Gavin McGowan walked the sidewalk in front of the quaint café where he usually took his lunch each day. This time, however, he was surprised to see a naked girl, blonde and quite attractive, strapped to a pillory. The Forced Public Nudity Act had been passed some time ago, but it had never been implemented in his small town. Until today, apparently.
The girl must have just been placed in the pillory, he reasoned, because no one was paying any attention to her. He walked in front of her and looked her over. She was young and pretty, with firm, pert breasts that jutted out proudly from her chest, adorned with dark pink areolas just larger than a quarter. Her nipples were erect and begging to be pinched. She had a neatly trimmed coating of pubic hair covering her pudendum, but it wasn't sufficient to hide the swollen slit between her labia that was oozing evidence of her arousal. Her legs were shapely, with an ass that was almost perfect.
The sign affixed to the pillory indicated that her name was Matilda Simmons, 22 years of age, serving four hours of Class A EFPN for poor work performance. That meant that her employer subjected her to this punishment in lieu of firing her. Class A meant that she could be fondled and photographed, but sexual penetration was not permitted. A pity, he thought, because she no doubt would have been a superb fuck.
"What exactly is meant by poor work performance, Matilda?" he asked as her reached down to finger the wetness between her labia.
Matilda shuddered as he invaded the moist folds of her labia with his fingers. Her breath caught as he gently guided his fingertips, moist with her wetness, over her clitoris. She tried to answer him but couldn't get her mouth to form words. She was utterly humiliated being displayed, naked and vulnerable to people that she came into contact with on a daily basis. Even more so because it obviously aroused her. She didn't recognize this fellow, but he was good looking and knew exactly what he was doing with his fingers.
"I dropped a tray of food," she said breathlessly.
"Ah! You're a waitress then? Here at the Café?" She nodded, looking at him directly, her eyes begging him not to stop.
"I'm fairly regular, here," he said. "I don't recognize you. You're quite lovely. I'm sure I would remember if I'd seen you before," Gavin said as he plunged two fingers deeper into her slippery love canal.
"New," she said. "Yesterday was my first day." Matilda was at first embarrassed about her arousal, and that it was so obvious, but now she didn't care. She just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.
Gavin reached up with his free hand and fondled her breasts. He guessed they were at least C-cups and firm. He pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, hearing her catch her breath as he did so, then switched to the other one, all the while, moving his fingers in and out of the wetness between her legs.
