She almost stopped to ask him why. Why he was being so cruel to
her. She'd never done anything to him.
She decided against it. She wanted to get out of the stinking
Men's room.
She took a deep breath and applied the mascara.
"Now turn around, let's see."
Anxious to get out, she did.
Behind Mike, she could see the urinals against the wall,
reminding her where she was. She wanted to run. She stood there holding
her hands together in front of her chest.
Mike held up her little bikini. The straps dangled down.
"Why don't you change into this?"
Relieved to finally be getting out, she walked towards him and began to
reach for it. He pulled it away as she got close.
"Why don't you change right here."
Her heart sank.
She felt her resolve weakening.
"Pl...please let me out of here..."
"I'll tell you what," said Mike, "for now, we'll just put on the
top."
"Pleeeeeease....what if someone comes in?"
"Come on, Kate, or our food's gonna get cold."
"Please...."
"Now you give me the T-shirt," Mike continued, ignoring her plea,
"and I'll give you the bikini top."
She realized there was no way out.
Her eyes nervously looked to the door.
"The sooner you change..."
She looked at him again.
He smiled at her.
"Come on."
She reached down and gripped the bottom of the T-shirt, and
slowly pulled it up, up over her trim stomach.
Her big nude tits popped free. They rose up on her chest as she
pulled the shirt over her head.
She pulled it off and held it in front of her with one hand, and
held out the other.
"Toss it over," said Mike.
She stood for a moment, and then lobbed the shirt to Mike. She
crossed her arm over her chest.
Just then, the door suddenly opened, and in walked one of the
truckers. He was in his fifties, and had a large pot belly that
stretched the buttons on the lower part of the front of his dirty
shirt.
"Whoaa, wad we have here...." he said, surprised.
Kate leaned back against the wall, covering herself as best she
could. Ample amounts of breast bulged through her slender arms.
"Kate here wanted to change," Mike told him casually, "but we
couldn't seem to get into the Ladies room."
The trucker stood mesmerized by the sight in front of him.
He took a deep drag from the cigarette hanging from his mouth.
His eyes squinted slightly.
Kate felt her blood race.
"I hope you don't mind," said Mike with a smile.
"Hell, Nooooooo, son." he replied. He looked back at Kate
cowering in the corner. "Your damn lucky." He smiled, showing several
gaps in his teeth. "And I guess, so am I." He laughed.
They both laughed and just stared at her like they were waiting
for something to happen.
"Please...please can I have the top..." asked Kate, trying to
sound calm.
Mike didn't move.
Neither did the man.
"Boy," said the trucker, "she sure looks stacked."
Mike looked at him and nodded.
"She is.," he replied.
They both looked at her again.
"Show our friend how stacked you are Kate," said Mike finally.
"Please...." she felt panicky.
"Kate," continued Mike, "what happens when you don't follow
instructions?"
She didn't respond.
"What happened earlier today when you didn't follow
instructions?"
She couldn't speak. She realized what he wanted her to say- to
say in front of this gross man. He wanted her to admit that she'd been
spanked, spanked like a child.
"Kate? What happeded?"
She stood there, mortified.
"A...a...ssspanking..." she finally uttered, almost choking on
the word.
"That's right," Mike said. "Now do you want another one, right
here?"
"NOOOOOOOO...please..."
"I didn't think so."
The trucker figured that some game was going on here, but wasn't
exactly sure what to do.
He just stared.
Kate began to panic.
"Now show our friend here how stacked you are."
Her eyes darted back and forth.
She was trapped, and she knew it.
Slowly, her hands began to drop, and her ample breasts came into
view.
"JEEEEESUS..." exclaimed the trucker.
She had to bit her lip to keep from pulling her arms back up.
"Step forward, Kate," said Mike.
She took a step away from the wall.
"Now put your arms behind your back."
She looked worriedly at Mike, and then at the trucker.
Slowly her arms moved around her back, to the back of her jeans.
Her wrists crossed over each other above the back belt loop.
She felt horribly vulnerable, the whole front of her body
exposed.
"Now, jump up and down for us," said Mike.
Oh God.
How could he ask such a terrible thing.
"Please don't ask me..."
"Come on," Mike clapped his hands together.
Kate made a little jump, making her breasts bounce.
"Come ON," Mike clapped his hands together again.
She started to make little jumps.
"Higher!"
She began to jump up and down, making her huge nude tits bounce
and flop around, up and down.
Mike walked up closer and watched.
The trucker did likewise and soon looked on the verge of passing
out. He reached down and rearranged the crotch of his trousers to
accomodate his raging hard-on.
"Nice, aren't they?" said Mike.
The trucker could not speak. He just stood rooted to the spot.
His face was bright
"Okay, you can stop," said Mike finally.
She put her hands up to her face, covering her breasts with her
arms. She fought back the urge to cry. She had never been so humiliated
in her life. She had never even imagined such humiliation was possible.
Mike handed her the little bikini top.
"Here put this on," he said.
Quickly, she turned her back on them and began to put the bikini
top on.
She tied the back, and began to reach around the back of her
neck.
"Here, let me help you," said Mike.
He reached for her shoulders and turned her so that once again
she faced herself in the mirror, with him standing behind her. He
gripped the two strings attached to the narrow strips that went over
her nipples and fasten
ed behind her neck.
He began to pull them taught, so that they fit snuggly over her
breasts.
He pulled tighter, causing her boobs to bulge out below and at
either side of each side of the top. It made it look several sizes too
small.
It looked obscene.
"There we go," he said.
She couldn't look.
"Now, let's go have lunch," he said.
He took her hand, and led her out.
The trucker went into one of the stalls.