It was just chance that I happened to be available when Mrs Holding called. I'd had a date lined up, but I'd just received a call from his mother saying he wouldn't be available. He'd decided that falling off his bike and breaking a leg was an interesting way to spend the afternoon.
While I sympathised, it did sort of leave me dateless on a Friday night. That's a terrible situation for any eighteen year old girl, so I was actually relieved when Mrs Holding needed an emergency sitter. It was a perfect excuse for not being out partying.
Apparently Mrs Holding had accepted an invite to a friend's place for a lingerie party, assuming that her husband would watch the kids for a few hours. On the other hand, Mr Holding had invited some friends around for beer and poker, assuming his wife would be home looking after the kids.
Could I come over and watch them for a while? It would only be a few hours and then Mrs Holding would be home. It sounded like an easy night so I agreed and duly arrived at their place at the nominated time.
Mrs Holding and the kids were pleased to see me, but Mr Holding seemed especially pleased. I found out after Mrs Holding had left that he had ulterior motives. Would I be so kind as to keep an eye on him and his mates in the games room to make sure they didn't run low on snacks and beer? I didn't actually have to make the snacks. That was all done. Just make sure that they were available when required. It would save him having to leave the game to get stuff.
He asked nicely enough, so why not? It wasn't going to take much effort on my part.
His friends arrived and their games began. I made sure beer and biscuits were available, flirting a little as I did so, and then left to put the kids to bed. As I left I heard one of them give an appreciative sigh.
"Very nice. Very nice indeed. I wouldn't mind one of those at home for myself."
I pretended not to hear, of course, but I was smirking as I left and it's just possible that my bottom might have been swishing about a little more than strictly necessary as I walked.
After that I put the kids to bed and watched a little TV. When the show finished I checked to see how the snacks were holding up, found they needed more and went to get them.
When I was putting the things out it seemed to me that the men were all looking at me rather intently. It was both flattering and rather embarrassing. I mean, I was eighteen, and they were all around the thirty mark. I know I've got a good figure and I dress to show it off but I don't normally get that much attention.
As I was leaving there were some odd comments.
"How about if just one of us scores."
"Could be fun for the one, but which one?"
"We play. Winner takes all and he can do what he likes with the prize."
"If she objects?"
"Who cares? And if she tries to complain, four of us will be saying it was OK."
I checked the kids and they were asleep. Mrs Holding would be back in another hour or so and I'd be free to go. I settled down to watch some more TV.
About halfway through the show Mr Holding and his mates came into the room, all grinning like maniacs.
"Listen, Tracy," said Mr Holding. "The boys and I were talking and we were wondering if your breasts were padded or not. We figured the best way to find out was for you to show them to us. Um, we thought fifty bucks might help persuade you."
I was shocked. I've hear boys say show us your tits before, but never quite this blatantly asking me to really show them.
"You've got to be joking," I said coldly. I mean, really? Show my breasts to a group of men? They had to be having a joke at my expense.
In reply, Mr Holding held up a fifty. He wasn't joking. I found myself looking at the money.
"It's just a case of undoing your bra and lifting it and your top up," pointed out Mr Holding. "It's not as though we'll be touching them or anything like that. And fifty buck is fifty bucks."
I was tempted, I'll admit it. Like he said, fifty is fifty, but to flash them? I shook my head.
"Oh, come on," said one of the other men. Peter I think his name was. "What will it hurt? It's just a bit of harmless fun."
They all seemed to be laughing at me and my nervousness. Mr Holding waved the fifty back and forth in front of me. It was just a case of lifting up my top and bra for a moment, after all. I wore bikinis at the beach without thinking twice. The only difference is that they'd see a nipple and did that really matter.
I shrugged and grabbed the fifty and shoved it into my pocket. Reaching behind me I unhooked my bra and then lifted my top and bra, feeling vaguely defiant. I have nice breasts and I knew men looked at them.
There were a couple of appreciative comments and someone suggested that I should bounce. I shook my head at that one and pulled my top back down into place.
The men laughed and Mr Holding produced another fifty. I was instantly suspicious.
"Thanks, Tracy," he said smiling. "You have very nice breasts. We were also wondering if you shaved. For another fifty, will you show us?"
That was a no brainer. Show them my pussy? Totally out of the question. Not for fifty and not for five hundred. (Actually, if they'd offered five hundred I'd probably have seriously considered it.)
"No way," I stated, project a flat refusal for all I was worth. "The subject is not even open to discussion."
"Told you she wouldn't," said someone. "Back to option one."
I was confused. What was option one?
"OK, Tracy, forget the shaving bit. You can have the extra fifty if you take your top and bra right off. Same deal. No touching."
Now that one I had to think over. After all, they had already seen my breasts. All I would be doing was showing them for a bit longer, so why not?
