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 Bare as you dare

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
know more about my friends and me, please drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/

   One night a while back, my boyfriend Ryosuke took me to this pub here in
Oceanview called Hernando's.  He isn't really into the club scene, so at
first, I wondered why he wanted to go.  Once we were there though, he
pointed out this sign: 'Skin Thursdays.  Go bare as you dare.  Show the
most skin to win $$$.' At first, I wasn't sure what it was all about, but
later in the evening, they called women up on stage, and the judges chose
who was the most daring, and gave her a prize.  It figures that Ryosuke
would like something like that.

   "You should enter," he told me, nudging my shoulder.  I wasn't really
dressed for it that day.  I was just wearing ripped white jeans and a white
t-shirt.

   "Maybe some day," I told him.

   After that night, we'd drop by at Hernando's every once in a while, just
to see who all was there.  My friend Fujiko, the buff tennis instructor,
came with us one time, and brought her house mates, Winston, the Chinese
swimmer, and Gus.  The East Indian guy, Margas was another regular, and he
hung around with Sven, a big tall blonde guy.  I don't think Sven is
actually Swedish, but he just dyes his hair blonde trying to look as if he
is.  He is kind of handsome in his way and a bit of a good time guy.  He
sometimes goes a bit too far, lifting me up over his shoulder and spinning
me around.  /('o')/ I realize he's just trying to be friendly, but I was
pretty surprised the first time he did it.

   Anyway, the nights we went to Hernando's, I tried out different outfits
toying with the idea of entering the contest.  One night, I went in my
black faux leather dress with the lace up sides, and another time, my fire
engine red apron dress with matching panties.  The guys were really
supportive, but I felt shy about putting myself out there like that.  I did
work on my dance moves, imitating some girl dancers I'd seen in a K-pop
video, shaking my 'booty,' goofing around for Sven and them.  They seemed
to get a kick out of it at least.

   One day, I finally decided to just go for it.  I still wanted to keep up
my good girl image though, so I got out this frilly white mini-dress that
I'd picked up recently.  It was an interesting design actually.  It had two
spaghetti straps that tie in bows on each shoulder.  It was kind of open at
the sides just under my arms, and the bottom part was a billowing flirt
skirt, a bit higher at the back than the front.  I also put on a pair of
colorful open toe platform sandals just to keep with the summery theme.  I
didn't wear a bra, but I did pull on some white cotton panties I'd bought
in Japan.  Oh and for the trip there, I wore a jacket, just to keep my
outfit a surprise.  I originally thought that the contest was no big deal,
but now that I was finally ready, I was looking forward to seeing if I
could win.

   Anyway, I met up with Ryosuke and them, and we went to the club fairly
early.  After I checked my jacket, I noticed Daniel Francis was there. 
Daniel is the handsome son in the big house where Ryosuke lives.  Daniel
noticed us, and waved, but he didn't come over.  I began to feel a bit
self-conscious about my dress though.  Because I wasn't wearing a bra, you
could kind of see a bit of side-boobage, not to mention my panties from the
back.  I didn't know how I felt about parading around like this with Daniel
here.  I was worried he might tell his parents, making it harder for me to
visit Ryosuke at their house.

   To hide while I thought this through, I went straight to the back of the
club, and sat down at a table in the corner.  Sven and them followed me in,
curious.  They sat down at the next table over, and ordered drinks.  When I
went to fish out my money to pay the waitress, I noticed Margas staring at
me.  I think he could kind of see my breast through the slit up the side of
my dress.  I covered up as best I could, but felt terribly exposed.  I kept
hoping that Daniel would leave, but he and his friends seemed to have
settled in for the night.

   Ryosuke eventually came over to see what I was up to.

   "What's wrong, sweetie?" he asked.  I pointed over at Daniel.  "Oh,
don't worry about him.  He's an okay guy once you get to know him." Ryosuke
had been living with the Francis family for quite a while, so I guess he
knew Daniel pretty well.  I'd only met Daniel the times I'd gone over to
their house, and even then, we hadn't really talked that much.  I'd kept
this a secret from Ryosuke, but I kind of thought Daniel was cute.  I
didn't know if I wanted him to see me like this, dressed up like a tart.

   "You're making a big deal over nothing," Ryosuke insisted.  "Why don't
you just scoot over to the judges table, and see what they make of your
outfit?"

   I just sat there looking at Ryosuke for a while, but eventually I got
up, trying to get up my nerve.

   Anyway, I finally went over to the judges table to ask about the
contest. There were a whole bunch of girls there that night - not really
pretty ones...  in my view anyway - but they were all flocked around the
judges trying to make an impression.  I didn't want to intrude, so I just
asked the clerk when the deadline was for applying.  He said I still had
time.  Unable to break into the circle around the judges, I trudged back to
Ryosuke.  He could see I looked dejected, so he pulled me over onto his
lap.

   "What'd they say?"

   "I didn't get talking to the judges.  There were too many girls there,"
I moped.  Ryosuke peered over at these girls, but clearly they weren't his
type either.

   "You could win this, you know," he said.

   "How?"

   "Just take off your panties," he smiled, patting me on my rear end.  I
glared at him, and then laughed.

   "Yeah, right."

   At first, I thought he must be joking.  He kept nodding though, and then
ran his finger down the crack of my rear making me squeal.  I stood up to
get away from him before the others got suspicious, but it was a kind of
intriguing idea.  The club was fairly dark, but there were an awful lot of
people around.  That would get the judges' attention, though.  I pinched
Ryosuke's cheek to punish him for goosing me, and then headed off.

   "Where are you going?" he called after me.

   "Nowhere.  I'm just going outside to get some air."

   I strolled over to the entrance showing the bouncer the stamp on my
hand, and stepped out onto the patio out in front.  There were still a few
people sitting at the outdoor tables, but it was a lot quieter out here.  I
could still remember the feeling of Ryosuke's hands on my bottom.  I have
to admit I was excited by then, parading around in this indecent outfit in
front of all these people.  Daniel being here was a point against, but
maybe Ryosuke's right that he'd be cool with whatever.  I'd kind of teased
Daniel a few times before, and I don't think he'd told his parents about
it. If I am going to give this contest a try, tonight's as good a night as
any.  If I keep putting it off, I'll never do it.

   I glanced back and forth to make sure no one was coming, and then hid
off to the side in the entranceway.  I reached up inside my skirt, slid my
thumbs into the waistband of my panties, and yanked them down.  I felt so
weird when the air hit my hello kitty.  It literally took my breath away. I
was so worked up that my panties got tangled around my ankles.  I
frantically tried to shake them loose before someone came.  I finally got
my panties off, and tucked them away in my purse, just as a few new
partiers arrived.  Phew!  That was close!

   I was acutely aware of my pantiless state, but I did my best to act like
nothing was wrong.  When I turned to go back inside, the guys in line kind
of gawked down at my hiney.  I wondered if they could see something through
the thin white material, but I think it was more the breeze was causing my
skirt to billow up, exposing my fanny.  I wasn't really sure how much he
could see, but my whole hindquarters felt quite airy now, and I was getting
all excited.  Oh god.  Maybethis wasn't such a good idea after all.

   Anyway, I bit my lip, and ignored them, showing my stamp to the bouncer,
who let me back in.  I made a beeline for the judges table, intending to
just zip in, flirt with them a bit, and then pull my panties back on.

   Before I could make it to the judges though, I ran smack dab into
Daniel, who'd finally decided to come over, and say hi.  My heart sped up.
My hello kitty was tingling like crazy.

   "Hey, Emi!  What are you doing here?" he smiled.  I turned to look to
Ryosuke for support, but Sven and them were all squinting over at me,
clearly noticing something different.  I felt for the hem of my skirt, and
it was billowing up at the back, letting people see my bare bottom.  I made
a vague effort to push it back down, but I was worried that Sven and them
had already figured out that I was pantiless.  I felt so embarrassed -
busted already!

   Ryosuke zeroed in on my bare bottom right away, no doubt figuring out
that I'd taken my panties off.  He got up, and came over - to rescue me I
was hoping - but instead he just shook Daniel's hand, and started talking
with him.  I stood there, nervous to be out here in the middle of the dance
floor with all these strange guys looking on.  I moved a hand around to
cover my bottom, but I think that might have tipped Daniel off that
something was up.  My face felt hot, and had probably gone red from the
embarrassment.

   "Who are you here with?" Daniel asked.  I turned to the side to point
out Sven and them, but when I did, Daniel's eyes darted down to my behind.
Can you imagine?  My boyfriend Ryosuke was standing right there, but Daniel
made no bones about checking out my outfit.  I turned back towards him, but
he kept on asking.

   "Which one is Margas?"

   "That one," I pointed out.

   "And which one is Gus?"

   At this point, I looked at him more suspiciously.  He must be doing this
on purpose, trying to get me to turn away, so he could sneak a peek at my
backside.  I had one hand over my butt crack, but this no doubt looked
suspicious, so I tried to pull down the hem of my skirt.  This dress is
supposed to be long enough to cover my tush, but for some reason, I
couldn't get it to stay.

   "That tall one is Gus," I pointed, peering back at Daniel over my
shoulder.  Daniel glanced at Gus, but he seemed much more interested in my
behind.  I was kind of surprised actually, because he'd never shown that
much interest in me before.  Maybe he likes me!

   Suddenly, we heard a burst of laughter from the judges' table.  At
first, I thought they might be laughing about me, but it seemed to be about
something else.

   "Oh, I'm sorry.  Were you on your way somewhere?" Daniel asked, noting
my interest in the judges.

   "Oh I...  uh...," I stammered, not wanting to admit I was here for the
contest.  "I heard there is a contest going on..."

   "Oh, the bare as you dare contest.  That is quite the outfit you have
on," he smiled peering down again at my thighs.  I blushed at the
compliment, but he motioned for me to do a little pirouette, and show him.
I felt embarrassed enough as it was, but reluctantly, I fluffed down my
skirt, and twirled around.

   "You look...  Wow!  You look great!" Daniel gushed.  I'd never seen him
so excited before.  I felt a bit flattered.  "Are you wearing a thong?" he
asked point blank.  Nervous, I pushed my skirt down, but quite a few guys
were watching me now.  There were other women there in sexy dresses, but
for some reason, I stood out.

   "Something like that.  Anyway, I'd better go over, and ask about this
contest thing.  Talk to you later?"

   Daniel nodded.  I squeezed Ryosuke's hand trying to signal him to cover
for me, but it was a bit late for that now.  They both stared down at my
ass as I walked away, starting to regret my rash decision to shed my
panties.

   Anyway, I sashayed up to the judges table, feeling even more nervous.

   "My name is Emi, Emi Tsuruta," I told the clerk.  "Can I still
register?"

   The clerk seemed pretty blas?, perhaps because he saw this every week. I
smiled at each judge, and shook their hands.  They looked surprised for
some reason, impressed by my bubbliness or more likely my outfit.  Well,
anyway, it's good that they like me.

   "Yeah, sure.  Fill out this form," the clerk said.  I needed a flat
surface to write on, but he motioned for me to use the table they were
sitting at.  I tried to move to the side to get away from the crowd, but
when I squatted down, the hem of my skirt rose even more, leaving my
backside feeling quite breezy.  I was hoping to hide in the darkness, but
one of the judges jumped up to help me with the questionnaire.  I peered up
at him with my big black eyes, wondering if he could see my ass.  Luckily,
he was shielding me from the crowd.

   Another judge started looking under the table, apparently trying to get
a peek at my pussy.  I shielded it with my thigh, but in such a short
skirt, it was near impossible to keep everything covered.

   When I stood up, the hem got caught on the curve of my behind, leaving
my bottom exposed.  I was beginning to freak, too horny to think even.  The
judge standing next to me shook my hand, obviously quite taken with me and
my assets.

   "Where are you from?  Do you live around here?  Do you come here often?"

   I giggled at the sudden barrage of questions.  My pussy was on fire by
that point.  Pretty well all of them were staring at me now.  The clerk
though didn't look so amused, and took the form from me, instructing me to,

   "Go back to your seat, and we'll call you."

   I fluffed down my skirt, and wended my way back to the table where
Ryosuke and them were.  Sven and Margas got up, asking me how it went.

   "It was fine," I told them calmly, pushing through to my own table.  I
felt so horny it wasn't even funny anymore.  Margas sat down next to me,
and stared down at my bare thighs.  I tried to ignore him.  I just sat
there quietly, waiting for the hubbub to die down.

   Finally, the emcee got up on stage to announce the finalists.  He called
up three American girls, but then just when I'd almost given up hope, he
called my name.

   "Emi Tsuruta!  Come on up!"

   Wow!  They picked me!

   I had kind of been intending to go pull my panties back on, but it was a
bit late for that now.  I strode up to the stage, doing my best to smile,
while Sven and them all clapped and cheered.  The other 3 girls were all
quite tall.  I was wearing my platform sandals, but I wanted to look
taller, so I stretched my back, dragging my hem with it.  Everyone was
watching me now, so I couldn't really reach down, and fix my skirt.  I
could barely see for the blinding spotlights, but I could feel everyone's
eyes right on me.  The tingling in my pussy simply would not stop.  Soon
though, the emcee came to ask me some questions.

   "What's your name?"

   "Emi."

   "And what kind of outfit is this you're wearing today?"

   I stared out at the crowd almost in shock.

   "This is just stuff I bought here in Oceanview," I mumbled.  "Body
Glove, Rip Curl...  or actually, I don't think this dress is a brand at
all."

   "It is lovely.  Here, can you turn around, and model it for us?"

   I heard his question, but honestly, I didn't want to turn around. 
Instead, I babbled on,

   "Here, did you check out my sandals?  There's a little chain hanging
from the buckle almost like a bracelet." I tapped my toe making the chain
jangle.  The audience laughed at this, but the emcee went back to his
question.

   "That's great, but could you turn around?  Everyone wants to see your
full ensemble."

   I felt at the back for my dress, but standing up tall the way I was had
pulled the hem way up exposing practically my whole bottom.  The bartender
and guys at the bar were already nudging each other, pointing out my
indecent outfit.  Following the hem of the dress around to the front, I
slowly realized that the guys in the front row might even be able to see my
pussy.  I'd gone for a bikini wax not long before, but I hadn't really
expected to show it to anyone.  Oh oh.  Am I in trouble here?

   I scanned the audience looking for Daniel, but thankfully, he was
sitting a bit futher back.  I was completely freaking out though.  I was so
excited.

   "I...  uh...  I...  uh.." I definitely didn't want to turn around, but
the emcee was still looking at me, waiting.  "Um, there's a problem with my
skirt," I explained, blushing like crazy.  He took a peek at my behind to
see.  I tried to cover it with my hands, but it was no use.  I was getting
more and more excited.  Oh no.  I think I feel an orgasm coming on.

   "That's okay, cutie," he assured me.  "It's a bare as you dare
contest... and you obviously came prepared." The audience broke out
laughing again.

   "Turn around," some guy in the audience yelled, and then a few of them
started chanting.  I stared out into the crowd looking at Ryosuke, but he
just shrugged.  I'm up here now.  It's a bit late to turn back, he seemed
to be saying.

   Nervous and teetering a bit on my high platform sandals, I slowly turned
around.  Everyone started cheering, wolf-whistling, or pounding on the
tables with their hands.  It felt so weird, showing my bare ass to all
these people.  I got so nervous that I almost lost my balance.  I spread my
legs to steady myself, but people just hooted louder.  I peered back at the
audience, a bit awed by their reaction.  Sven and Margas were both giving
me the thumbs up, and Daniel was sharing some joke with his friends.  Oh
god.  Please let this be over soon.

   "And what were you saying about the chain?" the emcee asked.

   "Oh, just on the buckle of my sandal," I told him.  He pretended not to
be able to see, so balancing on one foot, I lifted the other foot up to
show him.  The audience was eating it up though.  "I have a matching chain
on my necklace which jangles if I shake it," I showed him turning back
around to face them.  The audience seemed a little disappointed when I
turned, but that was good in a way.  Maybe they couldn't see my pussy after
all.

   "Here, show us.  Shake the chain," he instructed.  I tugged on it, but
for some reason it wouldn't jangle.

   "Jump!" he suggested.

   "What?"

   "Jump up and down!"

   I opened my mouth feigning shock at his suggestion.  He was of course
trying to get me to flash my pussy at the audience.  No one said I had to
do that!

   Suddenly, though the DJ started playing this gangster rap song called
'Jump Around.' The audience all laughed, and the other girls started
dancing to the music.  They were all wearing underwear, but they were still
hoping to win this.  Trying to deflect attention away from my pussy, I took
the emcee's hand, and tried to get him to dance with me, which got an even
bigger laugh.  Soon though, they were all singing "Jump!  Jump!  Jump!" to
the song, obviously aimed at me.

   It was clear that they weren't going to just let this go.  I vaguely
started dancing, but embarrassed, I turned my back to the audience again.
They'd already seen my bare booty once, so maybe that wouldn't be so bad.
Facing away from them, I started hopping and jumping almost as if I were
skipping rope in time to the music.

   "Can you hear it?  It's jangling!" I gushed as if anyone cared about my
necklace.  The crowd was going absolutely wild, clapping, shouting, banging
on the tables.  Every time I jumped, the hem of my dress would float way
up, showing them all my precious little bottom.

   All this dancing was making the cider go to my head, and my inhibitions,
not so strong at the best of times, were starting to fall.  I went into my
booty shake routine, twerking, and they all started laughing, getting a
real kick out of my antics.  The judges, seeing the audience reaction, got
up out of their seats to see what everyone was yelling about.

   Unfortunately, all this jumping had another effect that I didn't notice
at first.  My spaghetti straps had slipped off my shoulders, and the bows
were coming loose.  I probably wasn't making things any better by flinging
my skirt around like a flamenco dancer.  It was only when my nipples popped
out of my dress that I finally realized the problem, and grabbed my dress
before it fell off.

   The music eventually stopped, and thankfully, y dress was now low enough
to cover my pussy and rear again, but my headlights had popped right out. I
looked over forlornly at the emcee, and he finally took pity on me.  He
motioned for the lighting guy to dim the lights.

   "Now we'll take a short break," he told the audience.  Some people in
the crowd started booing, but I scooted over to the far side of the stage,
relieved to be out of the spotlight.  I was still dazed and horny,
clutching my dress which was tangled awkwardly around my rib cage.  The
guys sitting at the bar were peering over at me, so I tried to hide my
breasts with my arm.  The emcee came over to check on me.

   "Here, let me help you with that," he offered.  I was really kind of
hoping that Ryosuke would come rescue me, but I couldn't see him, so I
nodded for the emcee to take a hold of my dress from the back.  He held it
there while I did each shoulder tie back up.

   "Has anything like this happened before?" I asked, still in shock.

   "No, I don't think so," he smiled.  I got the first tie done up, but I
soon noticed the bartender staring straight at me.  I looked down only to
realize that the emcee had pulled my dress up, uncovering my pussy in the
process.  I smiled apologetically at the bartender, but all the guys
sitting at the counter looked stunned.  I quickly spun around to hide, but
the emcee seemed a bit flustered himself.

   "Is this over yet?  Can I go sit down?" I asked, finally getting the
other tie done up.

   "Uh, you might want to go over, and show your family jewels to the
judges," he stammered.

   "What?" I gasped, stunned at his directness.

   "Your necklace, I mean, your necklace and the chain on your shoes.  Show
them," he rushed to clarify.  A bit startled, I stalked over to the judges
table wondering if he really meant I should show them my pussy.  What kind
of contest is this anyway?

   The judges were still in a huddle, talking over what had happened, but
they broke it up, and turned to face me as I came up.

   "Well, Ms.  Tsuruta, that was quite some show you put on up there," the
leader smiled.

   "Yeah, sorry.  I'm not really used to this kind of thing," I blushed,
looking down at the floor.

   "No, no.  I meant that in a good way.  You were great.  You're
gorgeous," he let slip out at the end.

   "Um, thank you, I guess." I wasn't really sure what they wanted me to
say.

   "You have a great body.  Do you work out?" another asked.

   "I swim a little, and play beach volleyball."

   "If you don't mind my asking, what gave you the idea to come in that
outfit?" he said obviously wondering about my lack of underwear.

   "Oh that was just kind of a spur of the moment thing," I told them, my
body heating up again.

   "In all the times we've done this, I don't think we've ever had a girl
come in off the street dressed like that," he said gesturing at my skirt. I
just stared down at the floor.

   "Would you be willing to do a little victory dance for us?"

   "Have I won?" I lit up.  He didn't answer, but it was kind of obvious by
then.

   "I don't think we've ever had a young lady quite as daring as you."

   I thanked the leader, shaking his hand, so glad I'd won.  They signaled
for the emcee to go back up on stage, and passed him an envelope.  He ran
through the runners-up, and then announced,

   "And the winner is...  Ms.  Emi Tsuruta.  A big round of applause for
lovely Miss Emi."

   I climbed back up onto the stage, surprised at all the applause.  Sven
and them were all cheering like crazy, and it did feel good to win.  They
gave me this big fake check as my prize.  It wasn't for that much money,
but I could use it to buy some new clothes or something like that.

   The DJ did play some music, and the emcee tried to get me to dance, but
I was a bit shyer this time, dancing really slowly so as not to flip my
skirt up.  When my victory song ended, I thanked them all, and clomped back
over to my group.  Ryosuke gave me a kiss, and held onto the check.  When I
turned to Sven, he grabbed me by the waist, and lifted me up flinging me
over his shoulder again.  At first, I wasjust like 'here we go again,' but
suddenly, I remembered that I still didn't have any panties on.  Sven, the
sneaky devil, was deliberately trying to show all these people my pussy!

   I beat on his back with my fists, trying to get him to let me back down,
but probably he was so drunk and horny that he barely noticed.  I hung on
tight as he twirled me around, desperately trying to keep my feelings in
check.  It was hard not to feel embarrassed though with my fanny high in
the air and all these horny guys looking on.  It was kind of a turn on
though if I'm going to be perfectly honest.  I tried to push my skirt back
down, but Sven was twirling me this way and that so there wasn't much I
could do.

   Even after he let me back down, my face was burning hot, and I could
barely get over what had happened.  Ah well.  At least the guys seemed to
like it.

   I stumbled over to where Ryosuke was, and whispered,

   "Here.  We'd better get out of here, before all these guys start getting
ideas."

   He put his arms up, and told the crowd,

   "Show's over, everyone.  Move along," while Sven and Gus and them
gathered up their stuff to go.  On the way out, they gathered around to
shield me from the crowd, but Margas somehow got a hold of my skirt again,
and was yanking it up to check out my rear.

   "I didn't get to see," he whined.  Luckily, Gus had brought his car, so
we headed straight for it, and bundled in with a few stragglers from the
club still following us.  There wasn't really enough room for the five of
us, so I sat on Ryosuke's lap.  I could feel his erection poking at me, and
to tell you the truth, I was still feeling pretty horny myself.  Ryosuke
got his hand up my skirt, and was fingering me, but it was hard to do more
with Margas and the guys right there looking on.

   Gus dropped me off at my place first.  I gave Ryosuke a deep kiss, a
promise to meet up again soon, and then took my huge check and purse into
the house.  Inside the house, Loretta, my host mom, was still up.  She
looked at me, surprised I guess to see me drunk.

   "What's that?" she asked pointing at the mega-size check.

   "Oh I just won this contest.  It's nothing," I told her, not wanting to
get into the details.  She got me to show her the check, and still wanted
to know what it was for.

   "It's just this thing at the club we go to.  I got lucky," I explained,
and then headed up for bed.  I'm pretty sure Loretta is still suspicious
about that night, but anyway, all-in-all, it went off not too badly,
considering.  It could have been worse.

   Emi Tsuruta
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