1. Dress Off: Sasha vs Tara (Part 1)


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: staceyshackleton, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    her way over to the changing room and, after a little mental pep-talk about the embarrassment about to be handed to Sasha Sinclair, plunged in and started quickly removing her own clothes. Tara's body was a work of art. A 23 year old in peak physical condition and with a natural beauty that had worked on the boys at school even before she'd taken up sports. As Tara stripped off the light blue blouse she'd worn to The Fiddler's Bow, her pert, firm breasts sat beautifully framed in her lacy white bra. Tara knew she was beautiful, always had known it in fact, and she'd learned how to tease the boys just enough to always get what she wanted. Even stripping here in The Fiddler's Bow, with what was on the line and what was soon to come, she subconsciously put on a show for no-one in particular. She eased her jeans over her hips and lowered them to her feet with one graceful bend at the waist. The same move, all those years ago, that had pretty much guaranteed the assistance of the computer geeks at high school. The same computer geeks who had so ably hacked into Sasha's social media accounts during the student body presidency race, and had helped her spread the truth (albeit perhaps liberally edited and conveniently missing some unnecessary context) about little Miss Perfect. The blouse and jeans were dropped on to the floor, and momentarily Tara thought whether she'd seen them again. It was a strange though, and it mildly worried her as she hurriedly undid her bra, and let her ...
    small but beautifully formed breasts loiter unrestricted. Her panties were soon down by her ankles, and the worried thoughts led her to unconsciously, and only for a moment, touch herself between her legs and wonder what it meant that last week, she'd decided to shave between her legs for the first time in a fair while. Tara snapped out of is as she realised she was standing stark naked in the changing room of a strange shop, with who knew how many cameras probably hidden around to capture every angle. Tara mentally reprimanded herself for letting her mind wander, and told herself she needed to be on her game for the next few hours if rightful justice was to be delivered. Tara grabbed the outfit provided, and slipped on the black tight lycra running pants, the baggy yellow running shorts, and the yellow bra. The sleeveless white shirt she at least assumed would be tight and uncomfortable, just to add to the game, but she was surprised when she put it on to find it was baggy like the shorts. Tara still looked gorgeous of course. She could have worn a sack and made it look fetching, but she was oddly disappointed to think that right now, Sasha Sinclair wasn't facing intense embarrassment stepping out into public, even if meant that Tara would at least temporarily share the same fate. The wrist bands and shoes went on last, and Tara Tennyson emerged from the changing room looking all the world like a woman about to go on a casual jog. The nondescript man raised an eyebrow, but ...
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