Show us the goods

"Show us what you've got," April stated simply, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Wh- what?"

Lauren couldn't quite believe what had just been said.

"You heard me well enough," was the response, "I want a proper look at my big ol' babysitter's grown up body."

April paused then said: "And you're not going anywhere until you show me. I'm sure there's a few pictures of you we could put out there, if you need an extra reason."

April wasn't actually sure if anyone had got a good pic of Lauren or not but Lauren didn't know either!

All the rest of April's friends were quietly giggling and nudging each other, but otherwise just staring at Lauren, waiting to see what she'd do next.

For her part Lauren was trying to calm down as best she could and reason things through in her mind. Sure, these drunk strangers had already seen her naked but it was a just glimpse - barely a couple of seconds - and they might not be sure what they'd seen. How could she, Lauren, the perfect woman, expose herself to these children for what she really was: flat chested, almost childlike - and this time do so voluntarily and almost certainly for more than a few seconds, allowing her voyeurs to take in every little detail. It was unimaginable, but then what if they did have pictures of her? What if they kept her here as their plaything all night and even more people ended up seeing her in this state?

If she did what April said it would be humiliating for Lauren, but if she was lucky then she might just limit the knowledge of her true body to the people gathered here... the people that were still staring at her now, waiting for an answer.

"Well," asked April, her grin now having faded to a superior smirk, "what's it gonna be?"