Punching Tickets

I manage to remain casual, even as my mind ponders what she would seek of me to do; even as I enjoy my experience with my new husband, I nonetheless find myself concerned about having her request would be more of the same, with me being pounded high above them by yours truly. Swallowing hard, I decide to speak up before it gets awkward,

Nodding, "Yess... yess! I'm ready to serve whatever you want. I'm bound to serve and will do my best too..." I stop speaking, seeing her suave grin shining from her face as she puts her right hand up for me to stop.

Looking away briefly, she giggles aloud, "No, thanks for the theatrics, but no, nothing dramatic on your first day. I'm just going to have you take tickets at the entrance... Think you can handle that, nakie Midge Barbie?"

I felt my lips curl upward, finding my turn to look away, as I let out a soft chortle of my own amusement. I cough to cover it up as best as I could, waving my right hand before me, my breasts bouncing softly. "Sure, yess... of course I can. Lead the way."

She smirks at me, looking me over under tight scrutiny, as if suddenly unsure of something. "Great. Glad to hear it. I'll show you the way... Don't forget, you're not getting any accessories... I mean clothes, while you work the ticket stand... that won't be a problem, will it?"

Nodding, I felt myself smile widen, jumping in place, noticing several people doing a double take as my breasts bounce, ass shakes before them erotically. "No! No... of course not! I got filled in; that's my expected role last night. ... One I'm ready and eager to perform, I swear!"

Putting on my best excited expression, I strangely find myself actually enjoying the idea, even knowing so many will be seeing my nakedness before them. She simply nods, looking down at a clipboard and back at me. Nodding, she scratches something down before waving at me, "Alright, follow me, please, nudist Bell."

She turns and starts walking along, and I quickly follow along, having to rush to stand by her right side, my breasts bouncing feebly, ass shaking as I move. My hips act like I'm on a runway, each step moving wide before the last, swinging wide, as if I'm putting on a show. ' Maybe I'm enjoying this exposure thing more than I'd have expected... but then, I'd better! I just signed up to remain that way, forever!'

She lets out a chortle, never looking my way, even as the sound is clearly meant for me. Soon we're by a tooth, with a roof, and three sides exposed to the world, and from about knee-high height on up. I swallow hard, glancing over at Bret, and back to her, nodding. I step into both, the little door squealing loudly, despite its small size, and stand in the small, enclosed space.

I let out a sigh, somehow enjoying the idea of being so exposed, and nod once. She stands before me. "Prices are there, rules are there.. You should be able to stand for the day, but if you need, there's a stool available. Enjoy having your every curve, feature and flaw in open blast for every Dick and Jane who visits for the day, Stripper Rabbit."

She pauses, as if expecting to get a rise out of me for her comments, before nodding, scratching something else down, "I'll be by later to check up on how you're doing. The carnival is about to start, and I've got a lot to check up on before then. See ya later, sailor nephe."

I nod, letting out an amused note once she's away, my shoulders dropping as I finally allow myself to relax. Bret looks me over once, his eyes landing on my exposed body, likely something rather risqué to look at. "Don't worry, you'll do fine. You already managed getting frisky before everyone who works and lives here... what's a little nudity before strangers, aye?"

I smile, nodding back, "Thanks... see you later?" to which he gives me a peck on the cheek. Eliciting a giggle from me, as I smile at the suddenness of his touch.

"I'll make sure of it, toots.", and he slaps me on the ass before walking away, quieter, taken by himself. I get barely a moment to breathe, as a pair of young men walk up, "Welcome... what will be your pleasure, hmm?"

They made a catcall, the one on the left blowing their body, as though laughing aloud. It takes them a moment to catch their breath and regain their composure, during which one of them shouts, "I name a few pleasures I 'd like to have with you!" and bursts out once more, doubling over.

I manage a gentle smile, regaining my composure as they enjoy their raunchy humour, feeling their stares intently even as they buy the tickets and move on. "Dang, I know the show would be good if that's the opening act!" one of them declares as they head off.

Not long behind, others show up, and before them, and anyone else in the vicinity, I'm openly visible and exposed, my every curve on open display. As I work, I manage to enjoy myself, handing out tickets and answering questions, even as I wonder what else they will have for me.