The Reluctant Exhibitionist Ch. 05

"You know, I think they've just built a new hotel on the road going out of town the other direction. I wonder if we should see if they're having any special events out there tonight." She turned and leveled an absolutely wicked grin at Meredith as she said that and all the blood drained out of my sister's face.

"Oh, by all means," Nancy replied. "Perhaps there will be something for our girls to do tonight after all." That's when Meredith erupted.

"You fucking bitches, you wouldn't dare! Oh god, god...how the hell did you find out?"

Nancy rebuked her sternly. "For starters that's NOT the language I would be using to address someone who holds your future in her hands. Second, I certainly would dare - I will do as I damn well wish, and you'll do what I tell you to do. And how did I find out? I know a lot more about you than you realize, Meredith. I know you originally wanted to be here tonight so I arranged for you to get your wish."

Meredith lay back against the seat, her eyes closed, her face pinched into a mask of tense disbelief. I looked from her, to Nancy, to Taylor, and back again. "Would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on at this hotel tonight that is so damned important?" No one answered, though, and Meredith remained with her eyes closed tightly as if trying to make this all just go away. We travelled past the edge of town until we rounded a corner and the large beachfront hotel came into view. Outside there was a large sign by the road with the name "The Breakers" in large letters at the top and a marquee message board below. In a few more moments we got close enough for me to read tonight's message and the full evil of the plan that Nancy had concocted for Meredith suddenly became apparent.

"Welcome Portsville High School Ten Year Class Reunion."

VIII

Nancy pulled into the hotel driveway and stopped under the canopy outside of the front door. "I'm going to go check in and get the key," she said to Taylor. "You park the car and get our two beauties ready to go up to the room. I'll text you with the room number when I get it and you can meet me there." Nancy hopped out and Taylor slid over to the driver's seat and drove around to the entrance of the hotel's basement parking garage. She found a spot several levels down, not far from the elevators. Taylor got out, opened the trunk and removed all luggage. She popped open the suitcase and removed two white t-shirts neatly folded on top. Then she opened our door and ordered us out of the car.

As we emerged she handed us each a t-shirt to wear up to the room and we both quickly pulled them on. Each fit snugly but hung just low enough to barely cover our bottoms and vaginas. I was long accustomed to Nancy's t-shirt technique for being moved about in public without drawing too much attention, but still maintaining the feeling of being naked and vulnerable. I heard Taylor's cell phone buzz. "Room 707," she announced. Taylor put the suitcase back in the trunk, then Meredith and I each carried our own overnight bags as the three of us boarded the elevator for the trip to the seventh floor.

Nancy was already in the room when we arrived and as soon as we were all inside she ordered us out of our t-shirts. We pulled the shirts over our heads, handed them to Taylor, and again stood naked before our captors. "It's still a couple of hours before the festivities are scheduled to begin," Nancy said. "Taylor and I are going down for dinner in the restaurant and to see to a few details. That will give you both time to shower and prepare yourselves for the evening. If you're hungry, you can have some food sent up."

Nancy then went into explicit instructions about how we were to prepare ourselves. "Just do your hair and makeup like this was a formal night on the town," she said. "Nothing sluttish or overdone. Just your natural routine that brings out your wholesome beauty. Oh, and Wendy, you might do what you can to prepare Meredith for her performance. So long, ladies. We'll be back to fetch you soon."

After they left, Meredith collapsed onto the bed and put her head into her hands. "Oh my god, Wendy, this is a fucking nightmare. I can't believe this is happening to me. Why on earth is she doing this to us?"

I sat down on the bed next to her. "You said this was a nightmare? That's exactly right and is the point of her whole game. It's the old naked-at-school or naked-at-work dream that everybody has at one time or another," I explained to her. "She's absolutely obsessed with it and she loves to force women to experience it for real, with her in control and watching. That's just about all she lives for, I think." Meredith continued to keep her head buried in her hands as I spoke.

"Tonight's setup making you - and me - do your class reunion in the nude is just perfect for her sick little mind," I continued. "It's the next best thing to having us back in high school, naked in class. Maybe even better in her eyes. Anything that forces you to interact with people in a perfectly normal setting, except for the fact that you're naked and they aren't. And she loves it most when it's with people you know. That's why this whole reunion scene is just too perfect for her."

Meredith finally looked up and stared at me as her eyes grew wide. Slowly, painfully, she asked, "What in the hell do you mean 'interact'?" Aren't we just going to streak the ballroom or something like that?" I suddenly realized the naiveté with which my sister perceived the situation.

"Oh, god no, Meredith. Don't you understand? We're not going down there to streak. She's going to make us walk in there and stay. We're going in there just like there's nothing unusual at all about being there naked. We'll be there for hours, Meredith, for the whole evening. And she'll be there, too, to make sure we stay till the end, or until she lets us leave."

Meredith went silent, a mortified look on her face as the full realization of what lay ahead was finally sinking in. "I can't believe Mom actually agreed to this. Why?"

"I doubt she understood that Nancy would take it this far with you, but she's worried about you, about your compulsion to steal. She's afraid that it will ruin your life if you don't get it under control. She looks at this as a type of shock therapy. I know tonight will be difficult for you but just remember that if you can make it through this and stay out of trouble in the future this is the last you'll see of Nancy. For me, this is my life until I graduate."

Meredith put her arms around me and buried her head on my shoulder. "God, Wendy, you're so strong. So much stronger than I am." Those were words I never thought I'd hear from my big sister and I have to admit that it made me a little bit proud, but I also realized tonight would be easy for me by comparison. I thought about how hard it was going to be for her to have her very first naked performance witnessed by old friends and rivals she hadn't seen for years.

"I'm not really stronger, though," I said. "I've just had a long time to build up to this. You're being thrown right into the deep end." I lifted her head off my shoulder and looked into her face. "Meredith, you've got to stay strong. You can get through this - I know you can because I've done it. You just can't let it get to you, or let your feelings show too much or it makes it ten times worse. You've got to just carry yourself with pride, and try to act like you're in charge, and like everything's alright. I know it sounds crazy and it sounds impossible but it's the only way to get through it. You've got to get your head to a special place to where you can just let it happen."

Meredith looked up, blinking. "Wendy, I just can't imagine what it's going to be like. I mean, what do you say to people? There are going to be a hundred people I know in there!" She started to cry softly and I reached in and wiped her tears.

"You can't tell them the truth," I said. "Best to leave it as vague as possible, but with the spin that it's really okay, you're there by choice. Just stay close to me and follow my lead, I guess, but I'll be more or less winging it myself."

Meredith put both arms around me now and gave me a hug. "Okay, Wendy. I'm so glad you're here."

I kissed my sister on the cheek. "It's time for us to get ready now."

IX

I showered first. After I was finished I discovered that all the towels larger than hand towels had been removed from the bathroom. Nothing left a girl could use to cover herself, I thought. Not that it mattered. There was no point in trying to escape being miles from home without any clothes or money and Nancy held all the blackmail cards.

I'd just finished blow drying my hair when Meredith emerged from the shower. I then used a curling iron to lightly style my hair as my sister stood next to me drying her hair. After that I began running an electric razor over my legs and underarms making sure I was completely smooth. Then I began on my makeup as Meredith shaved next to me. I applied just the right touch of mascara and eyeliner to highlight my eyes, a light touch of rouge on the cheeks, and a conservative layer of maroon lipstick on my lips. I glanced over at my sis and she'd almost caught up as she applied a slightly brighter shade of red lipstick. When we were done we examined our faces together in the mirror and I have to admit that it would be hard to find two prettier faces more skillfully prepared for a night out. Just the right amount of makeup to highlight our features without overdoing it.

I grabbed Meredith by the hand and dragged her out of the bathroom to the full length mirror on the closet. As we examined our nude bodies realizing that they would soon be on display to a large crowd, I couldn't help but think the two of us together tended to enhance each other's individual beauty. We were so similar in face and figure, yet so different in complexion and hair. I was a tanned brunette while Meredith was a fair-skinned blonde with a fine-textured bush that confirmed blonde was her true color. Our breasts were nearly the same full size and shape although mine were accented with distinct tan lines while hers were a uniform creamy white. All four were crowned with the same reddish nipples with medium sized aureolas and tips. I blushed as I realized how closely I was examining my sister's nude body and comparing it to mine. I put my arm around her as we stood in front of the mirror. "More than mortal man deserves," I said and Meredith couldn't help but laugh in response.

Now that we were ready to go there was nothing to do but wait. We were too nervous to watch TV so we just sat quietly, each wrapped up in our own thoughts. I knew the reunion started at nine p.m. but the clock ticked past that without any sign of Nancy or Taylor. It was nearly nine-thirty and the waiting was becoming unbearable when the silence was finally broken by the door swinging open. The sound was surprisingly loud and the suddenness startled both of us. Meredith instinctively crossed her arms in front of her breasts but I didn't bother. Nancy strode into the room with Taylor following behind carrying the suitcase she'd retrieved from the car trunk. "Well ladies, it's almost showtime," Nancy announced brightly. "On your feet, please, and let's have a look at you. Arms at your sides, Meredith, and that goes for the rest of the evening, too.'

The two of us slowly rose to our feet. Nancy motioned us towards her until we stood side by side in the middle of the room. She appeared momentarily dumbstruck as she stared at us, her eyes roaming over our faces and then down our bodies. She moved around us to examine us from every angle before reappearing in front of us. "Wow," she finally managed to say. "Incredible. The world should thank me for what I'm doing here." Even Taylor seemed struck by what she saw.

Nancy finally regained her composure and started talking in her usual overbearing manner. "I think we've taken care of all the last minute details. I've spoken with hotel security and alerted them of your plans. They've indicated that since it's an adult private party they have no objections, as long as things don't get out of hand. So you won't have to worry about interruptions from them or the police. We'll take you down there in men's shirts so we won't create any disturbances along the way. We've brought a couple of nice white button-downs so you won't have to muss your hair."

Nancy paused in front of Meredith and reached forward to fondle her creamy white breasts. Meredith began to open her mouth to object then apparently thought better of it. "I need to tell you of a last minute change of plan, though," she said to Meredith, smiling. "My initial motivation was to pair you up with Wendy for a naked sister act, and we'll certainly still take advantage of that opportunity tonight. But after seeing the large turnout downstairs I realized that the spectacle of you romping naked at your tenth anniversary class reunion will be best enjoyed with no distractions for awhile. I want you to be the subject of everyone's undivided attention. So Wendy won't be joining you for another hour or so."

Meredith glanced over at me with a look of panic in her eyes but I quickly shook my head at her. There was no point in arguing with Nancy once she'd made up her mind about something. "Don't fret, Wendy," Nancy said as she turned to me, "I'll have Meredith announce your presence from the stage so you can have a grand entrance of your own. Any questions, girls?" We both shook our heads miserably.

"Great! One last little accessory for you both and Meredith will be on her way. Taylor?" Taylor opened the suitcase and pulled out two pairs of formal pumps. They were identical, with ankle straps and medium high-heels, except one pair was black and one was red. "I think red for the blonde and black for our tanned brunette," Nancy said. Taylor delivered the footwear and we set about putting them on. When we stood up again Nancy took several moments to enjoy the sight. Then she nodded at Taylor who pulled out Margaret's expensive digital camera and began taking pictures of us from various angles. "The reunion has hired a professional photographer with camera and video," Nancy informed us, "but like I said earlier, Taylor will also be there to make sure the evening is sufficiently recorded."

Nancy then reached into the small suitcase and pulled out a neatly pressed long-sleeved men's white dress shirt. She shook out the folds with a sharp snap and then held it open a few feet in front of Meredith. "If you would be so kind, dear."

Meredith looked at the shirt, then at Nancy without moving. Then she spoke. "Nancy, I'll do anything - I swear to god, anything in this world - if you won't make me do this. For god's sake, please, Nancy, have some sympathy, have some understanding." I held my tongue knowing exactly what Nancy's response was going to be because I'd heard it before to similar pleas I'd made to her in the past.

Nancy lowered the shirt, holding it in one hand at her waist and began speaking to Meredith. "You probably won't believe this, but there's a part of me that is very, very sorry for what you're going through. I understand your feelings and emotions completely. But another part of me just overwhelmingly wants to see it happen. The more horrible and outrageous it seems to the one part of me, the more delightfully, wickedly satisfying it is to the other. I've tried to explain this to Wendy and I think she understands." I'd definitely heard this speech before, or something similar, but I can't say that I understood it. She sounded crazy to me as she talked about different parts of her personality.

"Even your begging me right now," Nancy continued, "as much as it appeals to my sympathy, even more strongly delights my other side. The fact is, there's nothing in this world I'd rather have you do than get naked in front of your former classmates. I'm sorry, Meredith, I really am." Then she raised the shirt back up and held it open again for Meredith.

Meredith looked at me, sighed deeply, and stepped forward. She held her arms out to the sides so Nancy could work the sleeves onto them. Taylor buttoned the cuffs while Nancy worked the buttons up the front, starting at the bottom, and leaving the top three open. Meredith just stared forward, not saying anything, and allowed herself to be fitted into the shirt like a toy doll.

Nancy stepped back to survey the result. The tails hung low enough in both front and back to shield her private areas. However, at her sides between the tails, the cut was high enough over her hips that it was quite apparent she wore no panties. And the snug fit across the breasts, coupled with the neck open to her cleavage, made it equally clear she wore no bra. "A perfect fit," Nancy said with a smile. Then she took a trembling Meredith by the hand. "Well, dear, I'm afraid the moment of truth has arrived."

I sprang forward and embraced my sister. "Be strong, Meredith. And remember what I told you. You'll get through this. And I'll be there with you soon."

Meredith nodded and smiled weakly. "Touching," Nancy cracked and then tugged her again by the hand leading her into the hallway. Taylor followed and then they were gone, leaving me staring at the closed door.

X

I waited alone in the hotel room agonizing over what Meredith must be going through and how she might be handling it. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't contemplate a more humiliating scenario than being forced to go naked to one's class reunion. It was just too awful to even think about, and yet Meredith was living it out down in the hotel's ballroom at that very moment. Either that or she had broken and refused to go along with Nancy's demands with whatever consequences that might bring. I was dying to know what was happening and to be with my sister, even though I knew that meant that I'd be on display for the partygoers, too. The minutes just crawled by.

Finally the sound of the door opening broke into my thoughts and Taylor entered the room with a broad smile on her face. "Just about time for your appearance, sweetie. Ready to show your tits and ass to about three hundred people?" I ignored the taunt.

"What about Meredith?" I asked.

"Well," Taylor replied, "she's actually doing it. She's actually down there naked right now."

I felt simultaneous surges of both anguish and relief. "Oh my god, how is she doing?"

"Well she's doing, um..." Then Taylor stopped and began to laugh. "I think you'll just have to see for yourself." I tried to press her for more information but that was all she would give me.

"Well can you at least let me know what she's telling people about why she's doing it?"

"Yes, I'll tell you that. Nancy made her act out a little scene right at the beginning that took care of that. She let her keep her shirt on at first but told her that within the first twenty minutes she had to go up on stage to explain herself. And then lose the shirt."

"And...?" I asked when she quit talking. "So what did she say?"

"Well, Nancy told her everything she had to say. So after about fifteen minutes of trying to deal with people one on one she got up there and did her little act just like she was told." Taylor was starting to warm up to the re-telling of the story now and I could sense the excitement in her voice as she recalled what had happened. "She started by saying something like 'Hi everybody, yes it's really me, Meredith Wilson, and I know you're all wondering what I'm doing here dressed like this.' Then she said something like how she had had these exhibitionist fantasies for years and had finally decided she wanted to act them out and that the reunion seemed like the perfect place to really test herself and see if she really liked it. Then she asked if anyone would mind if she went ahead and took the shirt off for the rest of the night. God, she looked so gorgeous and sexy standing there in just that shirt it was almost a shame to see it come off. But off it came anyway." Then Taylor gave me that wicked little grin of hers. "And now it's your turn, Wendy."