“A coat of paint can make an old house feel new, or a naked girl feel clothed. Almost”.
The car behind came to an abrupt stop and turned across the road, in case I had some idea of making another escape attempt. I could plausibly say that I hadn’t seen the first car, but evading a roadblock was something else entirely and if I tried anything I could end up with some serious jail time. I turned off the engine and my hands fell to my sides.
One of the officers with a gun took a step forward and called out to me. “Ma’am, can you step slowly out of the vehicle.” It wasn’t a question.
I gulped and then opened the door, swung both legs out and stood, closing the door behind me. I saw their heads move up and down as they took in the sight of a tall naked woman stepping out of a sports car. I was glad their eyes were behind sunglasses too. “Wooo-eeh,” I heard one of them say quietly.
“Step to the front of the vehicle and put your hands on the hood,” the office instructed.
I had never been pulled over before, but I had seen enough of this on television. I stood by the side of the car bonnet and placed my palms flat on it. The low car and my high heels meant I had to bend at the waist to reach. Through my hands I could feel the warmth of the engine.
“You think I’m letting you out of here while I’m this horny?”
Cassandra smiled and nodded. “I know, I know, and I apologise. There’s a reason I tend to do the negotiating with suppliers…”
I could see how that would work, with Cassandra handling negotiations, and then I realised that, if all their meetings happened in the same state of undress, she probably negotiated some quite decent discounts on supplies from male sales staff.
“But, we’re good to continue?” Cassandra asked, looking at me hopefully with a hint of a smile on her face. She put her hands onto mine, which were still covering a nipple each and, gently, she pulled them away from my body. I offered no resistance. We stood opposite each other with our hands linked. I forced a smile and nodded.
“You’ll do fine,” she whispered, and then added a wink. My smile broadened a little; she really was good at winning people over. I stood, suddenly relaxed, and I realised I probably would have taken the bikini top off if she’d just asked more persistently earlier.
“Hey… some of my friends have played a bit of a prank on me…. Any chance you could come and pick me up?”
Oh dear, Susan thought to herself, bad Susan. No Susan. And then she started chuckling. Because if no-one could see them… why wear them at all?
“Are you having fun in there? Dare I ask?…” Marian’s voice came from outside.
“Just buttoning up!” Susan lied, standing still naked. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she picked up her old knickers and bra and shoved them into the flip-top bin in the corner of the changing room. She looked herself in the eye in the mirror. “You’re really doing this,” she whispered, and picked up the coat, put her arms in the sleeves, and carefully buttoned up all but the top two and the bottom two buttons. With the belt tied it was secure, and she looked down at her old shoes. Not long for you now, she thought as she slipped them on, wishing she could take Marian’s stilettoes instead.
Susan examined herself briefly in the mirror. Nothing appeared different from the way she had looked when she came in. She could just as well be wearing underwear, a low-cut top and a short skirt… She could be, but she wasn’t.
Read the rest of the story in Changing Rooms