Keeping Score - Sex Stories

Keeping Score

1.

As soon as her agent called to arrange a shoot that afternoon, Holly knew she'd have to wear her prettiest underwear. WhilePICS was supposedly a 'news and views' magazine, Holly knew that she'd probably be stripping down to her bare panties as soon as she arrived on location. It didn't matter what the story was, shedding her clothes was a foregone conclusion. As far as the editorial staff were concerned, a story wasn't complete without at least one beautiful teenaged girl revealing all in the flick of a bra strap. And this latest feature would prove to be no exception.

The shoot was taking place an old singles bar in downtown Chamberlain, a place called Maxies, preparing to celebrate its centenary. The festivities included an old-boys eightball tournament, whichPICS had generously arranged to 'spice up' - for a small, phenomenal fee, of course. As far as Holly could tell, she was supposed to keep score with two other girls (sisters apparently, the daughters of a Maxies' regular). Everything had to be kept completely above board: as her agent had told her, class and decorum were the order of the day. After all, Maxies had a hundred year-old reputation to protect.

Holly had been conscripted to stand by the score boards, elegantly gowned in a classical black mini-dress, her arms adorned with long black gloves and her legs with sheer midnight stockings. With her hair professionally styled and her face freshly made up, Holly would look both beautiful and ...

... sophisticated, as befitted the occasion. Of course, keeping score was only half the job.

The rest involvedtaking herclothes off, one piece at a time.

That was the deal, apparently: everytime a ball was sunk, one of the girls had to remove an article of clothing: first an earring, then a broach, then a deliciously long black glove. Discarding their svelte black minis, they would gradually reveal all, placing their tantalizing figures on public display. By the end of the tournament, they would be left standing in nothing but their high-cut lace panties. In short, the entire feature was another thinly-veiled excuse to strip three pretty young girls down to their bare essentials. The image made her pulse quicken with a breathless mixture of feminine outrage and trembling expectation. It was the most gratuitous exploitation she could imagine.

And she could hardlywait to get started.

2.

Holly could feel her blush deepening with every passing minute. The points were stacking up, the pockets were being filled. She'd removed all of her jewellery; her black lycra gloves had come off only five minutes before. Very soon - probably in a matter of seconds, if the next shot went down - she'd have to reach back and unzip her figure-hugging velvet dress, teasing it slowly to the floor, gradually exposing her scanty French lingerie to the world.

One of the players, an ancient, grizzled veteran named Hal Gordon, was lining up his shot, his leathery face serene with concentration. Holly ...