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CHAPTER 6
Tara was smiling as she made her way back to her office…at least until she ran into her first person in the hallway. Her smile left, replaced by the look of fear and despair. How could she make it through a whole year like this?
When she got back to her desk, her new cell phone was ringing. Tara rushed to grab it.
"Hello?"
"Well cunt, what took you so long? I am a very busy man."
"Sorry Sir, I was running an errand for Maryanne to the mailroom," she stammered.
Excellent, he thought, smiling. That must have been a humiliating walk for her.
"OK cunt, but you will have to be punished for not answering the phone promptly, even though you had an excuse," he said.
"No Sir, please don't forfeit the deal," she pleaded.
"Cunt, you are so stupid sometimes," he said. "The only rules that will discontinue our deal is you wearing clothes or covering your body. The other rules that you break will result in discipline."
She breathed a sign of relief. Until she heard his next words.
"For your punishment, you will shave those pubes," he said. "Too much covering anyway."
She shook her head no, mouthing the word but not able to speak it. "And you will keep it smooth every day, do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," she said meekly. She already trimmed her pubic hair but was not willing to shave it all. Now she would have no covering.
"Well cunt, have a great night tonight." CLICK. With that, he hung up, leaving her shaking. It seemed like every conversation with the man ended with her feeling this way.
Tara turned the phone off and placed it in her small purse, the only covering she would have for the next year. Maybe she should buy a bigger one, she thought laughingly, that way more would be covered. But she knew that would never be allowed. She dropped the package off for Maryanne and went back to work.
Interestingly, she was able to forget about her nudity for a while and actually do some work. But it soon became apparent that she had to do something about lunch. She hadn't brought anything with her, planning on eating at the lunch cart near her office. But now she dreaded going out. She couldn't ask the mean girls in the office to bring her something back, that was for sure. And Maryanne might get suspicious if she tried to duck leaving the office again. Skipping lunch was not an option as she hadn't eaten breakfast and her normal bagel break had been skipped as well for her meeting with Jim and Vanderkamp. Her stomach started rattling, a sure sign that she needed some nourishment.
She reached in her wallet and grabbed a five dollar bill. Again she rapped on the door to tell Maryanne that she was leaving for lunch.
"Oh Tara, would you be a dear and run to that bakery down the street for a bagel sandwich for me," she asked. Tara froze…how could she get out of this? Again she was stuck putting herself in an awkward and humiliating position.
"Well, I was just going to run to the food cart out front," she said. "I have so much work to do."
"And take a break, you've earned it," Maryanne said. "Besides, I bet a nudist like you would really enjoy a nice walk in the midday sunshine. Boy, sometimes I envy you, being able to feel the sun and the breeze on your skin, unburdened of the business suit like me. Christ, I'm even wearing stockings today!"
The woman waved a bill in the air, motioning for Tara to take it. "Please, can't I get you something from the food cart? It will be much faster."
"You can get something at the cart but I am dying for a turkey and cheese on an everything bagel with honey mustard," Maryanne said. "And that bakery makes the best sandwiches around."
Tara padded over to her boss and took the money. She then turned and walked out, grabbing only her ID card to get back into the building and the damn cell phone. For the third time today, she braced herself to enter the hallway. Finally she opened the door and went out into the public area. She felt the cold tile against her bare feet and the stares of random people as well. She cringed when she saw Stacey exit her office as well and the two exchanged a look. Tara got scared when Stacey smiled and started following her.
For the first time all day, Tara had to brave the world outside her office. She inhaled and was about to exit when she felt a hand between her legs. "Just getting you ready for your exit cunt," Stacey said, her two fingers lodged inside the naked girl. "Figured you'd want everyone to see what a whore you are."
With that, Stacey pushed the door open and walked out of the building, still fucking the nude girl with her fingers. To all of the world it looked like two friends walking next to each other, though one was nude. But in reality, Stacey was finger fucking Tara, causing the girl to soak up and her body to betray her. They got to the end of the walkway, where the street was when Stacey finally removed her fingers, wiping them on the girl's bare butt.
"Have a nice lunch cunt," she said sweetly, going to the right.
Tara's chest was heaving in lust after her brief encounter…nothing about it was sexy or a turnon yet Tara could not deny the feelings it had raised in her. She leaned against a pole, trying to get her bearings. Please God, let me get through this.
She stood up, tried to remember her mental exercise to act like this was natural, that nothing bothered her. She knew it was all false, that she felt every stare right to her soul, but she tried to pretend she was okay with her nudity in this public area and pushed her chest out and walked upright, not giving the smallest impression that she was humiliated.
She heard the gasps and the whistles right away. There were car horns honking and comments hurled at her, calling her a whore, slut, cunt, extolling the many wonderful things about her tits and pussy and ass. The hard concrete hurt her soft, bare feet and the sun, hot in the afternoon sky, beat down on her bare body. People were pointing and she saw women whispering, obviously noticing her wet, sexed pussy. Oh God, she wanted to curl up into a ball and die, or at least be swallowed up by the ground and allowed to live in an underground world.
Finally she got to the bakery and opened the door. The kind woman who ran the store turned cold.
"No, no way, I won't have this in my store, get out of here girl, I won't play around with sex players," the woman said.
"Please you don't understand, I'm not a whore, I'm a religious nudist from the college," Tara said, tears welling in her eyes. "Please, I just want to buy lunch, not cause trouble."
The woman's stance changed immediately. Maybe this wasn't some prank after all, but laws are laws. "Fine, but you see that sign, no shoes, no shirt, no service. No bare feet either. Tell me what you want and wait for it out on the sidewalk. I can't lose my license over this."
"Oh thank you for being kind, but may I wait somewhere else," she said. "There are so many people out there."
"It shouldn't matter to a nudist, should it? I would think that your religion means you would stand naked in Shea Stadium right?"
Tara nodded and gave the woman her order. She handed her the money and went out to wait on the sidewalk. Her nude walk had drawn quite an audience and now several men were getting closer physically. Tara's whole body shook in fear as a man in tattered clothes approached her and looked ready to grope her. She heard the bakery door open and someone pull her inside. "Scatter boys, before I call the cops," the woman said.
The nude girl sat on the floor and began to sob. "Oh God, this is terrible, I can't do it," she wailed. The friendly server knelt next to her and put her arm around her.
"Now, now, if you truly believe this is God's calling, there will be hardships," the woman said. "Be strong girl and God will provide. Now, wait in here while I rustle up your lunch. Try not to be obvious. I really could get in trouble for letting you in here."
The naked girl moved into the corner of the store, behind a display, and sat there, happy to be away from prying eyes. After all, she was ordered to hide there, could hardly be punished for that. Finally the woman returned to her with a bag.
"Here you go sweetheart, come back again soon," she said. "By the way, what is your name?"
"I'm Tara, Tara Smith," the nude girl said, happy for some compassion and friendship.
"Good to meet you Tara, Steph Stevens. Come by any time, really. I'll take care of you."
The two bid each other farewell and Tara left to head into the onslaught. This time she was unlucky enough to come across a police officer.
"Maam, may I ask you what the hell is going on here," the man asked, his eyes poring into her bare tits. "We got a call that you were causing a disturbance. What are you doing out here like that?"
"Officer, please, I am a religious nudist from the University," she said frantic. "Please believe me. I am not causing any trouble, I just believe in the freedom to be nude." LIE, LIE, LIE, she thought.
"Well, maybe I'll give that college a call," he said. "But for the meantime, you have to be subdued." With that, he took his handcuffs from his belt, turned the naked girl around and had her hands bound behind her in seconds. The lunch bag fell to the ground.
"Just stand here and wait while I call the University. What is your name?"
Through her sobs of fear and humiliation, she stammered out her name and Maryanne's phone number. The cop went into his car to make the call, leaving her naked and exposed on the sidewalk. Within a few seconds he had verified her story, but he was enjoying the few of her naked butt in his window and wanted to make her sweat for a while.
She stood there for 15 minutes while he went through his process in the car. Hundreds of pairs of eyes soaked her in while they walked, though no one touched her with a police officer nearby. She heard cars honking but couldn't turn around to see, unwilling to face the gawkers.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the cop approached her. "Well Miss, I guess you check out, though I still think this is a piece of shit way to get your jollies. I suppose the law is the law. Try to stay out of trouble." With that he removed the cuffs and she groaned as she worked feeling back into her wrists. He handed her the bag of the sandwiches and tipped his cap, "have a nice day."
Tara moved, almost running. Her breasts bobbed up and down, her body a naked blur as she ran to get inside. Finally she made it to the relative safety of the building. Maryanne, her friend and boss, was waiting worriedly by the front door. "Oh poor Tara, I was so worried about you," she said. "I guess that officer saved the day."
Not knowing what had happened, she said nothing, gratefully accepting her boss' hug as the two walked back to their office. The nude girl was aware of the stares from all around but just wanted to eat.
"Tara, be a dear and grab us both some water from the cooler," Maryanne said. "I'll set lunch up in my office."
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