“Thank you, Tricia.” She paused for a second. “Well, as you can see,” she indicated the café behind us with a tilt of her head, “We run a small café, mostly serving hot and cold drinks, pastries and such. As you can imagine, it’s quite a competitive industry, and we had to have some way of standing out from the crowd. Now, it’s a truism in business that “sex sells” so, we thought, as we’re two young women putting everything on the line, we went with the idea of the ‘Naked Women Cafe’.“

“But there was a problem from day one, I believe?”

“Yes indeed, Tricia. Apparently the governors interpretation of state laws meant that we couldn’t actually run around naked all day.”

Cassandra pauses and I laugh obligingly. “Of course not,” I prompt.

“And so we don’t get anyone complaining about being misled, we had to change the name to ‘Naked Women in Shorts Café’.  It’s not quite as catchy, but it works.”

“I understand that you’re appealing the governor’s decision at the moment, but, for now, the title seems to be enough to pull people in anyway.”

“It does, yes,” Cassandra replied, “Sue and I always dress in pretty much the same way.” She looked down at herself and I hoped Jim had enough of her in shot to capture her pair of very short and very torn denim shorts, heeled sandals, and a baggy white t-shirt. It’s not often you see such a gorgeous pair of legs on a business program.

“But that’s not the whole story, is it?” I prompted Cassandra. “There’s one more piece to the puzzle of how you’ve managed to pull in customers from miles around?”

Cassandra smiled again. We had pre-planned how the conversation would flow, but Cassandra was great at improvising the words.

“Indeed, Tricia. We’d had this idea of serving in the nude but, until the appeal comes through, we can’t do that. But we don’t want anyone coming to a café called ‘Naked Women in Shorts’ and being disappointed, so we work dressed like this.”

On cue Cassandra grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and pulls it swiftly and smoothly over her head. She’s not wearing a bra underneath and I stare for a second at her perfect, small breasts. Her long hair falls over her bare shoulders and it occurs to me that if the café business ever fails she could easily turn to modelling. She’s almost impossibly thin and the denim shorts cover so little she’s as close to being naked as she can be, and still be legal. I’m suddenly insanely jealous of the combination of brains, beauty and youth.

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“Catch me if you can,” I said with a smile and a wave of my hand, and then I pressed my foot onto the accelerator pedal and the sports car leapt forwards. I watched in my mirror as his SUV struggled away from the lights and disappeared into the distance. I’d hardly gotten a mile from my house and already this drive was turning up some surprises.

Out on the open road, the engine felt more alive than ever. Possibly because of the cooler air, it just felt like all eight cylinders jumped into life the instant I put my foot on the accelerator, and each time the ripple of power ran through the car body I felt a tingle through mine and my nipples stood erect.

Driving through the forest I came up behind a truck that was moving slowly around the snaking curves. I knew there was a straight section two miles up ahead so I took my time and, checking all was clear ahead, I put my foot to the floor and moved across to pass it. The automatic gearbox dropped two gears and I was pressed into the seat by the acceleration. I didn’t mind the driver getting enough of a glimpse of me to wonder if he’d really been passed by a naked woman in a sports car, but I didn’t want him to get a good look at me so I kept accelerating.

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