The Parade
Tatarina spent a restless afternoon, dreading what would happen that night. All her plans for a quiet get away had evaporated with the arrival of the fat officer. Slowly, the clock clicked its way towards the evening, as Tatarina sat trying to read her book.
Even knowing she was trapped, she was still determined to look her best. She showered and made up, brushing her hair to give it a lustrous shine. Finally, as the fateful hour arrived, she picked up her bag and left for the pier. As she arrived, acutely aware that she was only wearing a thin cotton dress, there was already a queue, made up mostly of men. There were several embarrassing wolf whistles as she made her way to the stage door, where a man with a clip board stood by the entrance.
"Name?"
Tatarina gave it.
"Now let's see, you're in cubicle 13, it's along there on the right, there's a stack of costumes you'll be wearing tonight inside, but don't get changed until you're told. They're numbered so don't get them mixed up!"
As Tatarina walked down the corridor, she could hear the muffled sounds of music coming from the ballroom. There were several other girls, who obviously knew each other, milling around in the corridor. She got a few ugly stares, but managed to ignore them as she found her way to her cubicle.
It was a tiny, with a tatty curtain as a door that barely gave any privacy. Inside, was a stool and narrow vanity in front of a brightly lit mirror. On the vanity was a couple of old magazines, a number 10 on with a Velcro strap, and a series of small packages. She knew she had to wear the number on her wrist, as the manger had instructed her to do so earlier.
Tatarina sat down, and taking out her makeup, spent the next few minutes touching up her face, the butterflies in her stomach making her feel slightly nauseous.
"Everyone, here please."
A voice called out.
Tatarina left the room and joined the line of giggling girls as they made their way to a larger area, just behind the stage of the main ballroom. The manager was waiting for them when they arrived, he looked the girls over, smiling, as his eyes fell on Tatarina. She could hear a dull hum coming from the ballroom, as it started to fill up with patrons.
"Listen up please, you will be called just before eight o'clock, please be dressed with your first item and remember to wear your number, I want you in order, ready to start the show. You will parade as you've been shown. When you return off the stage, go back to your cubicles and wait to be called for the next parade, which will be about 10 minutes after the first call. We will do 4 changes each half, so make sure you are ready on time. Oh, and there's just one other thing!" He smiled. "To avoid any strap lines on those lovely bodies. You will remain naked between parades, I will check on this, as it is very important."
There was a gasp from the girls, and murmurs of discontent.
"I know that sounds strange, but the committee has decided, and let me assure, you it is becoming common practice."
"He's right you know, down in Bafen, they do the same thing."
It was an old hand reassuring the other worried girls.
He smiled to himself, of course he didn't mention it was especially important as the mirrors were two way allowing selected members of the public, usually rich and influential, among them police and judges, to view the girl's charms as they waited. It was amazing to watch the girls between the parades, the tension and nervousness often resulting in the girls masturbating to release the tension. Several videos were taken of these activities!
"Ok, if you're ready there is just 15 minutes to go, just to make sure there is no temptation to get dressed between parades, you will all strip now and place your clothes in these bags."
He took a pile of plastic bags from his assistant and passed them over to the girls.
There were gasps of surprise, but one by one they stripped off, including Tatarina who felt the same strangeness she had at the center, when being forced to strip in front of strangers especially men. And there were several men, presumably organizers, and stage hands standing around, who all looked at the women, making stripping even more embarrassing.
She looked at the women, who, although they came in all shapes and sizes, were all fairly good looking. They all had medium to large breasts although Tatarina's were amongst the larger ones, though certainly not he largest. Lower down, some of the girls had a complete covering of hair on their pubes, but others were hairless, looking like little girls, with their cunt slit clearly visible.
Finally, they were all naked and stood waiting, some covering themselves, as the manager went around and collected the bags. His eyes seemed more focused on their tits than on their faces!
"OK, back to your cubicles and do not open the costume bags, wait until I tell you to get dressed. Remember you will parade in numerical order, number one first and ten last."
The girls chattering again, returned to their cubicles. Tatarina entered hers and closed the flimsy curtain. In the mirror her naked body showed the very faint tan lines where her swim suit had protected her body. She had not had time to get a full tan wearing her old suit, and the one the officer gave her had barely covered anything anyway! She looked at herself reflected in the mirror, and wondered how she ever got into these situations.
Feeling very nervous sitting there nude, she picked up a magazine and flicked through it to while the time away. Outside the cubicle, she could hear people clumping up and down the corridor, and the sound of voices through the thin curtain.
"Ok girls, time to get dressed!"
Tatarina undid the first package and removed the small article of clothing. It was a bright red swimsuit, and there was not much to it. Tatarina stood and stepping into the leg holes pulled the costume up and slipping it over her shoulders. The crotch area just about cupped her sex and trimmed pubic hair, with the back, a narrow band running between her buttocks that divided to join the shoulder straps whilst the front plunged to her naval the thin straps barely covering her nipples. The globes of her breasts just covered, though if she sneezed, she risked her breasts popping out! She couldn't go out in this, and yet she knew she would have to. What would the other girls think!
"Time ladies!"
Taking a deep breath, Tatarina opened the curtain and stepped out. A sea of flesh greeted her, as the girls all displayed their charms. Tatarina was pleased to see she wasn't the only on showing a lot of flesh, though a lot of suits were a lot more conservative. The girls followed each other along the corridor, as they approached the staging area. The manager was there, smiling at the girls, as they stood nervously fiddling with straps or crossing their arms in front of their crotches.
They could hear the sound of the audience next door, laughing and cheering, as the compeer warmed them up in preparation of the parade.
