Naked Women In Shorts

by Kara Bryn

  "Look around you," Pareia said, and, without knowing why, Helena did as she was told.

  How could it be, she thought, that she was standing topless in a nightclub, and not a single person was even looking at her? She massaged her breasts with her hands, enjoying the feeling of her nipples pressing into her palms, the soft flesh beneath yielding beneath her. The sensation was exquisite.

  "You're free," Pareia whispered, talking directly to the nymph spirit.

  Helena, no longer in any kind of control, felt her fingers slip into the waistband of her knickers. She wanted to stop herself, but more than that she wanted to continue. She pushed the delicate fabric downwards. She felt it slide over her skin and onto the floor to pool around her heels. She took a step backwards from her pile of clothes, her hands running uncontrollably over her naked body. She had never felt so aroused. She had never before even worn a short skirt in public, yet here she was naked in a crowded club. And still, although there were glances in her direction, no-one's gaze lingered.

  "What's happening to me?" she asked herself, but this time Pareia felt no need to reply. The spirit inside her, so long locked up, kept her hands moving, her arousal building all the time.

  "Sit back," Pareia told her, the nymph spirit now hearing the commands directly and no longer as suggestions from Helena's subconscious. Helena did as she was told and perched on the stool behind her.

  Her hands caressed her breasts, moved down across her stomach, along the tops of her thighs and then, slowly, inwards and upwards, now between her legs, until her finger touched her clitoris. She almost let out a yelp, but that would surely break the spell surrounding her.

  Her eyes closed as she massaged herself, one hand between her legs, the other on first one breast and then the other. She was a being of pure sexual energy, full of a power that needed to find an outlet.

  Faster she stroked and Pareia watched her writhe on the stool, her lithe body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as the lights of the nightclub danced over her. Her breathing became faster, faster, until each breath was little more than a gasp, until a wave of pleasure erupted from between her legs. Heads around her turned, but then dismissed what they couldn't possibly have seen as Pareia kept their minds from believing what was happening in their midst.

  Helena's body shuddered on the stool as a second climax came and then, with a low moan and a long exhalation, her hands slowed their movement and her head fell forwards. Her breathing recovered and then she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Pareia, now able to see the elder nymph plainly in front of her. She was aware of her nakedness, but she no longer cared about it. There were too many questions to bother about something so trivial.

  "What now?" she asked Pareia as, for the first time in her life, she began to understand who and what she was. Her mind was filling with questions about the future, but her past was beginning to make a lot more sense.

  "Follow me," Pareia replied, "I have a lot to teach you."

  Helena stood and followed Pareia. She walked naked through the unknowing crowd, out of the nightclub and into the street. Later that night the staff at the club would discover her clothes scattered in the corner of the room. They wouldn't even look for the owner: it was probably just another tourist who had taken a holiday romance too far. This was only the beginning of Helena's journey.

  The Boy Band

  "If we get caught, you're totally going to get it," Brandy said with a giggle.

  "Yeah, we'll both get it. Let's just not get caught," Sherine replied, also giggling.

  It had seemed like a good idea at the time. The hottest boy band was coming town and two of their best friends, part-time models Teri and Nicole, were supposed to be working as waitresses at the party. But their friends couldn't care less about the band, whereas Brandy and Sherine were fanatic fans. Never mind that their two friends had been assigned the job by their modelling agency, and Brandy and Sherine didn't know the first thing about modelling; they were sure they could pull off a bit of waitressing for a few hours, and spend a bit of time with their idols while they did it.

  "Are you sure you're up to this?" Nicole had asked them. The two models were in their twenties, but Brandy and Sherine were only just nineteen. They had nodded enthusiastically by way of reply.

  "Only, they haven't told us much about it," Teri continued, "But apparently there are some pretty skimpy outfits, possibly even…" Nicole gave her a stern look that stopped her mid-sentence.

  Sherine and Brandy had giggled. This all sounded very grown-up and they couldn't wait to try their hand at being models for the night.

  "We can totally pass for models," Sherine replied to Brandy. That wasn't far from the truth, if only they acted just a bit more mature. "And Nicole and Teri didn't want to work the night, so why should we let it go to waste?"

  The mutual encouragement faded as quickly as it came and they sat looking around the small room they had been told to wait in, butterflies churning in their stomachs. Just then, the only door into the room opened and an elegantly dressed woman in her thirties appeared.

  "You must be Nicole and Teri!" she said. The two young girls nodded. "So who's who?"

  "I'm Teri," they both said in unison, and realised they hadn't thought this plan through at all.

  "I mean, she's Teri," said Brandy, "We're always filling in each other's sentences." She tried to add a laugh.

  "Okaaayyy…." said the older woman, the doubt clear in her voice, "I'm Natasha. I work as the boys' image consultant. The agency's told you what's involved?" The girls nodded, not really sure what was involved, but sure they could pick it up. "Good. Well, I'll go and get your outfits. We're in a bit of a rush so you can get undressed here. You won't be disturbed and I'll only be a minute."

  She smiled and left the room, the sound of stiletto heels receding along the wooden floor of the corridor.

  "I wonder what these costumes are," Brandy said.

  "I dunno. Nicole said 'skimpy', so maybe like short skirts or something?" Sherine replied.

  "These shoes they gave us are gorgeous too." Brandy looked down at her feet as she spoke. They both wore delicate, strappy heels, soft cream in colour but with sparkling buckles and straps. "Your feet look totally amazing," she told Sherine.

  "Yours too," grinned her friend, and then they both giggled nervously.

  Slowly and unsure of herself, Sherine started to unbutton her blouse. It felt odd, getting undressed in front of her friend, but once she had undone the first button she saw that Brandy was following her lead.

  The two girls talked excitedly about how great it will be to hang out with their idols, how lucky they were to be there, and generally tried to mask their embarrassment about stripping out of their blouses and skirts in front of each other.

  The warning about skimpy outfits had been heeded and both had worn their best sets of white lace underwear. They folded their outer clothes into a pile on the arm of a sofa and sat down, both bent forward and feeling more nervous than ever. Neither of them could think of anything to say.

  Another minute passed before the door opened again and Natasha re-entered carrying something no larger than a shoebox. Sherine wondered what kind of a skimpy outfit would fit even in there. She looked at the pair sitting on the sofa and rolled her eyes.

  "C'mon, chop chop! I told you we were running late."

  Brandy and Sherine looked at each other. "But we're…" Sherine started to say, looking down at her underwear and her bare legs.

  "Oh, no you're not! Off with the rest of it." Sherine's mouth went dry and Brandy opened hers to speak before she was cut off by Nathasha. "Now, girls!" she said with sudden forcefulness.

  The two young women jumped up and reached behind their backs to unfasten their bras as Natasha put the shoebox down on the table. Looking nervously at each other, in unison they slid their knickers down their legs, off their feet and dropped them onto the small pile of clothes. They stood with their arms crossed over their chests and started to think th
at maybe they'd gotten themselves in deeper than they'd planned.

  Natasha turned around with a small bundle of white fabric and gave one to each of the girls. "Okay, put these on," she told them.

  They unfurled the bundle to discover they were each holding a pair of long, white gloves that would cover them past the elbow. Brandy smiled at Sherine: maybe this outfit wasn't that skimpy after all.

  The girls put the long gloves on and both felt incredibly self-conscious and even more naked than they had before.

  "Okay, Teri…," Natasha said to Brandy. "No, you're Teri." She turned to Sherine. "Turn around and I'll put this on."

  Sherine turned around and Brandy watched as Natasha put an elasticated bow tie around her friend's neck and fastened it just behind the fake knot.

  Next, Natasha took out an Alice band with bunny rabbit ears attached and slid it onto Sherine's head. Brandy grinned at the sight of her standing there comically in long gloves, bow tie, and rabbit ears and nothing else.

  "You look like a bunny girl who's forgotten her outfit," she said, still giggling.

  "Shut up, you," Sherine told her.

  "That's the idea!" Natasha said. "Now, Nicole," she continued, turning to Brandy and putting a similar bow tie and bunny ears on her. Meanwhile, Sherine was trying to peer into the shoebox to see what was coming out next.

  Natasha took a step back, looked at the two girls and smirked. They giggled in response.

  "What next?" Sherine asked out of embarrassment. She felt rather silly, standing there nude except for a bit of fancy dress, but at least Brandy was just the same.

  "Now the party can start!" Natasha said and clapped her hands together triumphantly. "Follow me, girls!" She turned around and reached for the door handle.

  "But… what about the rest of our outfits?" Sherine asked with one hand on Natasha's arm.

  Natasha turned around with a frown on her face. "You said the agency had told you what was involved?"

  Sherine and Brandy looked at each other: this looked like trouble. "Erm… they did… but…"

  "It's no use getting cold feet now, dammit," Natasha said with genuine anger. "You've got a job to do and if you want to work again you better make sure you do it."

  Simultaneously, Sherine and Brandy tried to think of a way out. Their only way out was to admit everything. It would get Nicole and Teri in a lot of trouble, and probably wreck their careers. They both knew they couldn't do that. Natasha turned again, opened the door and held it for them.

  "C'mon!" she said, "End of the corridor and turn left. One of you does drinks, the other canapés."

  Sherine and Brandy looked at each other, each with an expression of "what have you gotten me into?" It was Brandy who took the first, tentative step towards the doorway. With her arms crossed over her breasts she teetered along the corridor with Sherine behind her.

  "Hurry, hurry!" Natahsa said and Sherine felt a hand on her bare buttock that propelled her forwards.

  At the end of the corridor Brandy turned left and saw, a few feet away, a waiter who, unlike her, was fully dressed. He looked at her, down at her body and back up again, and smiled.

  "Aaaah, the waitresses," he said. He picked up a tray of champagne glasses and held it out for Brandy to take. "I'll enjoy working with you this evening, ladies," he said.

  Brandy stood there, her gloved hands clutching the tray of drinks. She couldn't even cover herself with her hands. This was her worst nightmare.

  Sherine was given a tray with a few dozen small canapés on.

  "Now, remember to smile, girls," Natasha said as she wrapped a hand around each of their waists and pushed them towards a set of double doors which the waiter was now holding open for them.

  The two girls stepped through the doors into a large, wood-panelled room containing around forty to fifty people. Sherine felt her legs shaking with fear, fear which grew as heads turned towards them, looked them up and down and smiled.

  "Go! Do your job!" the waiter commanded from beside them. Brandy felt a hand in the small of her back that pushed her into the room. "And smile!" the waiter hissed loudly after them.

  With fake smiles fixed on their faces, the two young, naked women walked into the crowd.

  "I'm going to kill Teri and Nicole next time I see them," Brandy said to Sherine out of the side of her mouth.

  "Yeah. They totally knew what was going to happen and didn't say anything. No wonder they didn't want to do it!"

  As they walked slowly around the room the guests took glasses and canapés from them. Everyone was wearing designer outfits, either smart casual or sophisticated evening wear, and it was obvious there was a lot of money in the room.

  "Do you reckon rich peoples parties are always like this, Brandy?" Sherine asked her friend. "Maybe they all have naked waitresses and we've never found out about it before?"

  Brandy laughed, which made Sherine laugh in relief as well. "Yeah, well, keep wiggling that bum and maybe we'll be invited to a few more of them."

  The man they assumed must be the head waiter appeared before them.

  "Hey, girls! Less talking and more work. There's another tray of canapés outside and Carlo over there will give you more champagne glasses."

  The girls were forced to split up and, suddenly, after a moment of laughter, they felt exposed and alone again.

  "This must be a dream," Brandy told herself. "Being made to serve drinks naked. It must be a dream."

  Sherine likewise couldn't believe she was really doing this. "Hey, nice tits," said a middle aged man trying to dress like a young one. He took a canapé off of her tray, glanced up at her ears, and then leant around to look at her bare backside. "I was just wondering if you had a tail as well," he said with a seedy grin.

  Sherine wanted to punch him but, thankfully, the tray of canapés restrained her instinct and she merely smiled back and started to walk away under the pretence of offering food to the other guests. At the far side of the room she came across Brandy again.

  "I've seen him! I've seen him!" Brandy said enthusiastically.

  "Who? Which one?" Sherine asked.

  "Damian. He's over there with his back to us." She pointed. Damian was Brandy's favourite from the band.

  "What about Russ?" Sherine asked her.

  Brandy shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe he's… Oh, there! There! He's just come in!"

  Sherine span on her heels, almost sending the canapés flying off the tray as she did.

  There he was: her idol, Russ, all five foot eight of him, looking as fresh-faced and confident as young man who has the world at his feet can.

  "Okay, I'm going over," Sherine whispered to her friend.

  But try as she might she couldn’t get near Russ; he was always surrounded by other guests, or she was given orders to collect another tray of canapés. Likewise, although Brandy had seen Damian from across the room, getting close to him was proving more difficult. The girls met again at the other side of the room.

  "I thought we'd at least meet them!" Brandy said in frustration, "I mean, I might even have walked around naked for that. But this is rubbish!"

  "Yeah. We've got to meet them before the evening's done. Maybe Natasha would do us a favour. She's over there."

  The two girls teetered over to where Natasha was talking to a couple of guests. As she saw the girls approaching she turned to them.

  "Something wrong?" she asked them sternly.

  Sherine looked at Brandy, prompting her to be the one who had to speak.

  "Nothing's wrong, but we just wondered if…" Suddenly Brandy became animated. "We'd just really love to meet Damian and Russ. I mean, we're massive fans, and it would just be amaz-"

  Natasha put her hand up. "Okay, okay, girls. Just keep working and I'll see what I can do. I have an idea…" She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. Sherine and Brandy both clapped their hands together and bounced excitedly on the spot. "But no promises, okay?" Natasha added. The girls nodded. Natasha seemed like someone who did what she said and tha
t was good enough for them. "Now" Back to work. Vamoosh!" She waved them away.

  For the next twenty minutes Brandy and Sherine acted as if they were genuinely enjoying their stint of naked waitressing. They were soon going to meet the hottest boys in town, if not the world! And who knows, maybe the boys would like what they saw?

  The girls noticed that guest numbers were starting to thin. On the one hand, they felt more exposed as the room emptied, but on the other at least it meant their work was nearing an end. Some time later Natasha rounded them up by the main doors.

  "Okay, I've spoken to the boys," she said. The eyes of the two young women lit up. "And they're having a bit of an after-party. Just a private thing, but they've said you can come with them for a while."

  Brandy and Sherine nearly burst with excitement. "Oh, thank you, thank you!"

  "Okay. Stay here a minute," Natasha instructed.

  The girls looked at each other, their eyes dancing. "I can't believe it! A private after-party! Oh my god, this is so amazing!"

  Natasha returned from across the room. "Okay," she said, "Which one of you wants to travel with Damian and which one with Russ?"

  "Damian," said Brandy instantly.

  "Russ," said Sherine at the same time.

  Natasha smiled. "I'm glad that was easily sorted. Okay, come with me."

  The girls looked at each other again, their mouths open in excitement. They turned and followed Natasha with small, rapid steps in their tall stilettos.

  Natasha led them down a corridor and then opened a door in front of them.

  "But… you want me to go outside… like this?" Brandy said, looking down at her naked body.

  Natasha rolled her eyes. "Look, it's a private party and now's no time to get shy. Are you coming or not?"

  Sherine looked at Brandy. She really didn't want to go, but if she didn't then the whole evening of humiliation would have been for nothing. Quickly, Sherine turned and walked through the exit. Brandy followed instinctively.