Author: Jack
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Summary: Jenny's Husband, her brother Roger, and Ashley's Boyfriend run a pool on how long it will take Jenny to lose her clothes. Roger recruits Ashley as his ace-in-the-hole.
"I say she won’t make it as far as the turn onto Main Street. If she’s wearing a stitch when the float makes the turn, I’ll eat a bug."
"Stick with the bets we already agreed on. You’ve got Main Street. Now, me, I think it’ll take longer than that. Even Our Jenny needs some time to get warmed up, after all."
"Poor choice of words," Roger Taylor put in, grinning at Jenny’s husband. Even though he was the youngest of the three, twenty-one and still in college, he mixed comfortably with the other two. Jenny’s brother was at ease anywhere he went. "Forecast says it’ll be cool with a chance of a flurry . . . so I doubt Sis’ll be warming up much."
"You know what I mean," Jenny’s husband said. "I figure she’ll last until the float hits Fourth Street. What about you, Roger?"
"Well, I haven’t been around Sis as much as you two for a long time, but I think you’re selling her short. I say she’ll lose it all about the time the parade passes the reviewing stand by the courthouse."
"Maximum visibility," Ashley’s boyfriend commented, grinning. "I suppose it could work out that way. But I still think it’ll be quicker than that, if I know Jenny."
The three young men were sitting in a corner booth at a small downtown diner, waiting to meet up with Jenny and Ashley and discussing the prospects for Thanksgiving morning. Ever since they had learned that Jenny had won a promotional contest that made her Queen of the Harvest, and hence entitled to preside over one of the floats in the town’s annual Thanksgiving Day parade, the chief object of speculation among the three of them was simple: how long could Jenny stay dressed?
It went without saying that all three figured she would probably lose her clothes. This was the sort of event where Jenny’s talent for having "accidents" was bound to come to the fore. So the only question was how long it would take . . . and each of them had put down fifty dollars on his personal prediction.
"Do you know something we don’t?" Jenny’s husband asked, arching one eyebrow. "Ashley planning to take a hand?"
"If she is, she hasn’t said anything," her boyfriend responded. "Not that I wouldn’t put it past her."
"Ashley?" Roger asked, interested. "I thought she was Jenny’s best friend?" Her boyfriend guffawed.
"And her worst nightmare, too, kid. She doesn’t think any of the rest of us suspect it, but I know for a fact that some of Jenny’s best ‘accidents’ were Ashley’s doing. Sometimes it seems like she’s really out to get poor Jenny . . . don’t know why, though."
"Hmmm." Roger frowned. Did that alter the odds? Or could he find a way to make use of this particular tidbit?
"Better change the subject," Jenny’s husband said softly. "Here come the girls."
Jenny and Ashley hastened across the diner, walking briskly. The blonde Jenny led the way, wearing a light autumn coat buttoned up tight despite the warmth of the restaurant. Roger was a little disappointed at that. He was of the opinion that his big sister should never cover up her magnificent 38CC breasts. Her brunette friend, Ashley - who apparently wasn’t as much of a friend as he’d been led to believe - trailed after her with her coat over her arm and a slightly put-upon expression on her face.
Roger approved of Ashley. Her 34B breasts weren’t as impressive as his sister’s, but there was something about the overall look of the brunette, sultry, a little slutty, even a little touch of outright evil, that appealed to Roger Taylor. He was beginning to think of her as a kindred spirit, despite only having met her the day before. This latest discovery, that she had arranged for some of Jenny’s renowned accidents, only intrigued him more.
The two women bent to kiss their respective menfolk, while Roger stood up and grabbed a chair from a nearby table to make room for the new arrivals.
"Were the gowns ready?" Ashley’s boyfriend asked.
Ashley slid into the booth next to her boyfriend. "Just a couple of last adjustments, they said," she told him. The two had gone to Eve’s Bridal and Formalwear Shop for a final fitting. Jenny, as Queen of the Harvest, had been allowed to name four friends to share her moment with her on the float, and of course her best friend Ashley had been her first choice.
"Take off your coat and stay a while, dear," Jenny’s husband suggested with a grin.
A crimson blush shaded Jenny’s fair features as she sat down beside her husband. "Er . . . I can’t," she said haltingly. "I . . . I had a little accident."
"She stumbled in the fitting room," Ashley said. "Grabbed the nearest thing she could find to steady herself." Her eyes rolled heavenward. "Of course that would be her blouse, hanging from a hook on the fitting room door."
Jenny’s husband laughed. "Well, at least it was just the blouse, this time."
"And . . . well . . . well, the skirt, too," Jenny admitted reluctantly. "But I still say that wasn’t my fault. That man should have said something when he saw I was next to the coffee-maker, instead of just standing there staring at me when I bent over to pick up my purse . . ."
"She set fire to her skirt," Ashley filled in, shaking her head. "Luckily there were several men there who were eager to help her put it out." That made Jenny blush again.
"You could have bought something to wear at the shop, you know," Jenny’s husband said.
"I was going to," Jenny said. "But we were already running so late . . . and like Ashley said, there wasn’t much I could buy off the rack at a formalwear place that would have looked right on me here." She pulled the lapels of her coat a little tighter across her chest. "Anyway, we’re heading home soon, aren’t we? It’s not like anything could happen now."
"Honey, don’t you remember? We have to go out to the airport to meet your folks."
Jenny blushed again. "Oh, John . . . don’t we have time to stop at home first?"
"You’d better," Ashley’s boyfriend said. "After the last time, Airport Security might not be too happy to see you running around in a long coat again. Especially if there’s not much underneath it."
"Last time?" Roger asked.
"Let’s just say that Jenny and airports don’t mix," he said with a shrug. Roger regarded his sister assessingly. He was tempted to try to improvise a little something to relieve her of the rest of her clothes, but decided he could bide his time.
With luck, maybe she wouldn’t need any help today, anyway. She seemed to be quite capable of getting into trouble even without someone setting her up . . . . He stood up.
"Well, if you guys are going to make it to the airport and still pick up some fresh clothes for Sis, you’d better be leaving now. I, ah, I have a couple of errands to run, so I’ll get a cab back to the house when I’m done, okay?" Jenny and her husband nodded.
"Yeah . . . that’s fine, Roger," John said. "How about you two?"
"I have to be getting back to work," Ashley’s boyfriend said.
"And I have an interview this afternoon," the brunette added.
Roger didn’t hear any more as he moved out of range of the conversation. Outside the diner, though, he found a convenient spot by the mouth of an alley and leaned against the wall, watching the door. In due course Jenny and her husband emerged, heading for their car. There were a few moments of interest when Jenny opened up the trunk to get something, then closed it on the tail of her coat, but husband and wife sorted out the problem without having to remove the coat. They got in the car and drove off.
Then Ashley and her boyfriend emerged, stopping by the door to exchange a kiss and a hug. They went off in opposite directions . . . and, Roger noted with satisfaction, Ashley was heading toward him.
As she reached the mouth of the alley he stepped out. "Hold up a moment, Ashley, would you?" he said, flashing his most engaging smile.
"Roger!" Ashley’s look turned suspicious. "What are you doing hanging around here?"
"How would you like to make an easy fifty dollars?" he asked. At the sight of the thundercloud look she was giving him he held up a hand hastily. "Wait, now, don’t jump to conclusions! I need somebody to help me out with a little . . . practical joke. On my Sis. I thought you might be interested." Her eyes narrowed.
"A practical joke on Jenny? Now why would you want me to help you with that?"
"Oh . . . no real reason, I guess. But since you’re one of the people Jenny chose to ride on the float with her, it just seemed to me that you’d be the best one I could approach for this. It’s just a silly prank . . . but I thought it might be funny."
"What kind of a prank?" Ashley asked.
"Well . . . you know how Jenny’s always getting in trouble with her clothes." Roger stroked his blonde mustache and smiled again. "I was kind of thinking there must be some way we could help that along a little bit . . . say in the middle of the parade tomorrow?"
"You’d try to arrange to have your own sister stripped naked in front of the entire town on the proudest day of her life?" Ashley took a step back, looking him up and down sternly. He shrugged.
"Yeah. Just for laughs, you know?" He didn’t mention the fifty bucks he’d win, free and clear, even after he gave her fifty for helping him.
An evil little grin lit up Ashley’s face. "A man after my own heart," she said. "Save your money, kid. I was already trying to figure out a way to . . . ah, pull off just that kind of joke. But I was kind of stuck on how to do it . . ."
"I have a few ideas. Can we get together later, after your interview?"
"Sure. Why not? Let me write you the directions . . . ."
Thanksgiving morning was crisp and cloudy, and the gray skies occasionally spit small amounts of snow on the town as if to remind everyone that winter was on the way. But the weather did nothing to dampen the enthusiasm of the townsfolk turning out for the parade. It might not be much by the standards of Macy’s or the other big city celebrations, but it was the biggest local event of the year.
This year there were twenty floats entered in the parade. They were sponsored by businesses and organizations from all over the county, and each was supposed to promote one of the great landmarks or tourist attractions of the town or the surrounding countryside. The contest Jenny had won had been run by the Chamber of Commerce, and the float she was to ride on was a representation of the famous Old Stone Mill that stood a few miles outside of town. The float displayed a replica of the mill, with a working water wheel; the Queen of the Harvest and her court of four, in their fancy off-the-shoulder gowns in suitable autumn hues, each carried a cornucopia or a sheath of wheat or corn to symbolize the fruits of the harvest to be transformed into a bounty of food by the ingenuity of Man . . . or so said the printed blurb in the Parade Guide being hawked at every street corner as the crowds gathered in anticipation of the show.
The floats were all assembled at the County Fairgrounds outside of town, where the finishing touches had been put on the the day before. Today they would be driven by volunteers from the police and fire departments, and Officer John Biggs had reluctantly accepted his Watch Commander’s instruction that he "volunteer" for the duty as part of his punishment for having arrested the Mayor’s sister-in-law on a minor traffic violation and run her through "the Full Biggs," as cops around the department liked to refer to his trademark way of dealing with female suspects who fell into his hands. Luckily for several careers, his own included, the young lady in question had been recognized and liberated before her strip search moved from simple observation to any of the more invasive options open to Biggs, but he was still in little doubt about his shaky standing with the Department. He wasn’t too pleased about having to spend his Thanksgiving morning piloting a lumbering representation of a mill through the streets of town with nineteen other silly-looking vehicles. Biggs would have been far happier if someone would have taken seriously his oft-repeated idea for a police department float - "The History of the Strip Search" was his preferred theme - but even he recognized that wasn’t likely to happen any time soon.
Biggs was just about to climb into the little open well at the front of the float to take the wheel when he caught sight of his passengers. His spirits, and other parts as well, rose abruptly. He recognized the blonde babe in the yellow/orange gown. He’d spent an enjoyable afternoon with her that summer after stopping her for a possible DUI and getting treated to a bonus Indecent Exposure charge shortly thereafter. He noticed her returning his look, blushing, and turning away suddenly. Evidently she remembered him, too.
Maybe the day wasn’t going to be a total loss after all, he thought with a smile....
...."I tell you, the driver is that cop from last summer," Jenny wailed. "The . . . the one who . . . who . . ."
"Calm down, Jenny," Ashley told her, sounding a little sharp. "He can’t do anything to you from behind the wheel."
Jenny sniffed and fought for control. That had been one of the worst days of her life, and it was hard to stop blushing at the memories of all the things she had gone through. But that had been months ago . . . and today was supposed to be a GOOD day, a day to remember fondly. Maybe winning that contest was a signal that her luck was finally turning around?
Still, she was apprehensive. "Ashley, are you sure I look okay. I mean, without my bra and all . . ."
"You look fine," her friend said. She added something under her breath that Jenny couldn’t quite hear. Something about a bit and a cow? It didn’t make any sense. "And face it, you can’t wear a regular bra with that off-the-shoulder thing, and the bandeau you wore this morning was making too many ugly lines."
"It wasn’t this tight when I tried it on yesterday," Jenny said.
"Probably one of those last-minute adjustments they were talking about. Don’t worry about it. Nobody’s going to be close enough to see if you’re wearing a bra or not, under there. You’ll be fine."
Ashley helped Jenny climb up the ladder that led to the top of the float. Under her breath she repeated what she’d said before. "Big-titted cow . . ." She really hated it when Jenny went on about how shy she was about her breasts. Those 38CC wonders could mesmerize every man in town even covered up under layer after layer of material. Ashley had seen how they turned her own boyfriend into a drooling idiot. But leave it to Jenny to make such a big deal over being worried about showing them.
She smiled behind Jenny’s back. The alteration that had made the top of the gown too tight to allow the bandeau had been a last-minute inspiration on her part. Ashley had called the shop the afternoon before and convinced the seamstress that she’d made a mistake on the final measurements. Just an added wrinkle to the plan Roger had laid out for her . . . to keep her own hand in.
Ashley joined Jenny at the top of the float, along with the other three ladies of the Queen’s "court." Though they were friends of Jenny’s, Ashley only knew them slightly . . . and one not at all, Jenny’s visiting cousin Jackie, from out of town. They were all young, pretty, and vapid-looking, the collection of friends Ashley would expect Jenny to have.
That made her wonder. Surely SHE didn’t fit in with these others . . . ?
"Okay, Jenny, you stand up here," Ashley said, propelling the blonde toward the front of the float, a few feet in front of the "water wheel" that was the main element of the display. "Oh, dear . . . that won’t do," she added a moment later.
"What? What’s wrong?"
"Hang on a minute. I’ll see what I can do." Ashley hitched her gown up high, showing lots of leg, and crouched down beside the blonde. Deftly she produced a pair of scissors taped inside her skirt and made a few quick cuts at the back of Jenny’s hemline. After a moment she had a short tail of material neatly coiled behind Jenny, ready for use at the appropriate moment. Jenny craned her neck to try to see what Ashley was doing, but the brunette blocked her view with her body. "It’s okay," she reassured Jenny. "Just a botched seam on the back of the gown. I don’t think it’ll show, now."
A man with a megaphone appeared beside the float. "Places! Take your places! Driver, get that piece of junk rolling! The parade’s starting!"
Ashley straightened up, smoothed her own gown into place, and found her own spot a few paces behind and to the left of Jenny. She reached it just in time to grab on to a convenient handhold as the float lurched into motion.
An unforgettable Thanksgiving Day parade was about to begin.
Jenny’s family and friends had gathered near the reviewing stand by the County Courthouse, where the dignitaries and most of the crowd had gathered to watch the parade. Opposite the reviewing stand an immense video monitor had been set up to give the people something to watch while they waited for the slow-moving parade to wind its way through town. A helicopter from the local TV station was providing an aerial view of the excitement, while several strategically placed cameras watched its progress from ground level as well.
Roger noted that the various cameramen seemed to devote an inordinate amount of time to the Old Stone Mill float. Was it just because there were five pretty women up there, waving to the crowd and smiling like a bevy of Miss America contestants? Or was Jenny a well-enough known local "celebrity" to attract special attention. Lots of people all over the county had apparently heard about the well-endowed young lady with the penchant for turning up naked.
Well, Roger thought with an inward grin, they’d certainly get an eyeful today, provided Ashley did her job.
He checked his trusty digital camera one last time. It was the same one he had used a few weeks earlier to photograph Jenny changing during the frat party where he had been the entertainment director and she had been his featured entertainment. Those pictures had come out pretty well. He hoped he’d get some good new ones today.
Roger glanced over at the cameraman from the TV station who had set up nearby. He hoped the guy would be reliable. Roger had promised him a twenty if he’d make a copy of whatever video footage he shot today . . .
On the big screen, the lead bagpipe band and the first two floats had made the turn onto Main Street. Jenny’s was third, and the helicopter camera chose to zoom in on it from above as it followed the parade leaders around the corner. Jenny was waving, her smile bright enough to illuminate a dark room. Near her Ashley was waving as well, but mechanically . . . and she didn’t look nearly as happy.
"Main Street," Jenny’s husband commented. "Looks like everything’s still in place. Guess you’re out of the running . . ."
Ashley’s boyfriend nodded. "Yeah. I really figured something would happen by now. It’s not like Ashley to miss an opportunity . . ."
"What was that?" Jenny’s mother asked from just behind them.
"Oh, nothing," Jenny’s husband replied hastily.
They could hear the bands now, playing the usual discordant marching music common to parades the world over, which no human ear could actually identify. The head of the parade would be passing the reviewing stand soon.
"Crossing Fourth Street now," Ashley’s boyfriend commented. "Guess you’re out of the running too, John."
Glancing back to be sure his mother had fallen back out of earshot to rejoin his father, Roger turned to them. "You gents want to pay up now?" he asked, smiling sweetly.
"Let’s see what happens," Jenny’s husband told him. "Maybe she’ll stay dressed."
"Sure," Ashley’s boyfriend said. "And maybe hell will freeze over later on this afternoon, too." Nonetheless he made no move to pay Roger.
"Just wait, gentlemen," Roger said with another smile. "Timing is everything."
Ashley was finding it hard to smile and wave. It was cold up on top of the float, her ears had reached the point of wanting to sue her for abuse from listening to the marching bands, and she was starting to get thoroughly bored. Naturally Jenny seemed to be making the best of it all -- Jenny always made the best of everything, which was one of the reasons Ashley hated her -- and she seemed to be completely immersed in her role as Queen.
Well, the Queen was due to be taken down a peg, Ashley thought. The float had passed Fourth Street and would soon draw even with the reviewing stand. That was where Roger had said the unveiling should take place . . . "for maximum effect," as he had put it. Ashley kind of liked the kid’s style.
She shifted position just a trifle and reached out with one foot to kick at the coil of fabric trailing from Jenny’s gown. One deft flick was enough to unroll it. The end came to rest just under the slowly rotating water wheel.
Ashley and Roger were the only ones who knew that Roger had paid a visit to the fairgrounds on the outskirts of town where the floats had been parked overnight. He had made a few minor modifications to the water wheel. Now to see if they would work . . . .
One paddle of the wheel now featured a row of nails stretching all the way across its inner surface. As it came down, one nail caught on the fabric . . . and held. Ashley finally got the smile down right as her face lit up in response to that tell-tale RRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPP sound.
Jenny felt a tug at her dress and gasped in surprise as she was almost pulled down. A moment later her ears were filled with the sound of ripping cloth, and she squealed in dismay as she realized that, as usual, the sound was coming from a part of her wardrobe. Dropping her cornucopia, she spun, looking down in a desperate attempt to find out what was making the noise. Her turn made her trip over the trailing length of fabric that connected her to the rotating paddle wheel, and she stumbled backwards . . . away from the wheel, and towards the front of the float.
The wheel kept turning inexorably, and more of the gown tore free. Jenny struggled to stay upright, and managed to grab onto a support before she toppled, But bracing herself only made the strain on the gown that much worse. With a final jerk, the seams gave way across her back, and the wheel dragged the whole gown off her body.
For a long moment Jenny just stood there in horror, hardly realizing that she was now exposed for the town to see in nothing but stay-up hose and black satin panties. Then the chill breath of the November wind caressed her bare skin, raising goosebumps and causing her nipples to stiffen almost painfully, and the full nature of her situation dawned on the blonde abruptly.
Screaming, she ran to Ashley. "Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ashley, you’ve got to do something . . ."
She stumbled as the float hit a pothole and lurched against Ashley, who quite naturally pushed her away again. Of course, at the same time she was pushing Jenny back with her left arm, her right hand had hooked on to those panties, so that when Jenny staggered back her underwear didn’t go with her. Gasping in horror, Jenny tried to cover breasts and bush from the enraptured gaze of the parade crowd.
Now she took another step backwards without looking, and promptly fell into the driver’s well at the front of the float. Luckily her fall was broken . . . unluckily, it was broken by Officer John Biggs, who looked at the naked blonde who had fallen into his lap with much the same fervor as an Israelite in the desert discovering manna fallen from Heaven. Jenny screamed again as his hands left the steering wheel long enough to renew their old acquaintance with Jenny’s bare flesh.
By this time the other women on the float had realized something was wrong and had rushed forward to help. Ashley was at the rear of the pack, still holding onto Jenny’s black panties and calling words of support and encouragement. It was Jenny’s cousin Jackie who took the lead in trying to pull the nude blonde off of the policeman. Disregarding the strain she was placing on her own outfit, Jackie knelt down and held out her hands to Jenny, who recognized a safe haven when she saw one and took them enthusiastically. Jackie hauled Jenny up out of the well, much to Officer Biggs’ dismay, but he was mollified by the fact that the blonde stopped about halfway out to get a better purchase on her rescuer, standing with her legs on the chair on either side of Biggs and her spread pussy lips just above eye level, the best view he’d had since the last time he’d gotten a lap dance at the local strip bar.
Jackie resumed lifting her cousin out of the well, and Jenny grabbed on to her enthusiastically. Perhaps a little too enthusiastically, as Jackie’s gown chose this moment to give way as well. In moments the two of them were standing together at the front of the float, almost embracing, Jenny naked to her stocking tops with her magnificent bosom heaving in mingled terror and relief, while Jackie was revealed in thong panties and a matching half-bra that left her aureolae on display. Both were blushing furiously.
The float passed the reviewing stand at that moment, under the eyes of the Mayor and the city dignitaries who had stood at attention to salute the Chamber of Commerce entry in the parade.
His Honor hoped that Jenny wouldn’t ever consider running for public office. Judging from the cheers she was garnering, she’d be a shoe-in for winning any election in this town . . . .
Not too far away, Roger grinned as he accepted fifty dollar bills from Jenny’s husband and Ashley’s boyfriend.
It was one Thanksgiving people would be talking about for a long time to come.