The Power of Naked Girls

A collection by P.A. Choi

Copyright 2023 P.A. Choi

Cover design by P.A. Choi.

Table of Contents

Naked Sparks Joy!

The Naked Girl Drive-Thru

Through The Window

The Anti-Naked Defense Team

The Naked Girl Task Force

Chasing the Naked Angels

About P.A. Choi

The Pentagon. Giant screens line the high wall before rows of computers where uniformed data analysts type and click. On a normal day, half of the computers might be running Minesweeper, but today is not one of those days.

“General Goodhue, take a look at this.”

The old and tired general, his tie loosened, his face sagging, comes over.

“What now?”

“The energy signals from before, they’re growing.”

“Christ...”

“More and more throughout the country, sir, look.”

The general actually hadn’t looked initially, but now does, and sees the entire United States marked with orange blobs, signaling a strange energy surge that they do not understand.

“What in God’s name is going on?” the general asks.

“General! A report from Moscow! They’re experiencing the same thing. Their nuclear reactors are in danger of meltdown!”

“Great,” the general says, and holds his head in his hands, looking up to the ceiling for guidance. “Get the Navy on the horn, pronto. It’s time to test out our cadmium missiles. That oughta put the lights out in the motherland.”

“Or failing that, a little bit of a power check,” an unfamiliar voice says, and the general and all the others in the room turn to see a tall, swarthy old man standing at the head of the room. He is lean and imposing for his age, and his face is decorated with a thick, grey beard, his hair thinning only a little. He is dressed in a tweed suit, but he is not being stared at as much as the person next to him, who is dressed in nothing at all.

The man’s companion is a middle-aged, finely-aged woman with a jet-black bob cut and a warm face, warm skin the hue of honey, and distracting breasts with chocolate cherry-dark nipples, and darker still, below her slim stomach, a wide tangle of black, which her hands fold in front of in formality but do not completely conceal. The grey-bearded man concludes his interruption. “You may need to re-think your strategies, gentlemen.”

“Who the hell are you?” the general asks indignantly, standing straighter than he had all evening.

“The name’s Professor Dougherty, from Gregory University in Maine. I was asked to be here.”

“By who?”

“I can explain, general,” one of the square-shouldered officers says, stepping in. “I knew we were going to need some outside expertise.”

“And they let you in like that?” the general exclaims, holding out his hand at the shamelessly naked woman beside the professor.

"Indeed they did, General," the professor says, stepping into the room, with his naked assistant following. "There's a potent power in that bare skin, power that can let us freeze the hearts of any man, and move oceans. It is this power you're experiencing now. Allow me to explain. Jane?"

The woman at his heels nods and walks ahead of him to a row of computers where the analysts there move back to allow her to take their place.

“Hold it! Hold it!” the general cries, unphased by the slim back and naked butt of the professor’s assistant. “I can’t just have you come in and touch sensitive data!”

“At ease, general, we have authorization,” the professor says, and swiftly walks past the general as if he had no more significance than an upset child, and he goes over to Jane. One of the data analysts pushes a chair over for her to sit on as if they were making an offering to royalty, and she smiles and thanks the blushing man, and sits her bare butt on the fabric seat.

“Knowledge surrounds these library walls,” the professor says to no one in particular. “And with these instruments, that knowledge can be ours.”

Jane begins typing rapidly on the outdated mechanical keyboard before her and soon the large screens on the far wall display a glowing diagram, a neon green tinted representation of the United States, then zooming out, the map of the whole world. A thin line shoots out from the northeastern U.S. and expands into a box, within which is the crude representation of a nude woman, arms out, rudimentary curves representing her bared breasts.

“Alright General, it’s time for our journey to begin,” the professor announces as Jane taps a button. The figure of the rudimentary woman on the giant screen fills with gradiated colors, representing... something. Then in quick succession, more boxes appear, following hair-thin lines jumping out from multiple locations. Each box displays the silhouette of a woman radiating with color.

“Naked girls,” the professor says, and turns dramatically to address the general and his dumbfounded staff. “With the power to bring a whole nation to its knees.”

Behind him, the map of the world becomes earmarked and littered with the multiplying diagrams.

“What in the goddamn hell are you talking about?” the general says, now more tired than ever.

“You’ll see in a second, General.”

“I have one signal,” Jane announces at her station, and on the giant screen, one of the boxes flashes a different color. It is hovering near the Southeastern United States.

“Have a look, General,” the professor instructs, raising his hand to the screen. “You’ll see just the type of power I’m talking about.”

Somebody somewhere dims the lights, as if they were at a movie theater, and all eyes look towards the screen.

Naked Sparks Joy!

Chester and Sheryl were very nervous that day. It was one o'clock, and almost time for the camera crew to arrive. Sheryl kept fussing around. In the kitchen, she leaned down—and grabbed her back with a wince of pain—to get some Windex and a rag.

“No!” Chester said, not quite a yell, but he was getting ready to yell, because this had been the fourth time he had stopped her from trying to tidy up.

“I’m sorry, it just doesn’t feel right to let them see the place like this.”

“It’s supposed to be messy, that’s the point of the show.”

“Oh, are you saying I keep a messy house? Well you can pitch in a little, too, mister, I—”

“T-that’s not what I meant. I—” Chester waved his hand. “Ah, forget it, I’m not gonna get heated right now.”

“Uh-huh. Well maybe that would be good for the show. People like drama, right?”

“Hmph. Yeah, I guess… Oh shit!”

“You’re gonna have to work on that, you sound fake.”

“No, they’re here!”

Chester had turned his head to look away from the potential argument, and outside the kitchen window, the sun glared off the white paint of a large van that was already in their driveway. Sheryl actually gasped (dramatically).

A young man not even half the couple’s age and in a very nice suit entered and introduced himself as the director. He gave them a quick rundown and made sure they were ready. Nothing you need to take care of? he asked, and they shook their heads. He wanted to make sure that they were completely comfortable, given the nature of the show. “That’s why I wanted to come in first before the rest of the crew.”

“And before your star,” Sheryl said with a sneer. 

“Yes, she tends to be a source of many emotions. But that’s not all it. We do want your first impression of her on camera to be genuine, so that’s why we’d like to get the second unit camera guy in here first.”

“I see her!” Chester cried, standing by the front door and peeking through the sliver of rectangular glass at the side. He had just caught sight of a whole lotta skin, just around the back corner of the van.

*****

"I see her!" the tubby, balding, sixty-ish-something man exclaimed, leaning forward and shielding his eyes as he looked out the living room window like a kid waiting for his new dog to be brought home.  It was a little cheesy and definitely acted (and probably not rehearsed). It had been Sheryl's suggestion, after watching how excited Chester got when he first caught glimpse of the show's star. He was not able to replicate that surprise and they didn't have time to get it right, because the star was just outside the door, waiting for the signal to knock. Of course, the audience didn't know this. And the husband's reaction moments later was genuine, as the knock came and it was his wife to open the door and step back to allow the camera and her husband to see.

In the frame stood a short, slender Japanese girl, with long dark hair that hung in front of her bare chest and contrasted against her tanned skin. She was once pale, but a life with minimal clothing gave her a ruddy luster.

“Hellooo!” she sang, lively, and jumped through the open door, hopped to face the camera, and leaned forward, waving her palms. “Iiiit’s Nako... Tako... yama!”

Sheryl stood back and gaped, and there was a clear line of sight for Chester, standing at the entrance between the living room and foyer, to take in the unbelievable sight: completely naked, even her feet, bubbly cute. As she shook her hair, her tiny, palm-sized breasts jiggled as well. She hopped on her naked soles like an excited child, and pivoting, winking, demanding attention was a shaggy puff of untrimmed, dense pubic hair. And behind her, her crew spilled in: some lighting guys, and then another cameraman. This guy was nude, too, and Sheryl's eyes widened even more, and her cheeks pushed up with a delighted smile.

Having the wives be surprised at a naked male joining Nako was always something people looked forward to in the show. It evened the playing field, with the husbands now ironically jealous after their wives had already mentally prepared themselves for their husbands to gaze on the naked, lean body of a young woman. The truth was that Nako's main cameraman, Ken, was asked by her to also be nude, in solidarity, and to send home the message of the show: that being naked sparks joy.

“Sooo, let’s get started,” Nako said, walking past the flustered couple with the second-unit camera following her and keeping her in frame. The gist of the show was that Nako, a longtime nude celebrity by this point, would visit homes of stressed households, be they families, roommates, or people living by themselves, so that she could criticize and improve their way of life, which was always centered around being nude at home and adjusting daily habits to accommodate that.

“Your air is set very low,” Nako said. “Nako’s chilly.” The nude Japanese girl hugged herself, hiding her nipples, which had hardened to the size of pencil erasers.

“I can turn it down,” Chester offered.

“It’s great to have a warm house when you don’t have clothes!” Nako beamed. “But let’s check everything first…”

Everybody followed her to the living room, the second-unit cameraman and the couple getting a treat of Nako’s little lively butt, sharply jostling with each of her steps.

“Mmmm, wall-to-wall carpet… can be comfy, as long as you vacuum it often.”

She sniffed the air.

“I don’t think you do, though. Cleanliness is important to a naked life!”

Sheryl would have noticed the insult, but she was too busy shifting her eyes at the naked cameraman. The shot on television quickly panned past her anxious expression, where she was biting her lip, with a quick shot of Ken the cameraman panning around the room, and his penis hanging long and proud.

Nudity wasn’t unusual to see on television now. A lot had changed in the twenty-first century. First, with the popularity of naked gatherings and events, and later, with a strange epidemic of nudity across the world, which people were still debating the cause of. The effect was facing nudity head-on, since it couldn’t be avoided, and as businesses opened up that made nudity part of their selling point, so did movies and television programs. It was all a little exploitative, but for Nako’s program, there was a definite message behind it.

Upon speaking of cleanliness, Nako turned to the perplexed Chester, who flinched at the sudden attention from a naked girl. She came right up to him, and he tensed and kept himself from shrinking away, and the carelessly unclothed girl leaned into him and sniffed quite loudly. She leaned closer and sniffed again, and a visible bead of sweat went down Chester's temple. Ken even did a crash-zoom on it.

“When did you shower?” Nako asked him.

“Uh, yesterday, uh…”

“Before bed? Or earlier?”

“Earlier. It was the afternoon, after I mowed the lawn.”

“Unacceptable!” Nako cried, and playfully slapped the man’s arm, making him flinch. “One must always be clean. A shower right before bed is ideal, because then you go to sleep completely fresh, and your sheets will smell like ocean breeze. And you wake up still feeling good, that is if you sleep without clothes. Which I bet you—” she slapped his side again, like Miss Piggy getting riled up at Kermit—“didn’t do.”

“Y-yes, I sleep in pajamas, me and my wife—”

“Why put on clothes to go to sleep? It’s stupid!”

Chester nodded and looked to the floor as if he were being reprimanded. Which he was.

“You can get away with not showering for a day, but only if you’re naked. You wear clothes, you sweat under clothes, your body becomes gross. Simple as that.”

The camera captured her ranting, focused in on her face and past the eye-catching nudity to sell the message. Then it cut to Chester nodding, understanding the message. Then Nako was at the couch, leaning down. The viewers at home got treated to a slightly leering shot of her unblemished behind jutting out at them.

“And this couch smells funky. Do you use it a lot?”

“Yes,” Chester replied, clearing his throat at the unobstructed view of the lithe girl’s shapely ass and then choking suddenly when she turned around. “I-I usually watch TV after work.”

“You shower first, right?”

“Well no, I usually get home and collapse there before Sheryl makes dinner.”

"Unacceptable!" Nako shouted, which was almost uncharacteristic for her. She was usually bubbly and sweet, but it was her new shtick she developed, riding off the memetic appeal of Gordon Ramsey and the Bar Rescue guy. "When you get home, before you relax, you should shower! Or take long bath. Who wants to sit on their couch when they're all smelly and muggy? Disgusting!"

All eyes (those in the room and those at home) watched her intently and then followed her petite butt as it wandered from room to room. Nako instructed the couple on how often to clean their sheets, how to sanitarily leave the bathroom while being nude (a potentially embarrassing segment where Nako took most of the brunt of it, demonstrating how to meticulously wipe one's self so that there was nothing to drip upon leaving the bathroom in the nude) and how to nude-proof one's house for the most utility and comfort: Always have a robe nearby to throw on in case there's a knock at the door (unless one doesn't care about being seen nude!); always have a towel in a room to sit on, particularly if one has fabric seats; an outdoor shower is a must, Nako explained, if one wants to do yard work and be able to quickly clean off a little before coming inside, minimizing the amount of dirt and bugs one drags in. All these things Nako meticulously explained, while the couple and the lighting guys and the one clothed cameraman and the one nude one followed her around. Then Nako got busy. She vacuumed their living room for them. Audiences watched as her body moved and worked, her arms thrusting forward and pulling back and her breasts revealed, then hidden, and her hips subtly flexing. Everybody watched with undivided attention when Nako moved her body about.

She helped Sheryl strip the bed and do the laundry, washing the sheets, covers, seat covers, and anything that wasn't sewn down. By this point, Nako was working up a sweat, to the delight of audiences everywhere, adept at noticing the little beads of moisture on her skin.

“Whoo, Nako is working up a sweat!” Nako said. “I might need a shower!”

She demonstrated the importance of keeping clean outside, on their front patio, finding the hose and turning it on herself, while the cameramen and all the neighbors watched. The sight of a slim girl turning around and around in the nude, with water cascading down her skin, was still an unusual one in this day and age, but not one worth calling the authorities over.

“You should put a rubber mat here to stand on,” Nako instructed, dripping wet. “And maybe a privacy screen, if you need that. Nako doesn’t, though!”

She practically made a pose for the voyeuristic neighbors across the street, who got an eyeful of naked girl from two hundred feet away: a lot of beige, a dash of black between the thighs, a grinning, innocent face.

“Now…” Nako then instructed. “You both go get clean. Come down without putting anything on, and we’ll go from there.”

“Shower… together?” Chester asked incredulously.

“Sure, together. You’re husband and wife, right? Or separate, Nako doesn’t care. Just get clean, I can smell the stench of the day on both of you!”

Chester again nodded embarrassingly, and Sheryl was in a daze, lazily following her husband when he beckoned her. Her focus was mostly on Ken the cameraman, and luckily he followed the couple up to record them showering. Chester was a bit taken aback, but the idea was that one's body shouldn't be a shocking secret to everybody. So, despite the intimate situation, and the thought that a million people might be getting off to this scene (which some did), Chester got naked in front of the camera, and so did his wife. Both of them were pudgy, pale, and wrinkly. Sheryl had a loose and animated paunch and saggy breasts that looked like half-filled water balloons, and Chester’s oddly-shaped ass was wide at the top and narrowed down towards the bottom, where his wrinkly, pink scrotum hung. Neither of them were something people would want to see, but the cameras rolled anyway. Like scared children, Chester and Sheryl stepped into the stall and turned on the water and seemed not to know what to do. Nako was absent, off somewhere else in the house, but Ken dutifully filmed and made them feel a slight bit more comfortable since he was also nude, but as the soap was brought out and lathered and Chester and his wife awkwardly ran washcloths over each other, Chester uncomfortably noticed that the cameraman's long and enviable cock was starting to lengthen even more somehow, and rise. He felt like he was filming a porno. As the soapy cloth from his wife's hand passed over his shoulder and down his abdomen, he almost forgot about the camera crew and even the young, nude Japanese girl, and he looked at his wife in a strange moment of public intimacy.

The shower took a moment. Nako was waiting patiently with a grin, sitting over a towel on the couch with long, tan legs folded as the couple came downstairs.

“Great! You look nice and clean! Come, Nako has set out towels for you.”

Chester and Sheryl cautiously entered the living room, unaccustomed to being nude in there, while the camera crew circled around them. They settled down on the couch catercorner to Nako, and she leaned forward and placed her hands on her knees while she went on a spiel.

“I haven’t touched your air conditioning,” Nako started, “but later, you might want to raise the temperature. For now, though, you are warm from the shower. Nako asks you hang out for the rest of the day naked. Keep your clothes off all the way to bed, and then past that. See how you feel when you wake up tomorrow.”

The husband and wife nodded guardedly while glancing at the cameramen surrounding them, including the one nude one, his cock hanging long and distracting. And the dainty girl sitting in their chair... This was all so surreal. But the audience back at home loved seeing it, seeing Nako, but also seeing average people adjust to not only her, but to themselves. It was voyeuristic but also oddly positive. The reverse of the train wreck shows like Hoarders or My 600-lb Life. Audiences liked seeing people’s prudishness challenged and then overcome. Nako had, in a way, started a new television trend.

She jumped in the van later, after all filming had been wrapped, and let out a whoop and a sigh. She sat directly in front, in the middle seat, while Ken, still nude, hopped in and drove, and the much more flustered second-unit guy, clothed, hopped in the passenger’s seat, with Nako sandwiched between them.

“Another successful visit!” Nako beamed, and the clothed cameraman blushed and Ken just smiled and started the van. They drove off to their studio, where the footage would be edited, and nobody stopped their van, visibly housing two naked people: a gruff and casually naked man with toned biceps, who may have just been shirtless for all people knew, and a bouncy, bubbling girl, her bouncy chest seen through the windshield by passers-by. She may as well have just been topless too, but female nipples are sociologically proven to be one hundred percent more shocking.

What might have been more shocking, if people from outside could have seen it, was how much Nako toyed with the vulnerable cock of her cameraman and driver. Working with Nako, Ken’s considerably long length was alternatively hard and half-hard. That’s why he looked so long; in a normal situation, he would have been stubby and unappealing. He was a grower, and Nako made him grow, not just because of her effortless nudity, but because she had a spark to her. While they drove, Nako reached to her left and batted around Ken’s half-hard dick until it stood straight up, while the second unit cameraman sat stiffly and watched out of the corners of his eyes, wishing that was him. He was torn between the lewd scene going on and the road ahead, lest Ken be so completely distracted that he steer them into danger. This was just life working with Nako; she was very much a free spirit.

Nako rose to popularity during the wave of "Naked Smash" tournaments, video game tournaments of the popular Nintendo fighting game, where participants and even audience members attended nude. When it was popular enough to broadcast, Nako was there as one of its spokespeople, jumping on stage and waving her hands and letting all the lonely Smash Fans drink in her weebish nakedness. On the night of one of the biggest Smash tournaments, participants flooded out into the hosting town, along with Nako, and besieged the public with many incidents of public nudity and even sexual activity (which Nako was a part of)[i]. If there could be cataloged a list of enemies to decency, Nako would be the number one most wanted.

She gained a little bit of legitimacy in the wake of the Night of Naked Girls, or so it had been called. As previously stated, it was an event about which little was known to the public, but more or less, a string of unrelated incidents coalesced into a worldwide panic, starting with the inexplicable activity of young women suddenly taking their clothes off without a thought, and an invasion of what was said to be tribal women from another dimension. And Nako was there, because her uncle was part of a team studying the phenomena, and he brought Nako, nude (as she is most comfortable), to make a plea to Congress about the importance of adapting to this new reality. Nako the spokesperson became Nako the activist[ii]. After that strange series of incidents, the world got more and more used to public nudity, and laws were passed legalizing it, which opened a Pandora's box for all sorts of exploitative media and events, and Nako faded into the background. Until recently. The last heard from her was of some adventures she went on with one of the supposed alien women, adventures of sex and indecency, but those are nothing more than legend, and the population of perhaps extraterrestrial naked women living among us has faded to the background, as well as Nako.

Then, she reappeared, being the face of this new brand of television show, and the world celebrated. Nako was a household name now.

Not without some push-back. Many moralist groups and normal, social-media-addicted people cried out against Nako's show's hedonism, never mind that the messages in the show were positive. Chester and Sheryl's episode was revisited, for the audience to find that the couple had gone on to live a happy and healthy nude life. It had seemed Nako had made a difference, but there were people that accused her of doing it for the wrong reasons, an opinion motivated, no doubt, by her sometimes racy performance.

One episode in question had her visiting a middle-aged couple with a teenage son. Their issue was that the house was always a mess, that the couple barely had time to keep it in order, and that nineteen-year-old Caleb did nothing to help around the house, taking (and failing) online college courses while he freeloaded from his parents. It was Nako to the rescue. But how could nakedness solve this problem? Audiences were surprised to find out how.

Nako came through the front door in her usual boisterous way, and young Caleb focused on her like a laser as she drifted from room to room, observing the family’s house. Caleb’s parents had never seen him so focused before.

“Not bad, comfy decor… you have a nice house!” Nako beamed.

"T-Thank you," Caleb's mother said, nervous to have a bubbly naked girl in her home. The woman seemed tense when Nako passed close by a tall shelf of pictures and knick-knacks and was seen quickly brushing off one of the shelves after Nako moved on, as if she were paranoid about the girl's bare bush, which had been inches away from an old childhood picture of Caleb, leaving behind any stray hairs.

Nako didn’t have much to criticize about the house, but she did have plenty to say about Caleb’s room.

“Gosh! It smells like a locker room in here!”

Caleb was now suddenly not enthusiastic about following the naked TV host, but she came back out in the hall to summon him.

“Come here, come here. Explain to Nako some things.”

Caleb slumped his shoulders and walked past the cameramen (leaning far away from Ken) to the entrance of his room.

“You live like this?” Nako said, observing clothes strewn all about the floor and the bed. “Are these clothes dirty?”

"Y-yeah," Caleb said without looking at her.

“Gross! And is that a dirty ramen bowl?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Nako likes ramen, but not in her room. Even if you did take the empty bowl to the kitchen—which you should!—she smacked him across the arm and he shrank in on himself, unable to look at the naked girl admonishing him. “It would still be gross to eat in your room. That is what the dining room is for.”

“I like eating and watching shows on my laptop,” Caleb argued.

“Wrong!” Nako yelled. “You should spend time with your family during meals. And when you eat something hot in your room, the smell stays. This room smells like soy sauce and ball sweat.”

“I-It does?”

“Yes it does! How do you throw dirty clothes all over your floor and eat ramen and not expect it to smell like those things?”

“I, I-I don’t know…”

“We need to clean up. Go, grab hamper, let’s remove these clothes.”

“R-right.”

“Yours too.”

Caleb spun around

“W-what?”

“Yes, get naked. Or wait, let’s clean up first, then get naked for shower. When did you last shower?”

“Uh, like two days ago.”

“Unacceptable!”

And so the scolding went. Caleb's parents peeked in the room during the filming of that moment with both amusement and concern, but the results were showing themselves: Nako was standing over Caleb like a nude drill sergeant and having him throw all his clothes in a plastic laundry hamper, something they never were able to get him to do. Next, once those things were removed downstairs, Nako opened the window and leaned out to get a breath of fresh air (and flashing her tiny tits to the whole street), and then she had Caleb retrieve some Febreze and a duster. She reached up on her toes to turn on the ceiling fan, treating viewers to a loving, held shot of her body stretching and her small breasts bouncing slightly when she settled back flat on her feet. Then she guided Caleb's hand as she made him dust his desk and shelves. He was tense the whole time. Then she directed him elsewhere.

“Now let’s go, go shower!” Nako said, and was already marching out of the room. “Come! Come!”

Caleb hesitatingly set his duster on the desk and stepped into the hallway, looking at the second-unit cameraman as if for explanation, then skipping Ken completely, since he was a naked man awkwardly standing in his room, and in the hallway, he looked to his parents, and they avoided eye contact. In the other direction, down the hallway, Nako's happy butt bounced along.

“Come get naked,” Nako instructed when he entered the bathroom.

“Um…. with the cameras?”

“You don’t have to be in front of camera. Did you not sign release? Either way, you must get clean.”

“Uuh…

“Do you have a hamper in the bathroom?”

“Uh, no…”

“So what do you do with your clothes? You should have something to put them in so you can strip before a shower and then carry your clothes safely downstairs without pressing them against your clean body!”

“O-okay…”

“That’s the path to cleanliness. Now get naked!”

Caleb was visibly shaking as he pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a lean, toned torso. He glanced up at Nako and Ken as he took his jeans down. Nako, as per her usual, boisterous self, hopped on her heels and clapped, as if seeing a young man take off his clothes gave her joy (it did).

With cameras rolling, Caleb got in the shower and seemed to forget how to bathe himself. One didn't normally do it with an audience. And an audience he had, a million national TV watchers, and he would create many crushes that day as millions of housewives, college girls, older, randy men and men who discovered their sexuality that day, witnessed the water coursing down his lean frame, and his lesser self resisting the spray, raising upwards and upwards as if to embrace the shower. And then Nako joined in, too.

“You’re dinking around!” she said. “Here,” and she took up a washcloth, lathered it, and ran it across Caleb’s chest while he let his hands fall and he marveled at what was going on. His erection tickled her thighs and she didn’t seem to notice, until she came down to it and gave it a little attention, too, and it jumped as if in surprise.

All this was shown uncensored on television, as was a secondary shot of Ken filming, fully erect now too at the scene he was capturing. It was definitely a new era of television. Caleb’s parents had stayed in the hall. They were too ashamed to look at what was going on in the bathroom. But when Caleb exited, with Nako and his ever-present erection in tow, they could not look away.

Caleb stepped into the hallway as if reborn, freshly clean, confidently nude, walking side-by-side with a beautiful naked girl, and shamelessly erect. Nako had affectionately toweled him off, at one point on her knees with his wobbling erection inches from her face, to which she innocently laughed, and she instructed him on applying deodorant right away and brushing his teeth and applying lotion and powder to make him feel as fresh and flawless as possible, to be retained by not putting clothes on.

“But if I hang around naked, won’t my room still smell like ball sweat?” he asked as they entered his room again.

“That’s why you keep clean, silly. You don’t smell like ball sweat now, do you?”

They both stood in the middle of his moderately clean room, with the cameramen focusing on them, a thin naked girl and a thin naked (and aroused) guy, a perfect, beautiful, natural pairing for the world to love.

"Well, I guess not…" Caleb said, and he flinched as Nako bent over, as if bowing deep, and she put her nose right to his scrotum, his stubborn erection laying against her face. Nako inhaled sharply against his sack, and then did it again, and then stood, leaving his dick wobbling in the wake of her exit.

“Smells fresh to me.”

Caleb let out a ragged breath. The moment, as aired on TV, was one of heightened suspense, as Caleb was obviously beside himself, and his lesser self seemed to plead for release, hoping Nako would notice, and at that moment, she did, looking down and laughing at his rigid display.

“That means you have energy,” she said, leaning into him and laying a hand across his chest, and with her other, playful hand, she merely batted the boy’s erection from underneath, as if hefting up something heavy. “And you’ll need lots of energy to go out and conquer the day, and—oh!”

Nako let out a delighted laugh as Caleb's jumping cock crisscrossed white stripes on her thigh. His mother was heard gasping and the camera panned away just enough to see her covering her mouth and running back into the hall. When it panned back, Nako was actually crouching slightly, where the rest of the ejaculation lay across her fingers, and she looked at the twitching member as if it were a Blue's Clue. The camera captured it with her face in focus, and then slightly out of focus as her hand grasped around Caleb and he groaned, and Nako laughed.

“Lots of energy!" she beamed, and gently and slipperily she jacked him until his body didn't shake anymore, and she stood straight and gave him a side hug.

“But now you’ll probably need a nap! Getting off is okay once in a while, but do it too much and you’ll be a lazy puss! Do you masturbate every day?”

Caleb wasn’t even looking at her anymore, but off into space, his eyes nearly rolling all the way back. Until she patted him on the back to get him moving.

“Well it doesn’t matter. Hurry up! Get to the bathroom and clean! Or else your room is gonna smell again!”

She was practically shooing him, the tips of her fingers almost brushing against Caleb’s butt cheeks, as the camera looked over Nako’s shoulder.

“And don’t drip in the hallway!” she cried, and the mother was heard gasping with horror again.

*****

The episode aired just like that, amazingly, though it had not been the first time that sexual imagery was explicitly displayed on prime time. Programs similar to the UK shows that featured nudity and even sex in an educational context were now being produced in the States, some of them coming off as rather pornographic, though it is hard to represent sex without showing, well, sex. Still, it had people questioning the motives of such shows. It shouldn’t be something that people watch just to get off to, would be one criticism, followed by: Why not?

Nako’s show was technically educational in a way, but not about the body. She educated about her way of life. So she didn’t hide behind any message when it came to titillation, or, as with Caleb, when her guests came. The scene, showing every white-hot light-speed shot ejaculating, made it past the editing room and to the premier at five o’clock Pacific Time, to horrified shock and delighted awe. The scene at the studio the next day was like something out of TV itself, with the angry producer visiting, steam shooting from his ears.

"Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to put an ejaculating cock on prime-time television? People are eating during that time!”

“What, are we gonna get kicked to a different time slot?”

“You’re gonna get kicked off the air if something like that is shown again. This isn’t a porn program!”

“It kind of halfway is…”

“Oh, hi Mister Producer!”

It was Nako, coming in to drink in compliments of their latest episode, dressed, as always, with nothing on, not even on her feet. One look and the producer grumbled and covered his eyes.

“Problems?” Nako asked one of the familiar faces.

“I’m a married man!” the producer shouted over the others’ heads. He was a rather tall man.

“Oh, well good!” Nako said. “Nako won’t tempt you.”

“You are tempting me.”

Nako’s eyebrows shot up and so did the studio guy effortlessly sitting near her (her naked hips were at eye level but it didn’t seem to bother him at all, as he was completely used to Nako).

“Tempt you to do what, Chief?” he asked.

“Oh for Christ’s sakes, you know what I—Nako, my office in five, door open. And put on something if you can.”

The producer turned and angrily marched into the back halls, where his special office resided, a wasted room that nobody could use because the producer wanted an office of his own at every studio location.

Nako did not get dressed when she visited his office.

“Oh for Christ’s—why did I know you wouldn’t get dressed?”

“Five minutes is not enough time to find clothes!” Nako said, stepping through the door and slowly drifting to the chair in front of the producer and his averting eyes. “Besides, Nako more comfortable this way.”

“Ugh, I should keep a towel in this office. Anyway, you can sit.”

Nako sat. Her cheeks sank into the chushy leather of the large seat with a squeak and the producer grimaced.

“Try to keep stunts like that to a minimum from now on?”

“Stunts?”

“What you did on the episode that aired last night.”

“I did what I always do.”

He sighed. “I mean specifically, well, that kid.”

“Oh, yes! He was excited.”

“Right, I think maybe try not to egg people on like that.”

“Oh? Nako didn’t really do anything.”

“You touched him down there.”

“Oh, well yes, I couldn’t help it when he got all excited. Dicks are fun.”

“Yes but—“ he sighed again. “It’s a little lewd for TV.”

“I think it was the best part of the show!”

The producer grumbled again and tried to find the right words, but there was no convincing Nako. And there was no arguing against ratings. Complaints they got plenty, but the episode was the most-watched episode so far, and though the producer wanted the scene edited out of all future airings, he was told by higher-ups not to touch it. His rant at the studio was as impotent as the boy Caleb was virile. And speaking of Caleb, the show revisited his family at the beginning of another episode, to catch up on how things changed after Nako's visit, and the segment enforced a positive message behind the pornographic display that the producer had vented so much about.

Caleb had not only kept his room clean and started doing chores and helping around the house, but in a matter of weeks, he had gotten a job and even moved out into his own place. His parents couldn’t have been happier. It seemed all it took was an intimate lesson from a naked girl.

*****

Nako didn't visit a home for every episode. Some episodes were her spending time at her own "home" (i.e., a studio home), detailing how she goes about a lazy day while remaining fresh, a true philosophical approach to comfy home living. The Nako Philosophy. Viewers tuned in to watch Nako make her bed, Nako taking a shower (with a lot of slow-mo), Nako making a small dinner, or even just Nako watching TV, all naked. For fans of "girls doing stuff naked," Nako was the best thing on television. The occasional sexual situation was just the cherry on top. But after the performance with Caleb, people were definitely voicing their desire to see more. That all depended on who Nako's next guest would be.

She got comments like these during her “on the street” segments, where Nako would walk through a bustling business district and draw eyes (though she was only there to get some ice cream, and to greet her fans). Segments like these would usually run between a commercial and the next important scene. The audience loved seeing Nako walk out in the sunlight even more than they did seeing her relax inside a home, and the spectators on the sidewalks certainly adored her. Often, she would stop and talk with people, and Ken would step close to pick up the audio with his camera’s large, phallic mic, sometimes visibly drawing the eye of the person being interviewed when his actual phallus entered their peripheral vision.

“I’m a big fan of the show!” a chubby, young-looking guy in a tight-fitting t-shirt said, and Nako grinned her thanks.

“C-can I get a hug from you?” the young man requested.

“Why sure! Nako loves hugs!”

She leaned in and gave the flustered young man a full-on hug and his cheeks turned flush red.

“What do you like best about the show?” Nako asked him as she stepped back and the camera focused on the boy and his embarrassed smile. His eyes went to Ken, fell briefly, darted away, found Nako, and his smile went stupid.

“I uh, I like it when you toy with the guys.”

“Oh yeah? That gets you off, doesn’t it?”

The young man’s mouth fell open and he didn’t know what to say.

“Oops! That means something dirty, doesn’t it? I mean you just like it.”

“Right…”

“You know, Nako hates the word ‘dirty.’ Sex isn’t ‘dirty.’ I feel bad about using that word.”

“Oh, well, yeah, that’s a good point... Say, have you ever been to Eyeshine Island?”

Nako shook her head while maintaining her smile.

“Oh, I figured you might have. Supposedly there’s a really sex-positive scene there. I’m all for that.”

“Hey! We are of the same mind!”

“I guess so… Though…”

Nako narrowed her eyes and stepped closer. This was no doubt torture for the boy. Ken was grinning behind the camera, and his penis gently lifted a few inches. He hoped nobody would notice, but it didn't matter if anybody, including the boy, did. Seeing Nako make men flustered was irresistible.

“What wrong?” Nako asked the boy.

“N-nothing! Nothing. I better get going, heh…”

“Nope. You’re not escaping Nako so easily. What wrong? Shy, eh?”

“No. N-not too much. It’s just that I’m not a free spirit like you.”

“What you mean?”

"Well, like, I love seeing you make a difference in people's lives, and I'm definitely on your side, but looking in at how other people live… I'm not really different from any of them."

“Well!” Nako beamed, and puffed out her tiny chest. “Nako will have to fix that!”

The boy sputtered his lips and managed to spray a bit, but Nako didn’t notice, as she was turning to the camera to ask the audience to stay tuned for her next home rescue.

*****

The location was a small apartment. The boy, Nako, Ken, and the second-unit cameraman could barely fit. The lighting guys took one look and went out to their van to smoke cigarettes. It was claustrophobic with Nako and Ken’s bare skin so close, and the apartment was hot, which Nako commented on.

“Whew! It’s hot in here!”

“I don’t usually have many people in here…”

The young man, who introduced himself to the camera as Alex, gave them the two-cent tour, and Nako commented as they went.

“Not much space, but not much space needed. Whoa, is that your shower?”

Alex glanced towards the narrow, almost airline-size bathroom through the open door next to his kitchen, with its little stall shower mere inches from the front of the toilet bowl.

“Y-yeah…”

“There’s not much room to get dressed in there. So I guess when you dry off, you step out into the kitchen naked.”

Alex blinked; this was obviously a personal question.

“Well uh, yeah, I do.”

“That’s great! That’s the only way to finish a shower! So do you stay naked in your place?”

“No… I put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt.” Currently, he stood in jeans and a button-up shirt, possibly to be “dressed up” for the camera crew.

"Oooooh," Nako nodded in understanding as Ken focused in on her expression and then pulled out. It was a rather glum setting, a tiny kitchen with cold fluorescent light and yellowed walls. He was going to have a hard time getting some good shots in this place. Luckily for the young man, Ken was stepping farther and farther from him to get wide shots, so he did not have the discomfort of a naked man so close to him. Instead, he had a cute, naked Japanese girl in his personal bubble, now pushing past him, and towards Ken, to investigate the living room. Ken backed up against the wall A/C unit. The image he captured was quite captivating: Nako, one leg crossed in front of the other, stepping out of the fluorescents and into the dimmer living room area, and almost glowing in the dark because of her bare skin, and the darkness of her bush was the negative space where all light disappeared. Her eyes were to the side, and one slender hand raised to drag her fingertips along the armrest of an oak chair. She looked completely in her element.

“I see why you don’t relax naked, it’s musty in here,” she said, raising her fingertip which was now coated with dust. She blew on it. “You need to dust.” She sniffed. “And vacuum the carpet.”

The camera saw, behind Nako, over her shoulder, Alex raise his head (he had been staring at her ass) with a humiliated expression. He took a few steps closer to Nako.

“S-Sorry, yeah… I don’t vacuum much.”

“If you vacuumed and dusted and kept everything clean, why—” Nako spun around so quickly it made Alex flinch. “This would be the perfect place to relax naked!”

Alex blinked again, swallowed, and briefly looked Nako up and down.

“But let me guess… you would think it’s weird?” Nako asked him.

“No, actually, I’m all for everything you preach. It’s just… Well, I’m a little self-conscious…”

Nako grinned, leaned back, and slapped his upper arm.

“Well we’ll take care of that!”

She patted Alex again and he was visibly tense, a dawning sense of dread on his face, even though he signed a release and knew this could end up being a possibility. With a naked girl and a naked guy with a camera and another random clothed guy with a camera all in his tiny apartment, watching him, he blushed and unbuttoned his shirt. He didn’t even like taking his shirt off to swim, but he was about to be going a lot further than that, he realized, when Nako stepped forward to take his first article of clothing.

“Where is your hamper? You should put sweaty clothes in there.”

Shuffling out of his shoes and with his face beat-red, Alex answered: “I just throw my clothes in the closet.”

Nako scrunched her brow.

“Sorry, don’t hit me,” he said, and as if gaining confidence by the second, he pulled down the jeans he was wearing. Ken was filming from the entrance of the apartment and got a shot of Alex’s clothes disappearing and the first glimpse of the tip of his penis shrouded in shadow, and the second-unit guy, positioned now in the kitchen and filming into the living room, got the chubby man’s pale back and backside all in the wash of the fluorescent light, with Nako standing bold and patient before him, his shirt hanging on her arm, and next, his pants.

“Where is your washer and dryer, anyway?” Nako asked.

“I-I take it to the laundry room outside,” Alex explained, nervous all over again. He folded his hands in front of himself.

“Oh nooo, well that’s even more reason to be naked!” She dropped his clothes and threw up her hands in excitement, baring herself to the boy mere inches away from her now and now very nervously keeping his hands folded, not to hide a small penis, but a quickly growing one.

“You get this place clean, and you get naked, and you’ll be living in comfort. Imagine never having to do laundry! I bet it costs money to use the machines, yes?”

“Y-yeah, it does…”

“So you’ll be saving money! Quick, grab me some trash bags and we’ll put your dirty clothes in there for now. And get me your vacuum.”

Half-turned around, Alex faced Nako again.

“I don’t have a vacuum.”

“You what?”

“Yeah, sorry, I just moved in, uh… last… year, and I uh...”

“Well that does it, we’re making a trip. Grab keys and come on!”

“Oh, well I should g-get dressed first, uh…”

“Ridiculous! You wanted to get over being self-conscious, right? Well this will do it. Come on, Nako taking you to Home Depot.”

And so they were out the door. Nobody pushed or forced Alex out, but he did take a good while to gather his courage and step outside nude.

“Leave your wallet!” Nako called back. “This will be our gift to you!”

That seemed to motivate Alex.

On the television broadcast of the episode, they would play dramatic music over panning shots of him standing before the open doorway, and a cute, happy naked girl waiting out on the sidewalk. He took a breath and he stepped out into the sunlight. The cameras recorded his brave march in flip-flops through his apartment complex towards the parking lot, though there didn’t seem to be anybody out to witness the event. They were, though, through their windows. It was as if everybody were shy to meet Nako, who actually took Alex’s hand and walked him to the van. The lighting guys were still there smoking and threw down their butts as they approached.

“You’re good!” Nako called to them. “We’re going on a trip!”

The second-unit guy recorded from behind while Ken swooped around to get them entering the parking lot side-by-side. They almost looked like a couple. And in his close contact with Nako, Alex was also growing erect. The tiny thing hiding in the shadows from earlier was now out and proud, and he was hurrying his step to the van. And lucky for Alex, he got to sit next to Nako in the backseat while the second-unit guy recorded from the front. The camera focused on the awkward scene, with Alex less than a foot away from Nako and his half-a-foot or less waving in his lap. Nako seemed to be acting good; she actually didn’t seem to notice it. She just smiled out the window or looked ahead at the traffic. But she wasn’t scared of angering the producer. Nako acts when Nako wants to act. Alex seemed both terrified and disappointed. He was especially terrified when they pulled into the Home Depot parking lot and the van doors started opening.

“Let’s go,” Nako said. “You chicken out?”

It was a moment not caught on camera, but Alex looked at her and glanced down at his lap. You see this? his expression said. He was obviously nervous about getting out while waving a rigid flag of indecency. Nako just laughed and patted him on the shoulder again.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. When you’re walking and shopping, it’ll fade.”

The fact that she was touching him didn’t help. But he sighed and faced the music, and the camera got him hopping out of the van with a prominent, stiff wobble in front of him, and Nako sliding out carefully behind him. Then they all walked, and for Alex, it looked like he was in a walk of shame, and his penis wagged in front of him, though getting smaller and smaller. By the time they were at the doors, he had forgotten about his arousal. Probably because of his sheer terror.

Nako was greeted as a celebrity, and nobody batted an eye at the fat, naked young man next to her. They knew what was up. As Alex passed, many a female eye turned to admire Ken, with the camera on his shoulder and the rest of him fearlessly exposed. When he stood still to get a shot, his butt tightened and the store was filled with sighs.

Nako took Alex through the store with a cart and they went straight for the vacuum cleaners. Nako helped him pick one out, showering him with questions of preference while he stood tense, still covering himself and looking out of the corners of his eyes at gawkers. He obviously wanted to be out of the store as soon as possible, but Nako took him all over, making suggestions for his apartment, picking out scented candles, cleaning supplies, and even framed pictures. By the time they were at the register, Alex had loosened up a bit and seemed almost enthusiastic about standing in front of the semi-cute cashier girl, who encouraged him with a grin and a drifting gaze. It helped boost his confidence, and Nako grinned at him as the items were rung up and the second-unit cameraman, the only one with pockets, stepped up to pay, and then they were given a bon voyage, with many happy fans waving and watching Nako and her mostly-naked crew depart.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Nako asked Alex when they were settled again in the back seat of the van. The second-unit guy turned around with the camera.

“I feel a little better now,” Alex said with a sigh, regarding with a side-eye his naked back seat companion, but seeming all the more comfortable. He wasn’t even erect anymore. The second cameraman turned back around.

And so they rode back to Alex's home, and the ride back was unsuspenseful and uneventful. The event was their return, with neighbors out and walking about now to witness the arrival of the nude crew. A pretty young girl, a husky, attractive stranger, and their neighbor, very much a stranger himself, suddenly nude and indecent [sic]. And one random clothed guy who pretended that he wasn't the odd one out. All in the neighborhood watched as the procession went down the sidewalk, carrying boxes and bags full of items, Alex with his vacuum cleaner thrown over his shoulder like a soldier's rifle, his belly and his tiny prick sticking out, Nako carrying some plastic bags and happily waving at a neighbor standing perplexed on his patio, and Ken and the second-unit guy bringing up the rear with their cameras. Ken jutted into the grass to run and get ahead of the group for an entrance shot, unknowingly drawing the eye of people looking out their windows, seeing a naked man prancing through their courtyard like he was in some artsy-fartsy play.

“Aaall right,” Nako announced when they entered Alex’s apartment. “It’s time to get busy.”

The editors inserted an eighties song for what would be a montage scene, but it humorously only lasted two shots, for it didn’t take long to vacuum an apartment and hang some pictures. Nako cleared out the cabinet under Alex’s sink (not a euphemism) and showed him where all his new cleaning supplies were going to live. Then she suggested that, if he is to relax now after all that work, he should take a shower and be fresh. Alex was so comfortable now that there was nothing out of the ordinary about the request. Not that there was enough room for any of the two cameramen to get in and document it. The best they did was get a shot of him walking into the bathroom and pulling aside the shower curtain. Being that he was already naked, there was little preparation to taking a shower other than just jumping in and running the water. The only thing left to film was Nako.

A shot of her grinning and walking with a crouch into the kitchen, entering the harsh light. A close-up of her face as she looks at the camera and puts her finger to her smiling lips. Then she bursts into the bathroom, her skin turning orange with the tinted light bulbs there.

"Nako need a shower too!" she announced, and dramatically opened the shower curtain. The camera could not see Alex but could hear his gasp, and captured a well-framed shot (or Ken thought so himself) of Nako centered in the door frame, the shower curtains barely visible, and her amber-painted body slipping in past the edge of the frame. The last thing seen was her foot lifting up behind her bottom as she stepped over the lip of the shower. Ken tried to crowd in to get some shots, but the bathroom was so narrow that he couldn't frame the shower to see more than just half of someone's naked body past the half-open shower curtain. He managed to get a nice panning shot down Nako's body, with the sudden appearance of—yes!—an erect penis, curved and triumphant, entering the frame, suds running over it, and it was suddenly grasped by Nako's feminine hand. This was the shot he'd get some pats on the back for, Ken knew. The higher-ups wanted at least one steamy scene per episode if they could. Ken was never warned, but he feared that his job might be on the line if he couldn't help deliver, so afraid that he was not above putting his own dick in the frame, since he was erect half the time, as he fully was now.

He raised the camera and gently parted the curtain and was greeted with a shot of the two showerers, Alex’s cheeks blushing. Nako laughed.

“Hey! A little privacy, huh?" And as water dotted the camera lens, she gently pulled the curtain shut.

That wasn’t like Nako, Ken thought. Did she actually have a thing for this guy? He backed out anyway, because the lens was starting to steam up, as things were in there, apparently, because they soon heard a groan from Alex that almost shook the walls. The shot of the open bathroom door and the loud announcement of pleasure ended up being a scene that many people later made memes of. It was memorable even without the explicit visuals,  and didn’t offend the producer, so Ken got a pat on the back for that, too.

The image he captured moments later was just as memorable: Nako, lightly toweled off but still with dots of moisture lining her collarbone, and her hair wet and stringy against her shoulders, stepped from the amber light into the bright light of the kitchen, trailing Alex by the arm, and the young man had the biggest smile on his face.

They settled down in the living room. Alex sat in his oak chair and Nako sat on the armrest next to him, giving him something to marvel at and lay his hand on, like he was a king with a woman throwing herself on him. They talked for the camera a bit and Alex’s stubby penis, already pleasured, would uncoil like a snake in his lap and sit up at half-attention while Nako’s behind gently rested near his chest and her heels rubbed against his shins. Ken thought again that they looked like a couple.

“So, you feel comfortable now?” Nako asked him, rubbing his shoulder.

“Yeah. I feel great.”

“You gonna keep being naked after we leave or you going to get dressed again?”

“Now that I’m clean, I might as well stay naked. Though I might turn up the A/C; it’s still hot in here.”

Nako laughed and patted his shoulder again, letting her hand trail down his chest a bit, and she glanced at his half-arousal saluting below.

“Or are you gonna throw out the vacuum cleaner and let the place get dirty so Nako can come back?” She teased her hand down to his lap and Ken focused the camera lens.

“That’d be nice…”

Nako surprised him by raising her hand and bringing down two fingers on the side of his trunk: thwap!

“Yow!”

“That would mean you didn’t learn anything!” Nako said, and Alex managed to laugh despite the stinging pain. The camera only caught the laugh on audio, because it was focused on his waving, pulsing erection.

“Yeah, well, you’re right. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” she said, and she was now massaging his belly with her hand. “Wait, thank you for showing you how to live, or thank you for…” her hand rushed to the base of his trunk and she waggled his dick left and right like a flag. Alex let out a shuddery laugh.

“Well, b-both, honestly. You know, I like your style.”

Nako laughed and affectionately patted him on the shoulder again.

“No, I mean really. I like how you encourage wholesome nudism, but that it’s still okay to, well…”

“Of course!” Nako said. “Dicks are fun!”

Alex laughed. “Y-yeah. I mean I guess. I mean as a whole though, I like the sex-positivity message.”

“Oh, why thank you!” Nako said. “Nako doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with sex. It is part of life!”

“Right…”

“Some people think it’s dirty, but Nako disagrees. It is just as beautiful as everything else! Nako knows people watch my show because they are horny. And that’s okay! Maybe, though, when they’re not horny anymore, they still see the beauty of living naked. Naked sparks joy!”

Nako looked at the camera as she was finishing this monologue, and at home, viewers nodded their heads. All that was missing was a sappy “lesson of the week” music track. The editors almost put one in, but it was deemed too cheesy.

What did happen, though, was that Nako and crew wrapped up, Nako got up from her teasing perch next to Alex, and Alex seemed sad that it was all ending. As they made their way out the door, Alex managed to get Nako to hang back. Ken was halfway down the sidewalk (the second-unit guy was far ahead, wanting to be away from all the nakedness, apparently) when he looked back and saw Alex talking with Nako, both of them naked on his front stoop. He could not hear what they were saying, but it was remarkable how confident Alex stood in the nude outside and in front of a pretty girl. It was a transformation. He wanted to raise his camera and film one last parting shot, but they hugged—directly, no Christian side-hug, their bodies intimately pressing together—and then Nako was cheerily making her way up the sidewalk. “Another mission accomplished!” she beamed.

When they got back to the studio, Nako disappeared, saying she wanted to talk to the producer, but he was not around, so then she grabbed her things, let the editing guys do their stuff, and headed out, into the wide world, naked. And nobody in the studio saw her again.

It was learned that she had found where the producer was and went to another studio to talk to him about an idea for the show. She left minutes later, looking disappointed, and drew eyes that followed her as she exited, and that was the last anybody had heard of Nako.

Ken had had his suspicions, wondering if she had run off with Alex, for they seemed to have formed a bond over the course of the filming of their episode. He thought about visiting the young man and checking it out, but that was beyond his authority or pay grade. And besides, things were getting hectic at the studio with Nako disappearing. People were figuring out what to do in her absence. “Quick! We need another naked girl!” the producer had suggested, and a casting call went out. In the meantime, Ken suggested an idea: why doesn’t he do the show for the time being? He could approach people in the street and ask them what they thought about the current nudity laws, with them being presented with his presence and having to answer on the fly. The producer scoffed; people wanted to tune in to watch naked women, but they allowed Ken to go out and film on the streets just to have something to do while they located Nako. So he did. He brought the second-unit guy with him. Ken still had his camera, but he wanted himself to be in the shots too, to show flustered people next to him. And so they carried on with that idea. The silent ride in the van was awkward, with Ken driving and the second unit guy (Ken never knew his name, and it was too awkward to ask now) riding shotgun. What was recorded ended up proving interesting to the producer, as Ken approached all types of people from women who strayed their eyes and smiled (as seen from Ken’s camera’s POV), to men who were disturbed by his presence, to men who were charmed by his presence. And the second-unit guy would be there to get Ken in all his glory, with his interviewees standing next to him for a photo-op, and more often than not, he would be slightly erect by that point. Ken delighted in watching the dailies and looked forward to the potential airing of the episode. It was his time to shine.

They ended up airing the episode, interspersed with some interview bits they recorded later with Ken, and they ended up releasing it, for Nako's whereabouts were still unknown, and they were not finished with the process of hiring a replacement.

The episode topped their last record with the episode featuring the teen son getting masturbated by Nako. Even without a naked girl, people seemed to like the setup of a naked man approaching strangers on the street. They had hit upon something. The producer was ready to change the course of the show, but before they could film a second on-the-street segment, the second unit guy quit, perhaps seeing what his future was: walking around and filming a naked dude. Nobody in the office noticed his absence. Many still couldn't remember his name. The producer then refocused his efforts to find a new host instead on finding a new cameraman, and why not it be a camerawoman? And why not she be nude as well? That way people being approached would have an even representation of the sexes, and they could feel confident that they would have an almost entirely nude crew. The guy who quit always was an odd presence during the episodes. It was true that clothed people made naked people feel uncomfortable.

There was no trouble hiring a new cameraperson, for it seemed that women were jumping at the chance to get to work alongside Ken. The producer didn’t tell him that, lest he get his ego as well as his dick inflated. And many didn’t have a problem with the stipulation of being nude, either. They eventually settled on a spunky blonde with a short haircut who was super-enthusiastic about starting, and soon the van trips were a different type of awkward. The girl’s name was Kelly, and she took liberty to reach across the center console to toy with Ken’s penis while he drove, much as Nako did, and Ken could only sigh and try to admonish her while maintaining control. It would leave him mostly erect when he got out to walk the streets and interview people, which helped draw in the crowd. It was almost like Nako was back, just in a different skin.

Speaking of Nako…

*****

They stood in a small wooded area near the shore. It was dark, and only torches lit the scene. A dozen of them stood in a circle, all nude in the gloom, while the waves crashed in the near distance. Nako stood shoulder-to-shoulder with a young man on either side of her, and the attention that went her way through a side-eyed glance gave her excitement, but not as much excitement as what was going on in front of her. There was a stone altar surrounded by candles, and a young, lean man, quite attractive to her eye, with helpless arousal on the constant retreat and re-emergence because of how nervous he obviously was. He was being led by a young woman, svelte and sexy to him no doubt, but he was visibly shaking, and Nako was almost shaking as well, as he was directed to lay upon the altar.

“You are with us as a visitor, and will only be considered one of us once you’ve shared intimacy with one person out in this nature,” the woman announced. “But you are not yet privileged enough to do so. To get you accustomed to our ways, you will be subjected to sexual pleasure, at the pleasure of whoever cares to lend a hand. Consider yourself very lucky.”

And then, the attractive young woman, bountiful in breast and almost making Nako jealous, turned to the assembled bodies circled around the altar.

“Everybody… anybody who wishes, come and show him the world.”

Already some women and one man were stepping forward. Nako looked to her left and right.

“All you, girl,” one of the guys told her, and if they only could see her delighted eyes in the dark. “You’re new, too.”

“What are they doing?” Nako asked, but the scene playing out before her answered that question. Four or five people circled around the young man laying up on the altar, with his erection now prominently waving as if in surrender, and hands soon clasped around it, taking it into their grips of desire.

“Ooh boy!” Nako cried, and she stepped forward. She realized what this would be, and she was all for it. She shouldered her way through the assembled people and found the man laying on his back, his belly sinking and heaving with his breaths as she fought to get her hand in to toy with him. The second her hands touched his fire-hot trunk, the man looked up, as if by intuition, and even in the gloom, by the flicker of firelight, his eyes widened.

"Hey, aren't you Nako Takoyama?" he asked, and Nako laughed as she bumped shoulders with the people crowding around her and secured him in her grip all for her own.

“That’s me!” she beamed, and began slowly jacking him.

“Wow… I’m a big fan.”

“Quiet, please,” the other nude woman said. “I want you to concentrate on the sensation. Try to focus at the final moment, and you may ascent to a higher level of thinking.”

The man nodded and let his head back down. Nako just shrugged and felt his girth in her grip, ecstatic that she had made this decision to fly all the way to the Southeastern coast on the advice of that young man Alex, to experience this. The other stuff, she wasn't sure about. Matching with somebody and mating on the sand… and apparently, there were ritualistic orgies held by only the most prestigious members. She just liked being able to walk around naked in such a hauntingly beautiful setting and having a young man splayed out and beside himself at her touch. Dicks are fun, afterall, she thought. As the man panted and pulsed in her palms, Nako pledged that she would be the one to make him release himself, and so, she got to work…

“Why are you showing us this?” General Goodhue asks as the lights suddenly brighten. “I’ve never heard of this television show.”

“It doesn't exist in our world, General. But it is one example of how the power... the arresting power of naked girls, can take the whole world by storm.”

Jane, his assistant, pushes her chair away from the computer and swivels to face the professor, beaming up at him, and all eyes in the room gravitate towards her bared, round, golden breasts.

“I don’t understand,” the general says.

“It’s simple,” the professor replies. “All over the world, instances like this crop up where people are swayed by the simple baring of attractive skin. Some have used it to bring people together, while others use it to control. We’ll see that in a bit, but—”

A low, distant voice, coming from outside of the room, grows louder as its owner gets closer and closer to the door.

“Hey everybody! It’s time for Nako, Tako...”

Another nude girl, a bubbly young Japanese woman, bursts into the room and finishes announcing her name: “Yama!”

One of the secretaries near the door jumps at her sudden appearance.

“Who the hell’s in charge of security around here?” General Goodhue asks as everybody in the room now turns to face Nako, who is brown-skinned from her life under the sun.

“Ah, Nako,” the professor says. “Glad to have you join us.”

“Did I miss out on my story?” she asks as she skips into the room with wagging tongues following.

“Yes, but I know you have another story to be told a little later.”

“Yes! That one’s even better.”

“I don’t see how this is teaching us anything,” the general complains.

“Sit and watch, General, it will be clear very soon.” The professor looks up at the screen, where another location on the map is brought up while Jane types at her computer station. Nako comes up next to her to watch, leaning against the panel and treating everybody’s eyes to the sight of two naked women working where they normally would be sitting.

"Got another one coming up, Tom," Jane tells the professor, and on the screen, a location on the Gulf Coast expands with its naked woman diagram.

“This instance is in the farther West,” the professor explains, “Where a normal local eatery decides to tap into this power...”

The Naked Girl Drive-Thru

"What are you feelin'?"

"I want chicken."

"There's a Chick-fil-A."

"No, I want good chicken."

"That is good chicken."

"Not to me it is, they’re basic bitch."

"Well there's no Zaxby's here."

"There's nothing here, this place is a shithole."

"Hey, what's that?"

The three friends drove slowly through the sleepy town, looking for drive-thrus to satiate their hunger. They were on a small road trip to go visit a larger group of friends at someone's house on the coast. It was going to be a good time. And though there was promise of food where they were going, they couldn't rely on that expectation. It was a better idea to at least get a small snack before arriving, in case food wasn't going to be passed around right away. And Bobby, the skinniest of the three friends, was always hungry. He was the one that spotted the inconspicuous little wooden building sitting by itself on the side of the road, with a hand-painted sign that read "Chicken and More."

"Let's check it out," Zack, the one behind the wheel, said. They pulled into the lonely little lot and drove around the building to a drive-thru lane. There was one car ahead of them.

"What do they got?" Bobby asked, and Zack craned his neck to see the menu, which was a big hand-painted sign instead of the usual LED monitors that fast food restaurants used nowadays.

"They got chicken," Sam answered from the passenger's seat without looking.

"No shit."

"Looks like your standard chicken sandwiches, fried chicken, chicken tenders, you get the gist," Zack said, looking at the bumper stickers of the red sedan in front of him. Then it pulled forward and Zack tapped the gas to follow and line up his window with the voice box. A bored-sounding girl's voice came in through his open window.

"Hey there, what can I get for you?"

"I'll get uuuuuh... we need a minute."

"Alright," she said flatly. Zack glanced at the menu but wasn't terribly hungry, so instead he looked forward at the red sedan while Bobby scooted over to the left side of the backseat to look at the menu items. While he looked in silence and the invisible girl waited on the other end of the intercom, Zack watched the driver in front of him reach out their hand to give their debit card to the person at the window, and he thought he saw—no, it couldn't be.

"Ooh, they have a spicy chicken sandwich. I'll do that. Make it a combo."

"I don't got drink holders in the backseat, my man."

"That's okay, you guys can pass it to me when I want it."

Zack grumbled and leaned his head out of the window just as another car pulled in behind them. Better not dawdle, he thought.

"I think I'm ready, I'll get a spicy chicken sandwich combo."

"Fries or tater-tots?" the bored-sounding girl asked.

"Fries," Bobby enthusiastically said.

"Fries," Zack repeated. "And, uuuuh, make that two. Two sandwiches I mean, but only one combo. You want anything, Sam?"

Sam waved his hand. Zack glanced in front of his car again and saw a hand reach out from the drive-thru window with a bag of food, and he stared at it, for all the way past the elbow, up to almost the shoulder, the arm was bare, as if whoever was working there was wearing perhaps a tank-top or something. He suddenly licked his lips at the thought of the pretty-sounding girl handing them their food, dressed just a little too casually. A score for supporting a local business instead of a chain.

"Will that be all?" the voice came again.

"Yeah," Zack answered.

"That'll be twelve fifty-five. Pull forward."

She was so flat in her commands, without the flourish of "please" and "thank you" that chain fast food places insisted the employees used. It was a little off-putting. But he kept thinking of what the girl at the window would look like as the car in front of him pulled away and he moved forward. He found himself tense with anticipation for some reason. A glass window reflecting the trees on the other side of the lane greeted him, and through it there was implied motion of the workers moving about inside, and then one shape grew more distinct, and closer, and like a ghost-image, challenged Zack's perception of what was real, for all he saw was an even shade of beige, the shade of human skin, and then a perky face, and then the window slid open and he was blown away.

A pretty girl stood in the window, her wavy, auburn hair cut just below her ears. The expression on her face was direct and neutral, her lips pouty, her eyes piercing. And her slender neck traveled down to a set of bare shoulders, and prominently thrusting outwards, halfway out of the window, were her bared and beautiful breasts, each with a thimble-thick red nipple looking directly at him.

"Twelve fifty-five, please," she said, but Zack was at a loss for words. So was Sam. Bobby, however, shouted out: "Whoaaa!"

The girl smiled now and patiently waited for Zack to hand her his card. He hadn't even gotten out his wallet yet. He did so now, while keeping his eyes on the girl.

"Uh, is that your uniform?" he asked, slyly.

"Yep," the girl said. She wasn't the same girl from the intercom. Her voice, while not much more lively, had a hint of playfulness to it. She was fully aware of the alluring and ridiculous situation. Zack managed to hold his card between his forefinger and thumb and extended it out to the girl, intending, subconsciously, to reach all the way out and touch those magnanimous breasts, and she plucked the card from his hand and disappeared into the window.

"Dude," Bobby said from the back.

"I know."

"What the hell..."

Sam was already pulling out his phone when the girl reappeared in the window to hand Zack back his card. The girl didn't seem to mind the attention.

"It'll be right out," she said, and Zack was unable to ask her why exactly her work uniform was no uniform at all. All three guys sat in stunned silence and anticipation of when she would return.

"We definitely need to stop here and eat on the way back," Bobby finally announced, and for once, Zack had to agree with him. Then the girl reappeared, teasingly, holding a plastic bag before her which blocked the view of her bare chest, and she leaned out to hand it to Zack.

"Thanks," he said, taking the bag and zeroing his eyes in on the other treats. Then he met her eyes. She still looked at him with that direct stare, with that poker face that betrayed neither offense nor arousal, and her breasts were equally neutral; not meaning to excite, but exciting nonetheless.

"Ummm..."

"Did you need anything else?" she asked.

"Ask for her number dude," Bobby whispered from the back.

"So... why exactly is that your uniform? Is it laundry day?"

"Oh, no," the girl said, a smile suddenly forming on her face. "We just started working naked. It gets hot in there with the grill running, and the dining room is closed, so there's nobody to offend."

"...Except people coming through the drive-thru," Zack added.

"Well, we haven’t gotten any complaints."

"I bet."

He was imagining—and wondering—if she was fully nude, and not just topless, and no amount of craning his neck could answer that question for him, and there was no suitable way to ask. She kept looking at him expectantly, and then the car behind him honked.

"Welp, I guess we gotta go."

"You better," the girl said. "Enjoy your meal."

"Fuck the meal," Sam said next to him. "How about—"

But Zack drove forward before the person behind them got any angrier, and Bobby and Sam turned to watch her shrinking bust in the window before her image was cut off as they pulled around the side of the building and got back onto the highway.

*****

It wasn't always this way. It had been Natalie's idea, ironically the only forward-thinking idea she had ever offered, being the slacker of the group. Their leader was Destiny, daughter of the daughter of the founder. Chicken and More had been a long-standing family business, run by Destiny's parents and grandparents before that. It was founded in 1967, and it was explicitly a female-run business. It was formed after the marriage of Destiny's grandparents, as a way to unite the two families. Destiny's grandmother ran it along with her sisters-in-law, and it was a favorite local hangout. Then a daughter was born, and when she got old enough, she worked at Chicken and More as well, along with her cousins from each side of the family, while the men sat on the sidelines. By the time Destiny was old enough to work at the chicken joint, her mother was old and fat, and eventually stepped down to let her daughter run the place. She said it was because she was getting too old, but the real reason was that she figured customers liked seeing fresh, young girls working the restaurant. Destiny also had an older brother, Guy, but he of course stayed out of the business, which remained female-run. Guy was a big hot-shot real estate broker and had the fancy car and a Ukrainian supermodel for a wife and now a beautiful daughter already entering college. Destiny, in contrast, ran a chicken shack, but she had her aspirations with it.

Having an all-girl staff was definitely a draw; everybody was charmed by the girls. Destiny worked the restaurant with her cousins Felicity and Natalie. They had a few younger family members also helping out, running the registers, but since the onset of COVID, Chicken and More downsized. They closed their dining room and only ran the drive-thru, and the younger teen relatives were let go. Only Destiny, Felicity, and Natalie ran the place, under the helicoptering supervision of Destiny's mother, Dawn. Things got real slow. Not being able to come inside and interact with all the pretty girls put a damper on their regulars' attraction to the place. But the food was still good, so they weren't completely dead. It had fallen to Destiny manning the grill, because she was the only one competent enough. Felicity ran the food to the window, and Natalie took the orders over the intercom. They were a more or less well-oiled machine, but things got really boring in the new setup. Dawn worried about their future, but kept her hands out of the business. All the better, because it was Destiny's idea to franchise the place and become CEO, but nobody shared her vision. She was trapped flipping chicken patties and abiding by the wishes of her mother, and for the past couple of years, she was admittedly running on autopilot, which was why she didn't care so much when Natalie, in one of the few moments where she spoke up, suggested that they start working nude.

"It's just that it gets so hot back there with the grill running," she had said. "And nobody's here, inside."

"Yeah, but people would see us at the drive-thru window, dummy," Destiny replied.

"Well that sure would boost sales."

Hmm. She was right. Destiny couldn't believe it, but she found herself contemplating Natalie's suggestion.

"Why would you want to work naked, anyway? Besides the heat, obviously."

"Oh, I mean, I'm pretty much naked all the time at home, anyway."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Why wear clothes at home? I live by myself."

It was amazing she was responsible enough to live on her own, Destiny thought. She could never count on her doing a task without messing it up.

"That's kinda gross."

"Why? I shower."

Destiny shrugged. She supposed that was reasonable enough. But still weird. Destiny lived alone, too, in a studio apartment, but she had never once thought about lounging around her place naked. Even when walking from the shower to her bedroom, she kept her towel wrapped around her body. Natalie sure was a weird one.

Felicity, meanwhile had been real quiet during that exchange, but she bit back an enthusiastic smile. She obviously was for the idea as well. What the hell, Destiny thought. It would improve business, no question. The only question was how it would be looked at by the health department. She went to the internet and did some research. She was surprised to find that nude food service was not all that unusual. The fantasy of strip clubs where the waitresses served topless was mostly a fantasy. There were some venues like that, but most strip clubs required clothes for anybody not on the stage. But some venues made bared breasts their selling point. Not without their challenges, of course. Destiny read about the trials and tribulations of two different venues, an Irish Pub nick-named "Big Boobs and Bangers," which faced its own problems when sexual favors were given to customers. No worry about that for here, Destiny thought, since nobody would be coming into the building. And there was another place, a pizza joint called Everybody Loves Pizza, which did not offer sex, but did have its staff completely nude, not just topless. They had their own troubles, too, but eventually were allowed to do their business their own way.

Destiny was even surprised to learn that there were nudist chefs who specialized in private events where both the server and the guests were nude, no sexual allure in those ventures. It was just a normal dining experience, sans clothes. Reading up on these venues gave Destiny the confidence that they could do this, and the next day, she went into work and announced to both Natalie and Felicity that they could start working nude if they liked. Both of them were overjoyed. Felicity hadn't spoken much about it, but she was obviously into the idea. Natalie hadn't suggested that they all had to be nude, only her, but the idea of bared boobs bringing all the boys to the yard (or the drive-thru) was so promising, that it would do no good if only Natalie, who was seldom seen by drive-thru customers, was nude. They all had to be nude. In solidarity. So it was officially decreed. The next day, all three of them would come in, undress, freshen up in the bathroom, and prepare to work an entire day with nothing on. Even though she decreed it with confidence, Destiny was incredibly nervous. She had trouble sleeping that night, and she still went through the process of picking out clothes for the next day, even though it didn't matter what she wore to work.

She awoke the next morning and went through her usual ritual of hot coffee and cold cereal, thinking about the inevitable exposure. She ended up arriving late because she decided she wanted another shower so she could be fresh, as she had sweated thinking about when she would have to take her clothes off. A lot of good the shower did, as she sweated even more on the drive to the restaurant. It was barely light when she got there, and Natalie and Felicity were waiting for her in their cars.

Destiny did a double-take when she stepped out of her car and saw, in the dim morning light, a lot of bright, bare skin as Natalie got out of her car. Her bountiful, brown hair spilled down her bare back and her slender waist tapered down to the swell of her naked ass, quite tan, as was the rest of her. And then she spun around to reveal her front in all its explicitness, from her startling bare breasts to a shock of unruly pubic hair. Behind her, Felicity was getting out of her vehicle as well, and her jaw was hanging open.

"Natalie! You're supposed to get undressed in the store, not show up naked!" Destiny scolded, already regretting this decision she'd made. She glanced across the street to make sure that nobody was around to see. A few cars rushed past, no sign that they had spotted the naked girl in the gloom.

"Well if I'm gonna work naked, there's no point in getting dressed," Natalie argued. "I just woke up and got fresh and went out the door."

"You got guts," Felicity added. "I like it."

Hmm, Destiny thought. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. If someone spotted her, Natalie could be the initial lure that brought people to their drive-thru.

"You're weird," she said. "C'mon. let's get set up."

And so she led her girls inside. Natalie pranced naked through the empty dining floor to the back, careless, like a child, while Destiny got to turning on the lights and prepping the frozen food ready to be cooked for their late-morning crowd. She was putting off getting undressed. Felicity disappeared into the bathroom and came out a minute later looking absolutely astounding and ravishing. Her short, well-done haircut complimented the rest of her. It was all the decoration she needed. She walked so confidently out into the main dining hall, with its chairs overturned and forever waiting for new customers, as if she were a naked girl that had wandered into the apocalypse after everything had shut down, with nobody to see the golden hue of her bare skin and the pale outlines of a swimsuit over her buoyant breasts or her clean-shaven pubis, the trickling sex there (yes, she was excited, Destiny could tell) about to be near all the cooking implements and food. Oh, what had she allowed to happen? Her mom would have a fit, Destiny knew. She had not told her about this grand decision, but news of it was soon to get out.

Felicity walked confidently behind the counter and met eyes with Destiny.

"Wow, this feels grand," she said, an odd wordage. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Me neither," Destiny said, avoiding looking too long at her coworker's amazing body.

"Shouldn't you get naked, too?" Felicity asked her.

"Yeah. I've been putting it off, but I guess I better before people start showing up. Can... can you ready the grill while I'm gone?"

"How long can it take to get naked?"

It might take a while, Destiny thought. To get up my bravery. She couldn't believe she was entrusting Felicity to handle food, but she was more trustworthy than Natalie at least.

"Just get things set up. We're gonna have a flood come through, I'm sure," she said, thinking back to Natalie standing nude in the parking lot in front of God and everybody. She already thought she heard a voice of a customer waiting at the intercom, but it was just her imagination.

"Go," she commanded. "Get the chicken out of the freezer and start the grill." Her, naked, in front of all the food we're serving customers, Destiny thought. That can't be kosher. "I'll be right back."

She stood in the bathroom moments later, leaning against the sink and looking at herself in the mirror. Her face was taut and stressed. Her heart was fluttering like a captured bird. When she had passed the little bench outside between the men's and women's rooms, Felicity's clothes were bundled up there, as a sign of what was expected of Destiny. The people would be coming soon. There were always early risers and contractors on their way to a job. Like a Band-Aid, the thought blew past in her mind as she stood up straight and pulled off her shirt. It sure didn't feel clean to be taking off her clothes in a public bathroom, though it really hadn't been a public bathroom for over a year. Destiny had personally cleaned it. Too bad we don't have a shower, she thought as her shirt's fabric left her skin and the cool touch of the air conditioning already raised goose-flesh on her. She looked at herself in the mirror and she looked like the same thin, gangly, gruffish-looking girl that she saw at home when she got dressed in front of her dresser mirror, only the light was harsh and infinitely more unflattering, and her white granny bra cut into and indented her skin. It didn't look sexy at all. She turned away from the mirror as she reached behind her back to unclip it, not because she didn't want to see herself, but because she wanted to wait to see how she looked once she was completely naked. With the bra falling away from her chest and her breasts freed, Destiny reflected that the mere sensation of her chest not being strangled by this contraption was not something she was familiar with. Sure, she of course took it off to get in the shower, but sometimes she slept with her bra on. She knew she wasn't the only one. And, as she thought this, she wondered where to put the bra—and everything else—as she got rid of each piece. She hung it and her shirt on the corner of the stall door and then pulled her heels out of her shoes, but not all the way out. She really didn't want to put her bare feet on the bathroom floor, even though it was cleaned by her. She bent down, mooning the mirror, and slid her jeans and panties down all together. Her body trembled as it was exposed, and she nearly tripped trying to slip her foot back in her shoe and instead slapped her bare sole on the floor. Regaining her balance, she sighed and let her other leg out and she stood. She picked up her jeans and slung them over the stall door. Her bare feet were flat on the bathroom floor. Gross, she thought, even though there was nobody else's germs to have desecrated the floor since the onset of COVID. Nevertheless, she thought she could feel grime on her soles. Should she put her shoes back on, she wondered? That felt weird, too. Natalie and Felicity hadn't put on their shoes. Walking around in the kitchen like that probably would be dangerous. They ought to bring sandals, she made a note of. Then, having put off looking at herself for long enough, Destiny turned around.

She was amazed at what she saw; even in the harsh fluorescent lighting, something about her glowed. Without the obscene constriction of her bra, her body was free. Her breasts accepted gravity but also seemed weightless, small as they were. The tanlines from the past summer were fading on her flawless, unhindered form. She actually did look attractive, she realized. In a wholesome way. She was a normal, natural woman, as she was meant to be seen. And plenty of people would be lining up to see. Well, theoretically. She would be confined to the kitchen. But her co-workers would see plenty. Nothing to be ashamed of; they were in the same boat as her. Contemplating whether to put her shoes back on, Destiny picked them up and decided to leave her clothes hanging on the stall where they were, and she turned to walk out the bathroom door and into a whole new level of exposure.

The first thing she heard when she stepped out was a male's voice, echoey and distant. Her heart leaped. She threw her shoes on the bench, on top of Felicity's clothes, and rushed around the corner. There, she could see down the counter all the way to the drive-thru window and the register there, and Felicity was standing, her pert, tan rear looking back at Destiny as she leaned out the window and chatted happily with a man leaning back in his car seat, his arm rested on the edge of his window, a grin on his face. Destiny opened her mouth to say something and the man's eyes widened as he saw her in the background. There was no running; this was her reality now. So much for staying hidden.

"Well you have a whole building full of naked girls, don't ye?" the man laughed with his country twang. Destiny could hear Felicity's voice, muffled because she was facing away, respond: "Yep! We're all naked in here!"

Destiny rushed forward. She didn't care about being seen suddenly. She just wanted to make sure that Felicity wasn't about to cause a PR nightmare for her. Before she got around the counter, though, Natalie came from the back and joined Felicity at the window, now two slim naked butts perching before Destiny’s eyes. The man made an exclamation and laughed again.

"Far out!" he cried. Destiny came up behind them and they looked back at her and then stepped aside so that she was in full view of the driver, who she saw had a passenger with him. They both looked like rough-and-tumble rednecks, with shaggy goatees and baseball caps, and they each had a paper bag of fresh food in their laps. She could smell the fresh-fried chicken wafting in through the window along with the smell of cigarette smoke.

"Why in the heck do you have to have the dining room closed now?" the man in the truck asked, gazing at Destiny's small tits. She stepped up to the window and leaned out so he could get a closer look, and her throat tightened. But she put on her professional voice.

"We figured since we have the whole run of the place, might as well be comfortable," she plainly said with a smile, and the man laughed again.

"Well maybe you oughta open the inside back up. I'd eat here every day if you did that."

The idea struck the walls of Destiny's skull and stuck there. Her smile faded as she considered the idea, then she flashed her teeth again.

"Well we'll see about that," she said. "Maybe it's a good thing to keep a wall between us and you hungry boys."

She was amazed at how playful she was already being. And, at how comfortable she was feeling. She had said it jokingly, but she really did suddenly feel comfortable, besides the eyes burning lasers into her body, and her skin burning with the attention. She felt more limber. That was the way to describe it. And, standing so she hid nothing, she felt a little confident, too, confidence confirmed by the man's smile.

"Well you sure made our morning, that's for sure," the man said.

"Well you enjoy the rest of your day!" Destiny told the man.

"I sure will."

He didn't ask to take a photo. He didn't try to ask for her number. He didn't park and try to come in. He just waved and drove off, and then Destiny was staring out the empty window at the hedges at the end of the parking lot. She stepped back and found herself standing intimately close to both of her nude employees. She looked around, saw the spatulas sitting on the grill, and smelled the greasy scent of fried chicken, and she looked at Felicity, who folded her hands in front of her, affecting an innocent schoolgirl.

"You set up the grill?" Destiny asked her.

"Yeah, I figured we better get ready. And no sooner than I did, their truck already pulled up."

Maybe she ought to put more trust in her employees, Destiny thought. Well, at least Felicity.

"Good job," she said. "Well..." she clapped her hands and let her arms fall and took in the feeling of being so exposed to her co-workers, who were just as exposed as her. Her eyes lingered down their youthful bodies and for a moment she experienced a feeling of wonder and whimsy and even lust. Was this what male customers would feel when they pulled up to the drive-thru window? "Let's get to work."

The cheers from both Felicity and Natalie were so exuberant and unchained, so childlike in their glee, that it made Destiny flinch. They really were excited about being able to work naked.

"You know," Felicity told her later, while Destiny was taking chicken patties out of the fryer, "I've always wanted to be a nude model. This is sort of practice for that, I think."

"Well, how'd it feel to be stared at by a couple of horny men?" Destiny asked, barely looking at her co-worker as she lifted the patties out and set them on a paper towel-lined sheet to cool. "Ouch! Goddamn grease!" Cooking naked, it seemed, had its hazards. Destiny made a mental note to bring an apron tomorrow.

"It was fun! A little scary, but... did you see the way they stared at us?"

"Yes, I saw plenty."

"We really did make their day."

"Yes, they said so."

"I think this is going to be a good day."

And it was. The guys in the truck must have told their friends, because soon there was a procession of vehicles queued at the order box, and Destiny was stressing trying to prep as many chicken sandwiches and drumsticks as she could, all while avoiding burning herself, which happened a couple more times. Natalie kept by her station, taking orders on her headphones and mic, the only thing she wore, but whenever she had the free time, she went over to join Felicity at the window and greet delighted guests. Her body freely moved about the back area, floating through as if in a dream, a dream of naked girls. Destiny's feet began to feel grimy after a couple of hours of frying chicken, and she wished she'd had put on shoes, but it was too late now and she didn't want to infect her Mary Janes with grease and germs. She would wipe her soles off later with a wet paper towel after the day was done. And it was a long day. They closed at two-thirty; Chicken and More did not serve dinner, and she was glad for that. By the end of the afternoon, she was tired from the constant food prep she did to satisfy the endless line of customers that came and came (and maybe they went back to their homes afterward and came as well), and she felt absolutely nasty, with a film of grease on her feet and a film of sweat on her body, but somehow, she felt refreshed. It was a pleasant feeling to end the day and breathe a sigh of relief, and to feel her bare chest rise and fall. She dabbed her whole body down with a wet paper towel in the bathroom before getting dressed, and felt all the more sexy while doing it, and when she put her clothes back on, she suddenly felt muggy and constrained. She could feel her body heat collected in a  layer around her skin. So this is what Natalie felt like all the time, she reflected, Natalie who spent most of her time at home naked.

So unpleasant was it to drive home in her clothes (her jeans bunched up and punched against her crotch) that when she got to her apartment and showered immediately, she stepped out and embraced the nakedness, instead of immediately swathing it and covering it. She dried off with the towel moderately, but then just stood in the steam, and then floated to her bedroom, like a spirit exiting Heaven with the cloud following her, and she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. She did not look gangly anymore. Tall, yes. Thin, yes. Refreshed, though, definitely, and strangely her image commanded respect. Just having more confidence made her stand straighter. And, in the low light of her bedroom, she looked much more alluring than in the mirror of the Chicken and More bathroom. Had she suddenly been converted into a nudist, she wondered? It was weird, but she strangely looked forward to going into work and being naked in front of others again.

*****

"I can't believe what I'm hearing!" her mother, Dawn, said a few days later when Destiny visited her. They were on the screened-in back porch, Dawn sipping a Mint Julep and rocking in her rocking chair across the little wicker coffee table from her own cousin Miranda, who happened to be Felicity’s mother and who was also a veteran of Chicken and More. "And better believe it, I'm not going to see it!"

"Amen," Miranda said. The two ladies were sitting and rocking, filling out their chairs like giant sacks of wheat, while Destiny stood before them.

"It's not that bad, since we're not letting people in the dining area," Destiny said, holding back her thought of the exact opposite.

"But modesty, honey. What upstanding person shows their boobs like that? We're not animals. And C 'n Mo isn't some strip club! I know you want to franchise out, but that is not the way to do it!"

"Amen," Miranda said.

It wasn't my idea, just wait 'til the money rolls in, bitch, and it's not like we're sucking dicks all ran through Destiny’s head, but none of those things were appropriate to say, and all Destiny could do was shrug.

"I bet you wouldn't have the guts to stand here naked in front of your mother!" her mother said, and that gave Destiny an idea. People stood in front of their mothers—and fathers, brothers, and strangers—at nudist resorts and there was no problem. There should be nothing offensive about the body. It was amazing how quickly she had become a full convert. And to show her dedication—or to prove it to herself—she stripped off her shirt in less than a second. Like a Band-Aid.

"Destiny!" her mother gasped. Since the first day of nude work, Destiny had eschewed bras, so she now stood before her mother and her mother's friend with her apple tits hanging from the tree of her body, which was completely unsheathed as she quickly stripped down her jeans and panties, again all together, and her mother didn't have a chance to protest before her daughter's bare, haired vulva was staring her and her friend in the face. Destiny kicked her jeans and sandals away as she freed her feet and stood before her mother with her hands folded in front of her, not covering her bush, but resting just above it, demanding their eyes to be drawn to what they thought was offensive. Destiny almost regretted it, because her mother looked on the verge of a heart attack.

"Have any doubts now?" Destiny asked, and Dawn was silent. Miranda was now covering her eyes with one hand, her drink still held in the other. And just then, someone else appeared at the porch door: Guy, Destiny's brother, along with his daughter Lara. Guy raised his eyebrows and grinned a little, and Lara's mouth fell open.

"Well, I didn't mean to interrupt a girl thing," he said, still smiling. Dawn's head spun around to see her son and Destiny remained as she was, resisting the urge to cover herself in front of her sibling.

"Guysie! You shouldn't see this!"

"We're all blood," he said. "I was just coming over to help mend the fence. I guess you forgot."

"I did not forget! I hadn't planned on this." Her eyes shot over scornfully to her naked daughter. "Put those clothes on at once! Little Lara doesn't need to see that!"

Why? Miranda thought. It wasn't anything Lara hadn't seen. And she wasn't a child anymore.

"She's eighteen, Mom," Guy said. "I'm sure she's mature enough to look at something she's already familiar with."

"Nonsense! She's just a baby! Now get dressed, Destiny, and get out of my house!"

Destiny let her hands fall to her sides, looked at her mother defiantly, and then bent down to pick up her discarded clothes. She would leave, but she would not bend to modesty.

"I guess this means you're gonna try to take the business away from me," she muttered as she rolled up her jeans against her bare stomach.

"The business is dead as far as I'm concerned," Dawn said. "That fake pandemic already ruined it, and now its corpse has risen and has become a smut business. Do with it what you will."

Oh I will, Destiny thought defiantly. She took it as carte blanche to go through with her aspirations of a global chain, with her as the CEO.

"And don't think of dragging your niece into your sin, either!" she added.

Oh Mom, she thought. Lara has probably already shared a hundred pictures of her body on TikTok, she thought, but once again, that was an inappropriate thing to say.

"She can do whatever she wants, Mom," Guy said, and Lara, quite demure and shy and innocent-looking, blushed. "So are you ready for me to fix the fence?"

"Yes, thank you, sweetie. At least I have one upstanding child."

Destiny scoffed and began to see herself out. She passed her brother and her niece, and had trouble meeting his eyes, feeling suddenly naked in her motion. And her leering brother sneered a little.

"See you at C 'n Mo sometime," he said. "I gotta see how Felicity and Natalie are taking to this."

Her brother was a shameless horndog, she knew. In their childhood, he had joked and teased her ceaselessly when she was getting out of the shower, or swimming at a pool where he would pluck at her bikini strings. Yet at the bottom of it was a normal, platonic relationship. He just accepted that sexual appeal was a thing and existed whether or not you were supposed to be attracted to the other person. How did he see her now, though? And how off-limits were Felicity and Natalie, his cousins?

"You're welcome anytime," she said. "But remember: nobody is allowed inside."

"Oh, not even family?" he asked, and his face betrayed that he was imagining Destiny and Felicity from top to bottom.

"As long as you behave."

Guy laughed.

"Sis, you know I always behave." They smiled at each other, and Destiny suddenly felt warmth for her brother, warmth that traveled all over her bare skin, bare skin which Lara, standing by her father's side, was getting a gander at, her face wearing an expression of amazement.

"Out!" her mother commanded, and Destiny bowed her head to her brother and then to Lara, making brief eye contact with the young, flustered girl, and then she approached the porch door. Miranda was still covering her eyes, and Destiny left the gathering, drifting through the living room in the nude all the way to the front door, where she stepped out without stopping to put her clothes on, and much like Natalie, faced the outside naked. There was a neighbor across the street watering his hedges who stopped and stared, the water spraying off to the side as Destiny dug in her rolled-up pants for her car keys and beeped the locks. She met eyes with the neighbor and waved briefly before getting in, feeling his eyes and the air all over her skin, and then the fabric of her car seat on her bare butt, and she started the engine and backed out of the driveway, headed for her nude life laid out before her.

*****

In her new boldness, Destiny took a queue from Natalie and headed out her door naked. It was a thrilling and terrifying thing to do; she exited her apartment and stood on the second-floor landing in the breezeway, the breeze coming through and raising goosebumps on her bare flesh, and the threat of a neighbor, any neighbor, opening their door to find her, was ever-present. But it was before sunrise and nobody would see her. She could walk confidently nude all the way down the stairs and to her car without being seen. Coming back home in the late afternoon would be another story. She would get in her car and feel the fabric seat again on her butt, what would soon become a familiar feeling, and drive fearlessly all the way to work. On the first day of her new dress code, Natalie, still also driving nude despite Destiny's admonishments before, greeted her with delight.

"All right! You saw the light!" she beamed, and anybody who happened to be out that early in the morning and who happened to be looking over in the direction of Chicken and More would see two lithe, naked girls—and one clothed one, for Felicity, for that day only, still arrived dressed—enter the restaurant.

That hypothetical sight brought in the customers. Before the grill was even warmed up, there were cars waiting at the call box. A procession of worshipers came to meet the naked girls of Chicken and More. Delighted faces delighted in bared breasts hanging out the window. Pictures were taken, pick-up lines were used, but some people just expressed pure joy at the sight. The appropriateness of customer conduct was fifty-fifty; there were some who were rather forward and one who even made an attempt to reach out and get a palmful of soft breast from Felicity, while others just wholesomely thanked them for what they did. And the money never stopped. They were doing better than they ever had when the dining room had been open. And Destiny became fully comfortable working nude in the kitchen, appreciating the freedom of not being cooked alive in her clothes, wearing an apron now to guard her bare front against spitting grease, and wearing sandals now on her feet, as did Felicity and Natalie, and it seemed the most perfect way to do their jobs.

Then, one day, they had a surprise visitor. Destiny thought it was her brother at first, but when she stepped up to the door, she was flustered with sudden embarrassment, for she didn't recognize the man peering through the glass with a shocked expression. He was holding a clipboard and was wearing a bright blue polo with the top button fastened, and he had slicked-back hair and a pair of thick-framed glasses. Destiny froze there at the door, not knowing what to do, and the longer she stood there gave the man more opportunity to drink her in, but he seemed insistent on something, so she turned and left to go get the keys, and came back, where the man was startled all over again, as if he had expected her to have gotten dressed before returning to the door. She unlocked it and opened it just a few inches.

"Sorry, our dining room's closed," she said with a suddenly shaky voice. "Only the drive-thru is open."

The man cleared his throat and his bulging eyes focused on hers.

"I'm actually the health inspector. I'm here for your evaluation. ...If I'm uh, allowed in."

Shit, she thought. This was the exact scenario she had feared. There was no running from this. She would never hear the end of it from her mother. This is probably the end of the business. She debated on whether to let him in or not. Either way was doom. As her heart slammed against her chest, she took a step back and opened the door all the way. The man was hesitant to step in, but eventually he did, and he was nervous to be standing so close to Destiny.

"So I take it I'm not coming at um, a bad time?"

"No," Destiny said. "This is how we work."

Natalie, at the drive-thru window, turned and saw their visitor, and her posture straightened, her breasts puffed out as if she were trying to impress.

"So you all work... naked?"

"Yep. It brings in business, naturally. But I did my research. Believe it or not, it is technically fully legal."

"Well, I imagine it might affect your health score. Let's have a look-see." He said this as he glanced down her naked front and got a good look-see. Destiny followed him as he cautiously walked over to and around the counter, passing studious Natalie, who stood with her hands folded in front of her, not covering, but drawing attention to her bush, much like how Destiny had stood before her own mother.

"Oh! we have a visitor!" Felicity cried from in back as the inspector entered the kitchen and began looking around, looking around at both their work area and at all the bare flesh. He was very tense, and the naked girls were visibly distracting for him, but his shoulders slackened and he loosened up a bit as he got down to his job and found himself apparently impressed with their setup.

"No food scraps laying about, everything seems pretty clean," he said, and then looked down. "And you all are wearing sandals at least, very good..."

Destiny's hopes were beginning to lift. She stood there more nervous about their score than the fact that she was naked. The man poked around some more, putting the three naked girls out of his peripheral vision. He leaned in close to the grill and did the same thing when investigating the freezer, as if looking for errant pubic hairs so that he could give them a mark. Eventually he turned around and shrugged, scribbled something on his clipboard, and then looked up, having no trouble this time focusing on Destiny's eyes, rather than the rest of her.

"Well, I don't know the precedent for preparing food in the nude, but—"

"I looked that up too," Destiny cut in, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. "There are lots of people who do it."

"I see. Well I'll have to double-check that. But... I see nothing out of order here. You guys have a very clean space. I can't believe I'm saying this, but—"

His eyes strayed down again as Felicity and Natalie gathered close, so that the man was semi-surrounded by nakedness. "...But I'm going to give you a one hundred."

The shrill, celebratory shout of Felicity didn't even make Destiny flinch, though it did make the man do so, and a trickle of sweat went down his temple as well. Destiny was too shell-shocked at the positive verdict. A one hundred? She considered that maybe he was partially swayed by the influence of naked girls shadowing him, but she believed him when he said that their area was impressively clean. The man left, escorted out by Destiny, and he seemed almost reluctant to leave, turning one last time to look at her and actually smiling for once, and after that, Destiny proudly posted the health report next to their drive-thru window, where people would pull up and be shown the trustworthiness of the place as well as its other allure, framed in the window two spheres of joy and a smiling face.

*****

"So whaddaya want to eat?" Ken asked his friend Sawyer, who was in the passenger's seat.

"I'm craving some fried chicken."

"I think you're shit out of luck unless you're okay with some Popeye's."

"I guess, but I want some real good down-home fried chicken."

"I don't think there's any fried chicken places here."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

Sawyer pointed and just up the road was a little wooden building sitting off on the side, distinctive from the decor of the chain fast food restaurants, and there was a big sign on the eave of the roof that read: "Chicken and More."

"Well look at that."

"Let's go in."

"We gotta rush."

"Yeah but it's hard to eat fried chicken in the car."

"Alright. We can spare a few minutes."

Ken pulled into the one space he could find in the crowded parking lot. This must be a popular place, he thought. It looked local. People always liked supporting local businesses. Sawyer got out and they both approached the door.

The place was packed inside. There was a line of people in front of the counter, and Ken thought to himself: so much for getting to our friends' on time. But he had given Sawyer the promise of a sit-down meal of fried chicken, and they were already there, so they might as well enjoy themselves. Ken would be tense the whole time, though, wishing they could eat and get out quickly. At least he imagined so, until he saw the girl taking orders at the counter.

She was nude. He couldn't believe it. He would have assumed just topless, but enough of her torso was visible before the counter cut off at the glimpse of her hip bones, and he was sure that behind that counter, she was fully, completely, uninhibitedly unclothed.

She looked very young, young enough to make Ken wonder and feel guilty for looking. She had shortish, slightly greasy-looking hair that just touched her bare shoulders, and the redness of sunburn covered her arms, while the paleness of confinement made her small, palmable breasts glow, with just a dull pink wink of her tiny nipples. Ken was salivating, and it wasn't from the prospect of home-cooked fried chicken.

"What the hell, dude," Sawyer muttered. Behind the girl, Ken saw yet another young woman standing at the drive-thru window, her slender back very tan, and her apple-shaped butt looking back at him, and beyond her, he could see yet another naked girl manning the grill, the strings of her apron tied right above her bare behind. He was suddenly glad they had made the stop. What type of place was this? A place ran completely by naked girls. He so far counted three, but soon another naked girl, blonde, very tall and thin, and commanding respect—she walked tall and proud like she ran the place—opened up another register to accommodate the crowd. Then Ken flinched as yet another naked girl walked from around the counter and passed just feet away from him, and his whole body wheeled to get in the complete sight: a wink of puffy pubic hair, and then the rhythmic gyrations of her ass as she walked, with a tray of food, to a delighted couple of guests sitting at a side table. Then she turned and walked back to the counter, passing Ken and looking at him and flashing an energetic smile, which his attention was divided from that and her slim figure and tan skin.

Someone in front of them turned around and grinned at Sawyer, who was still reeling.

"First time, huh?" the old man said. "This is the best place to eat in the whole town. And the food is pretty good, too."

"How is this even allowed?" Ken said aloud, to nobody in particular.

"There's no law against a business being a naked business," another customer in front of the old man said, then quickly turned around to greet the very young-looking girl at the counter. The line soon split between the two registers, and Ken found himself mentally deciding which girl he wanted to be served by: the young, very young-looking dark-haired girl, or the tall, skinny blonde. His guilt burned him as he chose to remain in the line before the young girl. Sawyer, meanwhile, stood next to him with his head on a swivel.

When they finally got to the front of the line, Sawyer could feel his heart pumping violently as he greeted the young, naked girl.

"I'll have, uuuuh...

*****

Business had gotten out of hand since that visit from the health inspector. For one, Destiny had expected them to be shut down right then, but the exact opposite happened. And then business got so strong that it was a struggle for the three of them to keep the window operating at a reasonable pace. And that's when Destiny thought long and hard about the bug that had been residing in her head. Should we open the dining room? The obvious answer seemed to be yes. But was it really a good idea to let in a bunch of randy men into a room full of naked girls?

Her mother was exasperated. She couldn't believe that the visit from the health department went the way that it did. In her disbelief, she seemed to be just a fraction more accepting of Destiny's business decisions. Destiny stood before her as she had previously done, though Miranda was not there this time. It was just Destiny's mother, and Destiny, for the moment, was clothed, not naked as she'd been the last time she visited her mother. But she could easily be naked again and force her mom to accept it.

Guy stopped by again too, this time to help dig out a hole for the swimming pool that their mother planned on installing. The extra cash flow from Chicken and More helped her to be able to make that decision. There was literally no leg to stand on for her to complain.

Guy again brought Lara with her, and it was then that Destiny had a discussion with her mom, with her brother, and with Lara about bringing her into the fold. The business had always been a family business, and Lara was family, and they needed help.

So it was beyond Dawn's power to forbid Lara from joining the restaurant, and Guy seemed amused and surprisingly okay with the idea, despite it being creepy for a father to be even a little enthusiastic about his daughter working somewhere naked. She joined them, Destiny gave her a rundown of what work would be like, and soon, one morning, her own niece was arriving to work and went into the bathroom to disrobe as Destiny had once done, and when she came out, she was awe-inspiring and captivating. So young-looking, her breasts each a mere fistful, and her tummy protruding just a bit, and below it was an unruly black puff of tangly pubic hair. She was the picture of youth and beauty, and she did bring with her some problems.

It was problem enough opening the dining room to a flood of horny men. Destiny made the rule: all employees must remain behind the counter. This was a fast food business; there was no reason for any of them to run food. Keeping them behind the counter ensured that nobody would try to grope them or do anything inappropriate. But with Lara working the register and greeting customers, some soon reacted in the complete opposite way. They were horrified to see such a young girl working naked, like a stripper, and it wasn't long before someone threatened to call the law, because they thought that Lara was underage.

"I can't really get my ID right now, since I don't have any pockets," Lara would say, blushing, to the angry woman who stood at the counter. "But I'm definitely eighteen."

The situation cooled itself off. And Lara seemed to be very popular with people that came in. But not as popular as their next hire, Zoe.

They needed more help. And there wasn't anybody else in the family who would be suitable to work at Chicken and More. That was: there were no other young women that would be okay with working naked and that would be desirable enough for people to want to look at. So Destiny made a difficult decision, and she put in a classified ad asking for help, outlining the requirement of being female, young, and willing to be naked, and she swallowed her guilt at asking for outside help for what was up until this point a strictly family-run business.

The reply to her ad came almost instantaneously. She e-mailed back and forth with a very enthusiastic person, an enthusiastic person who showed up to the interview already nude. Her name was Zoe, and she was as tall as Destiny, but with dark hair, and a face bursting with energy. She was hired right away, and she brought even more eager eyes and wallets to Chicken and More. She was to help run the registers, and she was so outgoing and energetic and effortlessly erotic that she was a perfect fit. People stared in awe at her when they approached the counter and were distracted by her dark cherry-red nipples and her beaming smile. She would even break the rule and would appoint herself as a food runner, eagerly walking trays to customers who had decided to sit instead of stand and wait for their orders, and they were in awe as she loomed above them, completely revealed from top to bottom, a tight landing strip looking at them over the lowered tray of fried chicken. Many mouths salivated at both the food and the skin, and Destiny was unable to admonish Zoe, for she would be the source of many glowing reviews. So far, opening the dining room had led to no mishaps; nobody tried to grope Zoe, and everybody loyally patroned the humble little business. Every decision up until this point had been the right decision, as Destiny reflected on that while she dipped chicken patties into the grease and cherished the cold waft of A/C on her bare behind sticking out from her tied-up apron. Her butt would get the fresh air twenty-four-seven now, as she remained nude when she got home, getting out of the car in broad daylight and walking to her apartment without a care. She would cross paths with some stupefied neighbors who would stare, or others who would wave feebly, and she smiled and greeted them and went inside to shower, and then remained nude for the entire night, and the entire day thereafter. She had been fully converted to a nudist and she rarely did laundry. And the sight of several naked girls showing up to work in the dim morning light brought in the day's flood of business.

It also brought in an interesting person one day. He arrived in a  suit, looking rather dashing. He wore a black sport coat and black slacks and had a bright blue tie, and his hair was impeccably cut short, his fuzzy temples pulsing subliminally with the naked scene he entered.

He immediately approached the counter, passed all the customers waiting, and asked for the manager. Destiny was summoned from the back where she was frying drumsticks, and she undid her apron and stepped out to greet the man. Felicity jealously followed, abandoning her post for the moment, because she assumed that this man was a model scout, as she assumed every single man with an air of authority was. She interrupted Destiny in mid-conversation and embarrassed her, but the man laughed, and Destiny explained to Felicity that he was not a model scout, but a businessman, and that this was their big break.

He offered an opportunity to franchise. He wanted to buy them. Destiny bit her lip; it was not the outcome she had envisioned. She didn't want to sell the place. She wanted to own the place. And she stood defiantly nude before the outgoing young man.

The deal was made. The ink was dried. Compromises in the agreement were made, and Destiny was about to be a lot richer, and her mother would have nothing bad to say about it. Chicken and More became a hot, rising franchise, popping up all over the country, and each location, whether in the deep South or the Pacific Northwest, had naked girls to greet their customers. Perhaps you can find a Chicken and More near you.

The lights, which had dimmed, now brighten again. Everybody in the room remains looking at the screen as if in awe at what they’d seen. Even Nako is wide-eyed and grinning. Only the general frowns and folds his arms.

“What are we getting at, Professor? We have a crisis to attend to. We don’t have time to watch a bunch of cheesecake videos.”

“Well take a moment, General, because this next instance might make you blush.”

“Ooh boy,” Nako pipes up, excited at what that could possibly mean as Jane taps another key and yet another diagram expands from another Southeastern U.S. location. “See how one man wrestles with the power...”

Through The Window

She stood surrounded by green, and there was sunlight and water coming from somewhere. Both flowed through her glowing hair and over her glowing skin. She turned and turned under the small waterfall that bathed her, and it was hard to make out the details. At some points, she was a beige blur, an impression of a naked woman, as if seen through a galvanized window. But at choice seconds, she would come into startling clarity, the fullness of her inflamed nipples, the goose-flesh lining her shoulder, and she would be looking right at Peter, her eyes paralyzing, her smile fatal…

*****

Peter didn't have much of a life. But he managed to own his own home. It wasn't much, just a 1,200-square-foot attached townhouse. It had been more than he ever had before, and he could proudly say that he owned it (well, the bank owned it). So he had his own place, though he rarely hosted anybody. Occasionally a friend might stop by on the way to somewhere, but most of the time, Peter was alone in the little two-story house, which made it feel all the more bigger.  He had his own master bedroom and attached Jack-and-Jill bath, another room he used as his study (i.e., to game on his PC), and a whole extra room which he made up as a guest room in case he ever did have anybody spend the night. Downstairs, his living room was around a corner, off by itself, and a narrow hallway opened up into his kitchen and dining area, where the washer and dryer were also located, and his favorite feature of his place lay just beyond: his private patio.

Though he had a neighbor attached on either side, Peter's patio was walled by a six-foot fence, and at the end, a large gate, through which was where he parked his car. The patio was fairly sizable. He could even look out at it through his kitchen window, which had vines growing outside and framed the view of the patio in lush greenery, best in the morning, when the sun hit it. The place had already come with an outdoor table and umbrella, and had a flower garden overran with weeds. Next to that, Peter had put a hammock stand and hammock because it seemed like a comfy idea, though he didn't use it much. And he had his own hose, right in front of his vine-framed window. It was separated from his outdoor table by a large air conditioning unit, which he had to step around and squeeze past his hammock stand to access. A curious feature about it was the flagpole stud which the previous owner had put to hang the nozzle head on, essentially making it an outdoor shower. Peter had never met the previous owner, and he wondered if they were one of those odd hippie nudist types, probably showering out here in the open, naked. It was a private patio, afterall, so he supposed he shouldn't judge, though at certain spots, one could still be seen by second-floor windows, either from his neighbors, at the right angle, or from the row of townhouses facing opposite.

Peter did not indulge in an outdoor shower. That was just a little too weird. And he would be paranoid that one of his neighbors would be able to see. That would be nothing he’d ever do, anyway. Nudity was meant for taking a shower, and that was all. Oh, and well, the other thing, but Peter didn’t have much experience in that…

His average day was waking up, coming down to make his coffee, and taking it back up to start work. Shortly after buying the house, he began working his workforce analyst job at home, so he spent a lot more time inside his new place than he had figured he would. In his evenings, he heated up something in the microwave and would play video games in his nook of a living room. His days off would be spent much the same, though his boredom would make him shifty, and he would go from room to room trying to find something to do. Like reading, which he was not very well practiced at, either. He would sit in the guest room that he had set up, on the big oak chair with the knit cushion, and pluck one of the books from the bookshelf he filled with random paperbacks given to him by his mom or gifted to him by friends, and he would sit and try to broaden his mind. But his mind must have been very narrow, because this mode of entertainment always led him to sleep.

And that was his existence at his new place. It was almost ready to make Peter depressed, and he did not know what to do to cure this feeling. If he went out, he had no idea what to do. So he just remained in his suffocating comfort zone. Until one day when Maggie called.

Maggie… She was an old college classmate of Peter's. And yes, a sort-of crush. It was hard not to be drawn in by her. She might be classified as a tomboy. She was fairly tall, and yet not rail-skinny. Her presence was intimidating, and so was her prettiness. She had pouty lips that made her look like she was about to burst out into tearful laughter, helped by the fact that she was always smiling. Her long, dark hair reminded Peter of Jennifer Connelly. Nothing ever developed between them (nothing had ever developed between anybody and Peter at college),  but she was a constant presence, for they had theater history class together. At first, she was just the strikingly beautiful girl that sat on the other side of the auditorium, but one day, Peter got the gumption to talk to her after class. It was something he had read about: be more assertive, don't be afraid to just walk up to a pretty girl and say "hi." So he did, with the canned excuse to ask what she thought of the test they had just taken, and they were more or less friends after that.

But he hadn't heard from her after college. In fact, she seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth until just a couple of years ago, when she started making her presence known on Facebook, and Peter had jumped in to say hi, and they chatted a bit through Messenger. He had asked her where she had been and how things were, and she just alluded to having done a lot of traveling. They didn't talk online much since then, and much time had passed. Which was why the sudden phone call startled him so much.

He wasn’t used to getting phone calls. It seemed anytime his phone rang lately, it was a telemarketer or a scam (“But I repeat myself,” Mark Twain once said). For some reason, though, as he stared at the unfamiliar number, it seemed legit. It was his area code, which didn’t mean anything, since scammers used that to lure you into answering, but he answered anyway, and he almost didn’t recognize the throaty-yet-feminine voice that excitedly said “Hey! Peter, how are things?”

She had been busy, she said. And she was getting ready to switch careers, and she needed a place to stay in town for just a night so that she wouldn't have to drive too much in one day. Of course Peter said "yes" to her coming to stay, though he just as much wanted to back out of it, for the idea of his first overnight guest being a tall, beautiful girl was just too frightening. What would he do? What could he expect? Surely not… No, this was not that type of meeting. But there was a spiciness to her voice, an edge that he probably only imagined, and that kept his heart holding on to blurry expectations…

*****

She arrived late on a Friday afternoon. He was still working, of course, but he stopped to let her in. The sight of her rocked him on his heels.

She looked different, but captivating in a whole new way. Her long hair had been cut shorter, just past her shoulders, and she had bleached it blonde and let it grow so that her hair went from her familiar hue to golden. And her face was still the same, seeming on the verge of laughter even now as she saw him for the first time and perhaps also assessed how he had changed (his hair was longer and his belly was bigger).

“Hey,” she said. She carried with her just a backpack. She wore a simple blouse and jeans and sandals on her feet. She wasn’t dressed much differently than how she used to in college.

"Hey," Peter said, almost out of breath from the sight of her after so many years, and when he backed up to gesture for her to come in, it was like her presence blew him back. "Come on in." His skin was hot and he was sweating under his shirt. Maggie stepped in and panned her head around, taking in the narrow hallway in front and the comfy living room to the left (which Peter had vacuumed for the first time in months). She whistled. The door was wide open and Peter could not get around her to close it. That would mean brushing against her, and he was not used to close, casual, intimate contact.

"Nice place," she said, and she kicked off her sandals to step into the carpeted living room. This made Peter smile, because the last time a friend stepped into the house, he had to tell them to take off their shoes. He hurried and closed the door to not let too many bugs in while Maggie circled in the living room. It was an unreal sight to see her there. Peter noticed her jeans were rather tight, too, and before she turned to face his TV and rows of movies and games on a plastic rack, his eyes briefly brushed the thrusting contours of her rear end, shapely and nostalgic. It was very unreal, indeed.

He gave her the two-cent tour and Maggie smiled politely at the small kitchen but then beamed when she saw the back patio. She immediately wanted to step out and see it before Peter showed her the upstairs.

“This is great!” she said. “You have this all to yourself.”

“Yeah…”

He almost had to pull her back inside and show her the upstairs, where she would be sleeping (just across from his room). She didn’t seem as impressed with the upstairs but smiled politely at his study and the guest bedroom with its impeccably-made bed (military corners and all). He just pointed at his bedroom through its open door. She didn’t need to see that.

He let her get comfortable while he finished work. She of course didn’t have many things to unpack and had very little to do, coming into his room once to see what he did at work and making him tense, and then disappearing, and then the house was silent. Work got slow, so he unplugged his laptop from his extra monitor and took it downstairs with him.

He found her on the patio, sitting at the umbrella table and gazing at the tree branches and sky above. He smiled and rapped the glass of the sliding door with his knuckles and when she turned, she smiled too, so he opened up.

He spent the rest of his work shift out there shooting the shit with Maggie and occasionally looking at his laptop to make sure there wasn’t something to do. Maggie seemed perfectly happy out there and that put Peter at ease, though he was worried she was going to ask to smoke weed, and he didn’t want the smell of that hanging around and drifting into his neighbors’ back patios. But she didn’t ask to. She did ask for a drink of water, which he dutifully brought, and they sat and chatted in between the air conditioning unit kicking on and he tried to get more information about where she had been and what she was doing. She explained she had an interview the next day just the next town over and that if she left from home, it would have been a three-hour drive.

“Where’s home?”

She named a town that was faintly familiar but that Peter couldn’t mentally place on a map. He knew it must be far away. She seemed, however, more interested in his place, commenting on his flower garden and giving suggestions, and giving suggestions for furniture but loving his hammock.

“I would totally sleep out here under the stars,” she said, staring at it. “Have you?”

“I’ve taken an occasional afternoon nap, but I’ve never been out here at night.”

“That would be so sweet to just sleep out here,” she said, and then, noticing the hose nozzle hanging on its flagpole stud: “Oh neat, and you have an outdoor shower.”

“Yeah…” He looked at it as if it were something he had forgotten.

“Ever taken any?”

He looked back at her.

“What?”

"Taken any showers out here. You totally could."

“Oh, well…” He ran his hands through his hair and couldn’t meet her eyes at talk of things like showering. “I rinse out my hair when I’m pulling weeds or blowing off the patio.”

“You could totally be naked out here and nobody would see,” Maggie said with a hint of glee.

“Y-yeah, well, not exactly. I think only sitting here is where you’re safe. The second you get up to move around, you can see the—“ he lowered his voice because he didn’t want his neighbors to overhear and wonder why he was talking about them—“the neighbors’ windows up there, and even across the way, the other windows can see right down to the back door when you’re coming out.”

“I bet they barely ever look out of their windows,” Maggie replied, and Peter tensed again. It was as if she were on the cusp of suggesting… No, that was just his fantasy. Best to get it out of mind.

As it got dark, they retired inside, and Peter cooked a whole family-size lasagna, in the oven, and not the microwave, and they ate at the coffee table in the living room instead of the dining table, because there was no television in the dining room. Peter didn't have cable, but he picked up the remote and thumbed through the streaming services he had, in between bites, but they hadn't watched anything by the time they had finished eating. It ended up with Maggie just watching Peter play video games, as that was his usual nightly ritual and he didn't know what else to do. He sat in the loveseat and Maggie took up the end of the couch nearest it, and after a while she yawned, and Peter felt more and more guilty about just playing games by himself while his friend had nothing to do but watch. Yet she never announced that she was going to bed. She dutifully remained on the couch, pretending, perhaps, to be interested in what was happening on the screen. It was Peter who surrendered to turning in, the earliest he had ever done so, as it was only ten-thirty. He would usually stay up until two a.m. or later, not wanting to commit yet to the next day. He announced he was going to turn in and Maggie stood as if finally released. Peter felt bad; he was boring her. And of course, this night was going to end blandly, with no reenactment of fantasies that may have been floating in his head when thinking of Maggie spending the night. He went upstairs and brushed his teeth and went to his room, which was bare and had no entertainment, be it TV or a bookshelf or anything, and he laid there and thought about the day and listened for Maggie coming up to brush her teeth and go to the room across the hall that he had prepared for her. But the noises never came, and he wondered what she was doing. The worry kept him up until he decided to distract himself with his phone, scrolling through social media posts until his eyes got heavy, and that was the last thing he remembered.

*****

Maybe going to bed early has its benefits, Peter thought as he slowly blinked his eyes open and saw an early-morning dawn that he was not familiar with. He grabbed for his phone; it was as early as he expected: 7:30. He lay there with the comforting knowledge that he could fall back asleep without any consequences. But wait, when did Maggie say she needed to leave for her interview? She didn't. She didn't say at all. So Peter lay there motionless, resigned more and more to getting up. He had to pee, anyway.

He was shy about Maggie hearing his stream and turned on the vent to pee, and then he dried his hands and stepped out into the hall from the opposite door of the bathroom, which put him in the path of the guest bedroom door, firmly shut. He smiled and imagined Maggie turned on her side with a smile on her face in the bed that he had prepared for her, and then he went downstairs to prepare his coffee. He had not gotten it ready the night before, so now he stood in his little cramped kitchen and dumped the scoopfuls of grounds into the coffeemaker in front of his little tiny window that let in the first rays of morning and the bright movement of the vines outside, and as he prepped, something suddenly blocked the light.

He looked up instinctively and almost dropped the glass coffee pot. Water cascaded down the blonde-brown hair of Maggie as she threw it back and looked up to the sun. The sun beamed back down and radiated off her bare, golden shoulders, and her delicate collarbone and the tender skin just below led down to a teasing view of the cushy canyon between her breasts, just out of sight.

She turned her head and locked eyes with him.

Peter's heart leaped, and then Maggie smiled, and the feeling at that was odd and terrifying, somewhere between terror and joy, this scene either an unbelievable reality or another dream.

They held their gazes for a full minute it seemed, and then Maggie went back to her showering, reaching up with a slender, bare arm to snatch the nozzle out of its holder, and Peter got a glimpse of a full breast, with a puffy nipple once imagined and now realized as she reached, then came back down with a slight bounce on her heels and ran the nozzle across her chest. Her eyes closed momentarily, and Peter turned from the window to go for the door. Either this was a morning hallucination or Maggie really was out there naked and didn’t mind him seeing. Or maybe she would mind. She didn’t necessarily invite me to step out there and see the rest of her.

…But it’s my damn house, he then thought with confidence, and he marched to the patio door, slid it open, and stepped out to the sound of spraying water and singing birds.

He looked left and there she was, her lower half blocked by the air conditioning unit that sat between the door and the hose,  just a sliver of bare behind sticking out from behind it to confirm that she was nude from head to toe. Her clothes were slung over his hammock, and she turned and smiled at Peter as she sprayed the hose over her bared breasts, a seamless shade from normal skin to her light-pink, puffy nipples (strange; he had always imagined them differently) and now glittering in the sun.

“Morning,” she said, and then she switched off the hose and turned to hang it where it belonged, raising up on her tippy-toes and gifting Peter a peek of the top of her behind above the A/C unit. Then she turned and stepped from behind it, now gifting him with a full view, no more hiding. The whole time, Peter just stood there, and he detected his mouth hanging open as she stepped in front of the hammock, almost in the middle of the patio, stopped, smiled, and raised her arms. The sun kissed every inch, and Peter’s eyes drank it all in: her stomach was lean and tight, and her flawless tan legs looked longer with nothing to interrupt the travel from knee to thigh to her hips, where nestled between was a dark landing strip, tracing her anatomy that he’d dared not imagine.

He didn’t have to imagine now.

“See?” she said, holding up her arms as if to present herself. “Nobody can see.”

Peter instinctively glanced up at the second-story windows looming on the other side of the fence behind her, and he nervously looked to the gate and the second-story windows there, but his giant umbrella blocked his view. But not their view of her, possibly. Before he could tell her to get out of sight, she let down her hands with a satisfied sigh and approached Peter. He tensed; he was already frozen and couldn't freeze any more. She came right up to him, close enough for him to reach out and touch, and he took in a big breath, and took in her [moderately] big breasts—with his eyes, that was—and then she drifted past him. He could feel the fading body heat of her presence through his sleeping shorts as she passed, and then he turned and saw that she was settling into one of the chairs by the outdoor table.

“Aah,” she let out. “I feel so much better. The night was kind of muggy.”

“Did you really sleep out here?” he asked her, gaping down at her relaxed, bare body, where her stomach pinched and made a little natural pudge, where her breasts sat at rest against her chest, and Peter was doing his best. His best, that was, at not staring below her neck.

“Yeah,” Maggie confirmed. “It was great looking up at the night sky. I even saw a shooting star!”

He was silent in response, distracted between Maggie’s reclined body and the stinging disappointment that she didn’t get to use the room he had set up. He tried not to feel offended, but he couldn’t help it in situations like this. Not this, with a naked girl sitting on his patio furniture, but situations where his egotistical expectations took it on the chin.

“I’m sorry,” Maggie suddenly said, and her face transformed with concern, her smile gone, but her lips still pouty. “Were you hoping I’d come in and sleep with you?”

Peter choked and stuttered, and his eyes went wide as he tried to deny that accusation. Maggie just laughed.

"Oh, I didn't mean like that! I just know you had that room set up all for me, and I didn't get to stay in it."

It was like she was reading his mind. Almost. She couldn’t possibly know what exact fantasies were traveling through his mind as his eyes sank down her curved abdomen, eventually tracing that landing strip to its end.

All this was apparent to her, for she suddenly leaned forward in her chair, which put her face a mere six inches in front of his hips, an ironic distance, for his sleeping shorts were bulging with a contestant to meet that distance, and Maggie raised a hand and extended one hooked finger and snagged the waistband of Peter’s shorts.

He had a sharp intake of breath as she pulled the waistband out and lowered it down, so all of his pent-up lust came out in a stiff lurch. He heard the breath escape Maggie’s nostrils and she laughed a little, but he was momentarily staring up at the tree branches.

“I can understand why you’re a little excited,” she said, and his eyes fell down again to look in disbelief at the smiling face of his old friend and his wagging cock imposed over it.

"Here…" Maggie then said, and she pulled his shorts down his thighs. His body complied and his legs lifted out of the leg holes when she brought them to his ankles. "Get naked too," Maggie said.

In a second she was sitting back, twirling the shorts he’d slept in, while he stood there bottomless, his t-shirt hanging down just to the trunk of his wagging cock. He was petrified (well, in more ways than one), and it was silly that he was hesitant to pull off his shirt and complete his nudity when the most guarded part of him was already protruding towards his love. (Love? Had he admitted it?) She, meanwhile, tossed his shorts aside and leaned back with a smile, folding her hands on her belly, right above the fat contour of her furred mound. Peter’s cock jumped, and the air escaped Maggie’s nostrils again as she watched. That motivated Peter, and though his arms were trembling, he pulled his shirt up and off, feeling almost like letting out a sigh of relief when he dropped it to his side, his bare chest instantly warm from the direct light of the sun’s rays coming into his patio.

“See?” Maggie said, gesturing with her hand. “Isn’t this the best place to be naked?”

“S-ssh,” Peter warmed, raising his finger. He didn’t want his neighbors to hear. Maggie just laughed. It was amazing that he was more nervous about his neighbors than the fact that he was now standing completely naked in front of his college friend, also completely naked, and that his erect penis was twitching, and that she was raising her hands and beckoning—actually beckoning—him over. He took a few shaky steps, his dousing stick leading the way, and when it was just a foot from her, bobbing and panting before her face, she raised her hands and touched not his dick, but his own hands, taking them into hers.

“But you know what I’d like?” she asked, and his cock struggled before her. “Some hot coffee.”

Peter blinked.

“Oh, right. I-I was just getting ready to make some before… well, before I saw you through the window.”

Maggie laughed again and swung his arms freely in her grasp while his erection wobbled from the movement.

“I guess I was a distraction. Go make some, I could use it… before I go on my interview, I mean.”

“Right.”

He was still standing there with his hands clasped in hers and his erection curving up to vainly try to meet her. She let go of his hands, and he stood there for a moment with some doubt. Weren’t they about to get down? Wasn’t she about to go down on him? But coffee. Right… He turned around, and when his eyes were off of her, that’s when she playfully patted his butt.

"Get in there!" she commanded with a laugh, and Peter was too startled and embarrassed to look back and just tripped forward to the sliding glass door.

Inside, Peter went to the kitchen and just stood there for a moment, and then another. He had to re-align his brain to do the simple task that was expected of him, and as he finally moved, the odd sensation of being naked in his kitchen hit him. He opened the can of coffee. One scoop, and two, and three, and the tip of his erection bumped against the cupboard below the sink as he prepped the coffeemaker. Through the window, he could see the sunlight and hanging vines and the space that Maggie had previously occupied, now empty. He could not see her where she sat, but could only imagine her as she would vividly be preserved there in his mind.

The scoops were put in, the water poured, and the button pressed, and all Peter had now to do was wait, and he didn't know whether to go back out on the patio in the meantime or delay so he didn't go back out empty-handed. His mind was swimming with what could possibly happen. His bared and revealed erection had already wagged several inches away from Maggie's face. That was enough to keep him up for many nights to come. But would he get to cum? His heart beat rapidly in a contrasting tune from the gurgling coffee maker. He would wait. While he waited, he opened a cupboard and got out two small coffee mugs, and then he leaned against the sink and looked out the window, and his erection ebbed, and soon he was just a normal, non-randy naked guy, standing in his own kitchen. It was weird. He made a mental note to wipe down the sink cupboard where his dick had touched it. How did people relax in their houses nude? He couldn't understand the appeal, though he did feel strangely refreshed and limber. He felt his bare glutes tense as he canted his thigh and stared out the window and studied his preserved instant memory of naked Maggie, soon to be seen in the flesh again in just a minute…

With the coffee done and poured steamily into two mugs, Peter walked back to the patio with both in hand. He had to slide the door open with his elbow. Maggie was patiently waiting for him, her smile warm and the sight of her bare body warming his loins. What was now flaccid surged with the promise of arousal again.

“Coffeeeee,” Maggie sang, and leaned forward and reached out with both hands for her mug. She took a tentative sip and went “mmmm,” which only turned Peter on as he stood there and tested a sip of his as well, not knowing whether to sit or…

Maggie made a motion with her free hand, and Peter stepped closer, and his dick took a slow set of steps upwards and upwards as it came close to her face again. This was really going to happen, Peter thought. It wasn’t just a fantasy. As if what he woke up to already wasn’t a fantasy.

“Stay like that for a second,” Maggie said, and she took another sip of coffee, held it in her mouth like she was savoring it, and then, looking directly at his dick, swallowed it and set her cup aside.

“Let’s get you back up to speed,” she said, and she placed both free hands on his bare hips and leaned forward, bringing her face even closer to his half-erect rod, but then she looked up at him with a curious tint in her eye. “Are you okay with that?”

Peter stammered. “W-with… what?”

“With… you know…”

He was breathing like an animal. All he could do was nod. Maggie took this affirmation and moved one of her hands from his hip, gliding it along his bare skin until it came to the nestle of his pubic hair, and she bumped fingers against the base of his cock. Peter took in a breath, and there was no trouble now becoming fully erect before Maggie's manipulations. She didn't have to do much; just barely touching it sent his cock to attention, but to ensure he would stay that way, her fingers slid around his circumference and held, and he felt the tactile, electric sensation of another person's hands on his dick, something he hadn't felt in a long while, and her grip closed and was firm, and he pulsed in her palm. He was almost ready to burst right then, but as if having an extrasensory perception, Maggie backed off, leaned back, and took up her coffee mug.

What is she doing? he thought. She looked like an office worker taking a break from data entry instead of from, well… She lifted the mug to her lips, took a sip, and held it in her mouth, her cheeks puffed slightly, and she set the mug back down and leaned forward to him and his dick again. A single, giant exclamation mark went off in Peter’s head. And on his head, the soft, pursed lips of Maggie were coming, coming, almost touching—touching. The wet lightning strike hit; his head slipped into her mouth. Her very hot mouth. Still slurshing the coffee there, Maggie took Peter’s dick on a trip, like a car in a car wash, along her tongue to the back of her throat while the almost scolding liquid washed over his trunk. Peter let his eyes roll back and then he came down to Earth to see his dick stuffed in Maggie's face, her mouth wide open and rivers of coffee running dark down the corners of her mouth. It was not a flattering look, but the instant shot of pleasure from her clever coffee idea was such a shock; talk about starting on a high note. He might never have another intense first moment like this ever again. How could anything else compare?

He let out a sigh as the first wave of pleasure plateaued and he felt the tender need to stroke Maggie’s hair, so he did. Her eyes rolled up to meet his as his tip tickled where her tonsils would have been.

Maggie made a gurgling sound, pulled back a little, and swallowed the coffee. But the car wash was not done, apparently, as she withdrew him from her mouth to use her next tool: her tongue, which slashed and circled his head and made him take back his previous thought about nothing being able to compare. He let out an “aaa-UH!” at the sudden sensation and sudden sight of her licking and loving his cock, and now she did look flattering, as she smiled at his reactions and lovingly reached up one hand to motion with her finger to be quiet. Right. He breathed out. Neighbors. Maggie breathed in and took the length of his dick in. Now she became more aggressive, pumping her mouth up and down on him as she bent him in towards himself, and Peter tried to touch her head again. He didn't know if he was gesturing for her to slow down or if he was guiding her head faster and faster. All he knew was he felt the scratch of his fingertips in her scalp, something he never imagined feeling regarding Maggie, nevermind in accompaniment of a quickly growing swell, the unrelenting pleasure being visited on him, and—

“Uuu-UUH!”

“Shh,” Maggie said with a laugh as she pulled him out of her mouth again and lightly jacked him inches from her smiling lips. Even that was too much. Maggie could sense it, and her hand pumped, poised at a crossroads of increasing to the finish or slowing down, down…

“Too much?” she asked. “Gonna cum?”

“Uh.. yeah… I…”

She leaned down and kissed his crown.

“Uu-UH…”

She laughed and kissed it again. Then suckled on it. Like a lollipop. And Peter was a split-second away from popping. She removed her lips and jacked him rapidly. She had made a decision: increase to the finish. Peter’s breaths increased, too. He felt the gathered charge from within him travel through the length of himself. He tried to focus on Maggie's face, looking slightly up, her lips parted and beautiful, and inches in front of his shining head helpless in her grip. Then his breath shot out as his charge did as well, and he winced at the force of it. It literally splashed against her lips and teeth. He let out another cry and Maggie let out a surprised laugh, and her happy face was accentuated with white pearls hanging on her bottom lip and the sudden appearance of a rapid, violent streak diagonally up her cheek, clinging to her hair at the end of its journey, where another pearl hung and swung, like a pendulum.

The precise moment of his crying out and the second shot was a moment that overshadowed his first entry, that was for sure. As the third and final flourishing shot roped her chin, Peter experienced the greatest single moment of pleasure he'd ever felt. Another groan almost escaped his mouth, which he caught and swallowed, while his fourth, fifth, and however-many-other discharges escaped in a small river. Then it was done. He looked down and took in his handiwork, what he had done to his… beloved's… face. There was a single biting feeling of something like shame, but Maggie was smiling as she took in the mess on her as well, lifting a finger to stretch a string of his cum out like a strand of cheese, and when the line broke, she swirled it around on her finger like a lasso until it let go. Then she picked up her coffee mug, leaned back, and took a sip, as if there was not cum on her face.

“Bet you never done that on your patio before,” she said, grinning still with that stripe up her cheek. The pearls on her lips were wiped away.

“A couple times,” Peter joked, breathlessly and matter-of-factly, and Maggie flashed her teeth and laughed, slapping her knee. Her breasts bounced sharply as she did. Then she set the mug down and leaned forward so fast that it alarmed Peter. He had been standing there, erect and dripping, with no shame now, but suddenly he wanted to jump back as she grabbed both of his hands and pulled herself up.

“Good thing we got a shower out here,” she said. “Let’s go clean up.”

He was so close to her that he wanted to hug her and press their naked bodies together. His limpening and spent erection was a hair’s breadth away from glancing her thigh before he pivoted on his heels and walked side-by-side with her, his hand in hers, to the end of the patio with the vines and the water hose. Peter thought of depictions of Adam and Eve. There was something fantastical and dreamlike about the whole situation.

Maggie let go of his hand and reached for the hose nozzle. He looked her up and down, marveled at her cute butt, wanted to reach out and touch it, and his dick did too, resuming its position of attention as Maggie turned around and he appreciated her from the front, all the way up to her face, marked by his lust. The cum complimented her shining teeth as she smiled, and then she turned the hose on Peter and shocked him with a cold blast. She laughed and then washed off her face with palmfuls of hose water, then she directed a semi-focused stream at Peter's penis, which hurt. He winced, she laughed again, and then she stepped closer. She took him into her hand again, this time more firmly, as she worked the water over his slick head and made him wince yet again. He leaned into her and panted onto her neck, found his hand clutching her shoulder, and she laughed into his hair.

"All clean," she said, and Peter leaned back, his dick still in her hand and filling out her grip. And she was so close. His hand slid from her shoulder to her upper arm and he was looking into her eyes, deep and hazely, and then he grunted as he pulsed with more pleasure in her palm. He drew her in. She didn't seem surprised; she was smiling, but not with her teeth this time. Her lips pressed together in a pouty show and she seemed amused. Her hand let go of his dick and graced his back as he pressed him and her together. His lips slathered her neck, his hands went down her slender back, and his dick slid between her thighs. He was panting; he wanted her. Now. His thinking was almost animalistic; he couldn't think in words. He just knew he wanted to be up inside her and then some. He wanted to connect to her. Plug into her and become one. His hand slid down to her butt, so smooth, so he could brace her hips as he entered her. The hose clattered on the concrete. Maggie’s arms were braced on his shoulders and one thigh was lifted and braced against one of Peter's legs, and Maggie leaned back against the fence as he explored her inside and out, prodding, not thrusting, slowly to savor and experience her while his hands traveled over her butt, back, shoulders, his face in her face. They were just short of kissing when Maggie said:

“I gotta go soon.”

He stared into her eyes with dumbfounded disbelief. His hips were still moving, bumping gently inside of her. Her hands left him, her leg went down, and she put her palms against the fence to lean forward and stand. Peter was regretfully disengaged from her. His fingertips slid against the domes of her butt and then the sides of her hips before ending contact, and he retreated from her with a rigid pop, his lesser self gasping for air and begging for more. He panted and watched Maggie pick up the hose, and she sprayed him again down there and chased away his arousal.

Like a downer after waking up from a fantastic dream, the conclusion to that wonderful morning was sour. First they got dressed on the patio, Peter mostly still wet and leaving his sleeping shorts soaked through, while Maggie was mostly dry and just hastily threw on what she was wearing the day before. It felt disappointing to have them both in clothes again.

“Do you need to get showered or changed or anything for your interview?” he asked her.

“I already had my shower,” she laughed. “And no, this outfit will do.”

They went inside. Peter took both of their coffee cups. Maggie just grabbed her backpack from the living room and made sure she had everything. Then she asked him a question.

“Say… do you think you could lend me some money?”

Peter blinked in surprise.

“Are you in a bad spot?”

“A little. Just gotta spend a lot on gas doing this.”

“How much do you need?”

Maggie bit back a nervous-looking smile and with embarrassed eyes asked: "Is two hundred too much?"

Wow, he thought. She must use up a lot of gas. But it was pretty expensive these days.

“I can afford it. But I don’t have any cash.”

“I have a PayPal.”

“Okay.”

So in minutes, they had both taken out their phones and confirmed the transfer, and Maggie was happy but Peter had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched the sizable portion of money disappear. Then Maggie was hugging him and she was on her way out, backpack slung over her shoulder. Besides her bleached hair, she now looked like the same Maggie he had spent time with in college, with her bag slung on one shoulder, and not the naked lust goddess from his back patio.

“See ya,” she said, and she thanked him for letting her stay over. He almost thanked her for… that… but he just awkwardly said “you too,” and she laughed, and then she walked up the sidewalk towards the parking lot where her car was, and she was gone, and Peter was left with the sudden thought in his head: What did I just pay for? The exact phrase came from a memory of a Seinfeld episode, but the situation was not funny. Not to him. It put him in a bad mood for the entire rest of the day.

Next time she asks for something like that, he told himself. I’m gonna put my foot down.

*****

Cindy couldn’t believe it. A chance glance outside her study window had suddenly made her day and made her poised with anticipation of tomorrow.

From where her window was positioned, she could see into the back patios of a couple of the townhouses across from her building. She never looked for long. It felt like a strange invasion of privacy. Not that she ever saw anybody or anything of substance, just a giant umbrella parasol, the cluttered junk of the patio to the next of that, and an overhanging tree that shielded the farthest one. Nothing really interesting. But she always glanced out that way when she sat down at her desk. That morning, her ritual was rewarded with some fruit.

At first, a striking sight: a young naked woman, showering with a garden hose. It was the type of thing guys fantasized about seeing nextdoor. Cindy was straight, but she couldn't deny the whimsy of seeing a girl bare and carelessly spraying herself down. Cindy could see almost everything as the girl turned, enough to determine that she trimmed very meticulously down there, and enough to determine, when she turned again, that she had a cute patoot. Cindy smiled at the sight and felt a little guilty for having seen it. And though she was not attracted to women that way, her eye did stray a couple of times as she sat at her desk. She even raised out of her seat when she looked up and didn't see anything by the neighbor's patio garden hose, but then she saw movement to the left and got a whole lot more to look at.

The girl was seated at a patio table, and she had a young man standing before her. He was clothed, or at least halfway clothed, for she thought she saw a flash of skin at his hips. And was that a protruding erection? It must have been a trick of the light. But she kept looking, and no, no, it wasn't her imagination, and anything her imagination could have stirred up was now fully realized as the young man peeled off his t-shirt and now truly was nude, for she could see the seamless travel of skin from his lean abdomen to his naked hips, and yes, yes, there was his penis, prominently erect and looking the young woman in the face. Whoever that girl was, she leaned forward and took the young man into her hands. Cindy now got up and leaned next to her desk to get her face as close to the window as possible.

There, just fifty yards away, was a scene out of a porno taking place. Cindy wished she had a set of binoculars, but perhaps staring at her neighbor's patio from the window like a stalker was not the best look. She would not deny herself a show, though. She watched as the young woman pleasured the young man and she was shocked to see a porno display happen at a hundred and fifty feet away: the small burst of ivory was unmistakable; he had really cummed on her! Cindy found herself licking her lips and was surprised when she found her hand creeping between her thighs to satisfy an urge. What a show. Soon the two lovebirds were both at the shower, rinsing each other off before the hose was dropped and they embraced each other by the fence. Cindy got a load of the young man's tight ass and her lust was stirred. She wanted to leave the window and take care of business, but she could not look away. In another second, the couple abruptly pulled away and walked to the center of the patio, their lower halves now cut off, and before long, shirts were being pulled on. The fantasy scene had ended. Cindy walked back to her chair and collapsed into it.

She didn't know who lived at that house, but she was pretty sure she recognized the young man. His lean build and his moppy haircut looked familiar. She was pretty sure she had seen him walking around the neighborhood before, or standing by the mailboxes. He had always come off as a rather dweeby and socially awkward kid. Unconfident, but kind of cute. Now she knew where he lived. The other person must have been his girlfriend, though for some reason that seemed unlikely. Plus, Cindy had never seen that girl before. She was very pretty. Distinctive, with what looked like bleached blonde hair at her tips. Cindy had never recalled seeing anybody like that before. Either she was his girlfriend, or a new girlfriend, or just a fling. She stood up to watch the two (now clothed) kids disappear inside. They didn't carry themselves like a couple. There was an awkwardness there. It was a fling. Or she was a prostitute. The cute kid must be a real ladies' man, Cindy thought. Or just a sexpot. He was cute. And Cindy was subliminally lonely. At forty-three, living by herself and working from home, it had been a while since she had had a good, no-strings-attached, feel-good fuck. That hadn't bothered her until now, where the heat of desire was building in her. She could go into her bedroom and take care of that feeling right now, but watching the dark window of the cute guy's back patio door, Cindy got it into her mind that she might pay the young man a visit. You never get anything from not taking any chances…

*****

The weeks after that wondrous morning were bittersweet for Peter. He drank in the memory of that fantasy-turned-reality and relived it many times as he lay awake in his bed with his eyes closed. But when he was standing, making coffee in his kitchen, or sitting behind his work computer, he would get angry at himself for letting Maggie take advantage of him for money. He was a sucker. It's not like he hadn't paid for sexual favors before, but he at least liked to know when he was doing it. And the fact that Maggie had recoiled and backed off when Peter was ready to give her what he could offer, that hurt him the most. It made him feel emasculated. Getting a blowjob from his college crush was nice and all, but now it felt like a favor of sympathy. Or worse: preying on his vulnerability. It really got him heated, enough that he told himself fuck Maggie, but not in the good way. The next time she asks for a favor, he told himself, I’ll tell her too bad.

But he didn’t tell her that when she called up less than a month later, asking for the same favor: Can I spend the night so I can be close to my next interview? He guessed that last one hadn’t worked out. If that’s what she really was in the area for. Peter had his suspicions that he was her mission that day, that she had come there specifically to extort money from him. That was silly, though. That would imply that he was important. He of course wasn’t. But he was important enough for a friend to rely on, as Maggie had done once and several times in the past, and as she was asking now. Peter accepted her request without missing a beat. Sure, he had said. Come on over anytime. He was proud of how casually he said it, as if the hot-coffee blowjob, facial, outdoor showering, and hot, wet coupling had not happened between them on his back patio. Maggie didn’t bring it up, either. She was just looking forward to relaxing at his place again, or so she worded it.

I am, too, Peter thought, though with definite goals in mind. He would see her naked again, that was for sure. And what transpired on his patio would transpire again, though in his bedroom, and with a whole new catalog of delights he’d have yet to experience. Peter shivered at the thought, and he felt confident all of a sudden. And this time, he assured himself, there will be no money exchanged.

So confident was he, that on the day Maggie was supposed to arrive, he stripped down.

It was a Sunday this time. He had no work to worry about. Not that it mattered. He supposed he could work naked anytime he liked, since he worked from home, though working naked did not appeal to him or come up in his mind at all, even after the freeing, nude experience on the patio. He had entertained walking nude through the house after that, but never did. Until today. He took a shower and stepped out and toweled off and then stood there in the steam, looking at his naked body materializing in the haze, and he quite liked what he looked at. He wasn't fat; in fact, he had some light definition on his abdomen. And his dick, it hung nice and long, nothing to be ashamed of. He looked quite the catch. Who wouldn't want to hop into bed with him? From there, he walked into his bedroom and got used to the feeling of the inside air on his skin, determined to be used to it by the time Maggie arrived. Already his skin burned with nervousness, and he went back into the bathroom to apply deodorant and steel his nerves. Then he went downstairs and let his heart rattle in his chest while he crossed from room to room in the nude. It never did settle down, because he couldn't stop imagining how Maggie would react when opening the door to find him naked. He shouldn't be nervous by the idea at this point, he thought, after everything he had already experienced. But he was. He was also nervous about the cleanliness of his place. Was it up to snuff? He hadn't had a chance to clean before Maggie's last-minute request. Would the house smell like his naked body? I just showered, silly, he told himself. Then the doorbell rang. His heart froze. This was it.

Peter puffed up his chest, let the sensation of his dick swinging in front of his legs take hold in his mind, and he marched proudly to the front door, unlocked it, and opened it wide, and then he got the shock of his life, because standing there was not Maggie, but a much older woman, a woman that was faintly familiar, about the same height as him, a little thick, with a full, bursting chest barely contained in the low-cut top of her black-and-white-dotted dress. And with a chubby, friendly face and long, sable hair. And bright, lively eyes that doubled in size at the sight of him.

“Well hello, neighbor!” she said, and he was able to break free from his petrification.

*****

Maggie sighed a trembling sigh as she put the parking brake on. She was nervous, though she ought not be; this would be a cakewalk. Or so it seemed from her past rendezvous with Peter. But she supposed she didn't feel right about it.

She texted him when she had gotten into town and stopped at a gas station, where people cast glances at her because she was pretty. It wasn’t like she was naked, nor was she wearing anything provocative, but people stared all the same. Peter hadn’t answered her text by the time she pulled into his neighborhood. She sighed and took in another shaky breath, and decided to just get out and go through with it.

It was Rick’s idea for her to come back. “See how much you can get out of him,” he had said after he was amazed at how much she was able to convince Peter to pay the last time. Peter was a pushover, and he had always drooled over her, so it was child’s play. But she did feel guilty about it. She shouldn’t; he got to have the time of his life. When he grabbed her though, moments afterwards by the hose, and put his… hose into her… that was a different Peter than she knew from college. It tickled her a little bit, but she was not ready for it. She was there for business, and she had done her business, and she had been ready to leave. But now, with time to think on it, maybe she wouldn’t mind letting him go wild on her. That would probably happen this time. And she could “charge” him a lot more money for that.

She got out of her car and walked up the tiny little set of concrete steps and up the sidewalk to his front door, checking her phone one more time before she got there. She was sweating a little bit. Why was she sweating? Peter should be the one sweating.

He hadn’t replied. That shouldn’t be unusual. Not everybody was attached to their phone. He was probably busy doing last-minute cleaning or else he was absorbed in one of his video games. A calm breath escaped Maggie’s mouth and she smiled; her confidence returned. This would be no sweat. She walked with absurdness, and Peter’s front door was in sight.

She turned the corner of the sidewalk and approached the door, and puffed up her chest (the better to display her mid-size breasts), and was about to knock when she heard a muffled noise. It sounded like a bird whooping. But it was coming from inside. One of his video games? No, Mario didn’t yell “wahoo” quite like that. Her chest tensed and her eyes drifted to the large picture window to the left of the front door, hovering above a neglected flower garden of dirt. The window was sheathed by heavy wooden blinds, but they were open, and on instinct, Maggie stepped into the dirt flower garden and had herself a little peek. It wasn’t spying; if it was Peter in there watching or playing something, he would be delighted at the sight of her through the window, as he was expecting her anyway. But what Maggie saw through the wooden slats was definitely not expected.

There was a woman in the middle of Peter’s living room, and she was completely nude and pale and buxom, with large breasts that bounced furiously as she moved up and down, riding, riding the nude young man beneath her, Peter, with his arms reaching out and bracing the older woman’s hips as he thrust up into her with more force and passion than he had done with Maggie, and his head leaned back in euphoria as the large woman rode him and let out her exclamations of pleasure.

Maggie took a step back from the window, lest she be seen. She was blown away. The sun was not yet on the front side of the building, and scant light that came in through the windows painted both naked participants a cool silver, and the woman’s breasts were so animated, jostling about like water balloons, and Peter’s abdomen was stretched out and looked so… toned, more sexy than she remembered. And he definitely was in his element, pinned under a bare-naked woman. Maybe he was more of a pimp than Maggie gave him credit for. She remembered his joke from before—at least she thought it had been a joke, but she wasn’t sure now. He had done this “a few times” he had said. Maggie had laughed, but maybe he was telling the truth. She did not know what to think, and she did not know how to act now that she was standing at the door of the guy she was supposed to fuck and take money from while he fucked the brains out of someone else. What to do? She couldn't go home empty-handed, but now she had the unfamiliar feeling of doubt in herself. She couldn't bring herself to approach the door, and nor should she, lest she interrupt a private moment. But wasn't Peter expecting her? Why was he fucking a random woman on his living room floor mere minutes before she was supposed to arrive? Fuck it, Maggie said to herself. I have an appointment to make, and she approached the door.

To knock or to open right up? Maggie was feeling devilish. Chances were it would be locked, anyway, so she tried the doorknob just for the hell of it, imagining what she would say if the door actually did open.

The doorknob turned. Maggie caught her breath. They wouldn’t have noticed. She could back off and just knock. When her heart started beating again, though, she pushed it all the way open and went through with it.

The first thing she saw was Peter’s contorted face raising and looking directly at her over the bare shoulders and broad back of his lover. The two of them were framed by the rectangle of light that the open door made.

“Oh shit,” he exclaimed. The woman stopped riding just long enough to look back over her shoulder at Maggie, and strangely, she actually smiled. Then she began moving again, albeit slowly, savoring it, and not taking her eyes off of Maggie. Maggie smiled and stepped all the way in and shut the door. The rectangle of light shrank into nothing. Maggie’s eyes had to adjust slightly.

Peter was trying to sit up on his shoulders, but the large woman riding him did not move from her post. While Peter struggled just as much with his words, Maggie stepped into the living room.

“You didn’t tell me you wanted a threesome,” she said, and without further ado, she dropped her purse and dropped her pants. The hefty woman grinned and looked back down at Peter. Her gyrations were increasing. She was getting turned on. So was Maggie, as she stripped off her shirt and let it fall beside her, then daintily tip-toed towards the pair, putting one foot on the other side of Peter so that she was straddling him. She was facing the woman; all Peter had to look at now was Maggie’s ass, which he couldn’t help but feel the other day. It was too high up for him now, though. The woman, bouncing on his cock, her breasts shaking like maracas, panted and grinned wordlessly at Maggie. Then Maggie slowly lowered herself. Lower, lower until… the purchase of lips, Peter’s surprised lips, breathing a draft of exclamation against her pussy. She sighed and carefully settled onto her knees, and let the rest of her gently collapse onto the perplexed boy, and he obviously didn’t know what to do. His lips just puckered against hers while she ran her palms along his stomach. Then the other woman rose her hips and Peter’s wet cock came out with a thwap! The woman kept smiling and scooched forward so that her pussy was pressed against the base of Peter’s cock, and Maggie’s hand crept forward to snag him in her grip as well, and the woman invited it.

A muffled moan came from underneath Maggie as she grasped the cock and let her fingertips dig into the woman's pubic hair as well. The woman's hand was next placed above Maggie's. They had a gentle tug-of-war with Peter's penis, as if the woman wanted to snatch him away and stuff him back inside of her. Finally Peter's tongue lashed, but only once. Then, after a pause, he did it again. It was more like a spasm than an attempt to pleasure Maggie. To encourage him, she gently rocked her hips, and soon he was putting in the effort, though she was more turned on by the situation, and each time one of the women's fingers passed Peter's shining head, his tongue would lance into Maggie, so she increased her tempo, and the woman did too, and in a hot flash, ribbons of ivory several feet high rained down on his lap and their hands and they worked him until his spasms stopped and his fate was sealed. Whether it was the fate of someone forever manipulated, or the unveiling of a new Don Juan, Maggie did not know. She remained where she was and did not get off of his face. She continued to play with his dick as it leaned against her fingers like a tired soldier, and when it was a completely spent dead soldier, she leaned back and waited for Peter to resume, to see if he really could be a Don, and she watched as the other woman slid back and brought her lips down to suck him dry. To think, this all started because someone looked through a window…

“Okay, Professor,” the general says impatiently. “You’re going to have to get to the point.”

“Haven’t you seen it? There is untapped power there, in the simple baring of one’s body, that petrifies people to their core. If you harness that power, why, you could accomplish anything.”

The general sighs in disgust, while Nako, having drifted away from Jane's terminal, walks the room and charms all the people that work there, mostly men. A stern-looking young woman in a military dress stands on the sidelines and folds her arms as her delighted coworkers bump flesh with the naked Japanese girl.

“Perhaps it would be better understood, General, if we analyzed more wide-scale displays of this power. Here’s an instance where people attempted to fight against it.”

Jane taps at her keyboard, and another diagram blows up, and it took them to a familiar location...

The Anti-Naked Defense Team

Ray Masters was there that day, at the incident at the water park, where a girl in a string bikini was accidentally disrobed by the park's water slide and was forced to get out of the water nude, and soon all of her friends suffered the same fate as well. He wasn’t actually there at first. He was on his way in when it happened, and only heard second-hand the awful embarrassment that the girls had suffered. Though seeing them as briefly as he did (and as fully as he did, unburdened breasts-a-bouncing and tan, golden bodies all marked by white impressions of where the bikinis once were), they did not appear to be embarrassed. Indeed, they had kicked out the remaining males and took over the place, and they remained nude. How quickly they transformed from modest women (well, as modest as one can be in a string bikini) to shameless animals was horrifying to Ray. Local law enforcement wasn’t too happy, either, and they tried to remove the girls, but the devil's power was too strong by that point. Ray had hung by and watched the events unfold.

A water park was one of the last places Ray felt comfortable going to, on account of the immodesty of people today, but his back hurt, and his doctor told him that swimming would help it, but he never got to swim that day. Instead, his back hurt worse than ever as he was eventually escorted away in the back of a military transport that was evacuating the area before a tactical nuclear bomb was dropped to cleanse the filth.[iii] Unfortunately, a change of heart caused a scuffle on the plane delivering the payload, and the bomb was dropped instead on sleepy little neighborhoods full of innocent people. It was one of the nation's greatest tragedies, and uninhibited nudity was the cause. Ray would never forget it.

Which is why he was now on his way to another pool, but this time not alone. In two separate black Lincoln Navigators his team sped, finding the quickest route so that disaster wouldn't happen again.

It was already brewing; their intelligence had reported that their greatest nemesis, a shameless middle-aged woman that went simply by the name "Dahlia," had showed up at a gated community's pool, and showed up how she often did: completely nude. Dahlia lived in the community, and typically public safety would be called to come in and tell her to get dressed or remove her. But Dahlia had been persistent, and regularly made appearances throughout that summer. Ray and his team knew that the problem couldn't be dealt with normally, so they took it into their own hands, without the authorization of the private community.

The scene they arrived at was horrifying. Already, Dahlia had influenced other younger girls at the pool that day to peel off their swimsuits as well. Young bodies, some of them perhaps too young to be baring themselves (but it was Ray's opinion that nobody at any age should be so immodest) scampered, gleaming wet, up and down the pool deck, while his enemy, Dahlia herself, stood at the edge of the pool with her hands on her naked hips, her obscene, wild pubic hair presented for anybody to see, and her large, round, possibly fake breasts thrust out naturally, while the pool attendant and some other residents looked exasperated. Ray almost felt like covering his eyes, but he had chosen a profession where he could not look away.

He and his team jumped out of their vehicles and approached the gate. Together they comprised seven people; two women and five men, including Ray, and boldly they entered the pool deck. The attendant, sitting at the far end under an awning, seemed alarmed by their presence, more alarmed than he ought to be, compared to the indecency going on around him. But Ray wasn't mad. He knew that at this point, the situation was out of that young man's control. It was a good thing that Ray and his team were there.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" the man asked as Ray and company came around the shallow end of the pool towards the awning.

"We're the Committee for a Return to Decency, and we're here to help you with this situation. Dahlia! It's time to leave!"

The young man at the awning was visibly irritated when Ray turned away from him to address his nemesis, and he stood.

"Do you live here? How did you get through the front gate?"

"Oh, we just told them we were contractors," the youngest of Ray's team, Larry, responded, and the attendant just shook his head in disbelief and stepped out of the awning as the new arrivals swarmed the pool.

"Time to get dressed, young lady," the second-oldest of the team, a tall, stocky former policeman said as he grasped the arm of one of the naked teen girls running around the pool.

"Ew, don't fucking touch me you creep!" the girl cried and threw loose his grip, which made her youthful breasts jiggle a little bit and for Simon to take a step back. Meanwhile, Ray was marching straight towards Dahlia, with the pool attendant on his heels.

"Get dressed or get out of here, Dahlia," Ray called from sixty feet away. "We don't want to have to call the police!"

"Please don't," the attendant said behind him, and he caught up to Ray and put himself between him and Dahlia. "Look, you're being a disturbance, and you're not even guests here. Please leave."

"A disturbance?! More of a disturbance than this shameless nakedness going on?"

He said this as his team was spreading out, pursuing fleeing naked people, beckoning them to cover up. Only two members seemed a little lax on the streakers. Their glorified IT guy still had his laptop with him, which he set up at a picnic table under a gazebo where other guests were sitting, narrowing their eyes at him while he tapped on the keyboard as if to record what was happening. And the woman who was their newest member looked around in awe at all the wanton nakedness.

"Look," the attendant said with a sigh. "There's not much I can do, and it's not really a big deal anyway, in case you missed current events lately."[iv]

"I am aware of where our country is going, and that's why I'm here to stop it. Dahlia!"

Ray was leaning past the attendant to address his foe, but the scrawny young man kept putting himself between them, as if he was in any way intimidating to Ray's sturdy frame.

"Look, please leave, you're bothering people."

Ray leveled his gaze on the pathetic young man and put on his serious face.

"I don't know, it looks like some of your patrons are bothered by this lewd display." He motioned with his chin towards the people with irritated looks on their faces, sitting on loungers as bare, young, water-dappled flesh passed by them, and his eyes passed by his informant, another resident of the community, sitting sternly under the small gazebo. Ray nodded at her as his eyes passed.

"I'm just a pool attendant, there's only so much I can do, but you, sir, are more of a bother than these kids, so if you don't leave, I'll call public safety."

"And I'll call the police! You said it yourself: there are kids here! How do you think the police will respond to that?"

"They probably won't come. In case you haven't noticed, there's a lot more people walking around naked these days. Now get out."

Dahlia, meanwhile, seeing that she was being protected, walked confidently around the end of the pool, passing by the disturbed guests with her regal yet obscene bare body, her breasts shaking slightly with her solid steps, until she sat on the edge of the pool and dipped her feet in, sitting so shamelessly with her hairy lap displayed and her bare stomach pinching with her posture, and then she pushed herself in the water and joined her nude cabal that she had apparently formed. Ray's eyes saw it all, and it incensed his anger.

"Out of my way!" Ray then announced, and shoved the pool boy aside, casting him with a splash into the figurative lake of fire where the hedonism he allowed thrived, and he marched forward to a group of girls who had gotten out of the pool and were now standing at their chairs, picking up their towels to dab their bare, golden bodies. At that moment, a rather large man suddenly stood, and he stood a full foot taller than Ray. It was as if he had materialized out of nowhere, so unnoticeable he had been when he was just sitting. Without a word, he marched right up to Ray, putting himself between him and the naked girls, and he socked him in the chin so solidly that Ray didn't even feel the pain before he blacked out.

He awoke in the passenger's seat to a sore jaw and Larry driving.

"Ugh, I guess it didn't go well, did it?" Ray asked.

"No, but I did manage to gain some support from some of the people there," Larry said.

"Good. Maybe some of them can join us. We need a lot more manpower to combat this evil."

"Person power," came a feminine voice from the backseat, the committee's newest member Katy Pierce.

"Apologies," Ray said as he rubbed his jaw, and noticed Larry blushing from the mere appearance of Katy in his rear-view.

*****

The two SUVs pulled into the driveway of Ray's expensive home, a 14,000 square-foot mansion that he lived in with his wife Celine and a few hired maids. All team members got out and limped in defeat to the front door of his home, the base of operations for the Committee for a Return to Decency, or CARD, as they called themselves. Larry helped Ray up the steps. The young man was his youth pastor at church and the first member of the committee. Ray had known him ever since he was a boy, when he had given in to a  moment of weakness. In other words, he had made sexual advances on him long ago in a locker room. In short, he had molested him. But it was behind them now and neither of them talked about it. Ray blamed it on nudity and nothing else. Yes, nudity was the sole cause, because he normally had control of himself. He wasn't even gay. And he definitely wasn't into young boys. Nudity was that dangerous; it unleashed the beast inside every man.

"Oh my god, what happened, honey?" Celine said, coming halfway down the steps as Larry helped him up. She covered her mouth when she saw his swollen jaw.

"Just a small mishap with a dedicated sinner. Ow." It actually hurt to talk.

"Let's get you inside and I'll get you an ice pack.

"Thanks, honey. Ow."

They all settled in the living room twenty minutes later, with the early evening sun making its way through the slatted windows and one lamp light switched on to take over when the sun set. If they stayed there until after dark, Ray would even get a fire going in the fireplace. Celine brought out hot chocolate and they all mused on strategy.

Each of them came from a different background and carried with them some tiny piece of expertise. As mentioned, the second-oldest member of the team was a former policeman. His name was Simon Paul. He still had his hair cut in a high-and-tight and though he was getting overweight in his old age, his forearms were like tree trunks.

Katy Pierce, the newest recruit, was a housewife in the same neighborhood as Ray and Celine's. She found out about Ray's operation and found it interesting. It was apparent that she was not driven by passion, but by curiosity. She had even said: she liked the idea of being able to contribute to something bigger than herself. But she never actually seemed bothered by the things they saw. Even at the pool, she had barely committed to rounding up streakers and actually seemed amused by how free all the naked girls ran about. Ray didn't fully trust her and didn't know how long her participation would last. It didn't help that she was seductively attractive. Though middle-aged, she was very slim and her skin was flawless. Her long, dark hair and her full lips made her seem exotic, as did her honey-laced voice. Ray had to admit that she made him uncomfortable. And she seemed to draw the eyes of his other male members, particularly Larry and his information guy, Joey.

Joey was the next youngest besides Larry, and the only African-American member of the group. It was a guilty thought, but Ray liked the idea of him being there, to round out their diversity quota, though that was not why he brought him into the fold. Joey was part of the church as well, and though not very active in any of the youth programs, he was obviously very devout. And large. If only he were the stereotype of the giant, muscular black man, Ray thought. Instead, he was a little chubby, with a baby's face and glasses, and looked like the stereotype of a black nerd. But he still was six feet tall, so that helped him be at least a little intimidating.

There was also Sonia, another resident of the community. She had lived there a long time and Ray liked her, though he did not know much about her. He had always seen her before but never talked with her until she came and asked to join his team. He was a little suspicious of her, too, though, because one day, a kid on the street had called her Karen, and he wondered if she led a double life. Her blonde hair did look like it could possibly be a wig...

Lastly, there was Kurt Aaron, in his late thirties, lean and muscular, and quite handsome. It was awkward sometimes to have him on the team, for when they were at the pool, for example, the naked teenage girls seemed to not be able to look away from him. The last thing Ray needed was to have a catalyst for more sin on his team. It could be counterproductive. Kurt didn't even live in the neighborhood, either, and his passion seemed almost as indifferent as Katy Pierce's, though he claimed he was against degeneracy. It didn't seem like it, though. Perhaps they just had different ideas about what degeneracy meant.

Ray sighed and held his ice pack to his cheek while he attempted a sip of Celine's hot chocolate, which dribbled down the corner of his mouth but soothed his jaw with the icy-hot combo. Most of the others sat awkwardly. Simon Paul stood looking out the window. Joey was on his laptop. Katy was sitting with her legs crossed, raising the cuff of her thin capris pants to reveal some scandalous ankle and the delicately veined top of her foot as seen above the tongue of her loafers. Sonia was the one to break the silence.

"I don't know about you guys, but I got sick to my stomach seeing how Dahlia corrupted those teens."

"Amen," Ray agreed. "Ow."

"We need to target her exclusively," Simon the ex-cop said, turning from the window and pounding his heavy fists together. "Get the disease at the source."

"I'm all for it," Sonia said. "Get the problem at its source."

"Right."

"What can we do?" Ray wondered, thinking through his pain. They had to get her arrested somehow. Put her away so she couldn't influence more impressionable youth. But a thought in the back of his mind troubled him the most: was there something inherent in all the girls they saw, unburdened, at the pool that day? It was a disturbing thought that he strove not to dwell on. Dahlia may not be the source of the entire world's woes, but getting her out of the picture was a start towards a return to decency.

"Here's our opening," Joey announced, and spun around his laptop, setting it open on his thighs for everybody to see. The screen displayed a Facebook post from a user called "Annabelle Decency," and it showed a blurry picture of a lot of bare skin, so out of focus it could be Bigfoot if not for the recognizable female shape of the apparition as it stood on a front lawn. "Looks like some of her neighbors are complaining right now about her stepping outside of her house without clothes."

"That witch," Sonia seethed.

"Let's go," Simon said, stepping forward and puffing up his chest in determination. "She can get arrested for public indecency right there."

"You're right," Ray said. "A pool's one thing, but flaunting outside your home for your neighbors to see, that's crossing the line."

"Let's go, then," Simon urged, and Ray set down his hot chocolate and stood, and right then Celine entered with a tray of cookies and quickly rushed to the center of the room to set them down and focus on her husband.

"Honey, you're not going out again already, are you?"

But the other team members had turned and all were poised to go.

"Duty calls," Ray said. "Ow. The fight for decency continues."

*****

They called the cops first. Unfortunately, the cops seemed disinterested but assured they'd send someone out to the address when they were freed up. They seemed a little more interested when Sonia told them they'd already be at the scene waiting for them.

The team had trouble at the gate, having used their one trick of lying about being contractors. They were stalled at the call box, and eventually Ray told them that it was an emergency and that police were already on the way. The gate rose and they were quickly let in, one black Lincoln followed by another.

When they pulled into the gravel road that Dahlia lived on and crept down it until the GPS told them where her driveway was, they recognized the scenery from Joey's Facebook post he had shown them: long, unpaved driveway lined with shrubbery, leading to a tall, rustic cabin, and out front, as if there were nothing wrong with it, Dahlia was tending to a flower garden in front of her home, completely nude and obscene, the waning evening light still making her bare skin glow, and her full yet weightless breasts hovering before her as she plucked a bud from one of her rhododendrons. She turned and looked displeased when the black Navigators pulled into the driveway and the Card team jumped out.

"Hello again," she said, though her face, for once, was not smiling. "I see you've followed me home."

"It ends here, Dahlia," Ray said, wincing through the pain in his jaw. "Your neighbor already has complained about you flaunting about in front of your home. Police are on the way."

"Well, you disturbed me at the pool, which I pay dues to have access to, by the way, and now you come to bother me here."

"This isn't your living room," Ray stressed as his team stepped up beside him, all ready for whatever may happen. "This is your front lawn, and your neighbors can see."

"My neighbors have a long driveway and their front door is more than sixty yards away," Dahlia said. "The only way they would notice me is with binoculars."

"Whatever the case, it's still illegal to be outside in the nude."

"A law that nobody cares about now. Besides, this is my property. Are you going to leave?"

"The cops are coming, anyway, you can of course argue your position when they arrive."

"I doubt they'll come," Dahlia said, standing so unashamedly that it made Ray blush, but he had pledged not to look away. Dahlia seemed to be challenging that pledge. "But I bet they'll come if I tell them that a group of people are trespassing on my property."

"By all means, call them, then," Ray said. "I'd be interested to see whose side they take."

He glanced over his shoulder to look at the neighbor's house across the street, from which the Facebook post Joey had shown came from, and he caught the motion of curtains parting. Then he looked back with confidence renewed.

"So are you ready to call the cops on yourself?" Ray said, his chest puffed up, the pain in his jaw forgotten.

"Sure. I'm going to go in and do just that."

"Alrighty, well go for it."

"I will."

Dahlia disengaged from her gardening and turned to walk up her porch steps, swaying her full-figured, browned butt at them as if in defiance. Ray stepped forward to follow her, but she spun around, startling him all over again with her full-frontal nudity.

"Don't follow me. You're intruders. If you come in, I have a legal right to shoot you."

"Fair point," Ray said as she stopped. "More of a legal right than you have to do yard work in front of your house naked!"

Dahlia chuckled, scrutinized Ray, and then turned again. To Ray's shock, Katy stepped forward.

"So you're really comfortable, doing your yard work outside in the nude?"

Dahlia turned again and narrowed her eyes at Katy, sizing her up, but she seemed to have desire to share, because she subtly opened up.

"Yes. Why wear clothes?" she told Katy.

"Amazing," Katy replied. "You really have no shame, do you?"

"No, why should I?"

Goddammit, Katy, Ray thought. You're pulling out sympathy for her. He knew he couldn't trust her.

"Aren't you concerned about offending your neighbors?" Katy then asked, steadying her alliance with the team and making Ray feel a little better.

"If they're offended, they just don't have to look. Afterall, your claim seems to be that they can see me if they look at my property with binoculars."

Ray was struck dumb and he fizzled with anger now, and Katy took a step forward.

"Good point," she said.

"Katy, get back here!" Sonia said in a rather loud voice, loud enough to echo across the street, where the curtains fell shut.

"I'm going in now," Dahlia announced. "I hope you'll be gone by the time I pick up the phone."

"Go ahead," Ray called out. "We want the cops here."

"Very well." And with that, Dahlia turned again. But Katy stepped forward to follow her.

"Let me come in, if you're okay with that. I want to know more about how you live."

Dahlia turned and sneered at Katy, but the sneer soon faded as she saw the earnestness in her face. Ray bit his lip. Maybe Katy was playing 4D chess. Get Dahlia comfortable, and then learn her secrets. Maybe she could get something testifiable against her. Whatever would put Dahlia behind bars and out of the public.

"Sure. If you're not gonna try anything, you can come in," Dahlia said, and Ray nodded as Katy joined their nemesis and followed her plump, naked rear up the stairs. All they could do now was stand in the driveway, as the curtains across the street parted again so the neighbors inside could watch.

The cops never came. Ray and his crew stood out in the driveway for a while, looking across the street and seeing the curtains continue to part and then fall closed, the neighbors probably wondering what a bunch of people were doing standing in Dahlia's driveway. Maybe they would call the cops. After only five minutes, Ray got impatient and headed for the porch steps, despite the possibility of a gun pointing at him when he got to the top. Simon hurried up and climbed the stairs side-by-side with his leader, while Joey, Larry, Kurt, and Sonia walked slowly to get closer and watch. Ray got to the front door, which had a large glass window, and through it, he was shocked at what he saw.

There was Katy, sitting at a dining room table with the still-nude Dahlia, only now Katy was nude as well. Ray blinked away the vision, but it remained, and he tore himself away from the window in disgust while Simon shouldered his way in to stare in amazement. Katy looked up and noticed, and then Dahlia turned around with an angry face. Ray saw, because he glanced back again, remembering that he pledged to not look away, but part of him wondered if it was curiosity that drew his eye back. It was Katy who appeared at the door.

"You guys go on, I'm going to have a heart-to-heart with Dahlia here. I think maybe diplomacy is the best approach, no?"

She was marvelous, every ounce of allure she possessed when in her clothes was magnified a hundred times, as if her clothes were barriers that contained her dangerous power. Her back was straight, her chest thrust out, holding two perfect spheres, hypnotically perfect, with an upward-facing red cap on each of them, and her thin waist was pale, traveling down to a sudden darkness. Ray's eyes shot back up.

"Don't come back. You're off the team."

"Aw, Ray."

"No compromises. No backing down. No exceptions. Come on, Simon."

The former cop was rooted in place, and when Ray shot him a glance, it seem to release the spell, and he shuffled down the stairs, looking back over his shoulder at the angelic view of Katy rising above him. Down at the bottom, all the others looked up with varying expressions. Sonia was horrified. Joey was mystified. Kurt Paul had a smug smile on his face which pissed Ray off. And most distressing of all, Larry gazed up as if he had found a new God.

"Come on, Larry, come on, guys, let's get the hell out of here."

"Are we not gonna try calling the cops again?" Sonia asked, looking back and forth from her leader to her once trusted team member and lone female sister in the group.

"Fuck the cops, let's regroup and re-think. Come on!"

And the curtains across the street fell shut one more time as the team got into their vehicles and their nude teammate turned to go back inside. Ray glanced up at the last moment to see her shapely rear hypnotically move before the door closed, and he sighed and mentally flogged himself.

*****

Back at his house, only a few members stood in the den, and evening had set in, the one lamp providing barely enough light. Ray was in too bad of a mood to make a fire. Sonia had left in her own vehicle right when they arrived, and nobody remembered her saying anything to anyone. Kurt had asked to use the pool so he could swim some laps and get his exercise in (it was very important to him), and Ray waved him off to go talk to Celine. Simon stood at the window again, looking out at the dark, a constant habit of his that probably came from his experiences in the force. Larry sat awkwardly and looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. Joey had gone off with his laptop to the kitchen, getting a snack and then talking with Celine, and when their voices ceased, Joey did not come back down.

"So what do we do now?" Ray asked, as if he were the follower. None of the two men in the room with him had any answer. Larry simply looked at his feet, his eyes vacant as if he were still picturing Katy Pierce as he'd seen her, and Simon turned from the window and bit his lip as if he were thinking of something to say.

"We have to figure out some new plan of attack," Ray pressed. "Today would have been fine if it was anybody else but Dahlia. But she is different. We have to figure out how to put her down."

The look on Larry's face became sad-looking as Ray said this, and Simon sighed and finally spoke.

"Maybe we need to sleep on this for a bit. I'm stumped, but I'm at my limit today. I'll be thinking about it, though. For now, I'm gonna go home and spend some time with the wife and kid."

"Try to think of something," Ray urged.

"I will."

"No, I mean now."

Larry looked up, stricken.

"Ray?" Simon said, looking concerned.

"Dahlia's the biggest threat to decency even if a hundred people were walking naked in the street. We have to figure out something tonight, before we turn in."

"I feel you, Ray, but I got a life, too. I'm just as impassioned as you are, but I need to rest. I'll get with you sometime later tomorrow."

Simon then stepped through the living room, past Larry, who sat hunched forward with his hands on his knees, and up the small flight of steps and to the front door. Ray stewed and didn't even look at Larry. They sat in silence.  

"So Ray?" Larry started, but then was cut off when Joey came halfway down the steps.

"I'm gonna head out, too," Joey said. "I got somewhere to be tonight."

"Go," Ray said, waving his hand. "Nobody wants to figure this out with me."

Joey didn't say anything in response and Ray didn't look up to see what his expression was, but he did look up when Larry stood and said: "I'll head out with you. Sorry, Ray, but I gotta go. I-I'll think about it too."

Ray sat, defeated, as his protege and his other youngest member went up the steps and out the door, closed with an audible finality to his crusade. Ray Masters was prone to defeatism on occasion.

His wife came down moments later with concern on her face.

"Everything go okay, dear? Do you want to take a bath?"

"No, it's all shot, honey. It's been a hell of a day."

"My, language!"

"It truly was hell," Ray said. "Fire and brimstone awaits all of them!"

"You can't save them all, Ray."

"No, I mean our team. Joey, Simon, all of them. Nobody wants to sacrifice!" He sighed. "It's okay, honey. I just need to take some time and re-think. Maybe I won't be so angry tomorrow. I might come up for that bath in a bit."

"Okay, sweetie, I can run the water for you. Oh, and what about Mr. Aaron?"

"Who?"

"Kurt. Is he out of favor now, too?"

Ray had almost forgotten about him. He was always the team member who said the least. He was silent about the whole affair that day.

"I don't know, I'm just being judgmental," Ray said to his wife. "And that is a sin."

"I guess you'll have some repentance to do later, won't you?"

"Yes. But for now... Where did Kurt go? He said he wanted to swim?"

"Yes, I let him go out and use the pool. Lucky we have a pool light."

*****

Ray and his wife had their own lap pool in their back patio, installed so Ray could keep his back in good shape, as his doctor had advised, and after the incident at the water park, he vowed he would never go to a public pool again. Too much sin happened there, anyway.

It was sin he witnessed as he stepped out onto his patio, the pool lights shimmering blue, and the tan, lean figure of Kurt swimming up to the steps of the shallow end, and then standing, ascending, his taut, wet skin rising, revealed, and continuing to be revealed as he got completely out and the skin never stopped, to the point that Ray stared in disbelief at a compact, boxy, muscular rear-end.

"Kurt! What the hell?! I have neighbors!"

"Figured nobody would see out here in the dark," Kurt said, looking over his shoulder first and then turning, turning to completely reveal—Ray looked away, looked sharply at the ground as he admonished Kurt.

"With the pool light on? Idiot! Don't you have trunks?"

"No, didn't bring any." Kurt obviously must have known ahead of time that he'd want to swim, though. Or maybe not. Either way, it enraged Ray, and the brief glimpse of his teammate's nudity flashed a shameful memory in his mind.

"Get a towel on, get dressed, get out."

"Okay boss, lemme just dry off."

"Oh!"

The startled voice of Celine made Ray look up in horror. The look on her face was shocked, but there was a disturbingly pleased glint in her eye from what she was looking at. Ray took one glance to the end of the pool where he had been avoiding looking at and Kurt had not put his towel around him yet. Instead, he was dabbing his hair, leaving his defined abs to be seen, down to a growth of masculine hair and a rather long, masculine distraction. Ray instantly tore his eyes away again and rushed to cart his wife back inside.

"Am I interrupting..." her voice trailed off, for she was unable to say it.

"No, get back inside, you shouldn't see this!"

"So it's not like... last time?"

"No!" He had her half-turned away from the indecent sight, and outrageously, when he dared look back again, Kurt was approaching, still dabbing his full, enviable hair, his thick cock swinging gently with his steps. His wife was resisting, and he applied more force, walking her straight into the kitchen and then turning to go back out. Kurt had dropped the towel and was standing in side profile so that the dimple on his hip was alluringly seen, and he slowly picked up his clothes to put them on. Ray angrily turned and folded his arms to wait for him to get decent, and while he waited, he could see Celine peeking out the window, which made him even angrier.

The subtle sound of clothes being sheathed and fastened over skin eventually ended and Ray found it safe to turn around. Kurt was fully clothed again, but the memory of his nude body was superimposed over his clothes.

"Good. now go on and get out. And don't come back."

"Come on, Ray," Kurt said, daring to look at him directly with an innocent face. "If there's one place it's okay to be nude, it's a pool."

"It's never okay!" Ray growled. "Looks like I've lost two partners today. Out!"

"I think you've lost more than just that," Kurt said as he picked up his towel and moved past Ray.

"What was that?" But Kurt disappeared inside. Ray stood there for a moment, his fists balled up, and he was panting, though he feared that the panting wasn't from anger. Then he went inside.

Kurt was on his way out with Celine following him, asking if everything was okay. He spoke very politely, not betraying any hurt or anger, and then he was out into the night, with Celine standing confused at the door. She closed it and turned when Ray approached.

"Honey, I'm so confused..."

"He was skinny-dipping. Did he not ask for swim trunks? I would have lent him mine."

"Oh honey, I think yours would be too loose on him. They'd probably slip off and the situation would  be the same."

Ray was aghast. He could barely accept his wife speaking so casually about casual nudity. He shook his head to shake out the image of her staring at Kurt's cock. 

"I wished you hadn't seen that. You didn't see too much, did you?"

"Well..."

Ray snorted in disgust.

"And no, it wasn't like... that one time."

"It's okay if it was, dear, I support you either way."

For some reason, that made Ray even angrier, and he turned from his wife before he said something that would hurt her, and he marched to the kitchen. They were not drinkers in that house, but Ray was beginning to wish for a stiff drink right then. A stiff drink, not a stiff...

"And I think you should keep supporting your friends," Celine said, her voice following behind him. "You have to give some leniency to them."

Ray spun around to face her.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? So you can see Kurt swing his cock around again!"

"Oh dear..."

"Well he's never coming back here again. Neither is Katy. I saw her naked today."

"You... what? Oh my..."

"Jealous? Now you know how I feel."

"I'm not jealous, honey. I don't know what to feel. And I didn't mean to make you jealous. I just... I didn't expect that."

"How do I know he didn't ask you if he could swim... naked in our backyard?"

"He didn't, honey, I swear."

"Or that you were looking out the window the whole time?"

"I was cleaning up. Should I run that bath now? You need to relax."

"I need to succeed! I can't rest now when I'm at the bottom! If I do, then indecency wins!"

"You'll need to rest before you climb back up," Celine advised, and Ray, though breathing heavily, reflected on those words. They had been said by their pastor in one of his sermons. It was sound advice, but he still couldn't abide Celine having seen what she'd seen. He was angry at the whole world. But Celine reached out and touched his arm.

"Come on upstairs, honey, I'll run the water."

His anger cooled by the tender touch of his spouse, Ray let himself be led through the living room, past the foyer where Kurt had made his exit, and up the stairs. He sat on the edge of the bed while Celine disappeared into the master bath and soon the sound of the water running drifted into the room, and Ray stared at himself in their dresser mirror. He looked defeated. His hair was sweaty and tangled, and the way he sat, his shirt pulled at his tubby torso and he looked completely unflattering. He looked like a chubby grade-schooler kid that had just been beat by Phys Ed class.

Then a shape moved at the edge of the mirror, where it showed a partial view of the bathroom, and that same shape, startlingly bright, then entered the left side of his field of vision, and he turned and dropped his jaw.

Celine stood in the door frame, more seductive than he ever had seen her, with her hips canted and one hand raised and resting against the door. Her bared breasts were remarkably light, having never nursed a child (they had tried and tried, but had never been able to conceive), with oddly large areolas that he only occasionally seen. Her small, protruding gut was completely free and somehow beautiful in its freedom, and Ray's disbelieving, traveling eyes widened at the wide, obtuse growth of fine, thin hairs over her sex, something he had not seen for a long time. He found himself actually salivating, and when he raised his eyes to meet Celine's, she was smiling.

"Why don't you get undressed and come join me?" she said in a confident voice.

*****

And so, the members of the Committee for a Return to Decency scattered. Ray never heard from Joey again, but he had heard rumors that he was seen at the house of Dahlia on the very night he left Ray’s home. Whether or not Katy Pierce was still there, it was not clear.

Simon Paul returned that night to his family, as he had announced, but he was shocked at what he found when he came through the door.

His wife stepped from the other room, and he had to blink to make sure it wasn’t an illusion. She was completely naked. Farther behind her, into the opening of the kitchen, he saw his teenage daughter standing at the counter, and she turned her head and then rushed out to greet him, her unmentionables bouncing, yet he never looked away. He was too shocked.

“Oh, honey, we figured you were pulling an all-nighter with the boys once it was past dinner,” his wife explained, as if that was all that needed to be told to explain why they were naked.

Apparently they relaxed around the house in the nude all the time when he wasn’t there. They were comfortable with themselves and more comfortable without clothes, especially with it being “just us girls” without Simon. Simon would have been angry, as he used his wrath often in that household, but he was too shocked, his worldview too shaken, that he had to stay silent and process it all, while all the while his daughter would drift from room to room with her butt bouncing shamelessly.

Nobody heard from Sonia ever again, though Ray would occasionally see her in the neighborhood on their morning walks, where they would look at each other, Ray wanting to call out, but Sonia would turn away and move on. Ray wondered if she had that little faith in him, and pondered that maybe she was no longer comfortable being in a group with only men after Katy was jettisoned. Or maybe she actually sympathized with Katy. That didn’t sound like Sonia, but it was hard to tell. Everybody else had seemed to sympathize with the opposition.

As did Larry, who didn’t answer Ray’s calls, though not that he didn’t want to. He wasn’t angry or resentful at all towards his leader, but inside, he told himself that it was just time for him to move on. And move on he did, his first independent action being trying to get in touch with Katy Pierce. He talked with her on the phone and had a surprisingly lengthy conversation. Larry asked her why she so easily threw off her clothes and Katy described the careless inclination and admitted she wasn’t a hundred percent behind Ray’s ideas. Then she invited Larry to an afternoon on the lake.

They met one afternoon in the gravel parking lot of the small recreation area. Larry was in a t-shirt and jeans, Katy in a white spaghetti-strap blouse and very flowy, thin pants. Her hair was braided back in a pigtail, and she looked absolutely astounding. Not as astounding, though, as when they hiked the lake shore and traveled a wet, sandy path to a little islet, where they got comfortable, lounged for hours, but first took off their clothes.

Katy was an astounding sight then as she lay on the sandy shore: supine, her back arched, her chest thrust to the sky, her pigtail tracing lines in the sand. Her skin was reddish, as if only recently introduced to constant sunlight. Larry had never seen someone so angelic.

The time spent was innocent enough, the intention seeming to be just to have a relaxing, fun time. But Larry’s show of excitement he couldn't help, and he couldn’t lay flat on his back, lest he wave a flag of lust. Katy cured it by suggesting a dip in the lake.

Naked, hand-in-hand (touching her sent jolts to his heart), they tip-toed through some bushes to the edge of the water, and in the clear view of miles of open lake, they waded thigh-deep, then waist-deep, and then were swimming into the center. Larry felt as if he were Adam with Eve when they got out into the middle with a panoramic view of the mountains around them. It was a more spiritual experience than anything he had experienced in church. He felt connected to God, looking up into the limitless sky, and with his hand joined in Katy's, he felt as one half of a pair, looking up there at the heavens.

Not necessarily spiritual, but certainly transcendent, is what he experienced when they got back onto shore. He stepped out limp now, no longer excited in that particular sense, though as he kept his hand in Katy’s by his side as they walked through the weeds, he felt connected to the bare body before him in the same way that he felt connected to God, and that connection announced itself positive with the raising of his penis, from small and dangling to curved and lengthy. By the time they were in the spot where they had tossed their clothes, he was urgently erect. And Katy noticed, took his hands, and they lowered onto their knees before each other in a sandy circle. Larry gazed at her tits, shining in the sun, looking up at him as if they had sight of their own, and he wanted to bury himself in them and her, but he suddenly looked up and asked:

“Aren’t you married?”

Katy smiled and reached out a finger to place on his lips, and then she moved her hand around him and pulled him up onto her hips. He felt the heat expand on him and her body entwine with him and they fell back on the grass, and Larry buried his face in her chest, as desired, when he came.

A hot flood and the release of rubber bands as he collapsed in her embrace. Then he was panting onto her collarbone as he nearly drifted off, almost carried away to heaven, but Heaven was right there.

“So you see, General, even a self-appointed holy warrior could not overcome the power...”

The general lets out one prolonged, irritated, helpless sigh, as the lights grow and Nako Takoyama is revealed to be jacking off one of the workers, his fly open and his pink, short cock out and in her hands.

“Jenson!”

The masturbated man looks up and his expression changes. “Sorry sir—uuoh!” He bursts in the girl’s grip. The female soldier standing nearby covers her mouth in shock.

“Miss Takoyama, you might be interested in this one,” Professor Dougherty calls the girl, and she stands and forgets about the man she had just brought to climax.

“Oh yes, this is another one of my stories, isn’t it?”

“Yes. And General Goodhue, you will want to look at this, as this concerns matters of national security.”

The general, his interest piqued, steps closer to the professor and his nude cohorts, a little hesitant to be close to such bare flesh, as Jane types on the keyboard and the map on the giant screen swiftly pans down, to a location just below the United States...

The Naked Girl Task Force

The location: ten thousand feet above the country of Prudentia. The situation: a quiet coup by the liberal Prudential party has sent the populace into an outrage. The plan: drop down in and calm matters to ensure a smooth transition of power and secure a reliable ally for the United States. The team: four women, currently ten thousand feet above the country, ready to deploy.

Inside the plane, camo netting usually used to strap down supplies now hangs loose, for there are few supplies needed on this mission. A lone soldier stands, for it is soon time to prepare the crew for the jump, but he is a little apprehensive. Sweat trickles down his temple as he tells himself to not be too distracted that he miss an important detail, for the crew is completely naked except for the packs on their backs and leather moccasins on their feet. Folded in a seating position, and with the straps digging into their skin, they are less astounding than when they entered, walking tall and completely bare where it mattered. Now they sat, almost out of sight so that one might forget about them, except when the plane shook, and so did their bare breasts, squeezed just a bit together by their straps.

The group:

Hannah Smith, the leader of the squad. She was the first to stand, already knowing that it was time, and she stood a near foot taller than the soldier, dominating, commanding respect. Her breasts were large and eternally youthful, round and smooth, and commanded respect as well, like the puffed-up chest of a peacock. Her face was stern and her reddish hair was tied back in a bun, and her skin was ruddy and reddish to compliment her hair (above and below), and was dotted with freckles on her shoulders. She stepped up to the soldier and his heart skipped a beat. She then turned around so he could inspect her pack.

Lining up behind her was Felicia. At exactly the soldier's height, she would be less intimidating if it wasn't for her tiger-like gaze and predatory grin, and her hypnotically even, dark skin, all the way down to between her legs, where it was hard to tell if there was a peppering of hair or not without staring. The frizzy hair atop her head, full of volume, was also tied in a military-code bun, but not as tightly. She was the smooth player of the group, using manipulation whenever possible, a dark force of the team, figuratively and literally.

Jumping up behind her was a very lively person. Everybody knew her, because she was quite famous. She was Nako Takoyama, popular nude personality, TV host, activist for social change, and now, elite crisis handler. Her long, dark hair, usually worn loose, was tied back in a ponytail that swished her bare, honey-hued back, and she walked with a skip to her step, like a schoolgirl, and her smallish, pointed, jiggly breasts affected a young girl as well, as did her springy, untrimmed bush that had never seen a clipper's blades. She jumped in place before the soldier and he flinched, tried not to be won over by her infectious grin, and had to tell her to turn around so he could check that her parachute was okay to go. She playfully wiggled her bare butt when she turned, and another trickle of sweat ran down the soldier's temple as he tried to focus on safety. Nako was the runt of the group, and the least tactical, but her exuberant energy and vision were important for the function that the team served.

Lastly, Tanya stood, and her head nearly touched the ceiling of the cabin. With thick limbs and a sturdy midsection shaded with muscular definition, Tanya was a mountain of a woman with a mountainous chest. Each breast was practically a muscle. She was without question the team's enforcer, for sometimes a physical response was needed. Her body was a solid stone temple, her face the chiseled effigy of its saint, and her demeanor always stoic and as solid as the rocks of a foundation. Strictly, her dark hair was tied back so tightly that it looked like it hurt. In fact, her strained face always seemed to betray pain. When she approached the soldier, whose head only came up to her chest so that he was staring directly at her areolas as if they were eyes, the soldier trembled, and had to stand on his toes when she turned to let him inspect her pack. When she spun back around, the pack hit him and he stumbled off his feet, barely preventing a fall with the palm of his hand on the floor, and when he steadied back up on his sagging knees, he came face-to-face with Tanya's thin, wispy pubic hairs lining her mons pubis. He trembled again, and before turning to face the exit hatch, Tanya's face finally showed emotion in the form of a smirk. Then she lined up behind Nako and the soldier maneuvered around them to throw open the hatch, feeling his flesh pulse as she passed each naked, feminine body.

Together, the four women formed Squad Delta, an elite team dreamed up by Secretary of Defense Rob McNamara in light of recent readjustments in attitudes towards nudity. Their function was to cool down heated situations with the hypnotizing power of female nudity. The magic of fearlessly naked girls. Girls, specifically, the minister claimed, had the power to douse fiery situations, and ignite other fires, the fires of change. He received much criticism for his operation, but the results unbelievably spoke for themselves. And now, they were trusted and prestigious enough to be sent down into a country pulsing with protests, and to try to sway the people to put faith in their new leader and to embrace liberal social attitudes, in interest of better relations with first-world countries. They would take no weapons. They would take no equipment except a pack with canteens and food. They were going down, in every sense of the word, naked, with no protection. It was suicidal to do what they do, others said, especially to be going down as shameless women in a country that had more than its share of women's rights atrocities. So confident were they, though, that their demeanor often made men drop to their knees in awe.

"Alright!" the soldier's voice started, and was drowned out by the deafening wind as the hatch was pulled open. It buffeted the bare breasts of Hannah Smith in front of the line, ruffled the top of Felicia's hair, and threw Nako's ponytail straight back. Then the soldier focused, finally felt in charge of the situation, and clapped Hannah on the shoulder to go. The leader threw herself out, and the soldier leaned out to see her tensed, flexed, bare butt just under her pack get rapidly smaller as she fell, her arms and legs outstretched like a starfish.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Felicia, Nako, and then Tanya, having to duck her head, threw themselves out and sailed through the skies. The soldier watched their flying configuration with a whimsical sense of awe and sadness at seeing them go.

*****

They rocketed through the sky, completely free and liberated. The rush of the air all over every inch of skin was exhilarating, and added to the adrenaline that would propel them through this important mission. As Hannah Smith spread her limbs, the others slowly drifted to her altitude, first Felicia, head pointed forward in a dive, arms held at her sides, and Tanya, the heaviest, quickly fell past her teammates. Only Nako, the lightest, lagged behind. Then the leader deployed her parachute, and she was whisked upwards, passing Nako on her descent, and Nako got the message. She deployed her chute as well and let out a surprised "ooh!" when she was snagged upwards. Felicia's deployed, and then Tanya's, and the four women slowly descended to Earth.

Outside the capitol, a crowd was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, hoisting signs and shouting for justice. But then, looking up, the crowd parted, as descending from the skies like angels were four startling people, naked, trailed by parachutes. Hannah and her team touched down softly in the middle of the crowd, and Hannah instantly detached her chute before it settled to the ground next to her. Her other teammates landed and did the same, and now stood in the center of the awed crowd. As if they were aliens who had come down to Earth, Hannah playfully asked: "Take me to your leader." Nobody stepped forward to help them.

They marched towards the front halls of the capitol and the crowd parted for them, many staring in disbelief, some angrily, while others covered their eyes as the four fearlessly naked women mounted the steps. Nobody inside the capitol stalled their progress; everywhere they went, people stood aside to let them pass, glancing down their unbelievably exposed bodies, watching their rears undulate under their packs, which they soon slid off and carried by their sides, to better show off their entire forms. Hannah was fighting back a smile as they approached the office of the newly-appointed prime minister, Fabio Lopez.

Armed guards with M-16s nodded and stepped aside as Hannah and her team approached. Through a massive oak door, a smiling, chubby-cheeked man stood from behind his desk and outstretched his arms.

"Well! The United States has sent some support, I see! Welcome! It's a pleasure to see you!"

He stepped from around his desk and grinned wide as Hannah and her team came to greet him. He extended his hand and shook with Hannah, then, guardedly, Tanya, and a dainty hand was taken from Felicia, who grinned, and Nako, ever the sparky one, threw herself at the prime minister for a hug, something hardly anybody had the privilege of doing, and the leader's chubby cheeks turned red and he laughed joyously as the naked girl pressed herself against him. Then she stood back and the prime minister assessed them, and laid out the situation.

"I can't believe they sent the famous naked girl squad to take care of this situation. I do appreciate your help, but I must extend my caution: you will be in great danger if you should go out there. Many of these people are not prepared to see you the way you are."

"They already have, Mr. Prime Minister," Hannah said confidently, standing confidently, her browned breasts thrust out in said confidence. "And we are ready for them to see more of us. They will get used to our presence. And for those who aren't, well, we have Tanya here."

The tall, naked woman stretched and flexed her forearms, sending her muscles rippling. The Prime Minister was impressed.

"Well, if you are so confident... Tell me, what exactly do you plan to do?"

"We'll go out amongst the people, talk with them. We're ready to understand their concerns. It's dialogue we hope to open up, sir, and the longer they are forced to look upon us, as uncomfortable it may make them, they will inevitably get used to us, and that means they will also get used to the idea of you as their leader."

"Very well, if you think that will work. I have my doubts, but... I am glad that you're here."

His quickly-moving eyes took in all the uninhibited nakedness and the warmth in them showed that he was indeed very thankful. Nako, in her excitement, shouted "yeah!" and clasped her hands together and hopped on her heels, which only made her small chest bounce even more and for the Prime Minister's eyes to stray one more time. His cheeks remained perpetually red.

The team was seasoned by this point. It would not be a challenge. Their track record boosted their confidence. They were formed in the wake of a disastrous event in the Midwestern United States, when an incident of public nudity led to the accidental nuclear bombing of a metro area.[v] In the wake of that horrible event, politicians were sorting out the circumstances that had led to the disaster. The President took full blame and stepped down. The Vice President, America's second woman vice president, pledged to reverse the backwards thinking that led to the disaster. It was from her that Minister McNamara got the inspiration for Squad Delta. But he didn't need to start from scratch, because such a squad already existed.

In tandem with their formation, adjustments to laws were being tossed around legislation, and the naked girl task force appeared alongside a new era of public nudity.

They made themselves known by helping to officiate the recognition of a nude beach that residents of a resort town were protesting. The arrival of four naked women that refused to be clothed rocked the residents' sense of decency, but when the team spread out and talked with the populace about the joys of swimming and sunbathing nude, the prudes were soon won over, and the nude beach opened up to much celebration.

They also showed up at a protest outside a library that was hosting drag queen story hours. Their presence drew attention away from the cross-dressers and crowds were now angry at the naked girls instead, until enough time passed with them standing in the streets that people began to accept not only them, but the activities of the library as well, realizing that the body was just another form of expression. Then Minister McNamara approached them like Samuel L. Jackson at the end of a Marvel movie and piqued their interest in working for the government.

Their first job was to quell the violence of a drug cartel just over the Mexican border. Quite a dangerous job. The goal was to dispel a gang war going on and prevent the deaths of innocent civilians and officials caught in the conflict, though people cynically predicted that the women would be kidnapped and forced into prostitution at best, and the worst was barely mentionable. But somehow, the presence of the four naked women distracted the cartels from their blood feud, and instead, the women were treated like celebrities rather than possible commodities. The intimidating presence of Tanya probably helped in some of that. Indeed, her body was whispered to be impervious to bullets, and some cartel members actually believed that she was made of steel, like Superman. The feud ended, and the activities of the cartels simmered down to a near-invisible enterprise, their motivation sapped by the presence of the naked girls. Many had figured that their alluring appearance would spark more bloodshed and testosterone, but it was the exact opposite that happened, perhaps, some joked, because the cartel members were masturbating to the thought of the naked task force, leaving them little energy to be violent. Whatever the case, the cartels, while not defeated, were deflated. And that led Hannah and her crew here, five thousand miles away from home soil, in a volatile country with nothing but their skin to save them.

Their first appearance was in the middle of a protest, where again people stood aside to let them pass. Surrounded, completely vulnerable, Hannah, without fear, sought out who could be considered the leader of the protest. She found a stout, serious man at the head of the crowd and addressed him, asking him what upset him so much about Prime Minister Fabio’s takeover. Was it the manner that he did it in, or was it his policies? Unsurprisingly, it ended up being his policies. If the tables were turned, she said, then he would have no problem with a coup, would he? And of course, he bowed his head and nodded.

During this exchange, some riled-up protesters got vocal, directing pure anger at the shameless display of female skin. An object was hurled from the crowd, and Tanya extended her thick arm and caught it, a tomato, with a loud clap. Then she crushed it with her hand, sending juices pouring onto the ground, and that silenced any further protest.

Hannah asked for more explanation from the leader. Why was it that Fabio's position upset him so?

"They have no respect for tradition!" the man claimed. "They disrespect our heritage, and they introduce dangerous thinking into our society!"

"Like?"

"Like, wanting to teach sex education to our children! What is the matter with them? They ought not to be thinking about things like that! And they want to allow women to wear bikinis on the beach! That is filth!"

"Where we come from, women and men are now allowed to wear nothing on the beach," Hannah countered.

"That is you! Don't bring your culture into ours! You can descend into doom all you want, but we will not!"

"Just as you're not descending into doom with me and my teammates standing here?"

"Depravity seeps into society over time, it doesn't happen all at once."

"So there's nothing horrible that could happen with us standing here right now?" Hannah then asked, and the man was suddenly stumped. Hannah grinned, and the man's eyes watched as Felicia, standing out from the others because of her dark complexion, greeted curious onlookers with a hello and a devious smile.

"Y-you're tempting them into sin," the leader then said. "Stop it at once!"

"Is that the fault of us? Or of the person's spirit?" Hannah asked, and the man seemed doubtful again, but still resilient.

"All men are born into sin."

Hannah stepped a little closer and the man stepped back.

"I don't want to force our culture upon yours, but I do want to say, in many countries, people relax nude next to each other all the time; men and women, adults and children, and hardly anything bad happens. This has been going on for hundreds of years. How is that possible? Isn't that interesting?"

The man chewed on his lip to answer this, and amazingly, he was glaring into Hannah's eyes and not distracted by the rest of her. Unintentionally, he had been made accustomed to her nudity. And Hannah, satisfied, turned from him and ended the conversation, walking away and leaving her naked butt swaying in her retreat, which the man briefly noticed and became insatiated again. But Hannah and the others moved on to talk to the rest of the populace.

And so they made their way through the city, turning heads everywhere that they went. Their appearances were met with gasps of shock and shouts of anger from some, but also stares and grins from others. On one street, a pair of men came running out with a silk banner to obstruct peoples' view of them, and they went so far as to try to walk around the girls and wrap them completely in the cloth, but it was fruitless, as Tanya stood so tall above the men that her heaving breasts could not be concealed. She just stared down at them with a smirk on her face, and, defeated, they dropped the silk banner and let them pass. They were careful not to tread on it, and Nako even bent down (flashing her Nako's Tako and making one man look away) to pick up and bundle the cloth, which she turned and happily handed over to the other man, who stared at her grinning visage and had no words. "Here, don't let this get dirty!" she beamed, and then turned and skipped ahead to join her friends, and the man was left staring at her bouncing ponytail and rear end.

They entered a bar, at which all the men inside either stood or turned their heads. The man at the bar stood stoically, merely watching them enter, while others came up to schmooze with the nude ladies.

"I would like to buy you a drink," one young, scruffy-faced man asked Nako directly, and she just grinned and said that she didn't drink.

"Why are you here?:" the man at the bar finally asked, and Hannah approached the bar and sat, to many gasps as her naked butt touched the seat.

"We just wanted to get to know everybody, and find out what people think of Prime Minister Fabio."

"I think you probably know what everybody thinks," the man replied. "If you're not going to have anything to drink, then please leave."

"I'll have a drink," Felicia announced, and withdrew some currency from her pack, which she then slung on the back of the chair. "A vodka tonic, if you have it."

"We do."

Hannah leaned over towards her teammate.

"You know, we really shouldn't be drinking while on duty."

"Just one," Hannah said. "Or two. Whatever keeps us here."

Hannah understood and she nodded. Indeed, it would smooth things over. The bartender prepared Felicia's drink while Nako entertained the crowd, going from table to table and saying hi, shaking hands, and already winning hearts. Only one upset man got up and left.

"So you want to know what I think?" the bartender said as he slid over Felicia's vodka tonic. "I think Fabio is unintentionally inviting hedonism into this country. And here you are."

"We're not hedonists," Hannah said. "We're just free thinkers."

"A very dangerous thing," the man said.

"We don't think so."

"I know so. Society can't function without modesty."

"It is certainly possible."

"I’m a hedonist!" Nako cried from the center of the bar, and Hannah just sighed and shook her head. The bartender bit his lip, and Felicia seductively sipped her vodka tonic, dripping melting ice onto her dark breasts, and the man sharply inhaled.

"Immodesty is a gateway drug into degeneracy," the man eventually said, watching patrons actually stand up and join hands with Nako in a playful dance, and they delighted in her bouncing, small breasts as they shuffled and spun each other around. Tanya, meanwhile, stood tall with her arms folded, watching the scene play out. She was attentive enough to detect danger the second the door opened again, and the man that had left entered with a posse. Voices arose, speaking Prudential, and the men, of which there were four, made for Nako and her entertained guests. But Tanya stepped up and blocked the posse's advance. None of them apparently wanted to tangle with her, and they all took a step back. Some of the other men shouted at the posse, apparently telling them to calm down, and a conversation was had between them while Hannah turned to observe and Felicia just enjoyed her drink. Soon someone stood up and shouted, but it was a shout of happiness, and he began stamping his foot. Others took the queue and began clapping in tune. Nako loved this and began hopping on her feet, her breasts bouncing so high that her nipples almost pointed directly up at intervals, and soon everybody was standing, stomping, clapping, and dancing. The defeated posse bowed their heads and some of them turned to leave, but one man was mystified by Nako's boundless energy and soon found himself drawn towards her as if by a trance, and she took his hands and invited him to dance. The bartender sighed and poured a stiff drink for himself, and Hannah smiled. They had won over the bar. Where to go next? It didn’t matter for the moment, for they stayed at that bar for many hours. Felicia ordered two more drinks and Tanya came over and decided to get a beer, and the bartender seemed more accepting of them since they were spending money and making the patrons happy. And spendthrift, as the delighted, drunk men soon were ordering drinks all around, and it was a big celebration in that bar.

They left there early into the evening. The sun had not yet set, but it would eventually, and soon it would be wise for the squad to retreat to the capitol, where they knew they would be safe. But first, they walked around. They talked with people who were willing to talk. Hannah was direct, asking questions about the new prime minister and listening to the concerns. Some people wouldn't speak with her, and that was okay. She did not expect people to simply accept their presence. Nako, on the other hand, had no trouble making friends, and brought smiles and joy to everybody she met. Hannah was glad she was on their team.

A notable incident happened on their walk through a quieting business district on their way back to the capitol: one particularly confident man took a definite liking to Felicia, following close behind and watching her heart-shaped butt sway. She looked over her shoulder and grinned at the man, and he hurried to catch up. Soon he was at her side, asking her questions in his own language, and Felicia just shook her head and said one of the few phrases she knew in Prudential: "I don't speak Prudential." The man said something tinged with amusement, and he reached out his hand to cup a breast. Felicia let him, smiling at him as his sweaty palm cupped her left one. His panting breath was hot on her face, but she maintained her devious grin. Tanya had noticed and turned around to prepare to teach the man a lesson, but she stopped in her tracks and watched Felicia's demeanor, for she just stood there, letting the man grope her, until a crucial moment, and Felicia dropped to her knees, clutching the man's waistband and tearing his pants down along the way. At his ankles now, they did not protect his treasured nudity, as now a dense black patch of pubic hair and his diminutive penis looked out at the crowd, who laughed. The man was stark with terror, and Felicia stood, smirked at him, and turned away, while all around laughed at the man. Tanya relaxed and turned to walk with the rest of the squad. Only Nako doubled back to see the sudden male nudity.

"Wooow, you're free!" she cooed, and dropped to one knee to flick, with her finger, the end of the man's half-hard uncircumcised penis. His foreskin subtly rolled back as she flicked his tip and excited him to half-stance. But before he could submit to a fantasy he had only dreamed of, Hannah came and grasped Nako's arm to draw her away, and the man was left standing, bottomless, erect, before a row of laughing spectators. And then the girls moved on, with their handiwork in their wake.

Hannah was not so happy about that display. She didn't want to appear to be forcing a way of life on people, as the bartender had accused them of. Nako was hard to control. That was her one negative aspect. Felicia, too. Hannah's' first instinct would have been to slap the groper, or to sick Tanya on him, but violence wouldn't solve the conflict going on in the country. It had to be a last resort. So did overt displays of shamelessness (besides the shameless display of nudity). Despite their overtness, they still had to be gentle.

The night at the capitol was lively and more troubling than the day on the streets. The prime minister welcomed them back and accommodated them with a room to stay, and staff in the building were exasperated at the presence of the nude team, especially when Nako and Felicia were let loose in the government halls. After her shower, Hannah went to their accommodations—a room with four cots, nothing fancy—and knew trouble was up when nobody was there. But she didn't want to worry. She organized her pack and took stock of her items. Her canteen was barely empty, because eventually, at the bar, they had been given water, and they were able to hydrate at other spots throughout the day. The only thing that was missing was the one pack of rations, which they ate while walking (it was meant to be heated with the packaged flameless heater, but they didn't have time to sit for long, so they ate their rice and veggies cold, straight out of the package). The Prime Minister had treated them to a wonderful dinner that evening, too, with bowtied waitstaff a little perturbed at four nude women sitting and dining. But the gesture was great (so was the food: flavorful baked chicken), and they were able to save their own rations for however long they were going to be there.

Which wasn't long. The next morning, as they stepped outside and went down the large steps of the capitol building, Hannah and the others were amazed to see a crowd of people, but they were not protesting. They cheered when the team appeared. Every face was smiling. Hannah couldn't believe it. She and her teammates slowly walked the rest of the way down the steps and into the parting crowd. Felicia and Tanya were just as perplexed as their leader, though Felicia also seemed amused. And Nako, of course, was overjoyed and grinning ear-to-ear, and panning her head to take in all of her admirers. Someone even held up a cardboard sign with a simple but spot-on depiction of Nako, from head to the knees at least, just enough so he could scribble a furious black bush with a magic marker. The man sang her name with glee as she passed, and Nako put her hand on her chest, right between her pointed breasts.

They revisited many of the locations they had and found no protests, but everywhere they went, the crowd from the capitol building followed. It made visiting the bar a little awkward, and they did not stay long inside, for the people who could not fit remained outside, like hungry cats waiting for food to be thrown out.

With the exception of the bartender, who still seemed scornful of them, smiling faces greeted them wherever they went. Certainly there were those that weren't smiling, but the team was flooded with so many supporters that the antagonists sank below the surface. Or hid below the surface, Hannah thought darkly. They couldn’t win everyone over, she knew, and it might be best to get out before somebody did decide to turn violent against them. She wasn't naive. Radicalization started at a simmer, in the shadowy bottom of the pot, and that wasn't Hannah's responsibility. Just having them away might prevent it from boiling over.

She was about to voice her intent for them to leave when Tanya said a very sobering thing:

"They're not gonna let us leave," she said. "No way."

Hannah sighed, looked around them, and nodded. "You're right," she said, as she caught sight of Nako, behind them, jumping and holding hands with a delighted man before the crowd, and Felicia with her arm around another man's shoulders as they posed for a picture.

"We do need to get out somehow."

*****

That night, all four members of Squad Delta were transported in a black Explorer with only enough room for one other person, the lucky driver. Through tinted windows, Hannah watched the quiet scene of Prudentia's capital city at night. There were no protests going on. Everything seemed peaceful. She hoped it would last. Prime Minister Fabio had promised that he would assure the people that the naked girl squad would come back, and Hannah intended to, but not on a mission this time. Rather, as a celebrity. And to see how things had changed since their absence. This was their biggest mission yet, and she felt emotionally invested.

The Explorer left the city and hit the lonely highway, devoid of streetlights after a mile out, and only the lunar-looking landscape of the rocky wilderness beyond. Hannah sat in front next to the flustered driver, and in back were crammed the others, with Tanya awkwardly taking up the center. All of them wore their packs, and the straps squeezed their breasts together, barely visible in the dark except for the wink of their areolas. Hannah kept her eyes on the sky, when she saw the blinking lights below the dark clouds.

"This is our queue," Hannah announced. "Thank you for driving us. Girls?"

"Right!" Nako said, and she scooted forward in her chair, but it was Tanya next to her who reached up and opened the moonroof. Then she lifted her butt out of the seat and placed a moccasined foot on the center console and stood up into the opening. The driver turned his head.

"What—"

"Just keep driving," Hannah instructed. "We'll take it from here."

Tanya's thick legs lifted up and disappeared out of the moonroof, and then Nako was standing to climb up as well, with the help of Felicia, who placed her hand on the bottom of Nako’s pack to help lift her up, and then pushed her butt upwards, not shy at all about the intimate contact, and finally she moved her hand to raise up the girl's feet. Then Felicia came forward to climb, flashing a grin at the distracted driver before ascending, leaving the last sight for him her dark, clean delta. With three naked girls standing on the roof of the car, the driver instinctively slowed, and Hannah unbuckled her seatbelt, took up her pack which she had kept at her feet, and smiled at him.

"Keep the vehicle straight," she said as she squirmed her arms through her straps. "See you again sometime."

"Yeah. See you again," the man said, watching with awe as her hips raised directly at eye level, so that he was staring at her red bush, not so red in the low light of the car, and then her scuffed knees and dangling feet rose up, and she was gone. He took a breath and kept the vehicle straight, wondering what was going on, until he saw the shape of the stealth fighter lowering out of the clouds.

On the roof, all four girls stood in a crouch, bracing themselves with their hands until they got the bravery to stand, and each reached into a side pocket of their packs and withdrew what looked like flare guns, tethered to them by a chord, and they all simultaneously shot into the air. Four shining flares rocketed into the sky, trailing their safety lines. They all braced themselves. In the next second, they shot into the air, the hooks on the ends of their chords caught by the Skyhook mechanism on the stealth plane. Just like that, they were gone, as if they had never been in the country at all.

Seconds later, they were in the hangar of the plane and removing their packs, standing completely naked except for the moccasins on their feet, and several camo-wearing U.S. soldiers were happy to see them. There also was one man in a dark suit that stood behind them all, his hands folded behind his back. It was Secretary of Defense McNamara.

"Mr. Secretary, I'm surprised you're here," Hannah said as she slid the straps off her bare shoulders and stood unfearfully before him.

"Yes, well, I'm here because we have a severe incident, and we need your help already again. I trust the mission was a success?"

"A grand success. I wouldn't have it any other way. Looks like we're not gonna have time to rest though, are we?"

"No, I'm afraid not," the minister said. "A dire situation has developed."

Nako let out a disappointed "awwwww," but the other members stood and listened.

"While you were down there, President Kano in North Sabrattel has declared he is ready to strike the United States with a tactical nuclear missile. Of course, he's made threats before, but this time it seems that he might be serious."

A barely-audible gasp came from Nako, and the others were sternly silent. The minister continued.

"Now we have intercepting missiles capable of knocking anything he fires out of the sky, but we would like to avoid that and stop it before it happens. And I think you all are just what is needed. Up to the challenge?"

"We like a challenge, sir,' Hannah said.

*****

The airspace above Sabrattel was too well-protected to dive in as they had done on their previous mission. Instead, they rode to just the reach of the country's airspace and queued up at the hatch just like before, and the same soldier from before traveled their ranks and checked their equipment. They wore smaller packs this time, packs that had a much different purpose. The packs were so small that more of their feminine form was displayed, from the arch of their backs to the gentle thrust of their rear ends, which the soldier glanced at before returning his focus to the mission at hand. Then all four women rushed out and flew through the sky, and the soldier watched as they fell, spread out, and then suddenly sprouted wings. The packs were high-tech gliding devices, and soon, all four Squad Delta members were sailing through the air on what looked like angel wings, and for the people down on the ground, it would seem that they were being visited by Heaven.

They sailed under the radar for several miles until they were within the reach of Sabrattel, and when they were above the capitol, they gently dove and then landed softly before the building, all four in a row, four naked butts underneath their small packs, where the wings folded and withdrew into. Then they slid them off and marched towards the front halls, where they were approached at first with guns, but the guns were soon lowered and the team was allowed entry with no argument. President Kano came out to greet them with wide-open arms and a boisterous laugh, and soon the girls were in the deep halls of one of the most feared dictators on the globe. Soon they were walking the halls naked, given a full tour of the house of Kano's government, and before long, the leader was sitting in his chair laughing with delight as Nako and Felicia entertained him. Meanwhile, Hannah and Tanya explored the city, getting access easily into one of its largest military bases, where all guards stood and accepted their entrance. When they found themselves in what was definitely the main war room, they located the button, the button which could spell doom for many countries, and the workers stepped aside as Tanya came up to it and raised one balled fist, and then brought it down to destroy the control panel. Nobody fought them on their way out.

When they got back to the capitol building, there were many alarmed faces from the staff and guards as they made their way into the inner chambers, where they eventually found President Kano, leaning back in his chair behind his desk, with his fly down and his cock out, erect and in the grasp of Nako and Felicia, who leaned down to lick and kiss his crown while the president leaned his head back and laughed tearfully, and then the white deluge oozed out and covered the two Delta Squad members' lips. Whatever it took to distract him, Hannah thought. Though discussing disarmament after his post-nut clarity would be a trifle difficult. But the expenditure of an orgasm was nothing that continued seduction couldn't fix, and Hannah looked at Tanya and smiled, and then they both turned their eyes ahead and approached the president's desk with a more seductive walk than usual. Sometimes one had to appeal to base desires to get things done. Hannah imagined that this mission would be short work.

“Nako got a good one!” Nako says, addressing herself in the third person as she usually does.

“Yes, that was quite thrilling, and informative,” Professor Dougherty says.

“I don’t get it,” General Goodhue adds. “I’ve never heard of this operation.”

“That’s because Nako here is from another reality,” the professor replies.

The general stares at him as if he had just said Tinkerbell was real. A smile even formed on his face, as if he were realizing that this whole situation was a prank (but it wasn’t).

“Now I see why you were let through security,” the general says, and then turns to all the people in the room.

“All right, who’s in on the prank?” he calls out to them.

"It's no prank, General. Miss Nako here comes from a world where several incidents with public nudity led to global attention, including the nuclear bombing of a Midwestern American town."

“Get out. Was it the Russians?”

“No, it was us.”

“What?!”

"Another incident involved communication with another realm, a dimension, if you will, inhabited by wild naked women. They spilled over through a rift in space-time and ran amok in the alternate-world America's streets. Miss Nako here found herself in our world due to the thinning of the dimensional fabric."

“Aaaaand I’m happy to be here!” the spry girl announces, leaning forward, dipping her small tits downward and giving them more presence, and waving her open-palmed hands excitedly.

“And the man responsible for letting those naked warriors in was a man who was in contact with one of the witnesses in our next incidence, which does take place in our world.”

“I will say, Professor—if that is your real title—you put on a good show. So the energy spikes were just BS?”

“No, General. I am serious. You’ve heard of the Naked Angels, correct?”

At this, the general falters, because of course he knows about the Naked Angels, but he is hesitant to admit it

“We do have a division... Paranormal research. We are aware of them.”

The professor now raises an eyebrow, for he had not expected a revelation like that.

“So you know... of—”

“Yeah. “Same as UAPs. We’ve been studying them for a while.”

“Then you may know of this instance, which happened just right now...”

Jane, forgotten by some since Nako’s appearance, rattles at the keyboard and the map on the screen returns to the U.S.

Chasing the Naked Angels

Running where the boys run free

Burning up the sky

Chasing the angels

Be my fantasy tonight

Someone out there waits for me

Got you in my sights

Chasing the angels

Going straight to Heaven tonight

- Mike Reno

*****

Despite the loud chorus of crickets, the lake could be heard lapping at the edges of the shore as Danny, his best friend and mentor Todd, slovenly Eddie, and wired, energetic Julio made their way through the tall weeds towards the little islet in the pale moonlight. Only Danny was empty-handed. Todd, ever the one to want to make a show of pulling his weight, carried a mini-cooler full of water and beer. Eddie held under his arm a bundle of folded and wrapped canvas chairs, and Julio carried with him, weighing down on his arm, a boxy electronic device assembled by himself, on the instructions of a man he’d been in contact with, another man who knew something about the so-called Naked Angels.

They were legendary. At least to the right people. The layman might not know anything about them, but Danny and his friends certainly did, after reading an article in Worldweird News about a man who encountered an inexplicably naked woman who seemed so knowledgeable and sagely and unreal, that she might not have been a normal person, and the same author also wrote a whole book on the subject, his research taking him all over the world interviewing people who had similar encounters.[vi] It was delicious to imagine: it seemed the world was secretly inhabited by erotic yet calming entities that bore the appearance of beautiful naked women. They came for not only men, but anybody, particularly troubled souls, whether they be troubled by complicated sexual feelings, hesitation, or despair, they would always appear to set the troubled person right. Or so it was made to appear in the author's book, which was called "Chasing the Naked Angels," his testament to his many years of research. The most recent incident reported in that book was of a man living in the mountains of Montana actually sleeping with a trio of the naked angels. It seemed they weren't just there to guide.[vii]

“Alright, I’m dropping this shit,” Julio said, and the heavy equipment he carried settled onto the mud with a dull thud. Todd sat down the cooler and stood up straight to assess everybody and then peel his shirt off. Julio and then Eddie did the same, and only Danny stood, hesitant.

He was the only real shy one of the group. He didn't even know Eddie and Julio very well. He was more friends with Todd. Or rather, he was a student to him, because it really didn't feel like they were friends. Todd was so cool, leagues above him, effortless with the ladies, and always giving sage advice to Danny anytime he was venting about being lonely. Todd was his Superman. And in the night, the moon radiating off his chiseled bare chest looked quite supernatural, and quite out of the ordinary was the sight then of him bending to take down his pants. Julio and Eddie repeated the same ceremony in the background, though less theatrically. Eddie, with a big, round gut and short legs, looked the most inelegant as he tripped out of his pants and stumbled naked in the tall grass, a little penis flapping in the night.

It was part of their plan. Getting naked would lure in the naked angels. Or so they surmised after reading an account from the early 1900s by a professor named Reginald McCallister.

Way up in the northwest, during the gold rush, a logging town was flooded with appearances of angelic naked women. They were drawn into the town after an apparent orgy in the cold mountains between prospectors looking for more than just gold and supernatural entities looking for… semen, it seemed. One had come to the local saloon and summoned semen from any able cock that night, seemingly imbibing it through her skin and taking energy from it to... No one was sure.[viii] But between that and the account of the Montana man, there seemed to be a parallel thread with the naked angels as spiritual advisors and naked angels as the ultimate bed-mate. Danny’s friends were not sure of the differentiating factors, but they were plenty obsessed about it.

And it was their guess, that night, that open display of male nudity would draw them in. Accounts from the Yukon told of sleeping with the supernatural women. They desired flesh, and flesh they presented, though Danny was still hesitant as he finally peeled off his shirt and exposed his tubby, pale torso, the reason he always wore shirts at pools. He oughtn’t be ashamed; Eddie looked immeasurably worse, older, with more time to sag and loosen his gelatinous belly, though the sun had also warmed it a bit more and somehow made his grotesque form slightly more appealing.  So Danny still felt unable to measure up. But that was only the half of it. The other half was supposed to come down next: he was supposed to take off his pants. He was supposed to get completely naked, right there, in front of his friends, all guys. With heavenly naked women prancing in his mind, Danny took down his pants.

It didn’t feel right. Though his dick flipped free in the chill air and was actually quite pleasant-feeling, the realization that his friend’s eyes could be on him and his straying eyes finding—ah!—he could not look at his friends’ dicks! He felt completely, spiritually naked, and he covered his penis, essentially his soul.

Then Todd opened the cooler. He leaned down and bent his hips and the silver moonlight traced up his bare thigh and Danny was ashamed to look, but then his friend stood up with dripping Bud Lite cans in his grip.

“Let’s chill out!”

Danny couldn't believe how easily Todd was able to "chill out," passing a sweating beer to Julio, who was bent over the boxy device he had lugged along. Eddie waddled up for his own beer, completely oblivious of his nakedness. Only Julio seemed a little tense, though maybe it was because of the hope of encountering the sexually supernatural.

They hung around the dry center of the islet, which was covered with fine sand that was probably brought from somewhere else. Eddie pulled out and unfolded the chairs for all of them, in between sips of his beer, which he nestled in the sand and kept bending down to pick up, flashing his pale, wrinkled ass wider than the moon. Danny slowly came forward to the cooler, as uncomfortable as he was being naked or being around nakedness, and as much as he didn’t really drink, he took a Bud Lite and contemplated which chair to sit bare-assed in. None of them had brought towels. Did Eddie really want his chairs infected with ball-sweat and unblocked farts?

“Whatever chair you sit in, you keep,” he explained to everybody, without anyone needing to ask. “The wife wanted me to get rid of them, anyway, since we rarely have company.”

Well, that answered it, Danny thought, and hesitatingly put his hand on the back of what looked like a maroon-colored chair (it was hard to tell in just the moonlight), and Todd began working on making a fire ring, carrying rocks from out of the weeds as if he were early, primitive man, absent of clothes.

“Come and help me,” Todd told Danny. “Find some dry wood to start a fire.”

And so Danny found himself tromping through the dirt and sand, his bare feet getting dirty and his steps careful so as not to step on a broken beer bottle or a fish hook, while his bare skin was scratched by thorns and itched with so many bug bites. He did not like the idea of getting his skin roughed up and sweaty and he especially didn’t like the idea of jumping in the lake to clean himself off (God knows what could be in there), but at least he was away from the others, alone where he could gather his confidence. He could hear them still talking in the background.

“So Julio, how exactly is that device going to work?” Todd’s voice asked.

"Well the way the guy explained it," Julio said, "You just let it run and you'll notice differences."

“Like what?”

“Like the air will be thinner… I don’t know. But having it on will make it easier for them to show up.”

Half-listening, Danny sighed and spotted a piece of tangled driftwood, and bent down to put his hands on it. It was dry enough. He put both hands on it and tried to wrench it from the ground where it was apparently half-buried.

“Sounds like that time machine in that Mormon movie,” Eddie’s gravely voice said in the dark.

“You mean Napoleon Dynamite?” Todd asked with a flutter of a laugh, and then he opened up and cackled, and his voice echoed across the dark water.

“Nah guys, this is real…” Julio urged, though his voice was defeated and one could imagine him dipping his head in shame. Danny didn’t imagine that, though, because he was having a hard time with the driftwood, and when he looked up, he jumped in fright, for there was someone there.

She stood silently at the edge of the shore, the water lapping at her ankles. She was incredibly bright with the moonlight on all her bare skin, for she was as naked as Danny was. He was still crouched before the driftwood. He couldn’t stand (couldn’t imagine himself standing, baring himself to this woman) and his words caught in his throat. This is one of the angels! would have been a thought in his head, except that he somehow felt that she was a normal, naked person, out there enjoying nature just like the guys, and he almost thought about apologizing. Apologizing for what, he didn’t know. Seeing her? Her pale skin was angelic in a way, and made her almost glow. Her paleness was even across her torso, with no marks of a tanline past her half-moon breasts up to her collarbone, or over her bare sex, darkly furred. And she looked at him with a calm smile, her hair flowing behind her like a great mane, and Danny was put both at ease but also on edge, a different kind of “on edge” than he had been mere seconds ago.

“You’ve come a long way out to feel confident,” she said. Her voice was direct and clear but subdued in the shadows, and Danny just blinked at her, found himself able to look directly at her without shame, and in his crouching stance, he could already feel his erection rising between his legs.

“I guess…” was his response, and the woman stepped out of the water. The sudden movement bringing her closer made Danny’s heart jump, and he actually stumbled and tripped, rolling onto his back and looking up at the woman looming above him and feeling his dick standing up straight at her. Then she put out her hand. It reminded Danny of the Terminator movies: come with me if you want to live. He raised his hand and let her take it. She was remarkably strong, pulling him right up on his feet with little work on his part, and he was confronted with standing mere inches in front of her, a beautiful naked woman, a situation that previously only existed in his fantasies, and the end of his dick brushed against the woman’s warm thigh and he trembled. Maybe he was out here to get his confidence, whether he knew it or not. It was as if the woman were clairvoyant. Maybe she really was one of the naked angels.

“Are you…” he began, but the woman smiled and took both of his hands, raising them up at his sides so that he could not cover himself, and letting them fall down by his hips as she smiled wider.

“I am born out of your yearning, and also the key to ending it,”  she said, and clasping his hand, she raised it to her left breast, placed his palm on its side, and gently pressed on the back of his hand, so that he could appreciate the soft, very real-feeling flesh (though Danny had no experience to compare it to), and with her other hand, she reached around and pressed against the small of his back so that they came together. Never before had he had a woman’s naked body pressed against his, and his most prominent part plunged forward, searching, deliciously feeling, and his heart could barely take it, and it jumped painfully when behind him came the words: “Holy crap!”

Like two normal lovers interrupted, Danny looked over his shoulder and the naked woman smiled, still keeping him in her embrace.

“Dude, they came!” Julio announced with joy, and beside him, Eddie looked amazed. Todd, standing in front very much like their leader, seemed impressed.

Moving away from Danny, the woman kept one of his hands in hers and stepped forward to present herself to the other men. She looked back, down the length of her arm at Danny, smiled, and said: "Well if you want to work on your confidence…"

He didn’t know what she meant. His friends parted for them as they walked through the group, like some married couple. Was she about to have him make love to her in front of his friends? That was not something he relished doing, but she led him along, back through the brush until they came to their impromptu campsite, and Todd and the others quickly followed behind.

“Man, I need to get my camera out of my pants,” Danny heard Julio saying, and he felt barely connected to the present situation, floating, practically, by the guidance of the friendly naked woman next to him, and adding to the dream-like quality to everything, two more women were standing in the center of the camp, and they were naked, too.

“Whoa!”

The fire had not been made yet, but the moonlight came down on their bare, lean bodies. Long, dark hair flowed over their bare shoulders. One was taller than the other, and quite lean, with a small chest, while the other, shorter, had eye-catchingly large and long-shaped breasts, bright pink on her nipples, matching the bright pink of her lips, which were not smiling, but pursed in curiosity, as she and her friend's wandering eyes traveled. Between them sat Julio's boxy device he had lugged in, humming quite loudly. Then the two women looked at the approaching group and smiled.

"Heheh, one for each of us," Eddie said in his nasty, phlegm-laced voice, counted again, then added: "Almost." Julio had pushed past everybody to stand in excited awe and made to go take one of the women's hands, but the woman by Danny's side let go of him and stepped past Julio.

“What is this?” she asked aloud, stepping up to the metal-grey box. As she got near, her body shined, not just from the moonlight, but as if illuminated from another source. “I see,” she then said, and turned around, and she was the most captivating sight, backlit by a white light that came from nowhere, absolutely looking like a true, literal naked angel standing before them, with her side angels at her flanks. She stuck out her hand.

“Let me take you,” she said, looking straight at Danny. “But bring a friend. You’ll experience something more grand than you ever will here, and yes, I think your confidence will come.”

Danny stumbled forward, approaching the naked angel and her cohorts, who briefly, in his mind, seemed more like Pinhead and his Cenobites, from those kinky horror movies.

“Danny,” Todd’s voice came behind him, urging him to stay, but Danny was drawn in as if by a tractor beam, drawn in by the erotic visage he was not used to seeing in person, drawn in by the promise of what was to come, and locked in for good when the woman’s warm grip fastened onto his, and she pulled him into her. Then all of a sudden, all was blinding white. He could still feel her body heat against his (did she really possess a body as he understood normal people to have?) and he could even smell her hair in his face, and it smelled like any normal Earth girl’s hair.

His eyes adjusted and all was white. The woman stood before him, bathed in light, He had to squint to fully see, but this was apparently a world where the senses were overwhelmed. The naked woman took his hand and led him forward and he blindly followed, only urged along by her naked butt in front of him, as if seen through a film or haze, shifting and moving sensuously as she pulled him along. She didn’t even have to hold his hand; he would have followed her no matter what, as if being pulled by an invisible string.

All he saw was brightness overload. He saw impressions of other women, other naked angels striding through the bright. He heard the faint sound of wind—or was it a waterfall? He could smell the fresh, bursting scent of flowers. But all was blinding white.

He felt other hands come out of the blinding light to touch him. Warm palms glided on his sides, his back, his butt. A thousand little electric sensations sparked all over his skin, as Danny was not used to being touched, and in front of him, bobbing to full attention, his cock thrust forward and begged to be touched as well. He was bursting with anticipation and desire, and despite the dream-like quality to everything, he could still feel himself breathing heavily, hungrily, like an animal. His sense of awareness soon faded. He had no vision of the future and a faint recollection of the past, and only existed as a flood of sensations of the now: the presence in front of him letting go of his hand and turning to face him, faint impressions of her smile and her bright breasts, the warmth of her pressed against him, the painful urgency of his cock prodding at her thighs. The absence of the ground even on his feet. The silky sensation of something on his back. Opening his eyes and finding a scene sensibly assembled: the awning of a fancy bed? The sensations underneath him were like sheets, sheets of some ethereal mattress on the top of a summit. He could see clouds and sky, and then the woman descending over him. They embraced. His face buried in her neck, then collarbone, and he prodded entry into her as easily as cutting warm butter, more easily than he ever thought possible, and then they were one, entwined. His sensations were only of her hot skin, the smoothness of her shoulders under his palms, the pressure of her hips bumping against his, the enveloping, smothering hold on his lesser self (his soul), and the swell that traveled through his whole body. The sensation that he was floating. Soon he existed only in bliss. He heard popping in his ears. He felt hot breath on his ear, the only recognizably Earthly sensation up until now, and that caused his eyes to open, and he saw a face looking down on them both.

It was Todd, faint, as if coming out of a fog, and his face wore an expression of what looked like amazement, at least that's what the young man (he forgot his own name; was it Danny? Donny?) was able to discern through the fog of his vision and the flood of his euphoria inside the naked angel. Todd approached, coming more into view, until he was kneeling behind the naked angel, waiting, looking hungrily, and the angel leaned back and Danny flattened against whatever it was that he was laying on and Todd's hands appeared in front of the woman, one cupping each breast, and Danny felt something sliding in with him that could be nothing other than his friend, joining the fray.

Their dicks slid together inside of the heavenly woman, and Danny was not able to complain. He was slave to the sensations. He was ready to burst, but he was pinned down by the weight of the woman and of his friend, as if that somehow kept him from releasing what had been pent up. Many minutes passed like that, or perhaps years. What was time? Everything happened at once: the past, the present, and the future. The young man at once recalled an awkward preteen moment, handling his warm cock in his hand for the first time without the barrier of his underwear or a wad of tissue, and the heat spreading on his lap as he exploded, and of the future, already set in stone, of his same tool plunged between the large, soft breasts of a woman he worked with, and the surprised expression on her face when he suddenly popped and painted her lips in strips of white. And the current situation existing before and after these events, of him now kneeling before the naked angel, as she had risen off of him, the memory of his friend's cock sliding against his in its exit, the throbbing plea for release, the angel looming above him, and the curved scepter of someone else's lust entering the frame, and the angel, not quite angelic, taking it into her mouth with tender care. The other man's head pulsed with brimming release when she took it out and pursed her lips on it, and the young man Danny rose to embrace his lover and was met with an up-close view of his friend as he'd never seen. In extreme close-up, he was inches from the woman's face and the bumpy texture of his friend's glans as it was let in the woman's lips and then pulled out with moisture lining it, and the woman's light grip grasped the sturdy thing and wagged it back and forth, and the young man was not repulsed, but brought himself closer to the woman to kiss her lips, even though they were just on his friend.

Their lips met; her mouth was surprisingly cool and dry, but she kissed with quiet passion, and then heat spread on his left cheek.

Only his eyes glanced over to see the cock jumping, launching spurts of ivory onto both his and the woman's face. He tensed and wanted to pull away, but soon embraced it, and then he and the woman pulled away from each other.

She was marked diagonally across her right cheek, and her eyes moved as if to regard it, then looked up at Todd’s proud, curved, spent weapon. His face was out of view; he was just an athletic, lean body and a hard cock. The naked angel raised her hand and closed it slowly around the cock until a pearl appeared at its tip, and she leaned in and sucked it clean. The lean body tensed.

When she brought the cock out of her mouth with a pop, she turned to Danny, leaving the cock wagging beside her. She moved forward on her knees until she was right against Danny, his friend out of sight, and her hands came up and rubbed vigorously into his left cheek. She rubbed his friend’s semen onto his face.

Danny shook his head and tried to pull away, but the angel shushed him, a soothing yet snake-like sound, and Danny smelled the bleach-like scent of his friend.

“This will ensure your passage back,” the angel said.

“W-what?”. The woman rubbed the thinning semen over his lips and he nearly spat.

“Are you not confident?” she asked. “Are you so insecure in your sexuality that a man’s seed on your lips repulses you?”

Words were something new in this world, and Danny had trouble gleaming their meaning, but his old self regained its memories and he said no.

“No, of course I don’t want his spunk on my face!”

“Take it,” she said, raising a slick finger and prodding it into his mouth, while at the same time raising his other hand so he could fondle her soft left breast. The sensations of bitterness and tenderness, taste and touch, mixed like the ingredients of a dish.  Danny willingly sucked on the woman’s finger even though it at first made him gag.

When she removed her finger, Danny coughed and said. “What do you mean, ensures my passage back?”

The woman smiled and brought her face close to his.

“I am born out of your lust, and with your lust sacrificed, I can appear fully in your world.”

He could feel her voice and her breath on his ears, though she was speaking directly to him, her lips inches from his. Her voice existed everywhere.

“And once you enter this realm, the sacrifice of your lust can do the same thing for you,” she said. “Make you appear back where your surroundings are more familiar.”

“Am I… is this Heaven?”

“You are in the same world you’ve always been in. The focus has just changed.”

“I don’t understand.” Panting, he leaned in to kiss her. But she leaned back.

“Can you ejaculate onto your friend?”

The suggestion was like the blow of a hammer.

“What?!!”

“His sacrifice will take you back. Will you let yours do the same for him?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Without your seed, your friend will be unable to appear in your world.”

Danny sat there on his knees, his palms on his thighs, a detectable bed underneath him now. The heavenly haze was fading and he was in fact in some white bedroom with an open view of a sunlit paradise, and kneeling before him was the naked angel, no longer an angel, but a femme fatale, no longer pale, but quite tanned, her hair perfect and untangled and with a hint of red, her breasts perfect and symmetrical and picturesque, and his friend stood behind her, arms behind his back, cock lowering to half-mast. Danny could not bring himself to look up at his face. Or he couldn't see it. That was the one dream-like quality to an otherwise very Earthly-feeling scene.

"Do you sacrifice for your friend, or to me?" the angel asked.

“I….”

Of course he wanted to help his friend. Todd, that was his name. He was the only person he looked up to. But to cum on him? They weren’t that close.

“I…”

Without him needing to say anything, the angel leaned forward so that she could crawl on all fours across the mattress towards him. His face (or his brainwaves) had said everything that needed to be said, and now she crept towards him like a cat. And over her back, Todd’s body stood, and was suddenly clasped by a half-dozen feminine hands that came from behind him. They pulled him, and he walked back, out of the bedroom and into the bright light, which filled the room again. There was no scream of protest, just a coveted body ensnared by disembodied arms like snakes. And then the heart-stopping face of the angel, smiling, her eyes paralyzing.

Danny fell back and she crawled on top of him. Her body slithered against him, and pulsing, he snaked his way inside of her. Pulsing more, they twisted on the bed, which disappeared again so that they were turning in a white void, and all Danny could feel was his lesser self pulsing, pulling, stabbing into endless bliss, and the coolness of the body against him, the breasts collapsing against his chest, his hand gliding down a smooth back and tracing the porcelain domes of his lover and he grasped, pulled them against him so he could thrust deep and have his crown at the gates of her womb before it erupted its ropes of tribute.

He pumped, each a painful charge that sent tremors through his body until he was laying slack again on the silky sheets of a bed with the woman leaning up, straddled on him, and his eyes hazed over. He could not tell if it was the light of the room or his eyes themselves.

The woman—not an angel, just a woman—pushed up on her knees and Danny exited her with a plop of his spent dick going on its side. It was sore from the inside. Then the woman slid up next to him and lay parallel, her palm massaging his chest like a normal lover. Danny could move his eyes down and see what looked like a grand ocean view outside the bedroom.

“So Todd is… lost?”

“Not entirely,” the angel said, running her palm along his thin chest hairs, the mess in his lap shiny, his cock still engorged but defeated. “If you stay here, you may find him. As long as you are here, he has a way back.”

“So semen… gives you power?”

The more he spoke, the more the light dimmed, so that it wasn’t clear if it was getting darker outside or if the entire scene was fading like a dream.

“In a way,” the angel said. “I was born here, in this void. I was born out of the energy of the lust of men. What their idealized image of desire was, I became, as did every other being here. When formed enough, I was able to enter your plane, but to return, I needed sacrifice.

“With enough sacrifice, me and my kind can freely travel between our home and yours, which we like to do often, for we like you. You gave birth to us, so it is only right that we look after you.”

Danny lay silent, wanting to ask questions, but everything was becoming too hazy—his surroundings and his brain—to raise his voice.

“We often visit people of your reality, not just to collect, but to console, to give guidance, to ensure your existence…”

“So you need us,” Danny finally said. The angel smiled and glided her hand down his abdomen until it got to his spent, slippery cock, which she leaned up into her grip just to play with.

“Yes.”

“And all you need to do is take it on your skin?”

“Yes.”

“And when it’s within?”

He didn’t know why he was speaking in rhymes, but the angel wasn’t confused, because she could read his mind.

“Then we give birth.”

Danny's eyes widened. He rolled over and looked his bedmate directly in the eye.

“What?!”

She laughed softly against his lips.

“It’s our mark to leave in your world,” she said. “They live among you now.”

The question entered his mind and sat there before he spat out the unbelievable.

“Am I going to be a father?”

“Yes.”

The realization rocked him. He’d never thought he’d be in this spot, never mind with a supernatural woman.

“You’re not ready,” the angel said. “You don’t have to be. Only if you want to be.”

“I should have came on you,” he said, envisioning the act.

“I would have appreciated that all the same,” the angel said. “Oh, it looks like your friends are about to sacrifice right now.”

*****

When Todd had ran into the shimmering light that quickly faded in the wake of Danny and the naked angel, one of the remaining pair followed him. Eddie and Julio watched as her enticing form, her violin ass, faded, and then the light vanished. And standing between them was the last remaining angel, looking from dick to dick, each of them slowly rising.

Five minutes later and she knelt between them as they accosted her with their cocks. They prodded into the soft flesh of her cheek and into the velvet embrace of her mouth, and neither of them was shy about their dicks making passing glances against each other as they traced every feature of the girl's delighted face. Eddie was panting; he was in a hot, impassioned Heaven and his wife was a faint, guilty memory. He wanted to make the moment last as much as he wanted to push to the ecstatic finish, and his desire for the latter quickened his hand, and he pulled his dick out of the eager mouth and pumped furiously, and in seconds launched thick ropes onto the waiting angel's skin.

Julio was quick to follow, and graced the angel's other cheek with his offering, and she leaned in to accept every last string, looking up with delight and smiling. Eddie stepped in to rub what was left of his ammunition on her cheek, and so their muse was decorated on each side of her face. Julio's cock was stabbing in and pushing against her skin as she reached her hand between the two to rub their gift on her face. Eddie had a moment of post-nut clarity, gazing at the mess he and Julio made and watching the eager woman accept his friend's cock all over her face, and then she stood between the two panting men, looked down at their spent dicks, and turned, walking away from them and passing just within reach of Julio's personally constructed box, wherein she disappeared in a flash of light.

“Wait!” Julio cried, and Eddie watched as he stepped forward to follow the angel and disappeared in a bright flash before his next step hit the ground. Then Eddie was alone, reeling in the wake of his orgasm and looking in disbelief at the space where his friend had just been.

“Julio?” he called, never having thought he’d be calling his friend’s name with his dripping half-erection in front of him, never having figured he’d experience fear and arousal at once. “Julio?!!”

*****

Danny awoke in a wet, marshy spot, laying naked in a puddle of lake water and weeds. He leaned up, and he was sore, both in his cock and the rest of his body. It was a deep, dark night, and crickets chirped all around, while other insects feasted on his skin. He was back where he had begun, and he recognized the tall line of weeds that surrounded the islet where he had met…

Beams of light were cutting through the darkness. Danny stood and followed them, and eventually was blinded by their light. He shielded his face and stood nude and shameless before a search party of normal, clothed men who did not react at all to his nudity. They came and helped him along. He walked naked between a pair of these men with another leading in front, until he recognized where they were heading: the spot where he and the others had set up camp. The cooler was still there, as was the black box that Julio had said he constructed and which he had brought along to help them meet…

Eddie was there, and he had a towel over his back and was embraced with another person. Danny recognized her as his wife. Eddie was crying and hugging her tightly as if he would never let her go. Then a blanket was thrown over Danny’s shoulders.

Eddie had called the police when he had been left alone. They arrived with a search party pretty swiftly and combed the lakeshore looking for Eddie's missing friends. Eddie withheld details about the manner in which his friends had disappeared, but did not spare the detail about the perpetrators being inexplicably nude women. They never found Julio or Todd, and the image of Todd's nude torso ensnared by womanly arms flashed in Danny's mind, but he said nothing. He went home that night with nobody to go to like Eddie had, but the image of the surly lecher clinging to his wife as if she was the only thing that mattered warmed Danny's heart a little bit and eased the hurt of realizing that Todd, his mentor, was lost because of his lack of action. It was a reality that was hard to process because it seemed like a dream, but the reality of it was right there before him. Todd was gone, no longer there to guide him or inspire him, though Danny imagined him roaming the realm of the naked angels, going on infinite conquests that dwarfed whatever he did back home. Danny almost smiled at the thought of Todd surrounded by heavenly women for eternity. It was fitting for him. Maybe one day he could go back in and get him out. All it took was allowing himself complete sexual freedom, an idea that was not so repellent to him now, and an idea that propelled him into having an actual life and eventually meeting somebody that he could hold as special as Eddie apparently held his wife. Maybe Julio would be able to help Todd out, as he was apparently trapped in that other realm. Whatever the case, Danny's confidence had been born. Doubt in himself was but a faint memory.

Before all that, Danny was asked if he wanted to join the search party that was going out the next day to continue looking for Todd and Julio. Strangely detached, Danny said no, and the group went out without him. He had heard later that night that they had found a body. It was Julio, and he was lying naked in the mud with a permanent erection sticking up and a stone smile on his face. They encountered somebody out at the shore as well, somebody who lined up with Eddie's reports. A naked young girl, peering at the men from the tall weeds, sprung up and ran, and quickly disappeared into the thicket. She was so small and lean, and her wild hair and dirt-smeared body made her look like a wild animal, only half human, and it confirmed to the searchers that there was some sort of pagan cult operating in these marshy shores, a hedonistic league of naked worshippers. But Danny knew the real answer, and he sat in the dark before his future laid out for him, realizing how lust had paved the way for it…

“So you see, General, we are dealing with something far beyond our mortal reach.”

“Yes,” the general agrees.  “I am aware of our situation.”

"I have made it my task to find out more about this phenomenon," the professor says. "And I think, with this last story, another puzzle piece is in place."

The general looks sternly at him.

“So then?”

“So then it is time for our journey to end,” the professor says. “Jane?”

His assistant rises from her monitor and Nako skips over and the trio assembles at the door.

“General, may God help you on the rest of this journey.”

“’Why, what journey? Everything is cool now, right?”

“No, I’m afraid it is not ‘cool.’ Look at your monitor. Now, at least, you are armed with knowledge about what is going on.”

And with that, the professor turns to the opening elevator doors and he steps inside, followed by the swaying, naked butts of Nako and of the professor's assistant named Jane. One youthful, springy butt, and one aged but not deteriorated butt. And then the elevator doors close and they are cut off from the main room.  

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[i]See those adventures in Naked Night!

[ii]These unbelievable series of events are chronicled in Night of the Naked Girls, Planet of the Naked Girls, and Land of the Naked Girls.

[iii]    Yes, this happened.

[iv]He is no doubt referring to the events that happened in Night of the Naked Girls and Land of the Naked Girls.

[v]This incredible event is recounted in Incident at the Water Park

[vi]The beginning of his journey can be read in Naked Angels.

[vii]That account can be read in They Might Be Naked Angels.

[viii]Read Snow Angels to find out more details about that saucey scene and more.