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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2006 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of November 
2006)

Part 14

Chapter 42

Dave Zweiss was the first man to get to choose a punishment from the 
cap and administer it to Brenda on camera.  He was the other man whom 
Wynona had brought into this session and from what Brenda had learned 
in chatting with everyone before the shooting began he and Wynona had 
been friends since high school and had even had a short romantic 
relationship within the past couple of years.  He was only twenty-
five, a year older than Wynona and only four younger than Brenda, and 
was built rather like a tank.  He stood just under five feet six 
inches, had uncombed, short sandy hair and wide shoulders.  It was 
evident through his tight tee shirt that he worked out at least three 
days a week.

Despite his built, Dave had a child-like, angelic face and a 
wholesome way about him.  In talking earlier, he had been very 
polite, well behaved and had even averted his gaze when the 
discussion turned to Brenda's stellar body and firm tits.

Now he was being given the chance to choose a punishment at random 
from the baseball cap and administer it to Brenda on camera for 
potentially tens of thousands of viewers to see, and while he 
remained calm and polite, he made no hesitation in reaching in and 
pulling out a folded slip of paper.

Before the paper was unfolded, Thomas said, "Now one thing I do want 
to make clear -- actually two things -- the first is again that this 
is intended to be arousing and playful punishment.  The second is 
that Wynona will give Brenda a cop-out to each punishment.  Brenda, 
if you do not wish to perform the chosen punishment, you will not 
have to.  But," he paused for dramatic effect, "but the cop-out may 
prove more serious.  Wynona will give you a choice between the 
written punishment or one of her own devising."

"What's the point in that?" Brenda asked.

Wynona replied, "It gives you the choice between the lesser of two 
evils.  But the lesser one I give you might in fact require a longer 
term commitment on your part in order to complete it."

"Alright now," Thomas said to Dave, "read it."

"Spank her," the man said.

Brenda turned to Wynona after a moment.  "What is my alternative, 
mistress Wynona?"

"Ooh mistress, I like the sound of that," Wynona joked.  "If you 
choose not to let Dave spank you over his knee, once for each year of 
your age just like before, then you must perform oral sex on his to 
the point of ejaculation every night for the next week; on camera, of 
course.  You don't have to swallow, but you do have to make him cum."

Brenda looked into the eyes of the man who would spank her.  "Well, 
since I'm only twenty-one," she began.

"Uh, no," Wynona interrupted.  "I believe your exact age is twenty-
nine."

"Damn you vile woman," Brenda said in her best fake British accent.  
"So, twenty-six spankings--"

"Twenty-nine," Wynona corrected with a smile.

"Grr.  Twenty-nine spankings or seven nights of blow jobs.  It's 
actually tempting to go with the blow jobs, but I think I'll get this 
over with here and now.  Spank me," she said, pushing Dave into the 
chair by the window where her clothes had been and laying her naked 
body over his lap.

In the evening light coming in through the window and the camera crew 
lights behind her, Brenda's body was perfect.  Her legs, bent at the 
knees, were slender and smooth.  Her ass was firm and round and 
turned up waiting for Dave to spank her once for each year of her 
age, which she regretted admitting to Wynona.  Her slender and 
physically fit body lay across his legs and the light shade of her 
skin was in stark contrast to the dark blue of his pants.  Her 
amazingly firm and round breasts hung just beside his right leg and 
over the edge of the chair and her arms were tucked up by her sides 
with her hands gripping his right leg.  Brenda's hair, permed up, 
hung just a little around her face but provided no concealment for 
her identity as she awaited her humiliating punishment.

Dave's left hand came to rest on Brenda's bare bottom.  He rubbed 
vigorously, causing her cheeks and thighs to jiggle for the camera 
and all eyes watching.  With his free hand he stroked her down her 
spine as one would a pet cat or dog.  Then he lifted his left hand 
and brought it down hard on Brenda's ass.  She jumped at the sudden 
sensation.  The second spank was more gentle, almost caressing as his 
hand lingered there for a second after making contact.

His right hand dropped beside his right leg and began to fondle 
Brenda's right breast as his left came down with another loud slap on 
Brenda's upturned bottom.  The fourth and fifth spanks were again 
soft and gentle, but the sixth came with such intensity that Brenda 
literally jumped an inch off the floor.

The next five spanks were all light, just making a bit of a slapping 
sound as bare skin made contact with bare skin.

"What is that, ten?" he asked.

"Eleven by my count," Wynona said, down on one knee watching the 
scene with intense interest.

"Twelve!" Dave shouted, slapping Brenda's as-yet untouched left cheek 
with an open palm.  He counted thirteen, fourteen and fifteen as he 
spanked her three times with cupped palm, which made more noise than 
pain.  "We're halfway done," he said, still squeezing Brenda's right 
breast in his right hand.  "Let's have a little change of scenery, 
shall we?  Up you go."  He wrapped his arms around Brenda's body and 
helped her to right herself.  "I'd like to finish these in other 
rooms, if that's alright."

Thomas and Wynona leaned close to one another and whispered between 
themselves.  Finally Thomas spoke.  "Yes, that would be fine.  But no 
leaving this property.  Ivan, Rajiv, follow along with your 
equipment."

Dave and Wynona went first, scoping out other rooms in the house to 
use.  Brenda was next in line and the camera crew brought up the 
rear.

"Into the shower," Dave said as they entered the upstairs bathroom.  
He turned on the water and stood aside for Brenda to step in.  She 
held out one hand to feel the temperature before stepping under the 
stream of water.  "Alright now," Dave suggested, "put both hands on 
the back wall with your butt out.  That's it."

With her back to the camera and water running down from where it was 
hitting her in the middle of the back, Brenda was thankful she didn't 
have to face the camera as Dave stepped up and administered spankings 
sixteen through twenty.  He then reached over and turned off the 
water, handing Brenda a towel to dry herself as the camera continued 
to roll.

"Now down the stairs," Dave said.  "Into the kitchen."  The party 
moved downstairs as directed.  "Brenda, I want you to lie over the 
edge of the kitchen table but keep your feet on the floor.  Can you 
do that?"

Brenda said, "There's only one way to find out," and bent over the 
table.  It was rather high for her so she had to stand on tiptoes to 
make it work.

"Perfect," Dave said.

With Brenda's ass raised by the fact she had to stand on tiptoes, it 
made it that much more sweet to spank her.  He gave her the final 
nine spankings with increasing force, causing Brenda to yelp and jump 
just a little bit more each time, and he varied the timing between 
the spankings.  Some came almost immediately after the previous, 
others hovered over her for five or six seconds to drive her mad with 
anticipation.

"Is that all you've got?" Brenda asked defiantly when he had 
finished.

"If you'd like, we can do it all over again," Dave said with a nod 
and a grin.

Brenda stood and reached behind with both hands to rub her slightly 
reddened ass.

"I've had a wonderful time," he said.  "Wynona was right about one 
thing; you are an incredibly sexy woman."

"Hey!" Wynona said, turning to face the man.  "You weren't supposed 
to tell her that."

"Oh well, I guess the cat's out of the bag," he said with a wink.  
"Oops."


Chapter 43

After Brenda had returned to the upstairs bedroom, Ernie Fowler was 
given the baseball cap and told to select a random punishment for 
Brenda who had failed to guess the order in which he had come (or 
cum) in her glory hole game.  He turned his head away and reached in, 
fished around at the bottom of the cap and came up with two slips of 
paper.  He quickly dropped one pulled the other one to his face to 
read.

"What does this mean exactly?" he asked, holding the paper out to 
Thomas Hardcastle.

Thomas read the paper.  "The master and servant card means you get to 
lead Brenda around for five minutes.  She must go wherever you lead 
her, completely naked and with her arms behind her back, but after 
five minutes she is free to go."

"And there's these," Wynona said, pulling what looked like a long 
silver necklace from her pocket.  "Nipple clips attached by chain.  
You will lead Brenda by the chain, but be careful.  The chain is not 
very strong and if you tug it will break, so be gentle.  You'll also 
be pulling on Brenda's sensitive, succulent nipples," she said, 
reaching over and tweaking both of Brenda's nipples to emphasize 
them, "so if you yank and cause them any damage, you'll have to deal 
with me."

"No ma'am," Ernie said with a shake of his head, "I wouldn't dream of 
hurting her."

"Good," Wynona said with a smile.  She handed the chain and attached 
clips to the young man.  "Now Brenda, you can cop out of this one if 
you wish.  But here's the deal.  If you choose not to be led around 
by the nipples, you must appear with Ernie on camera for five minutes 
each day and let him either eat you out or suck your nipples -- his 
choice each day."  Turning back to Ernie while cupping underneath one 
of Brenda's tits, Wynona added, "and they are so suckable, don't you 
agree?"

Ernie nodded silently.

"I will accept the punishment," Brenda said quietly.  "I'm not the 
cop-out type."

"Good, because I've got plans," Ernie said, licking his lips as he 
moved in to attach the small alligator clips to Brenda's nipples.  He 
was slow and gentle doing it, making sure not to cause her any more 
pain than the simple fact of having metal clips clamped around her 
nipples caused.  The chain hung between her nipples down to her belly 
button.  Ernie took the very center of it in his hands and began to 
test how strongly he could pull on it.  When he saw Brenda wince, he 
eased up.

"Alright then, off we go," he said, turning toward the bedroom door 
pulling lightly to direct Brenda to follow.

"Now remember Brenda," Thomas said, "wherever he leads you, your arms 
must stay at your sides, hands clasped behind your back.  Ivan and 
Kimberly will both follow with their cameras.  Come back for your 
third and final punishment.  Five minutes begins... now."

With one camera operator staying in front and the other behind, Ernie 
led Brenda up and down the upstairs hall a few times, then down the 
stairs to the living and dining room area.  He paraded her before the 
uncovered front window of the house and then led her toward the front 
door.

"You're not serious!" Brenda said quietly, trying not to be heard by 
the cameras.

"He said lead you anywhere," the young man said with a shrug.  "Hey, 
how much time's left?"

"About three minutes," Wynona called, looking at her wrist watch.

Ernie led the naked and submissive Brenda out onto the front porch, 
where he again paraded her from side to side in full view of anyone 
who might be watching from neighboring houses.  It was a quiet old 
neighborhood, however, and the only sounds were of a dog barking 
somewhere down the street and traffic on the highway a few blocks 
away.

Ernie walked slowly down the cement walk through the middle of the 
yard out to the street.  There was no proper sidewalk along the 
street, being an older neighborhood, and he led Brenda by the nipples 
right out into the road between her car and another parked behind 
hers.  There he stopped and turned to look her up and down in the 
fading light of the evening.

"Please," she said quietly as the camera operators took up positions 
around them.  "I'll give you a blow job every day for a week like 
Wynona said, just don't make me do this."

Ernie jiggled the silver chain, making waves up its length and into 
her breasts.  "You said you aren't the type to cop out.  You accepted 
this punishment.  You can give me that blow job every day, too, if 
you want."  He turned and walked into the street, pulling lightly on 
Brenda's reins.  She hung her head in shame and obediently followed.

As the narrow street was devoid of traffic, Ernie took his sweet time 
meandering up the center yellow line with Brenda plodding along 
behind him.  Halfway up the street she heard someone far to her left 
call out something unintelligible.  With her head still hung, she 
glanced to the side to see it was a boy probably no more than fifteen 
-- but to be fair in the fading light she couldn't really be certain.  
It could have been a girl or a man in his twenties.  She was certain, 
though, that he was pointing and calling out to someone to come have 
a look.  The front door of the house opened and a man, definitely 
older than the first, came out and gave a long, low whistle.

Brenda looked back at the ground to watch where she was walking.  Her 
bare feet were being stung by little bits of broken asphalt and she 
didn't want to stub her toe or step in a pothole and fall.

"It's a beautiful day today, isn't it?" Ernie called out loud as a 
car turned onto their street and began to move slowly toward them.  
The driver honked twice and Ernie led Brenda into the opposite lane 
to let the car pass.

"What the hell?  You slut!" called the woman driver as she rolled 
past.

"It's okay," Kimberly called from a few feet behind, "it's just a 
stunt for a TV promotion.  She's about to win the grand prize."

The woman drove on but Brenda heard the car apparently pull into a 
driveway and stop a few houses down.

"One more minute," Wynona called from the sidewalk as she followed 
along with the action.

Ernie stopped and knelt to untie and retie his shoes.

"Shouldn't we head back now?  Time's almost up," Brenda suggested.

Ernie stood without a word and continued on to the end of the block 
and Brenda dutifully followed.  He strolled leisurely, pulling just a 
little on the chain with every alternate step to remind Brenda who 
was in charge of her punishment.

"Time's up," Wynona called.  "Congratulations, you've won the grand 
prize!"

Brenda reached up and unclipped her nipples, wrapped her arms over 
her chest and rushed back down the middle of the street, buck naked, 
to the safe house.  Ernie, Kimberly and Wynona all laughed and 
followed along at a more leisurely pace.  Wynona ruffled the young 
man's hair and told him she was proud of him.  "You timed that 
perfectly," she said.  "You've got quite a naughty streak.  Remind me 
never to get on your bad side."


Chapter 44

Once inside the safe house, Brenda rushed up the stairway and into 
the bathroom at the end of the hall.  There she locked the door and 
took a few minutes to just catch her breath and calm her nerves.  The 
spanking and the public humiliation of being led around in the nude 
by a chain clipped onto her nipples was getting the best of her.  She 
had recently discovered that she was sexually aroused by her own 
public humiliation, not to mention the money it was bringing her.

There was still one punishment left to be handed down.  That kid, 
Ryan, who had once gotten to soap her up in her own shower and had 
ejaculated up her back because she, in her arousal, had been grinding 
her bare ass against his cock and urging him to thoroughly rub her 
breasts with the soap, was to have the final punishment for the 
evening.  Brenda couldn't imagine what other punishments must be in 
that baseball cap, but she needed to relax and let the arousal fade 
before she walked back into that room full of horny men.

She ran the water in the sink and splashed some on her face and ran 
it through her hair to spruce up for the cameras.  When she finally 
unlocked and opened the bathroom door, she saw everyone was waiting 
for her; spilling out of the bedroom room into the hallway before 
her.  She strode confidently and put an alluring smile on her face.

"Alright, let's do this.  The final punishment.  Make it good, 
guys," she said.

Thomas Hardcastle held out the baseball cap to Ryan Albright.  The 
youth reached in without looking and pulled out the slip of paper to 
seal Brenda's fate.  He unfolded and flipped the paper over to read, 
"Intercourse."

"A ha, so that's where it was!" Thomas boomed.  "That's the biggest 
and baddest one of them all."  Turning to Brenda, he explained, "He's 
probably not quite up to it at the moment, having just blown his load 
for you a little while ago, but when he is ready, maybe tomorrow or 
this weekend, Ryan here will be allowed to have full-on sex with you, 
Brenda.  He'll be required to wear a condom, naturally, and you may 
also wear a female condom or some other contraceptive device."

Brenda's mouth hung open, her eyes wide with shock.

"There is always a cop-out," Wynona said, coming to stand beside her 
friend.  "The cop-out for this one is to perform three hours of nude 
housecleaning for Ryan in his home.  You can do it three hours in one 
day or up to three days at an hour each."

Brenda stood silent, still staring open-mouthed at Thomas.

Thomas, professional television man that he was, turned to the 
nearest camera, which happened to be Ivan's, and said, "We'll be 
right back for Brenda's big decision after these commercials."

Wynona helped Brenda to a quiet corner of the room and even pulled 
the makeshift wall with the glory hole between them and everyone 
else.  "Come on," she said, "this is an easy choice."

"I just can't believe-- I can't believe that suggestion was even in 
there," Brenda whispered.  "In all my years of marriage, no other man 
has fucked me; only Jim.  I would so not have approved that card if 
I'd known about it."  Brenda, naturally, had never actually told 
anyone all the details of her little escapade in the big city mall 
parking lot.

"It's the big mean card that you're not meant to choose.  You're 
supposed to take the cop-out on this one," Wynona said, holding 
Brenda's shoulders and giving her a bit of a massage with her 
fingertips.  "Ryan will still get a kick out of you coming over to 
his house naked to clean up.  He'll probably even play with himself 
while you're there and have a great time.  You can still be true to 
Jim.  On the other hand," she said, pulling back and turning away 
from Brenda, "Ryan is young and has probably never been with a woman 
like you.  He'd probably cum fast and the ordeal would be over and 
your punishment complete.  Maybe five or ten minutes tops.  And if 
you start it out by playing with him a little, you can get him close 
to losing it before he even enters you and be done in a couple of 
minutes."

"You think I should do it, then?"

"I think it would be over a lot quicker than three hours of nude 
housecleaning, which would be actual work you'd have to do."

"But I can't.  I just can't," Brenda said, turning away from Wynona 
in the cramped little corner of the room.

Wynona placed her hands on Brenda's bare shoulders.  "Didn't you say 
that Jim gets off watching you get fondled and give blow jobs to 
other guys?"

"Yes.  But this is different.  This is way too much to be asked to 
do."

"Then don't do it.  Take the cop-out.  It's your choice."

Brenda turned around and hugged her friend.  Then she pushed aside 
the makeshift wall and stepped into the center of the room.  "My 
decision has been made," she announced.  Both cameras and the 
portable lights were soon focused on her.  "I have decided to accept 
the cop-out on this one.  I will do the nude housework."

She turned to Ryan, whose smiling face had drooped suddenly at this 
announcement.  "I'd guess that we'll need to arrange very specific 
times for me to come over; times when your family won't be there."

Thomas came to stand beside Brenda.  "If you choose to do all three 
hours in one day, we could probably arrange for the parents to take a 
trip on us or maybe Ryan could be home sick from school one day.  Not 
that we would recommend ogling a beautiful young woman over getting a 
good education, mind you," he laughed.

"No," Brenda stated flatly, "I think I would rather do an hour a day 
for three days.  And maybe not completely naked all three days; maybe 
each day I could be wearing less and less until the third day I'd be 
totally naked.  Something interesting like that to keep viewers 
watching and waiting."  She batted her eyelashes at Thomas, knowing 
how to play the ratings game as well as he.

Thomas said, "We'll see what we can work out and we'll get together 
with you and Ryan to arrange the times."

The evening's filming was soon over, after all five guys were 
interviewed briefly on camera about the experience and their feelings 
about the punishments both given and received.  Meanwhile Brenda, 
Thomas and Ryan planned out the times for their sessions.

The following day Brenda drove to the Channel 69 studio after one 
p.m.  There she changed into simple gray sweatpants and sweatshirt, 
with nothing underneath, and tied a handkerchief over her head to 
further disguise herself for return to her own neighborhood.  Rather 
than take her car, she was driven back in Roger the second unit 
camera man's car.  They parked in front of Ryan's home a little after 
three in the afternoon, when he would be just home from high school.

Roger and Brenda walked quickly but unhurriedly to the front door and 
rang the bell.  After a minute the door opened and the youthful face 
of Ryan Albright greeted them with a smile.  He welcomed them in and 
politely asked if they wanted anything to drink.

"No, thank you," Brenda said.

"Nothing for me," replied Roger.  "But before we start, I just want 
to make a quick visual inspection around the house to be sure we're 
truly alone."

"Don't you trust me?" Ryan asked.

"It's not that we don't trust you, it's just that we need to be 
certain the area is safe for Brenda to go about in such a vulnerable 
state.  You wouldn't want her to feel threatened and call the whole 
thing off, I'm sure."

"N-no, no.  Please, feel free to look around."

The Albright's house was a single story unit with a little bit larger 
square footage than the Young's two story house just up the block.  
Brenda stood uneasily in the living room with Ryan eying her up and 
down while Roger walked through the house.

In what must have been the boy's bedroom Roger decided to check 
inside the closet and there he found three other teenage boys and one 
girl huddled in the shadows.  Roger cleared his throat loudly and 
gave them a questioning look.

"Oh, hi.  We're, uh, friends of Ryan," one of the boys said.

"I told you we shouldn't hide in the closet," the girl said, smacking 
another boy on the arm.

"And why exactly are you hiding here?" Roger asked.

Ryan, hearing the voices coming from his room, rushed in to try his 
hand at damage control.  "Oh hey, I see you met my friends.  They can 
stay, can't they?  I mean, Thomas didn't say I couldn't have friends 
over for this."

"Come with me," Roger said, turning and walking out of the room, down 
the short hallway and into the living room.  After a few seconds the 
group of teens followed.

On seeing Brenda standing there, Ryan's friends began a banter of 
exclamations that they hadn't believed him when he'd told them he was 
having a nude housekeeper come over.

"And now you've lost the bet," Ryan said, holding out a hand.  "Pay 
up."

"She doesn't look nude to me," the girl said.  "I'm not paying up 
until I see her naked and cleaning house."

"And who might you be?" Brenda asked, putting her hands on her hips 
and stepping in front of the young woman.  "You were not invited."

"I was so!" the girl countered.  "Ryan invited me.  And since it's 
his house that's all the invitation I need."

"Thomas didn't say I had to be here alone," Ryan repeated.  "He 
didn't say anything about not having guests over."

Roger glanced to Brenda.  "Technically he's right.  So it's up to 
you."

Brenda, hands still on her hips, asked, "You all want to watch?  Even 
you?"  She pointed at the young woman before her.

"Oh yeah," said the younger woman.  "I want to see you prance about 
and make an ass of yourself for a bunch of horny boys."

"Well," Brenda said with a long sigh, "as long as everyone here is 
over eighteen and if they all promise to look but not touch then I'm 
okay with them staying."

Roger turned to stand between Brenda and the teens, facing the teens.  
"Let's see some I.D.  If you're not eighteen, you leave now."

Two of the teens returned to Ryan's bedroom to get their wallets out 
of their backpacks.  The others produced their drivers licenses on 
the spot.  Roger took his time inspecting each for any sign of 
forgery and checking the pictures as best he could with the faces of 
the youths before him.  Finally satisfied that everyone in the house 
was of legal age, he said, "You know, if we'd had this kind of 
entertainment when I was your age..."

"Enough chat," said one of the boys.  He turned to Brenda.  "We've 
shown our proof of age, it's time you show us your tits."

"Okay, well hold on," Roger said.  "We want to shoot this like it's 
totally ordinary.  You guys sit down and maybe be doing your homework 
or something and we'll have Brenda enter from the front door like 
she's only just arrived."

"Okay, yeah.  And I can already be naked when I come in so viewers 
will think I actually came over here in the nude."

"Brilliant!" Roger said, getting his camera set up.  "Ryan, go and 
turn on some more lights so we can get clear shots of Brenda from all 
sides.  But no hard light."

"What's that mean?" Ryan asked.

"Like... well, no lights shining directly on her.  Just light 
throughout the room and in the hallway.  Just normal everyday light 
from lamps and whatnot."

Ryan and his friends scurried off to turn on every light in the house 
and then piled their backpacks and books on the dining room table to 
pretend they were hard at work.  Meanwhile Roger, Brenda and Ryan 
conferred in the entry way about how to shoot Brenda's introduction 
to the scene.

When all was set, Brenda pushed her gray sweatpants down to her 
ankles and stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side of the 
front door which would be hidden when the door was open.  She then 
pulled the sweatshirt over her head and tossed it on top of the 
pants.  She stood before the men in nothing but a pearl necklace and 
white heeled sandals.

"You are so beautiful," Ryan said quietly, staring at Brenda's 
exquisite body.

"Don't forget to make your friends pay up for losing the bet," Brenda 
said with a smile.  Then, as agreed with Roger, she turned and pulled 
open the front door, stepped out and closed it behind her.

Roger motioned Ryan to return to the dining room table with his 
friends.  He did so, holding his hands in front of his crotch to hide 
his erection.

The doorbell rang.  Every guy at the table jumped up and started for 
the door.

"Hold it, hold it!" shouted Roger.  "Remember, we're pretending this 
is a complete surprise to you all.  Ryan's treating you to a 
surprise.  You don't know who's at the door."

The bell rang again.

"Return to your places.  Go back to work and pretend everything is 
normal."

The boys returned to the table and sat down, but none seemed 
interested in their homework.  All eyes were glued on the front door.

The doorbell rang a third time.

"And action!" whispered Roger.

Ryan stood and walked to the door, keeping his hands in front of 
himself to hide his erection.  By the time he reached the door, the 
bell rang a fourth time.  He opened the door and Brenda stepped in.

"It's about time.  I've been ringing the bell for minutes.  What took 
so long in here?"

"Cut!" Roger said.  "Brenda, we had some issues in here we had to 
sort out.  But when you enter, you need to pretend you've just 
arrived, rang once and Ryan's come straight to let you in.  Save the 
questions for after we've shot this sequence, please.  Thank you.  
Now back outside, give us a minute to get everyone situated and then 
ring the bell.  If for any reason Ryan doesn't open it in thirty 
seconds, then ring one more time.  But when you come in, just be 
normal."

Ryan went back to the table and Brenda took a deep breath before 
stepping back out onto the step and shutting the door behind her.  
She thought the idea of coming in disguise and in someone else's car 
was so that she wouldn't be seen by her neighbors entering the 
Albright's home.  Now here she was standing naked on their doorstep 
for the second time in five minutes.

Brenda faced the door and stayed as close to it as she could to avoid 
detection from out on the street.  In her favor was that the 
Albrights had a white wooden railing with rose bushes growing in 
front of it which stood between the doorstep and the rest of the yard 
facing the street.  The sidewalk up to the doorstep was therefore 
running parallel to the street, over to the paved driveway running 
beside the house to the garage in back.  This rail and bushes hid her 
lower body completely.

She reached out and pushed the button for the doorbell.  She heard 
the series of chimes inside and waited for the door to be opened.  
Counting quietly to herself, she was almost to thirty, with her 
finger an inch from the button, when the door finally swung inward.

"Hi!" she said with a chipper lilt and a friendly smile.  "I'm Brenda 
and I'm here to clean your house today.  May I come in?"

"Hell yes!" Ryan said.  "I mean, come on in and I'll show you what 
needs to be done."

"Thanks."  Brenda stepped in and around the teen, feeling the palm of 
his hand on her ass as he closed the door behind her.  She reached 
back with one hand and tried to discretely shoo his away, but he was 
already moving past her and into the living room.

"Don't mind my friends.  They're just here to study for an exam at 
school."

Brenda feigned surprised and modesty by clamping her legs together, 
bending slightly at the waist and putting one hand up to her mouth as 
she said, "Oh!"

"Guys, this is Brenda, my nude housekeeper."

Brenda glanced over and saw Roger standing just inside the hallway to 
the right, panning his camera between her and the teens around the 
table.  She noticed the boys at the table were just staring with wide 
eyes and open mouths.  The girl was smirking.

"And what will you be doing today?" the teen girl asked.

"Well, that depends on what Ryan needs done.  I'm here for one hour 
today and will do any cleaning that needs to be done.  Anything 
housework related."

Ryan motioned with one hand for Brenda to go into the hall.  "You can 
start with a load of my laundry," he said.  Let me show you where it 
is."  He headed toward Roger, who began to back down the hall to keep 
both Ryan and Brenda in shot as they came toward him.

Ryan led Brenda to a bathroom just off the first (actually the only) 
turn in the hallway.  He directed her to a hamper full of clothes.  
Brenda bent over and lifted the hamper from both sides.  "This isn't 
too bad," she said.  "Where is the laundry room, please?"

Ryan smiled.  "It's out in the garage."

Roger quickly swung around them and backed his way into the living 
room as first Brenda and then Ryan left the bathroom and came back 
through the hallway.

"You can go out the back door if you like," Ryan said.  "But it locks 
automatically so you'll have to come back in through the front.

"I kind of figured," Brenda said with a slight frown to the camera.  
Turning her attention back to Ryan, she smiled and said, "I'll get 
these started and be right back for more."

Going out through the back was way easier than standing around in 
front.  The driveway between the house and the separate garage was 
narrow and with the garage door already open she had no trouble 
getting right in.  She found the washing machine and dryer as well as 
a rack of soap powder and fabric softener sheets hanging on the wall 
above them.  As Roger filmed from the doorway, Brenda carefully 
measured out the soap powder into the washer and started it going.  
She waited a moment before putting in the clothes.

Leaving the hamper on top of the machine, Brenda strode confidently 
back out to the driveway and strolled down and around to the front 
door, with Roger side-stepping along in front of her.  He ran out of 
space at the end of the walk and had to step around Brenda as she 
went to ring the doorbell.  One of the other guys opened the door 
this time and invited Brenda in, but he tried to slam the door shut 
before Roger could get in.  Roger, however, had one hand free and 
managed to wedge himself in before the door was fully closed.

"Nice try but I saw that one coming," he said with a shake of his 
index finger before the youth's face.

"Oh, sorry," the kid said with a nervous laugh.  "I forgot you were 
out there."

"What is my next assignment?" Brenda asked of Ryan.

"My parents wanted me to wash the mirrors in all the bathrooms and 
clean the windows.  Why don't you do that?"

Ryan showed Brenda where they kept the glass cleaner and paper towels 
and off she went with Roger to clean the mirrors on the medicine 
chests in Ryan's bathroom and his parents' master bath.  She also 
wiped down the windows in both bathrooms, though they were the 
pebbly, white glass that can't be easily seen through anyway.  But 
since she was only there for an hour, she figured it would kill some 
time and keep her from having to go around and clean the front 
windows of the house.  She was here to put on a show for Ryan, not 
for the entire neighborhood.  She'd already done that in her own home 
twice (once with and once without the camera crew there) and that had 
been unnerving enough.  She didn't care to start rumors about her 
involvement with the local teenage boys.

Brenda moved into the master bedroom after doing the bath and wiped 
down both windows there.  She went into Ryan's bedroom and did his 
one window, then moved into the dining room to wipe the windows on 
the back of the house before moving on to do the sides.  The front 
windows would definitely not get done today, she thought.

"How long does that washer run?" Brenda asked from the kitchen.  She 
didn't really expect that the teens were all still sitting in the 
dining room; in fact they had all been following her through the 
house already, but when Ryan's voice came from just a few feet behind 
her Brenda jumped and turned around quickly, grabbing hold of the 
counter with her hands at her sides to keep herself steady.

"Half an hour for a normal wash," he said.  "So it's just about time.  
The dryer is also thirty minutes."

"Well then I need to go and put your clothes in the dryer," she said.  
"Think of something else for me to do before I leave," she said as 
she stepped out the back door.

Roger stayed in the house this time, to the obvious dismay of the 
teens who kept exchanging nervous glances.  "So what are you going to 
have her do for the next..." Roger checked his watch, "twenty-two 
minutes?"

"Nuh uh," the teen girl said.  "The hour started when she started the 
laundry.  She wasn't working until then.  She has to stay and finish 
it."

Ryan's face lit up.  "Yeah!  That's right."

"Fair enough," Roger conceded.  "But what will you have her do next?"

"Well for one I'm starving," one of the guys stated.  "Maybe you can 
have her make us sandwiches or something."

"Or go out front and mow the lawn," the young woman said.  "I'd pay 
to see that."

"No," Ryan said, "it has to be housework, not gardening.  She's my 
maid.  She can, like, make my bed and vacuum the carpet or wash 
dishes."

"Well that's not very interesting," the girl retorted.  "Put her on 
display.  Make her suffer."

Ryan stepped up to Brenda's defense.  "No, I like Mrs. Young.  She's 
been a good sport.  I don't want her to suffer."

The girl began to taunt and tease, doing a little side to side dance 
and chanting, "Ryan's in love, Ryan's in love."

Ryan blushed and averted his gaze.

"Ooh, he's blushing," the girl continued.  "He is in love.  Do you go 
to bed thinking about those big boobs of hers?  Or do you dream about 
her pussy?"

Ryan's blush deepened.

The girl unzipped her white college football team sweatshirt and 
tossed it onto a chair, then pulled her tight, thin pink top over her 
head and let it fall to the floor.  A moment later she unhooked her 
front clasp bra and pulled the cups aside.  "Whose boobs do you like 
best?" she asked Ryan.

All three of the teen guys behind her reached around and felt her up.  
She danced to the side and slapped their hands away.  "No!" she said.  
"Not for you.  I was asking Ryan.  Ryan, whose boobs do you like 
best?  Hers or mine?"

Roger, guessing the lad might make a mistake due to inexperience, 
leaned over and whispered something into Ryan's ear.  When Ryan 
turned to face his female friend he said, "Well I've felt Mrs. 
Young's tits so I can't compare them until I've felt yours."

The girl looked shocked.  "Ryan!" she said.  "I can't believe you 
just said that.  Oh my god."

Ryan shrugged, armed with useful advice.  "How can I compare them 
until I've had a chance to experience them first hand?"

"Ha ha, first hand," one of the other guys laughed.

"Well forget it," she said, pulling her bra back over her breasts and 
pulling the tiny hooks together.  "I'm not gonna let you feel 'em."  
She bent over and picked up her top, then headed back into the dining 
room.

"What the fuck?" Ryan said in a little more than a whisper to Roger.  
"That wasn't good advice."

"Trust me on this," Roger said with a wink.  "Ask her out this 
weekend or early next week and I guarantee she'll give you another 
chance to answer the question.  She wants to know as much as you 
don't want to tell her.  But next time, when you're alone just the 
two of you, she'll almost certainly let you cop a feel."

The doorbell rang and the boys hurried into the living room to greet 
their nude housekeeper.

"Finally!" Brenda said as the door swung open.  "I've been out here 
for minutes."

"Sorry, we weren't paying attention," Ryan said.

"Yeah, we were busy doing something else," another guy added.

"So did you decide what to have me do next?" Brenda asked, putting 
her hands on her shapely hips and baring herself completely for the 
guys.

"We'd like an after school snack," Ryan stated.  "Can you make us 
some sandwiches?  There's turkey and ham in the fridge."

Brenda sashayed her way into the kitchen and took each guy's food 
order, smirking at the frequent "and two milks" references they made.

"How about a cream pie?" the girl suggested, coming into the kitchen 
at last.

"We don't have any pie," Ryan said, "but I think there's some German 
chocolate cake."

"Never mind," the girl said, rolling her eyes.  "I guess you don't 
get it."

Brenda made the sandwiches slowly, eating up as much time as she 
could and giving all the guys (and that blasted girl) ample time to 
visually examine absolutely every inch of her body.  For some she 
might have been their first real-life nude woman, though she knew 
from personal experience that the whole being clueless about sex 
until you turn eighteen thing which society liked to portray was 
total B.S.

As the teens sat down to eat, Ryan told Brenda, "Just, I don't know, 
tidy up or something until the laundry comes out.  Then I want you to 
make my bed with fresh sheets before you leave."

Brenda flitted about the room, reaching and stretching and bending 
over a lot as she straightened things on side tables and bookshelves.  
She knew the teens were all watching her intently and probably 
weren't even tasting the food they were consuming.

The clock in the kitchen finally indicated it was time for the dryer 
and Brenda went out to bring in the clean laundry.  She used some of 
it to conceal her nudity as she walked back around the house and to 
the front door, carrying shirts over her shoulders, which 
conveniently hung over her breasts.  When she was let inside, with 
Roger following right behind, Ryan led her back to his room where she 
folded his pants and hung his shirts.  He blushed again when she came 
to his underwear in the basket.

Brenda tossed the six pair of undershorts to Ryan, saying, "I know 
how touchy guys get with their shorts.  I'll let you put these 
away."  He did, quickly, and turned back to watch as Brenda bent over 
his bed, her tits hanging down and swaying gently as the reached 
across the bed to pull off his sheets.  She bunched them up and 
placed them into the hamper and then began to lay down the freshly 
laundered set.

Ryan bent down to help her tuck in the sides of the top sheet and 
nervously whispered to her, "I always hoped one day you'd be on my 
bed."

END OF PART 14
You can read more of Sir Render's original adult stories at 
http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/

NOTE:  As of December 2006 I am working on new chapters to add to 
"What Some People Will Do".  I am looking for new ideas and 
directions for the story and have put a feedback form on my website 
if you would like to make suggestions.  Thank you!  Sir Render

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