Life as a good little girl/Come out from the hedge and see what this girl wants
From Create Your Own Story
Deciding to embrace your daring spirit - think of how great this will sound when you tell Tiffany! - you rise up to your feet, casually brush imaginary - and not so imaginary - bits of dirt and grass from your body.
"Ooh, I was just thinking I might have imagined you," the woman says. "Come out into the light."
Pasting a sexy smile on your face and adding a little wiggle to your step you manage to walk the length of the hedge in spite of your knees threatening to either knock together or give out entirely. You plant yourself under the streetlight, arms akimbo and hips cocked, going for the saucy fearless look.
"Like this?" you ask the woman. The light from the streetlight above you doesn't reach her, and with her car facing the other way you can only see that she seems to be slim. You turn in a circle, ending with your back to her. "Or like this?"
"Saucy, aren't you, naked girl?"
Hearing her say that brings a flush to your face, but in spite of your utter embarrassment you know you have to to bear it and even push the envelope.
Turning back to her you lean back so that both hands are on the pillar, leaving you at a slight angle with your chest thrust out and your legs spread.
"Aw, your little nips look so hard. I bet they ache so much they feel like they're gonna burst." How'd she know, you wonder, but she goes on. "And look between your legs. So shiny, you juice practically running down your thighs. You must like being naked. Or do you like being caught?"
"Yes," you say a little throatily. "I love being naked. It's such a thrill." Was that believable? You thought it would be something Tiffany would say. You, well, you feel so weird. Humiliated, yet you can't remove your hands from the pole or move out of the light, no matter how much you want to. It's like you're waiting for something. Permission? Orders? No no, it couldn't be that.
"So why don't you tell me where a little mynx like you is going naked at this time of night?" she asks, her voice oddly familiar.
Could she be someone you know? Surely not anyone from school. Tiffany and you both have to take the bus to school when your parents don't give you rides. You're almost the first the bus picks up. That's how you and Tiffany met, and why you became friends. It's probably just your imagination.
With a smirk on your face you eye her up and down. Or at least you try to. The road curves behind her and doesn't have any lights nearby other than the one you're standing on. The result is a total lack of night-vision for you and complete anonymity for her.
"Oh, just wandering around, looking for places I'm not familiar with," you say. Somehow you don't really want to tell this stranger that you live around here. Better to let her think you're unfamiliar with the neighborhood. "I was going into the park," you add, indicating with your chin the dark park across the street. With the lamps all out - or broken - it's pitch black. But you know from seeing it during the day that it's not a park you'd ever have played in as a kid. The equipment looks a little rusted, with graffiti on it, and the trees are neglected and overgrown. Why the town hasn't done anything about it is a mystery, but right now it's your shortcut to Tiffany's. Without cutting through it and the ravine behind it you're trip would double, adding an extra fifteen minutes.
"Really?" she seems to straighten. "Are you looking for action?"
Action? What does that mean? "I'm always looking for action. Especially the hot and sweaty kind."
"Somehow I'm not surprised. You haven't budged from that pole. I was starting to think you were slut."
Why would she think that? Why were people today just assuming the worst about you? Still, it's a Tiffany moment if ever you've heard one. "I AM shameless," you assure her with a wink. "A completely shameless whore."
"A... whore?" she sounds interested. "Do you mean..."
"I sell my body for money," you say with a nod and a proud smile, even though you're dying of humiliation inside. Damn Tiffany, this is all her fault! Your pussy, however, clenches, and you feel a small squirt of liquid. Did you just piss yourself? "Real cheap, too. My friend says it's because I'm a dirty slut, so I have a hard time remembering to get the money. Or keep my legs shut," you say with a giggle that threatens to turn manic. You're vibrating so badly from nerves you feel like your teeth will chatter if you keep talking. Which of course you do. "I've done three gangbangs this week!"
The woman doesn't respond for a long moment, though you thing she might have stiffened. You damn Tiffany again.
"Well then. You'd have lots of fun if you headed into the park there. Make sure to go through the broken fence. Or..." her voice gets all throaty. "I'd be happy to give you a ride."
"A ride?" you repeat, looking from her to the dark park.
"Absolutely," the stranger purrs. "I'd like to. Come on you."
This is so awesome! You can get a ride from her. If you walked the long way it'd take you 15 minutes, doubling the trip. If you went through the park it'd take just fifteen, but getting a car ride would take only five!
But... something about her voice seems familiar - and kind of creepy. You can't place why, but you're a little reluctant to go with her. After all, with you standing under the street lamp the light's probably shining in her eyes, ruining her night vision too, so she wouldn't be able to see you very well, would she? Thinking about it that way makes you wonder if she'd recognize you if you got closer. Maybe it'd be better to just walk. Or take the park route. She makes it sound like it would be exciting. But she hasn't given you permission to leave...
Life as a good little girl/"I'd love for you to give me a ride"
Life as a good little girl/"I think I'll go through the park and have some fun."
"Thanks, but then no one would see me. I'll walk the long way."
