My old friends (married couples Gena with Lena and Petya with Lucy) invited me to a “picnic”. After a good meal and a drink, they decided to play five of a kind of poker (by the way, my favorite card game). We agreed on the conditions of the game in advance: so that the losers did not suffer materially, the maximum rate should not exceed two hundred rubles. That evening I had no luck: fifty rubles remained on my hands when the right card went. To continue the game, I had to lend a hundred rubles. As soon as I just said this, Lena exclaimed: “This is out of the question! We did not agree. " Then, after a short pause with an ambiguous smile, she added: “If you are so confident in yourself, you can put your pants on the line.” I shouldn't have paid attention to the cue - Helen drank too much, or maybe got into the excitement of the game, but I wanted to recoup, and despite the girlfriend’s tone, in which I could solve the obvious catch, I replied that I was ready for any conditions. Overcoming embarrassment (in the fourth decade still embarrassed as a schoolgirl), pulled off ultramarine panties under the table and solemnly laid them next to a bunch of banknotes. You probably shouldn't say that after my demarche the game became noticeably livelier, and Helen looked at me with a lustful look.

The game went on. Petya and Lucy lost, I stayed with my interest, but I had nothing to pay. “I no longer play,” I said, “I have nothing to bet on.” Smiling enigmatically, Lena says: “It’s a pity you went to play! If the respected public does not object, I add an additional condition to the game: you put the rest of the clothes on the line. Win - of course, all yours. You lose - you fulfill all our wishes. Is it going? ”I began to object, those present began to persuade me, convincing me that I would definitely win. She resisted, as she could, but the company was noisy, indignant: how, they say, this is so, we made an exception to the rule, but she does not want to continue. In the end, I agreed ... and lost outright. What started here!

You would have thought that they won everything except me. When the general hubbub of a little verse, Lena, with a sugary snake voice, said: “Come on, old woman, take off your clothes naked!” I tried to beg, asked to have pity on me and release me from such a test. But you had to see this audience: everything was in vain. With great difficulty, she perched on the table (this was the first wish expressed by Lena's husband) and with shaking hands with tears in her eyes began to unbutton her blouse. The excitement of the audience grew. Remained in a skirt and bra. Recent poker partners applauded vigorously, shouting in chorus: “Dogol! DOGOL! ”She took off her bra, exposing a rather massive chest, intending to stop at this further striptease. But the audience went on a rampage: “Skirt! Skirt! Down with the skirt! ”Finally, Petya unzipped the back of the zipper, and the skirt fell at my feet. I stand completely naked, on the table, and around - four crazy, jumping and screaming. I was very ashamed, although I was always proud of my body. At their request, I, as a mannequin on the catwalk, turned around my axis several times, demonstrating to whom charms and virtues, to whom they were flawed. When the “show” was finally over and I had to get dressed, I suddenly noticed that my clothes were gone. To my question, Elena answered that the loser is a loser and neither money nor anything else is returned to him. Consequently, if I lost my clothes, then I’ll have to go back home in Eve’s costume.

This perspective did not suit me at all: I live in the center, and to cross half the city completely naked (not counting, however, the wool jacket that I left on the hanger in the hallway) is unthinkable for me! Mentally imagined the upcoming route and burst into tears.Once again she began to beg everyone to stop playing the stupid game and return the clothes to me, plaintively reading about there, that I not only squandered all the money, but also turned out to be naked in the literal sense of the word. “Well, well,” Gennady broke the silence, “I make a suggestion: we are returning your clothes to you on the condition that you are posing in the nude in front of a camera. Peter takes four photographs, which you then “redeem” by completing one of our wishes for each photographic print. Agreed? ”

Of course, I understood that it was a trap, their “wishes” could be worse than putting me on the street in which my mother had given birth. But I had no choice, and I agreed. My forebodings came true a few days later, when Gena and Lena met me at the exit from the bureau in which I work, and showed printed photos. Gene handed me a picture in which I was shot in full nude in full growth, and he hand supports my magnificent chest. As soon as I looked at the photo, Gennady immediately hid it in his pocket, and said to me: “Now listen carefully. Tomorrow we meet here at ten to nine. Wear a raincoat - that's all! There should be nothing under it, absolutely nothing! We will bring you some clothes, and after work we come back again and return the photo. Well, until the evening! ”I had no choice but to agree, and the next day I came to work naked, buttoned up in a raincoat. Gene and Lena were already waiting for me at the entrance and smiled slyly, and when they handed a small bundle of clothes, I realized what caused it: I had to walk all day in a white, fully transparent blouse and mini-skirt - and all this was bare body. Sneakily slipped into the toilet and quickly donned the ... that I was handed. Seeing myself in the mirror, she was terribly frightened: how would I appear in such a dress in a purely male team: goosebumps ran down my back at the thought of what the boss could see who, when hired, strictly pointed out the obligatory wearing of a corporate suit, “without any liberties” . I go to myself and think: how did I get to life such as where my pride is, how now with my reputation as a business and inaccessible woman?

Okay, I think what's done is done, and resolutely entered the office. She took off and hung a coat over her shoulders. Has corrected a hairdress and slowly has gone to the workplace. I expected everything, but not this: absolutely no one said a word about my appearance, although I passed by the tables at which my colleagues were already sitting, and, as always, they greeted me cordially: who was restrained, with a nod of his head , who, slightly rising from the chair, and the two kissed the hand. Everything was as ordinary as every single day! Well, it's just amazing: none of the six men of different ages even eyebrow! What is it? And here a joke ?! You would only see me: a pretty blonde with a magnificent bust and plump thighs politely welcomes male colleagues who must see - and see !!! - naked breasts with pink nipples, which are clearly visible through the transparent fabric, and the miniskirt barely covers the shameful place (the clothes turned out to be not mine!). When I sat down on a chair, I saw that the miniskirt did not even cover the curly vegetation between my legs ... In the evening I was given the first photo.

The test, which Elena subjected me, turned out to be much more difficult than the first one and clearly showed me how I had fallen low lately. The four already familiar to you invited me to a restaurant: they had dinner, drank well, and at eleven o'clock they were about to leave. All this time I was in great tension, because I did not know what they would demand from me this time. Under the influence of what I had drunk, I began to calm down, when Lena suggested to come in at a cabaret, in which, according to her, naughty performances are arranged, sometimes by the visitors themselves. I liked the cabarets: cozy, dim light, a little public. Dance music gave way to solo performances by singers, parodists, magicians, etc. At first, everything worked out fine: Gennady and Peter alternately invited me to dance, then they went to the bar and drank a little.Suddenly Lena demanded that I take off my bra. Since I was in a blouse, it did not go unnoticed; men standing at the counter and sitting ...