Stripping Away The Guilt

Maggie didn't know what to do with herself. She paced around her private sleeping tent, unable to sleep. Her poor heart was pulling her in a whole new direction. She had never known this feeling she felt for Jimmy before. She and Stanley had come here to manipulate the freaks but...well, they weren't freaks at all! But she had always been a con-artist, and a master of her craft. That had to be the only reason her guise stood. She was good at it, was she not?

What she wasn't good at, as of late, was....

well it started with her shoes.

Odd place to start a story, isn't it?

Maggie was a spirited girl, but she certainly wasn't a flower goddess or a hippie. Which is why the disappearance of her shoes on so many occasions was baffling her. Just the other day while watching rehearsal she had been toying with the dirt below her seat, drawing a circle with her toe when- it occurred to her that she was barefoot. Spying her discarded shoes, Maggie shyly hid her pretty unpainted toes inside them again.

The rehearsals ended, and as she got up and walked away, she noticed the others snickering. That was when she noticed the dirt beneath her feet again.

She must have looked so silly, walking away without her shoes like a child!

But that had been nothing compared to the incident with Jimmy. Talking to him had become....strenuous. Maggie didn't know what this thing gnawing at her heart was, but it made her squirm and play with the bottom button on her modest green shirt.

She tried to listen but it's all she could focus on. Which is why it was particularly funny- really unfunny- that she didn't notice until Jimmy's eyes lingered that her entire bare tummy was exposed.

Why, just button or two more and it would have been her silky white bra marching out to the world and.....

Maggie was so humiliated. She stripped down from her day clothes and pulled on thin white sleeping gown, and hopped into bed. But she was humiliated. And something else.

Which is why, no matter how she tried to sleep that night, she found herself tossing and turning.

But she could only take so much, and she did doze....

burning.

What was burning?

Maggie awoke with a start to the cold air of Jupiter, Florida.

Her eyes flickered open and she saw the unmistakable blaze of a fire, felt the warm fingers of it's heat just out of reach.

She stood and brushed the dirt from-

Her hands settled on bare hips.

Maggie looked down to be greeted by two very exposed breasts capped with rosy nipples, a cute tummy and bellybutton, generous hips and bare legs. Her shoulder length blonde hair danced around her shoulders and neck, tickling them slightly.

Apparently, ALL of Maggie had awoken to the cold of Jupiter, Florida.

Maggie stifled a scream and failed as she spied the remnants of a white dressing gown between the flames.

Knowing this would only bring trouble, two slender legs carried her behind a tent where the now nude young woman waited, uncertain. Shivering, she wrapped one arm around her front, cradling her bare breasts, while her other hand found her freezing naked pussy.

Yes, Maggie was in trouble. Maggie needed help.

And Maggie had not a stitch of clothing on her person.

Things were looking very, very humiliating indeed.

Which is why Maggie inwardly squealed when...