Barbara's Exposure Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Barbara's Exposure Pt. 09

... in our lives! And you still haven't shown an ounce of shame -- you seem quite proud of yourself to me!"

"Well, I'm sorry, again, that's your opinion. And yes, I can't hide from the facts. But I fail to see how..."

Barbara was interrupted by one of the local education authority, who pulled her away from the microphone and talked to her, an agitated expression on his face. Barbara came back at him, and the two had what seemed to be a heated discussion. Barbara pulled away from his weak grip and grabbed the microphone again.

"Well, it seems like you are going to get your way. I'm sorry, I really am. Not for anything I've done, but that, in this day and age, so many of you are so repressed that you find it OK to hound me out because you disagree with things I like to do in my personal life, which don't interest the law and are of no consequence to my ability to do my job.

"I know you've all seen it; I can't change that. But I've worked with some of you for many years, and we've achieved a lot together. I hope you all know that if the situation was reversed, and one of you had been put in this position, you'd get nothing but support from me!"

The most vocal of the women in the crowd, Mrs Cleese, snorted.

"It sounds reasonable enough when you put it like that, Miss Stainthorpe. But I'd put my house on the fact that not a single person in this room could possibly be in your position. Because none of us are, like you, a slut!" A little ripple of shock, tension and ...

... the odd giggle drifted over the room.

"You heard me! She's probably the dictionary definition -- what else do you call a woman who does what she's done? We've all heard it from her own mouth! Not just what she likes, it's what she's for! She said it! Not me! This woman believes her sole purpose in life is to be the willing object of attention for any man who fancies a turn! Find me a bigger slut than this, I challenge you!"

Now the whispers and murmurs had boiled over. Mrs Cleese received several backing voices, shouting things like 'Nothing but a cheap tart!' 'Not fit for your job!' 'She's a total whore!'.

Interestingly, there did also seem to be some voices backing Babs, and the vitriol turned inwards, until some of the shouting matches were fragmented and split into little pockets all over the hall. Most of the eyes were still fixed on the lectern, though, where my girlfriend stood silently, simply watching and listening to the havoc she'd created.

I knew, and this would have incensed her detractors even further, that this was getting her off. I'd seen how much the thrill of exposure sent her completely off the rails with ill-conceived desires and completely inappropriate behaviour. This had been building for some time.

The little thrills and the buzz she felt when Darren got a flash of her tits that evening in the pub had led to bigger and bigger hits, just like my heroin addict analogy which we'd both dismissed only a few weeks ago. But, just like she'd ...