I entered the large reception area that was adjacent to the room where Trish had initially stripped completely nude in front of everyone, and they were now awaiting her unclothed return with great anticipation and probably just as much excitement as myself; maybe even more. God only knows what was in that will, and I was certainly keen to learn what else she might be coerced into doing to inherit even more money.
It was then, that I realized the cinematographer was still there. She had apparently been hired to film the entire thing, and I was determined to get a copy of the unedited footage from her. She set the camera up, to focus on the door where Trish would be arriving, if she had the guts to return. A minute or so later, my slutty cousin entered the room still devoid of her clothes, eliciting another round of applause. She had the opportunity to pick her clothes up on the way back and duck out of the contract via the side door, but it sure looked like she was going to go through with it after all! What a gold-bricking whore!
"I knew she'd be back!" someone hollered. "She agreed to the deal waaaay too fast! She was ready to take her clothes off at the drop of a hat. What an exhibitionist whore!"
"Speech, speech!" a loud female voice called out. "Talk to us, Trish! Tell us why you traded your pride for cash! Are you really that shallow and materialistic?"
"Yes!" another voice hollered. "Tell us how you feel about going through the rest of your life totally nude! Inquiring minds want to know, Trish! Was it really for the money, or is this just an excuse to take your clothes off and be nude in public? What else will you do for a dollar?"
I approached Trish and took her hands in mine; gently leading her to the front of the room, where everyone could get a full view of her unclothed body, as she stood in front of a transparent polycarbonate podium that was fully mic'd up for sound.
"So you're going to go through with it, then?" I inquired. "Your world will change forever, you know. You will be the focus of humiliating remarks, and quite possibly, even some humiliating acts as part of the deal. Imagine walking through the mall with nothing on except a pair of shoes, Trish. Think you can take the stares and unflattering comments?"
Trish nodded.
"Yes! I think I can handle it." she replied boisterously. "I'll just have to be professional about everything, that's all. If they want a show, I'll give them a show!"
She appeared confident, but I could hear her voice cracking as she responded. Thinking you can handle public nudity, and then actually going through with it are two entirely different things, as she was about to discover, much to her horror; but to the delight of everyone else present. Most especially me.
"Well, here is where you start." I informed her. "People want your reaction to all of this, so go stand up there in front of everybody and try not to piss all over yourself this time. This will be practice for the funeral service."
"The funeral service?" she echoed. "What do you mean?"
"Surely, you were planning on speaking at your mother's funeral, were you not?" I inquired innocently. "The only difference is that now, you will be fully nude, and a lot more people typically attend the funeral than the wake. Word of this is going to get out too, so expect to deliver the eulogy to a packed house, and this chapel holds seven hundred and fifty people."
Trish paled noticeably at the thought but nodded, and to her credit walked as confidently to the head of the crowd to speak as could be expected, for someone so recently and publicly deprived of her clothes.
"Thank you all for being here tonight." she began, looking around the room at dozens of familiar faces; most of them leering at her with devious thoughts on their minds. "I'm sure my appearance must be quite a shock to all of you; I know it certainly is for me."
She paused for a moment, and there were a few nervous giggles, as might be expected at such a situation, and she continued.
"My mother has apparently decided to put some stipulations on my inheritance, as you can see. So far, she has demanded that I remove my clothes in front of all of you and go through life devoid of them from here on out. I have decided to accept that requirement as part of the trials and tribulations of my new clothes-free life. My understanding is that there will be more stipulations to get more money from the estate, so I will have to see what that entails. In the meantime, please help yourselves to the hors d'oeuvres and drinks so graciously provided by the church. I'm sure they will be delicious."
"Not as delicious as you." I remarked; apparently louder than I intended, as there were several guffaws and a harsh glare at me from Trish.
"Again, thank you all for being here this evening, and I hope you will all be at my mother's funeral on Saturday as well. Please feel free to mingle and hang out for a while."
With that, she made her way over to me.
"Thank you for that chauvinist remark, you fucking asshole!" she snapped. "I'm sure you're loving every minute of this, aren't you, you fucking perv?"
"You know it," I responded coolly, "and I think you're beginning to enjoy it a bit yourself, aren't YOU?! Your nipples sure look a lot longer and thicker now, than they did when you first took your clothes off. I think Aunt Em had you pegged, Trish. I think you really love this shit, don't you, you gorgeous exhibitionist slut of a cousin of mine? You love being totally fucking nude in front of everyone, don't you?"
Trish flushed visibly at being called out as a nudist. I knew that deep down inside, now that she had overcome her initial fear of being nude in public, she was secretly digging the entire experience, and maybe even beginning to get a bit turned on with her acts of public nudity and flat-out exhibitionism.
"Now go mingle." I instructed. "Let everyone ogle you thoroughly too. If they want to take your picture, let them. Video too. It's all part of getting your inheritance, and I know you're secretly loving every minute of this just as much as I am; maybe even more, you fucking little exhibitionist whore. Now get out there and show your body off for everyone to enjoy."
I reached out and pulled her against me.
"I know you actually love being nude in public." I whispered into her ear. "Aunt Em had you pegged, didn't she, Trish? I'll bet you're even getting turned on right now - being nude in front of all of these people - now that the initial fear is gone, aren't you? Now get out there and be polite to everyone. They are here out of respect, so be respectful back to them as well. And if someone cops a feel here or there, let 'em."
"But-" she protested.
"But nothing. Let 'em," I interjected, "or else you'll lose a big chunk of your inheritance, trust me. I got a quick view of what's in that will before you walked back in here in all of your birthday suit glory, and your mother sure was in an odd frame of mind when she laid it all out. Oh my god, do I love that crazy old biddy!"
"What are you talking about?!" Trish whispered fiercely. "What did she do? What am I supposed to do?!"
"It seems as though she must have read your diaries at some point." I said with a shrug. "I guess she knew your deepest and darkest fantasies and desires. And now, you're going to live them out. ALL of them, I might add, if you want the majority of your inheritance. Now get your cute blonde ass into the crowd and mingle with all of the grieving friends and relatives! And remember to let people take your picture and pose with you too if they want to. And if they squeeze your tits or slip a finger into your cunt, it's okay. Don't protest or try to fend them off unless they try and fuck you or something inappropriate. You are now officially a piece of meat, so swallow the bitter pill you just ingested with pride, you little tramp."
"I hate you!" Trish hissed at me.
"No you don't." I responded with a smile. "That was always your way of covering the fact that you were just as much into me, as I was into you. Typical little girl or boy thing, 'I hate your,' or, 'You're ugly' and call the other one a name. You just never grew out of it with me.
"Look Trish, I always thought you were hot, but now you are all grown up and even hotter, if that's even possible. Without any clothes on, oh my god! You're fucking nuclear, Trish. I am so turned on right now. It was all I could do after seeing you in that tub, to come back here and continue, without going to the bathroom to jerk off. If I thought I could get away with it, I'd bend you over that casket and fuck you in front of everyone."
"Perv!" she wailed. "You are such a fucking perv, Jack, and I hate you."
"Like I said, no you don't and you know it. I honestly don't know what is in the rest of the will," I continued. "We'll find out together, but for now I do need you to mingle with everyone and be as professional as you can, okay? This is your first time being nude in public, so enjoy the thrill of the fear you are still feeling right now. At some point, you will get used to going around nude, and that feeling will fade."
Trish sighed deeply, and nodded in agreement. She took a deep breath and then walked directly into the crowd of attendees, smiling courageously and drumming up conversation as best as she could, regarding the situation. It had to have been extremely difficult for her; losing both her mother and her right to wear clothes so close together like this. I watched as people ogled her unclothed body, and took photos and videos of her parading around completely nude, with their phones. Most - if not all - of these pictures and videos were destined for the Internet, and were certainly going to be used for personal sexual gratification by those filming. I know I was definitely looking forward to watching her take her clothes off on a continual loop as I masturbated to the sight of her stripping in front of everyone.
In a way, I kind of felt badly for her; forced to go around nude for the rest of her life, but at the same time, I also felt some degree of satisfaction at her finally being put in her place for once. She had the choice to take the money by stripping or not, and it was her own greed which was leading her in this direction of sexual exhibitionism. I also felt a tremendous amount of elation at finally seeing her devoid of her clothes, and watching her interact with friends, family and even total strangers while being fully nude, was a huge turn on for me. I couldn't wait to get home, strip my own clothes off and jerk off to whatever pics I could get everyone to send me!
Trish continued to mill about the throng of people; chatting with the guests and allowing a few gropes here and there, but no one really got out of line. Tit squeezes seemed to be the most popular interaction though, as almost every male friend or relative in attendance took the opportunity to cop a nice titty feel. Imagine poor Trish's remaining pride vanishing completely, as her friends, cousins, uncles and even a few nephews of age took the opportunity to squeeze her soft tits or slide a finger inside of her wet cunt or rub her clit.
