers tipped their hats and bid me farewell.

“I’m sorry but that’s not my problem,” he continued but the crowd began booing and jeering him unmercifully.

“GO ON, let her play!” they shouted.

He looked over the patrons and relented. “Okay I guess we can pick up where we left off. Just bring the box you were sent to fetch up on stage and we can continue.”

“THE BOX,” I screamed! “In all the excitement I must have dropped it.”

“Oh too bad . . . I’m sorry but . . .”

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The crowd began shouting aggressively. “LET HER PLAY!!”

I ran up to the foot of the stage and pounded my fists on the floor, “BUT I KNOW WHERE IT IS!!” I shouted in desperation. “I can get it. It won’t take long, I promise!”

The announcer guy looked at the crowd and then back at me. “Okay sweetie. I’ll give you three minutes to get the box and get back here with it. IF you bring it back, things will be as they were and we’ll continue playing the game. If you don’t bring it back, you’re disqualified.”

The crowd cheered and my egg said “hello” once again!

“I’ll be right back.” And with that I dashed outside the bar and darted across the street. I knew I dropped it at the entrance to Joe’s when I saw the cab driver so I was hoping it would still be there.

As I got to the middle of the street I saw what I was looking for – the small box was right on the ground almost under the wooden stairs at the entrance to Joe’s place. I was in luck. But no sooner had that thought left my mind I saw two young guys sit down on the steps and pick up the box.

“HEY! That’s my box!” I yelled as I quickly ran over to them.

“Yeah?” said one of the boys. “What’s in it - your clothes?”

“Very funny. Give me my box.”

“You’re mistaken lady. This is my box,” he said as he turned the box over and over in his hands. “I don’t see your name on it anywhere.”

I started to snatch the box away from him but he was too fast for me.

“Look I’m in a hurry. Please give me that box. It’s very urgent that I get it across the street.”

“Yeah . . . so what’s in it for us?” the other boy asked.

His remark stopped me in my tracks. “What do you mean? I don’t have any money.”

“How about we trade you for it?”

“Trade what?” I asked coyly hoping to distract them long enough with my body to quickly grab the box when their attention was fixated on something else.

“A kiss . . . How’s about you give us a kiss.”

“Okay that seems reasonable enough. I guess I could do that.” I said figuring it was a quick and easy way out.

“Great,” the older of the two boys said as he stood up and started undoing his pants.

“WHOA, WHOA, whoa! Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting ready for my kiss; what’s it look like?”

“Just what in the heck do you think I’m kissing? You’re outta your mind if think for one minute that I’m kissing . . .”

“My butt, of course. If you want the box bad enough you can kiss ole Bessie here.” With that he bent over and mooned me. “Hurry up. I haven’t got all day.”

I knew my time was running short and as humiliating as it was to do I bent down, scrunched up my nose and gave his right cheek a quick kiss. Bystanders started giggling as they saw what I had done and several stopped to watch.

“MY TURN!” the other kid said and started undoing his belt.

The first boy with the box carelessly set it down so he could pull up his britches and that’s when I struck. I grabbed the box and began running back across the street to Harvey’s.

I burst through the door to a resounding round of applause and held up my trophy with pride.

“Just in time,” the emcee said as I walked up to the stage. Now all I had to do was wonder what in the heck was in that box and what did it have to do with me!


To be continued

[GypsieCowboy]

This is without doubt one of the funnest stories I have read in many years... and I have been reading and collecting kinky stories for over 50 years!

Thank you, Hooked 6 - and PLEASE continue the story...

-GypsieCowboy

[Hooked6]

Oh WOW! You made my day. Most people fail to see the subtle humor in this story. I'm glad you took the time to write and let me know that you enjoyed the humor. I have two more new stories I am working on to post here but after that I'll try to Continue this one.

Hooked6