Born Naked Pt. 04: Employment

Chapter 14

Emi laid in bed with Kamran on top of her kissing her passionately. He caressed his lips down the side of her neck until finding his favorite part of her throat; meanwhile, she reached out through Yasmin's silky, black hair to pull her in so their tongues could dance and lips smack. When the two siblings slowed their assault on Emi, she looked up to see that Kamran had a hand out massaging Yasmin's ample, caramel breast. With her roommate and best friend lying in her bed next to her, Emi's boyfriend was teasing his sister's milk chocolate areolas before sliding himself out of Emi's narrow canal and Yasmin rolled on top of her. After biting a creamy nipple, the Persian temptress licked down the sharp slit in her abs and over her mound. Kamran was pounding that thick, glossy ass, sticking high up in the air, as the beauty's nimble tongue and sultry lips frolicked with Emi's clit, rocketing her towards an orgasm. In the bleak dorm, she enjoyed the sight of the green streaks over a sea of raven hair stacked in front of Mickey Mouse ears that Kamran pummeled, while grinning that infectious smile with teeth too brilliant.

Hearing the all too familiar yet annoying tune, Emi's eyes popped open and her heart was pounding out of her chest. She dove for her phone to shut the damn thing off before face-planting back onto the bed. Finding herself sweaty and horny, she slid a hand in between her legs. Fingers rubbing that moist, swollen bit of flesh with a hidden button, waiting to be detonated... needing to explode. She screamed into her pillow, finishing but frustrated. Why do I have these dreams? Why am I so horny ALL THE TIME? Huffing, she flopped over on her back and smashed her eyelids shut.

For the first time, she considered if she should have refused herself that climax. Like Pavlov's dog, is she conditioning herself to having more of these yearnings? Even more frustrated with herself and feeling the pressure on the walls of her bladder, she got up and tried to round the corner of her bed as to quickly make her way towards the door. Instead, she bounced her thigh into the footboard. Grunting, she tried rubbing the pain out of her leg as she walked to the bathroom. Before reaching her destination however, she heard her dad call. Letting go of the door handle to peek around the corner into his office, he beckoned her closer while seated in his chair.

"Morning Sweetie. C'mere."

With his eyes gazing up at her, she stepped closer to take his outstretched hand and stood in front of her father without a stitch of modesty. Putting away what he was going to talk to her about he asked, "Are you okay? You look a little flushed." Eyeing her down and back up again, she didn't know how inflamed her lobster claw still was.

"Yeah of course." She lied. "What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you about how you're planning to get to work tomorrow."

(Sigh) "I don't know."

"I know this is something you've been stressing about..."

"I'm sorry." She interrupted. "I've almost got the money saved up to buy something; I thought I'd have it with graduation gifts, but..." She trailed off.

"It's okay." He said while standing up and crunching her hair with an arm around her neck. Leading her around the half-wall of his office and down the stairs, he continued, "We'll figure something out. We always do, right?"

Knowing he's right, thoughts itched at the back of her mind about how strange this felt, making her question if she was still dreaming. This brought back her dream with Kamran and Yasmin, and she started to get horny and frustrated all over again.

She was only half listening when he said something about after breakfast, but instead of turning toward the kitchen, he grabbed the handle of the front door and pulled. Curiously looking at the pen in her dad's hand, her heart skipped a beat when someone she didn't recognize called out to her. Emi's already full bladder screamed as her kidneys suddenly went into overdrive. Her pelvic floor muscles clamped on her sphincter only after a drop of urine dribbled down the inside of her leg. Suddenly, she was very thankful Yasmin taught her about Kegel exercises. The mostly bald, overweight man waddled up to her with a goofy grin in a pair of overalls and no shirt. For the second time, she wondered how erect her vulva still was. Feeling her dad release her and stepping to the side, the man walked up onto the porch with arms extended to give her a hug.

"It's been too damn long kid." He said in a raspy voice.

Awkwardly she patted the man's sweaty back while he pressed her face into the bib of his overalls, and with his other arm, he squeezed her tightly so his belly inadvertently pressed up against her bladder. Face smashed into the denim, she could only open one eye, and with the left strap of his overalls unfastened, she found herself staring at a large, hairy nipple. At that moment she was so thankful her face was on the right side of his chest. That was until he released her and she felt his sweat evaporating off of her cheek.

"You remember Larry, don't you Sweetie?"

The name brought back a memory of a man, in overalls, who was always very friendly. However, that man looked a lot younger and about fifty pounds thinner.

In a whisper, Emi asked, "Jellybeans?"

With a boisterous laugh, he boomed, "Ha Haw! That's right. Hey, it worked for Reagan, right."

Not getting the joke, she saw him reach into his pocket, pull out a few Jellybeans, and offered her some with a hand stained with motor oil. Emi couldn't help scrunching up her nose before telling him, "no thank you," in her shy voice. Not intending to be rude, she felt bad, but there was no way she was going to take unwrapped candy from this man's probably sweaty pocket. Even if I did know him as well as I'm supposed to.

"Wellp, maybe I've got something you'll like better."

Turning, he lifted his arm as to present the two door Jeep behind him. It was red inside and out with half-doors, black seats, and a soft top. Emi was in disbelief.

"You're giving me a Jeep?"

"No-no." He bellowed. "I love you darling, but not that much."

"But he's selling it for a great price."

Studying it a little closer, she announced, "It's a TJ."

"I know the gas mileage isn't great, but you can't ask for a more reliable used vehicle." The air was thick with silence as Emi scrutinized over the Jeep. Her dad looked at Larry in concern before continuing, "Yeah, I looked into getting you the Shortcut, but..."

"No, I love it." Running over to her dad, she hugged him and gave him a kiss. "This is perfect. I'd rather have the manual transmission anyways." Turning toward the half-stranger with admiration, she said, "Thank you so much," and with her hands on the top of his belly, she reached up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Just the cheek?" He teased.

Not wanting to touch him again, Emi smiled while offering her hands out in front of her for support. He received her delicate fingers as if he was going to kiss the back of her hands, and she rose up on her tiptoes and gently put her lips on his. Coming back down, her big green eyes looked up at him and she thanked him again.

"You're absolutely welcome. You're dad wanted it here by your graduation, but I couldn't get it ready in time."

"Well it's perfect." Emi once more turned back to her dad and asked, "Can I take it to Yasmin's?"

"It's yours. You can do whatever you want with it. All you need to do is sign the title."

Do to the urgency in her bladder, Emi had to fight her hand to steady it while signing her name on the paper atop of the hood. When she handed the title to her dad, he sarcastically told her,

"Don't worry, I'll do your chores."

"Thanks Daddy!"

Emi gave him a big grin and an air-kiss as she climbed into the driver's seat and peeled out of the dirt driveway. Vaguely hearing her dad call out a warning, she ignored the advice and drove to a point where she knew she was out of sight. She couldn't wait to pullover, get down, and squat off the side of the dirt road. Unclenching, she decimated the weeds below her like a firehose taking out a garden.

Feeling a hundred pounds lighter and exponentially freer, Emi enjoyed the strong movement of air around her as she drove down the dirt road, and she couldn't wait to get the top down to feel the sunlight as well. Before she was ready to stop her joyride, she already reached Yasmin's house. Pulling up to the front porch, cutting the engine, and climbing over the passenger's side and down, she walked straight through the front door.

"Yaz?"

"Kitchen."

She saw Kamran get up from the L-shaped couch wearing a pair of board shorts and a T-shirt, and before she stepped down into the great room, he met her with a kiss. Sitting at the table in her silk robe with a bowl of cereal, Yasmin waited until the two were finished before asking,

"What's up?"

"You have to check out my new ride!"

Holding Emi's hand, Kamran was of course on board, but Yasmin insisted she's not ready.

"Your hair and makeup are fine. Come on."

"Are you kidding me? I haven't done a thing with either."

"Please, you look like you're in a Folgers commercial."

"Hunny, you know I love you, but I can't seriously take advice from someone who's hair looks like that."

Emi tried to comb her fingers through her scattered hair as Yasmin finished and took her bowl to the sink.

"It looks like what my grandpa used to call 'broom grass.'"

Not usually offended by critiques on her appearance, Emi felt this one more personally some how.

Kamran tried to help, "It's what they used to make brooms out of in the 1800s. Think of a witch's broom."

"I know what 'broom grass' is." She lied. However she was sure she could have figured it out if she had been able to think about it for more than a second.

"Have you considered using conditioner, like ever?"

Knowing Yasmin was trying to get under her skin, Emi pressed forward. "It's not like I'm asking you to go into town with me." She grabbed Yasmin's hand and pulled the siblings to the door. With Kamran turning the handle with his free hand, Emi wasn't about to let either of them loose. For a moment, flashes of her dream came back to mind, but she powered through that too.

"Wow. How did you get this?" Kamran said as he easily walked past his girlfriend.

"Yeah, I thought you were gonna show us that crappy Pinto you were saving for."

"My dad has a friend." Emi explained before she crawled through the Jeep with her naked ass sticking up in the air. "Don't you just love it. Get in."

Kamran hopped in the passenger's seat as his maman came out to see what was happening. "Oh, is lovely truck."

"Thanks Maman." Emi said excitedly. "We're about to go for a drive. Do you want to come?"

"No no. You go."

"No way!" Yasmin protested.

"Oh c'mon. It'll be fun."

"No. I can't leave in my bathrobe." No sooner did she say this that her maman pushed her towards the Jeep.

"It'll be fine, I promise. No one will see us."

"Fine. But you're sitting in the back." She pointed to the rear seat while challenging her brother with her eyes.

Even though Yasmin was perfectly modest without her short robe, Emi thought it was strange that she would still tug at it while climbing into the passenger's seat as if she was naked underneath. While the Jeep pulled onto the dirt road and started to collect speed, Yasmin tirelessly fidgeted to get the silk to cover as much of her as she could, even with her seatbelt holding the robe in place. Meanwhile Emi saw Kamran rolling his eyes in the rearview mirror. Before long, they stopped at the 'T' intersection to turn onto the highway.

"Where to... DQ or the beach?"

"The beach!" Yasmin blurted. "Are you kidding me? Or better yet, just go back home."

Leaning forward Kamran teased, "We'll have dessert later."

Stretching out a hand to find his cheek, she guided his face to her lips. It must have been Yasmin's turn to roll her eyes, Emi thought, because if someone could silently scoff, she just did. Shrugging it off, Emi smiled and turned down the road. She hollered excitedly in the deadening wind to cover a laugh, which caused Yasmin to smile. Catching her friend's eye, Emi grinned brightly as she punched it into the next gear. Yasmin stop trying to hide her tank top and silk shorts long enough to play with the radio when something in Emi's rearview caught her eye.

"Shit, cherries."

Clearly mortified, Yasmin went back to fixing her robe, and Kamran helped Emi fasten her belt as discreetly as possible. "I told you this was a bad idea... but you had to take a drive."

Ignoring Yasmin, Emi figured, if she had just turned instead of making that DQ joke, she could be far enough ahead of this cop that she'd be fine. Meanwhile, Kamran was suggesting something about wearing his shirt. It's too late for that, Emi thought while letting his question hang in the air. As the three waited in silence for the cop to get out of his cruiser, she told herself she couldn't worry about that now. However, as she saw a middle aged man pull himself out of his squad car and waddle up to the Jeep, she could think of nothing else.

"Good morning. Nice day for a ride isn't it?"

Taken back by his friendliness, Emi nearly forgot to respond. "Ah, yeah. Good morning."

"I love mornings like this... when the temperature is still low and you can feel that breeze." He said while pulling up on his pants and then inhaling a big breath through his large nose. "So y'all look like you're headed to soak up some sun. Well, all except you." His eyes pointed down to Yasmin's cute, bunny slippers with pink noses, while she shrunk up and tried to hide herself under her robe.

Emi wondered why he thought Yasmin was the one who looked out of place. Was he used to seeing naked girls on this highway? "Yes sir." She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say, so she just kept talking. "Last day before starting work tomorrow. Just trying to make the most of it."

"Oh yeah? Where are you working?" He lifted what look like a clipboard to Emi and took out a pen.

"Ah, Evans & Accounting." She said with a slight quiver in her voice.

"Oh, Will. He's good people."

Great. Emi thought. I haven't even started there yet and I'm already tarnishing Mr. Will's name.

"Do you do risk analysis?"

"I believe so. They're a... We are a full-service accounting firm."

"Nice. Can I see your license and registration?"

"Yeah... Um... I don't have that." She said timidly. "I'm just test driving this, so no registration." She lied and hoped she would get by without too many more questions.

"Well you still have a license don't you?"

"Absolutely." She brightened. "Just not on me." She opened her arms to highlight her nakedness.

"Clearly."

"You saw that, ha?" She scrunched up her neck and shoulders.

"Kinda hard to miss."

"I'm sorry officer..."

"Its chief actually." He corrected while pointing to his name tag.

Stunned that this was the Chief of Police, she reached out to his chest in order to feel the gold plate engraved with "Chief Wiggum." It wasn't until he cleared his throat and looked at Yasmin and Kamran uncomfortably that Emi woke up from her trance and dropped her hand.

"I'm sorry Chief. Is there any way we can just forget about this?" She said with animated eyes.

"Doubtful." Clearing his throat again, he continued. "Well Emily, let's see..."

Indecent exposure

Speeding

Driving without a license

Driving without registration

Driving without proof of insurance

Not wearing a seatbelt." He said pointedly.

Dumbfounded, she froze, and Kamran leaned back further.

"Yeah, I caught that one too." He said while looking back at Kamran. "That's enough to get your license suspended, maybe even revoked. If I run your name, how many other violations am I going to find? Or am I gonna find anything outstanding? Like unpaid tickets?"

"N-no sir. This is my first time getting pulled over." She was still staring at him with wide eyes.

"Okay, I hope so."

The chief left to go back to his cruiser, and Emi tried to get her heart under control while her mind was racing. Meanwhile, Yasmin wasn't helping.

"You don't have any papers with you? How could you leave with absolutely nothing? I always thought it was stupid of you to drive without anything on, but this is idiotic. I understand you can't exactly wear a seatbelt while driving your dad's truck, but do you always drive it without a license?"

"I don't know."

"Hmm, and shall we talk about your 'slut' show? And in front of your boyfriend... my brother?"

"Hey..."

"Oh don't even try and deny it!" Yasmin stopped her. "'I don't have a THING on me.' 'We do FULL service.'"

"That's what it's called!"

"Oh please. And why the hell were you touching his chest?" Looking back at her brother, she asked, "Are you going to say something?"

"Yeah; sure." Looking at Emi's eyes in the mirror, he admitted, "I thought that was hot."

"Of course you would." Yasmin scoffed, and turning back to her friend, she asked with impatience, "And how the hell does he know your name?"

Kamran guest, "Small town?"

As a silence fell over the three of them, the chief started walking back to the Jeep.

"Okay, so I'm gonna send you home with a warning if you try to behave." He pointed a finger at her. "And from now on, keep your license and registration close by ya hear?"

"Yes Chief, of course. I promise."

"And someone else has to drive back... with a valid license."

Without being asked, Yasmin blurted out, "Don't look at me. These PJs ain't got no pockets." To illustrate her point, she flashed the chief. Emi could see that the cotton tank top was pulled tightly over Yasmin's voluminous breasts, but it wasn't thick enough to hide her Hershey Kisses. Slapping her robe shut, she huffed and turned her head to the side.

Kamran used a reluctant tone to say, "I've got them."

After the chief started back for his cruiser, Emi and Kamran traded places and Kamran turned the Jeep around. Driving away, Emi turned and sat with her legs underneath her in order to give the chief a wave.

"OMG. You are the BIGGEST flirt. Can we go home now?" Yasmin yelled over the noise of the Jeep.

"What? I am not!"

"Sure, okay. He just lets you go with only a warning, despite breaking like half the traffic laws in one go?"

Am I a flirt? With the sound of the wind and the road filling her ears, Emi thought she'd just been her version of charming, which in her mind was polite and maybe a little playful.

It's not like it's wrong to smile and make eye contact with people, is it? Or sometimes use a bit of humor to create a light-hearted atmosphere? I'm not like trying to attract anyone. I just like amusing 'em a little and maybe mysel... Oh my gosh I am a flirt!

Emi thought she should feel embarrassed, but she couldn't stop smiling.

Chapter 15

The next morning, Emi woke up all at once excited for her first day at work. She practically hopped out of bed, snatched her phone, and threw the curtains wide. Stretching even wider, she gazed at the distant moon in a twilight sky. Finishing on her tippy toes, she walked to the bathroom before starting her rounds.

While feeding the horses, she was getting nervous about the outfit Yasmin chose for her. Originally, Emi thought the alterations Yasmin was making were hot and risqué, but that's when she thought the only places she'd wear them would be in public spaces where she could run away if need be. She imagined it'd be similar to those "naked in public" videos shot over seas, where a woman walks down a street or goes into a night club bare naked. Here however, she was only worried about getting nasty looks and the occasional comment. Although, surprising her new boss with a revealing outfit on day one, would that be wise?

He offered you the job while you were half naked. Emi recalled Yasmin's argument.

But this is my dad's friend.

Yeah. Even more reason to believe you'll be okay. Emi's big eyes gave her a look that begged for more explanation. You ever hear of nepotism?

Emi was checking moisture levels in the soil to determine if any areas needed more water when she remembered Yasmin saying, Besides... I don't think he'd tell your dad if he doesn't have to.

Why not?

Because he's not gonna wanna ruin a good thing.

What do you mean?

You're eye candy, and he look like he had a sweet tooth.

That's ridiculous. He's known me since I was little.

Okay Hunny.

While walking back to the house with the warm, morning rays shining on her naked flesh, she was imagining how she could get out of the house without being seen. Stepping into the shower and having the water spray on her small chest, she reconsidered. What if her dad stopped by the office just to check up on her? As Emi started to work the shampoo into her long, tangled hair, she reminded herself that she was never one to hide things from him, and she wasn't about to start now. She knew whatever she did, she would have to do in front of her father.

Finishing up, she wrapped a towel around her head and walked back to her room. After looking at the dress Yasmin wanted her to wear, she thought about how she used to be able to spend long stretches of the summer without anything on and how that's probably over now.

Emi chickened out and grabbed the old favorite. It had three-quarter sleeves, a white collar, and it was covered in yellow flowers. Yasmin begged her to get rid of it, but she couldn't. Worn thin and faded, Emi's had this dress since she was fourteen because it was the only thing in her closet that's always felt comfortable. Taking the towel off her head, she slipped the dress on with just a bit of trouble pulling it down. The dress laid flat on her chest and stomach as it always had, but she had to pull at it to get it around her hips. Even when she got it all the way down, it just barely covered her fleshy rump.

Shit. She got to this one too.

Emi didn't know when, but that's the only explanation. She stood in front of the mirror and saw that it covered her pussy by only a few inches. Although if it wasn't pulled down tight in the back, anyone could make out the folds of her cheeks. Worse yet, she could clearly see a large bruise that had formed on her thigh. Emi thought it was probably high enough that any normal dress would cover it, or even a short skirt. However, it was on full display in this thing. Furiously, she dug through a drawer while thinking, Dammit Yaz. She pulled out a pair of sheer thigh highs, which covered the bruise; however, when Emi looked back in the mirror, she saw bare skin between the dress and the tops of the lace.

Not having any other options except a pair of her sloppy looking jeans, Emi steeled herself and knew she'd have to stay like this all day. A flash of a thought entered her mind that she should wear a pair of panties today, just to be safe. As soon as that thought came to her, it was replaced with the relief that she wouldn't have to make that decision since she hasn't owned underwear in over a decade.

After she finished getting ready, she came down stairs in a pair of three inch heels which Emi thought looked like cork. At the island, she bent down to pull out the skillet, making her dress ride up her ass. She pulled it down and began frying up the country ham. When she started preparing the potatoes, her dad came in from the back.

"Morning." Emi cheerfully greeted her dad without turning her head.

"Good morning Sweetie." Leaving his boots on the back porch, he walked to the big sink behind Emi to wash his hands. "Smells good."

When he finished drying his hands and replaced the towel, he turned around and stood to her left to watch his daughter cook. Hyper aware of her dad's presence behind her, she was worried about what he was going to say. Emi already knew he would see her eventually; however, she hoped that it wouldn't be until later. She hoped she'd have a little more time to get comfortable with the ultra short dress.

Moving the ham to a cutting board so she could fry the potatoes in the remaining grease, Emi desperately wanted to pull her dress down to cover more of her butt. Knowing the move would be fruitless however, she resisted. Compelled to break the silence, Emi asked,

"How's our Aphid infestation doing?"

"It's manageable."

Feeling the weight of his judgmental gaze on her backside, Emi was becoming increasingly more nervous. "Have you thought more about introducing ladybugs?"

In a matter-of-fact voice, he answered, "I don't think we're to that point yet."

Walking over to the cupboards on the wall to her right, she instinctively reached for the garlic powder, onion powder, and smoked paprika realizing too late what this would do to her dress. Despite drawing attention to her uncovered ass, she knew she'd have to run a quick hand across her backside to stretch out the dress as much as possible. Hoping for the best, she avoided looking at her father as she tried to effortlessly lengthen the material. Failing, she at least managed to lower the side of the dress closest to him.

The longer he stood there in silence, the more nervous she got. Was he upset at how far she's taken this? Will he demand she go upstairs and change? Is he just waiting for her to finish breakfast before he says something? She wished he'd say anything. Not able to take the awkwardness anymore, Emi turned to confront her father. When she saw him however, he wasn't paying attention to her at all. He was leaning back against the fridge scrolling through Instagram posts on his phone.

Not looking up, he asked, "What is it Sweetie?"

"Ah, um... Would you get some plates? I'm about to finish with a few eggs."

"Sure thing. One second."

Reintroducing the chopped ham into the skillet, Emi's dad walked behind his daughter to retrieve the plates, and when he sat them down next to her, he gave her barely covered butt cheek a squeeze.

"Haven't seen you wear that number in a while. Don't you think it's looking a little small?"

"I suppose so."

He turned to fill two glasses of orange juice and some coffees. "Maybe it's time to get some new dresses, now that you're going to be working a five day week."

Dishing up the plates and handing them to her dad, Emi knew, when he said "maybe," it wasn't a suggestion. So when the weight in her chest told her to just go along with him, she wanted to oblige. However, she surprised herself by not being prepared to give in so easily. Her dress road up again as she climbed into her stool and she sat down in a huff. With fork in hand, she crossed her legs and gathered up every clenched nerve to hesitantly tell him,

"I don't think so."

His eyes became serious as he stared her down.

"It's better than working in my birthday suit?" She tried to tease, but he was not amused. "You always say it's for my own safety, right? Well, I'll be in Mr. Will's office building... Probably behind a desk the whole day. It'll be safe; I promise."

"Yes. You will be in a professional office. That's not very professional like, is it young lady?"

"No sir."

Her father sighed and they ate in silence. Emi knew he had more to say on the matter, and she was confused why he didn't say it or do anything else.

Chapter 16

After breakfast, Emi cleaned up the dishes and quickly headed for her Jeep. Not leaving as early as she would've hoped, she stressed about being late for the whole drive into town. Two intersections before she could pull into the parking lot however, she was stopped at a red light when the car behind her rolled into her bumper. Feeling the bump, Emi's heart rate spiked and her mind was racing. After seeing the other driver step out of his car, the spinning wheel of options in her head settled on, "Call your boss to tell him you'll be late." Emi pressed the name in her contacts and stepped out onto the turn lane, currently unoccupied.

"Hi, I'm gonna be a little late. I got into an accident and..."

A man in his mid forties, wearing a nice looking suit, had been looking at the damage when he interrupted her. "It's fine. I don't see any..." Lifting his head, the business man saw Emi for the first time and froze with eyes opened wide.

"Yeah I'm fine. I think the driver wants to talk, but he's waiting for me to get off the phone." Pausing for a moment, she replied, "Okay, I will."

Emi lowered her phone to her chest and signaled to the man that he could continue.

"Right, okay." Stammering, the man tried to begin again. "Look, I don't think we need to invite the police. My car is the only one with any kind of damage."

He continued speaking but Emi's attention was directed back to the phone. She raised a finger to excuse herself, and putting the phone back to her ear, she continued. "Can you say that again?... But he's right." Emi was looking at where the two vehicles met with her back turned to the man. "My Jeep didn't get damaged at all... maybe a scratch."

"Oh, okay. I will." Without hanging up, Emi switched her phone over to the camera mode. "My boss said he's already calling the cops and I need to take some pictures." With her back turned towards the well dressed man, she bent over a little to snap a few shots, and when she turned to look at him, she saw that he was trying to get some photos as well. "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I in your way?" Emi didn't know how he was getting a good angle on the damaged car from where he was standing.

"Hmm? No, you're fine." All the urgency suddenly came back to his voice. "Listen, I really must be going."

"No-no-no." She pleaded with him. Holding up a finger, she listened. "What's that?" Emi said in her phone. "Okay... Oh right, of course. We should exchange information. One second." Relieved that her dad had already set her up with insurance and registration, Emi clambered up the Jeep and pulled the keys out of the ignition. She found the smallest one and reached across the center console to the opposite side of the car. Rocking on one hip, she stretched to insert the key and unlock the glove box. Once she retrieved her documents, she sat up and found the man stationary with his phone in his hand. Looking back to the box and then down to the space between the top of her thighs and to the stranger again, she finally caught on to what had him so preoccupied.

"It's just a pussy. Get over it." She said while giving him a patronizing smile. Sliding down to the pavement while intentionally letting her dress shimmy up so she was exposed up to her belly button, Emi's eyes stayed fix on the man's expression. "Your turn." She sang while adjusting her dress. Surprised, his face turned into fright. "To get your info."

As the man started for his door, she pointed past him at a cruiser that was just pulling up behind them with its lights flashing. Emi waved as the other driver looked up to see for himself.

"Chief!" She gleefully pronounced. "It's good to see you again."

"Twice in as many days. You said you weren't going to be any more trouble."

"I know; I'm sorry. But it wasn't my fault this time I swear."

"Well at least you're wearing clothes today. Kind of." He finished under his breath while looking at her exposed legs. The stranger kept turning his head, from one to the other and back again, looking like he was trying to figure out what was happening.

Seeing his confusion, Emi tried to make an introduction. "Chief, this is... I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name?" Before he could speak, Emi heard a sound come from the phone again.

"Well under the circumstances, apologizing is just being polite... Okay, okay. I'll stop."

Moving the phone back to her breast, she explained to her two onlookers, "Apparently, you're not supposed to say words like 'I'm sorry' or anything that could make it seem like you're at fault when you've been in a wreck... Ah, one sec... Okay, I'm s... I just won't say anything at all then!"

The two men were still watching as Emi looked back at them expectantly. Seeing that she truly wasn't going to speak again, the chief cleared his throat and turned towards the gentleman. "Well then..."

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Emi parked in the middle of the lot, turned her Jeep off, and sat there trying to calm her nerves. "C'mon Stone. Pull it together." She was still feeling the adrenaline from the accident and the fallout that came next. She was also worried how everyone would react to her dress. Mostly however, she was embarrassed for the way she talked to Mr. Will. Seeing him walking out one of the double glass doors, Emi got down from her Jeep and pulled on her dress as far as she could while standing behind the half door. She closed it and started walking, still not sure what she should say.

"Good morning Sweetcheeks. You've had a morning, haven't you?"

Stepping up onto the curb, she asked, "Can I apologize now?"

He bent down to greet her with a kiss, but instead of aiming for her cheek, he planted a peck on her lips. His kiss was heavy yet strangely enjoyable, and Emi wasn't sure had to take this. Continuing as if this was their normal greeting, he replied,

"First things first... You're sure you're okay?"

Touching her lips, she answered, "Yeah. It was just a love tap." Why did I describe it that way? "He cracked his headlight on my bumper, but that's all."

"Okay good." He led her through the doors into a room with a couch along one wall and a desk just to her left. "There is certainly a time and place for apologies, but sometimes you need to protect yourself or others, or even sometimes the things you want. You have a pleasing personality which is good for making people feel at ease, but you should try to develop an aggressive side if you want to get anywhere in life. For that, sometimes a tougher approach is needed."

Emi nodded in agreement.

"Now, here's your desk." Pointing down the wide corridor opposite the glass doors, he explained, "The restrooms are along here and keep going if you want a coffee or you want to make a tea or something. We'll do a proper orientation later, but first, you need to call your dad and tell him you're okay. He knows what happened, but I'm sure he'd like to hear your voice." Walking backwards, he added, "You're going to love it here."

She watched him turn and walk to another pair of glass doors opposite the coffee bar area. Looking around, Emi remembered visiting the empty office space sometime during the pandemic; however, she thought the reception looked different. The couch in front of her work area looked the same, but she thought there had been an 'L' shaped desk in the corner. Now she saw a glass table, about 5' X 3' if she had to guess. It was just off-centered of the double doors, and the leather chair was clearly visible behind it.

After Emi called her dad, she walked to her chair and familiarized herself with the desk. There was a keyboard in front of her and two monitors off to one side of the table, as to not obstruct her view of the doors. On the other side of the keyboard, she saw a phone with a screen and buttons all around it.

Sitting down on the cool leather, she turned on both monitors. On the one closest to her, she couldn't tell which version of macOS was running from the password screen, and on the second, there were several security feeds playing. One of the windows showed her sitting behind a glass table. She looked around for the source and spotted a camera in the corner. Looking back at the same window, she saw someone with light brown hair coming out of the doors where she last saw Mr. Will. She certainly didn't like seeing herself on the screen, but not being able to look around the corner, she did appreciate being able to see behind her. With the man approaching she stood, smoothed out her dress, and turned to face the spot where he was about to appear. When he came out from behind the wall, Emi's first impression was that he was taller than Kamran, although he hunches his shoulders.

"I was told to help you get set up."

Emi saw that he was a little nervous by the way he shifted a paper cup from one hand to the other and back to the first. She was about to say something, but the man continued before she was able to open her mouth.

"So it... it looks like you've already gotten started without me. Ah, let's start with the phone, yeah? Have you ever used a phone like this before?"

Emi wasn't quite sure how to read this guy. Definitely nerdy looking with his wire-rimmed glasses and his shaggy hair, he appeared to be in his mid thirties and kind of cute. She couldn't tell however, if he was impatient or just high-strung. Stepping back so they both could look at the phone, she shyly replied,

"No, I haven't."

Dismissively, he tried to play it down. "It's nothing, once you get the hang of it."

Setting his coffee down, he picked up the receiver and began.

"If someone calls, you pick it up, find out who they want to get ahold of, put 'em on hold, call their line to say who's calling and if they want to take the call, go back to the caller by pressing the flashing light... Well it will be flashing when the caller is there... Ask 'em to hold again, press the first soft key button... It doesn't say anything right now, but it will say 'tran'... Press the extension button again, and you're done. Of course if they don't want to take the call, press the hard transfer button and then the extension of course and that will send the caller to their voicemail. Clear, or do you need me to go over it again?"

Emi gave him a confused look.

"You should probably write this down."

She looked down at the table and saw Post-it notes by the phone. As he backed up to give her more room to write, she bent over in front of the monitors.

"Will you show me again?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah."

He tried to walk through it again but kept losing focus. Awkwardly, he also stayed back where he couldn't reach the phone. She huffed in frustration before the security window that she was looking at earlier caught her eye. Seeing the guy on the screen, who's name Emi still didn't know, she thought she understood what had his attention. With knees straight, she slowly sashayed her ass and watched as his head moved side to side in kind. Now irritated, she turned to confront him, but as she did, she accidentally smacked the coffee, spilling it over the keyboard.

"Shit! What the hell?"

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry." With all the venom evaporated from Emi's bite, she frantically tried picking up the keyboard so the coffee could drip out, but this only made a bigger mess on the desk and the floor.

Irritated, he tried, "No, no. Why don't you go get some paper towels from the bathroom."

Hopping off to do what she was told, Emi entered the first of the two restrooms, even though it was the men's room. Recalling Mr. Will's lesson, she knew she had to mentally slow herself down. Why am I the only one apologizing? This was as much his fault as it was mine. If he was doing his job instead of staring at my ass... Besides, it's his coffee. She gathered handfuls of paper towels while mocking herself, No please, let me jump just because you said so.

When she got back to the desk, Emi handed the paper towels over to the man knowing she wasn't going to clean up his mess. He gave her an incredulous look, and in response, she put on the sugariest, innocent expression in her arsenal. Clearly unamused, he grabbed the paper towels from her hand. She was proud of herself as she watched him clean up the desk, but when she skipped back to the bathroom for more, she thought she might be putting it on a little thick. So when she came back and saw him mopping up the floor, as a goodwill gesture, she kept her legs slightly separated knowing half of her slit was exposed.

"How's it going out here Michael?"

The two were surprised by Mr. Will's unexpected visit. However, having awkwardly put this man, whom she doesn't even know, on his knees before his boss, Emi knew she had to say something. "Slow. Unfortunately I just made a huge mess that Mr. Michael so graciously offered to clean up for me."

Standing up and throwing away the rest of the paper towels, Michael offered, "Well, if I hadn't left my coffee in such a peculiar place..."

"Great. I have to take off, but Michael's going to take you through your responsibilities, and I'll be back after lunch. Oh, ah... Did you bring anything to eat? You know what... I'll bring you back something. Just text me what you want."

"Okay, thanks." She said as she watched Mr. Will leave.

Emi couldn't help the feeling that she was just left in the lion's den, so she spoke up first. "Look, I obviously don't care about the occasional ogling..." Intentionally waiting until now to pull her dress down, she continued. "... but you're gonna have to learn how to stay on task."

"Shall we continue then?" He said while offering her the chair.

Chapter 17

By noon, Emi felt more settled in, having managed a few phone calls and even scheduled a client's appointment for later that week. She watched on the cameras as Michael came out of the offices with two other guys. Turning her chair to face the gentlemen with thighs together, yet exposed above her stockings, Emi greeted the men warmly.

"Hey."

Michael turned to the other two and explained, "Um, Peter, Samir this is the new girl."

"Emi is just fine." She stood and leaned forward to shake their hands before straightening back up and interlocking her fingers in front of her.

Peter asked, "So how's it going so far?" Not as tall as Michael but more fit looking, Peter had narrow eyes that are overshadowed by a kind smile.

"Really good. Everyone's been really sweet so far." She said while glancing at Michael.

In a thick accent, Samir nervously offered, "We are going to get something to eat, would you like something when we return?"

Noticing the well-shaped beard and balding head, Emi thought she could swim in his soulful eyes. "Ah, no thanks. Mr. Wil... um, Mr. Evans is getting me something from that Japanese place?"

"Oh, fancy. What are you getting?" Peter asked with a smile.

Cringing, she admitted, "I don't know. I didn't want him to go out of his way, so I wanted to get something from wherever he was going. But when I looked at the menu, I couldn't pronounce anything, and without any pictures, I just ordered a soup hoping I'd be safe."

"Brave girl."

"I donno about brave. Maybe just stupid."

"Well, we're going to Chotchkie's, so if you want we can get you something else." Michael suggested.

"Thank you. I should at least see what it looks like first."

As the three left, Peter said, "It's nice to meet you Emi. We'll see you in a bit."

It wasn't long, however, before Mr. Will arrived with a bag in his hand.

"Hello my sweet. I come bearing gifts."

"Beware of Greeks bearing gifts." Emi chuckled.

"Ooh, that hurts." He set down the bag on the glass table. "Alright, here is your Shirako soup. I ordered it with some sashimi because I wasn't sure if the soup would be enough."

"Okay, thanks."

"I haven't tried Shirako yet; you'll have to tell me how you enjoyed it."

"Sure, definitely."

After Mr. Will went back to the offices, Emi opened a Styrofoam box which had thin slices of what she thought looked liked sushi. This made her question what the difference was between the two. Next she took the lid off the bowl and wasn't excited about the greasy, creamy consistency of what she found. She was definitely getting that fish odor aroma but wasn't sure if it was just coming from the fish or the soup as well. She assumed probably both. Tasting the soup, she determined it had a mild, slightly sweet flavor, and she didn't hate it. She then picked up a pair of chopsticks to try the sashimi, which Emi loved.

Although, she didn't love having to run to the bathroom about twenty minutes later, just managing to lift the toilet seat before unleashing Pazuzu into the bowl. She started leaving the seat up after her third trip, and during her sixth visit, she didn't have anything more to offer up to the porcelain throne. However, her innards wrenched all the same.

"Emi. What are you doing in the men's room? Are you okay?"

Still heaving nothing into the toilet, Mr. Will rushed over to the girl. She collapsed into his open arms not caring if her dress was up to her hips.

She confessed, "I don recomen i..."

"How long have you been like this?"

Knowing her utterances were incoherent, she didn't feel like trying another answer.

"Come on, let's get you home."

Just able to stand with his help, she looked down and spotted bits of vomit on her dress and in her hair. Groaning, she tried to put that out of her mind and just let him lead her towards the exit. As they past by her desk, she stopped to make a move in that direction.

"No-no. You're not staying here."

"Mmy shooos."

"Hmm?" Pausing to look around, he saw what had her concern. "I'll come back for those later."

Opening the door, they walked into the sun, and Emi was immediately blinded with eyes watering. Not remembering where she parked, she stopped again to think. Groaning once more, she tried to explained that she left the keys to her Jeep inside, but he kept her moving.

"No. We're taking my car. It's closer."

Emi's always wanted to ride in Mr. Will's Maserati. No, she's wanted to drive it. Regardless, she certainly couldn't trust herself today with such a work of art, and she wished he'd take her Jeep. However, she couldn't fight against him. She watched as he scissored the door, and her heart filled with glee. She knew she had to find some way to get him to give her another ride when she's feeling better.

As he helped her sit with her legs still outside, Emi suddenly thought of all those celebrities with their cooches all over the tabloids. She definitely would have join their ranks today if there were any cameras within sight. After shutting the door, he disappeared for a while as she melted in her seat. Almost asleep when he opened the driver side door, she smiled while lifting her eyelids before her stomach turned and she let loose a belch.

"scuse-mm"

"Oh, it's okay. You rest."

He said with a note of worry in his voice. But rest she did... until that was no longer possible. Feeling the urgency in her rectum was unexpected, but if she didn't find a way out of this premium ride and soon, she was going to depreciate this supercar to a Porta-Potti.

"PULL OVER! NOW!!"

"Ooh shit. Hold on."

You don't know how right you are. She thought while clinching her sphincter with everything she had left. Meanwhile, he was able to speed into the parking lot of another row of offices. Not figuring out how to open the door from the inside, she beat, clawed, and screamed at the impenetrable barrier until Mr. Will opened it. Hearing the gasses in her stomach gurgle, she grabbed his hand for assistance as she rolled out onto the asphalt. Like a runner at the starting blocks, she dashed across the parking lot to the nearest office door, holding her butt the whole way. From behind her, Emi heard him start to say,

"You can just puk..."

Once inside, Emi looked for a restroom sign, but when she didn't see one, she hollered,

"Bathroom? I Need a bathroom!"

A boy, no older than Emi, was sitting behind a desk just staring at the frantic girl. Losing patience and with no time to waste, she screamed,

"WHERE'S THE FUCKING TOILET!?"

The receptionist held out a finger, and with clinched cheeks, Emi waddled in the same direction. Bursting through the door and into the stall, she hit her mark, squirting and gushing into the shitter. With the tension dribbling out of her like the remnants of her watery excretion, she was almost too exhausted to wipe her own ass. So when Mr. Will knocked and opened the door, she was relieved to see his face.

"Are you o... Oh damn!" Grabbing his tie, he covered his nose and mouth. "What the hell is... Is that all from you?"

Standing, she turned to push the flusher and almost silently muttered, "Defnily shoulda gone witha burge."

"Oh, um, you got something on your dress back there."

"Wha?"

"It seems that you didn't quite make it in time."

Feeling behind her she exclaimed, "Shit."

"Exactly."

She unbuttoned the top of her dress, but out of fatigue, she struggled when pulling at it.

"You help mwithis?"

He walked behind her and rolled up the soiled part of the dress. Lifting it up and over her head, he pulled the dress off her up stretched arms, turning the sleeves inside out. He offered the dress to Emi who took it and threw it away. She couldn't help but think that Yasmin at least will be happy.

"anx." She said while stumbling towards the sink.

Walking out of the bathroom wearing just her sheer, lace top stockings and with Mr. Will's arm around Emi's waist, the naked girl gave the young man a tired wave as they walked by his desk. She saw his eyes bug out of his head before he gave her a stupid looking smile. Well, she thought to herself, He makes two. Happy to get back in Mr. Will's car; she stretched out again and was able to fall asleep before they pulled up to her house. When she opened her eyes, she smiled at her father. Closing them again after seeing his face transform from concerned to amused, she felt him pick her up and carry her inside to her bed.

Laying her down, Emi felt her dad's rough fingers clawing at the soft skin of her thigh, slowly pulling at her stocking, past her calf and off of her. Feeling his breath on her bare skin, his strong fingers reached high in-between her legs to pull the lace down and off the other foot. As he picked up a blanket and covered her, Emi rolled over onto her side. The last thing she remembered was her dad thanking Mr. Will for bringing her home as they walked out of the room and close the door.

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A couple hours later, Emi woke up feeling empty and weak. She laid there for a few minutes trying to collect herself when her dad opened the door with a tray in hand.

"Oh good; you're awake. I was just going to leave this for you if you felt like nibbling on something."

She sat up and adjusted her pillow. With her covers to her waist, he extended the legs on the tray and put it on her lap. She was looking at a banana, a bowl of rice, another bowl with apple sauce, and a dry slice of toast. Chuckling she said,

"That's my dad."

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just, this is literally the BRAT diet."

"Yeah. The best thing for an upset stomach." He said matter-of-factly.

"Exactly. Straight and to the point. I wouldn't expect anything else." She said with a smile. He gave her a confused look and she added, "Mom would have made chicken noodle soup." When his eyes dropped, she reached out to hold his hand and told him, "This is perfect. Today, I wouldn't have wanted anything else."

Securing her hand with both of his, he looked into her eyes and told her, "I'm sorry if I failed you."

With eyes pleading, she leaned forward to ask, "No, why would you say that?"

He looked down at the bed, prompting her to move the tray to her other side.

"I don't know how to raise a young woman." Sitting on the side of her bed, he took a breath while looking up at the ceiling. "To me, you're still my little angel. When I look at you, I see the innocent little girl who wants to follow me around the farm and climb in my truck to go with me to the hardware store."

Pausing to collect himself, he began again.

"Maybe I should have forbid you walking around naked a long time ago. Your mother always told me not to worry... 'She'll grow out of this. All children do.' Well, maybe she would've had the words to ease you in the right direction. Instead I stuck my head in the sand."

She bent her knee so she could move in closer and laid both hands on his arm.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just an odd duck." She said trying to get him to smile.

"When I saw you in Will's car, it reminded me that you are not ready for this world. And that's on me."

"So-o-o what? Are you gonna demand that I wear clothes now? Should I get up and put my pajamas on?"

"Like you have pajamas." He smiled. "No. You're an adult. I'm gonna start treating you like one. You can expose yourself to all of Main Street if you want."

"Whoa. What? Is this a punishment for this morning?"

"No. This is called growing up. You make your own decisions and you learn to live with the consequences. If you get fined for having your tits out at Nicky's or get pulled over for driving naked, you're on your own."

"Wait what does that mean?"

"You didn't think Will was my only leverage did you? Well, all of that's gone now."

"Because I got food poisoning?"

"No. Because I can't shield you from the whole world, and even if I could, that's not right. I love you in a way you can't know until you have kids of your own, and I only want the best for you. Sometimes that means letting you make your own way."

"I thought we were partners - that we had each other's backs." With a disappointed look, she asked, "You're just not gonna support me anymore?"

"I will always have your back. If you get arrested, I'm your first call. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I'm proud of you; you know? Not many girls your age want their father's help or approval."

She leaned in for a hug, and with her head on his shoulder, she told him, "Yes we do. Most just don't wanna show it." Leaning back, Emi continued, "So I can where whatever I want to the office now? No more rules?"

"That's up to Will."

"Can I show you the dress I wanna wear tomorrow?"

"Okay." He said a little puzzled.

With new energy, Emi jumped out of bed and ran her naked little ass to the closet. She pulled out a lacey, sleeveless dress with a nude lining. With a U-cut, it had a tight fit that flared out from the waist.

"Here, hold it for me while I put my hair up."

"Wow, this seems shorter than the one you had on this morning."

She stepped into the dress, positioning the fitted bodice so it was comfortably on her body before turning around.

"Will you zip the back for me?"

She adjusted the waistline so it sat naturally on her torso and the skirt flared out gracefully around her hips. Stepping forward to see herself in the mirror, she shimmied her hips so the fluffy skirt swayed out with every twist, just barely covering her vulva. However, when she turned to look at her backside, the mirror showed her that the dress clearly ended two inches before her butt did. Facing her dad, who was still sitting on the bed, she asked,

"So-o, what do you think?"

"Risky."

Chapter 18

Emi spent the rest of the week learning the job and getting better acquainted with her co-workers, and she has been brown-bagging her lunch every day. However, after no interaction with Yasmin except through a few texts, Emi was excited to drive to her place Saturday morning. Pulling in front of the Stephens' house, she walked through the front door and scaled the stairs two steps at a time, stretching her legs with every step. The landing at the top of the stairs has a semicircle shape with Kamran's and Yasmin's rooms on one side, their bathroom in the middle, and the master room opposite them.

With the siblings' doors being about a foot on either side of their shared wall, Emi could peek into Kamran's room and wave him over while opening Yasmin's door. Just as he caught up with her, Emi ran into the room and jumped on Yasmin's bed, like she used to when they were little.

Sound asleep, Yasmin was taking a minute to wake up, but that was a minute longer than Emi wanted to wait. On her hands and knees, she pounced her naked form repeatedly over Yasmin chanting,

"Wake up. Wake up. Wake up."

Yasmin is far from a morning person, so when she groggily argued into her pillow "I am" but didn't move, Emi knew as well as anyone that the pretty girl could sleep for another hour. So she got down and motioned to Kamran to grab the opposite corner of the blanket and sheet and they pulled it together. What neither of them knew was that Yasmin had slept naked. They were both stunned, as they stood there like mannequins, staring at the immaculate beauty's naked ass with pussy peeking out under her cheeks.

"Bitch."

Is all Yasmin could argue. Until she turned over and opened her eyes enough to recognize her brother staring down at her.

"Kamran! What the fuck!"

Yasmin tried to cover herself with her pillow, but it could not hide the side of her boob or the bare leg that closed her Pandoras box. Meanwhile, Kamran came back to himself averting his eyes and turning at the same time. He nearly walked into the half opened door on his way out apologizing profusely.

"Emily! What the hell was that?"

"I didn't think you'd be naked."

"Neither did I." Kamran called from the next room.

"Down stairs! And you, shut the door."

The couple shared an "oops" expression as they followed orders. After closing it however, Emi questioned, "Why are you sleeping naked?"

"None of your damn business."

"Oh come on, it's me. You've always told me what's going on."

Sitting up and swinging her legs off the bed with her magnificent headlights greeting her dresser, Yasmin reached for the silk bathrobe hanging off of her headboard. Holding it on her lap, she accused the naked girl, "Yeah, and then you showed me off to my brother."

"Come on. How was I supposed to know you weren't wearing PJs if you didn't tell me? That's so not like you."

"No, I just think you enjoy embarrassing me."

"When have I ever embarrassed you?"

Yasmin looked up and stared incredulously.

"Okay, before today."

"How about when you got us pulled over by that cop?"

"Chief." Emi corrected.

"He's not here; you can stop trying to suck his dick now."

Shrugging off the last comment, Emi continued, "That wasn't so bad."

"I was mortified. You humiliated me. I was practically naked."

"You were not. Besides even if you were, it wouldn't be the end of the world."

"Yes it would. I'm not like you. I can't just strip whenever I feel like it."

"So there are times when you feel like showing off those juicy melons?" Emi teased.

Yasmin glared daggers at her. "Unlike you, I can actually feel shame."

Suddenly serious, Emi declared, "Because we're friends, I'm going to assume you didn't mean anything by that."

Yasmin lowered her eyes to the floor.

"You don't think I get embarrassed or humiliated? Of course I do, but then I choose to work through it until it becomes empowering. After my immediate shame, I let it fuel me, so I can stick my chest out and be proud." In silence, she admitted to herself, Like earlier this week.

Emi stepped in front of her friend scowling down at her, and with increasingly more sternness in her voice, she continued.

"And do you know who I got that from?"

Yasmin lifted her golden eyes.

"You. You push me to be better. You know what I want before I do, and you push me to get there." Sitting down next to the nude Persian, Emi asked, "So, what's going on with you?"

After a pause, she admitted, "Well I, you know, wanted to try it on."

"Try what on?"

"You know..." Yasmin said while waving a hand at her naked friend. "I wanted to know how it felt."

Emi propped an arm behind her to give her friend a look. "And? What'd you think?"

"Well it's not like this was the first time I've slept naked. I just... I just keep thinking about what it would be like out there. What does it feel like?"

"Normal." Yasmin gave her a look. "I mean some times it feels invigorating. I don't know what you want me to say. I've been naked most of my life."

"Does it ever feel good?"

"It always feels good."

"No not like that, I mean exciting... arousing."

"Around new people or sometimes in new places, sure." Emi thought about it for a few seconds and then continued. "I think what you're getting at is what I feel when I'm naked somewhere I shouldn't be."

"Like at graduation?"

"Yeah, kinda. I'm not gonna lie, my nipples were hard as diamonds for a lot of that. But it was also fear and anger. Not exactly what you'd call erotic." Standing up, Emi got an idea. "C'mon, I wanna show ya something."

"Absolutely not."

"It'll be fine; I promise."

"The last time you 'promised,' you disgraced me."

Sighing, Emi reached for her hand. "We're only going to my place. No cops; I swear."

"And where's your dad?"

"I think he's working on the silos today."

After being pulled up onto her long legs, Yasmin was preparing her robe to put it on when Emi grabbed it and through it on the bed saying she doesn't need it. Against Yasmin's protest, Emi grabbed her hand again and started to pull her towards the stairs.

"Stop it. I'm not going anywhere in your Jeep with it being as exposed as it is."

"Then get your keys... Hold on." Emi ran downstairs and spotted Kamran reaching for a bowl when she ran up to him. Colliding into his chest, she wrapped her arms around him and explained, "Hey, we're taking your sister's car, so I'm leaving the Jeep out front."

"Is everything okay?"

"Just fine."

"I should apologize again."

"No! I mean maybe later. For now, just enjoy your cereal."

He gave her a confused look and she rose up for a quick kiss. "Stay here until we leave. Promise?"

Silently, he agreed while still wearing his dumbfounded expression, so she blew him a kiss as she walked backwards. Turning, she gave her boyfriend a look at her naked ass as she bounced out of the room, and meeting Yasmin at the bottom of the stairs, Emi hollered back,

"We'll be gone for a while. Don't wait up."

"Don't wait up?" Yasmin teased while closing the door behind them. "Are we going to be out past midnight?"

"Maybe." Emi laughed. "I just didn't want him to worry."

Yasmin rolled her eyes and follow the petite girl to the garage. Emi tried and failed to convince Yasmin to let her drive her MX-5. Although she thought the newer model's were prettier than the 2010s, she enjoyed how the cute, little sports car handled.

They drove up to the front of the house and Emi got out encouraging Yasmin to follow her to the barn. Halfway there, they saw a truck pull out of the garage, and with no where to hide, Yasmin took a step back with hands covering her most intimate parts, as Emi's dad drove up to the two naked girls. Emi moved forward to ask, "Is everything okay?"

"I hafta go into town for some new parts. I was about to ask you the same thing." He said with no more than a glance of acknowledgement at Yasmin's delectable delights.

"Oh, yeah. We took Yasmin's car because she doesn't like the wind in her hair. I'll get my Jeep when we go back."

Clearly not buying whatever his daughter was selling, he nodded his head in agreement, put the truck in gear, and drove away. As Emi watched the Chevy leave, Yasmin stepped forward exclaiming,

"I knew I shouldn't have listened to you. Now your dad's seen me naked. Are you gonna show me off to everyone we know?"

Pausing to think, Emi let the question hang in the air.

"That's gonna take awhile. I think we should start finding small groups, and eventually we'll show you off to larger crowds and then go from there."

"Hah, hah. You are so-o-o funny. Now what's so important you just had to show me while I'm naked?"

The two walked to the stables as Emi reasoned, "In my opinion, there's two kinds of nudists. Naturalists and exhibitionists. The first simply want to be free to experience nature. Being naked has nothing to do with lewd sexuality. Quite the opposite actually. It's about being pure... organic. Living clothes-free is as natural as breathing.

The second gets a satisfaction in being naked among clothed people. It's more thrilling, even dangerous, and that adds to the adventure. If they start off at a nudist resort, they'll eventually get bored with it."

Emi pulled out a bag of apple flavored nuggets from a shelf opposite the stalls and offered one to Yasmin.

"Alright... I'll play." She said while reaching for the treat before feeding it to Chestnut. "You're clearly into nudity more than an exhibitionist, but you also said you get off on this. You might not have been wet at graduation, but you were aroused."

While they brushed down the horses to prepare them for their saddles, Emi admitted, "Oh absolutely. I'm both. The big question is, which one are you?"

"Neither."

"Are you sure?" Emi deliberately eyed the naked belle down and back up again, admiring the short trim and sharp lines that formed a tight, upside down trapezoid over Yasmin's clit hood. "You seem awfully comfortable out here."

A silence fell over the two as they finished saddling their horses and walked the pair outside. Yasmin was the first to disrupt the quietness.

"Alright. If I had to pick one, not saying I'm any kind of nudist, but if I had to choose, clearly I'm the naturalist."

"Okay."

The girls raced the horses through the rows of trees, as it they were playing some version of tag and follow the leader. Feeling the heat, they stopped at a grassy patch to let the horses rest. Meanwhile, Yasmin sat down under a tree and Emi walked over to recline next to her.

"One of my favorite things to do naked is to ride Honey."

"I won't tell my brother you said that."

Chuckling, she continued.

"No, I'm serious. Feeling his strong muscles between my legs, the wind across my face and chest, my hair sailing behind me. There's a peacefulness to it, you know?

Yasmin took in a large breath through her nose letting the warm air calm every muscle as she exhaled. "It is nice out here, isn't it? All we need now is a couple margaritas." Taking another breath, she continued, "Your dad certainly doesn't give a shit what we do out here."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, did you see how he just ignored me and took off?

"Did you want him to yell at you or something?"

"No-o-o-o."

"Oh my gosh, you did. Why?"

"Well, something would've been better than nothing."

"You're disappointed he didn't want to look at you?"

"I can't help it. I've never had someone look at me with so much disinterest."

"Oh, pore baby. Well, if I hear him slapping his Fleshlight and calling your name out, I'll let you know."

"Your dad has a Fleshlight?"

"I donno. I was kidding."

"If he doesn't, he can use mine."

"Yasmin!"

"Kidding! Kinda." Yasmin bit her lower lip, and with a blank expression, floated away in her thoughts. "Between you showing me off to everyone I know, your dad just not giving a shit, and Jake breaking up with me..."

"Oh no. What happened?"

"He left to go backpacking through Europe. Didn't want any commitments holding him back."

"Well, he was a piece of shit anyway."

"I thought you liked him."

"For you, I'd say I like anybody. But he was way too shallow and full of himself."

"Yeah... but he has the penis of a blue-bill duck." Drifting off once again, she absentmindedly ran her fingers through the smooth, cropped bush.

"That's not sexy. You could have just said he's hung like a horse."

"Blue-bills have the longest penis of any animal."

"No way. What about something like the blue whale? They've gotta be huge."

She started to massage her peach.

"Absolutely. Ten feet... and a foot in diameter. But proportionately, there's smaller than a gorilla."

"You lost me again."

With her free hand, Yasmin held up her thumb and forefinger. "Two inches."

"Ooh damn."

"Which brings me back to the duck, who's averages out to eight inches."

"That's a "mighty duck."

"Ooh, that was cheesy, even for you. Puff! Well that killed the mood."

Emi couldn't help but laugh to herself while Yasmin sat in silence contemplating something.

"Do you do that more often because you're naked all the time? Like you have easy access, so why not?"

"Not usually no. I usually keep that for the bedroom or shower."

"I can't stop masturbating. I'm not kidding. This whole week... I've been rubbing and using 'Mr. Wanker' all the time." Yasmin slipped a hand between her legs. "It's non stop. I've started to think, Should I just try it, to you know, get it out of my system?"

This reminded Emi of her dream and wondered the same question.

"Say something."

"Sorry. Um, you mean walking around naked in public?"

Yasmin nodded her head.

"Yeah. Maybe you should." Getting her thoughts together, Emi started again with more authority. "But what you're describing, isn't the actions of a naturalist. At least, not one past puberty... in my opinion."

"Yeah yeah, I know." Yasmin admitted deflatedly."

Taking a moment to think, Emi asked, "Do you really want to try it, for real?

Still rubbing her lips, Yasmin asked, "What did you have in mind?"

Chapter 19

The naked girls pulled into a small gas station outside of town, and Emi had Yasmin drive up to one of the two pumps. Emi wanted them as close to the cashier's window as possible.

"Okay, get out." Emi saw that Yasmin was almost shaking, but she thought a little tough love was needed at the moment.

"You get out."

"You said you wanted to know what it 'felt like' to be naked in public. Well, here you go."

"This isn't what I had in mind."

"Yeah I know. I was hoping there'd be at least a couple of cars here, but it's a start."

"No. I wanted to know what it was like to tell everyone to 'fuck off' while proudly displaying your body for all to see."

"Well... It looks like there's only one person inside, but you're welcome to tell her to 'fuck off' if you want to. I'm not sure she'd appreciate it though."

"This isn't funny."

"It kinda is."

Yasmin darted her eyes over in disgust.

"I'm sorry, but you have to build up to a moment like that. Now get your ass out there and pumps some gas woman."

"You know I hate it when you call me that."

Emi huffed and got out, slamming the door behind her. Walking in front of the car, she glared into the windshield, and when she got to Yasmin's door, she swung it open as much as possible and pulled on her arm.

"Come on, you wanted this. Let's go."

Yasmin stopped resisting, unfastened her seatbelt, and stepped out of the Mazda. Emi stood there expectedly as Yasmin reluctantly started the gas, hiding as much as possible. When the tank was full, she paid and reached for the door handle behind Emi's butt.

"Alright. Can we go now?"

"No. I'm hungry. I'm going inside."

Emi wasn't planning on doing this, but she was mad. If Yasmin could be a pain in the ass, so could she. Barefoot and naked, she walked into the station and pretended to shop as she waited for her friend to join her. The girl behind the counter was watching her intently. Emi wondered how old she could be and if she could even drive. Then again, she certainly couldn't be one to judge. The blonde had her hair in a ponytail and bangs that fell straight down, cut across the line of her eyebrows. It reminded Emi of a bowl cut.

The gorgeous girl rang a charm as she opened the door. Standing straight up with her head held high, Yasmin presented herself with arms a little two straight. Emi was so proud, but she wasn't about to show it here. As she read the label on a frozen burrito, she heard the flopping of bare feet on tile coming closer to her.

"Do you think those hot dogs are any good?"

"This was all very fun, but can we go now?"

"I mean, I wonder how long they've been on that rolling thing."

The door chimed once more, and two State Troopers entered the station.

Not again, Emi thought.

After surveying the store, they walked straight up to the girls, and the older of the two asked, "Is there a problem here ladies?"

Emi moved forward so that Yasmin could step back.

"No sir."

He squared up to her and asked, "What happened to your clothes?"

"It's such a nice day out; we decided not to bother with them."

"It is lovely, isn't it. That doesn't excuse your behavior though."

"No sir."

Starting to get nervous, Emi wished she had left five minutes ago like Yasmin wanted. While the more senior trooper went over to the counter to speak with the blonde, the younger one stayed with the girls. Emi could tell he was trying to remain professional, but he couldn't stop himself from eye-fucking Yasmin. When the older cop came back, he asked in an impatient tone,

"How'd you get here?"

"We drove."

"And where's your car?"

As Emi looked out the window and saw that it was gone, Yasmin nervously told him she parked it around the side of the gas station. When he asked to see their drivers licenses, they told him they were in the car, and the four went out to confirm.

"All seems to be in order. We received a call from the security liaison office about a disturbance."

Emi knew this was bull shit. "Bangs" was the only other person that was there. She had to be the one who called.

With his eyes fixed on Emi, he started, "You two are looking at disturbing the peace, loitering, engaged in suspicious activity, and of course indecent exposure. Trooper, tell me... Do you smell alcohol on these two under age dependents?"

"Yes I do sir." The younger trooper answered, not able to hide his glee... or maybe not caring to.

Emi started to recognize that the older one was exclusively leering at her.

"Remind me. What is the penalty for a first time offense?"

"It is a fine of $500 and 60 days in jail, sir."

Stepping up to Emi, he asked, "I'm assuming this is your first offense?"

Shitting bricks, she wondered why he was arguing the trumped up charge. He obviously had them on public indecency, so why is he making this one up? She wanted to look over at Yasmin to see how she was doing. "Um, yeah... Ah, first time." She was starting to get dizzy under his scrutinizing stare, and her vision was getting cloudy trying to match his gaze.

"If I arrested you, you'd have to spend the weekend in jail, seeing that the court doesn't open until Monday. Also seeing that we only have the one cell, I suspect you'd be extremely popular dressed like... well..." He finally broke eye contact, but only to look over all of her most desirable parts. "... At least they won't have to tear your clothes off."

Emi suspected he might be exaggerating or straight up lying, but she wasn't sure. He maybe telling the truth. Either way, she was terrified he might take them to jail and lock them in a holding cell with a bunch of macho, tough guys, even if they did let them go after the weekend. She couldn't even think of having to go to court somewhere down the road.

"Have you ever been to jail before?"

"Um... no."

"Hmm. Have you ever sucked cock?

"A-a couple of times."

"Have you ever been FUCKED in the ass?"

"No!"

Emi said too quickly, and she feared where this was going. However, she hoped she could keep giving him whatever answers she could to keep them out of jail. He started rubbing his ruff hands all over her soft skin, pinching her tinder nipples, feeling inside her quivering pussy, and poking into her butthole. Emi was afraid to look at what the other trooper was doing to her friend. This was all her fault and she was so sorry she took Yasmin with her.

"I could do you a favor this one time if you wanted to repay it." He unzipped, pulled out his cock and ordered, "Get to it."

They were hidden from the road, and the only one who could hear them was the twat who called these predators in the first place. She couldn't think about that now as a scared feeling came over Emi. She turned behind her to look at her friend, who wore a supportive expression. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to the trooper. Kneeling down, she trained her eyes on the limp dong and nervously swallowed. She took it in her hands and tried pulling on it and massaging it to stimulate him. Lifting her eyes, she saw that he was already enjoying himself, so she looked back to the task at hand and reluctantly put the flesh in her mouth.

"What a good little slut. Yeah, suck me off, just like that. Hmmm, that's good. I'd like to watch while you suck and fuck those men behind bars." Using her hands in tandem with her mouth, she tried to finish him as quickly as possible, but to Emi, this felt like it went on forever.

Eventually, he finally blew his load in her mouth. "Don't spit it out now. You swallow it down like a good little whore." As she watched his dick pass by her lips and get zipped back into his pants, she did as she was commanded, feeling his salty cum slide down her throat.

He looked at Yasmin and questioned, "What are we going to do with you? The thing is, if we let you go, you're gonna give my young partner blue balls, and then he'll be useless to me for the rest of the day. We can't have that, can we?"

"No sir." Yasmin said with a flat tone and turned to the officer. He put his hands on his hips and pushed his crotch forward, like he's seen this play out in a porno too many times. She knelt, unfastened his pants, and pulled his dick out. He was already rock hard and looked like he was ready to pop. Licking her lips, she slid him in her mouth and bobbed back and forth, while being guided by both of his hands grabbing her still matted hair. Emi heard her friend choking on his tongue depressor and wished she could do something, even if it meant taking her place. It wasn't long before he was red-faced and ready to blow. Pulling back, he shot his cum all over Yasmin's face.

"You like that slut?" The older one taunted.

"Yes officer." She answered obediently.

"It's Master Trooper. Titles are important. I've put in my time to earn that rank."

"Yes Master... Trooper."

"Now fuck off." He turned to Emi and informed her, "The next time I see your car, I'm gonna pull you over and have a little more fun with you. Maybe I'll fuck your sweet little ass." Then he walked around to the front of the store and they left. Emi got in the car with nerves trembling. Yasmin got in a few minutes later with a clean face and she drove away.

Chapter 20

Staring off into the distance, Emi's thoughts were a blur with everything that just happened. How could she be so stupid to allow herself to be in that predicament? How many times was she warned that something like this could happen? Yes, she wasn't bound by her parents' rules anymore, but they were put in place for a reason. There's a lot of sickos out there. She remembered her mom saying. Emi blinked a few times when she felt Yasmin wiping away a tear from her cheek.

"Are you okay?"

Not knowing where they were, Emi let Yasmin help her to her feet before she heard a car door shut. You're on your own. Emi wondered if this is what her dad meant by "Learning to live with the consequences." If so, she wanted no part of it.

She felt the coarse hair of Honeycomb under her palm and realized there was a tan hand guiding hers in long strokes. Remembering the motion to soothe her horse, she began petting the large animal.

"Are you okay now?"

"Hmm?"

"You were a bit out of it for a little while."

"Yeah." She said plainly.

"Are you sure? Cause you're starting to freak me out. If you don't snap out of this soon, I'm gonna hafta call your dad."

Emi's eyes started to focus on her naked friend. "Okay."

"Okay you're good or okay call your dad?"

"No... I'm good."

"Good. Because I don't know what I'd tell him."

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine." Yasmin chuckled softly.

"No. After what I just put you through, you should hate me forever."

"I'm fine, really."

"I'm sorry. We should have left when you wanted. We should have never gone there in the first place."

"You're fine; we're fine. Look, it did get a little intense there for a minute when he was all talking about court and sixty days, but when we figured out he was just scaring us into giving some head, we were fine. At least I am; look at you. You're shaking like a leaf. Come sit down."

Yasmin was trying to escort her out of the stall and to a wooden bench, but Emi rapped her arms around the tall beauty's bare waist. With her face berried in her friend's boobs, her tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking Yasmin's exposed mountain peaks.

"Wow, you're really taking this hard."

"I love you so much. You're my sister, my best friend, and... I donno. You're my person. You know what I mean?"

"Okay, okay. I love you too."

She leaned back enough to look into those golden eyes while Yasmin rested her hands on Emi's bare shoulders.

"No. It's more than that." Dropping her gaze, she searched for a good comparison. "I love my dad. He's my rock, my partner, and my shelter. Kamran is my lover and my future. But you... you're... home."

Emi could see the tenderness in Yasmin's eyes when she tilted her head down and reached out a hand to Emi's cheek. Watching the girl part her lips, Emi rose up to plant a kiss on them, and Yasmin popped her head up with wide eyes. Looking at a stunned expression, Emi realized too late that she misread the gesture and that Yasmin was probably just going to say something. Embarrassed, she started to step away; however, when her friend's embrace tightened and she looked up, she was met with kind eyes.

All she could do was watch as a pair of plump lips descended and softly met hers. With the transference of warmth, her lips came alive in the way they can only do with a first kiss. She couldn't help but think, This is nice, and she wished it could last a little bit longer. As they parted, Emi wanted to offer some kind of an apology but was met with another kiss. Sharing that moment of intimacy, the two smiled at one another before melding their mouths once again.

What started as soft and tender osculating became passionate soul kisses. With the sudden urge to feel those juicy melons, Emi grabbed Yasmin's bountiful breasts and felt a pair of hands squeeze her booty. She never thought she'd actually be kissing her best friend this way, but she didn't think she could bring herself to stop, nor did she want to. And as their kisses continued, her curiosity to see where this would go increased.

Not willing to unlock their lips, the two clumsily made their way to the haystacks, and when they tried to climb up the bales, they slipped and ungracefully discovered gravity. Flat on their backs, the girls laid among some loose hay, laughing at themselves.

Eager to explore this new aspect of their relationship, Emi was the first to get up and mount her friend. Straddling the voluptuous girl with her long, wavy hair spilling all around their faces, Emi couldn't help but smile. Grinning back, Yasmin reached out a hand through the foxy swirls to the back of Emi's neck, and with a look of carnal desire, she guided the two closer to reunite their lips.

Slowly caressing a hand down the soft skin of Yasmin's delicious chest and continuing between her legs, Emi felt another pair of lips and started massaging them. Her fingers where beginning to get wet when Yasmin attacked her tongue. Sliding two fingers into her friend's curtains, Yasmin moaned into the girl's mouth.

Remembering Kamran's technique, Emi got the sudden urge to try it out on Yasmin. Separating, she smiled at her friend and spun around into the 69 position, playfully using her lips and tongue to hungrily slurp and devour the other's vadge. Yasmin tried to reciprocate, but because of their height difference, she couldn't. Opting to use her fingers instead, Emi felt the wonderful massage on her pussy, which was topped with the insertion of a couple fingers. With her mouth covered in pussy juice, Emi moaned, and after another memory flashed in her mind, she clamped her lips on Yasmin's clit and hummed.

Before either of them could cum, Yasmin guided Emi to one side prompting her to roll onto her back. Sitting up and positioning her knee in-between her friend's legs, Yasmin stretched her other leg above Emi's shoulder next to her face. Lowering herself to match their pussies, the two bumped and grinded into each other.

Emi didn't know how good this would feel. Lifting her hips, she wanted to get a better angle, and Yasmin grabbed her thigh to pull the two closer. Both of them were sweating and moaning, and Yasmin's grip kept slipping. However, she looked like she was determined to finish. Emi reached out a hand, urging her friend to join up and smack their lips together even harder. As they whaled on each other, the horses were becoming anxious and restless. Emi whimpered with enthusiastic delight while Yasmin screamed in anticipation. Finishing in an epic crescendo and collapsing on the hay, the two naked girls lay staring at the ceiling out of breath.

"Wow... That was..."

"Intense... but good." Emi agreed.

"Yeah, I needed that." Yasmin panted heavily.

Shimmying on her back so the two laid side by side, Emi asked, "Have you ever done that before?"

"Are you kidding? With who?" Before Emi could think of a response, Yasmin continued, "You know you're my ride-or-die bitch."

Hand in hand the two were laughing when Emi's dad ran into the barn with a panicked look on his face. They sat up when he asked,

"Are you okay? I heard screaming."

"Yeah dad we're fine."

"We just saw a rat."

"No! No we didn't." Not so quietly, Emi whispered, "You're a rat." Turning back to her dad, she tried to reassure him, "It was nothing, I promise. She was just goofin."

"Not funny."

"Sorry sir."

"I'm gonna go in and start the grill. You're welcome to join us." He said to Yasmin while trying to keep his eyes above her neck.

"Thank you, but I should be going home."

When Emi's dad left for the house, she looked back to Yasmin but wasn't able to read the expression on her face. Assuming Yasmin was waiting for an explanation, Emi started.

"Rats carry diseases that are harmful to horses. But also, Chestnut had a bad experience with one. He got pretty startled one time. I don't know if it was the noise it made when it scurried around or scratched on something o-o-or if it's shadow just moved quickly, but Chestnut had his reins tied up at the time, and he nearly hurt himself. It took a while for my dad to calm him down, and he nearly got trampled on while doing it."

"Oh, oops."

They laid back against the hay and Yasmin reached for Emi's hand.

"So does this mean you forgive me?"

"I thought I was pretty clear." Yasmin said while glancing down at Emi's crotch.

"No. I mean for last week."

"Yeah, I think we're good. You've helped me see something I couldn't see before. I like the attention."

"Of course you do."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You were the most popular girl in school."

"No, that's Regina."

"Well okay. But you were the popular girl everyone liked."

"I'll take that. And what about you today? That cop was certainly giving you some attention."

"Too soon."

"Sorry."

"Besides... It's Master Trooper. Titles are important." Emi said mockingly.

"Right, of course. Master Limpdick," Yasmin smirked.

Reflecting on everything that happened, Emi ask, "How disappointed do you think he's going to be the first time he pulls your car over and my ass isn't there?"

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere without you until that happens. I am not touching that shriveled up, gorilla penis."

The two were laughing as they came out of the barn and saw Kamran in the Jeep. Approaching him, Emi teased, "You know you could actually go inside? You don't have to keep waiting for me out here."

He stepped out of the Jeep and grabbed a bag from behind the seat. Stretching it out in front of him to block his view of his sister he explained,

"Maman and Dad came home, so I grabbed a few of your things. I hope it's okay."

While he was averting his eyes, she dodged around the bag to give him a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

"You didn't stay in the kitchen, did you?" Not answering, he shrugged his shoulders and looked down. She stepped back and continued. "Thank you." Then she took the bag and walked inside.

"That was different. What's gotten into her?"

Besides my tongue? Emi smirked to herself. "I think I should wait for her to explain."

She rose up for a kiss as he circled his arms around her and squeezed. When she came back down, she rested her face on his chest and exhaustedly leaned into him. Tightening his grip on her shoulders, he asked,

"What's up?"

"I was bad today."

Suddenly remembering something, she leaned back and slapped his chest.

"Hey, why didn't you tell me she was mad at me?"

The only answer he gave was in the form of a big grin.

More to come...

I'm unfortunately not going to be able to publish as often. To get the ball rolling, I wrote a small backlog of chapters that have now run dry. However, I have plans to follow Emi and her friends through the summer and into college, so please stay tuned.