Wearing nothing but a confident smile and the same white stilettos as the previous day, I stepped out from the screen holding my box of clothes. The researcher grinned. I felt more naked than I’d ever felt before as I handed everything over.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “Everyone’s nervous, and you look amazing.” I already knew that, but it was kind of her to try to reassure me.
The assistant pushed the door open for me and I walked through. It closed gently behind me and I heard the lock click.
Taking a deep breath, sucking my stomach in and pushing my chest out I took the last couple of steps into the main room of the office. My head was spinning and then, as I looked around, I thought I must be hallucinating or dreaming: why was everyone else fully dressed?
I’ve had this dream a hundred times before and I wondered if I was about to wake up. Heads began to turn towards me and I felt their eyes on my naked body. I froze and was about to turn and run for the door, but I remembered I’d just heard it lock behind me.
I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.
I’d honestly never felt so self-conscious, sat there, suddenly nude. Lisa sat back beside me in her PVC dress and boots.
“What…” I began, “What am I going to be wearing?”
Lisa looked thoughtful for a second. “Do you know Tina?” she asked me. I nodded, although I only barely knew the girl she was talking about.
“She has something for you to put on,” she told me.
“And where’s Tina?”
“She’s on her way. Or at least she said she’d get her early.”
I looked wistfully at my clothes crumpled on the chair: I’d have preferred to have gotten undressed after my outfit had arrived, not before. Then I glanced up at the table across the room, laid out with drinks and empty glasses. I noticed what looked like a pair of handcuffs on the far corner and then averted my eyes in embarrassment. I don’t know why.
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Like A New Woman – Part 2
“So,” Cassie asked, peering over her coffee cup, “Any more ‘adventures’?”
I could hear the air quotes around “adventures” and I knew exactly what kind of “adventures” she was asking about.
“Well…” I began. She put her cup down and leant forwards. “But I’m not sure I should tell you.”
“You should! You should!” she urged.
I laughed, wanting to hold out on her for a little longer but unable to in the face of her obvious interest.
“Okay, okay!” I paused for effect and sipped my coffee. It felt incredibly mischievous to be talking about these things in the middle of a crowded café at this time of day.
“Tell me!” Cassie instructed earnestly. Or perhaps pleaded is more the word I should use.
“After that first time,” I began.
“With the boots.”
“I’m glad you remember.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget, and I wasn’t even there.” I smiled: I’d never forget.
“Anyway, after the first time, it was as if nothing had happened.”
“You mean you didn’t talk about it?” I shook my head.
“Ellie seemed so embarrassed after we’d had sex and she was splayed out on the floor with those thigh-high boots on. I didn’t want to bring it up.”
“Your relationship is weird,” Cassie said, “If I want something, I just tell Amber. ‘Touch me here.’ ‘Lick me there.’ etc. You get the picture.”
I was lost in thought for a second; I very much got the picture.
“I can’t imagine all the things you two are repressing,” she continued, “Or perhaps, maybe I can, now that we’ve seen this side to Ellie.”
“Do you want to hear what happened or not?”
“Sorry! Very much so.” She mimed a zipping motion over her mouth, but I had a better chance of ending up in bed with her than I had of keeping her quiet when sex was the topic of conversation.
“So, we were going to go out, and I had trousers and a shirt on.”
“She was nowhere near ready. But she was standing in front of the wardrobe, completely starkers again, but wearing those little stilettoes you said you like.”
“Oh yes. They’re gorgeous. And Ellie has great legs.” I smiled: I knew that very well.
“But that’s not like Ellie, just to stand around in the nude while I’m in the room.”
“Oh, right. For me it’s pretty normal. Not you, obviously. Amber.” I’d love to see that, but the chance of it was pretty much zero.
“Well, it’s not normal for Ellie. And she was staring into the wardrobe, just her earrings sparkling and her skin glowing.”
“And instead of going out you banged her right there and then?”
“You know, if that was all that happened do you think it would make an interesting story.”
“Perhaps not. But it’s what I’d do.”
“It crossed my mind, I tell you. And I was sat on the edge of the bed looking at her, and my trousers were feeling a bit tight by then…”
“I have no interest in the contents of your trousers, neither for the purposes of this story nor for any other purposes.”
“Yeah, I know…” It sounded more wistful than I intended. I remembered a long time back when I’d made an inept attempt at a pass at Cassie, and she’d said something along the lines of being so not interested that she could feel her fanny shrinking just at the thought of it. I never tried again.
“So,” Cassie continued, brushing aside the awkward moment as she always had so easily, “What did you do?”
“It was more what Ellie did,” I said.
“Well… she was staring into the wardrobe, as I said, and she asked me what I thought she should wear.” I paused and Cassie stared at me, waiting for me to continue. “So I just ‘you look pretty great like that’.”
“I bet she did.”
“She really did. And she turned and looked at me and said ‘only pretty good?’ And I said ‘okay, pretty amazing’.” She really did look amazing.
“‘That’s slightly better’ she said, ‘But I’m not sure the restaurant would let me in like this.’ And I was lost for words for a minute, because Ellie’s not really the flirting type.”
“Hey, I’ve got a lead role in a new street theatre. What do you know about Lady Godiva?”
“Yeah, when I agreed to go out wearing nothing but a coat, I thought you’d pick something a little longer.”
“Tricia,” she said, “This is Sue.”
I turned towards Cassandra’s business partner. Like Cassandra, she must be only nineteen or twenty years old and I think her parents may have been Vietnamese. Also like Cassandra, she was as thin as a rake, and dressed only in torn denim shorts and heeled sandals. She, too, had small and absolutely perfectly pert, small breasts. She held out a delicate hand for me to shake.
“Pleased to meet you, Tricia,” she said confidently. I presume you get used to working topless after a while.
“Sue, can you cover the till while I show Tricia how things work?” Cassandra said. Sue nodded and smiled a welcomingly at me.
“It’s a shame about the bikini top,” Cassandra continued, glancing at my chest. “Are you sure we can’t tempt you? It’s very liberating.”
I shook my head: there was no way that was going to happen. The post-production crew were going to have their work cut out censoring all the nipples on show, and I didn’t want them seeing my breasts, let alone everyone in the café. I also had a feeling that the raw footage might find its way out of the editing room somehow, especially if I was baring all as well.
“It had started out as a fun game, to run naked through the metro carriage, but it was less fun when we got back and found our clothes were gone.”