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Every year this fraternity would hold this series of shows to raise money for Make a Wish. It was like a variety show with skits and songs and whatnot. And as the president of the Student Council, I’d work with them to get them anything they needed. It usually only amounted to a few props or someone to work the ticket booth.

One of the guys, Scott, was in a few theater productions with me. He was going to do this sketch where he played a used-car salesman. His girlfriend Kat was going to play the girl in the bikini and stiletto heels who holds up a sign.

With her huge pert tits and her tiny waist, she was the perfect choice for the role. And I was sure the idea of her in a bikini would be good for ticket sales.

So, the day before the shows, Scott tells me that he and Kat broke up and she’s refusing to share the stage with him. He wants to know if I can find him a new girl. I asked around and nobody was into it. This show can get a little rowdy, and none of the girls were crazy about the idea.

Finally, Scott floats the idea that I should do it. I immediately say no. I’m the President of the Student Council, and it isn’t dignified to be seen in a position like that.

He makes the point that this would prove how dedicated I was to the cause. He even threw in a not-so-subtle remark about how well I could fill out a bikini.

We went back and forth for a while and I eventually relented. How humiliating.

That night I went home and broke my bikinis out of winter storage. I tried on a strapless black number I was fond of and I had to admit that Scott was right, I could fill out a bikini.

My 36C tits weren’t quite as showstopping as Kat’s but they still looked good. And when I tried on a pair of black heels, my ass looked perfect. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

The night of the first event, a few of the frat guys were surprised to see me backstage. They were about to be even more surprised. I snuck into the women’s dressing room and put on the strapless bikini. And I have to admit, I looked good.

When I walked out, I realized that I really should have brought a robe because all eyes were on me. The entire backstage area was just full of dudes…staring.

Fortunately, the sign was nearby and I was able to hold it up in front of me. Scott swung over and told me I was supposed to hold it over my head. I let him know that the way I was holding ardahan escort it was just fine.

When it was time for the skit, I went out on stage and held the sign. I sexily swayed back and forth, but never held it up over my head. And even though I wasn’t showing much skin, the guys in the audience seemed to be really enjoying it.

But that was nothing compared to the guys off state. I looked over and all the guys were lined up, looking at my ass. I hate to admit it, but when I noticed that I bounced a little more than usual.

When the skit was over, I scooted off stage and into the dressing room. I changed and went straight home. The mix of exhilaration and embarrassment was intoxicating.

The next night, I remembered to bring a robe. As I stood wearing it, waiting to go on, several people told me that I had been the hit of the previous night’s performance.

That didn’t make much sense to me, but Scott was able to explain why. He said that a lot of the people thought I was nude behind the sign. I had been wearing a strapless top, so I could see why they thought that.

I told him that wouldn’t be a problem because the bikini I was wearing tonight had thick straps. This revelation seemed to bum him out.

“Well, let me see.” he said.

I opened up my robe and gave him a good look. He stood there thinking and finally said, “Can we tie the straps a different way?”

I hadn’t thought about it, but I guess we could. It’d be less stable, but it wasn’t like I was doing jumping jacks out there.

I undid the top and moved the straps behind me. I couldn’t get around to tie them, so Scott did it for me.

I put my hands on my hips and said, “What do you think?”

He took his time looking me up and down and said, “Perfect.”

I shed my robe and got ready for action. You could sense a different energy in the room when the robe was off.

I took the stage with my bikini in place. I smiled and swayed back and forth.

Once again, the backstage area was standing room only. I was loving it.

But, as I was rocking back and forth, I could feel my top loosen a bit. Apparently, Scott wasn’t the best knot person.

At first I thought I’d be OK, but then it got real troublesome, real quick. Since it was against the top of my back, gravity was working against it. I tried to hold my breath, but I was fighting artvin escort a losing battle.

What was worse was that we still had five minutes in the presentation.

Finally, I felt it come completely undone.

I hoped that I could kind of hold the top in place with the poster, but it was so flimsy it was no help.

My top slid right off and ended up around my waist. You could hear audible gasps from offstage.

I stood there, holding a poster against my naked tits, half dying of embarrassment, half totally turned on.

I’d glance off stage at these guys just drinking it all in.

When the skit finally ended, I wrapped myself in the poster and walked off stage to a deafening ovation from the guys backstage

I smirked, then snuck off into the dressing room. I was about 30 shades of red and my nipples were rock hard.

A second ovation was waiting me when I left the dressing room and made my way to my car.

So, for the final night, I decided to bring another strapless bikini so we wouldn’t have any more tying incidents.

When I arrived Scott was standing there with an envelope. And weirdly, all of his frat buddies were behind him.

He said, “You’ve been such a good sport that we’ve all chipped in to put together a $4000 donation to the Make a Wish foundation in your name.”

I was genuinely touched. But, as I was about to thank him he said, “Under one condition.”

I gave him a sideways look.

He laughed and said, “$4000 for Make a Wish in your name if we get a repeat of last night.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what he was talking about so I said, “What do you mean?”

“We perform our skit out there, but your bikini top stays here.”

My jaw hit the floor.

He stood there and smiled as a million scenarios ran through my head. This ticked off every box. It’d look great that I raised that much and I’d get to relive the previous night’s fun without anyone thinking I wanted to relive it.

But, it was so dangerous to be out there topless. Anything could happen.

I must’ve been thinking about it a while, because when he asked for my answer it was like being snapped out of a dream.

Before I answered, I wanted to know exact details.

He agreed that if I went out topless, I’d stay behind the sign the entire time, they’d never tell a soul, and $4K would be in my name.

I bodrum escort was on fire

I thought about it, then walked to the dressing room. You could hear the guys buzzing.

I exhaled, then started to peel off my clothes. I stripped to my underwear and stood there holding the bikini.

Finally I just though, fuck it, and threw the top back in my bag

I took my bra off and threw it in there too.

Buuuuut…as I was preparing to put on my bottoms I had a dirty idea.

The guys had already seen 90% of my naked tits and were about to see them again. I was so turned on…I wanted to give them more.

It was then that I decided to leave the bottoms in the bag and just go out in my thong.

However, there was no way I was going to stand out there and wait for my cue. I told them I’d come out when it was time for the skit.

The wait was excruciating. I think I chickened out about a dozen times.

Finally, I was snapped out of it by a knock on the door.

I gathered my composure, held my sign in place and walked out the door wearing just a black thong and stilettos.

The guys were speechless as I strutted onto the stage.

I stood there, holding the sign against my naked tits, my bare ass to an entire fraternity and rocked back and forth.

The dirtiest thoughts went into my mind. What if the sign fell…what if the sign ripped…what if I just tossed the damn thing into the audience and shook my bare tits for the hundreds of guys in attendance?

Scott was having a real tough time with his lines as I swayed back and forth.

Finally the skit came to an end and I wrapped myself in the sign and walked off stage.

The ovation from the guys was insane.

I wanted to give them more, but what was I going to do? Blow all of them?

All the guys gathered around. Scott smiled as he handed me the envelope.

I thanked them all, then turned to go to the dressing room.

Then a little idea popped into my head.

I turned back to them and said, “Oh, you guys forgot your sign.”

And I handed it back to them.

Bare naked tits in front of all of them.

They were speechless.

I stood there with my hands on my hips for a few second, then I retreated to the dressing room.

When I left that night I got another ovation.

I got several invites to the after party, but I thought it was best that I not go. I was already worrying about the reputation I’d just made for myself.

But, they kept their word, nobody ever said anything to me about it. And every now and then another…unique…offer to earn charity money would pop up.

But those are stories for another day.

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