Nah

"My access to clothes is not the reason I am naked Mr. W. Thanks, but no thanks. Would you like a picture, so I can finish this stupid dare and move on?" He stood for a long moment just taking in my body with his eyes. My cheeks and knuckles burned, but I did not obstruct his view of my body. What felt like hours, but could have been seconds, finally ended when he simply smiled and responded, "Sure!" It didn't take long for a squealing Ashley to drag my naked body, and a 50 year old man in his pajamas to the porch swing and seat us near each other. There was no christian side hug, she practically threw him down and then me in his lap. Respectfully his hands didn't go straight for anything too sensitive. His right hand wrapped my tummy remarkably gently, while his left gripped gently onto my thigh. Without time to react I just looked at Ashley who was holding her phone and snapping pics, while I put on the saddest portrayal of a smile to ever exist. A picture my ass, she was snapping for 3 minutes all the while subtly manipulating me and the older man. After she made his hand land on my breast and I suddenly felt like I was sitting on rebar, I made the conscious decision to call this photo-op complete. With mild difficulty I peeled his hands from my breast and thigh, and stood up. I just stood there and silently listened while Ashley got his email so he could receive my photos. A bet is a bet, and this one is done. I didn't resist after pleasantries were exchanged and I once again found myself being dragged down the road.

My knees were shaky as the sound of distant, but ever increasing highway traffic punctuated the night. We were not walking away from civilization. This was a fact made abundantly clear as the glowing sign of a locally owned gas station illuminated the night. I just went back to the old routine. Watch my boobs jiggle, hear my feet slap, and no matter what, don't focus on the brightly lit gas station your sister is dragging you to, or the 2 men currently using its pumps to refuel their vehicles. "It's just skin," I tell myself as it becomes abundantly clear our approach is not secret. I was clocked half a block away from the station. First the men looked on with mild curiosity, expecting me to disappear into the night like a fever dream. When my soft flesh did not try to avoid or circumnavigate this petrol oasis the calls and whistles started to manifest. Three camera phones were already recording by the time I set my first foot on the property. Smile and walk, was all I could think to do as my sister lead me to the stations door.

"Hi, can we play our game here for a few minutes?" Ashley asked the attendant, an older Indian man who was more interested in the goings on of the men at the pumps than the naked woman 5 feet in front of him. This, I appreciated. "You buy something, you can do whatever you want." Came a simple and curt reply. Ashley dragged me to a cooler filled with energy drinks. I ignored the effect the opening coolers had on my nipples, but for the first time the attendant seemed interested in us. I tried to ignore it. "Girl, it is almost 4 AM, we are going to need one of these in the morning." I tried not to think about what it meant being half a mile from home, an hour from dawn, naked as the day I was born, 4 hours until school, and no immediate end to my journey. Suddenly I felt like someone walked over my grave. Ashley sat me at a table near the entrance, purchased our drinks, and returned to set up our game. The table was used to fill out lotto and keno cards, and was scattered with golf pencils and half filled out lotto cards. I suddenly found myself asking, "Ashley, how much worse is this going to get, and when can we call it? I'd like to graduate high school." I never broke eye contact. Ashley passed me an energy drink and said, "According to the rules YOU agreed too, it goes on until you WIN one! That being said, I'm pretty tired too, and am thinking maybe 1 more stop after this." I nodded. After tonight's events, it seemed as fair as I could expect. If I kept losing, she could march my ass down main street at noon, and I'd let her, because I will not welch. For the first time all night I actually smiled. My sister was human after all. Alright parking lot drunks, enjoy your videos, it's certainly the only chance you'll get. After a final shuffle, and passing me 25 pennies, she began her deal.