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TARA'S NUDE OFFER (Chapter 5-8)
CHAPTER 5
Before she pushed the door open, Tara decided to treat her nudity as special and normal. Maybe if she walked straight and didn't draw attention to herself, she could pull this off.
Tara turned the knob and the big door opened. She made small, tentative steps out of the office, hearing Nan on the phone. As she passed by she waved at the woman who waved back before stopping her phone conversation and shouting. "OH MY GOD, TARA, WHAT HAPPENED?"
Brought back to reality, Tara cringed. Her regal posture was gone and she was just the humiliated naked girl she really was.
"Um, I'm a religious nudist now," she said. "I-uh, I just declared it to Jim and Mr. Vanderkamp."
So, that's how you avoided being fired, the secretary thought. Typical slut, using her body to get an advantage. And to think she had felt sorry for the girl just a short while ago. Boy had she misread this one.
Nan picked up the phone, rudely ignoring the naked girl. "Yeah, sorry about that Midge, but this little tramp is walking around naked in the office," she said into the phone. She looked at Tara dismissively and waved her out of the office, showing disgust and disdain on her face. Redfaced and head bowe in shame, Tara left the waiting area and waded into the public hallway of the building.
Here the floors were tile and cold on her bare feet. Tara felt every inch of her nudity out here as the normal bustle of the workplace came to an abrupt halt. Men and women alike stopped and gawked, whispering. She heard some of the louder voices, wondering if she was really naked and if so why? Maybe it's a body suit or a dare or a lost bet. The scenarios flew through the room but she just walked on, arms at her side, mindful of the provision that compelled her to never cover her private (not-so-private?) areas. Their eyes felt like darts and she knew they were focusing on her breasts and pussy and butt. She desperately wanted to get to her cubicle. She desperately wanted to cry her eyes out, but knew she had to stay strong and not let on that this was less than her idea.
Finally she pushed the door of her little department and sat down in her cube, feeling the rough texture of her chair against her bare butt and thighs and back. It was so unusual to sit in furniture while naked. Tears started to flow…it was just too hard to hold back. She tried to compose herself when she heard Maryanne's door open.
"Tara, sweetheart, I had no idea this was coming," the older woman said, throwing her arms around the naked girl. "Jim just called me with the news. I wish you had been comfortable coming to me about this so I could have supported you. But I understand…sometimes it is hard to know who to trust with news."
Tara nodded, glad that this woman was answering her own questions. She was just happy for the hug and warmth. The nude girl felt the soft cotton of the woman's top against her bare breasts. She knew that Maryanne must have noticed how hard her nipples were in the drafty room.
"I guess the tears are from the overwhelming emotion right," Maryanne asked. Again the nude nodded, happy for the cover that Maryanne was offering. "Well, you just take all of the time you need. The work can wait a little while."
Tara broke off the hug and shook her head. "No Maryanne, I will not allow my work to suffer because of my, uh, religion."
The older woman smiled and looked at the nude with a proud smile. "You are so strong Tara, a real hero," she said. "Well, I will let you get back to work then. If you need anything, I will be in my office."
Tara tried to get to work on the pile of papers sitting by her desk but had trouble concentrating. Her nipples were aching, as was her asshole after the reaming it had received a few moments ago. She also felt her pussy full of cum and still tasted the combination of shit and cum that had covered Vanderkamp's cock. She was thirsty, wanting to get the taste out of her mouth. But, the water jug was in the common area where the other girls sat and she desperately wanted to avoid interacting with them. What could she do though, at some point she had to come into contact with them. Just not today, she thought.
So she worked, enjoying the blissful aloneness. Her thirst was still an issue though and after an hour she was desperate for a drink. Grabbing her mug she stood up and rapped on Maryanne's door.
"Yes?"
"Maryanne, I'll be back in a minute, just going to get a drink of water."
"Okay, hey, can you run to the mail room and grab a package waiting there for me?"
Tara froze. Go to the mailroom naked? There were only men there, men who were always gawking at the girls, making rude comments. That trip would be awful but she realized that it was a trip she made often.
"Um, okay, I'll take care of it."
"You're hesitating, what's wrong? You don't have a problem being naked do you? It is your religion right?"
Tara stood straight, responding to the first challenge of her "religion." Of course if she was truly committed to being a religious nudist, why would she care about being nude in the mailroom?
"No, no problem, I guess it's all a little much for a first day," she said, laughing it off. "You know, you think about it in theory but then when it happens, it's different than you imagine."
Maryanne's demeanor seemed to soften. Instead of doubting Tara, she now sympathized again. "Oh God yeah, I hear ya," she said. "Well, this is a good launching point. Have to do it sometime right?"
Tara nodded and closed the office door and then headed out into the hallway. It was much less crowded now but a group of men in business suits, here for a meeting, had congregated right at the door of the outer room where the water was. She had to pass them and felt one man's jacket graze her bare hip. "Oh God," she thought. "That felt so good. Clothes!"
She pushed open the door where the office girls sat. As soon as she did, all heads turned her way. These women were mostly older than her and some had been very friendly. But Tara had little to do with them, what with concentrating on work and school and trying to keep it all together. Of course the women saw it as her being uppity, a fact that was way far from the truth.
"Well, well well, not getting far enough with brains alone Tara sweetheart," said Norma, an older woman who looked and sounded as if she ate cigarettes for breakfast, lunch and dinner. "I always figured you for an exhibitionist, hiding behind those long skirts. Shame you had to slut yourself out to keep you job."
"That's not true," the wounded young nude said back. "It's my religion."
"Yeah, religion, funny how it just came about after being here for almost a year," said Stacey, a young and pretty woman who was the bitchiest person Tara had ever met. Stacey had been hired for a much higher position but hardly anyone could stand her. But when they went to fire her, she claimed sexual harassment and the administration had been too scared to get rid of her. So they paid her high salary while she did data entry all day.
"I heard that they were going to fire your scrawny ass until you decided to pull your religion crap," said Tonya, a pretty African American woman who had been Tara's closest friend of the group but now seemed to turn on her. "I thought more of you Tara. But you turned out to be like so many other girls, using your tits and pussy to get ahead."
Tears flowed out of Tara's eyes as the other women got meaner and meaner. She had to bend over to get the water and the women commented on the nice view of her slit they got. She expected this treatment by the men in the mailroom but was surprised at the venom from the other women.
"Why, why are you treating me like this," she cried out.
"Because sluts like you give women a bad name," Stacey said. "Not every woman will sleep her way to the top but those who will, like you, make us all look bad. Now get on back to your cubicle and be glad we don't do something more than make fun of you."
The nude girl padded out of the room, listening to the hoots and hollers of those awful women. She could hardly believe the awful things they said and could also not believe that she was more comfortable in the public hallway than the closed room with them.
She took a long drink from the mug, not aware of the erotic sight of a naked girl drinking. The men in business suits were still there, not believing their luck, and took in the gorgeous sight of a nude woman drinking. Quite a few were glad for the looseness of suit pants at that moment.
Glad to finally get that horrible taste out of her mouth, Tara hurried on her way, stopping only to drop her mug off at her desk. She figured she might need two hands to carry the package.
The nude girl took a deep breath and left the sanctity of her cubicle and went back into the hallway. She passed few people on the way to the mailroom but each one was mortifying. She saw their eyes open wide at first sight of her and then focus on her breasts, um tits, and pussy. She saw their eyes stay on her as they passed her and knew that they were taking long looks at her bare ass.
She went into the small, cramped mailroom and was assaulted by the eyes of four large and rude men. Wanting desperately to cover her parts, she remembered her place and thrust her chest out and pretended she was clothed.
"Well hello Tara," said Mike, the older of the four and head of the mailroom. "This is a very pleasant surprise and quite a treat for us peons here in the mailroom. Are you treating everyone in the building this well or just us lowly mailmen?"
"Hi Mike," she said, trying to stay calm. "Yes, I am treating everyone to my nudity. I am a religious nudist now."
"Christ, I'm glad it's you instead of that bitch Stacey," laughed Tim, one of the college kids who worked in the mailroom part-time. "She probably would shoot us for looking and her body can't be anywhere near as nice as yours."
The group laughed, even Tara. She was surprised that these guys made her feel more comfortable than the ladies. "Well I appreciate that Tim, thanks for the compliment."
"Let me tell you something Tara, between you and I," Mike said. "You are one of the class broads in this place, always have been. Most of those bitches don't say hello or know any of our names. In our book, you are alright."
Tara started to cry at the kindness being showed by these men. She had totally misjudged them.
"Now, that's not to say we don't enjoy the view, trust me we do," he said laughing. "But I am sure those women are being mean to you so if you need a place to come and hang out and get away from all of them, you come here. We'll take care of you and protect you. Plus, we have water here too."
Without thinking, the girl threw her arms out and hugged the man, pulling him close to her nakedness. She was so happy for his unexpected kindness that she didn't realize what she was doing. Then she felt his penis poking into her bare pubic region and pulled back.
"Oh God Mike, I'm so sorry. I didn't think what that would do to you, I was just so thankful," she said, her hand over her mouth in embarrassment.
"It's alright, though if you want to take care of that for me," he said.
"Don't ruin the moment Mike," she said smiling. "But maybe some other time."
He handed her the package and she left, yelling goodbye to the other three men. They all oglied her and then razzed Mike for his obvious hard on.
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