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Author: Lillianna Blake
own figure. “I wish I had hips that could do that.”
“All hips can do that,” I said with confidence. “We just have to find a way to let our bodies be free.”
“Maybe we should all just get naked,” Janice said.
“Janice!” Mara gasped and stared at her friend.
“I was just kidding!” Janice said, looking only slightly embarrassed.
I had to laugh a little. But I didn’t think Janice was that far off. I felt amazing. I knew Max’s insistence that I not cover up my body had given me a chance to shake off my stage fright. Of course, I had no idea what I had just done or why the ladies had admired me so much, but it didn’t matter. It had given me the ego boost I needed to feel wonderful about myself.
I strutted down the sidewalk in my leotard and tights, not caring who saw me. I now knew what power my body held. In fact, I must have still been exuding some seductive energy, because men on the street began whistling and hollering at me. I usually frowned on this type of behavior, but this time it was nice. I winked back at them. I even waved to one. I felt like a movie star.
Then I realized that it wasn’t just the men staring at me. It was, in fact, everyone I passed on the sidewalk and even people across the street. Cars were honking their horns as they drove by. Only then did I realize that I should not be feeling a cool breeze against my—
“Oh my god!” I grabbed the backside of my leotard. It had split right down the middle, and I was walking down the street with my rear bare for everyone to see. I held the material together and ran for the nearest doorway.
“No, no, no.” I ducked into the building without even bothering to look to see what it was. A group of people were sitting around in a small circle on folding chairs. Most of them had cups of coffee in their hands.
“Pardon me,” I said as I tried to keep my rear facing away from them. “Would you have a restroom?” I said a silent prayer in my head while I waited for a reply.
“Are you here for the meeting?” a woman in the middle of the group asked.
“Meeting?”
“SA,” one of the men in the circle piped up.
“SA?” I was still confused. “Uh, sure.”
“Okay, hurry up, we’ve already started,” the woman said, pointing out the bathroom.
Chapter 6
I ducked right in to the restroom and locked the door behind me. Once inside, I breathed a sigh of relief. When I opened my eyes I was startled by the posters on the wall.
When sex is a have-to instead of a pleasure, it’s addiction , one poster declared, with the picture of a man looking desperate sitting on the edge of a bed.
Do you have multiple partners in one night? Have you ever blacked out and not realized that you’ve had a sexual encounter? Then you might be a sex addict , another poster explained.
“SA,” I said in a whisper. “Sex addicts—oh my god!”
I groaned and peeked over my shoulder at my fully bare bottom. The more I tried to tug the material together, the more it frayed apart. The only thing between my bottom and the rest of the world was a thin pair of black pantyhose, and that appeared to have a big hole starting as well. This was not going to be good.
I looked around for something—anything—to use to disguise my backside. I grabbed for some paper towels, thinking I could make a little skirt out of them, but when I pulled the first one out, it was also the last one.
“Hello. Are you coming out of there?” a voice called out from the other side of the door. “Other people have to use the bathroom, you know!”
I looked in the mirror and remembered the pep talk I’d given myself earlier. I took a deep breath and knew that I just had to get home and put some pants on. I placed the paper towel over my bottom and opened the door to the bathroom. I held my chin up high and marched right out.
“Uh, miss?” one of the men said as he watched me walk past, my paper towel flapping in the breeze from the spinning ceiling
“All hips can do that,” I said with confidence. “We just have to find a way to let our bodies be free.”
“Maybe we should all just get naked,” Janice said.
“Janice!” Mara gasped and stared at her friend.
“I was just kidding!” Janice said, looking only slightly embarrassed.
I had to laugh a little. But I didn’t think Janice was that far off. I felt amazing. I knew Max’s insistence that I not cover up my body had given me a chance to shake off my stage fright. Of course, I had no idea what I had just done or why the ladies had admired me so much, but it didn’t matter. It had given me the ego boost I needed to feel wonderful about myself.
I strutted down the sidewalk in my leotard and tights, not caring who saw me. I now knew what power my body held. In fact, I must have still been exuding some seductive energy, because men on the street began whistling and hollering at me. I usually frowned on this type of behavior, but this time it was nice. I winked back at them. I even waved to one. I felt like a movie star.
Then I realized that it wasn’t just the men staring at me. It was, in fact, everyone I passed on the sidewalk and even people across the street. Cars were honking their horns as they drove by. Only then did I realize that I should not be feeling a cool breeze against my—
“Oh my god!” I grabbed the backside of my leotard. It had split right down the middle, and I was walking down the street with my rear bare for everyone to see. I held the material together and ran for the nearest doorway.
“No, no, no.” I ducked into the building without even bothering to look to see what it was. A group of people were sitting around in a small circle on folding chairs. Most of them had cups of coffee in their hands.
“Pardon me,” I said as I tried to keep my rear facing away from them. “Would you have a restroom?” I said a silent prayer in my head while I waited for a reply.
“Are you here for the meeting?” a woman in the middle of the group asked.
“Meeting?”
“SA,” one of the men in the circle piped up.
“SA?” I was still confused. “Uh, sure.”
“Okay, hurry up, we’ve already started,” the woman said, pointing out the bathroom.
Chapter 6
I ducked right in to the restroom and locked the door behind me. Once inside, I breathed a sigh of relief. When I opened my eyes I was startled by the posters on the wall.
When sex is a have-to instead of a pleasure, it’s addiction , one poster declared, with the picture of a man looking desperate sitting on the edge of a bed.
Do you have multiple partners in one night? Have you ever blacked out and not realized that you’ve had a sexual encounter? Then you might be a sex addict , another poster explained.
“SA,” I said in a whisper. “Sex addicts—oh my god!”
I groaned and peeked over my shoulder at my fully bare bottom. The more I tried to tug the material together, the more it frayed apart. The only thing between my bottom and the rest of the world was a thin pair of black pantyhose, and that appeared to have a big hole starting as well. This was not going to be good.
I looked around for something—anything—to use to disguise my backside. I grabbed for some paper towels, thinking I could make a little skirt out of them, but when I pulled the first one out, it was also the last one.
“Hello. Are you coming out of there?” a voice called out from the other side of the door. “Other people have to use the bathroom, you know!”
I looked in the mirror and remembered the pep talk I’d given myself earlier. I took a deep breath and knew that I just had to get home and put some pants on. I placed the paper towel over my bottom and opened the door to the bathroom. I held my chin up high and marched right out.
“Uh, miss?” one of the men said as he watched me walk past, my paper towel flapping in the breeze from the spinning ceiling
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