By SuperEvil
superevil7@protonmail.com
Copyright 2025 by SuperEvil, all rights reserved
[4,390 words]
* * * * *Part 4
It was even worse than I had imagined!
There were about half a dozen students from our school that we were
going to be working with today, four boys and a girl. The girl I knew
pretty well. Beverly Scottsdale was about as stuck up as they came. She
was the type to shake your hand with one hand while stabbing you in the
back with the other. Not only that, but if Beverley found out something
about you, something that you didn't want others to know, then you
could expect it to be spread everywhere within hours. And now here I
was, forced to work naked in front of her!
“Angela!” She
called my name, or maybe sang would be more accurate, as soon as she
saw me. She and the boys from our school came rushing over just as fast
as they could towards me, and I could feel that familiar burning in my
cheeks. “Hi, Angela! Lovely costumes for this picture, don't you
think?” She was already changed into one of those old-timey, overly
large dresses, while the boys were dressed in those suit looking
things. I never really took the time to learn what those kinds of
clothes were called. I was much more concerned about how naked I was in
front of them. The fact that she was bringing up our costumes was not
lost on me, as I knew she was making fun of the fact that I was naked.
She was drawing attention to her clothes just to make me jealous of her
being covered, and I'll admit, it was working.
The boys were
eagerly looking me over at the same time, and with Anthony by my side,
I was being made to let them. You see, he had taken hold of my arms at
the wrists, reaching one arm behind my back while still standing beside
me, in order to prevent me from covering up. Therefore, my naked front
was plain as day for them to examine and enjoy, and they certainly
looked like they were enjoying themselves! The four boys, Scotty,
Rubin, Peter, and Charlie; four boys I had shared so many classrooms
with throughout the years, were now getting to look at me in a way few
had ever seen before! I felt like I was going to faint as their grins
seemed to draw more near to me!
“Don't girls usually grow hair over their?...” One of the boys asked, I think Charlie, and he pointed between my legs!
I felt like I was going to die! Beverly started laughing, and the boys
soon joined her in her laughter, and here I was just feeling mortified!
“They usually do!” I heard her say.
“Angela has to be shaved
for the picture.” Anthony explained, like he was helping. “The girls
are meant to look young, younger than they really are, so that their
nudity comes across more innocent in the film. Why, if Angela looked
like she was 14 years old in the picture, then our characters would
probably be rushing to help her cover up, but since she's still a
little baldie down there, it's a lot more understandable why we'd keep
her from getting dressed.”
“But I am 14!” I don't know why I
made such a whine to them about my age, but I did. It was like I was
experiencing what my character in the film was meant to be
experiencing, and none of them were going to help me and give me any
clothes to wear! I suddenly realized that they really weren't, as they
all started laughing at me for my little complaint. They were going to
milk this situation where I had to be naked in front of them for all it
was worth, just like the school kids were going to do to my character
just as soon as we started shooting! I was an amusement to them, having
to bare my private parts, while they got to rub my nose in it!
“Why, Angela, that's good! If I didn't know any better, I'd really
believe you're embarrassed to be naked in front of us!” Beverly
commented, but I knew she could tell that I was truly embarrassed about
this current situation. Her words were to let me know that, and to let
me know just how amused she was about me being ashamed to be naked in
front of her and the boys.
“I don't think Angela is that good
of an actor!” Anthony laughed, and the others joined in. “Don't get me
wrong, she's a great actress, but if she could blush like this on
command, then she'd be saving it for when we're shooting, and not doing
it in front of all of you!”
I could feel myself shuddering
because of their teasing. “Come on. Knock it off. I'm just getting into
character for my scenes. Really!” I tried to defend myself. I finally
managed to pull myself free from Anthony's grasp, and stumbled a little
closer to my other classmates. With every fiber of my being, I wanted
to cover up my private parts from them, but I knew if I did, then that
would just confirm that I was truly embarrassed, and they would pounce
on me like a pack of wolves. So, instead, I stood up straight in front
of them, folded my arms behind my back, and tried to give them my movie
star smile that my mother had made me practice for years.
“Really?” Beverly seemed skeptical, but I could tell that my actions
had broken her certainly about how embarrassed I really was. “You're
really not embarrassed about being naked in front of five boys you go
to school with?”
“Beverly, dear.” I put on one of those
pompous California accents I had heard other actors and actresses use
around me from time to time. “It's called method acting. When you're a
big movie star like me, you can't afford to be embarrassed. Actresses
can't afford modesty, you see. Why, there are stagehands and crewmen,
and wardrobe producers, and all sorts of other people moving through
the dressing rooms constantly. It'd be impractical for me to get
embarrassed about someone seeing me less than dressed.” I don't know
where that had come from, but it certainly sounded good to me! It
really seemed to stun Beverly, too, because her mouth was just hanging
open as she stared at me. The boys, all but Anthony, were nodding their
heads at me, apparently buying everything I had just said. It was
probably my best performance that day, and the cameras weren't even
around to capture it!
“Oh, Angela! There you are!” I was saved
from having to keep up this performance by Director Thomas. He
approached us with a smile, giving Anthony a light pat on the back when
he was close enough. “Have you introduced yourself to all the extras?”
“Umm, no sir.” I shook my head, remembering that was what I was
supposed to be doing. “These are classmates of mine from school.”
“Yes, yes. That's fine. Now go introduce yourself to those younger kids
over there.” He pointed, obviously annoyed with me wasting time. He
probably thought I was just standing here gossiping with my friends. I
started to move away, but he caught my hand. “I almost forgot. In the
scenes where you're sneaking around, I want you to try and face the
camera as much as you can when talking. That way we can hopefully get
some good shots of your nipples, and maybe even your belly button. Got
it?”
“Yes sir.” I could feel my blush return, as my classmates
started to snicker at me. Why did he need to get shots of my nipples!?
Then I remembered what he had said yesterday, about using my body to
sell that all three of us leading girls were naked. My nipples were
apparently going to be the key to that!
My nipples were the
least of my worries as I approached the group of younger children.
There were around a dozen, boys and girls, probably between the ages of
6 to 12. One of the stagehands, a rare woman stagehand, had been given
the job of keeping them busy until we started shooting. Many of them
were seated in the make believe classroom desks that had been set up.
As I approached, they all turned towards me, and I felt like I was
suddenly my character again. In a later scene, after our characters are
caught, the teacher of the school makes us come to the front of the
school house, and stand in front of everybody while holding a
schoolbook on top of our heads! I didn't have any schoolbooks, but I
was naked from head to toe in front of them, just as my character would
be. “Hi…” I made a diminutive wave at them.
“She's naked!” One
of the boys called as soon as I got his attention. “She's naked!”
“She's naked!” “She's naked!” Others joined in. They weren't chanting
at me. I think most of them were genuinely surprised by my nudity. They
each seemed to need to call out that I was naked as soon as they
noticed, and if they weren't doing that, then they were laughing at me
full stop! Surely they had been told about my nudity!?
“Quiet!
Quiet!” The woman stagehand shouted, and I was surprised that she
actually got them to calm down. “Yes, Angela is naked. She's going to
be this way all day on set, but I expect for you all to be respectful
of her, even if she's naked.”
“Why is she naked? Those other
two girls we met earlier weren't really naked.” One of the older
looking girls asked, scrunching up her face like she was mad at me.
“In order to shoot this film, one of the girls really has to be naked, and Angela volunteered.” The woman explained.
“Volunteered?? My daddy says only loose girls show off their body this
way!” She really was mad at me! She got up and stood right in front of
me, looking me dead in the eye. “Are you a prostitute?!”
“What?!? I!...” I felt my face burning, as this little girl of probably
only 11 years old judged me! “I most certainly am not!” I fired back at
her, stomping my foot the same way as I had done yesterday.
“Are you getting paid to be naked?” She asked smugly.
“Well, I… Yeah, but!...”
“Then you're a prostitute!” She declared, as if the matter was settled.
I don't know why I felt the need to defend myself to this random extra,
but anger was boiling up inside of me. “Now you listen here! I'm not a
prostitute! Prostitutes have sex with people for money! I'm just naked!
I'm an actress! Understand!”
The girl just shrugged at me and
went to sit down. “You're naked with a bunch of boys, and my daddy said
being naked with a boy is what sex is. It seems like you're having sex
with a lot of boys today.” She was so smug that I could feel myself
turning purple. I wanted to slap that young girl so much, but I stopped
when the stagehand finally got the attention back to herself.
The kids seemed to quiet down as she explained what I was to do for the
first scene, and what she wanted them to do. For most of that time, I
just stood there naked, letting them look at every bit of me. It was
when the stagehand asked if there were any questions that my
embarrassment returned.
“What's that thing in between her
legs?” One of the young boys asked. Reflexively, I looked down, and
spread my feet a little to try and get a look at what he was talking
about. I was worried about there being some kind of spider or insect on
me.
“There's nothing between my legs!” I called at him,
annoyed, as I pulled my thighs up and away from each other, in order to
really be sure there was no creepy crawly on me.
“Almost
nothing, but you've got a line there!” The boy said, and I suddenly
realized what he was talking about. “What's that line?”
“That's my private parts, you silly boy!” I said. I was so shocked that
I just stared at him, still holding my thighs apart, and unwittingly
giving him a full view of my entire line, as he called it.
“Girls don't have privates like us.” Another boy told him.
“Girls have private parts, they're just mostly on the inside.” The
stagehand explained, making an apologetic look at me. “If any of you
are curious, I'm sure Angela wouldn't mind if you took a closer look at
her private parts.”
“What!? But!!” I complained, but nobody heard me as a stampede of young children rushed closer to me.
They all stood in a semicircle around me, staring right in between my
legs. Even the girl that had called me a prostitute had come up to get
a closer look, the hypocrite! I still hadn't moved, so it looked as if
I was deliberately showing myself off for them!
I hadn't
noticed, but the female stagehand had moved behind me, and she
surprised me when she reached around me and pulled open my lower lips
in front of everyone! “Here you see, the female anatomy is kept tucked
inside for the most part. Near the top is the clitoris. The outer lips
are called the labia majora, and the inner pink ones the labia minora.
Down near the bottom is a hole called the vagina, and it might be tough
to see, but she has a smaller hole above that called the urethra, where
urine comes from.” She took my hands and made me hold myself open for
them, and like a boob, I just did it!
“Ewww!” A few of the girls giggled at the mention of pee.
I just felt frozen, and somehow compelled to let these younger kids get
a good look at my most private parts. It was then that I noticed
Anthony and the other boys, along with Beverly, had moved to stand
across from me. As each kid took their turn getting a close up look at
me, they moved out of the way to let the others have their turn. Soon
enough, Anthony, Scotty, Rubin, Peter, and Charlie all had their own
turn getting a closer look at my bared and spread private parts! And
then Beverly was the one to get the last look, when the others moved
away.
“Well, Angela,” she was smirking again, as she got a
good, long look at the insides of my vulva. “You may be used to people
walking in on you half undressed, but surely you're not going to tell
me that this kind of exposure is an everyday occurrence for you.” I
just shook my head at her, feeling small. “I thought so.” She got
closer to my face, smiling the entire time. Then she pinched my cheek!
“That's a grand, genuine blush you've got on your face! I love it! If
you're going to do method acting, then I think you should keep in mind
that five boys from our class have now seen every inch of your sex.”
She patted my cheek and giggled. “Of course, I'm going to have to tell
everyone at school just how cute you looked when you exposed everything
to them. I’m sure everybody is going to be dying to see your picture
after I do! Well, toodeloo!” She said, skipping away from me, to take
her place on set.
Part 5
My body sock clad co-stars
were still refusing to talk to me between takes, as we began shooting
for the day. They still were under the impression that I was trying to
upstage them by appearing naked for the rest of the film. Because of
their spurned attitudes, they begin doing things in order to make me
uncomfortable and prolonging my embarrassment. It started small. We
were doing the scene where we sneak into the back of the schoolroom. I
was in front, followed by Sandra, and bringing up the rear was Wendy.
The three of us were hunched over, and our characters weren't meant to
have been spotted yet.
“You should see Angela's bottom
from this angle. Maybe the camera should follow her closely for a
take?” Sandra suddenly suggested after the director had called cut one
time. The kid extras really seemed to laugh and giggle about that, but
the director thought it was a great idea. So I found myself doing one
more take on my own, my only companion now the giant movie camera
pointed at my butt! After the take, Sandra came up to me all smugly and
said, “Your pussy was peeking out from between your legs in the first
take. I hope the camera was able to capture a good shot of it in
close-up.” I could feel my face turning bright red at that news, and
couldn't believe that Sandra had gone so far to leave me exposed like
that on camera! “What's the matter, Angela?” She asked, pleased with
herself, seeing me wearing my embarrassment on my sleeve.
Metaphorically, of course, as I had no sleeves to speak of at the time.
“Isn't this what you want, to be the big star of the film?” She walked
away before I could even respond.
While I was expecting it
from Sandra, I wasn't expecting that Wendy would try to embarrass me
too, but that's exactly what she did. In between takes, she started
bringing our male extras and co stars over to talk to me any chance she
got. I could tell that she was getting a kick out of the way the boys
kept staring at my naked body. She pulled them over, all smiles, and
then get a wicked grin as I had to stand there, answering the chit-chat
that the boys would come up with as an excuse to keep talking to me.
The worst was every time she got one of the boys from my class, as they
seemed exceptionally interested in getting as many looks at me as
possible. By this time, I had given up completely in trying to cover
myself. I was going to be fully naked in the movie, and it seemed my
lot was to be fully naked in front of everyone on set, too.
I
hadn't realized it, but having to talk to so many boys while they
stared at my naked body was having an effect on me. We were about to do
another scene, this one where my character tries to plead with another
girl to hand over her dress, only to be shot down. In a fit of rage, I
pull her from her seat, and take hold of her dress to try and take it
from her, but the whole class spots us because of the commotion. It
wouldn't have been so bad, but the girl I had to plead with ended up
being Beverly, since she was closest to me in size. We went through one
take, where I pulled her out of her chair, and then the teacher erupted
with scorn for us interrupting class, but that was probably the only
take we did by the script that day. All because Beverly couldn't resist
trying to humiliate me again.
“Oh sir, director Thomas,” She called. “I don't mean to embarrass Angela,” yeah right! “But she seems to be leaking…”
I think everyone was confused about what she was saying, until she took
a look down at my pelvis. Then it became obvious, even to myself, that
I had become wet! Without any hair to cover my lips, the shiny, viscous
liquid stood out like a sore thumb! I was becoming soaked! “Here!” The
female stagehand suddenly called. She grabbed a handful of napkins from
catering, and rushed towards me. Then I was forced to suffer the
indignity of having my privates dried in front of everyone! Everyone
got a good laugh out of it too, as she pushed my legs open and had me
tip my pelvis forward, making sure she collected every bit of moisture.
“There.” She said when she was finished, appraising my vulva with her
eyes. “I'll probably have to do this between every few takes, but you
should be fine for a bit.” Even when she was done, I didn't adjust my
hips. I just looked over at Beverly, who seemed to be taking such
pleasure at putting me through such humiliation. She had outed that I
was wet to everyone on set, including the boys, my male classmates, and
she seemed to be enjoying it! I was mortified, but even more than that,
I was angry! And Beverly was about to be on the receiving end of my
scorn!
We started another take, only this time, I didn't just
plan to pull her from her chair. Beverly went along with everything as
scripted, never expecting what I was about to do. This time, when I
took hold of her dress, I grabbed onto it as low as I possibly could,
then, when Beverly turned her head to look at the woman playing the
role of the teacher, I pulled her dress up as quickly as I could,
catching her bra in the process too! I was able to pull her dress all
the way up to her armpits, before she even realized what I was doing!
Since I also had hold of her bra, that meant Beverly's little boobies
were exposed! And I mean little! It turned out that Beverly wore
pillows in her bra to make her breasts appear bigger! The pillows had
fallen to the floor when I had dislodged her bra, however. It turned
out that I had exposed her biggest shame and secret to the whole cast
and crew! She hardly had breasts at all!
Suddenly, Beverly
made a squeal like I had never heard before, grabbed her pillows from
the floor, and rushed off set. Her little breasts, breasts smaller than
mine, or even Wendy's and Sandra's, had been revealed to all, leaving
her very much humiliated, and I felt good about that at first. Beverly
had obviously been relishing in my embarrassment, so getting her back
had been totally justified in my mind. Most of the cast and crew
members had even laughed when it first happened, but the more time that
passed, the worse I felt about what I had just done. Beverly wasn't a
trained actress like me, and didn't have experience with stagehands and
crew seeing her less than dressed. Things seemed to get a bit somber
and uncomfortable on set as we waited for Beverly to return, and their
ire seemed to be directed at me. Finally, Beverly did return, her face
beet red and full of embarrassment, and her eyes a little puffy like
she had been crying. The female stagehand was escorting her back, with
an arm wrapped around her in a comforting gesture.
The
stagehand got to talking with the director, explaining that Rodger had
given her a pair of old-timey undergarments to wear. I would not be
able to repeat my performance of baring her breasts again. Not that I
wanted to, I felt bad enough about the first time, especially after
seeing Beverly's face. Then I was surprised by what she said next. She
told our director that Beverly thought it would add to the scene if I
did pull her dress up to her arms before the teacher yelled at me. To
demonstrate that, Beverly pulled up her dress, but this time she had a
white slip on underneath. Her breasts had returned to their “larger”
size, but she would hardly be exposed by this action. I still found
myself taking a liking towards Beverly a bit more for the gesture,
though, thinking she was brave to volunteer to do this to enhance the
picture. That is, until the stagehand kept talking. “Beverly does feel
like Angela deserves a punishment for her actions, however, and doesn't
feel comfortable continuing until that is agreed to.”
“A punishment?” The director asked, bewildered. If he was bewildered, I felt like they were going crazy! He couldn't punish me!
“As the director, and because of the contracts Angela and her parents
signed, you are technically in loco parentis, meaning you have
authority over Angela, just as if you were one of her parents.”
Apparently he could!
“You want me to punish her! How?” Fredrick seemed just as shocked about this as I was.
“Well, I have an idea, sir. One that might even enhance your picture,
too.” Beverly said, stepping forward. Suddenly she was all smug again.
“When the teacher catches the girls, and brings them to the front of
the class, what if she spanks them? And what if Angela gets a spanking
for real. On film!”
I could feel myself turning red all over
at the idea! To have a real bare bottom spanking captured on film for
all to see for the rest of eternity! That was too much! Surely the
director wouldn't go for this idea! “I love it!” Fredrick shouted
excitedly, and suddenly I felt faint! They were really going to spank
me and put it in the film!
“But sir, I…” I started to stutter,
only to get cut off by Anthony, and the rest of the kids bursting into
excited chatter soon after.
“Wouldn't it make more sense if
the teacher asked one of the boys to spank her?” He said. “And we'd
need to use a paddle in order to be period accurate!”
“Hey, maybe all the boys should spank her!” Sandra suggested.
“And you can use different lenses for the different shots. That way,
Angela's butt can be a stand-in for mine and Sandra's butts!” Wendy
added.
Oh, how I wish that fainting spell had come on, but all
I could do was stand there and listen to everyone discussing how they
were going to spank me and capture it on film! I felt like I was going
to be sick!