I was doing a final sound check while Ann was busy sorting out some lingerie from the big box next to the catwalk. It was one o' clock in the afternoon and we were anxiously preparing for the arrival of the models. We had set up the dress rehearsal for eight o' clock that evening.
"You'll have to tell me who the new model is; I have to sort these out according to size." Ann pointed the box of lingerie.
"Mrs. Jacobs." I said nonchalantly and continued undistracted with my chores.
She dropped something that had the shape of panties from her hands; like a feather it glided to her feet.
"What! Pete!" She started to laugh. "I'm not even going to ask how you did it."
"Don't" I said, "We just have to put up a 'for the animals' poster somewhere."
"I see, and am I correct if I say this bears the reverend's approval?"
"One hundred percent," I said with confidence.
"You think the ladies will all be comfortable and at ease in each other's company?" Ann asked concerned. "You know sometimes it's more difficult for a woman to be naked amongst other women than in front of men."
"Really?" I was surprised by this piece of information.
"Yes, men don't tend to be such harsh critics. Women can be very cat-like you know."
"Maybe we should have an ice breaker of some sorts before we start then," I suggested.
"Might be a good idea," Ann said. "Any suggestions?"
I thought a bit then replied. "Harry boasted the other day that he had bought a great board game of 'Truth or Dare'. It sounded like a lot of fun the way he explained it."
Harry was one of my class mates, not one of my best friends, but we were not enemies either. He was kind of nerdish and weird and did everything he could to be more in with the boys, but wasn't too successful. I assumed the game he boasted about, was one of his efforts.
"Wow, it's been a while since I last played that game!" Ann smiled. "You think we can borrow it? It sounds like a good idea to relax the ladies a bit."
"He is a bit skimpy with his stuff. I don't think he will let go of his game easily. He will definitely want some compensation." I warned. I thought the matter over a few seconds, then added. "Would you mind if I used you as hard currency?"
"What do you mean?" Ann asked and her voice was alert.
"Don't worry. Nothing serious. I'll bet he will let go of his precious game in return for a glimpse between your legs."
"Pete! I know Harry, he'll tell the whole school!" Ann objected.
"I'm sure he will. The thing is, nobody will believe him. The boys are used to his bragging. Nobody believes him anymore."
***
A half an hour later I was in tense negotiations with Harry Edwards. We were in his bedroom, located in a flat at the backyard of his parents' home. At first I tried to obtain the board game without compromising Ann's dignity, but the conversation was going nowhere. Harry did not part with his possessions easily. I could not tell him why I needed the game and he was obviously thinking in the lines of joining in if there was any fun to be had with his game. For obvious reasons I could not allow that and at last I realized I had to throw in the bait.
"What if I told you that you could look at Mrs. Ann van Zyl's naked pussy if I could borrow your game?"
Harry's chubby body stiffened and his eyes were big behind the thick lenses of his glasses. "Yeah, yeah. And how are you going to accomplish that?" It was clear he did not believe a word I said.
"What if I told you she was waiting right outside in the car, just waiting for my signal?" I threw my aces on the deck.
"You're joking," Harry still did not believe me, but his body shivered slightly and there were tiny droplets of sweat on his forehead.
"Have we got a deal?" I asked adamantly.
"If you are telling the truth you can take the bloody game for keeps," Harry promised.
"Okay then," I vowed to myself to keep him up to his promise, "Just stay here. I'll get her."
Two minutes later I was back in Harry's bedroom with Ann next to me.
"So I've heard there was something you liked to see Harry?" Ann asked innocently.
Harry was speechless; the reality of the situation must have dawned upon him. His only reply was a big fixated stare behind his glasses. He licked his lips and he was now sweating profoundly. He looked up and down at Ann. She was wearing a white knee-length skirt with a flowery blouse.
"Somebody cut your tongue Harry?" Ann teased while she flaunted the skirt up and down, displaying her legs and just for a brief second, the bottom edge of her white French-style panties.
"I've heard you had such a nice board game. Would you mind if I borrowed it for a while? Hmm?" Ann asked tauntingly while she lifted her skirt slowly further to above her waist. Her panties were now in full view and while she kept the skirt in tact above her waist with her elbow she edged the loose silk material to the sides of her triangle with her finger tips. Her vulva strained against the material like a ripe fruit ready to explode. Her fingers moved up and down over the fabric, then pressed hard into it, revealing a tiny wet spot between two thick lips. She grabbed the material on the side and gently pulled it to the side. Her private parts were now fully exposed to Harry's greedy stare. The payment lasted only five seconds and Ann released the fabric again and dropped the skirt to her knees.
Harry's just stood there, his body frozen, his mouth gaping open. A trickle of saliva flowed down his chin. I realized he would remain in that position for the remainder of the day and grabbed the box containing the game.
"Come Ann, we're running late!" I said as I grabbed her arm to lead her away from the salt statue resembling Harry Edwards.
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