They tease her instead.

Once again the Man in Green returned to his game of cards. Roslyn stood to attention while Clara gripped at her God given gifts hoping for the concentration of strangers to lapse. Men and women continued to approach Clara and tease her as she stuttered and blushed.

Both Roslyn and Clara’s humiliation were wielded to further deepen each others shame. Roslyn’s obedient display left Clara appearing a prudish fool, while Clara’s **** attempts to protect her modesty highlighted Roslyn’s vulgar indecency.

“A bit old to be losing games of strip poker aren’t you?” A ginger man around Clara’s age joked to her. “At least you have the body for it. Although your tan lines could use some work.” The ginger man laughed as Clara tried to cover her pale breasts and crotch that revealed the places her otherwise comprehensive tanning had missed.

The Man in Green sternly intervened several times as Clara’s friends or rivals tried to put their arms around her, pull her hands away from her privates, or otherwise deepen her humiliation. Eventually they gave up and plied Clara open with their words instead.

“Why aren’t you behaving like your friend here?” A brunette woman in her early thirties teased Clara. “She doesn’t seem to be embarrassed about her messy garden. Or are you trying to conceal a worse state of affairs of your own down there?” The brunette mocked as she eyed up Roslyn’s hairy pussy.

Clara took the bait. “She is not my friend! and I do a much better job keeping my garden neat,” she prattled indignantly. Despite rounds of teasing Clara still hadn’t learnt to keep quiet. Each time she told someone to piss off, or defended her shame Clara renewed her onlookers interest in her circumstance.

“Then why are you so ashamed of it?” the brunette provoked with a roguish smile.

“I’m not ashamed of it!” Clara shot back at the accusation.

“Why don’t you prove it?” The brunette replied slyly.

“I’m not some kind of pervert who shows my pussy off to anyone who asks.” Clara whispered defiantly.

“Clara my friend, this is not a strip club.” Roslyn suspected from the brunettes tone that she was not considered one of Clara’s friends. “We can all see you’re a pervert who likes to flaunt your body,” the brunette continued. “Or you wouldn’t have stripped off in front of all these strangers in this respectable establishment. You could have at least chosen an appropriate venue.”

No defence emerged from Clara as she bristled with shame.

“Your exhibitionist habit now being a matter of public record-“

“I’m not an exhibitionist!” Clara interrupted with a harsh trill.

“Then put your clothes back on.” The brunette raised a testy eyebrow.

Clara cast an eye to the Man in Green who paid her no mind. “I can’t.” Clara whispered with a note of defeat.

“As I was saying. The only question remaining is why you’re so hesitant to happily embrace this perverted fantasy of yours.”

“And my working theory…” the brunette was now addressing the men around her rather than Clara. “Is that she’s not a natural blonde.”

“You already saw when I took my panties off!” Clara objected.

“You were so quick to cover yourself I didn’t see anything,” the brunette responded with a lazy glance to the men nodding around her.

Clara could not possibly believe the brunette was being genuine. The intent behind her words to further embarrass Clara was so carelessly concealed that even Roslyn felt foolish just listening to it.

For Clara the accusation that she was not a natural blonde stung regardless of authenticity. She could not let those words go unopposed even if it meant giving in to the brunette’s ploy.

With a flick of her wrist Clara revealed the silky strip of blonde hair designed to guide the eyes of her suitors toward her pussy. Before a moment had passed her hand snapped back over her shame.

“See, I’m a natural blonde, now piss off!” Harped Clara.

“You were so quick I didn’t see,” the brunette teased again.

Agonisingly, Clara lifted her hand away from her pussy to display her landing strip and lower lips once more.

“There are you happy!” Clara yelped as she clutched her tits close to her with one hand while she held out the other presenting her pussy to the crowd.

“I stand corrected,” laughed the brunette. “A natural blonde AND an exhibitionist.”

The flash of a camera reminded Clara of her vulnerability and she brought her hand back to its protective position. But not before her blonde pussy was immortalised on film and framed by the pale untanned skin surrounding it.

“No need for that, love. We’ve seen the goods now,” came from the crowd with a wave of laughter in reply. Clara blushed deeply.