Ok guys, so a friend of mine had this interesting experience a couple of summers ago.. She wanted me to use this platform to describe her thoughts and feelings as the events happened. I hope you enjoy her story.......
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Hi guys. My name's Jane. I'm an architecture student at a University in southern England which will remain nameless. Because obviously, I don't want any creeps tracking me down and stalking me in the university library.
So I'm a 20 year old, wide eyed, 5'6'' blonde. I love art, architecture (obviously!) going to gym and hanging out with friends. I should also add, for the purposes of this story, that I am the proud owner of a pair of bouncy, bountiful E-cup breasts, which I simply cant hide! All the boys stare, even when I'm wearing a tight sports bra!
As I'm sure you all know, education is expensive. And well, I wasn't born rich. The child of a waitressing single mother, really, I have to rely on my student loan for a lot of expenses. Except, well, it covers my expenses as well as a g-string covers Kim Kardashians arse. So, like the mother I'm so proud of, I started waitressing. Put on a low-cut top and bosh -- the tips would start coming in.
However, It was still just getting me by. I was working hard, I wanted some disposable income!
So, I did what every young conventionally attractive girl did who was looking for a high income did in the 21st Century. I signed up for a variety of premium social media outlets, which let me get horny dudes to pay for my textbooks. You know the apps and sites I'm talking about.
Is started with a few topless selfies, and well, it got filthier and filthier.
Before I knew it I was oiled up and naked with a butt-plug in my arse and a 12 inch didlo in my pussy, moaning for tips and items off my wishlist.
My fans were really into public stuff. A flash in the supermarket, pulling down my leggings in the woods whilst out for a hike, that sort of thing. So I knew these would really bring in the cash as special videos to sell independently to my fans.
So this was all paying for textbooks and ramen noodles, with some extra cash for shoes and nights out too.
One day my friend Tor (real name Victoria) called up and told me about Zante.Tor was from a very wealthy family. She had gone to boarding school and was really into horses for some reason..... She was from a very different background to me, both economically and socially. But I got on with her better than anyone else on my course.
She saif herself and some friends were going to Zante in Greece after the exams. They were going 5 star -- of course...thinking of renting a boat......we'll have to stock up on champers in dutyfree....
Damn. This was gonna cost quite a bit. I asked how much I'd need to stump up to join in.
"I dunno babes, probably 3 or 4 grand. I'll let you know the deets once we've got it all sorted."
Her flippant response to the costs made me think the bank of mum and dad were paying for this.
"So you in babes? I'll have to let the other girls and the travel agency know..."
My accent and lack of a pony already made me feel different to the other girls, I didn't want to feel like I didn't belong with them.
"Of course Tor, count me in."
I wasn't really worried out the money, with the right content I could definitely bring it in. It would take a bit of brain-storming though.
The next day I went for coffee with my friend Bianca.
Bianca was from a similar background to me. And well... I mean this in the kindest way possible...she was a dirty, depraved slut. She'd had two threesomes and a foursome just this term. She'd even fooled around with me a bit, but that's another story for another time.
The reason I'm telling you all this is that basically, she's not at all sexually repressed, and she's not at all judgemental about what women (or men for that matter) want to do with their bodies. So she's been very supportive of my money-making endeavours so far. She's been camera-woman, director, lighting editor and so on.
So I told her all about what I needed the money for. She was being taken away to Greece for two weeks by a rich middle-aged couple. (No she wasn't paying.....)
I felt like I was in a marketing meeting for some Silicon Valley tech start-up.
"So, your fans love the public stuff. They loved you masturbating in the changing rooms. And they loved the topless rollercoaster ride too! I think we have to go down that route."
I agreed. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. I'm not sure what though."
"Hmmm, we'll have to take it up a notch or two. I think we need some real risk of you getting caught."
"I know, worst comes to worst I can flirt with the police though!"
Bianca looked doubtful.
"I think we need to go somewhere without Police. Or at least where they have security guards instead of police. They'll be less likely to stick to protocol...."
"How about that big shopping centre on the edge of town. You know the big mall thing. A few security guards. I reckon they only get the police involved if there's some really high level shoplifting going on."
Bianca smiled. "That might not be a bad idea. What would you do there though? More hijinks in the changing rooms? A good old fashioned streak?"
I sipped my cappuccino thoughtfully.
"Maybe, I could just flash every now and then? Or change into the sluttiest lingerie I can find? Come out of the changing room, then ask the nearest guy what he thinks?"
"Might be a little on the tame side for you." Bianca commented. "How about you try on some bras....but not in the changing rooms!"
My eyes widened. And then my heart started pumping with excitement.
"Oh come on, I know how bold you are! And you have great tits!"
I blushed- but she was right, I had a cracking pair.
"Ok, but we'll need to plan this....are you going to be the camera-woman?"
"Of course." Bianca smiled devilishly.
One week later, on a sunny Thursday morning, Bianca's beaten up old Renault Clio swung into the shopping centre's car park. She had picked me up 30 minutes before, after I'd dressed in what I thought would be best. This included a pink, strapless crop top with no bra. To be honest it was basically little more than a strapless bra. It clung to my big tits, and once the air-conditioning had got going in the car, you could clearly see my nipples poking through the thin fabric. I'd chosen this because it would be easy to tug down quickly before trying on bras. It would then be easy to get it on quickly.
To go with the top I'd gone with a pair of short denim shorts. The daisy dukes stopped covering me just below the arse cheek. Under this, I hadn't bothered with underwear. I wasn't bothering on top so why bother downstairs! On my feet, just a simple pair of black flip-flops.
The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. How was I going to do this?
Bianca got her camera ready in her palm and we stepped out of the car and started walking toward the entrance. As we entered, the sensation of heat beating down on my skin changed to a cooling breeze of strong air conditioning.
