Naked Women In Shorts

by Kara Bryn

  Natasha smiled. It was so easy to get young women to do what she wanted when there was a boy band in town.

  The only people outside were guests that were leaving or chauffeurs sitting in their cars. They turned their heads as the two young, naked bodies tiptoed down the steps towards the gravel driveway. Shaking their heads as they watched them navigate the uneven surface in their precarious high heels, they envied how the other half lived.

  Natasha opened the back door of one of the cars. "Teri, you're in here." Sherine had to think for a moment before she remembered that she was Teri. She climbed into the empty back seat as elegantly as she was able, which was not very elegantly at all.

  "And Nicole, you're here." She held the door to another car open and Brandy got into the back seat.

  Sitting there, each alone in the back of their respective cars, the girls again wondered what they'd gotten themselves into. Bow ties, rabbit ears, high heels, and nudity: none of these had been what they'd expected from the evening. They were glad that, at least, nobody they knew was here to see them.

  Then, almost simultaneously, both car doors opened again and Damian and Russ joined each of them on the back seats.

  Brandy leant forwards in her seat and held out a hand. "Hi, I'm Bran- Nicole," she said, just managing to remember her "stage name" in time. Damian took the offered hand in the lightest gesture of a handshake. Brandy noticed that he barely even looked at her breasts. He was such a gentleman.

  As the cars pulled away, the two boys made well-practiced conversation with the girls. They were about the same age, but a year of media training had made them much better at talking to strangers. The girls, for their part, were too over-awed to do much more than respond to the questions they were asked. Sherine, however, was intrigued by the life of a rockstar.

  "Do… are all of your parties like that?" she asked Russ. He shrugged.

  "Kind of. I mean, sometimes it's friends, sometimes it's business or whatever, and sometimes it’s a mix."

  "And… do you always have, like," she looked down at her bare legs and her breasts, "naked waitresses and that?"

  Russ smiled. "Nah, that was Natasha's idea." Sherine was relieved to hear it; she was glad Russ and Damian were more classy than that, most of the time at least. "I mean, there's often naked girls around, but that's up to them, you know?" Russ added.

  Sherine nodded. She didn't really know at all. But then, she was naked here now, wasn't she? And no-one had made her do it.

  "Yeah. It's cool, you two being around tonight," Russ continued, putting Sherine at ease. "I think people noticed." He grinned. I should hope they noticed, she thought: no-one's ever seen me naked before, not since I was a child anyway.

  A few minutes later the cars pulled to a stop.

  "We're here!" Damian announced and, within seconds, the door was held open by the driver.

  Brandy peered out, wondering what kind of place this private party was being held at.

  The butterflies in her stomach returned as she found herself looking at the queue to a nightclub. "But… isn't this a private party?" she asked through the open door.

  "C'mon," Damian said, holding out a hand for her to take, "we've got a room in the back."

  Brandy allowed herself to be helped out of the car and stood with her arms crossed over her bare chest. More and more of the people in the line for the club were turning their head towards her and she heard wolf whistles. A light breeze blew across her body and she felt her nipples harden and press into her forearms. She was standing in the nude outside a nightclub, and this was suddenly becoming another bad idea.

  She turned her head and saw Sherine standing in the same pose next to the car that had brought her here.

  "C'mon," Damian said, and then she nearly fainted as he wrapped an arm around her waist and drove her towards the main door. His hand felt so good, and so strong, on her bare skin.

  The bouncers let them straight through and they walked along empty corridors that skirted the edge of the main dance room. She could hear the music reverberating through the walls.

  Damian turned and smiled at Brandy and her heart melted. The smile told her that she'd be alright after all, so she continued to follow.

  They arrived at a large balcony area overlooking the dancefloor. There were steps up from the main room but they were roped off. Damian led Brandy over to a sofa on one side of a table and sat her beside him. Russ did the same with Sherine, who sat opposite Brandy.

  Suddenly, Brandy broke into a big grin that she directed at Sherine. Maybe now they could have some fun. Sure, they were naked in a nightclub, but what better company to be naked in!

  Out of nowhere a tray of drinks appeared. "Tequiila!" shouted Russ.

  Sherine looked at the small glasses of clear liquid, the slices of lime and the pot of salt. How was she meant to put all of this together?

  "Here," said Russ. She watched as he sprinkled some salt onto the back of his hand, licked it off, emptied the glass of tequila into his mouth and then, pulling a face, picked up a piece of lime and squeezed it between his lips.

  He shook his head like a dog that had been hit by a newspaper. Sherine wasn't entirely sure he'd enjoyed his tequila.

  "Now you try," he said, handing her a glass. "Here, hold out your hand." She did as she was told and Russ sprinkled salt onto it. "And you take a lick of salt, then the tequila, and then quickly suck on a bit of lime."

  Sherine licked at the salt and then poured the tequila into her mouth. She felt it burn her throat as she swallowed and her eyes closed up. She tried reaching for a piece of lime but only knocked over the salt shaker.

  "Here!" Russ helpfully planted a piece of lime between her lips and her mouth puckered again.

  Brandy was collapsing in hysterical laughter opposite her, but it was her turn next, and with a similar effect on her expression, although she was careful to note where the limes were before she started and avoided the salt shaker

  "Okay, all together now," Damian said. The four of them sprinkled salt onto the back of their hands and picked up a glass. "Three… two… one…."

  As they tipped tequila's into their mouths there was a flash of light, and then another.

  "Fucking paparazzi," Russ said with genuine venom. He made a motion with his head to a man that Brandy hadn't even noticed before who intercepted the photographer and pushed him towards the exit.

  Oh shit, thought Sherine, I've just been photographed drinking tequila in a nightclub, and I'm naked.

  "Sorry about that, girls," Damian said, "Just something we have to deal with." He shrugged as if it was nothing more than a fly that had gotten into the room. There wasn't much Sherine or Brandy could do about it now either, so they shrugged by way of a reply.

  Russ smiled at Damian. "I think these girls have got the hang of tequila. Let's get some more in!"

  The next half an hour passed with giggling and more tequila shots. Brandy and Sherine felt relaxed, leaning back on the leather sofas with the boy band superstars, just casually naked. This evening was turning out alright after all.

  Brandy, leaning back in her seat, stretched her hands above her head, pushing her chest out as she did. It felt wonderfully free, now that alcohol had removed her last inhibitions. She noticed Damian glance at her breasts as she arched her back and she smiled at Sherine. Maybe tonight would lead somewhere else, if they were lucky.

  "Hey, I've got an idea. Have you ever heard of body shots?" Damian asked Brandy.

  Brandy half shook her head as she thought. "You mean shots like photography?" she asked. She'd already had the paparazzi; did Damian want to take photos of her too? Maybe she'd agree to that, under the right circumstances.

  "Uh-uh." He shook his head and then glanced at Russ with eyes full of mischief. "So, Nicole, you…"

  Brandy lifted a finger and stopped Damian mid-sentence. "Brandy," she interrupted. She'd had enough of trying to remember her fake name and whether she was Nicole or Teri.

  "You want a Brandy
?" he asked her.

  She shook her head. "No. Brandy. That's my name."

  "Not Nicole?" he asked, "Then why have I been calling you Nicole?"

  She shrugged, not bothering to explain. She held out a slender, gloved hand for Damian to shake. "I'm Brandy. Pleased to meet you," she slurred.

  Damian smiled as he took her hand and then lifted it to his mouth and planted a kiss on the back. "Pleased to meet you too, Brandy," he said with a smile.

  "And I'm Sherine," Brandy heard from across the table, and Russ went through the same pantomime act with her.

  "Well, anyway, Nic- Brandy. What we need is…" he moved the tray of empty shot glasses down to one end of the long, low table between the sofas. "You lay down here," he told her.

  "On the table?" Brandy asked. Damian nodded.

  Brandy had no idea what she was being told but she leant forward from the sofa, swung herself over to the table and leant back with her head resting on it. Her heels were just on the other end of the table with her knees in the air.

  Brandy giggled with a combination of excitement and nerves. "Okay. What now?" she asked.

  Damian smiled again. "Now, we just need to," Damian licked his fingers and then, without warning, ran his damp fingers around Brandy's nipple. She instantly crunched forwards in a giggle.

  "What are you doing?" she asked, laughing with one hand across her chest.

  "Hey, trust me," Damian said, "Now. Hands by your sides." Brandy did as she was told, her chest quivering as she tried to hold back the laughter.

  Damian made a show of moistening his fingers again. "Now you're ready this time," he asked her. She nodded and another giggle escaped.

  She watched as his hands moved slowly towards her breast and then gently circled the nipple again. It stood upright in response and her eyelids closed. She looked up at his gorgeous, brown eyes.

  "Do that again, please?" she said. Damian smiled.

  "You just wait. There's more to come". Brandy didn't know if she could wait. Sherine looked on enviously.

  Damian leant over her and picked up the salt shaker and then, before she could react, he sprinkled some onto her moistened nipple. She giggled at the sensation of it rolling down the side of her breast.

  "And now," he said as he picked up a slice of lime. "Hold this in your teeth." Brandy opened her mouth and lightly held the lime by the rind between her teeth, trying hard to restrain her laughter.

  "Ready?" he asked her. She nodded, not knowing what she was ready for.

  Suddenly, he ducked his head down and she felt his lips close over her nipple and suck in the soft flesh of her breast. Her back arched into him as his tongue swirled, licking the salt from her skin. Then, just as suddenly, he stopped and downed the tequila in a single gulp before, finally, he leant over her and sucked on the lime she was still holding between her lips.

  Brandy felt her body shake. Had Damian really just done that? To her? This night was more amazing than she could ever have believed. Did that count as a kiss?

  "Was that good?" Damian asked her with a smile. She nodded. "Again?" he asked. She nodded even more vigorously.

  He looked up at the sofa opposite. "Okay, Sherine, it's your turn." Brandy's heart sank: she wanted another go! She began to sit up but Damian placed a hand on her shoulder and held her against the table.

  "You saw what I did, Sherine?" Damian asked. Sherine nodded.

  "Right, so you lick your fingers like this." Damian made an exaggerated gesture of moistening his fingers and Sherine copied him. "And then you want to make the area nice and wet." He ran his damp finger around Brandy's nipple again. Her back arched and she moaned gently. Sherine's mouth opened wide and she froze. He wanted her to do what?

  "Go on," Damian told her.

  Brandy giggled. "Yeah, Sherine, unless you're chicken," she goaded. She really wanted her to do it too.

  Sherine licked her finger again and ran it around Brandy's other nipple. It surprised both of them when Brandy's breath shuddered as she did so.

  Wow, thought Brandy, I might have to think of Sherine in a whole new light from now on!

  Damian smiled and then placed piece of lime into Brandy's mouth. Then, picking up the salt, he poured some over first one nipple and then the other. Brandy could feel it tingling on her sensitive skin.

  He picked up a shot glass and handed it to Sherine and then took one for himself.

  "Right! Three… two… one…." And on cue Damian and Sherine leant forwards and took a nipple into their mouths. Brandy's back arched again and Damian kept his eyes locked on Sherine's as he swirled his tongue around and around. She wasn't going to stop until he did, and for Brandy the ecstasy seemed to last an age.

  Then, simultaneously, they stopped, downed their tequilas, and Brandy had two pairs of lips fighting for the single piece of lime between her teeth.

  Suddenly, there was a flash of light and Damian and Sherine sat up together. This time the photographer was intercepted by a bodyguard without Damian or Russ having to order them to do so. Sherine began to feel shock, but Brandy just lay giggling on the table, her hands on her nipples to try and stop them from tingling. Her laugh was infectious and soon the other three had joined in.

  Sherine saw Natasha appear at the edge of the balcony and waved a finger at Damian and Russ. They went over to her, she whispered a few words, and then they disappeared out of sight. Sherine and Brandy exchanged a look, shrugged, and then grabbed another shot glass each.

  "Those guys are so cool," Sherine shouted to her friend.

  "I know!" Brandy said, "I think Russ is totally into you too."

  "Yeah," grinned Sherine, "And Damian has the hots for you big time!"

  As they downed a shot of tequila each, forgetting the salt and lime altogether, Natasha reappeared and came over to them. She sat on the sofa next to Sherine.

  "I've got a bit of bad news, girls," she said, "Damian and Russ have to fly off. They've got an early start to get to Newcastle so I've got to get them on their way."

  "Awwww…" said Brandy.

  Natasha looked at the young, naked girls. Disappointment was written all over their faces.

  "Hey!" she said, "They said they had a great time, though, and I've been told to make sure you both get home safely."

  The girls looked at each other. If the boys weren't here, there was no reason to stay in the club, especially since they had no idea where their clothes were. Natasha stood and they did the same.

  They followed her out of the nightclub through the crowd of staring eyes. They'd more or less forgotten they were nude, or that nudity was anything to think anything of. Brandy was still remembering what it felt like to have a pair tongues around her nipples and wished the boys didn't have to go so early. Maybe if Russ and Damian did it together, rather than Damian and Sherine… her nipples tingled with the memory.

  Natasha held the door of a limousine open for them and helped them inside. Suddenly, away from the noise and bustle of the party, and with the elegant, confident Natasha sitting beside them, they felt very small and vulnerable. They sat with their legs crossed tightly and their arms folded over their chests.

  Natasha gave the driver directions and they cruised slowly through the streets. They were glad for the blackened glass windows that prevented prying eyes from seeing inside.

  "Stop here a minute," Natasha called up to the driver, who did as he was asked. Natasha opened the door and walked up to a shopkeeper who was unpacking the day's newspapers. Sherine and Brandy exchanged a confused look. They hoped she wasn't going to leave them alone.

  She returned a moment later with the tabloid under her arm. "Okay, we can take them home now," she told the driver.

  Natasha flicked through to the entertainment section. Brandy and Sherine looked over in shock as they saw the double-page spread. It was a photo of Brandy laying prostrate on the table with Sherine's mouth around one nipple and Damian's around the other. There was a large "censored" banner plastered between her legs, but there was
no hiding the fact that she was naked.

  Natasha read the headline above the photo: "Boy Band Answers Gay Rumours With Sexy Shots Game".

  She folded the newspaper closed and turned to the girls beside her.

  "That was a very successful evening, don't you think?" she asked them, not expecting a reply.

  Overstayed

  "You should have packed more clothes then!" Tania told Louisa emphatically.

  "But I was only going to say one night!" was the equally emphatic reply from Louisa.

  "Yeah, well, that was bad planning on your part."

  Louisa poked her tongue out in response. "Hmph," she said, "it sounds like you wish I wasn't here."

  "Ooohhh, don't be like that." Tania leant over to Louisa and placed a kiss on her cheek. Louisa turned her head and pressed her lips to Tania's. They lingered like that for a few seconds.

  "Anyway, how was I supposed to know about the stupid train strike?" Louisa protested.

  "Er, maybe watch the news, or read the internet, or anything?" Tania replied sarcastically.

  Tania and Louisa had been managing their long-distance relationship for six months now, mostly with Louisa returning to her hometown to visit Tania at the weekend. The plan had been to come down on Saturday morning and return on Sunday evening, but that was before the transport network had ground to a halt.

  "But are you going to lend me some clothes or not?" Louisa asked her partner. "I've been wearing these for two days now and they're starting to ming."

  Tania laughed and mocked holding her nose. "You've already got half my clothes up at your place. I know if I lend you something I'll never see it again."

  Louisa scowled back comically. "Well, you're the one who has to put up with the smell," she said.

  Tania giggled. "Oh, don't be such a drama queen. I'm going to put a wash on and we can put your things in it."

  Louisa gave Tania a hug. "Oh, thanks, m'dear."

  Tania grinned. "Yeah, but I'm still not lending you any of my clothes. I'll go and get the wash basket, and you get your kit off."