Kate could hear the others nervously adjusting their seats.
        "Now, just pull the top of your panties up a bit so we can all
see them."
        She grasped the material in the front and pulled it up, pulling
it taught in her crotch.
        "Can everyone see?" Mike asked.
        There was a general affirmative grunting, and their proximity
started to make her feel sick.
        "That's great," said Mike, suddenly sounding like he was right in
front of her.
         She released the material, and, lifting her bottom from the
seat, started to work the zipper back up.
        "Ah, just leave them that way." Mike instructed. "It'll be more
comfortable."
        She slowly lowered herself back down into the seat. She relaxed
her hands, laying them over the exposed area. She pushed her bottom as
far back into the seat as possible, and sat with her shoulders slumped
forward.
        They all knew what was coming next.
        "Now, show us your bra, Kate."
        She became dizzy. so lightheaded that she almost fainted.
        The tension had built up to the point of exploding the glass from
the car windows.
        "P...pl...please. I'm not lying."
        "It's all part of the test."
        Suddenly, she began to cry. It surprised her as much as everyone
else. The tears just burst out, and she hung her head down. Her
beautiful thick dark hair fell back forward over her chest. She started
to reach toward her
 eyes.
        "DON'T touch the blindfold," instructed Mike.
        She stopped at his sudden sharpness. She let her hands slowly
drift back to the top of her jeans, laying them flat over her exposed
panties. The tears built up behind the large blindfold and then leaked
out from the side
s, running down the far side of her cheeks. They let her cry quietly
for a moment.
        "Now, come on Kate, its not so bad," said Mike. "Showing us your
bra is no worse than being on the beach."
        She didn't respond. After a moment she stopped crying. She
sniffled and brought her right index finger up to her delicate nose and
gently rubbed underneath.
        "We're going to run out of gas here," said Mike, again sounding
so close, but in a different spot, more to her right.
        Suddenly she heard him turn off the engine.
        There was silence.
        She realized that he was serious.
        She heard him reach over and put the radio on, and the sounds of
some Seventies station filled the car.
        "All you have to do is just show us the material, just so we know
you were telling the truth, that's all."
        Slowly Kate's hands drifted up from her covering the exposed area
of her panties to the bottom of her T-shirt. She ran her thumbs against
the material.
        "Atta girl," Mike said, though this time he suddenly sounded much
further away.
        Slowly, she raised the material up over the top of her jeans,
exposing  her creamy skin. She pulled it up beyond her navel.
        "Now come on and sit up straight,"
        "Hold on," Mike said,
        She stopped.
        "Pull your hair back behind you. We need to be able to see."
        Kate fought back tears.. She reached up and with the back of her
hand, pulled her hair back off of her chest, pushing it back over her
shoulders. She tried to sit up straight.
        "Okay, much better."
        She took a breath and grasped the front of her T-shirt again. She
pulled it up just to the bottom of the bra.
        Slowly she pulled it up to expose the bottom half of each full
bra-cup. Her hands made two tight fists which met in the middle of the
top of her breasts, squeezing them together like balloons, forcing them
both to stick
out rudely. She held the position. They could easily see the material.
        "Come on, Kate. We've got to see about the lacy top part as
well."
        Choking back a new sob of humiliation at being forced to display
herself like this, she pulled her T-shirt up farther, exposing the
creamy skin of her cleavage.
        "Higher, all the way up."
         She could suddenly hear rasping breathing and the car's other
occupants shifting in their seats. She pulled the shirt all the way up
so that it was bunched up beneath her chin. Fully realizing the obscene
display she wa
s making, she turned her head to one side in shame. She let out another
sob.
        "Well that does have some nice lace work on it," Mike remarked.
His voice sounded odd, like it was partially obstructed. "Can you guys
all see that?"
        There were some grunts.
        "See, its not so bad. What's all the crying about?" asked Mike.
        With one swift move, Kate pulled the T-shirt back down.
        There was a moment of silence.
        "You know what," he continued, "I think that since you are so
uncomfortable, what we need to do is get you used to being more
casual."
        "P..p..please," she said, frozen in position. Her hands gripped
the bottom of the T-shirt, making the knuckles go white.
        "Why don't we take the T-shirt off all together..."
        "NOOOOO..."
        "...and have you ride for a while in your bra, just to kinda get
you used to it?"
        She could hear snickering from the other guys.
        "No..PLEASE...I don't need...
        "Yes, I think it's a good idea. It'll help loosen you up."
        "NO, my God, what about...what about  the other cars..."
        "See, there you go. People wear much less than that big thing on
the beach."
        Kate really started to panic now. But how would she get home from
here? Where was the nearest phone? You never know who might be on the
road.
        As if reading her mind, Mike said, "It's all part of the test,
Kate. You have to do as your told..."
        He paused for a moment.
        "... or we can let you out here, but your T-shirt is coming up
here in the front with your shoes and socks either way."
        She realized she had no choice. He sounded so serious, and she
knew that alone, in just her bra and jeans with no shoes, she'd be in
big trouble.
        "It's up to you Kate."
        "Pl....." she started but cut it off. She realized it would do no
good.
        "What's it going to be?"
        "I...I...don't have any choice, do I..."
        "Oh, I don't know," said Mike. "Standing out there is just your
bra I don't think it would take you long to get a ride..."
        Laughter filled the car.
        Kate just sat clutching the bottom of her shirt-- her shirt that
was about to come off.
        "Okay, now we don't want to mess up the blindfold here, so here's
what we'll do. Now Kate, you have to show us that your going to do what
your told here- that's the test."
        She made no sound.
        "So in order to keep everything together, Kate, first you pull
your arms out of the sleeves."
        She still didn't move until she realized he meant now.
        "Come on..."
        Slowly she obeyed reaching up with each hand and pulling her
elbows and then her arms through the sleeves and back underneath the.
She crossed her arms across her chest beneath the shirt.
        "Now Kate, put your hands back on the seat on either side of you
like you had them before, palms down."
        She straightened out her arms, and her hands appeared from
underneath the material. She did as she was told and jammed her thumbs
underneath her thighs.
        "Okay," Mike continued, "now lean forward, Kate, and you two guys
pull her shirt up to her shoulders and carefully lift it over her head-
BE CAREFUL with the blindfold....that's part of the test?"
        Instantly, Kate felt two hands on either side of her start
lifting her shirt up, exposing her to all of their eyes. They stretched
the neck hole out and lifted it over her head, pulling her hair out
along with it.
        Instinctively,  her arms came up, and she immediately crossed her
arms across her full breasts.
        "Now, Kate," said Mike. She could her a smile. "You weren't
supposed to move your hands..."
        A sob escaped her lips. She held herself tight.
        "Maybe," said Mike forcefully, "maybe we make you ride the rest
of the way NAKED."
        "NOOOOO.." her head d. She listened for the sound of the
ignition.
        "Just before we head out, Kate, lets try to relax with some more
deep breathing"
        GOD, would it never end.
        "Ah...Sit up straight now...shoulders back" he said. His voice
sounded odd, preoccupied.
        "That's great. Really fill those lungs."
        Her face burned as she felt her bra rise and tighten.
        "Great. Okay."
        She heard rustling as everyone got settled for the ride.

        Finally the ignition, and the car pulled out onto the highway.