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My stomach was in knots the whole way home.
Stupid Bethany Silver had just almost caught me coming out of the "Good Girls Flashing" offices in Ft. Lauderdale, and that TV commercial of me buck naked and masturbating in college was still airing because the horrible CEO of GGF, Corey Franky, wouldn't take it down!
If Bethany saw that commercial, even for a few seconds, she'd instantly recognize who it was, even twenty years later! But luckily, she didn't seem like the type to watch seedy late-night men's channels. I just hoped Jake had written one hell of a scary Cease and Desist letter; I needed my husband to save me from this humiliation, and fast!
Jake was doing something at the kitchen table on his laptop when I got home, looking a little guilty.
He pushed down the screen as soon as I came in the door and looked up at me. "How did it go with the CEO?"
"Terrible!" I said, almost tearing up. "He wouldn't agree to take my video down, or negotiate, or anything! And he's just very... demanding!"
I would tell Jake about the no-panties fiasco some other day, if ever; I didn't want him to know his wife was flashing her pussy at strange men in lobbies! But at least now that billboard option was definitely off the table!
I leaned on our granite countertop for support. "How is it going with that Cease and Desist? Please tell me you've sent it already!?"
He looked even guiltier. "We're making progress. But one of the senior partners wanted to see the evidence against the distribution company before he'd sign the firm's name to a letter. So I had to pull him aside into a conference room and, uh... show it to him."
"A senior partner?! Which one?"
"Steven Pressman."
I felt my self getting light headed. "Oh god, Jake- I dance with Steven at every company Christmas party!"
Jake swallowed. "I know."
"And now you're telling me that he's seen me, in that horrible commercial?!"
Jake looked even guiltier. "Not just the commercial. To fully document all the grievances in the Cease and Desist, we had to watch the um... unedited version."
I almost fell over.
"JAKE! The UNEDITED version! That means he saw-"
Oh god, how much had Jake shown him?
The part where a nude-as-a-baby me spread my legs as wide as they would go and winked at the camera?
The part where I came, rubbing my shaved pussy and moaning at the top of my lungs?
Or the part where my roommate fingered me, doggy-style, to another screaming orgasm, while the cameraman and director laughed and cheered us on?
How could I ever look Steven in the eye again?!
I was blushing from head to toe, my skin hot to the touch. "Oh Christ Jake- you let, you let another man... see my naked body... like that?!"
"It was very professional," my husband snapped, while blushing himself. "We closed the conference room door, had the sound very low, and no one else was in there except us. And Steven is bound by attorney-client privilege not to tell anyone about what he saw!"
"That doesn't make me feel any better!"
Steven Goddard was a tall, distinguished man in his mid-fifties and one of the founding attorneys of Jake's prestigious firm. He always brought the perfect bottle of wine when he came to visit, told the most tasteful jokes at dinner parties, and always smelled like the hint of very expensive cologne when he held me close as we slow danced at the company Christmas parties.
True, he always held me a little tighter than the other senior partners when we danced, his right hand sometimes drifting down to the upper swell of my ass as we swayed, our bodies pressed close, but he never meant anything by it. And in truth it was a little flattering to have such a distinguished, successful man being just a little bit flirtatious with me in public.
But now every time we met, part of his mind would picture me as that naked nineteen-year-old girl with her legs splayed open and cumming for the camera!
I held my head. I felt like I was getting a migraine!
"Wait," I said, rubbing my brow, "how did you get the unedited copy? We haven't had that VHS tape around for years!"
And Jake looked even guiltier.
"They have it, um, streaming. Inside the platinum members-only section of the Good Girls Flashing website."
"You bought a membership?!"
"Only to write the Cease and Desist letter! And don't worry, the firm will reimburse us for the costs of any research I do while working on a case-"
That wasn't the point! I didn't want to give that horrible Corey Franky any more money, whether it was ours or the law firm's!
I definitely was getting that headache.
"Jake! That's not what I-"
"Susan, don't worry about that right now," my husband said, swiveling the now-open laptop towards me. "I think we have bigger problems than what Steven knows."
"Oh god, what?!"
There was the sound of a door being thrown open on the floor above us and Jake quickly closed his laptop screen again. We heard eager little feet running down our stairs and a moment later our daughter Skyler bounded into our kitchen the way only eighteen-year old girls without a care in the world can.
"Hiya Mom, Dad! What's up?"
She looked a lot like me, long curly brown hair, long athletic legs, and a gifted chest. She wasn't quite as full as me up top but still had sizable breasts for someone her age and the same fresh-faced, girl-next-door glow I had as a teen too. She even had a similar beauty mark on her face and a very similar way of speaking- Oh god, what if people thought the girl in the video was HER?
I swallowed that disastrous thought and tried to smile. "Nothing, honey!"
"You okay?" she laughed, picking up an apple from the basket and rubbing it on her shirt. "You look a little flushed, Mom."
"I just came back from the gym," I lied, looking at Jake. "I was just going to take a shower."
"Oh cool cool cool. So hey," she giggled, tossing the apple around in her slim hands, "ummmmm, a couple of guys invited Jasmine and I to the lake tonight! Can I go?"
"Not dressed like that you can't!" I sputtered.
Skyler was barefoot and wearing a tied-off half shirt that was really just the front of a shirt- you could see all of her flat stomach and her entire bra from the back! And her cut-off jean 'shorts' were so short it was really the whites of her hanging pockets that were covering her thighs, if anything, with the round lower curves of her butt visible in back too!
It was barely acceptable to wear around the house with her father home, and definitely not around guys her own age!
"Moooommm," she laughed, "I'm going to change when we get there. It's a lake party- Jasmine and I will be wearing swimsuits."
"Your one piece, I hope!"
She laughed again, twisting the stem of her apple. "Mooooom! Stop being such a prude! All the girls wear bikinis now a days."
"Skyler, the bikini you were wearing at our party- it was barely a thong! Wearing that in public, it's like... dancing in front of everyone in your underwear!"
She turned her attention to Jake, sliding between him and the table. "Pleeeeease Daddy?" she laughed, sitting like a little girl, across his thighs. "No one's bringing any alcohol, I promise! And I'll be back by eleven!"
