Amy the Exhibitionist Ch. 20

Part-Time Job

About a week after I got back to university I telephoned Isabelle to see if / when she wanted me back at work. After the usual greetings I asked her if she'd heard about the 'Females in the 21st Century' course. "Is that the course where girls can walk around town naked?" she asked. When I told her that it was she said, "And you've signed-up for it haven't you?"

"Of course," I said, "the thing is, if you still want me to work for you, would you mind if I came in and worked naked?"

Isabelle laughed and said, "I just knew that was coming. Of course I want you here, and of course I want you naked. Think of all those husbands and boyfriends that will bring their wives and girlfriend in just so that they can have a look at you. I'm thinking of putting a sign in the window saying that a naked university student will be here every Saturday."

My turn to laugh.

There was so much going on at uni that the Saturday after the first 'Females in the 21st Century' class was the first chance that I'd had to go into town. It was amazing being able to catch the bus into town and wander around wearing only shoes and carrying my bag. My nipps were rock hard all the time and my puss was dripping. My clit was getting used to being out, out in the open craving attention all the time.

The stares, the way that people seemed to make a way for me to walk through the crowds; it was amazing. Even the older women, who obviously knew that they couldn't do anything about it, stared at me. Okay, they had that evil look in their eyes, but they could do nothing.

As I walked into the shop, Isabelle and a couple of the other girls clapped me in.

The first job of the day was to tell Isabelle all about my summer break, and the 'Females in the 21st Century' course. After that I had to get on with my normal tasks. I'd only been on the shop floor for a minute when I noticed that there was a naked mannequin near the door; and it didn't look quite right. I walked over to it and started grinning.

It was Rosaline. The little exhibitionist had talked Isabelle into giving her a job as a mannequin; and Isabelle hadn't mentioned it.

I stood in front of the perfectly still mannequin and ran my finger over her slit.

"What have we here," I asked, "A new, high tech mannequin? I wonder if it has all the body functions of a real human." I pulled one of Rosaline's nipples. Her eyes opened wide.

Next I put my hand on her pussy and slipped a finger inside her.

"Ooow! Body fluids as well." I said.

"I wonder if it's got an asshole that I can push this coat hanger up." I said.

"Okay, okay, that's enough. It's good to see you too Amy." Rosaline said.

"I'll let you get back to your little dream job, and we'll talk at break time." I said, and left her standing there.

While I was near the door I quickly scanned the front windows to see there was a sign about a naked girl working there. There wasn't.

We did seem to be busier than before the holidays, and there did seen to be more couples in than before.

At break I had a long chat with Rosaline. She told me that she'd been there most Saturday's for the last couple of months. She was really getting used to standing perfectly still for long periods of time. We didn't have much time then, but she promised to tell me all about the times that she'd been groped, and the couple of times that Isabelle had had to go and rescue her.

Rosaline told me that it was real turn-on for her and that she'd loved every minute; especially the ones where boys had come up to her and given her a really close inspection. She also told me that she was little disappointed now that there would be someone else naked in the shop.

I told her not to worry; there were enough men around to satisfy both our needs.

I also told her that I might just be able to get her a fake student I.D. card if she wanted one. That way she could get away with walking all round town naked.

Rosaline was really excited about that idea, but asked me if I'd go with her the first time because she would be so nervous, and turned-on.

I told her that I couldn't promise that I could get her a fake I.D. but if I did it would be my pleasure to go for a walk with her.

At lunch break I took Rosaline to one of those photo booths and got some passport style photos, just like the student I.D. cards. Rosaline was a little disappointed that she had to put some clothes on to go out of the shop. She had been hoping to spend the whole day naked.

I told her that if I did manage to get her a fake I.D. card she'd be able to wander around everywhere naked.

"Not at home." Rosaline told me. She told me that her parents didn't approve of nudity. Apparently the subject of new university course had come up in conversation at home. Rosaline told her family that she wanted to go to St. Damian University so that she could go on the course. Her brothers were keen on the idea, but her parents weren't.

I told Rosaline all about how I, and the other members on NEWPS, had talked their parents into letting them be naked at home. She was interested and said that she'd work on it.

I told her that if I did manage to get her an I.D. card then she'd be able to undress soon after she left home to come into town; but she'd have to find somewhere to leave her clothes. Another thing for her to work on.

The rest of the day was quite boring, except for the men that kept coming to stare at me.

The bus back to uni was quite full, and I had to sit next to this old man. He got off the stop before me and when he asked me to let him out, he thanked me for making his day.

"You're so welcome." I said.

As soon as I got back I went to see Ben. He told me that there was quite a market for fake student I.D. cards and that he knew someone on the Technology department who could help me. He phoned him (Pete) and arranged a meeting for me later that night.

I met Pete and he was surprised to see that I was naked. The meeting was in the uni bar and Pete was sat down when I arrived. Ben had told me what Pete looked like, but he hadn't told Pete that I would be naked.

Pete asked me if I would stand in front of him while we talked.

A bit strange I thought, maybe he was one of those nerdy geeks who never got to see a girl naked. Anyway, I wanted something from him so I was happy to oblige.

It turned out that Pete was a nice guy. He just wanted to take advantage of a naked girl who wanted something from him. When he told me I just laughed. I couldn't blame him for that. He was quite cute looking really and I promised to go to his dorm room to collect Rosaline's I.D. card.

Yes. I did let him fuck me. It was a pleasant way of paying for the card.

When I gave the card to Rosaline the next Saturday she was over the moon. At lunch break we went for a walk up and down the shopping centre and up and down the escalators. Rosaline told me that she was sooo close to having an orgasm.

Naked in town

When Kailene and Zoe got back from town that first Monday they told us that it had been fun. Okay, lots of people had stared at them, and a few had asked them if they were university students; but they'd had no problems. The scariest part was when they got on that first bus. The driver had looked quite scary, but as soon as they got to buy their ticket the driver had smiled at them and said to them, "You're from the university aren't you?"

The assistants in the shops that they'd been in treated them just the same as everyone else. Yes they'd got a few teenage boys following them up the escalators but no more than when they'd been wearing micro skirts.

That Friday evening all 8 of us went out on the town; eight naked girls walking into bars. You can guess the reaction from the men. There was only 1 bar where we had a problem with the staff. They didn't believe that it was okay for us to be naked. They called the police. As a matter of principle, and the fact that were had had quite a bit to drink, we waited for the cops.

A male sergeant and a stroppy woman cuntstable arrived. While the sergeant put the bar staff straight, the cuntstable checked our I.D.s. While she was doing that she made it clear that she wasn't happy with the chief constable's decision.

We didn't stay at that bar in the end.

As we walked to the next bar Zoe said that the cuntstable was only jealous; after all she was way over-weight and ugly. The rest of us agreed.

Before we had set off that night we'd all agreed that we would stick together and that none of us would go off on their own. I'm sure that you can imagine the number of offers that we had; and it was a shame because some of them looked as if we could have had a good time with them.

We all ended up sleeping in Katie's and my room that night.

Katie, Ella and I decided that we wanted to explore the boundaries of what we could get away with in town. We sat down one night and decided on a few places that we wanted to go to in town to see what reaction we would get.

The city library was the first place that we went to. We weren't expecting much there, and we didn't get it. A couple of old biddies that worked there gave us some snooty looks and we totally interrupted one man's concentration on something that looked quite complicated; but apart from that it was quite uneventful.

The city's main swimming pool was the next place that we decided to honour with our presence. For this one I asked Katie and Ella if they minded if Rosaline joined us. Of course they didn't mind, and it was a chance for them to meet the mannequin that I had told them about.

Rosaline was VERY happy when I asked her. Nude swimming was something that she had wanted to do for years. It was a school day and Rosaline had to dash there straight from school. We were waiting outside the swimming pool for her. When she got there she was wearing her school uniform.

After introductions and Rosaline apologising for wearing clothes, she asked if we could go round a corner to somewhere less public. As soon as we got round the corner, Rosaline stepped behind a parked car and took her school blouse and skirt off. Apart from shoes, she was naked. Katie asked her when the last time was that she'd worn underwear at school. Rosaline told us that she couldn't exactly remember, but that it was more than 2 years.

We went into the swimming pool's reception and up to the window. The woman there looked a bit surprised, then asked to see our student I.D. cards.

"Here we go!" I said to Ella, but the woman surprised us by telling us that by being students we got a discount.

We were in the changing room for less than a minute. Rosaline was a bit nervous, but wasn't going to chicken out.

Quite a few people in the pool stopped and stared at the 4 naked girls that walked out of the changing room. None of the lifeguards or other staff challenged us. The only interesting parts were when we climbed up the steps to go on the slides. We always seemed to have some boys or men following us.

Oh! Sorry, one more thing. One teenage girl in a white bikini disappeared into the changing room and came back out a few minutes later wearing a white thong instead of her bikini bottoms. I guess that she thought that if we could go naked then she could get away with showing her butt. We didn't see anyone challenge her.

Rosaline loved the whole experience and wanted more. We promised to contact her if / when we were doing anything else that she could join in.

The Dares

The most interesting place that we went was to a barber shop. Brooklyn had dared me to go to a barber shop to get my pubes shaved. The problem was that I usually shave them every morning.

The hard part was not shaving and getting stubble. I'd forgotten how horrible pubic hair is.

I got a few comments about my growth, not least from Prof Jones who said that she hoped that it would not be there at our first performance of the academic year. I assured her that it wouldn't.

The barber shop day came and Brooklyn and I went looking for a barber's shop. We wanted an old-fashioned place, not one of the modern hairdressers. We were surprised how hard it was to find one. Even when we found one, they didn't do shaving. You should have seen the face of the middle-aged man when we asked him if he shaved women's pubes.

We were lucky with the second one that we found; although the elderly man there looked at us in a very strange way. He looked as if he didn't believe what we were asking him to do.

We finally convinced him that we were serious and he told us that we'd have to wait until he finished cutting a man's hair. We sat alongside another man and waited. All the time all 3 men kept looking at us.

When the barber had finished cutting the man's hair, the man got off the chair, paid the barber and then sat on the other side of us. I guessed that he was going to stay and watch.

The barber then asked us to excuse him for a minute. He said that it was a while since he'd used his shaving equipment and that he'd have to go and get it. In the mean-time he pointed to a chair and asked me to get on it.

The chair was one of those swivel, reclining chairs next to a sink. As I got on it and leaned back, the back went backwards and I was in a reclined position. Brooklyn laughed.

When the barber came back we watched him wet one of those shaving brushes and then use some sort of soap to get the brush covered in a soapy lather. He turned to me and told me to sit on the front edge of the chair and lean back. As I did that he got a little towel and soaked it in hot water.

"Open your legs as wide as you can please." The barber said. I did, and within seconds the towel was covering my pubes and pussy. It caught me a bit by surprise and I gasped.

As my skin softened I watched the barber get out one of those cut-throat razors and sharpen it on what looked like a strip of leather. FIH I thought, what if he slips and cuts my clit off?

I was nervous; but Brooklyn had a big grin on her face. I looked at the little audience; they were all mesmerized.

The barber asked me if I was ready. I nearly said, "No," instead I just nodded.

The barber turned the chair so I was facing him, the little audience, and the front of the shop. Anyone passing who cared to look would be able to see everything.

The towel was lifted away and the barber started brushing lather all over my pubes and pussy. It felt good, very good, especially when that brush tickled my clit.

My head went back and I relaxed and almost forgot what I was there for.

I opened my eyes and saw that vicious looking razor hovering over my pussy. I tensed up.

The barber must have realised as he told me to relax. Relax! FIH, how the fuck am I supposed to relax with the possibility that my clit is about to be cut off in seconds?

The razor did one pass, scrape or whatever you want to call it. All I felt was a little, almost tickle; then another. I could feel the stubble going, and it didn't feel bad; in fact it felt nice.

I did start to relax. This man knew what he was doing.

Maybe I relaxed too much. I started to get excited, and wet. It got worse (better) when he did my labia. My breathing was getting heavier.

The barber stopped and stepped back to admire his work. So did the audience.

After a few seconds that brush came out again and tickled me as he covered my pubes and pussy again. As that brush touched my clit I had a little orgasm.

The barber sharpened his razor again and did a second pass. How he managed to not touch my clit I will never know.

The hot towel was brought out again and laid over the newly shaved area. I felt fresh, clean and relaxed. When the barber removed the towel he asked me if I wanted some aftershave. Never having seen aftershave before I thought, "What the hell," and said that I did. He picked up a bottle with a little hole at the top and shook some of the liquid onto my pubes. FIH; I wished that I'd said no. It stung like hell.

The barber stood back and asked me if I wanted him to shave my rear. I looked at him wondering what the hell he was talking about. Brooklyn knew, she said, "Yes please."

The barber told me to get up; turn round, and kneel on the chair. As soon as he said that I realised what Brooklyn had let me in for.

I was knelt on a reclining chair with my backside up in the air and my knees spread as far as they could. Everyone could see everything; a wet everything.

When that brush started on me again, it was just too much for me. I moaned, shuddered and had a beautiful orgasm.

As it subsided I looked through my spread legs and saw a lot of smiles. Not least the barber. His grin was definitely the biggest.

The barber got to work again. It probably took no more than 2 or 3 minutes for him to finish. Then came the hot towel again. After a couple of minutes he put more aftershave on. Again I winced as it stung

The barber stood back and admired his work while the other men admired my holes. I was enjoying them staring at me.

After a couple of minutes the barber told me that He'd finished and that I could get up.

Brooklyn asked him how much we owed him; but he refused to take any money saying that we had just made an old man very happy

Now I have to think of something to dare Brooklyn to do.

Dan -- The Thesis on Voyeurism

It took Dan about 2 weeks to contact me. He thanked me for switching the webcam on. I asked him if he still wanted our arrangement to continue. "Hell yes!" he said, "The fact that there are 30 naked young ladies around campus doesn't change anything. It's what naked girls do when they are alone or just with other girls that's relevant to my thesis."

Dan asked me about the 'Females in the 21st Century' course so I told him everything that I knew. I also told him about the cheerleading and the 'Erotic Art' exhibition that Prof Jones was 'forcing' us to do. Dan asked that give him the details as soon as I knew them. He said that he would be at each one.

I'm pretty sure that Dan is the only one watching and recording what the webcam sees; but maybe not. Maybe he's given the webcam address to lots of his friends, maybe he's selling the address; maybe he's sold the address to millions of men on the internet. Who knows, and who cares; I don't.

Blackmail

At 7 p.m. on the Thursday of the second week back we were all in the gym practicing our cheerleading routine. As with the previous sessions, we were all naked. Katie and Sarah had worked in a way that we can strip each other about 90 seconds into the routine. We are going to have to take our cheerleading outfits to the practices to practice that bit, and to make sure that we can strip each other easily.

I didn't take the webcam along that first time, but I've taken it each week since I spoke to Dan.

That's it for now; I'll try and find some time to continue this soon.