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Holiday Hell - part 4
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I left the shop, moved down the road until I came to a pillar outside a
pet shop where I stood, selected "master" from the contact list and
pressed "dial'. I felt self-conscious as I experienced the unusual
feelings of clothes rubbing against my hairless skin. I did my best to
hide my painted fingernails but could do nothing to hide my toenails. He
answered and told me to carry on walking down the street. The street
ended at a T-junction with a road that ran parallel to the beach. I was
to turn left and just past the McDonalds on my left I'd see some benches,
I was to meet him there.
Somehow my mind games didn't work as well as they had when I'd
approached the salon and I was aware of every glance, smile, snigger or
look of disgust or curiosity. I eventually just kept my eyes lowered
enough that I could avoid eye contact and still see enough ahead of me to
avoid bumping into people. I was sweating a lot by the time I got to the
benches and saw Don sitting waiting. The sweat was caused by both the
heat and the humiliation and nerves that I felt as I walked through all
these people going about their normal days or holiday makers enjoying
their time off.
I sat next to him and put the phone, credit card and recorder in his
outstretched hand. He grabbed my hand and looked my nails. He packed out
laughing.
"Fucking hell. You really are enjoying this you faggot. That's okay.
Assuming you haven't been naughty you and I will have a lot of fun when
we get back to the villa."
He handed me a shoulder bag.
"Take that, there's a costume in there, go into the toilets, change into
the costume, then go to the beach and tan. There's a book for you to
read, read it. You will swim at least once while you are there. There's
some money in the bag, get yourself a drink. I'll call you if I'm happy
with the recording."
He dropped the phone I'd handed to him in the bag as he waved me away. As
I left I saw him plug some earphones in to the recorder. I headed for the
toilets and went into a cubicle. In the bag was a damp towel with sand
still sticking to it and a damp bikini bottom. Of course I'd realized as
he gave me my instructions that he'd be humiliating me somehow. And yet
my heart still sank as I pulled the bikini bottom out. It was pale green,
a full panty style, the waist was about ten centimeters. Imagine a girls
school panties but as a swimming costume, well this is what I pulled out
the bag. As I pulled them on though I also discovered that on each hip
was a panel where the material was rouched.
I put my panties in the bag, put my shorts back on and headed out the
toilet. On the way to the beach I looked for a place to buy a drink. I
was both starving and thirsty. I rummaged round in the bag and found five
euros. Damn, not a lot. I found a beachside stall and for just under half
my money I could get a half liter coke. I so wanted to buy something to
eat but Don had told me to buy myself a drink and I was too scared to
disobey him. I bought a coke ignoring the smile from the woman who served
me when she saw my nails.
I headed to the beach. It was fairly crowded. I looked around and figured
that I'd move down the beach a bit where the crowds were thinner. I found
a spot and lay the towel down. I lay on the towel and eased my shorts off
before pulling my t-shirt off. At least I wasn't too noticeable except
for the people immediately around me, of which no one seemed to be paying
attention. I lay on my stomach desperately hoping that the bikini strap
line across my back was not too visible. I got the book out the bag,
fifty shades of grey! I lay it on the towel and started reading. I kept
my hands folded into fists with my nails caught inside my folded fingers
and I buried my toes in the sand and was pretty chuffed with myself for
outwitting Don.
I figured that I would be on the beach for at least an hour and a half
which was how long my appointment had taken. I had been laying down for
less than ten minutes when the phone in my bag rang.
"Hello?"
"Think you're clever slut? Leave the book, cover up, on your towel and go
for a swim now. When you get back you will tan your stomach and chest and
you will read the book!" the phone disconnected.
Shit! So much for my shot lived moment of victory. Slowly I got up and
headed for the sea. I rubbed my left shoulder with my right hand as I
walked which allowed me to hide the bra outline on my chest. Once in the
sea I ignored the cold and got in quickly so that I could hide the
costume and tan. Looking back the way I'd come I saw that one of the
women I'd passed on my walk to the sea was watching me. I looked back but
it was me that broke eye contact first.
I stayed in the sea for about ten minutes before heading back. I glanced
at the woman I'd noticed earlier and she was still watching me. She
looked me up and down, her eyes pausing on my costume before smiling as
she again made eye contact. Then she looked at my chest and giggled. I
walked quickly past her and lay down on my towel. Unfortunately as I had
to tan my stomach the only way I could read the book was to hold it above
my face which meant that my nails were clearly visible to people passing
by. And of course every time I looked past my feet to the sea I was faced
with my bright pink toenails.
A few people walked past on their way to and from the sea. I concentrated
on the book. Some noticed my nails and gave me a close look which of
course led them to notice the costume and bra lines. But most people just
walked on by. My worst moment came when a teenage girl, probably about 17
or 18 walked past. I don't know if it was the book title or my nails that
first drew her attention but she slowed down and looked closely at me
before giggling and heading off. Unfortunately she returned a minute or
two later ... with a friend.
"... his chest has bikini lines. I'm sure of it. That's him, there." I
could hear her talking to her friend as they got closer. They slowed down
as they approached and walked past me. I pretended that I was
concentrating on my book although I was not looking at the words on the
page, I was doing my best to see what they were doing out the corner of
my eyes. My face was burning red with embarrassment.
"Oh my god!" the friend exclaimed and they both bent towards each other
and giggled as they walked on "He is! He's tanned in a bikini."
"I knew it, and did you see his ..." and they moved out of range.
Humiliation flooded over me. Unfortunately some of the people around me
had overheard and they started looking at me. Again, I pretended to be
engrossed in my book. One couple to my left started whispering and
giggling.
Unfortunately my nightmare was just beginning. The girls returned. One of
them holding a phone as if she was reading a text but I could tell from
the way that she kept on glancing at me that she was probably filming me.
I turned my head slightly.
"Excuse me? Do you have the time?" the one without the phone asked
sweetly as her friend stood next to her pretending to read something on
her phone.
I would have pretended to not speak English except of course that I was
holding up an English book for everyone who walked past to see.
I wanted to tell her to fuck off and maybe look at the watch that she was
wearing on her wrist, but in an effort not to make a fuss I looked at my
watch and gave her the time. I noticed the couple to my left watching
closely.
"Thanks. Are you enjoying that book? My mother loved it, she said it's a
fantastic woman's book."
I mumbled that it was okay.
They giggled and walked away. The couple to my left were not bothering to
hide it as they laughed at what had just happened.
My phone rang. Thank goodness! I could leave this beach!
"Hello?"
I heard him laughing. "You making new friends out there? Go for a swim,
you must be hot."
I wanted to cry. I almost did cry. I couldn't do this. Tears filled my
eyes. Right then I hated Bev, I hated Don, I hated the fucking couple to
my left and I hated those bitches that had filmed me. Who knew what would
happen with the footage. My worst nightmare could be realized and I'd
find myself the star of a video that had millions of hits on you tube. I
felt so low. And the worst thing was that I hated myself as, despite
everything, I stood up to go for a swim. I was such a fucking failure
that even though I was the laughing stock of the beach I was not going to
stand up to one man. One man! One single fucking man! I hated him! But
still I obediently trudged to the sea, too lost in my own misery to
notice the looks, glances and whispered comments as I passed people.
I swam far out, just wanting to get away from people. Finally I stopped
and turned around to face the beach as I trod water. And my despair grew
even more. Swimming towards me were the two girls who'd just humiliated
me, but this time they were accompanied by another girl and a guy in his
early twenties.
The blonde spoke first, "Hey! Did you need to cool down after reading
that book? I know my mother used to say it made her all hot and sticky.
Hey Frank, do you think you'd like to read 50 shades of grey?" she turned
to the guy with them.
"Fuck off! It's a girl's book. I've seen all those old women reading it,
getting all turned on."
"No Frank, don't be silly, it can't be a woman's book, this guy's reading
it," she grinned at me.
Her friend piped up, "I don't know Mel, I'm sure he's wearing a women's
costume bottom and he certainly has bra lines on his chest."
Seeing how I wasn't responding, the third girl, who had initially seemed
a little nervous about the whole thing, gained confidence. "That's true
Heather, and look at his nails. Hey Frank you should get your nails done
like that."
Frank splashed a huge spray of water in her direction. "Fuck off Lucy."
Frank didn't seem to have much in the way of vocabulary.
"Hey, what does it say on your nails?" Lucy asked.
"Please leave me alone. I don't want trouble, I just want to have a nice
day at the beach. I'm not doing anything to you, please leave me alone."
"I tell you what, you answer all our questions and we'll leave you alone.
If you don't we'll walk back to your towel with you and sit with you
making a noise asking you questions," Mel offered.
My heart sank. Again I was trapped!
"Okay. My nails say girls rule."
"No way! O. M. G. Let me see." Heather exclaimed.
I held my nails out as best I could as I trod water. Frank look
disgusted.
"So are you like gay or what?" Lucy asked.
"No, I'm not gay."
"So you don't look at Frank and think how you'd like to suck his cock? He
has a big cock." Lucy grinned as she gave him a playful peck on the
cheek.
"I'd beat the crap out of him if he tried, faggot," Frank responded.
I sighed. "No, I don't look at Frank, or any male, and imagine sucking
their cocks."
"So why then?" Lucy asked.
"I know! He's a cross dresser! Some guys like to dress in women's
clothes. He's one of them," Mel shouted.
"Yes. That's me. I like wearing women's clothing. There's no harm in it.
I'm not hurting anyone, please leave me alone."
"Yeah. Let's leave him alone. He's creeping me out, pervert. What guy
wants to wear women's clothes?" Frank said starting to move toward the
beach.
Lucy followed him, Heather seemed undecided and was watching Mel. Mel was
obviously the ring leader and she was looking at me like I imagine a cat
looks at a mouse cowering in the corner.
"Come on Mel!" Frank called and in so doing probably saved me from yet
more humiliation because Mel turned around and left me alone.
I waited for them to go and then I too swam to the shore and quickly
walked to my towel. As I sat down my phone rang.
"Hello."
"Okay sissy. I'm afraid you'll have to leave your friends. Head up to the
road. You'll see me and then follow me. Do not catch up to me. You can
put your shorts or your t-shirt on but not both."
I chose the t-shirt, although it was short and would not cover much of
the bikini bottom, it would cover the tanned bra lines which at this
moment in time were my biggest worry. I felt like everyone on the beach
watched me as I walked away from them.
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