Once the bus was unloaded and the only three people left aboard were Colin, Kim and myself, there was no option but for us to go outside. Peter would have been sure to come back for me anyway, I thought.
I made Kim go in front and Colin behind as we made our way out of the bus. I driver seemed to be waiting for another opportunity to satisfy his lust/curiosity or perhaps I was still imagining things but that man gave me the creeps whenever he looked at me. The cool evening air took the flush off my face as I grabbed Kim's hand and ran for the shelter of my fellow society members. We were breathing heavily by the time we buried ourselves in between the other members of our tiny group, away from the prying eyes of curious onlookers.
"Jeez! What have we gotten ourselves into." I whispered to Kim.
"Are you cold?" Her body was shaking as her eyes darted around.
"No! Just plain terrified." I shivered with her.
I noticed the well tanned occupants of the limousine talking to Ken and Peter, outside their car. All four ladies had been wearing short translucent dresses with splits right up the sides but they casually removed them and picked up placards, tossing the flimsy garments in the back seat. The older blonde lady appeared to be in charge, giving instructions, even to Ken. She seemed to have publicity matters in mind. Totally naked, with barely two minutes to go till midnight, the ladies from the limousine lined up around us. The first thing that I noticed was their expensive body decorations, both nipple and genital adornments, glittering on their well tanned bodies.
"Who are they?" I whispered to Kim.
"I think they might be from Maple Lake. That blonde lady looks like Mistress Barbara." She hissed back. "Look at that diamond!"
Kim's eyes took on a fiery look as she gazed at the expensive genital decoration in admiration. She was now ignoring the clothed members of the press as they gathered like vultures. I gripped her hand tighter.
"Here comes Harry!" I urged. "We're going somewhere?"
Harry took charge and led all of us up the main steps of the building entrance. When we arrived on the top steps he sorted out five people to kneel in a row. He looked at Kim and I.
"I'll put you in the front row with Peter, Pam. How about you Kim?" His eyes fixed on our midsections. "What on earth have you done to yourselves." He accused, his blue eyes probing.
"Kim and I just wanted to be a bit more inconspicuous. Nobody told us about any photos." I was trembling. "Could we go right in the centre, please?"
He relented and allowed Kim and I into the centre of the group pose, placing Colin between us. It seemed like Peter had wanted me to sit beside him, in the front row, but Harry prevailed.
"The balance is more even this way, Peter." He explained to him giving me a friendly wink. "Baby steps." He whispered in my ear.
A banner was unfurled at the back of our group and The TV cameras positioned at one side while still photographers from the newspapers positioned themselves. Secure in the centre, I watched in awe as the cameras began to roll and the clock began to chime. The multitude of flashbulbs almost blinded me as I tried to smile. The crowd were some distance from us but once the chimes ceased, the TV interviewer spoke first to the blonde from the limousine and then Kenneth and Peter. I sat with Kim, in a state of shock, waiting for the crowd to disperse.
Peter turned to us and motioned to the group dismissively.
"Thanks guys. I'll be with you shortly." He smiled at me. "Just keep within the garden area if you want to walk around for a while. I just have to help Ken tidy up the banners."
Unfortunately the others started moving down the steps again, leaving us open to public view, so we had little option but to join in on the walk. Sally led us all around the floodlit gardens while Kim and I did our best to remain hidden in the shadows of the others. What had, at first, seemed like a large group at our house offered scant protection from the prying eyes of the fascinated bystanders. Logic told me that the subdued lighting would cast a welcome shadow on the more personal areas of my body but I was glad of the police presence as they kept the public at a reasonable distance. I tried to appear casual but the tension of walking nude, in the town centre, even after midnight, did nothing for my self confidence. My erect nipples began to ache and I was doing my best not to let my excitement show. The slut was doing battle with my former shy self and my mind was in complete turmoil.
Kim and I talked, to try to get our minds off the fact that there were so many clothed spectators watching our every move.
"It's like being in a goldfish bowl." Kim commented.
"Are your nipples hurting." I glanced at her erect nipples.
"This always happens to me when there's someone watching or we get caught unawares when we're all naked like this. You have the same problem, I see." She gave me a knowing grin. "Hey! Look at Gerry."
I glanced over and noticed that his penis was larger than it had been at the party. He didn't have an erection, as such, but he looked less wrinkled on his shaft. I didn't dare to stare at him in case my prior fantasy of having him ravish me kicked in again.
Sally and Rebecca were walking arm in arm, occasionally stooping to examine the floodlit plants and shrubs. They must have been aware of the way they were exposing themselves when they did this. They seemed to be enjoying a private joke once they straightened up their bodies again, laughing and giggling as they moved to the next floodlit plot.
"Look! They seem to be enjoying the crown reaction." I nudged Kim. "At least they seem to be taking the attention away from us."
"They always do." Kim giggled. "They seem to love it."
I wished I was more like Sally and had lost my sense of shame in the way that she obviously had.
"I wish the crowd would all just go away." My voice shook.
"Mistress reckons that's the best part." Kim looked at my reaction. "In her books I mean! You'll have to read them. She says that being watched like this makes you far more aware of your own sexuality and gives you more confidence about your body."
The tension that I felt was definitely sexual alright. I recalled the way Barbara had removed her dress with relish and strode among all the reporters as if she were fully clothed. She seemed to be totally unconcerned about the attention that she attracted from the men.
"You do seem to get used to it." Kim interrupted my thoughts. I'm not as worried as I was before."
"I guess!" I muttered, wishing it was all over.
