I casually walked through the mall looking at the window displays. Uggh, Valentine's Day was approaching and all of the displays were decorated with its theme. I wish that everyone would just skip over it this year. Tony and I broke up a few weeks ago, and I was still feeling sorry for myself. Even though it was a mutual decision, I was lonely and so damn horny!
As I walked from window to window, I noticed three guys approaching people, one of them with a microphone and one of them with a video camera. I just shrugged them off and figured that they were probably college students interviewing people for some assignment or something.
I stopped at the Victoria's Secrets window to view their display. As I stood there observing the mannequins in their Valentine lingerie, I started fantasizing about myself wearing the sheer lacey red teddy for someone special. I even thought about being one of the mannequins standing there wearing the teddy on display for anyone to see.
Just as I realized that my own panties were becoming wet because of the fantasy, I felt a tap on my shoulder followed by an, "Excuse me?"
Startled out of my reverie, I turned around to see the three guys with the microphone and video camera. I mumbled a "Yes?" as I felt my neck and cheeks flush wondering what I looked like standing there staring at the window display.
All three of them were tall, well built and handsome, but the one with the microphone stared at me with the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. He grinned at me and said, "We don't mean to bother you, but you looked so hot standing there with a look of pure lust on your face and I couldn't help but stop."
He nodded to the cameraman causing the cameraman to press a switch on the camera. Then he held the microphone to his face as he continued, "We're doing a documentary and was wondering if you'd like to be in it."
Still unnerved by being caught staring at the mannequins, I hesitated as he held the microphone to my face. "W-what kind of documentary?" I stammered.
"What's your name?" he asked then held the microphone to me again.
I looked at each of the guys and slowly responded, "Kelly."
"Well, Kelly," he began. "My name is Jeff, our camera man here is Bert, and one of the stars of our video here is David," he pointed at each of the guys as he introduced them.
"We cruise around the streets and malls in search of women to co-star in our video. I took one look at you and knew you have to be in it. You are incredibly hot," he stated with a suggestive grin.
I felt the blush burn my cheeks as I mumbled, "Thanks." I tried to regain my composure as I said, "You still haven't told me what kind of documentary it is."
Jeff moved the microphone back to his face and smiled as he said, "Well, it's a project for our Psychology class. We decided to do a documentary on Exhibitionism. We're trying to prove that people love exhibition, even though they may deny it. We believe that it's a hidden desire in most people and they don't act on it unless they are put into a situation to provoke it." He grinned seductively as he asked, "So? Do you wanna be in it? I think you'd be perfect."
I looked from one guy to another as the microphone was thrust in front of me again waiting for a response.
Softly I asked, "What would I have to do? What all does this involve?"
Jeff grinned again and responded, "We drive around the city . . . naked. We tape your reaction and the people in other vehicles to see how they respond."
Shocked I said, "Ohhh, I don't know about that. I've never done anything like that before!"
"Oh, come on," he urged. "You've never fantasized about exposing yourself in front of strangers? You've never had the urge to even flash someone?"
I glanced over at the mannequins on display in the window and remembered the fantasy I had just had. My God, was he reading my mind? I wondered.
When I didn't respond, Jeff stated, "We'll pay you for it."
Thinking about my financial situation, I asked, "How much?"
Seeming to be thinking about it, he slowly answered, "Three-hundred dollars."
"Ohhh, I don't think so," I said.
"How about four-hundred?" Jeff asked.
"That's a lot of money, but I don't think I could do that," I responded.
"What about six-hundred dollars?" Jeff asked enticingly.
A slow smile crept over my face as I asked, "What exactly do I have to do? And who will be with me?" The thought of an extra six-hundred dollars in my pocket was sounding very tempting.
Jeff was smiling from ear to ear as he replied, "All you have to do is take off all of your clothes and drive around the city with us. David will be with you - naked also. Then you just do whatever comes natural. Just sit there and talk if that's all you want to do."
"That's all I have to do?" I asked suspiciously. "No touching or anything?"
Jeff was still smiling as he said softly, "Not unless you want to."
"Ha! Fat chance of that," I responded.
After thinking about it for a few moments, and looking at the three handsome men standing in front of me I said, "Oh, what the hell. Ok, I'll do it."
"All right!" Jeff exclaimed as he patted David on the back. "Let's go."
Bert was still taping as we walked though the mall to the exit. My mind was racing as we walked through the parking lot. What the hell am I doing? I asked myself.
We stopped when we approached a blue van. As we walked in front of it, I noticed that the words 'Paradise in Motion' were airbrushed across the front of the hood. The sides of the van were also painted with beautiful swirls and designs.
The side door glided open as Jeff said, "Climb on in, Kelly."
When I hesitated Jeff prompted, "It's ok Kelly. You won't do anything that you don't want to." I looked at each of their smiling faces again and climbed into the van.
I sat on the bench seat situated in the middle and looked ahead at the driver. He just sat there and smiled as Jeff climbed in and said, "This is our driver Alan. Alan, this is Kelly - our new star."
"Pleasure to meet you, Kelly," Alan said with a laugh.
As Bert climbed into the passenger front seat, Jeff twisted and sat facing me on a small stool positioned between the two front seats. David climbed in and sat on the bench seat with me as Bert twisted around to point the camera at us.
As Alan started the van, Jeff said, "Ok, let's get started. Kelly, why don't you take off your blouse first?"
I hesitantly began unbuttoning the front of my pink blouse, but stopped. "Why doesn't David go first?" I asked.
Jeff smiled and said, "Because you are the one getting paid."
"Uh, speaking of which . . ." I replied.
Jeff reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of money and counted out six-hundred dollars. As he handed it to me, he laughed and said, "You know, if you would have held out a little longer I was willing to pay up to one-thousand."
"Oh well," I responded as I took the money and shoved it into my purse on the floor of the van.
"Ok, now that that's out of the way, let's start," Jeff said.
As we pulled out of the parking lot, I began unbuttoning my blouse again. I looked around as I pulled the blouse off my shoulders and slid it to the floor.
The van had windows all around that were covered with sheer white curtains. I wondered what the point of them was as I looked out the windows to a totally unobstructed view of my surroundings.
"Ok, now the jeans," Jeff prompted.
Beginning to feel exposed, I hesitated as I realized that they were all staring at my breasts spilling out of my tight white lacey push-up bra.
I leaned back into the seat as I unbuttoned, then unzipped my jeans. I kicked off my sandals as I lifted my ass and pulled my jeans down to my thighs exposing my white string bikini panties.
Resigning myself to what I have gotten myself into, I decided to make the most of it. I lifted my legs, pointed my feet at Jeff, and asked softly, "You wanna take them off?"
"Oh yea," Jeff said as he grabbed hold of the bottom of my jeans and slowly slid them down my legs and tossed them to the floor.
I glanced out the window and realized that we were heading toward the busy city streets. My heart began pounding as I wondered where we were going.
As if reading my mind Jeff said, "Don't worry, we're just driving around. We will bring you back to the mall when we're done. Now, how about the bra?"
Looking out the window again at the busy street, I realized that I was really starting to get into this as I noticed that my panties were becoming moist again.
I turned toward the window, and looking over my shoulder at David, I asked, "You wanna unhook me?"
"Fuck yea!" David exclaimed as I felt his fingers quickly unhook the clasp of my bra. As he continued to hold the edges of my bra, I realized that he was reading the little label that read 'size 36C'.
I was staring out the window as I noticed that we were slowing for a red light. I smiled at the driver next to us and said over my shoulder, "David, do you want to take my bra off of me?"