Message-ID: <24771asstr$961416609@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000619055114.71688.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Gym Dog" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} Sandys Summer Humiliation (virg, reluc, Mf, mf, medical) Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2000 08:10:09 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw, english, IceAltar Sandy's Summer Humiliation By GymDog Chapter 1 My name is Sandy, I was an only child that grew up in a mid-western suburb and this story was from the summer after my sixteenth birthday. Back then I was about 5' 7" 122 lbs. With shoulder length sandy brown hair and normal sized breasts. I spent most of my summers on our community swim team, so I was trim and firm with nice soft edges to my features. My parents, who were both busy doctors, bought me a car for my sixteenth birthday. They were extremely conservative, but still gave me a lot of freedom. They also felt I should get a summer job so I wouldn't get spoiled. Since I loved the pool, I pleaded with the manager to hire me. He was almost never around, and since Mark his assistant agreed, I landed it. The pool was part of a 500-house sub-division and regularly had about a hundred visitors a day. It was on top of a hill surrounded by trees and had a large privacy fence. People would sometimes rent the pool for Friday evenings, and I had heard rumors about how wild they sometimes got. I'm told that's why they built the huge stone privacy fence. Since they wouldn't hire someone under eighteen to be a lifeguard, I had to come at seven each morning to clean the pool, work some at the snack bar, and waitress during their parties. On Mondays the pool was closed until five for the big cleaning which involved most everyone. The pay wasn't good, but it kept me busy enough to keep my parents off my back. They always lectured me on responsibility and told me that working would toughen me up. They made a deal that if I lasted all summer, I could go with a friend to the Bahamas this winter with them. I had been begging them to take me for the past five years. The first two weeks of the job were really cool. Since our club was cheap, we lost several employees to other pools. Unfortunately, most of the people who quit were women. That left me working alone with guys most of the time. Some of the male replacements kept making rude remarks that my sheltered ears were unaccustomed to hearing. On the Third Monday cleaning session, I had to scrub the crap off all the drainage gates and ditches that surrounded the walkways. After a couple hours I was filthy. I went into the women's changing room to cleanup. About halfway through my shower, I heard Paul and Fred chuckling and was horrified as I turned and saw them watching me. No guy had ever seen me nude! "Get out!" I cried. "Sorry Sandy, we pulled locker detail, and this room is our last to clean. Don't mind us, we'll just finish and be on our way." Paul replied as if nothing was wrong. Fred pretended to sweep, but never took his eyes off of my body. I reached for the towel I hung up and saw that it was missing. My one-piece was also no where to be found. "Give me my stuff, you bastard!" I cried. "They were in our way, so I put them in your locker." Paul. I looked and saw that my locker was closed and locked. "My keys were in there you ass-hole. Go get me a towel." "That's no way to treat us. I'm not stupid. I have your keys right here." He said holding them just about an arms reach away from me. I lunged for them, but he was too fast. He jerked them back and ran out of the locker room. I screamed for my keys about five minutes, but no one came to my rescue. Paul finally called back saying that he threw them into the pool because I called him an ass-hole. I went in and cried in one of the toilet stalls. Fred continued to clean. About ten minutes later, Mark came in. "Sandy, this is just a rookie prank that happens every year. Don't take it personally. You can either go find your key, or I'll cut your lock off and tell the manager you quit. Which is it going to be?" I didn't want to quit, but this wasn't fair. "Well, I'm going to head out and if you're still in here in five minutes, I'll take it you're quitting." Mark said and left. I didn't want to go crying home to my parents. Who knows, maybe they would tell me to toughen up, that I couldn't take a little joke. So I made up my mind to come out. I looked for anything to cover up with, but there was nothing I could use. Fred followed me to the doorway. I carefully peeked out. I didn't see anyone. I thought I could see the keys better from the surface, so I ran quickly to the side of the pool. Fred called out, and everybody was looking at me now. My white ass and tits were in stark contrast to my well-developed tan and I tried to cover them up with my hands as best as I could. Damn, I couldn't see the keys. I looked over and saw Mark, and he had a camera. I dove into the pool immediately and continued my search. I'd bet my ass looked funny as I swum along the surface looking underwater for my keys. I covered the whole pool and didn't find them. I swam to the side and called out. "They aren't in here you bastards, where are they?" Everyone pointed over to the high dive where Paul just jumped off of the ladder. "Fuck you." I cursed. I jumped out and ran to the high dive. As I stepped on the ladder, Paul tackled me into it and grabbed at my hands. A moment later, I realized I was now hand cuffed. "SHIT. Let me go" I cried. My embarrassment grew larger, now I was standing next to the high dive ladder with my hands cuffed over my head and five of my male coworkers eyeing all my goods. Mark told me to smile as he took some more pictures. What is worse, I think he was close enough that you wouldn't see the handcuffs on the picture. It would look like I was just climbing the high dive naked. Paul reached over and pinched my ass. I turned and tried to kick him, but he caught my foot in the air and raised it to his shoulder. Fuck, now everyone could see my pussy. Steve who had been silent this whole time came from behind and grabbed my boobs. I just started crying and sobbing uncontrollably. The guys looked at each other and just went back to finish their jobs, leaving me hanging for all to see. After a while I noticed that my nipples and pussy felt very sensitive. We had a slight breeze that day and my tits perked up and I got a little wet from the constant attention from the wind. About an hour later the guys came back. Paul gave my tits a squeeze and said this was all in fun as he unlocked the cuffs. He held out my keys, but threw them to Steve as I reached for them. I ran from guy to guy as they tossed it, but after a minute, Fred missed and they went falling into the pool. I dove in to retrieve them. I then swam to toward the changing house and ran inside. Mark talked to me through from outside the door to the ladies room and told me that it was all in fun. He also said that now, I'd be treated like one of the guys and wouldn't get stuck with all of the crap jobs. I yelled back that I had never been so humiliated in all my life and that you guys should get in big trouble. Mark made some comment about how they shouldn't have hired such a baby, and he was going to talk to the manager about never hiring an under-age person again. I sat and thought about twenty minutes after I got dressed. I knew my parents would be mad if I quit over normal hazing, even if I thought this went way beyond normal. I didn't want them to think I was a baby, so I decided I would just put this behind me. I went out, finished stocking the shelves in the snack shop and left at the end of my shift without talking to anyone. Chapter 2 I only had the 7 a.m. cleaning to do the next two days, so I avoided almost everyone. Thursday, Mark would be in charge and I had to work the snack counter. I was cleaning the pool in wearing my bikini and cutoffs. At seven thirty, I was scared to death when Mark said "Hi." Nobody ever arrived before eight thirty, so I was accustomed to being by myself. He motioned for me to sit down at a nearby table and pulled out ten pictures. "These turned out marvelous, It looks like you were having a grand old naked time." He had pictures of me standing next to the pool, diving in, swimming with my nude bottom showing, and climbing the high dive. The pictures of me trying to get my keys when they were playing keep away looked like I was laughing and doing a dance. "Give them to me." I demanded. "I don't think so. Besides I have copies." Mark replied. "I think I could get you fired for such a display, and who knows what mommy and daddy would do." I gave him an evil stare. "I suppose, you'll just have to play along with our little games this summer, or you may ruin things with your up-tight folks." "I won't have sex with you or anyone else. Besides, if I did it would be statutory rape and you'd get fifteen in the slammer." "Oh, I wasn't thinking of that. Besides I have a wonderful girlfriend and it would take you years to become as good as she is. I would just enjoy seeing you naked a bit more and like to see you squirm a bit. You're so rich, you're going to get everything you want in life, and guys with jobs like me need to feel we aren't always at the bottom of the heap." Mark explained. "Nobody's going to be here for the next hour, so why don't you give me your clothes while you finish cleaning up here." Well it was true, I never saw anyone here before almost nine. Five guys saw me naked and I survived, so it can't hurt if I go along with him. I dropped my cutoffs and peeled off my bikini bottom. Then I handed him my top. At least I knew I could get my other clothes now that I was using a combo-lock. I went back to work as Mark sat and watched me. I felt really naughty but it was kind of a thrill. From the way Mark's eyes were locked on me each time I turned around, I could really tell that I was an attractive woman, and that Mark would almost risk jail to screw me. This went hard against all that my parents had taught me. They didn't even know I owned a bikini, let alone two. I finally learned their conservative tastes and I would suggest things they would approve of. Now they pretty much would trust me to be their model Christian girl. My nipples were soon erect to the morning breezes and I made short work of cleaning the rest of the pool. Mark tossed me my clothes and went in to prepare for his day. All afternoon at the snack shop I couldn't help but think of how I felt earlier that morning. The next morning I wondered what it would be like to be nude without Mark making me. I left all of my things in the changing room and just strutted out in my birthday suit. I still felt naughty, but this time I felt even more free. I was finished my tasks and headed back to change about eight. I didn't want to push things too far. Just before I entered the girl's room, Mark came through the gate and into the hallway to see me in the buff. I giggled and he smiled and shook his head. "You've become a regular nudist Sandy." He managed. "Well, I wouldn't go that far, but it was fun to experiment a bit." I admitted. "I thought I was going to push you a bit today, but you really surprised me. Here, I want you to wear this today while you work the snack bar." He said handing me a bag. I reached in and pulled out a black thong bikini. "I didn't think you should keep such a lovely ass to yourself." "I.. I can't Mark. This will show me off to everyone. This is almost worse than being nude." I replied. "Nonsense. You see girls your age wear these here all of the time. Sure some guys will appreciate you a bit more, but nobody will think there is anything wrong with it." He countered. I tried it on right there in the hallway. God, it felt like someone had a hand in my crack. I put on the top that left my young B cups hanging out of the sides a bit. I felt so cheap and lewd. "This, this feels too awful. I can't work like this." "Give it a try. Remember you have to play along. If you are going too crazy when I come and check on you, I'll let you go change. Deal." Mark said. I nodded and went to setup the snack shop. Most people didn't come to the pool until ten or eleven, so I only had to get a few ladies some Coke. The snack bar had the Coke fountain between the two serving windows. Chips were clipped on wires on the far wall, and we had our frozen treats in three-foot tall open top freezers that lined the lower half of the far wall. Mark had all the treats in the wrong place. He claimed he had to inventory everything to make our weekly order that should come in later today. At about eleven thirty, two thirteen-year-old boys came to order. One asked for a Coke, and the other wanted a pop-sickle. I had my back to them as I bent over to reach around the freezer trying to find where they were. I heard one of them say, "Check out her ass." in a loud whisper. I found the stupid pop-sickle in the third bin and gave it to him. I just knew those two would be drooling over me the rest of the day. The rest of that afternoon was a nightmare. Every young boy in the place had to have visited the snack bar three times. Since we were low on frozen treats, I constantly was bent over looking through those stupid freezers. Often times, the boys would order something that we were out of I and had to make two or three trips until I got something they liked. Some of the boys I recognized from my high school. Two different fifteen-year-olds even tried to pick me up. I felt so used and angry. Mark never even came by to give me a chance to go change. The later shift came in and Don couldn't believe we did almost two-fifty in sales that afternoon. He said the record was about one-ninety. He looked me over then and said he was surprised I didn't get three-hundred. I finished up and went home. Mark didn't make me pull more stunts like that for a while, and I only did the morning cleaning nude two more times in the next ten days. During the next staff meeting, we were told that the pool was booked the following Friday, and that they needed all the party crew to be there. Chapter 3 The first party I worked was a retirement party for some lawyer. It was a formal affair, so the guys wore a suit like waiter's costume and I was given a black skirt that came about half-way to my knees and a white `shirt' that left my arms and back uncovered. The only thing to fasten on the shirt was a small button on the collar behind my neck. It was rather a boring party with some lousy speeches. I basically stood in the corner the whole time and kept pouring water and coffee whenever it got low. I started out really nervous about spilling but got more confident as the evening wore on. The guy was probably pretty popular, as he had about sixty guests. I got quite a few stares from the old geezers and felt rather under-dressed being bra-less with my legs and back for all to see. After the second toast, I went to fill the guest of honor's glass. I almost spilled it as another waiter bumped into my behind while passing by. I moved to fill the next glass when it suddenly got covered by a white napkin. I spilled some of the champagne on the napkin, when my breasts started to feel chilly. I looked down and screamed as I realized that it wasn't a napkin, it was my shirt. I was standing there in front of the main table totally topless. I quickly emptied my hands, cupped my breasts and ran into the changing room. Everyone laughed hysterically. I'm surprised the old guy didn't have a heart attack. I cleaned up, and Mark called me to come out and finish serving. I reluctantly did, but felt very embarrassed as everyone watched me closely the rest of the evening. I avoided any other accidents and the party thinned out. I was bussing dishes when Mark asked me to go into the office. He said the guest of honor wanted to make sure I was O.K. I was mostly over it by then, but I quickly followed Mark wanting to get finished up and go home as soon as possible. Once in the office, "That was some show you put on for me, Sandy." the old lawyer said. "Mark promised me a nice surprise when I agreed to book the pool, but I didn't expect it from someone as beautiful as you." "Uh Uh Thank you," I said, my insides fuming at Mark. Then Mark chimed in. "I told him you would be happy to take a Polaroid with him that he could remember the evening by. You need to take off your top and sit on his lap." He stared me down hard enough, that I couldn't refuse. I took off my top and the old man made room for me on his lap. FLASH. The old man grabbed my boobs. FLASH. I jumped off his lap and headed for my shirt. "Could we get one without the skirt?" the old man asked holding out a fifty dollar bill. "Sure thing." Mark replied taking the money. I reluctantly peeled off the skirt and sat on the dirty old man's lap in my little girl white panties. FLASH. I could now feel a lump on my seat. "How bout a couple without the panties." The man asked pulling his billfold out of his coat pocket. Mark nodded and I stood to remove my last bit of clothes. After resuming my perch, he fondled me a bit and Mark took four more pictures. I hopped off and said, "That is it, mister" and grabbed my shirt from the chair and started dressing. The old man grabbed my panties off of the floor and said he wanted to keep them. I put on my skirt and Mark gave me two fifties as my half of the take. "Bye." I said as I quickly scurried out of the room. Boy that made me feel dirty. Some creepy old man getting his jollies from me. And that accident. It was on purpose. Saturday morning, Mark caught me at eight. I was fully clothed in a black one-piece. Mark said that last night was just to remind me who was boss, and that little miss rich girl should be thankful that he had been going easy. I laughed and said if he thought that was easy, than he was a lunatic. Then he shocked me: "OK then, here are the new rules. Any time you're here when the public isn't you're either to be nude or wear the black thong outfit. Second, you will get rid of all tan lines. Any of us who saw you that Monday can do a tan-line check at any time. If you show any tan lines, you'll have to do Monday maintenance in the buff, to help you even out. Strip for your first check right now." Oh no, I've pissed him off. I pulled off my suit. It was now eight-ten and the latest I've ever been nude. I had at least twenty minutes of work to do. He took my suit and told me to turn around slowly. He then made me touch my toes and told me I failed. This Monday I was to work nude. He walked away with my suit and I rushed to finish all of my work. I finished at 8:36 and was met by Paul on my way back in. I didn't slow down or make eye contact, I just headed for the changing room. He slapped my ass on the way by and then followed me in. "Get out." I said. "Why should I? You've definitely gone nudist." He backed me into a corner and grabbed my hands as I pushed him away. He held them over my head and moved to kiss me. I turned my head away, and he used his strong hands to put my arms together so he could hold them with only his left hand. He pinched by boob and his had then grabbed my ass. He started to reach for my pussy, when I mustered all the strength I had and kneed him in the balls. He rolled on the floor, and I went to change. It was still before nine, so I decided not to test Mark and put on the thong. I worked the refreshment stand like that until about ten and changed into my street clothes for the rest of the day. Sunday I wore the thong for the morning clean and had the rest of the day off. Chapter 4 I arrived to work Monday with a feeling of Dread. I had to work most of the day totally nude. I didn't know what to expect. There would be five or six guys that saw me briefly during their rookie prank, but this would be another matter. All Mark would allow me to say is I wanted to work on my tan lines. I was first as usual at seven, and quickly stripped and started my routine cleaning. It was rather quiet because nobody showed up before nine. All of the quite just added to the dread I felt of facing the guys. "Holy shit!" shouted David. I rarely saw David and he was the first to arrive at nine-O-one. "Wow, Sandy, you're totally nude." "No shit," I said playing it cool. "I wanted to work on my tan lines when the public wasn't around." "Well I'm not complaining. But to be honest, you aren't going to get much sun until at least ten." David ventured. After letting him look me up and down for a couple of minutes, I mentioned something about getting to work and started scrubbing the deck chairs. Everybody had to arrive by ten for the run down with Mark, so most people showed up just before then. I could see them gather under the shelter and I didn't think they could see me that well at the far end of the pool. I could tell from the wall clock that it was ten, so I walked toward the shelter, trying to keep it all together. I could see David pointing my way and everyone watched silently as I approached. "Sandy asked me Saturday if anyone would mind her working on her tan on Mondays," Mark volunteered. "She also asked if she we as a staff could help her tell when her tan lines aren't noticeable anymore." Since everyone was still in shock, Mark just continued handing out assignments. He made me polish all of the stainless steel. That meant, I'd have to spend most of the day on the diving boards and ladders. I knew Mark gave me that job to rub it in so to speak. Even with our high fences, Several nearby houses and half of the parking lot could see me when I was up on the diving board. I figured I would start there to get it over with. I hated that polishing because it took so long. I built up a sweat in no time and worked as quickly as I could. I heard someone yell, "Look at her." Just as I was finishing. Damn, it was two guys I knew. I scrambled down. It had taken me about an hour to get the high dive done when David came over. "Sandy, I hate to tell you this, but I think you're getting a sunburn. You had better put on your suit before you get fried. I told Mark and he didn't think you would want to for some reason, so I brought over some sun block." "Mark was right David. I really appreciate your thoughtfulness." I replied. David continued, "I guess you're pretty serious about getting an even tan. I know it is really hard to keep things even when using sun block. If you want, I'm willing to help you put it on so you don't get any weird lines." He stated it in a way that sounded like he was making a big sacrifice to help. I though since I went this far, why not? "O.K." I closed my eyes, spread my legs, and held up my hands. David started with my breasts. He properly spread the lotion over his hands first then worked on my breasts. It felt much nicer than the few rude grabs people have made earlier in the summer. My nipples stiffened as he finished and he moved next to my ass. That also felt nice until he slid some fingers down my crack. He proceeded to do my front and had no difficulty rubbing the lotion into my neat shortly trimmed bush. He stopped just at my clit. I opened my eyes and thanked him for his help. When I turned to start on the low dive, I spotted Mark with his camera and this time a video camera too. I went to work on the low dive. And then did the individual ladders. As I went to lunch, I realized that Fred was walking around naked too. I guess he took Mark's comments this morning to be an invitation for anyone to work nude. He sad down on one of the picnic tables with his back leaning on the table. I had never seen a penis before, and there is Fred, five feet away. "Sandy," Fred said. "It isn't polite to stare that much." I blushed and nodded sure and tried to go back to my sandwich. By the time we got to knock off at two, I had almost become comfortable being naked in front of the guys. In the mirror I could tell that my ass and tits were a little red, but figured it wouldn't hurt much and I'd be tan all over before I knew it. The rest of that week, I came in on my off days and wore the thong to get about an hour's worth of sun. The tan lines were definitely beginning to fade. Only Paul and Mark asked to give their opinion and I failed again. The next Monday, I was fairly comfortable working nude, and Fred continued to work nude also. It was later that morning I realized, "He had no tan lines!" During our lunch brake, I asked him if he went to a tanning spa or something and nodded to his lower section. He explained that He worked at a nude resort in Florida and move back here hoping to find a better job closer to family. I had a hard time believing that he could just go nude in front of total strangers all day long. He made it sound kind of boring. He did compliment me by saying it would have been a lot HARDER for him if girls like me hung around the resort all day. I got the joke and blushed profusely. Just as we were leaving the shelter after lunch, we quite literally bumped into the manager. I had only seen him few times this summer. The only thing I ever saw him do here was to come in the evening and look over the books in the office. "What the hell?" He gasped. "Where are your clothes?" "Well, uh Mark said we could go nude when the public wasn't around. Uh, we, uh wanted to get rid of our tan lines." I stammered. He took a step back and looked me over. "Well, I don't see any tan lines. I guess you've been up to this for quite a while. Go get dressed, our board of directors is going to be here in a few minutes for their annual inspection." I did what he said and went to the changing room. Since I didn't expect to wear anything today, I only had the thong in my bag. I put that on and rushed to finish our weekly cleaning. About twenty minutes later, all of us were called over to the shelter to meet the directors. We were introduced to the directors which were made up of three men in their forties, a lady in her sixties and a younger woman in her late thirties. Mark then said, "The club has been having some difficulties, so the board came over looking for ideas for us to save money. The budget fell apart for this year when they had to replace all the roofs which had rotten out. Membership fees for the year had been set before that was discovered, and membership hasn't grown in the last six years. The only thing they have come up with so far is to reduce staff and ask for volunteer lifeguards. I hope we can brainstorm some better ideas?" There was a little murmuring at the news. A few ideas were put forth like booking more parties, selling club T-shirts, and going door-to-door to add new members. The pool manager, explained that these would help, but that we were looking at a twenty thousand dollar shortfall. Everyone agreed that these ideas couldn't make that much of a dent. Then Fred spoke up, "I think I have a solution. Since the membership agreement allows for us to close the pool all day Monday and Friday's after six, we could open the pool during those periods for clothing optional people." That suggestion drew some gasps from the board. The manager then mentioned how he found Fred and I when he first arrived. All of them seemed against the idea until Mark spoke up. "If we could add only sixty members, then we could make up the money we need. I propose that if Fred and others can get at least thirty new people to join in advance, we should go for it. Who knows, if this works out, we may be able to even give our people raises to match the going rates at other pools. How is that for a compromise?" We all sat in either dread or anticipation as the board members discussed the details. They determined that they didn't want to advertise or offend current members. They determined to start a new club that would rent the pool during those times and charge a $200 joining fee. They said if we sold a hundred club memberships, they would match the pay at our competitors. Steve, one of our lifeguards, then said, "You guys might go for this kind of stuff, but I'm not going to get naked here no matter how much you pay me." Another couple readily agreed. Then Mark said, "O.K. We're going to have a vote. Whoever is willing to work clothing optional times drop your trunks and stand over here." Everyone looked at him rather strangely. "Look, if we can't strip now, we're not going to be able to run this place in the buff. I'm being serious." With that Mark dropped his trunks, and Fred soon stood beside him sans clothing. Before I knew it I was standing next to them. Paul and David joined us and soon we had a slim majority. "Then it's settled." Stated Mark. Then the manager said he'd draw up the new club agreement and get membership cards made. Fred offered to pass the word around to people he knew. While they were all finishing the details, I just kept looking back and forth between Mark and David's penis. I think I now felt more embarrassed seeing the guys naked than being naked myself. When I finally looked up, I realized that most of the board kept eyeing me while they worked out the remaining details. We went and finished our work as we were. Chapter 5 By Thursday, we had sold nearly forty of the new memberships. Fred seemed to have many connections. Friday afternoon, everybody seemed very nervous about that evening. We cleared out the pool at six and planned to re-open for our new members at six thirty. Mark decided that he would be bouncer, so he kept his clothes on while the other five of us had to strip. I almost never worked evenings, and as soon as we took off our clothes, the mosquitoes began their attack. After about ten minutes of the five of us slapping them all over our bodies, David went in for the bug spray. We all stood in line as he sprayed us up and down. SMACK. "Ow." I said. Somebody gave my fanny a slap and I turned to see Paul who said, "I got a big one." Yeah right. Since Mark added a keg and some wine to the snack shop for tonight, I had to act as a waitress, since only people over 18 could pour beer. The first to arrive were two couples that must have been in their late forties. The men had definite beer bellies, but the women didn't look that bad except for some extra flab on their butts. They settled at one of the poolside tables and I went up to see if they wanted something to drink. "Why Stan, you just got to get a look at this girl. Turn around honey." The shorter lady said. I felt rather offended that they expected a show, so I just repeated my offer to get them some drinks. They ordered four beers, so I walked away to fill their order. "You're right Brend, I'd go to jail for a piece of that ass." I heard one of the men saying. I always thought that nudists weren't supposed to notice people like that. Maybe these people were new. After brining their beers, I had to walk back for change, since I wasn't to wear the money apron since I would cover me up too much. I guess they got a full look at me after all. After I finished giving them their change, I looked around to see that about fifteen other people arrived. Most were pairs of couples like the ones I served, but I froze when I saw my neighbor's son Billy with two other boys from my class. Billy spotted me and walked straight for me. "Heya Sandy, looking good." He called as I approached. Billy acted really cool, but his two friends looked rather uncomfortable and their penises looked funny to me. They were sticking out farther from their bodies than penises I saw before. Billy continued, "You remember Mick and Stevie? Right Sandy." I nodded. "This is really cool, don' t you think. I even heard that you had a big part in starting the whole thing." I said something about not believing all you hear. Mick tried to stand behind Billy to hide himself and Stevie went to stand near my side to get out of my line of sight as well. Billy continued, "I can remember playing in your basement when you we were ten when we almost got you to pull down your panties. I've waited a long time, but I'm sure you look much better now." I said, I needed to get back to work and started to back away. "OOH!" Steve was standing behind me and I backed into his penis. It poked me almost in my ass. I scurried away while the guys were laughing. I continued my job as waitress. The three boys all stayed in the pool and watched my every move. I suppose I'm what most teenage boys would fantasize about, and I'm sure I'd be in their heads for a long time to come. At one table, there was only one lady. The three she was with had all gone for a dip. She asked me If I'd go home with her and her husband. She said, that they could both teach me a lot about sex and would make it worth my while. I said, "No way." And I avoided them for the rest of the night. Mark had David put a disco ball and strobe lights under the shelter and at about eight, they started playing dance music. Two tables of couples soon went over and began to dance. After I was finished another round at tables, I went over to rest at the bar where David was serving. I was planning to take a break, when Billy tapped me on the shoulder. "Wanna dance," He offered. I tried to blow him off gently, "I would but I can't I'm working." I replied. David overheard and said, "Sandy, you're overdue for a break. You have at least fifteen minutes coming to you. Have some fun." Billy then grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance area. I wasn't a very good dancer, I admit. The older folks were doing quite a job. I moved my head and hips back and forth and snapped my fingers to the beat. Billy kept drawing nearer, but every time he did, I would move back. My clumsiness made me back into several of the men, and when I turned to apologize to one, I ran my boob right into a lady's hand. I felt liked I was being attacked, but it was all my fault. The third song was the first slow one. Billy moved up and pulled me close to him before I knew it. He had his hands at the top of my butt and had pulled me close enough, my tits were brushing his chest and I could feel his dick with my pussy hair. I was extremely uncomfortable, but I didn't want to make a scene with everyone dancing so close around us. Toward the end of the song, he slid his hands down and pulled my ass cheeks apart then tried to kiss me. I pushed away and said I had to get back to work now. As I glanced back, I could see his penis was now sticking out funny too. Most people left around nine-fifteen. Billy and his friends stayed in the pool almost until closing time at ten. Mark came in with his shorts still on just a little before closing. He said everyone thought it was a great time and would tell their friends about our new club. I asked him why he let the three teenage boys in, and he said that there were no age restrictions ever discussed. Billy and Steve were standing by my car when I left. I knew Mark and David would be out soon, so I didn't worry or anything. As I approached, Billy was leaning against my door and asked, "Sandy, do your parents know what you are doing here?" I didn't respond. "If I remember right, they were the ones that led that drive to get Playboy banned from the 7-11s around town. I'm sure they would have a cow if they saw their only daughter parading nude in front of fifty people. I'm going to have a lot of fun telling them." I saw where this was going. "Maybe you would give us some reason that I shouldn't." "OK, what do you want, you weasel?" I replied. "Well, what are you offering?" He toyed with me. I just put my hands on my hips and stared. "Well, I suppose I could think of something." He said. "First, why don't you get back into `uniform' and drive us to Steve's house." He commanded with a scheming look on his face. I didn't know what to think. Before, I was always behind the protective walls of the club. He wanted me to strip out in the parking lot. Mark or David could come out any minute and see me. I figured it would be less risky facing my parents than going along with him, so I said forget it. As Billy remained blocking my door, Steve held up a small camera. "I think your dad will especially like the pictures of you slow dancing with Billy." With the strobe lights going, he could have even used the flash without people noticing. I remembered the time Billy spread my ass cheeks. I couldn't let my dad see me like that. He would freak, not to mention I had been very shy about my body, and I don't think my dad has seen me nude since I was four. "Guys, I get your point. I'll go along with you to a point, but when I say that's enough, you will promise to give me your film and never to tell my folks." I bargained. Billy replied, "I think we'll say when you've had enough, but I promise that I won't let things get out of hand." I knew Billy most of my life. I even went to a dance my freshmen year with him. I did think he was cute and didn't think he would take things too far, so I agreed. He grabbed my bag and I kicked off my sandals. I quickly looked around, then unsnapped my skirt. I then took off my shirt. Then, standing in a parking lot wearing only underwear became more scary to me than being nude just a little while earlier. I figured inside I was safe, but out here I could get arrested. Billy said, "Take your time, Sandy." And I realized that the longer it took, the more likely David or Mark would come out and see me like this. I unbuttoned my bra from the front and handed it to Billy. I then peeled off my panties, which Billy then tossed to Steve. It took a minute for Billy to fish the keys out of my bag and I crouched behind my car a bit to keep from being seen. Billy took the driver's seat and motioned me to get in on the other side. When I got to the other side, Steve had already climbed in and had the door locked. Billy started my car and drove about fifteen feet that scared me to death. I caught up and he drove another fifteen feet. After the third time he unlocked the door, and I climbed into the front passenger seat. Steve took my T-shirt and used it to blindfold me. It took him three attempts to get it so that would stay tight. Billy instructed me to leave it on. About five minutes later, I guess we arrived at Steve's. After all, that is where Billy said I would have to take him. Billy climbed out leaving me in the car with Steve. Steve said he's making sure his folks haven't come back. While sitting there, Steve reached from behind the seat and grabbed my breasts. I figured I would choose my battles and didn't object. Steve then said Billy was waving us in and for me to get out. I asked if the way was clear and Steve assured me that it was. I climbed out and got scared again. I thought for a moment that I could be anywhere, even in the middle of a busy place, but no it sounded really quiet like a neighborhood. Steve put a hand on each shoulder and marched me forward. He called out step a couple of times and I heard a storm door open and Billy guided me inside. Once inside I began to relax a little. I had never been to Steve's but seemed to remember that he lived only a couple of streets away. After taking me a little ways into a room, Billy told me to stand still. I heard Steve sit down on the floor and lean against a wall. Billy then asked me to put my hands on my head, then touch my toes, and instructed me to do several other poses. He then said, "I want you to play with you nipples and tell us how much you loved my dick against your pussy." Well, he definitely turned it up a notch. This was almost too much, but I pinched my nipples to make them hard and said how aroused I got when I felt his dick near my pussy. I then heard a girl's giggle right in front of me. Shocked I reached up and tore off my blindfold. I saw that it was Tina Johnston who giggled. I was in a large living room with four girls that were a class ahead of me and eight guys of various ages. I ran out of the room and quickly found and locked myself into a bathroom. The house erupted in laughter. I was so humiliated. I wanted to die. I could never go back to school. My life was ruined. I wrapped myself in a towel and just curled up in the tub sobbing. I ignored all the banging on the door and whatever people were saying to me. A long while later, the door came open and Tom Silver came in. I had a huge crush on him before school let out, but I didn't think he knew I existed. Now he had witnessed my humiliation and who knows what sick stuff they would want me to do next. Tom said, "We're really sorry Sandy. Billy's friend Mick didn't tell us what their surprise was, and I didn't know it was you until you peeled the T-shirt off of your face. I had my buddies from the wrestling team grab them, and I want you to come out and watch us get them back for you." I said something about wanting to die, but he just put his arm around me and held me for a while as I calmed down. Tom told me that my clothes were here and that he would leave while I put them on. It felt so good in his arms that I told him not to leave. He kept his arm around me as I stood up and I climbed out of the tub. I then put my arms around Tom again and squeezed really tight. The towel I had on fell down, but I didn't care. He patted my back gently and I finally found some peace. He grabbed my panties and kneeled to help me put them on. I just kept still, so he grabbed my bra and after a minute or so figured how to put it on me. He seemed confused because it was a front snap bra. He then put on my skirt and then put my T-shirt over my head and then put my arms through. He then gave me another reassuring hug and told me that everything would be O.K. When he led me into the living room, I could hardly believe the sight. I got choked up between laughing and crying. Tom and his friends had stripped Billy and his buddies and had their hands bound with duct tape and their mouths covered as well. The one girl I didn't know in the room was squeezing Steve's dick and I saw that all three of their penises were much larger than I saw earlier. I had no idea that they got that large. Whenever I imagined having sex, I thought it would be more the size of a hairbrush handle. I could hardly believe something like that would fit inside me. I then watched as they posed each guy like they were screwing each and took some Polaroids. They then held each guy down as the girls shaved off all of their pubic hair. Tom warned these guys if they ever messed with me again, that worse would happen to them and that everyone in school would see their homo pictures. They then let the three get dressed and let them leave in Mick's car. Tom said he though there was nothing wrong with being nude at the swim club and that I had nothing to be ashamed about. I told him how happy I was he saved me and told him I was dying for him to notice me all spring. Tom said he had liked me since he transferred to our school, and though I was so beautiful that he would never have a chance with me. I clung to him for another hour or so. I started to feel really good again. It was getting late and Tom offered to drive me home. I wanted to say yes but didn't want to explain to my parents about the car. Besides, it was only a few blocks away. Tom said all right, but asked me to go to the movies with him tomorrow night. I enthusiastically agreed and gave him a long kiss good night. It turns out the house I was taken to was Tom's, whose folks were out of town for a week. After the movie, I went back with him and we made love. It was obvious to him that I was inexperienced. Tom's penis was even larger than the other guys' and he promised me it would only hurt for a moment. He was very tender and caring. After he was only part way in, I felt an extremely sharp pain as he tore my hymen. My mom had told me how terrible sex was and how I must really love a man to go through with it all the time. When I was with Tom I was all nerves. I didn't really know how I should feel, so I didn't enjoy it all that much. Chapter 6 The next Monday, our new club had about seventy people visit throughout the day. Unfortunately, I still had to do most of the weekly cleaning, I just had to do it with dozens of people watching me. It was a lot more work for me because the lifeguards had to do their job. Half the day I spent bent over doing some task or another. We still had some rude people and I had to slap one or two hands off my ass and breasts. It did look like the nude Mondays and Friday nights would help us make up the slack in our budget, so the rest of the staff seemed really happy. By now there was no trace of tan lines on me anywhere. At about two thirty I was almost done when I heard a commotion near the entrance. I looked up to see an older man who was wearing office clothes and a tie. He seemed to look my direction and headed very quickly toward me. "Oh my God. Dad." His eyes were wide open and I could see his veins in his neck and forehead. His face was bright red with anger. I had never seen him this mad and was afraid he might hit me. I cringed not knowing what to expect. He just grabbed my arm and pulled me after him. Mark tried to stop him at the entrance, but dad just pushed him out of the way. He pulled me into the parking lot, stark naked and headed for his Volvo, which was several rows away. My feet burned on the hot pavement. There were several people in the park next to us that saw me. One couple was standing at a car we passed that couldn't believe their eyes. Dad opened up the passenger door and threw me inside. He then went around and climbed in his side and began his tirade into me. He screamed at me, called me a Jezebel, a whore. He told me that I had been taught better and had no excuse. He must have screamed at me for fifteen minutes straight. He then told me to keep my mouth shut and pulled out of the parking lot. He parked in our driveway and came around to pull me out. As he pulled me around the back of the car, I could see our neighbor, Mrs. Jones look up as she was watering her flowers. Dad opened the door to the house and ushered me in. He began to lecture me some more as I stood in our living room. I felt so ashamed. I stood covering my pussy and boobs. My father had never seen me naked and I so much wanted to run to my room. As he lectured I could see his eyes take in my nude body as he circled me. He then told me not to move and await a spanking that I would never ever forget. Now my parents believed in corporal punishment, but I haven't been spanked since first grade. The longer I stood there waiting, the more I dreaded what was about to happen. He came back with a thick belt in his hand. He told me to lean over the armrest of our love seat. He proceeded to spank me. Soon I was racked in tears and my poor behind was throbbing. After what must have been about thirty or forty whacks, he sat down in his lazy boy until I grew tired of crying. He then lashed out at me again verbally. He spoke in a calmer tone and stressed how betrayed he felt and how mom and I trusted him. He couldn't believe my behavior. He then listed off several questions. Have I done drugs? Have I had alcohol? Have I shoplifted? I readily denied all of them. When he asked me if I was a virgin, I hesitated. I had never lied to my parents, but I couldn't let my dad know I lost my virginity a few days earlier. After the hesitation, I told him of course I was still a virgin. He saw right through the lie and looked extremely disappointed. I was still lying over the padded armrest and he approached me. What was he doing. "Oh my god!" I felt fingers enter my pussy and he felt deep inside. I screamed. He stepped back and said. "And now you've added lying to your sins. You are no virgin. How many guys have you slept with?" He demanded. I held up one finger and resumed my sobbing. Not only has my dad lost all faith in me. He saw me naked and had his hand in my pussy. I so wanted to die. The thought was so detestable to me. Dad went outside for a moment and came back with his medical bag. Both he and my mom were doctors. "Sandy, as the daughter of a doctor, you should have known that having sex at your age is very risky. I can't have you ruin my reputation with all the doctors in town. I would never hear the end of it that the anti-porn doctor's daughter is sexually active. You need to be checked out and I'm going to have to do it so that word doesn't get out." I was terrified. I had only had one pelvic exam in my life about a year ago. I really liked my woman doctor, but still felt like I had been raped. Now my dad wanted to examine me. I pleaded with him no, but he said that it had to be done. I knew he was right. Tom had taken my cherry without a condom, though I knew it was the wrong time of the month for me to get pregnant. Tom had moved from somewhere in California and I knew nothing about his sexual history. He asked me to lie down on the kitchen table. He then took my feet and placed them flat against the table near my but which exposed my pussy completely. He put on some gloves and lubricated them and then began to examine the out side of my pussy. He said he didn't see anything on the surface after stretching out all of the individual folds. With a small flashlight in his mouth he then stretched my lips open wide and looked inside. His fingers were much larger than my doctor's had been. I was extremely uncomfortable as he poked around a bit. Some of my pussy muscled reacted and twitched. I felt like vomiting because what he was doing partially felt good. He then unwrapped a long wooden swab that he inserted and scraped around the deep inside me. He placed the swab into a plastic wrapper. He then drew some blood and gave me a beaker to fill with urine. After I filled it, he told me to go get cleaned up. That I was grounded and was not to leave the house, watch TV, talk on the phone, or answer the door. I was to stay in my room until he let me out. He said he'd just be able to slip this into the last batch of lab work for today if he hurried. Several hours later, he came back. I had put on my pajamas that made me feel like a little girl after how I had been naked so much. He called me out and had me sit down. "Sandra, it breaks my hear that you had sex before marriage. It hurts me even more to tell you that you've contracted a new STD." Oh no! It wasn't fair. I only had sex once. I was no slut. I didn't deserve this. He continued, "There is nothing we can do for you here, and I don't want the doctors in this community to know anyway for obvious reasons. The university two hours away has one of the nation's top labs on sex and STD's, so I'm going to take you there. Hopefully they know of a treatment. From what I read about this new one it is particularly nasty, especially without prompt treatment. You are very fortunate I found out, because in another month or two, you'd probably be sterile." I started to cry again. How could I have been so stupid. Since it was only about four thirty, he called the university and said we could go right away. I put on some jeans and a T-shirt. Neither of us spoke in the car during the entire two-hour drive. We went into the lobby and my dad asked to page a Dr. McNeil. Ten minutes later the doctor met us and asked if I was the patient with the new STD? The lobby had several people that overheard. An old lady scowled at me and shook her head. My father said yes and we were taken down a quiet hallway and into his office. My father explained that he wanted the best care for me. Dr. McNeil said that there was an experimental treatment that had worked in twelve trial patients in California, but that the FDA wouldn't allow it to be used until a three-month review was completed. By then I would probably be sterile. My dad must have loved me because he broke out in tears and pleaded for the doctor to help his only daughter. Dr. McNeil said that he would be breaking the law and would have to lie to his friend in California to even get the new drug treatment. He also started to explain that he had several projects that were about to fail and that his funding would run out if he didn't get subjects willing to help him complete them. He proposed that he would put his career on the line for me if I agreed to stay here for a few days to be a subject for those projects. We were obviously desperate, so my father and I agreed and readily signed over a dozen forms and releases. It was about nine o'clock when my dad left. He promised to pick me up Thursday night three full days from now. Dr. McNeil took me a long way to another wing of the hospital. He gave me a room in the educational and research area. He told me to put on the hospital gown and get a good nights sleep that tomorrow he would have a busy day for us. I didn't sleep very well at all. The hall I was on seemed deserted. Chapter 7 The next morning, Dr. McNeil asked me to get dressed and led me to a room that looked like a television studio. There was a stool against a backdrop and several cameras. Dr. McNeil said he wanted me to record a public service message that might be put into one of his teaching videos. I read through the cue cards and quickly refused. Dr. McNeil explained that he needed me to cooperate or he wouldn't break the law to help me. I had to read the message about fifteen times until they got the take I wanted. It went something like this: "Hey guys, I know that there is a lot of pressure to have sex, but you should know the risks you are taking if you do. Besides emotional issues and pregnancy, STD's are much more common. You don't have to sleep around a lot to get them. I only slept with one guy, and now I'll have to live with and STD the rest of my life. He was a clean-cut guy, the kind of guy you figured was safe. No one is really safe. So please, don't make the mistake I did. Wait to have sex. You'll be happy you did." "Next," Dr. McNeil said, "We are going to video you going to the doctor and getting your STD checkup." We went outside and took some shots of me riding in a car. Then they shot me talking with the admission clerk and giving my sexual history. They asked if I had used drugs, been a prostitute, or engaged in high-risk sex. I admitted to having sex without a condom. They asked me how many partners I had had and if I engaged in anal sex and a variety of other gross things. They then followed me into the exam room and went behind the curtain with me as I put on the paper-thin examination gown. I left on my socks and sat on the table. Dr. McNeil played the doctor and proceeded to do a full examination. After doing the normal temperature, blood pressure, breathing and head checks, he pulled down my gown and had me lie back for a breast exam. He talked the whole time explaining what he was doing and how important regular checkups were. He pulled the gown completely off of me and had me scoot my bottom to the end of the table as he pulled out the stirrups. After placing my feet in the stirrups, he spread them out as far as they would go so the camera would be able to get an unobstructed view. He pulled on my lips to show where he looked for various signs of STDs that girls should look out for. With all of the handling, I could feel my lips beginning to swell. He used a plastic device to spread open my pussy and then looked in with his hand held magnifier/light. I then sat exposed for about fifteen minutes as they moved the camera about three inches from my vagina and worked to get the light and magnification right. After taking some swabs like my dad had done, he then explained that this was all that normally went on in an examination. He continued to say that people engaging in anal sex had other things to look for. He had me get off of the table and then stand on a little footstool and lean over the table on my belly. He then explained how anal sex usually created more bleeding and exchange of fluids. He then smeared some lubricant into my anus and told me to relax as he worked his two index fingers into my small hole. He spread them open and proceeded to explain what he was looking for as he probed around. It took some time as they attached a periscope like device to the cameras so they can get an up-close shot with the doctor sitting in his position with his fingers up my ass. I was then given a tissue to clean up with and allowed to dress. The doctor then gave me a lecture about the risks of my sexual behavior and laid on the guilt very thick. After a short break we filmed a "follow up visit" where back in my street clothes, he told me I had an STD. They wanted me to cry, but at this point I was beyond emotion. It was nearly five o'clock when we were finished. When it was all done, Dr. McNeil said that he had good news and that my medicine would get here late tomorrow. I thanked him for sticking his neck out and said I hoped his medical students learned a lot from the video we made. Dr. McNeil looked surprised and said that the video wasn't for his medical students. It was for a four-state program to high school and junior high students. He explained it was part of a "Scared Straight" type program that was to be shown in all health and gym classes from grades seven through tenth. All of the blood drained from my face as I froze in shock. He then said the commercial I shot first thing this morning would run during popular teen TV shows about when school started. God! Now thousands of people will see me naked and put through a humiliating exam. Worse yet, everyone will know I have an STD and I'll never get another date the rest of my life. The doctor tried to comfort me and explained how much good it would do and keep other girls and boys from facing what I was. It didn't help. I sank into a depression not really caring what happened next. The next day I was taken back to the room that looked like a studio. Now there were several strange machines and a twin bed. Dr. McNeil introduced me to the film team and explained that he was planning to capture on film some of his research on arousal and orgasms. He had me strip and lie down on the twin bed. Above it was mounted an infrared camera. I could see myself in different colors on a large monitor to the side. After a minute or two of "before" shots, I was instructed to masturbate and get myself worked up. They said it would be better if I did it myself, but several of his graduate assistants would help me if I needed it. I didn't think it could get worse but it just did. I took their advice and closed my eyes and recalled my encounter with Tim. I played with my tits and stroked my clit and my breathing began to get a little deeper. To my shock I was getting into it and was getting really excited. After I was going pretty hard, my mind jumped to my father checking my pussy on the sofa. The image of him pounding into me became very strong and I got going even harder. I could feel my nipples become hyper sensitive and felt I reached a peak. I stopped and lay still, still not believing what I just imagined. I had a light cover of sweat and Dr. McNeil came over and congratulated me. Oh yeah, I just got off in a room of twelve people and several cameras. Oh great. Next he said that he was going to use some devices to stimulate a massive orgasm. I thought that's what I just did, but he assured me that my body only reacted slightly to my fingering. He said that my pubic hair would prevent the proper placement of the electrodes and a young woman used some electric clippers to remove my well-trimmed pussy hair. She then applied shaving cream and shaved me. After that was done, she massaged in some baby oil that sent a few jolts through my system. The doctor rolled me over and inserted a slender metallic tube into my anus. It was slightly larger than a pencil and he inserted it all the way so that only two wires were hanging out. I resumed my position on my back. Next about six small electrodes were positioned around my pussy and just above it. Also a small clamp was clipped to my clitoris. Another assistant then went about the task of hooking all of the wires back up to some box. I was asked to start masturbating again and I obeyed. I couldn't get the picture of my dad out of my mind. This time, I noticed that I felt some deep sensations and that my body was reacting more violently. My hips were now grinding back into my fingers as I frigged myself. Waves of sensations started pouring through my body. My head and shoulders started thrashing back and forth. The bed was squeaking and shaking. Suddenly several big twitches overtook my body and I thrust my pussy in the air. A flood of emotion swept through me for several moments and then I collapsed spent. My body was coated with sweat and my butt started to get cold as it laid in almost of puddle of juice. I heard everyone congratulating each other and especially Dr. McNeil. It seems he just proved that he had located the specific nerves that controlled orgasms. Somebody threw a blanket over me and I fell asleep. I was awakened around lunchtime and given some food from McDonalds. I was still naked with the wires coming out of me. I stood as somebody changed the cover on the bed. The infrared camera was gone and something else was rolled over next to the bed. After eating, they had me lay back down. They explained that they wanted to document what happened inside the vagina when an orgasm occurred. They inserted the half-inch snake like camera into my pussy and had me start up again. I guess my body had been primed for action now as the machine brought me quickly to another climax. I went through it three more times as they experimented with different camera angles. The last time, they tried inserting their backup camera up my butt. It was difficult for them to maneuver around their ground pole and either the discomfort or interference prevented me from having an orgasm the last time. It was getting late and I figured we were about done when about half the crew left. Dr. McNeil then dropped the bombshell. He explained that the crew thought they could get shots of how an orgasm affects the sperm. He said the pictures that we had were so groundbreaking that he couldn't pass up the chance to get some shots of a penis in there ejaculating. I told him I never agreed to sex with someone and besides, I would give them the STD. He explained that I wasn't contagious for another couple of weeks, and that he would take the chance. I got stuck on his last words, "He would take the chance." As I ripped off a couple of the electrodes and sat up, several of the remaining crew grabbed a hold of me and held me down. They bound my hands as the doctor replaced the electrodes. They turned on the equipment and guy on either side held my legs wide. Dr. McNeil removed his pants and struggled to squeeze his dick into my pussy with the camera already in place. His dick was hard as a rock and I heard him say something about viagra. Now here I was with some fifty-year-old doctor with his dick inside me with some camera and six guys watching. He licked my sensitive nipples and began to stroke in and out. He screamed as one of the assistants turned up the orgasm machine. They experimented for a while using only a couple of channels until the doc didn't feel the shock in his penis anymore. I could feel my body responding and with this fifty-year-old man on top of my, the images of my father returned. I began to buck back and the guys were saying that she started. At their cries, I looked over to see the monitor of his dick moving in and out of me and I saw him come even before I felt it. They moved the camera around and showed the entrance of my uterus contracting down and lapping up the sperm. The doctor continued to bang me for several minutes then withdrew. One of the camera crew thought it would look better from the other side of the dick. They untied me and placed me on all fours. The doctor said he couldn't go again for a while, but one of the younger assistants said he would volunteer. The camera was inserted and they turned up the machine. By then I had probably more orgasms that most women experienced in their lifetime. The young man mounted me and I watched the monitor as my body began to repeat its last performance. I orgasmed in no time and the guy came on cue. I was exhausted, humiliated, and used. Someone wrapped me in a fresh blanket and took me back to my room. At least tomorrow I would be out of this place. The next day Dr. McNeil came in and gave me the treatments he had promised. He said that I should be tested again in a couple weeks to see if the treatment took. If so, I would have not lasting affects and I would not transmit it to anyone else. I watched TV the rest of the morning. After lunch Dr. McNeil came in with some medical students and submitted me to some more examinations and allowed each of them to practice their technique. By now I had no resistance left in me so I just laid back and let it happen. They had me get cleaned up and dressed then had me wait in the lobby for my dad. When I saw him and ran and gave him a big hug. He chatted briefly with Dr. McNeil and was happy with the prognosis. I was still in a depression and spoke nothing of what I was put through. I slept very well that Thursday night in my own bed. I was surprised when my dad woke me up at six. He said I had work and that he apologized to Mark for his rudeness on Monday. I couldn't believe he would let me go back. My dad said that it would be a greater sin for me to skip out on my commitment, especially when the pool was so understaffed. I would have to live with my choices and he hoped I would make better ones in the future. I didn't know how I would get in, since my keys were in my locker when I left. The door was open and I found Mark busy doing my morning chores. I felt like turning around and running away, but nothing really mattered anymore. Mark seemed concerned about me and asked how I was. I lied and said I was fine and was here to fulfill my obligation as my father requested. Mark said he was relieved I came back and asked if I was also to work tonight and Monday. I said yes. I made it through the day, and was happy that nobody gave me a hard time. At six they cleared out the pool to make room for the nude members. Mark told everyone it was time to change. I went to my locker and stripped off my clothes. Then I realized, my pussy was shaved! I didn't think I had a modest bone left in my body, but I again felt the fear of being exposed and I didn't want to leave the changing room. Mark called out for me and came in to see if I was all right when I didn't respond. I saw his eyes widen when he saw I was bare. As far as I could tell, none of our guests had been clean shaving to this point and I would be the only one totally exposed. I guess my sanity came from my ability to lie to myself and I just made a mental image of me being in a swimsuit and walked past Mark and got back to work. I ignored any small talk and just kept to my job. Yeah, I really did here the comments but just didn't let them get to me. I was still in my funk Saturday and went home after the morning cleaning and slept all afternoon. Sunday was the same, but I had to be back by nine to go to church with my parents. My mom had set out a dress for me to wear. We normally sat toward the back of the church. My dad was well respected, but being a busy doctor prevented him from serving in most official roles. Today, though, he led us up and we sat on the front row. I dozed through the songs and offering. Then the pastor mentioned something that has come to his attention. He said how sad it was that the younger generation was turning from the truth and how MTV has corrupted our youth. (My parents didn't allow me to have cable.) He then charged off of the stage, grabbed my arm, and pulled me up. He asked me what I had to confess to everyone. I saw my girlfriends and Sunday school teachers staring at me in shock as I said nothing. He said several things about the need to repent and how getting it off of my chest would allow for healing to occur. I stood dumbstruck. Then he told everyone. Sandy here has committed fornication. She has had intercourse with a boy before she was married. I heard gasps from around the room. I ran out of the room to several shouts and condemnations. Now my humiliation was complete. The rest of that summer many guys from the church asked me out and I even slept with a few of the better-looking ones. They really freaked when the TV commercials came out with me admitting I had an STD. Then my health video came out. Teenagers were pointing me out wherever I went. It took all the courage I had to even go to the grocery store. My parents really did care for me and supported me. My dad got church to fire the pastor. They both then decided to leave their great medical practices and moved with me to the East Coast. It cost them a lot of money, but they said I was worth it. I later explained how I got into the nude thing and my dad felt very responsible for putting so much pressure on me related to the job and "toughening me up." I guess the saying is true, "Whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger." I got a great Ivy league education and now make six figures at a prestigious New York bank. I also just got married to the manager of my country club. Occasionally, I'll go down there with him to relive some of those exciting summer memories. 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