This is the second installment of a four-part series revolving around The Brookhaven Book Club, a group of six ladies who meet monthly to discuss books, drink wine, and talk, i.e., gossip. One of the members decides the ladies might enjoy some daring adventures, getting naked or partially so, and completing a challenge that could allow them to be seen. They all agree to do this and each member fills out four cards describing challenges, the cards are put together and shuffled. Each member draws a card and has four weeks to complete the challenge, documenting what they've done along the way. At the next meeting, each will share what they've done.
This installment covers the adventures of two of the women--Cecily and Gloria.
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CHALLENGE #2 - Cecily
Cecily had that "fatal" card tucked in her purse. Even though she was nicely buzzed by the wine she had consumed, she was still Cecily, and what was on the card had her trembling. She kept telling herself that she had agreed to do whatever the card said but couldn't imagine herself actually getting ... naked, or at least topless, and letting others see her that way, perhaps even men.
At home, she sat on the couch, staring at her purse, looking lonely as it sat on the chair across the room from her. Her brain was telling her she had to read it again, but her trembling body wasn't moving to get it done. She decided there were two things she needed to do before she looked at the card that was telling her what her challenge would be. First, she'd go to that website the ladies had discovered, Literotica it was called, and she'd read one or two stories from the Exhibitionism and Voyeur category. After reading how happy and excited the women were when they exposed their nakedness to others, she'd search for pictures that would echo the stories. Hopefully, that would heat her blood enough that she'd be ready to do what was on the card.
It took her an hour to find and read the two stories that had the female main characters exposed and excited, one having very descriptive sex with her boyfriend, who had been watching her get naked, along with several of his friends. When she went to the pictures, she noted that all of the females were smiling as others looked at their breasts and that other part too. She tried to put herself in each picture, only partially successful. Still, she needed to read and try to re-digest what she'd be doing.
Determined to do it, she went to her purse, removed the card, and stretched out on the couch to read. She admired the neat writing, wondering which of the other five had written it. She'd try to check on that in the future, but now, she read.
She was to go to Brighton, a town about 40 miles away, and there she was to go to the Daughters of Jezebel Club. With Jezebel in the name, she was suspicious, so she interrupted her reading long enough to go to her computer to check. She found that it was usually called "The Daughters of Jezebel Strip Club." Her breath caught in her throat as she reread the name, a chill running down her spine. She'd be doing a strip act of some kind, she was sure. In front of a large audience as well, mostly men.
She could back out of her challenge, but that meant she'd have to resign from the book club. A moment's thought and a deep breath steeled her. Despite her timid nature, she had been taught to keep her word, and she would do it, no matter how she felt about it. She continued reading.
She was to sign up for the amateur night at the club. If she thought it would help, she should go early and have a couple of drinks to help her relax. She was to mingle and talk to people. Before the strip show was to begin, there'd be an hour with the dance floor open. Then, when the time came, she was to perform her striptease dance, topless at least. More than topless was up to her. She was allowed to wear a mask since so many people would see her, perhaps someone who'd recognize her. Still, it was Brighton, forty miles away.
She paused her reading to reread. "... since so many people would see her." She wondered how many that might be. As she pondered that, she was surprised when she decided that one, or ten, or one hundred didn't matter. Being seen was being seen.
They had agreed that pictures had to be made to document what each had done. She wasn't sure how that could be accomplished. She wondered, though. What would Mitch think? She'd have to tell him eventually. If she told him now, before it happened, she wondered what his reaction would be. He often embarrassed her by telling her she was a
babe
, even though, when she was in public, it never showed. He'd be home soon, and she'd know the answer to the important question.
"At least topless, huh?" Mitch asked, a pleasant smile on his face.
"Yeah, at least."
He eyed her a bit suspiciously. He'd known Cecily for eight years, and they'd been married for four. He'd found her timidity fascinating, her lack of confidence a challenge, and when he'd finally talked her into going swimming and seen her in a very conservative one-piece suit, he was amazed at what he saw. It was that day he began telling her she was a babe, always to her crimson cheeks. But she was, and when they married, and he saw her naked the first time, he had no words for the vision before his eyes, "babe" being totally inadequate. He thought she was spectacular and perfectly proportioned.
Cecily watched her husband and recognized the way he was looking at her. She wasn't a mind-reader, but Mitch often unconsciously revealed what he was thinking. Although still fully dressed, she felt naked as he eyed her. She waited anxiously for him to voice his thoughts.
"Can you do it?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"It's not if I do it. I have to do it. The others are going to."
"You sure?"
"They all agreed and drew a card."
"So you don't know what they're going to be doing?"
"We each filled out four cards, put them together, and drew one."
"How could you fill out
four
of them?"
Red cheeks from Cecily.
"Holy crap, has my sweet and demure wife been watching porn?"
"And reading it," she added, proud of herself for saying it.
"You're serious, aren't you."
"Serious ... and a little terrified as well," Cecily admitted.