Chapter 19 by Johanna

Do you do it?

Of course

You think you would freeze and just face the fact your body refuses to move. You are quite wrong, however. Perhaps yesterday's humiliation helped, but you find yourself reaching for your top... No, not comfortably, but confidently enough. At least now you know what is the baseline level of humiliation for the purposes of the show. You also know your hopes of your bra serving as an extra protection layer were in vain.

You lift your jumper well above the top of your breasts, taking long slow breaths. Pressing it to your skin with your thumbs so that it does not fall back, you cup your breasts from above and pop them out of the bra, feeling like your breath is about to stop. It does not. With shocking clarity you can see the face of the rejected candidate, the further away faces in the audience, the unblinking cameras... All looking at the ten pairs of bare breasts, one of which is yours. Your nipples are hardening visibly... And not just from the cool air you have exposed your delicates to.

An eternity later the voice announces "Thank you, ladies", from which you reasonably conclude that five seconds must have passed. Tried not to look too hurried, you restore your clothes. You then exchange amiable goodbyes with Kevin (probably?), who looks like he was adequately compensated for the lost time. He and the other nine people then get up and show assistants move rapidly between tables changing glasses, topping up the girls' water and otherwise making you feel the very idea that you have flashed your breasts for the world to see mere moments ago is ridiculously impossible in such a normal setting.

Except, of course, this is exactly what you have done... And you probably will end up doing much more before the show is over.