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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Lucia suddenly tensed and Helena realised she had gone too far too quickly. Pareia gently blew onto the bare skin of the slender redhead and Lucia was carried back under the spell. Her head fell back and she rubbed her neck with her delicate fingers. If it weren’t for their magic, Helena thought, every head in the bar would be watching Lucia now.

“One thing at a time,” Pareia said gently, both to Helena and to Lucia. She ran her finger along Lucia’s slender collarbone and was rewarded by a wriggle of the shoulders.

Then the finger slid down Lucia’s chest, over the soft flesh of her breast, and then stroked the thick red lace that covered her nipples. Lucia trembled in her seat.

“No more hiding,” Pareia whispered to Lucia.

“No more hiding,” Lucia replied out loud, and she put her hands behind her back and unfastened her bra. With a smooth, rapid motion she shrugged it off of her shoulders and dropped it onto her jeans.

“She has a beautiful figure,” Helena said, and Pareia nodded in agreement.

“This is like a dream,” Lucia said quietly to herself, and Helena felt herself overwhelmed by the images of fantasies and dreams that Lucia had kept to herself for all these years.

“You’re almost free,” Pareia whispered to her.

“Almost,” Lucia agreed, and she slid her hands into her underwear and pushed downwards. She needed only a small lift in her seat as she pushed her last item of clothing down her thighs and then let it drop down her legs and onto the floor.

She wriggled contentedly in her seat: who would have thought that the night would end with her sitting naked in the bar? She was glad she had ordered that extra drink now and she emptied her glass.

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“I love your, er,” I said as I looked her up and down, desperate to pay a compliment in return. “I love your tattoos.” Natasha had a magnificent set of multi-coloured tattoos: on her arms, on her shoulders, on the tops of her feet and her ankles, spiralling up her leg and thigh and across her stomach. Oh yes, now I remember the important part of describing Natasha, and why I was surprised, or even shocked, at meeting her. I’m able to describe Natasha’s tattoos in such detail because Natasha was entirely naked.

“Why, thank you,” she said, looking down at herself. I joined her in staring at the young naked body in front of me and wondered whether I was dreaming. “I’ve been collecting them for years. I started with a few small ones like this.” She twisted around and pointed to an owl tattooed on her shoulder before turning back quickly as I tried to tear my eyes away from the way her tiny breasts wobbled as she spun around. “And this was next,” she said as she twisted her leg outwards and pointed to a small butterfly at the top of her inner thigh, although all I could think of was that I was staring directly at her immaculately shaved vagina. “That one was for an old boyfriend, who wanted something that only he would see.” She shrugged and her breasts wobbled again. “I guess everyone gets to see it now.”

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I’d worn a few fairly skimpy outfits in the office before, although nothing unprofessional, but sitting nude in my chair was an entirely different experience. But still, as I turned on my laptop and started to look through my e-mails, it began to feel almost natural.

There seemed to be nothing more urgent than usual so I stood up and walked to the kitchen to get myself some coffee. A hush fell over the room as heads turned towards me and I realised that, somehow, without even knowing what was going on, I had the upper hand.

Feeling especially mischievous I took a diversion towards Kieran’s desk. He was sitting with his back to me so I touched his shoulder to get his attention. He turned around and stared straight at my breasts, and then down, and then, as the day before, to somewhere far over the top of my head.

“Morning, Kieran,” I said with a smile, and then, seeing the colour rising in his cheeks, I turned myself side-on and leant back against his desk with one leg crossed over the other.

“Erm, hi, Jennifer.” The poor boy could hardly speak.

“That Mitchum case? We have a meeting to talk it through at eleven.” He nodded. I think we would have nodded no matter what I said. “Any chance we could move it forward to ten thirty? My morning’s clear but I know it won’t stay that way for long.”

“Erm, sure. Ten thirty.”

I smiled. “Great! I’ll update the meeting invite so you don’t forget me.” He wasn’t going to be forgetting me in a hurry. “You look a bit distracted this morning. Is everything okay?”

His mouth opened and closed and then a mumbled “Erm, fine, I’m fine,” came out.

“That’s good. But let me know if you’re coming down with something, okay? We’ve got to get back to the client tomorrow and I can always get someone to cover for you.” As I spoke I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Well, it would be reassuring, but as my left nipple was now only a foot away from him it was turning him into a nervous wreck instead. I loved every minute of it.

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