They let Kate pull her T-shirt back down for the ride, but made her put
the soggy blindfold back on. She had never before been out without a
bra on, and she felt cheap. She could feel her big breasts jiggling
under her T-shirt. That it was a white one made it even worse, as she
could just imagine how clear her nipples must show through.
Mike still had her bra draped over his shoulder and that made her
feel even worse, like it was a saddle, like she was property. She'd
thought he might give it back to her after making her do that rude
display, making he
r jiggle her breasts for them, but he hadn't. He just told her she
could pull her shirt down.
Her bottom stung from the spanking, but it wasn't too bad. It
was just hot.
Even though it was Mike who was making her do all of these
horrible things, she realized that she was actually more frightened of
the other three guys, especially Jack and Ken. Ken hardly said a word.
He just stared at h
er with those dark eyes, making her flesh crawl. He even looked to her
like the kind of guy who used drugs. They both really gave her the
willies.
She didn't know how she could possibly face them again in school
after being so humiliated. Her face flushed at the thought. After
having to bare her breasts, and even being forced to pull down her
pants and her panties
for a spanking.
She realized that the best way out of this was just to do as Mike
said and pray for it to be over. The thought of those pictures going
around school was unthinkable. What would her parents say? Even worse,
what would her
father say?

As they drove along, the guys again talked amongst themselves,
though every once in a while, one of them would bring up the scene in
the parking lot, and she would be reminded all over again. Her bottom,
and her face, wo
uld burn.

"Anyone getting hungry?" asked Mike.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind a burger," said Jack.
The other two guys agreed.
"Say Ken, pull into that Happy Diner" said Mike.
She felt the car slow down and pull in. It came to a stop.
"Okay, Kate off with the blindfold."
She pulled it off and blinked a few times to get adjusted to the
light. She saw that they were in the parking lot of a typical looking
American greasy spoon diner.
"Say, Kate," said Mike, "since you didn't like traveling in your
bra, I think you brought a swimsuit, didn't you?"
Oh God. She realized what swimsuit it was.
"Y..yeah," she said reluctantly.
"It's such a nice day out, why don't we have you change into
that?"
She didn't respond.
"Lets go," said Mike.
They all climbed out of the car, and Mike pulled Kate around to
the rear. He opened the trunk and pulled out her bag. She watched him
as he went through it, finding one then the other piece of the suit.
He whistled when he saw it.
"Whew, that's a nice one, Kate."
She blushed bright red.
"It's not really mine..."
Mike smiled at her. He reached over and held the top up over her
chest where it would fit when on.
"Well, it'll look just great on." He smiled at her. She looked
away from him.
He looked at her face, and then went back to the bag. He pulled
out the little make-up bag that Caroline had left.
"We need to spruce you up a little bit."
He pulled the trunk shut and walked her into the restaurant.
The Happy Diner looked like a converted truck stop. There were
two rows of booths to the right and a long counter to the left. It was
pretty slow. There were a few trucker type guys sitting at the counter
and a family in
one of the booths. The men went quiet when they saw Kate, and their
eyes followed her across the room. She wondered if they could see her
nipples through the T-shirt.
Mike lead them to the rear of the diner, and they all piled into
the booth at the back.
Kate was not very hungry, and every time she made eye contact
with one of the guys he would smile at her, making her feel sick. She
stared at the formica tabletop.
Mike ordered cheeseburgers and milkshakes for everyone.
"Well," Mike said after the waitress had taken their
orders."Let's see what we can do to spruce Kate up." He slid out and
stood up. Still holding her suit and the bag, he offered Kate his free
hand.
She took it and slid out.
A couple of the men at the counter watched the two of them as
they got out together.
The two of them went down a short hallway, and when they got to
the restrooms, Mike walked up to the door that said "Men's." Someone
had taken a blue magic marker and drawn an erect penis on the "man"
symbol on the door.
Mike looked at it and smiled.
"Think this guy has seen you?"
Kate looked at the floor.
Mike opened the door and looked inside.
"Before you go change, let's get you looking good," he smiled. He
motioned to Kate to go inside- into the Men's room.
She stopped and stared through the open doorway.
"Please...don't make me go in there..." she said.
"Come on Kate, don't make a scene, or I guarentee it's gonna get
real crowded."
She realized he was right, and reluctantly walked in.
To the right along the wall was a counter with two sinks in it
with a long mirror mounted above it. To the immediate left there were
four unrinals. At the back were two stalls with the doors taken off.
The pungent smell
of disinfectant assaulted her nose.
Mike lead her towards the corner where the counter with the sinks
met the far wall. He stationed her in front of the mirror and opened
up the little bag.
She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her eyes were
red and puffy. She could clearly see the outlines of her nipples
through the T-shirt. The sight of herself made her almost start crying.
Mike walked into one of the stalls and ran some toilet paper off
of the roll. He pulled it into two wads and ran one under the cold tap.
"Come here," he said.
She turned to face him.
"Close your eyes."
She did.
He gently pressed the cold wad of tissue over her eyes.
She gasped a little as the coldness of it.
Her full lips parted slightly.
She felt suddenly uncomfortable with his nearness
She felt aware of her breasts covered by just the thin T-shirt.
She wondered if he was staring at them.
At any minute someone could come walking in.
She tried not to think about it.
Mike dabbed both of her eyes, and then just held the cold wad of
tissue in place for a few seconds over each eye. He then wiped away the
moisture with the dry half.
She felt his hand move her chin.
"Now, keep your eyes closed," he said.
She heard him fumble around in the make-up bag.
He pulled out a liquid eyeliner.
"Now keep still," he said.
He pointed the tip of the brush into the corner of her left eye
and painted a thin dark line across the edge of her upper eyelid, just
along the line of the lashes. He then did the same for the other eye.
He waited a moment, letting it dry.
"Here, put some of this on," he said, handing her a lipstick.
She took it and noticed it was one of Carolines. It was a deep
yet bright red.
She was stunned at the effect the eyeliner had. It made her look
even more like an Italian movie star- or more like a Playboy model.
Quickly, nervous that someone would come in, she rolled out the
stick and began to put on the lipstick on her full lips, struggling to
do it as unsuggestively as possible.
"Great," said Mike, staring at the result. Her full sensuous
mouth seemed even bigger bright red.
He took the lipstick
"Here's the finishing touch," he said and handed her the mascara.
"Look," he said, "it's the waterproof kind, just like the
eyeliner."