Above It All

She brought her phone back with her as she came back to the table and saw a queue had formed below her, cars slowing to get a look at her body in turn slowing the cars behind them, who would then get more time to stare at Hilda, which just perpetuated the cycle.

The slower traffic also meant that Hilda had more time to lock eyes with drivers and passengers, drinking in their lust and having wordless conversations about her sexy situation. Responding to their mimed requests that always translated to 'objectify yourself for my arousal.' Swelling with embarrassed pride as anyone in the car had the presence of mind to get out their phone and take a picture as she danced and posed to their whims.

Hilda Grimsdottir, who once spat at a lifeguard for asking her to take off her leather vest in the pool, found herself doing a twirl for any man who rotated his finger in the universally recognised "give us a twirl" gesture.

Hilda Grimsdottir, who was once almost arrested because she took issue to a police officer's bossy tone when he asked her to move out of the way of a Thanksgiving Day parade, pushed her arms together at her sides so her breasts would plump out, them bounced up and down at another driver's request.

The only requests she didn't honour was when drivers asked her to flash or otherwise remove clothing. Then she would give them a naughty finger wag and send them on their way, all the while imagining what it would be like to actually do it.

Hilda had so much fun, she let out a genuine scream when she glanced down at her phone and saw she had been going for over an hour and a half. She was due a shift at Big Mike's after this and was now running late. She took a bow and then rushed off her stage, grabbing her bag, changing her shoes, and shoving her clothes on over the lingerie in her hurry to get to work.

...

Hilda stood behind the bar, secretly swooning with the knowledge that her lascivious outfit was still on under her larger punk clothes. Even more so when one of the other bartenders informed her to be careful as the bar was in a rowdy mood tonight.

"Apparently some slut was posing in a sexy outfit over the I26 and now that's all they can talk about." She disinterestedly stated as she packed up her stuff.

"What, so she was just posing by the side of the road?" Hilda asked, feigning ignorance and loving hearing more about her anonymous celebrity status.

"No, apparently she was in one of the windows of the old Ten Pines Mall, they found loads of pictures online and believe me they will be gross about it with you, so be careful and call over security if they even slightly cross a line OK?" Big Mike's was cheap with their staff, as well as only having one bartender on shift at a time, security was often whichever large biker Big Mike could cajole into sticking around for a bit. They would often be friends with most of the patrons and rarely needed to crack skills so would often just join them in drinking.

"Thanks Debs, see you next time." Hilda waved her co-worker out the door and sure enough the moment she was gone one of her regulars was at the bar.

"You didn't happen to drive by the Ten Pines Mall today did ya?" He slurred at her, above all the other good reasons to lie was that it wasn't a good idea for patrons to know which county she lived in, let alone her commute.

"Not my neck of the woods I'm afraid." Hilda replied.

"Well you certainly missed out on a show, check this out." He slurred, handing over his phone. Hilda looked down and shuddered at the photograph of her. She knew that her nipples were a bit visible when she was in her dark room looking in the mirror, but in the bright daylight outside she was barely more covered than if she had been topless. Her knickers seemed more opaque in the small areas they covered, but the dark patch of pubic hair could still be clearly made out. Although already in the haze of drunkenness, the biker could clearly see that Hilda was staring more intensely and for longer than someone with an idle curiosity. "Like what you see huh?"

"You ever get dressed up like that?" Another biker added, joining his friend at the bar.

"All the time, hell I'm pretty much wearing that exact outfit under my clothes right now." Hilda joked, eliciting laughter from the gathered patrons unaware she was telling the truth.

"I'd like to see that, how much to have you wear something similar for your shift?" A third biker asked. Hilda was tempted to name a high but achievable price, the sort that she could claim she was joking until some insistent bikers handed her a was of cash, a handful of lingerie, and a strong speech about the importance of keeping her word. However sensible voices prevailed.

"I wear the clothes I wear that fit in with everyone else here. How about you and the boys roll up in lacy underwear, maybe then I would dress to match." She joked. "Now you gonna buy some beers or are you gonna clog up the bar staring at me like dogs waiting to hump a table leg?"

The men laughed and dispersed, allowing Hilda to spend the rest of her shift daydreaming and occasionally seeing yet another picture or movie of her degrading performance from earlier that day.

...

When Hilda got home from her shift, she only had time for a quick nap filled with half formed dreams of depravity before she was due another shift in the ad room. While the first day of the ad campaign was a Friday so she was asked to do rush hour, for Saturday Lucky Rabbit Games instead wanted her to work lunch from midday until 1pm. She woke up the kind of groggy you only get from a nap and began to put the lingerie on again. Sensing she would have a bit more time as she wouldn't be as hesitant as the previous day, she opted to get out her epilator and finish the job on her pubic hair.

The time she budgeted for was quickly lost to stroking her now totally smooth pussy, giggling at how she could see her whole labia unobstructed. Even once she had put on her outfit, she had to stop and stare at the mirror, noticing in certain poses the fabric of her knickers would either camel toe, or stretch thin enough to just about make out the shape of her pussy underneath. By the time she was done admiring herself, she had to rush over as she was already late for her agreed start time.

Hilda once again hesitated on the precipice of the doorway, this time not fighting her nerves but drinking in the anticipation of what lay ahead. Her platform heels clicked across the floor as she once again took her position next to the roulette wheel and smiled at the cars below.

The effect was the same as the previous day, lingering glances quickly turning into a traffic jam of cars slowing to take in the show. Hilda now felt practiced in the movements and poses that people would wordlessly wrangle with trying to get her to understand. Today's new pose was one where she would turn around and look over her shoulder cheekily at the cars below.

In the previous day, she had seen the odd biker or two, never once connecting that some of them would be the same bikers she would be serving at Big Mike's later that day. Now every biker got an extra special show, she would swing her hips and jiggle her breasts as disgracefully as possible at every person astride a motorbike.

The shift went by too quickly, this time she had set an alarm on her phone which soon informed her it was time to leave. Just as she was about to go she saw a small cluster of bikers, deliberately moving at the same crawl as traffic to take in the view. She knew she needed to leave on a high, so she walked up to the window close enough to lock eyes with the bikers and signal they should slow down, they ended up stopping in the road, with some getting out their cameras in anticipation.

Firstly Hilda grabbed her knickers and yanked them up hard. With the amount of thonging at the back, it did not take much pressure for the front to go a similar way and her labia to spill over either side of the fabric. Before she could fully absorb the humiliating pussy exposure, she also grabbed the cups of her bra and raised them up so her tits were fully on display. She posed like this at the edge of the window just long enough to feel her body quiver with erotic embarrassment before squealing and beating a hasty retreat out the door.

Hilda practically sprinted back to her house, her mind a whirr at the extreme exposure she has just done. It made her feel dirty, it made her feel degenerate, it made her feel cheap. The weird part was her extreme happiness at feeling all those things. Then her horny mind came up with an idea to feel even cheaper and in her manic state she couldn't say no. She typed out an email with one hand while the other furiously played with her clit.

'Dear Lucky Rabbit Games,

I am writing to apologise that today's modelling session began later than expected. Although I did pose for an hour, we had agreed I would begin this at 12am when in reality I did not start until about 12:30. As an apology and gesture of good faith, I will be processing a refund of half of the advertising fee for the day.

Regards,

X'

Hilda grabbed her dildo and slammed it into her as she logged into her bank and processed the refund, squealing at the process of cheapening herself before climaxing hard as she confirmed the payment.

...

Hilda tried desperately to get in another nap before work, only to be awoken by a phone call from her dad.

"Hi Hilda, haven't heard from you in a while." Her father cheerily began.

"Our family doesn't do catch up calls, so what's come up that you need to talk to me about?"

"We do keep in touch even if you don't like to." Her dad replied, pausing for a moment to try and put some distance between the pleasantries and his agenda. "But while you mention it, there is something I want to run by you. Do you know of any way residents can get into the old shopping centre the housing block backs onto?"

"No, that place is sealed up tight, why?"

"Well we had a call from the cops. For a while now somebody has been putting up adverts, which hasn't been hurting anyone and probably wouldn't get prosecuted while the legal status of the land is in dispute, but the most recent advert had some obscene angles that the police have to investigate. Nothing's going to come of it unless they can find a way into the old mall to investigate and they can't find a way in. They even got ahold of a forensic architect who said short of obvious demolition work it was impossible to access the area they are claiming the crime took place in."

"Well nobody's been using a jackhammer around my house." Hilda replied.

"Alright, well keep an eye open just in case." Her dad replied before feigning some kind of legal emergency to prevent the conversation turning to personal matters before he could hang up. Hilda once again returned to her nap dreaming of the banter that would be at the Big Mike's that night.

...

Hilda was still awake and still buzzing.

The crowd at Big Mike's was rowdy and electric, all on the stories of Hilda's show. Hilda saw so much phone footage of her pussy wedgie and flash from more angles than she thought possible. She had heard every degrading sex act proposed and mapped out, and even overheard proposals to promote the bar in a similar fashion with her as the model. This meant that by the time she got home, she was already floating in a rabid haze of sexual deviancy.

Lucky Rabbit Games had contracted her to once again stand in the booth from midday to 1pm, from the moment she got home from working at the bar to when she needed to get ready, she spent her time watching exhibitionism porn while masturbating to the edge of climax and no further. She knew today was her last day modelling and she wanted to be in a frame of mind to make it special.

Hilda threw on her outfit and dived through the hole behind her TV, her heartbeat thrumming in her ears as she approached her advertising room again. She looked at her phone and could see she was early, she desperately wanted to go out and strut her stuff, but she held herself back so she could once again swim in the anticipation of what was to come. She sat outside the room, rubbing her pussy through her fine panties, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, she had never felt so horny and within that horniness, a bad idea took hold.

Hilda unclipped her bra, letting it slide over her hands and drop to the floor. Her hands immediately went back to playing with herself at the thought of facing the world topless. Her free breasts out and swinging for anyone to see. She felt the knickers clinging to her pussy with her juices flowing so wildly. So with a lot of fumbling and clumsy rearrangement, she managed to take off her knickers around her stockings and garter.

Hilda's body was practically glowing with erotic humiliation. Was she really going to face freeway traffic wearing nothing but suspenders, high heels, a rabbit mask and a wig. She ran her hands over her body to silence any lingering voice of reason before stepping into the room and walking to the window where everyone could see.

The effect was immediate, Hilda almost caused a pileup as cars slammed on their brakes to get a look at the naked girl smiling and waving. She made sure every movement she made wiggled her hips and jiggled her tits to the delight of the passing cars. As the wordless requests started rolling in she obeyed each one without question, lusciously squeezing her breasts, spreading her labia, even bending over and spreading her cheeks to make sure the practically stopped traffic could take in every inch of her body.

She licked her finger and stroked her pussy, making sure everyone could see it sliding in and out of her, building up to the most humiliating orgasm with every thrust.

Suddenly Hilda's stupor was broken by the sight of blue flashing lights on the horizon and a vague sound of sirens approaching. She quickly darted out of the room, her frustrated disappointment matching to motorists she had suddenly abandoned.

"Stupid whore." Hilda admonished herself as she ran through the abandoned mall. "Cheap dumb cocksucker." The more she insulted herself the more she felt the aftershocks of arousal at the performance she had just given. She knew she could still salvage an almighty climax if she did something drastic when she got back to her house. She opened up her computer and composed a new email.

'Dear Lucky Rabbit Games,

I am so sorry, today I was a stupid bimbo. When I modelled next to your advertisement display today, my dumb horny brain forgot to put on the entire outfit you sent over. As such I also did not model for the full hour as the police were called to arrest me for being a brainless slut and I had to stop playing with my thirsty pussy long enough to flee.

I do not believe I have even earned the right to be a cheap whore, my smut-addled brain made me a useless cunt. As such I will be fully refunding your fee, and displaying your advert for an additional week free of charge to apologise for negotiating our contract like a functioning human and not the moronic collection of fuck-holes I actually am.

Regards,

X.'

Hilda's legs were shaking so much with sexual frustration, she was barely able to open her online banking site and transfer the full fee to the marketing department before collapsing onto the floor in an almighty climax of humiliation, her fingers furiously pounding her pussy and twiddling her clit until orgasm after unbearable orgasm wiped her out.

...

Hilda had been really unlucky with her naps that weekend, as once again her twisted slumber was interrupted, this time by her doorbell going off along with some loud banging. She threw on a t-shirt and jeans and groggily answered the door to see two police officers stood outside her door.

"Good afternoon... Hilda" the perky female officer announced, checking her name off on a sheet. "Do you mind if we come in and have a chat?"

"Do you have a warrant or probable cause to enter my dwelling?" Hilda replied, having a lawyer for a dad and clientele constantly telling stories of their interactions with law enforcement made Hilda both defensive and knowledgeable about dealing with cops.

"No, we are just making enquiries and thought it would be more comfortable to chat inside."

"No, I do not consent to you entering my home. What enquiries are you making?" The older cop decided to jump in as clearly his partner's perky and non-threatening strategy wasn't going to work.

"There's been some criminal activity in the premises that your home is attached to. We're calling round to ask if you have seen anything suspicious or are aware of any way to secure access that you could make available to us for our investigation." He stated.

"Afraid not, sorry."

"If you would just let us have a look around your house we can rule you out of the investigation." The young partner pressed. The older officer sighed and put his head in his hands as realisation crept over Hilda's face.

"Am I a suspect in the crime you are investigating?" Hilda asked plainly.

"No, not at all, but you are a person of interest..." the perky cop awkwardly explained.

"Person of interest has no legal standing or obligations on my part, it just means you want to look into me even though your evidence meets no burden of proof thresholds, Why?" Hilda interrupted.

"Oh nothing personal, we just know the crime was committed by a caucasian woman aged 20-40, we're calling on everyone who fits that description."

"So this is a fishing expedition? I'm going to go ahead and invoke the fifth. I have no interest in discussing my day any further just so you can comb through it for any statement you can interpret as incriminating. Unless I am being detained or you have a warrant I have no further business with you." Hilda replied, shutting her door and immediately jumping onto her phone to watch the police walk away on her doorbell camera.

"You think it's her?" The rookie asked as she looked down the list for the next door to knock on.

"She seem like an over-eager model to you? Nah she's some punk, probably doesn't want us in there cause she's got a baggie or two of drugs lying around." The older cop observed.

Hilda decided she should probably cool it on the ad booth for a bit. Later that night she scrolled through her client emails and picked options that didn't require a model.

The next day Hilda bought some screws and brackets for her TV mount, so nobody could move it out of the way of the entrance to the mall without undoing the specific screws only Hilda knew about.

...

Hilda had calmed herself down somewhat since the full flashing incident. The social media buzz about her ad space had several companies offering to send a model to strip for cars, but Hilda turned them all down.

Even so, she was still able to scratch her itch by living vicariously through her past self. Some nights she would sneak into the ad space, in the shadows of night where she wouldn't be visible from the road, she would often strip down and live through whatever idle fantasy had been going through her mind that day.

Work was also now the calm after the frenzy, she hadn't worked the night after she had done her fully naked show, but even in the days to follow it was all the patrons could talk about. Gangs were organising their rides to go out of the way to pass the Ten Pines Mall just in case, printed photos were left taped to walls and in the toilet cubicles. After a while things returned to normal, but for Hilda the spectre of her naked body still hung over her work, an active volcano ready to erupt again at any moment.

One night when she was working at the Big Mike's, Hilda overheard a conversation that fired her right back up again.

"It's worth a shot but it ain't gonna work." A gruff voice floated across the bar.