One Button At A Time


“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.

I turn back to the camera.

“Well,” I say, “I’m sure you’re anxious to find out a lot more of how this very unique business runs. So, without further ado, I’m going to put on my uniform and join Cassandra for ‘A Working Day’ at the ‘Naked Women in Shorts Café’”

I try to look confident as I fumble at the top button of my blouse with my free hand. I pop it open, and then the second, before Jim takes the camera off of his shoulder and I stop. He only has eyes for Cassandra, of course.

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Naked In The Eyes Of The Law


“Ma’am, that’s not the way things work around here. Now, ma’am, I gotta ask this, but why aren’t you wearing any clothes.”

I had no answer to that, or none that I wanted to share. I couldn’t say because I’m a freak who gets kicks out of driving around naked, or if I had done I’m sure it wouldn’t have helped my case. I just shrugged, and realised that every time I made any movement that made my breasts move he was going to end up staring straight at them. I folded my arms across my chest and felt my nipples pressing into my forearms; maybe I didn’t feel turned on, but nobody had told my body that.

“Well, do you have something you can wear now?”

I shook my head. I knew someday that doing this would get me into trouble, and I had always enjoyed the trouble I had gotten into, but not this time.

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Why Get Dressed?


I walked over and stretched out on the lounger and started to read. Time passed easily and it seemed a completely natural way to spend the day; me in my bathrobe, and Natasha in her tattoos, reading in silence.

At some point I paused my reading, and noticed Natasha was staring into the distance, daydreaming.

“What time do you think it is?” I asked her. She twisted around and peered back into the house where I guessed there must be a clock on the wall.

“It looks like it’s something like two o’clock,” she replied.

I looked around me at the sun-baked paving, and then down at my bathrobe. “I really should get dressed at some point.”

Natasha laughed and shrugged. “I don’t see why. I’m not planning to bother.” That brought a laugh from me. “And besides, all you’ve got is that tight dress from last night, and you really don’t want to be wearing that in this heat.” She had a point there. The thought of an underwired bra pressing into my chest and clingy fabric wrapped around my hips did not appeal one bit. I thought for a second.

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