“H - hold s - still,” the Tunemasters majorette says, trying not to sound condescending. Her shaking fingers straighten the top of little Ricky Fuentes’s thermals, which is sticking out unevenly over the high collar of his many-buttoned uniform jacket. Brigid is bending over him, her baton clutched between her bare, goose-pimpled thighs. Her orange-sized breasts, clad only in silver-dollar-sized “circlets” attached to her nipples, wobble in Ricky's face. Not that he notic

June 4 Yesterday, Sunday, she had knelt down to try the blocks on Abigail, taking the pins out of her mouth to connect them. It’s a new summer dress. Mark made some noises about the capri pants she bought for her -- “those new styles are for older girls” -- so this is her way of making it up to him. Now, in the quiet house, she gets to the sewing machine, which she plays like a concert piano. Her bare foot works the rocking pedal as the new bobbin does its work. It t

Sandy came back from the fruit bar with a pear and a banana and a smile. “You wouldn’t dare,” Keisha said playfully. “Oh wouldn’t I,” the 35-year old long-time nudist said. She handed the pear to Lisa. Both looked over at the little desk at the top of the stairs; Mrs. Magnuson’s attention was elsewhere. Corey thought it was just about the sexiest thing he ever saw, watching Lisa shift her butt around and wince as she inhaled and took the smallish pear into her, out of si

Terrence is enthusiastic and comes around with his cell phone. Patty’s old friends roll their eyes tolerantly. “Tell me about this one . . . did you really sit on that rope? With all your weight?” It’s the one where her two co-stars, Jin and the much-loved Takeru, are grabbing a rope coming down from pulleys in the ceiling and sliding it under the naked girl’s crotch. From the angle of the rope it seems she is being frictioned from her clit in front to her butthe in the

Tami was not sure how to sit in front of this guy. That he was so closely and unashamedly regarding her nakedness made her even more self-conscious than usual. What was she to do with her legs? With her hands? She decided finally to cross her legs in a lady-like fashion and cross her arms over her breasts. This seemed like a normal posture while affording maximum coverage. In response to a request from Jen, who couldn’t stand cigarette smoke, Wethby opened the top and b

After supper at a pizza place I walked around to see the shops, though most were closed at six. The usual, hardware store, stationery store, hair salon . . . I turned my steps back to the green, then I see the high school is a couple of blocks away. As I approach I see an open door and I hear cheering, apparently a basketball game. It looks like anyone can walk in. I do and I climb up the stands, almost stepping on people, kids and parents, and squeeze in to one of the la

Martini in one hand, cigarette in the other, standing in a foot of snow on this winter night, Mitzi is explaining Isaac’s plan to Sarah Landau. They have walked out to the edge of the rise, overlooking a downward slope and then a clutch of trees. The others are in the house. It’s one of Isaac’s dinner parties. “Isaac will clear away that part, next to that big rock, then put in a brick grill.” She sweeps wide with the hand holding the cigarette. Then she takes a puff, t

The uniformed Chinese guards bowed as she passed. They had been told she was a naked capitalist harlot, beautiful but wanton, degenerate and dangerously seductive. She arrived naked and they were under orders that she was to stay that way. However during her two week incarceration she had won their respect through her courtesy, quiet study habits, and what could only be called modesty. So too the other prisoners. As well as her volunteering to help with laundry, putting

Mr. Stirnweiss paces in front of the blackboard, nervously as always, his fingers dusty with chalk. Except for the whirring noise near the door the room is quiet. “Well then, we have a second-order derivative. What is the power rule for that? Mr. Stimson?” The shortish white boy in front with the plaid shirt and black pants says, “You just use the power rule for the first order, and do it twice.” “Correct. . . and why is it not a good idea to use the Leibniz notation?

This is unusual, filming in Mitzi’s own home for an “installation”. But, as Mordecai pointed out, the “theme” is intimate. He has spent a lot of time on the design, using a gynecologist’s chair he got from Jonas Cohen, who was retiring. Mitzi herself had sat in that chair several times. It’s mounted in the living room and as always, Mordecai has kept his promise to not film her face, though that really is a shame, because her face is by far the most interesting thing to w

The seven-member delegation looked up at the suspended, nude form of Tami Smithers, wrists and ankles cuffed with ropes that stretched her out into a very wide “X”. She was surrounded by inquisitive businessmen -- and a few women -- who were drinking in her complete and utter nudity with a quiet but hungry lust, it was not just a rumor, it was true, their reward for bringing in millions in foreign money, and an inducement to bring in more. Allowed an hour in here, they circ

It was quiet and late, about 10 o’clock on a cold mountain Friday night. Corey looked out the window at the little table out there under the light. Olga, naked in the frigid air, was chatting in Russian with Tereshkova, both of them smoking those filterless Russian cigarettes, the professor bundled up, clouds coming from their mouths. Of all the BSC females Olga was the one who tried the most to approach what Tereshkova called “the limit”. Of course, as she often said, sh

Tami waited for the inevitable, then it came. The cold, wet feel of the dildo against her anus. She exhaled and met Brendo’s gentle push with a push of her own as if she were trying to shit, so that her muscles would more easily accept the intrusion. Much as she hated to admit it, the two of them had become very practiced at this little dance from all the times he had inserted that anal monitor thing during those other experiments. They were a team. “Miss Smithers has ex

It had been Mr. Korkan who suggested opening up the Princess’s vagina. There was debate on this, which the Princess presided over silently. Would it be out of place in the context of the speech? But the Spring Equinox ceremony was always inspiring, set on a temporary stage in front of the Palace, and they finally agreed that the Princess offering the Spring Benediction would be a comforting callback to the days of peace and independence. The difficulty was in filming it.

[MEIER and SOLBERG, standing in town square] MEIER What I don’t understand is why, after what happened on Friday, you want her to pose out here, of all places? SOLBERG It’s not so much the reaction of the townspeople as what the enemy thinks. Assuming they’re watching, for the moment we have to pretend nothing happened. MEIER Oh something really did happen. SOLBERG I attribute it to miscalibration of the equipment. We were expecting a few clicks an hour, but in

Now Sir Anthony says, “We must inquire now into your physical condition. We know you endured various punishments for a long time. Were you adequately fed, and all that?” “Yes, the food was tolerable. I did not want to eat meat but I had to. They kept my hair short and clipped my nails. I had to sleep on a hard bench without blankets. I was exercised, made to run about ten kilometers a day, around the town, followed by soldiers in a truck. And I was bathed, after a fas

During the morning the appearance of Miss Smithers walking around in a tiny, dark bikini was well noticed around campus. Most people were cool about it, doing a double-take but then going about their classes. There were some prolonged stares and a few offhand remarks. A couple of guys said, “Wow, Tami, you really covered up today,” which she tried to ignore. Her unaccustomed clothing, scant though it was, tended to distract people from the fact that she did not appear well

He had noticed it in the photos in the glass case. As the uniforms for the rest of the band got more abundant and ornate over the years, with the addition of high boots, cummerbunds, epaulettes, the majorette’s uniform got more and more skimpy. The 1940’s majorettes wore mid-length skirts which showed some leg, but otherwise their uniforms were much like the rest of their band’s. And then over the years the big “shako” hat got smaller, the jacket shrank to a vest, then dis

This is Part 31 of "Tami Beethoven", written in 2007 but set in 2003. Rod, sitting at the kitchen table in his pajamas, looked at the sample logos that Trent had made for Tami’s clothing designs. It seemed unlike the naturally modest Tami to blow her own horn so, but apparently it was recommended for fashion students to create a “brand” for their designs, for copyright protection purposes. He could understand that. Trent was an art major and, unlike some of the others, wa

Xifeng turned over, and because she was hugging Ngo-kwang, that girl turned over too, then all the girls repositioned. There was no danger of falling off the mattress. It was twelve feet across, with a little wooden table in the middle that the girls used as a nightstand. At present it held the five decafs that Tami had made for them after foot-stretching. For any Mailgirl taking good care of her feet was of first importance. Every night and every morning they stretched