Pictures of...Ellen.

“Ooopps, didn’t mean to see that” You say, as you put the miscellaneous items back in the box, and set it once more on the bed.

“Well, you saw it now. Might as well, look” Ellen says as she flips the lid of the box back open. Inside are nude Polaroid pictures of her. In some, Ellen is crawling on her knees and another Ellen is lying on her back nude, with her legs spread open. She is winking at the camera.

“So this is not a secret Bettie Page-like life you have” You ask.

“Why?” She smirks “Want to take a nude picture in a cheerleading outfit?”

“Naaaa, Skirts don’t look good on me” you reply, eliciting a laugh from the blonde coed.

“Long story. Just got these pictures from my X. He was a real jerk. Amy had to sneak in and get them. He threaten to post them on the net. Guess the kinky gal (forgot) to tossed them away” She says.

Then you see one picture that catches your eye.

“Like that one huh?” Ellen says.

In it, a stark naked Ellen stands with her back to the camera, looking back over her shoulder. Both of her hands rest on her ass cheeks. She's smiling brightly, baby blue eyes twinkling.

“Well, I'm surprised. You don’t strike me as someone that shakes your rump”

“Ohhh I can shake it” She laughs.

“Sure, whatever”

“You saying I can’t dance?” Ellen says, proping her hands on her hips.

“Oh, you might be able to dance, I just question if you can dance well”

“Oh really? I'll show you wiseass, give me that Mixed CD, bout to show you little something. I am going to make these pictures seem tame.” Ellen says.

“Ok” you answer, not about to object to see Ellen naked before your eyes.

“Stand up, I'm not going to be the only one dancing. Let’s see how well you dance M.C. Hammer” Ellen says.