Claire was a sight to behold. Bright blue eyes radiated from her tan face, framed by honey-blonde hair that went past her shoulders. Her shoulders were bare, as were most of her bosom and her entire back. A flimsy layer of shiny, silk-like material seemed to cover her nipples, seemingly floating along just in front of them. It hid little; just enough to be tantalizing.

The slinky, shiny material seemed to cling to the underside of her boobs and flow down her front, often sticking to her toned belly. A belly chain sat just on top of her hips, circling the outside of the silky fabric as it flowed down past her hips. Below the waist, Claire wore a flirty skirt that seemed on the virge of riding up in front, and showed tiny glimpses of her amazing ass in the back. Starting just a couple inches below that, her stiff black boots ran down to her feet, perfectly molding her thighs, calves, ankles, and feet into the sexiest shape possible. They were so stiff that she couldn't bend her ankles or knees, and this caused her to sway her hips more and take more steps, swinging her lovely chest and beautiful ass that much more.

She walked like a woman on a mission. She *was* on a mission. It was a race, she had to be the first to get across the city. She couldn't let any of the other girls win. There was too much at stake. Claire didn't know how the others were outfitted, but she had been told that it was a fair contest. Around her lovely neck was a choker that would prevent her from making any noise. Through some electronic wizardry, Claire was prevented from speaking, singing, giggling, or sighing audiably. Her hands looked normal at a glance, but she was wearing gloves that prevented her from feeling with her fingers or bending them in any way. These gloves perfectly matched her skin tone.

So here Claire found herself, trying to quickly mince through a crowded shopping mall, incredibly helpless and helplessly sexy. She knew she was the center of attention, and that added to the stimulation she had already been feeling from her clit and her tits. Her quick walking and free flowing outfit had been keeping her stimulated, but so had her adornments.

Part of the contest was to have clit and nipple piercings, and to have keys hanging from them. All the parts of Claire's outfit were locked on, and she was locked into a Chinese puzzle: she wore all the keys to her prison. The silky material that clung to her breasts was actually held on by a special nipple clamp that attached behind her tit rings. From one nipple ring hung the key to her skirt. From the other hung the key to one boot. Within the boot, sticking painfully into her foot, was the key to one of her gloves. Within the glove was the key to her choker, and within the choker was the key to the other boot. That boot would unlock one of the nipple clamps, and the clit key would unlock the other.

Claire didn't know this, and didn't know about half the keys. All she knew was that they swung back and forth on her body and were quite distracting.

Another rule of this contest was that she couldn't orgasm. Claire loved exhibitionism and was becoming quite turned on by the attention, but she had to hold out. She knew *they* were watching.

As Claire exited the mall and went back along the street, she knew she was easily halfway. The sun was still low in the eastern sky, and she thoroughly believed she could be the first girl to the finish line. She thought about accepting a ride, but she wasn't sure she wanted to take the risk. Her feet hurt and she couldn't sit down, so she kept walking. Another rule of this contest was that she could accept rides if people offered them, but she couldn't ask for them. Also she could only go with the person; that is, she couldn't have them drop her off somewhere, and she couldn't get out partway through. She had to ride with the other person until he got to his destination. That was how she got to the shopping mall, though all it had cost her was two blow jobs. A little humiliation was definitely worth the prize.

After a while of walking, Claire looked back to see how far she had come. Her feet hurt badly and she had nearly caused two car crashes already, but she had only gone about 5 blocks. The sun was getting high, and a bank clock said it was nearly 1pm. She had until sundown, which was around 8pm on this hot summer day, and she knew she'd never make it that far in these painful, hobbling shoes.

Claire had got many offers for rides, but was trying to spare herself the risk and humiliation. Her pained feet finally made her give in. She stopped on the side of the street and waited a minute, shifting her hips both for effect and to rest her tired feet. After a minute or so a car pulled up. The driver was a handsome 30-something who looked like he lifted weights. He called her "baby", and asked where she was headed. She did her best valley-girl "I don't know" pose and smiled brightly as she walked to the car door. The driver opened the door and Claire got in, scooting close to him. She liked how he smelled.

The driver started to talk to her, asking where she's from, telling her that he grew up in a small town in Ohio, but he hated small-town living so he moved here. Claire knew she'd never be able to charade out a response, so she just looked at him with a big grin and put her finger to his lips. She was still very turned on by her predicament and liked this cute guy with big arms, and really wished she could have him pull over and take him into the back seat. She knew she couldn't. She just couldn't lose.

Instead, Claire slowly slid her hand down his hard chest, down his hard abdomen, and down to feel his very hard cock through his jeans. She had loved boys and loved cocks since she was a girl, and was always jealous that she didn't have one too. She loved to feel them, loved having them inside her, and loved how she could make them grow hard, just like she was doing right now. She glanced at the cute driver. He was paying very close attention to the traffic, and grinning wildly. She knew he would love this as much as she did.

Slowly, she rolled his hard dick around in his pants, playing with it, making him get antsy. After a bit she put her glove-stiffened hands together on his zipper and unzipped his fly. She clumsily fished out his cock, and began kissing it. He was circumsized, and she loved how those dicks looked. She kissed the head gently, kissed up and down its length, and began to lick it tenderly. She was so horny now, so turned on. All she wanted was this cock to be ramming up and down inside her. But no, she couldn't. She could find this guy, or another guy, tonight after she'd won.

After a little more teasing, Claire began to suck on the cute guy's dick, feeling it pulse in her mouth. She enjoyed the feeling greatly, imagining this dick inside her pussy. The driver put his hand on top of her mouth, driving it a little faster, making her choke a little as his dick was pushed all the way to the back of her throat. Claire couldn't breathe, but she knew he was about to cum, so she didn't panic. She never had a strong gag reflex, and in high school she had learned how to repress it.

A few long seconds later, Claire could feel hot man spunk sliding down her throat. She swallowed, and began to suck his dick clean. When it was very clean and he was beginning to soften, she clumsily put it back in his pants. She couldn't zip the driver's pants closed, but she didn't think he'd mind. She sat back up, snuggling in tight to him, and he put his hand around her shoulder. She looked at the streets, seeing that the sun was still high in the sky and that they were much closer to her destination. She hoped he would be stopping soon so she could walk the rest of the way.

The driver began to try to talk again, and again she put her finger up to his lip. He kissed it. She tried to bring his hand to her boob with her gloved, stiff hand, and eventually he got the point. He began to fondle her breast, playing with her a little, teasing, and letting his hand roam a bit. Much to her dismay he didn't venture past her skirt.

Not much longer, the driver pulled into a bank. He didn't park in the parking lot, instead pulling around behind the building. He parked the car and got out, and so did Claire. She turned to look at him one last time and waved a cute, sexy wave. He glanced at her then went around to his trunk. Claire didn't know what he was getting and didn't want to know. She turned around and began to mince her way back to the street. If she could bear the pain of walking, she should be there within a couple hours.

Claire knew that her destination was very close, but she just couldn't walk any faster. After about 20 minutes, she saw two police cars race down the street past her. She turned around to look, and saw them pull into the bank parking lot just as a familiar car pulled out of the alley she had just left. She looked at the car as it went past and saw a muscley guy with a ski-mask on racing down the street. He either didn't see her or didn't care any more. A minute later several cop cars sped down the road after him. Claire would normally help the police catch him, but she just kept walking. A prize this valuable was worth a little bit of conscience, and she could always come forward later.

As she turned the last corner to her destination, she knew she would win. Her feet were in extreme agony and her toes were numb, but she could see it at last: the light blue minivan. There were two men in jeans and t-shirts standing next to it, and no other girls in sight. Claire was so elated that she began to prance forward, running as much as her shoes would allow. She didn't care about her pains anymore, and didn't care about her skirt flopping up to reveal her ass. She made the last 100 feet as quickly as she could, went up to the two guys, and began grinning wildly. They looked back at her, and the taller one said "Congratulations. You're the first girl to make it through the first stage."

Claire was stunned. "First stage"? There's more?

Claire was still looking at the van, and all of a sudden she felt arms wrap around her from behind. They were strong, and one was holding a cloth to her face. She couldn't even move before everything faded to black.