Just Ten Things

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The last of the four women, Bonnie, completes her challenge with very surprising results, not at all what she'd expected when she began.

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Bonnie sighed, the yellow envelope in her hand holding her attention. She could only hope that whoever had written her challenges was more charitable than she had been. She suspected that some of the others had enjoyed tormenting their friends, just as she had done. Nothing to do but open the envelope and find out.

She unfolded the small latch pieces and opened the envelope. She found a group of small envelopes and a sheet of paper. She unfolded the paper.

Inside this envelope, you will find ten numbered envelopes containing the tasks you are to complete. Open the next number after completing the prior task. Don't cheat, and don't forget to photograph or video.

Yeah, she thought. Sounds innocent enough. And right there was the small coin envelope with the big numeral one. Bonnie had been blessed with beauty of both face and figure. Consequently, she'd spent many years as a model, earning a living but never getting rich. She'd never posed nude despite being offered good money to do it. Now, she would probably be doing it free. She worked with Sandy, now selling real estate, sure that her beauty was still an asset. She carefully opened the envelope.

You are to go to the Meredith Building and enter the glass elevator naked except for the tiniest thong you can find, and ride it to the sixteenth floor, then back to the first floor

Topless but not naked, although with the tiny thong she'd be wearing, she'd be about ninety-nine percent naked. For the first time, the realization of what was in store for her worked its way into her brain. She'd promised to do it but wondered if she really could.

It had been theoretical before but was about to become real. She'd start in the morning and see how many tasks she could complete on the first day.

A good night's sleep should help.

Bonnie was up at seven-thirty, fixed a simple breakfast of toast, jam, and orange juice, and was ready to leave when there was a knock at the front door. She opened the door.

"Damon, do I need to call the police?"

"Bonnie, no, I'm good."

"BJ, the last I remember, you weren't good; you were a pile of shit or worse."

"When was that?"

"I don't keep track of stuff like that."

"It was almost nine years ago, Bonnie." When you said you never wanted to see me again, I moved to Boise, Idaho. I Joined AA, got a degree from Boise State, and lived a normal life. But I missed you. I came back here to see if I could find you."

"Unfortunately, you found me, even though I told you I never wanted to see you again."

"Did you listen to what I just said? Is it one and done with you?"

One and done? Bonnie wondered if that described her. Somehow, her beauty seemed to draw handsome wackos, Damon J. Briscoe being the chief exception. They'd been dating for a year, and she'd decided that they'd be together for life when DJ found alcohol and lots of it. He missed appointments, he missed meetings, and he seemed to miss about everything, including Bonnie. It finally became untenable, and DJ was unwilling or unable to change, and they parted.

"What's that?" she asked, looking at something he was extending toward her.

"It's my eight years sober coin from AA."

Bonnie took the coin, studying it as her mind was processing what BJ had said. Could he really be the man he'd been nine years before?

"I'm here to beg for a chance, Bonnie. That's all I can ask after all these years."

Bonnie looked at DJ. His face, his eyes, his body all said he was being truthful and sincere. Bonnie decided.

"We had it once, DJ. Can we do it again?"

His face lit up. "We can."

Almost instantly, Bonnie's thinking shifted gears. She had a challenge to take care of. Did she have a photographer? DJ had seen her naked more times than she could count, so that wasn't an issue. Eight years was the issue.

"Come inside, DJ. I need to explain something to you."

Ten minutes later, he sat with his mouth open. "So, you guys wanted some excitement?"

"Yep, and I'm ready to get started."

"That's light years from what I'd hoped for, Bonnie, but I'm game if you are."

"We all agreed to do whatever was on the list, and I put some nasty ones on the list I created. And I can't believe that BJ Briscoe is going to follow my challenges and probably video them."

"I'll use your phone to video, but you only know the first one, right?"

"Yup, and we'd better get going. I'm going to rent a room so that I'll have someplace to start and finish."

"Oh, you're renting a hotel room."

"Don't push it, DJ," Bonnie said with a laugh. "It's only been five minutes.

Bonnie pushed the button, and the garage door went up.

"Is that your car?"

"Sure is. I love it."

"What is it?"

"It's a restored 1987 Toyota MR2."

"It's beautiful and not very big."

"Have you driven a standard transmission?"

My dad had a Chevrolet, and I drove it a couple of times."

"Want to drive the MR2?"

"I'd better pass on that. Maybe one day."

DJ liked the sound of

maybe one day

. It spoke of the future.

"We'll take my car."

Bonnie pulled into the parking garage next to the hotel. They walked into the hotel, and Bonnie rented a room on the second floor.

"That's quite an elevator, isn't it? All clear glass."

"I didn't even look. I'll see enough of it later. And I'm sure the clerk thinks I'm a prostitute, and you're my customer."

"Bonnie, you're giving me all kinds of openings here."

"Just ignore them." Bonnie was amazed at how quickly the eight years seemed to be melting away, and she was feeling comfortable with him.

Maybe the entire effect of the eight years hadn't disappeared as Bonnie was feeling a certain tension as she began to strip. Perhaps it was too much, too fast. She hadn't wanted to wear the thong to the hotel, so she stripped completely and then put on the thong.

"I'll say one thing, then nothing more. You haven't lost a thing, Bon."

She didn't answer but smiled. "Does the back look okay? That's what the people in the elevator will see since I'll be facing the glass wall."

"Looks great."

"Let's go, then," Bonnie said, opening the door and stepping into the deserted hallway.

DJ followed her, taking his first video.

At the elevator, she pressed the UP button, and in fifteen seconds, the door opened. Four amazed people watched as she stepped to the front of the elevator, DJ staying back and taking the video.

"I think I'm going to miss my meeting," a man in a suit and tie chuckled. "What floor are you going to?"

Bonnie didn't look at the man and shook her head.

"The view from this side is great, but I'm going to check the front view," Mr. Well Dressed said as he stepped forward to the glass front of the elevator as it stopped at the fourth floor.

Bonnie shivered lightly, not used to being naked or nearly so and being

checked out

. True, DJ had seen her naked many times, and she'd been more than happy to strip for him then. But this was strangers, and she was a little surprised at her reaction. She hoped it would normalize as she progressed since there were nine more tasks to complete. She didn't look at the man who was giving her boobs the once over.

She glanced out the glass front and could see a group of people on the ground looking up at her. She didn't see any binoculars but could see lots of phones. So far, no one on the elevator had taken her picture, except DJ, of course.

Bonnie could hear lots of comments behind her as people exited and entered. At the fifteenth floor, the man in the suit turned to DJ.

"You're obviously with her, and she's gorgeous. Probably some kind of a dare, and I'd take a photo, but I could never delete it, and my wife would eventually find it and be very suspicious. Good luck." He stepped out when the door opened.

Now, they were the only two people left, and Bonnie turned toward him, and he videoed this side of her. No one entered at the sixteenth floor, and they started down. At twelve, they stopped, and four men stepped in.

"Holy shit. I told you guys that this hotel has the best amenities."

"Naked women in the elevator. What a great idea."

Three phones were out and aimed at Bonnie.

"Can you turn around, please?"

Bonnie closed her eyes, opened them, and turned toward the men ... for two seconds. Her back was quickly toward them again. She took a deep breath. She'd done it, and it hadn't hurt a bit.

More stops and more people on and off. When the elevator stopped at the second floor, Bonnie turned and walked off; many "goodbyes" and "hope I see you later" followed her into the hall. There was only one other person in the hallway, and they were at the far end. DJ took one final video of her twitching buttocks. Almost to their room, the person coming from the other end was nearly to them. As DJ was unlocking the door, he heard the comment.

"Love those fantastic tits and the pointy nipples," he said as he whizzed by.

DJ's first impulse was to confront him, but Bonnie was standing there with those beautiful breasts totally bare, her nipples hard and erect. He smiled at Bonnie, who rolled her eyes as they went into the room.

"Well, you did it, and it was fascinating to watch. I kept wondering what was going through your mind."

"It changed a lot in the time it took the elevator to go up and back down. At first, I was trembling. I wore bikinis and lingerie when I modeled, but you're the only man who's seen me naked. Later, I almost smiled at the reaction of people when they saw me. By the end, it was beginning to feel natural, and a few more people seeing me was no big deal."

"I knew that you were rumored to be wilder than you really were, and you did nothing to quell those rumors."

She laughed. "Pretending is different than doing. Let me dress, and we'll look at number two."

Bonnie slipped off the thong, dressed, and sat down beside DJ, the big yellow envelope in her hand. She opened it and found the number two coin envelope. She carefully unfolded the paper, smiling at DJ.

You are to go to Bernard's second floor, where the men's and women's departments are adjacent. In the women's dressing rooms, strip naked and make your way to the men's dressing rooms. Return to women's rooms to retrieve your clothing.

"You could get through that without being seen at all."

"Not likely. Depends on how many people are there, probably."

"Want to head there."

"Sure. I'd like to get these over with."

"Want to drive?"

"DJ cut it out."

"Okay."

"Listen, when I finish this, and if things work out, I'll drive your MR2."

"I can live with that." DJ thought he could live with just about anything after the way

she'd hinted at the future once again.

The MR2 pulled into the parking garage next to Bernard's, DJ, and Bonnie, crossing the lane and going to the second floor. They talked for a few moments, planning how he'd follow to video her. She scouted the route, came back, and went to one of the stalls to strip. This would be a little different as her neatly trimmed dark muff would be visible this time. She was ready.

"DJ?" she called.

"Clear," he answered.

Bonnie darted out of the stall and behind a rack of dresses, DJ getting a quick video. She moved easily to the aisle separating the two sections. Being a weekday, the men's department was nearly empty. She checked the aisle and was across and behind a rack of shirts that only partially hid her. With only one man visible and several racks away, she made it to the dressing room and jumped into one of the stalls.

She paused for a few seconds to catch her breath, which would also allow DJ to get set. Opening the door, she stepped out and was face to face with a partially dressed man who was startled to see her.

"You're in the men's dressing rooms, honey. But don't hurry away."

"I guess I misread the sign," she answered, "so I'll just scoot past you." That was the plan, but it didn't work quite the way she'd thought it might. The aisle was narrow, and the man's body was taking up most of it. When she tried to squeeze past, she found her bare breasts rubbing against his bare chest. But her leg also tangled with his, and she felt herself falling, two hands grabbing her before she hit the floor. The grabbing involved her waist and left breast, but she was thankful that she hadn't totally fallen.

"Whoa, are you okay?" he asked, helping her maintain her balance.

"I'm good, and thanks, but I need to get going." She looked out the door and raced to a rack of sports coats, crouching to stay hidden.

"Wait, you forgot your clothes," the man called, looking around for the invisible Bonnie.

"I think she disappeared that way," DJ said, directing the man away from where Bonnie was hidden.

He directed her back to the women's dressing rooms with no further viewing from others. Within minutes, she was back with him, now dressed again.

"I couldn't help noticing some red marks on your boob. Did something happen?"

"Which do you want first, the good news or the bad?"

"The good, I guess."

"I was falling, and the guy you saw caught me."

"The bad, then?"

"He caught me by my waist and left boob. He left fingerprints, I think."

"I got some good video, and I'm sorry about your fingerprints."

"Smart ass," she answered.

DJ loved hearing that. It sounded very normal coming from Bonnie.

"Let's go to the car and check out what's next.

Bonnie opened the big envelope and removed the small one, numbered three. She looked at it, then smiled at DJ.

You are to go to a park of your choice along with a man of your choice and take at least 10 artistic nude photos. They should be taken at a spot that can be seen by patrons of the park.

"Well, you've been taking videos, so that's no different. I imagine we may draw a crowd, though."

"Are you okay with that?"

"I don't have a choice."

"You said you were getting more comfortable with being seen."

"I'm not sure that's exactly what I said, but it's a little bit true, at least."

"What I'm thinking is, we can plan ten poses and pull them off, bang, bang, bang. Or, we can plan as we go, which will give the observers longer views of the gorgeous brunette. And you can be the masked brunette if you'd like."

"That's a thought. Maybe it's my face, along with the nakedness, that bothers me. I think there's a little costume shop at the other end of the mall. We can stop there, and I'll grab a mask."

They did just that, Bonnie selecting a black mask that would adequately hide her face. She was interested in how she'd react with the mask.

DJ followed her directions to the park. They began walking, searching for an appropriate place for Bonnie's posing, finally settling on a small knoll with several trees and a flowering bush. They talked for a moment, and then Bon stepped behind the bush and stripped, carefully hanging her clothing from some of the branches. She put the mask on, smiling that no one would know who she was. She was ready and stepped out from behind the bush.

DJ was ready, and Bonnie walked to one of the large trees and leaned her shoulder against it, crossed her ankles, and then crossed her arms, squeezing her breasts together. A big smile completed the picture.

There were lots of people in the park below the knoll, and Bon's smile broadened as several people were headed toward her.

"Ready?" DJ called, and at Bonnie's nod, took a photo, then took three more as Bonnie shifted her pose slightly for each photo.

Bonnie watched more people coming up the knoll, and some were already videoing with their phones.

For the second photo, Bonnie lay on the grass, one elbow on the ground and her chin in her hand. DJ took the photos.

"Hey, can we suggest some poses?" someone called.

DJ and Bonnie ignored the question and prepared for the next pose.

"Remember that these are supposed to be artistic photos. If they drift toward porn, there may be trouble with the crowd."

"You're right, but the mask is like magic. It's not me that's naked because no one knows who it is. I could see any of these people tomorrow, and they wouldn't know it was me. But I'll control myself."

"You've changed a lot while I was in Idaho."

"Maybe a little. I did agree to do this challenge, but the mask has created a bigger change.

"Fair enough. Why don't you just pose -- we need eight more -- and I'll keep clicking away."

So, Bonnie posed, emphasizing her nearly perfect breasts and not hiding her dark muff while forcing herself to keep her legs together. She was surprised by the way the observers were honoring a reasonably large semicircle around where she was posing. When the tenth set of photos was completed, DJ went to Bonnie.

"Why don't you go behind the bush and dress while I occupy the crowd? Then sneak out, the back, and down the hill, and I'll meet you at the car."

Bonnie smiled. "See you later."

DJ went to where he had been standing while taking the photos, waiting as though he expected his model to return.

"How do you get a job taking pictures of a babe like that?"

"You have to do something to make a living, right? It might as well be fun."

"Amen, brother. She looks like she'd be LOTS of fun."

DJ nodded and smiled, remembering when Bon had certainly been lots of fun until he had screwed it up. Fate had smiled on him, and he felt he was ready. He could only hope that Bonnie was ready, too. He waited at least two or three minutes longer than he thought she'd need to disappear.

"Where is she, man, changing her outfit?"

That brought a laugh from everyone.

"Listen, you guys, I think I'll just take off. Have a great rest of your day." He walked off down the knoll, ignoring the questions and comments from the disappointed watchers.

Partway back to the car, he was joined by a fully dressed and maskless brunette with her hair in a ponytail.

"Better be careful. Some of those guys may have followed me."

"I'll walk five feet behind you, then, your majesty."

DJ snickered. "As you wish, Lady Godiva."

"A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse."

I think we're getting a little silly," DJ said over his shoulder, and Bonnie laughed.

"The car, at last," she said, climbing in after DJ unlocked the door. "Let me check number four." She found the coin envelope with a four on it. She smiled at DJ and opened it.

Have a man of your choice take you to a park for a picnic and simulate having sex, or actually have sex if you choose to do that.

DJ looked at Bonnie, a half-smile on his face.

"Don't even think it," she said, raising one eyebrow.

"I didn't say a thing."

."It's not hard to read your mind, you know."

Years ago, DJ had been not only her lover but also her best friend. Now that he was back, the best friend part had resurfaced, and she was feeling more comfortable with that. It would take much longer for the lover part to return, if ever, she thought. The look on his face when she'd read the details of the quest was not a best friend look, though.

"I just took a zillion pictures of you naked, and I'm back to being a normal male."

"It will be light for another couple of hours, so we can do number four. We need to run home and I'll put on a sundress. I've decided already that cowgirl is the simplest way to simulate sex. So, get this little critter moving. I'll dress, and you can gather stuff for the picnic."