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Miss Ashdown watched as Jessica caressed the keys and the piano sang in response. She envied her for her passion and, perhaps a little, for her physique too as she moved up and down the scales. She noticed how Jessica moved her position on the stool to stimulate her body yet further, how she would lean into the piano as if she wanted to climb on top of it, and she could feel the essence of the young woman’s sexuality in every passage she played.

Finally, Jessica was finished and, again, she sat with her eyes closed and her fingers and her toes resting lightly on the keys and pedals. Miss Ashdown broke the spell with a gentle touch of Jessica’s forearm.

“That was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” she told her student.

Jessica opened her eyes and smiled dreamily. Oh, how she wished there really was her mystery man in the audience, ready to make love to and to bring her own performance to a crescendo.

Miss Ashdown smiled back at the girl and waited for her to recover. She watched her young, bare breasts rise and fall, with just the hint of a shudder from deep within. Finally Jessica spoke.

“Miss Ashdown?”

“Yes, Jessica?”

“Does this mean…” she said, looking down at her naked body, “Does this mean I have to take lessons like this from now on?”

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But the main thing I noticed was Mia: by her presence she commanded the space. She was wearing… well, you can probably guess what she was, or rather wasn’t, wearing. I recognised the red heels from the other day and, besides those and her thick black hair, her bare, creamy skin seemed to cast a light on the room. On her hands and forearms were a pair of long, silk gloves, but that was the only part of her skin that was covered.

She had a large, gold-sprayed handbag hooked on the crook of her elbow, an oversized watch on one wrist and a bracelet on the other, and a large braided necklace around her neck with a single stone which hung between her breasts. Long earrings almost reached her shoulders and, to crown it off was, well, a crown, or rather a tiara that sparkled in the intense lighting.

I smiled; the image of her was seductive, sensual, erotic and also comical all at the same time. If she had been wearing a long, flowing evening gown it would have been easy to dismiss her as the new-money wife of a rich footballer. Yet, by being naked beneath all of the accessories, she was offering commentary on money instead of trying to represent it.

I looked at some of the other guests; there were more than a few who were wearing at least one item resembling something that Mia was sneering at: a brash watch, a tasteless necklace, or a “look at me” handbag. Admittedly, no-one else was wearing a tiara.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and I wasn’t the only one. “Amazing, isn’t she?” a voice said from beside me.

I turned around and saw a late middle-aged man in an expensive suit with a neatly trimmed beard and grey hair.

“All those things that many people aspire to and yet, if you removed them, Mia would become more beautiful as each item disappeared.”

He had a point: her nakedness served to highlight just how drab those expensive items were by comparison.

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“I’ve got enough footage from out there,” he said, “So I guess we can get started.” I nodded. I saw him glance at my cleavage; I realised, in all the time we’d worked together, that this was probably the first time he’d seen me in anything other than a blouse. Strangely, I felt flattered that, even with Cassandra’s and Sue’s breasts only a few feet away, I could still provide a small distraction, even covered as I was.

“Let’s do the intro first,” I said, and Jim propped his camera up onto his shoulder. The red light came on to show he was recording. I grabbed the microphone he held out for me and stood still with the café counter behind me with the girls working away.

“Here we are inside ‘Naked Women in Shorts’ to see how the business runs. As you can see, Cassandra and Sue are busy behind me, and I’m in my uniform ready to lend a hand.”

At this point, Jim should be filming me from the chest upwards. Hopefully, with my shoulders bare, the viewers will be assuming that I’ve stripped off as well. I paused for a second.

Jim gave a thumbs up: it was the sign that he’d pulled back to get my bikini top in the frame.

“Well, you didn’t think I’d be willing to bare all on my salary, did you?” I said as I shrugged. Jim smiled and the red light went off as he stopped recording.

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Relaxing by NicholasStavropoulos1:

“So, here we are then,” she said to Iris.

“Yes, here we are.” Iris felt distinctly less comfortable like this than Selena seemed to. She daren’t look around the room. She leant forwards, rested her arm on the table and picked up her wine glass in her other hand. She involuntarily glanced at Selena’s breasts again. For the first time, she wondered what they would feel like; would they would fell the same as her own. Her lips pursed slightly.

“Here we are,” Selena said, “Just two naked girls having a drink.”

Iris laughed, the tension relieved for a moment. Iris had always had a wonderful smile.

“Well, I guess we can finally call this a draw, can we?” Iris said, leaning forwards and picking up her wine glass.

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