My Sexy Little Fashion Show
(mid 1990s)


Preface: This is the story behind ‘My Sexy Little Fashion Show Video’ that I posted. It is just a few clips from a fashion show recording I did for a couple of guys as a thank you for a big favor they did for me. (The original video was long and uncut.) Sorry it is low quality. It is old and I had to reduce it to upload to the site.


I found myself in an unfortunate situation. I had married young, and it had gone very bad. I could not bring myself to tell my minister father that I was getting a divorce. So, I found myself without a place to stay, and pretty much just the clothes on my back. However, I knew a couple of guys, Brandon and Mark, who were starting a video editing business. It was low budget, so instead of a proper office, they had rented a small cheap apartment to house their business. No one lived there. It was only used as a place where they could edit their projects. So, I asked if I could stay there, just until I got back on my feet. They agreed. I really did not know them very well, so they were quite kind to do such a big favor for me. I think they felt a little obligated because I had once worked for free preforming in one of their videos. I wanted to be an actress. They mostly did cheap corporate and real estate videos, trying to build a media business as the internet was just getting going.

They were very nice to me. At first, I tried to stay out of their way when they were working, but they seemed to enjoy that I was there. One or both usually worked at night. And sometimes we would get to talking. I really started to enjoy their company. I needed this. Considering what I was going through, the attention of nice young ambitious men was wonderful.

They learned a good bit about my situation. After listening to me complain about not being able to get my possessions back from my husband (not even my panties) they surprised me with a gift card from Victoria’s Secret. That was so nice of them. But I thought it may also be a suggestion. I think they had their own ideas of what it would be like to have a girl living in their office.

As an exhibitionist, I was not too shy about walking around while barely dressed, but when I first moved in, I wasn’t sure how it would go over. I would not want one of them, or one of their girlfriends, to be put off and put me out. If it were later in life, I would just ask if it would bother them if I walked around naked. But back then I did not have the audacity.

Not long after I moved in, my desire to tease them was growing uncontrollably. During my upbringing as a preacher’s daughter, everybody thought of me as a ‘good girl’. I hated that. More so, when I would do something to surprise or even shock people, I felt wonderful. It was thrilling. But I didn’t take it too far, so not to disappoint my parents. But when I got to college, I went wild. (Stories for another time.) Then, right out of college, I went the other way. I married a conservative man who did not know about, and would like, my exhibitionist ways and the things I did in college. But I eventually could not take this anymore. And now that I had left my husband, I really wanted to break free. I wanted to go wild again. This is how I was feeling when I moved into Mark and Brandon's office.

I decided to test them. One day, around the time I expected one of them would come by, I left my hair brush out on the editing desk and watched TV naked in the main room. When I heard the key in the door, I rushed into the bathroom and turned on the water. I wet my hair, turned the water off, and walked right out to the desk completely naked. It was Mark, and he was alone. When we made eye contact, I feigned surprise. He froze for a second then looked away. I scurried back to the bathroom while apologizing and explaining about my brush. He apologized and said I could get my brush; he would not look. I came back out saying it was his place, he could look if he wanted. He didn’t. So, I picked up my brush and said it doesn’t bother me. He hesitantly glanced over as I started brushing my hair while walking back to the bathroom. I played it calmly, but my heart was pounding. As I was catching my breath in the bathroom, I heard him say, “Wow.” I called back, “Thank you.”

It took a few days for it not to be at least a little awkward after that. But I started daring myself to do doing little things, to see what I could get away with. While they were working, I would usually find things to do in the kitchen because I could be seen there from their editing desk. I would do things like go bottomless with a tee shirt that wasn’t quite long enough to cover me. I remember more than once successfully working up my courage in the bedroom to go grab a snack in the kitchen while topless. I started leaving the bedroom and bathroom doors open while I was changing, showering, toweling off, etc. I tried to pretend like this was just normal and I didn’t think much of it. But I was always overwhelmed with excitement and titillation when I knew they were watching me.

When they gave me the gift card to Victoria’s Secret, I decided to pay them back with a fashion show of some of the underwear I bought. I couldn’t figure out a good way to do this live. So, I decided to surprise them with a video. When I was alone, I set up their camera in the corner of the office and put on a little show. It was silly, and not very well done. But it really got me excited. I thought maybe I took it too far. Particularly after my fashion show turned into me playing with myself, and for far too long. I spent a lot of time waffling about it, and I thought to erase it. But eventually I just committed and went through with it. I put the tape in their machine for them to discover. When Brandon came into work, I said I had somewhere to be and left. I didn’t want to watch him find it. When I returned, no one was there, and the tape was gone. He did not mention it for days. Eventually I learned they had both watched it. Brandon asked me if I would pose for more videos. This led to more videos and pictures around that time, and for years to come.