All Nude (Jasmin's Tingle No.1) - Marshall Gibson - ebook

DESCRIPTIONJasmin is barely legal and drawn to the erotic glamour of working in an adult bar. Living in the Philippines, Jasmin hopes to ignite the passion of an older man. Before Jasmin can meet the foreigner of her dreams, she must endure the shame and humiliation of undressing herself. Exposing her virgin and barely legal body to group of interested foreigners, Jasmin begins a journey of sexual discovery.EXCERPTLaura appeared at the door, looking over the ladies as they sat conversing together. “Sir Richard and Daddy Mark are at the bar,” she announced.“Yes ma’am,” Josie said as she stood up in professional deference to ma’am Laura. “Get her ready,” Laura said to Josie and left the office.“What’s happening now?” Jasmin said standing up from her chair.“We’re going to meet Sir Richard and Daddy Mark, okay?” Josie explained with an effervescent smile as she walked around the desk and to the office door. “Follow me, please.” Josie escorted Jasmin down the narrow hallway past the dressing rooms to the burgundy velvet curtains leading to the bar area. Josie stopped by the curtain and turned to Jasmin. “Okay, Rosalyn, “Josie began with a suddenly sympathetic voice. “I need you need to take off all your clothes now,” Josie instructed in a casual voice that belied the unnerving nature of her request.Jasmin’s smile evaporated from her face at Josie’s unexpected instructions. “I have to do what?” Jasmin asked, swallowing hard with anxiety.“You need to take off your clothes.” Josie instructed gently. Jasmin stood speechless for a moment, her mind spinning.“Do you mean it?” Jasmin asked finally in disbelief.“I’m afraid so.” Josie said in an understanding voice.“Everything?”“Yes, everything. Even your bra and panties, I’m afraid.”“But, I’m too shy. I’ve never done something like this. I don’t want too.”“Yea, I know,” Josie said as she tipped her head and empathized with Jasmin’s feelings like a close girlfriend. “It’s for the owner and the manager. They see all the girls naked when they get hired. It’s okay. It’ll only be for a minute, and I’ll be with you the whole time, I promise, okay sis?” Jasmin said nothing and didn’t move. “I can see you’re very shy about having to do this, but all of the dancers have to do it.”“So I really have to do this? Jasmin pleaded in a small voice.“Yes, I’m afraid so, if you want to work here.” Josie affirmed with a gentle assertive. “I’m sorry to make you do it, but I have to.”

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Marshall Gibson

Jasmin’s Tingle No.1

Published by Lot’s Cave

All Nude, © 2015, by Marshall Gibson

All Rights Reserved

Cover by Moira Nelligar

All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Jasmin loved her pussy. She regarded the delicate bloom of her soft feminine arch between her loins as the most wonderful, most amazing, most extraordinary part of her young femininity. Yet her rose feminine bloom was much more than just a mere part of her burgeoning, buoyant anatomy. It was her most intimate and precious treasure, as well as a source of euphoric pleasure. In the fourteen years of her young life, she had diligently guarded her mysterious realm of virginal innocence, the veil of her precious chastity held inviolate; the curious finger of her (or a girlfriend) the only experience of intimate self-discovery. Her sacred, vestal purity had never been defiled by the virile intrusion of a man.

She sat quietly in her chair in the manager’s office of the Silver Dollar Bar in Cebu City, waiting nervously for the office girl Josie and the Mama-san Laura to return. While she waited, she began recalling the unlikely series of events which had led her to this unprecedented moment of time.

Ten months prior, at the tender age of thirteen, following customary Philippine practice, she was sold to her family’s landlord in hopes of reconciliation for a one-hundred-thousand peso debt. For eight months she lived at her landlord’s Oceanside resort in Northern Cebu. Initially she served as a maid and cabana-girl for their guests. She slept on a simple mat on the floor amongst the clutter of a cramped, dimly lit storage closet. Her few possessions consisted of a precious family photo, a hairbrush, a toothbrush, a few female hygiene items, and her older sister Rosalyn’s Postal ID card that she kept in an old wooden cigar box she’d salvaged from the Tiki-bar garbage.

For the first month, she worked day and night, seven days a week running errands and cleaning rooms at the resort. A few days after she passed the occasion of her fourteenth birthday, a Korean guest had taken a fancy to her attractive, gamine appearance, and requested the management to have her give him a blow-job. When Jasmin refused to engage in such licentious debauchery, the resort owner cruelly whipped her. Then realizing the potential profit of selling young body, the owner attempted to prostitute her for the pleasure of male guests. Again when Jasmin refused, retaining her dignity and guarding her precious innocence, she suffered the regular and cruel punishment of a whipping on her bare butt.

One very wealthy Japanese business man, who was a guest at the resort, requested the pleasure of Jasmin’s precious virginity and refused to accept no for an answer. When he attempted to force himself upon her. In a fiery struggle of desperation she crushed the man’s scrotum with her hand, momentarily freeing herself from his savage grasp.

She fled hysterically into the night, her only possession being the Postal ID of her sister Rosalyn which she had, by mere chance, safely stowed in her pocket earlier. For a month she made her way across the mountains of Cebu Island until she reached Cebu City, where she scraped by on a mere existence as a common beggar girl.

A few days earlier, she had wandered along Osmena Boulevard and encountered a group of four handsome foreigners outside one of the hotels. She was struck by the attractive appearance of one foreigner, with his tall, muscular frame, golden hair, and strikingly blue eyes, who gave her a few pesos. As she walked away after thanking him, he overheard him comment how pretty she looked, despite her filthy, unkempt appearance. Then the handsome foreigner added that she ought to sell herself instead of begging. As Jasmin overheard this, she threw down the precious pesos in her hand in fiery protest and yelled back, “I’m not a fucking whore!”

“Wow, she’s a little a spitfire,” the foreigner replied with a dismissive smile as Jasmin stormed away, incensed by the cruel, derogatory comment the foreigner had made to her.