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The Spy Who Came in From the Cold, Naked. Fin


*All characters are over 18 years old*




A Discomfiting Dénouement



After a full five-minutes performing for the lens in flagrante, complete with dozens of shots of better-than-amateur nudie pole work, against the very chilly street lamp, Canary shuttered his camera and put it away.

“Bravo, and well done! I must say…” With a broad smile he regarded his destitute and denuded dupe, now sheened with sweat and squatting breathless on her hams with one arm squashed across her boobs, and the other thrust into her fluffy auburn crotch, clamped against her pulsating womanhood.

“Now that you are indeed as naked as a Jay, it is I, who must bid you, adieu.” Canary handed her a small cardboard tube containing the additional secrets, picked up his satchel with all Prim’s clothes and turned to leave.

“WAIT… please, I uh. I forgot; My cab fare is still in my coat…” as she saw the lights of her hack waiting across the foggy street. “I have no way home.”

“No, I guess you don’t,” he said.

“Tell you what... Since I’ll be taking your cab, I won't be needing this bus transfer anymore. You can have it.” He chuckled as he held up the thin strip of paper. She clutched the tube against her mammaries with one hand, and with the other still grasping her hot muffin and the microfilm. Primrose awkwardly approached knock-kneed on her ridiculous high heels, her naked form still glistening with perspiration. She was careful to not flash him when she took the proffered pass. As if handing a crust to a bird, he placed the transfer between her trembling ruby lips, matching her flaming cheeks, while she watched in disbelief, her eyes comically crossed.

“The bus stop is right over there at the next light. You have about one minute till it arrives.”

She looked despondent as she nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot, heels clicking, as she held the envelope against her twitching muff and the tube mashed against her protruding breasts while the stand of chilly pearls danced about her sweat-sheened mounds. Despondently she discovered, she couldn’t cover everything and hold on to her dearly bought gains.

In her mind’s eye, she could see how foolish she looked. Shaking and squirming, with the bus transfer in her mouth, her silken thighs rubbing audibly together and the garter belt cinched tight around her narrow waist. The sturdy tabs of which tugged firmly on her stocking tops fore and aft, and splendidly framed her mons of Venus and her undulating bare ass cheeks. Oddly, she felt more naked than so mortifyingly minimally attired.

She “MEEPED” as she saw him still leering. Primrose spun about, tomato-faced, and said between her teeth, “Youf fertainly guft duh vetter end of thif deel!”

She turned away from Canary to leave.

“And speaking of better ends…” he stated, noticing her jutting ample ass. “Congratulations, you're in the black,” he ordered. “Now SCOOT!” as he delivered a sharp swat to Primrose’s bare buns.

“EEEeeff!” She yelped, as her plump ass cheeks quivered in response to his degrading spank. She could only slowly cross the street toward the bus stop with mincing, pigeon-toed steps. Prim’s bottom rolled deliciously, framed by her snug garter belt stretched across her delicious rump. For a moment, she bared her plump tits to grasp the bus transfer in her fingers but she sadly dropped the microfilm. The reel unrolled on the street and Primrose comically chased after it in her heels.

Knock-kneed, with a marvelous upthrust ass and her dewy nether lips winking for additional pictures, she secured the secrets unrolling, and clutched the tangle against her bronze bush with both hands. With wambas wobbling wonderfully uncovered, she squealed in frustration as Canary took a few more flash photos. She stared back at him with a miserable expression as her bare ass wagged to and fro in the night air.



Naked as a Jay



Trembling, Primrose clutched the small envelope and tube against her still-moist puppies and sn*tch as she clicked across the street in only her hat, garter belt, stockings, and heels. She quickly pulled the hat low across her face when through the mist, she caught sight of two people just ahead at the bus stop. Mustering the shreds remaining of her dignity, she tried to approach them nonchalantly, though absurdly naked.

As Primrose arrived at the stop, she saw a man and a woman, both unclad like she, cowering in shame as they waited for the bus. With a jolt, she suddenly stopped. Directly in front of her, in only their underwear, were her two colleagues, Edward French and Brooke Broadsheets.

Her blushing crush, Edward French, wore only a tiny yellow thong, along with his shoes and socks, gartered around his calves. He crouched and clutched a parcel against his sizable bulge, now beginning to grow, as he watched his girly’s familiar naked form trot from the mist, all a-wobble.

Primrose then stared at Brooke Broadsheets, standing close by but facing the opposite direction from Eddie. The red-faced Brooke was wearing a sheer, baby blue teddy, snug against her svelte curves. Brooke wore a pair of nude-colored hold up stockings and a stylish pair of designer heels, but little else. Primrose, her face still concealed by the brim of her hat, nearly smiled to see her rival, covered in goose pimples, her ruddy nipples hard as garnets, holding a file folder against her bare bum, deliciously divided by a string of blue beads, comprising the strand in her teddy’s G-string back.

From her vantage point, Primrose stared at Edward’s tight buns for a moment, then back at Brooke as she cocked her fedora back.

“Primrose! It’s you! Whatever are you doing here?” Brooke spluttered.

Primrose quickly clamped her hand back on her bits, and regarded Brooke who was not quite so naked as she was. Edward spun around and Primrose lowered her eyes to his growing manhood. Prim fake smiled at Brooke, who queried with a chuckle, “Well we all seem to be out of the frying pan and in the fire, although it seems you have lost ALL of your small clothes.” Primrose scowled at Brooke, her lower lip trembling.

Edward asked, “Primmy, did someone spank your ass?”

Primrose looked over her shoulder to see a small, but very distinct, red handprint on her butt. She then looked up and pouted to see the smiling faces of Brooke and Edward watching her reddened buns quiver.

“I came here tonight to conduct a business transaction, but sadly did not bring enough money.” She sniffled.

“SO DID WE!” They both clamored. “An awful Canary relieved us of our clothes! It was SO HUMILIATING, but WE were allowed to keep our undies!” Brooke managed to giggle.

“Well, yes, I certainly see that…. Whatever are we going to do now?” Prim asked. “We cannot board the bus like this!”


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Back at the street light, Canary, disconnected the electronic voice disguiser and peeled off the fake beard and mustache. Canary, aka Annie, laughed in triumph as she ditched the dark glasses, shook out her lovely, real blonde hair from beneath her slouch hat, patted her fat purse and bulging satchel, and hopped into the warm cab Primrose had conveniently arranged earlier.



An Embarrassing Exeunt



Before the near-naked trio could commiserate further, the trolley bus arrived, on its last run of the night. The three undressed executives slowly boarded, only to find the vehicle filled with the departing second shift from the nearby Naked White Bread Bakery.

Both Brooke and Edward hung onto the overhead straps, which limited their ability to cover their bodies while holding their packages.

Primrose, clutching her cunny and her parcels with one hand and holding a single, bare breast with the other, turned in circles, nearly hyperventilating, as her plump bottom cheeks jostled and pressed against the standing-room-only crowd. Two of her senior scouts, working at the bakery, whom she now unhappily recognized, moved apart, and offered her a seat between them. Primrose quickly accepted and plopped her bare buns down on the cold plastic seat. She crossed her legs and clenched her arms atop her boobs with her secrets, and pouted straight ahead, tomato-faced.

Unfortunately, Prim’s scouts took considerable licentious license, as the trolley bus passed under many bridges and through dozens of dark tunnels, which vibrated the line’s catenary, causing the vehicle’s interior lights to frequently flicker out. She squealed and yipped as their roaming hands furtively fingered her naked figure in the darkness, repeatedly.

The bus finally reached the stop at the company carpark. The three exposed executives scampered off, bare buns bouncing, bolting to their respective rides. Primrose, rubbing her pinched and spanked parts, realized only now, she had left her keys in her coat. As she sadly watched Brooke speed away in her sports car, the thong-clad Edward rolled up on his Vespa. He nodded at Primrose. She starred back, with the classic ENF pose, realizing he was the only port in her mortifying storm. She slowly swung a stockinged led across the scooter’s rear saddle and sank her still-warm womanhood against the chilly leather. She bit her lip in shock as her lovely ass was deliciously parted by the narrow scooter seat. Prim gasped at the shameful sight she now presented, and gripped Edward around his naked torso. He sped off through the darkness, delighted to feel Primrose’s full breasts pressed warmly against his bare back, topped with her throbbing nipples. Prim dropped one arm a bit lower and secured his rock-hard member. Both of their red-hot faces broke into a smile, despite their dis-dressed situation.



Epilogue



First thing the next morning, the three shamed execs had to secretly reimburse their company when they discovered each of the trade secrets, they purchased so dearly with their dignity, turned out to be clever fakes, completely worthless.

In Primrose’s office, Annie brought her boss both the paper and her coffee.

The Exposé & News Fusion, reported a fire destroyed the Axis Chemical Company skunkworks and with it, all work on their new product line. Their progress on the new adhesive would be delayed indefinitely. Reading through the article about Axis, Primrose understood her complete humiliation was for naught, and she was out ten grand. She held the pages, trembling with rage, and silently cursed herself for being so foolish.

Annie, seeing her boss upset, piped up, “Ms. Primrose, this will make you laugh.”

Anne turned the paper over to the back page where the publishers always placed the comics and a humorous photo.

There, in black and white, beneath the caption: "Where is this denuded trio hiding their bus fare? " was a picture of Edward, Brooke, and Primrose clambering aboard without their clothes. Shot from the street, their faces were mercifully obscured, but their butts, completely bare, were prominently depicted.

“Isn’t it funny?” Annie asked.

Primrose could only gasp as she hastily put her saucer over the picture. Crimson-faced, she replied tersely with a smirk, “HYSTERICAL!”

Primrose shortly composed herself and rang Edward to ask him to join her for lunch. On her way to meet Eddie, Primrose noticed a commotion outside the employee cafeteria, around the company bulletin board. Curious, she approached the crowd and peered in to see what was so interesting.

On the board were tacked several 8 x10 glossies of Primrose Dubois, in what could only be described as, the most compromising of poses. The company Veep was pictured performing a pole dance with a street lamp, in only her hat, heels, silk stockings, and garter belt.

With a shriek of embarrassed disbelief, Primrose sn*tched them from the board and ran to the ladies’ washroom, where everyone heard her bawling. Annie smiled at the crowd, and with a knowing wink, went inside after her ridiculously ruined superior.