It's Normal to Be Naked at a Party

"You think he's cute?" Chelsie nodded to the side.

"What?" Linda had been spacing out, "Who're you talking about?"

"Him." Chelsie lifted a finger off her drink, subtly pointing at a man across the room. "Dan, the guy from sales with th- No! Don't look straight at him!"

Linda was already looking obviously over her shoulder at the man in the gaudy Hawaiian shirt with various different fruit patterned on it. When he made eye-contact with the brunette, he raised an eyebrow and wiggled his mustache a bit.

"No way," Linda leaned back. "He's gay for sure."

"Oh come on." Chelsie was covering her face from the side, making it even more obvious she'd been staring, too. "Just because a guy's in a Hawaiian shirt doesn't mean he's gay."

"Yeah, but the mustache, the shoes, the hair, the way he always waves with his fingers in the mornings..."

"Fine, whatever." Chelsie rolled her eyes. "But you didn't answer the question. Is he cute?"

"Cute?" Linda looked back over, prompting Chelsie to grab her friend to stop her from staring again. "I dunno. Not really my type."

"I guess..." Chelsie looked back down at her drink, stirring it a bit with a tiny straw before glancing around the room once again at all the corny decorations the management had put up in the warehouse to make it look less depressing.

Linda sighed and watched her friend watch whatever she was watching. The girl's strawberry blonde curls had grown a bit disheveled over the course of that Friday by the humidity and the hectic workweek. Her makeup had worn a bit, though she always wore too much anyway. A bit of cleavage was poking out of top of her blouse, something that may have taken the concept of 'Casual Friday' a bit too far though from the secretary's desk up front it wasn't complained about much.

Linda by comparison felt much less 'sexy'. Her dark hair was in the same bun it had been in since she left the house this morning. Boringly-painted nails tapped on her half-empty drink as she considered getting another, though it was probably a bad idea to get too drunk in front of her coworkers. All she really wanted to do was go home and strip off the pencil skirt and tights she was suffocating in, as well as undoing more than just the top button of her blouse. Linda never really did 'Casual Friday's.

"Ugh, I wanna go home." Chelsie seemed to be reading Linda's mind. "But I hate being the first one to leave work parties."

"Andy gets super passive-aggressive when you do." Linda stabbed an ice-cube. "'Oh, you missed so much fun after you left! Someone told a silly joke or whatever!' Blah."

"Is this what you though your 30's would be like?" Chelsie sighed. "Sitting at work parties pretending to have fun and wishing you had been home by 10pm?"

"Don't forget the back pain." Linda groaned. "And your favorite drinks giving you a stomachache."

"Crow's feet in the mirror."

"Seeing your high school friends pumping out kids, while you're getting ghosted by dudes on dating apps."

"Did I mention back pain yet?" Chelsie stretched, pushing out her breasts. "Because I wanna mention it again."

Linda grumbled something under her breath. Her back hurt, but that was due to her posture. 'Gifted' women like Chelsie had back pain for a different reason.

"Did you say something?" Chelsie leaned forward, shoving the offending cleavage in Linda's face, a small hint of lacy red bra poking out. It felt like an intentional gesture, but Chelsie's face still looked innocent.

"No, I just-" The lights dimmed with a loud 'click' as feedback from a microphone cut out everybody's conversations.

"Wow! Sorry about that!" A voice rang out after the feedback cleared up. "This is everybody's favorite, number one regional manager, Mr. Andy. But you can all just call me Mr. Andy."

The captive audience wasn't sure whether to fake-laugh at the joke or if their manager had just misspoke.

Andy stepped out from behind the 'DJ booth' (really just a desk with a laptop connected to some Bluetooth speakers) holding a microphone and almost tripping over some wires as he attempted to stay in the circle made by the 'Spotlight' (which was Gus from the warehouse holding his hunting flashlight over his head).

"But we have a very special, very important guest who has graced us with his amazing talents and his amazing... Uhm." Andy's face scrunched up the way it always did when he had to think and speak at the same time. "Amazingly talented talents...

"Please give it up for - uh." The lights shined on a man in a tacky purple suit holding a briefcase with one hand and trying to keep the spotlight out of his eyes with the other.

"What was your name, again?" Andy handed over the microphone.

"It was- ah!" The man blinked a bit as Gus finally got the idea and stopped blinding their gaudily-dressed guest.

"It was the Magnificent Melvin! Marvelous Manipulator of the Mind!" He wiggled his fingers, not unlike Dan's little wave from before.

"Oh God," Linda put her head in her hands. "The boss hired a fucking hypnotist."

"What's wrong with a hypnotist?" Chelsie smiled, giggling a bit.

"It's childish!" Linda used the scattered applause following the man's introduction to cover her whispered conversation with her friend. "You really think some guy will wave his hands and say 'Hocus Pocus' and you'll think you're a bird or whatever?"

"It's just some stupid fun," Chelsie said. "It's not like you have to go up."

"You say that," Linda eyed her boss. "But you know how Andy is. He'll 'volunteer' you for something stupid and then act like you're not a team player if you don't go up there. Remember when he tried to host a 'Sing Along Night' and threatened to make anybody who didn't go on stage at some random karaoke bar work Saturday?"

"Those drunk frat bros refusing to leave the stage really saved us all that night."

The 'Magnificent Melvin' proceeded to walk about the party, going from table to table while focusing equally on pretending to 'read the aura of potentially attuned individuals' while also making sure the microphone cord wasn't getting tangled on any chair legs.

"Don't call on me. Don't call on me." Linda slumped down in her chair. "Ohmygod this is high school all over again."

But she was saved when some guy from the warehouse staggered over to the middle of the room where a few chairs had been laid out for the hypnotist to use. He seemed far too drunk for the amount of alcohol that would be served at an office party, but the warehouse guys usually smuggled their own flasks to these events.

"Ah, hello... My good sir!" Melvin was clearly not prepared for somebody to stagger out but tried to play it off. "What do you call yourself?"

"Joe," the man slurred.

"Very well, Joe." Melvin returned to the chairs, dragging the microphone cord with him. "Let us all thank Joe for volunteering to be entranced by my powers tonight!"

There was scattered applause from the room that annoyed Linda as she had to put down her drink to clap a few times too, hoping not to appear rude.

"Joe mama," the volunteer was slumped so much in his chair it looked like he was about to fall out of it. His hands clutched the sides though it wasn't as though his grip could be especially tight.

Melvin ignored the attempt at a quip and held out his hand, only to punch the microphone with a loud thump. He awkwardly adjusted his grip on the device before turning around and holding something up to the drunken man's face.

"Now, Joe," Melvin ignored some of the laughs, "You will focus on the light in my hand. Think of nothing but the light. Focus your energy on the- Joe?"

The man slumped over, nearly falling into the hypnotist.

"You," Melvin swallowed, "You will fall into a deep sleep!

"And you will awaken, er, at the end of this show!"

Melvin turned back to the audience to more scattered applause. Linda tapped a few fingers against her wrist, not even setting her glass down as she watched the other faces - each of which was about as enthusiastic as her. Her eyes made it to Andy, facing away from the center of the room as he was attempting to flirt with one of the girls from HR, completely oblivious to the ongoing performance.

"Now, I need another volunteer!" Melvin pointed out at the crowd, now mumbling among themselves as they decided their conversations would be much more interesting than the show.

"Over here!" Andy waved Melvin down with one hand, pointing at the girl he was flirting with with his other one.

She looked uncomfortable.

"Ah, well," Melvin sucked in some air through his teeth. "I'm not sure if her... Magical attunement is really proper at the moment. The mesmerization may not work on her."

"Oh, it'll be fine!" Andy placed a hand on the girl's butt, pushing her towards the center of the room. The girl glanced around as if saying 'Save me' with her eyes. Linda avoided her gaze.

"It's usually proper for the volunteers to, well, be volunteers themselves." Melvin clarified. "We like to have people be hypnotized because they want to be."

"She's fine," Andy laughed. "She'll volunteer. Come on!"

There was no helping it. When the boss wanted something he usually got it. Even if he was the only one who wanted it. Linda felt sorry for the poor girl from HR, though it would just be a bit of awkwardness before she could go back to her chair. Or preferably someone else's chair, further away from Andy.

"Andy isn't divorced yet, right?" Linda lowered her voice, leaning in closely to Chelsie.

"Not yet," whispered Chelsie. "But he's not wearing his wedding ring tonight."

"Gross." Linda looked over at the man, his eyes already down the dress of one of the other HR girls. "If that's how men get in their 50s then I'm glad I'm single."

"Oh come on," Chelsie shoved Linda's arm playfully. "There are good, older men."

"Yeah," Linda rolled her eyes. "And they're all married. The thing that sucks about dating in your 30s is that all the guys your age are single for a reason. Like they live with their parents. Or they're on their 7th year of a 4-year program. Or they're, y'know..."

Linda pointed at Dan, currently laughing with the guys and giving a limp-wristed 'Oh, stop it' gesture.

"You're too negative, Lin." Chelsie said. "You have one or two bad dates and suddenly you turn into a social recluse. It's just a matter of putting yourself out there, getting noticed by one of the good ones."

"So what's your secret?"

"Pardon?"

"For getting yourself noticed." Linda pointed at Chelsie's chest. "I assume those do most of the work for you."

"I- No!" Chelsie adjusted the front of her shirt. "I don't really get noticed by men."

"Bullshit." Linda lifted her drink to her mouth, then realized it was empty. "Men are ogling you at the front desk all the time."

"Yeah, but," Chelsie sighed. "They're not really noticing me, just staring involuntarily."

"Same thing, really."

"It is not."

"It is, so!" Linda got a few looks from the other tables, speaking louder than she had hoped. But Melvin was doing some sort of swimming motion at the front of the room and that had more people's attention than her outburst.

"Look, Chelsie," Linda sighed. "People are all about looks. We're very shallow creatures. First impressions mean far more than every other impression combined. It's all about 'Love at First Sight' and whenever somebody in a movie gets together with a person they've known it's only after she lets her hair down and unbuttons the top of her blouse!"

"You really think so?" Chelsie twiddled her thumbs.

"I know so." Linda groaned. "I need another drink."

The hypnotist and the HR girl were doing some dumb bit about her pretending to be a fish. She made awkward swimming motions as though she were dog paddling and then Melvin claimed he was a shark - trying to scare the girl. She just stared at him blankly.

Confident she wasn't going to be interrupting anything interesting, Linda walked over the to bar and started mixing whatever looked strong together.

"Shit." Linda sighed. "I yelled at Chelsie, didn't I?"

It wasn't right to take out her insecurities on her friend. Linda felt a pang of guilt as she finished filling her glass, then started to pour another one. She'd bring Chelsie something and they'd complain with each other - not at each other.

She carefully lifted the two tiny plastic cups and walked back to the table she was sharing. But the other chair was empty, just Chelsie's first drink sitting there, thoroughly stirred. Linda's yelling must have scared off her friend, probably in the bathroom at the moment wondering if she'd said something wrong.

But then, Linda found Chelsie. She was sitting on one of Melvin's chairs, eagerly smiling at the man as the office gave a bit of applause.

"Oh no," Linda set down both drinks, now wondering if she'd end up drinking both of them. "Girl, what are you doing?"

"Let's give a round of applause to Chelsia!" Melvin smiled, showing too much teeth. "She has volunteered to be my lovely assistant for this next trick!"

Linda clapped slowly, a pained expression on her face.

"So, Chelsia-"

"It's Chelsie."

"Er- So, Chelsie," Melvin knelt down in front of her, then realized his face was close to her cleavage and backed up a bit. "Do you want a change in your life?"

"Yes, I do."

"Do you want to achieve greater things?"

"Yes."

"Do you ever dream of floating through the air, like a bird?"

"Yes!"

"Oh my god," Linda slapped her forehead, "He's really going to say 'Hocus Pocus' and make her think she's a bird."

"Chelsia, I am going to let you experience your dreams." Melvin pulled out his light again. "You are going to look into this light and focus on nothing else. You will clear your head of all thoughts other than this light, and then you will think about your greatest dream."

Chelsie was facing the man's hand, her eyes unfocused, her body going limp. She then shut her eyes and let out a long, drawn out sigh.

"Okay, Chelsia," Melvin got her name wrong again. "When you open your eyes, you are going to be free like a bird. You will take off your shoes and then stand on that chair, flapping your wings majestically."

"Free," Chelsie exhaled the word. "I will be free."

"Now," Melvin snapped his fingers, "Open!"

She opened her eyes and blinked out the light. She then crossed one leg, flashing her panties to some of the people to the side as she began fiddling with her shoes. Linda couldn't make out most of what was going on, and she wasn't sure she actually cared to. Her gaze went back down to her drinks.

Chelsie stood up, her eyes still in their trance. Melvin stepped back and felt around behind him until his hand was on a small soundbox. He started fiddling with a few buttons, the microphone tucked neatly under one arm.

But nobody was watching Melvin, their eyes were on the busty girl standing on her chair. Chelsie's hands were running down the front of her blouse, undoing button after button until reaching the bottom where she swiftly moved on to pulling the garment off of her shoulders. Two torpedo breasts bounced forward as she let one arm out, then the second - her red bra barely able to contain them.

The room was silent in disbelief.

"What the hell!" Linda's voice was shaking. "What is she doing?"

Chelsie didn't stop there. She kept her arms behind her back fiddling with her bra a bit before undoing the hook and leaning forward a bit. In her tipsy state she nearly lost her balance, and that made the audience let out a sharp gasp. But she held firm and soon, Chelsie's huge breasts were freed from her clothes entirely.

The cheers caught Melvin's attention.

"Now, watch as Chelsia soars majestically throu- OH MY GOD!" Melvin dropped his box, which squawked like an eagle when it bounced twice.

He looked up at two breasts covered in red lines where the tight bra had just been pressing into them. Their size was probably made bigger from the low angle at which he was looking up. Chelsie's whole upper body was worthy of envy - her stomach was flat for a girl who sat at a desk all day.

"Chelsie!" Linda tried to call out to her friend. "Snap out of it!"

But her coworkers were shouting louder than she could. Chelsie's little striptease had suddenly woken up the sleepy crowd.

Chelsie's hands then went to her skirt, grabbing the zipper at her side and wiggling it loose before unceremoniously sliding it down her thigh. She pulled it down with a few sharp motions, taking her panties down a bit with them. A thin red bush peeked out the top - well-trimmed but still proving that the carpet matched the drapes.

"What the hell is she doing?" Linda felt herself growing pale. "Chelsie!"

But that shout was covered by a chant as the whole crowd began to cheer.

"TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!"

Chelsie barely made them wait. As soon as she had stepped out of her skirt, Chelsie's hands went back up to her panties, a fancy red pair that gave an indication she didn't expect to go home alone tonight. They too were off in a second, and Chelsie stepped out of them, two bare feet lifting up as she kicked the garment aside. A few guys from the sales team practically fought over them, but the shorter (and less drunk) of the two won out.

And then, Chelsie was wearing nothing but a simple smile. She leapt off the chair and landed as gracefully as one could land when her breasts landed half a second later.

The drunken warehouse man (whose name was certainly not Joe Mama) woke up, took one look at the bare ass a few feet above his face, and let out a bizarre noise.

"Thatsh enuff for me tonite." He said before shutting his eyes again.

"Uhm, okay, uhm." Melvin ran up to the naked woman. "When I snap my fingers you will put your clothes on!"

He snapped. Chelsie ignored him, walking slowly forward to where she was seated before.

"Now!" Melvin snapped again. "Now! Now! Oh god, what's going on?"

He quickly fell out of view as the crowd converged around the naked woman, reaching out hands that she gently pushed away like she were shaking them. For a second, the woman was completely lost in a sea of men who were practically falling out of their seats to get a better look.

And then, Chelsie emerged from the crowd and walked slowly towards a frozen Linda.

"See?" Chelsie reached forward and took one of Linda's drinks, her bare breasts pressing against the table. "That was fun, right?"

"Uuuhhhhh..." Linda choked, her eyes on her friend's chest. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I know, right?" Chelsie took a sip. "I can't believe I was really up there like that!"

"You're still 'like that'." Linda pointed to her nude friend.

"This?" Chelsie looked down. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you just took your clothes off in front of the whole office!" Linda whispered harshly.

"Oh my god, right?" Chelsie giggled. "I can't believe I was walking around with all that, y'know, all that clothing on! That was super embarrassing."

"People are still looking!" Linda glanced around at all the faces gathered around their table, people not even trying to be subtle about where they were looking.

"Ooh, speaking of," Chelsie waved at somebody behind Linda, "Hey there, Dan!"

"Well, hello!" Dan gave his signature little wave. Linda rolled her eyes, thankful he was approaching from behind and couldn't see it.

"Hey there, Chelsie." Another man from Dan's entourage said, pulling up a chair near the naked woman.

Dan took the chair on Chelsie's other side, leaving the third man in their little group to look around for a while before dragging a fifth chair over from a vacant spot. He set it nearer to Chelsie than to Linda, meaning there were four chairs crammed on one half of the table and Linda alone on the other side. She couldn't help but groan.

"So, that hypnosis thing really works?" One man said. Linda didn't know his name. She thought it might have started with an I.

"You will touch your elbows together behind your back!" The other man (maybe an H) said.

"Oh, you," Chelsie brushed off the comments. "Hypnosis is just a little party trick. I don't really know how it works."

"Well, it certainly worked." Dan was looking down at Chelsie, and not at her face. "That was quite a show!"

"Oh, it was so much fun being up in front of everybody," Chelsie was bouncing with every word she said. "You know, people ought to learn to laugh at themselves more."

Linda stood up, her knuckles white against the side of the table. Nobody paid her any mind as she did so, which only made her more upset. She threw back the rest of her drink and began to stomp away from the ogling men - looking for that hypnotist.

By now, the impromptu performing area was empty - all the chairs had been moved elsewhere. Linda glanced about for some sign of where Melvin had gone but saw nothing. She jogged to the front door, not bothering to check to see if she was getting weird looks for being the first to leave. There in the parking lot was the hypnotist from before, loading a case into the back of his car.

"You!" Linda pointed at the back of the man's tacky coat. "Melvin!"

"What, who? Me?" The man's voice was about an octave higher.

"What the hell did you do to her?" Linda tried to point a finger intimidatingly but the alcohol all caught up to her at that moment and it was all she could do to stay standing.

"I didn't do a thing!" The man put up both his hands. "I swear!"

"Don't bullshit me, Melvin," Linda grabbed onto the back of the man's car for balance. She didn't know much about cars, but could still tell this was an old model and in pretty bad shape. "Why's my friend naked?"

"My name's not Melvin!" The man winced, afraid of the short girl in front of him. "I'm not really a hypnotist, okay? Last weekend I was selling balloons at a zoo. The weekend before I was doing magic tricks for a birthday party. O-on weekdays I sell guitar lessons! I'm not magic or anything!"

"Then how the hell did you even get here?" Linda let her guard down.

"Well, your boss asked if I could DJ your office's party, but when I followed up a few days later he said it was 'taken care of'."

The man (probably under 20 years old) sat down on the back of his car. "And then he asked if I could do anything else and when I told him I knew a few magic tricks he asked if I could hypnotize anybody and I said yes even though I never have and then I had to quickly look up a tutorial online and then I borrowed a purselight from my girlfriend and I swear I don't know why that woman took off her clothes!"

"Ooohkay." Linda turned around. "Thaaanks." She hoped her sarcasm was obvious.

"Uhm," The kid waved at Linda's back, "You're welcome!"

"Dead freaking end." She mumbled to herself as she re-entered the party.

Music was playing louder than before as the party had become lively (meaning the alcohol was finally kicking in). Linda couldn't see her friend in the crowd and feared the worst, imagining one of the creeps from sales having dragged her behind a dumpster somewhere. She felt dizzy inside the dark room and resolved only to drink water for the rest of the night. Somebody had to stay sober. Sober-ish.

"Chelsie, you're- Oh god, no!" Linda found her friend.

She was currently on the dance floor, surrounded by a few guys - more than had been in her initial posse as more men had come over to ogle her from up close. Her dancing was mostly in the hips, her butt sticking out as she wiggled against the pants of the man standing directly behind her, the mustachioed Dan.

Chelsie was still naked.

"Chelsie!" Linda walked over.

"Oh, Linda!" Chelsie opened her eyes, her hips still gyrating against Dan. "There you are!"

"Come on, Chelsie!" Linda grabbed the girl's bare shoulder.

"What are you doing?" The naked woman shook out of her friend's grip.

"I need to go to the bathroom!" Linda grumbled.

"Oh, alright." Chelsie sighed. "Hey guys, I'm gonna be right back."

Chelsie waved ignorantly with her free hand as Linda practically had to drag the nude woman through the dance floor and to the bathrooms. She could feel the eyes of every man they walked by, not glancing at her but just behind her. It was like she was invisible.

The bathrooms were empty at the moment, something Linda was slightly thankful for as she didn't want to be in a cramped space with her insane friend while trying to justify herself to another coworker. She glanced out the door just in case some drunk and/or horny guy tried to follow them, then turned her attention to Chelsie.

"Okay, the joke's over." Linda held up her hands. "You can get dressed, now!"

"Get dressed?" Chelsie tilted her head to the side. "I am, though."

"Ha, ha, very funny." Linda shook her head. "Okay, I get it. You think hypnotism is real and you're trying to mess with me. Fine. It's real, or whatever you wanna hear me say. Now put on some damn clothes! I'm starting to get second-hand embarrassed, here."

"Linda, are you alright?" Chelsie leaned in with furrowed brows, her breasts hanging low like two cow's udders. "You keep saying such strange things."

"Do you not realize you're naked?" Linda asked. "That you're walking around with your tits and pussy out? That half the office is staring at your ass and the other half is scoffing at your audacity?"

"Of course I'm naked!" Chelsie laughed. "It's normal to be naked at a party! I don't see what the big deal is. In fact, I was actually starting to wonder why you were so overdressed!"

Linda sighed. Chelsie genuinely seemed to believe in whatever bizarre reality had been put into her head. There was no convincing her otherwise, the woman didn't seem to mind being naked in front of others.

"Okay, Chelsie," Linda sighed. "Just stick close to me at the party, alright? The men are... Acting extra funny tonight and I'm worried for your safety."

"I know, right?" Chelsie walked in front of Linda, giving the other girl a good view of her round ass. "It's like somebody put something in the drinks!"

Linda wanted to say something more, but Chelsie had already walked past her and back into the open warehouse where the rest of her coworkers welcomed her with a cheer. She swallowed her reservations and left as well, hoping not to lose the naked woman in the crowd again.

A crowd of men had almost immediately formed around Chelsie, some trying to drag her back to the dance floor as others were hoping to take her to the tables where it would be a bit more quiet. They were acting like animals fighting over a mate and Linda was confident that they were mere seconds away from grunting like cavemen or literally butting heads.

She felt herself sigh when the men looking for a seat won out - possibly because Dan was among them. He placed an arm around Chelsie's elbow and began gently guiding her towards an empty table. Linda followed, nearly getting run over by clingers-on to the group.

"Yeah, I think I've had enough dancing for the day." Chelsie leaned back into the chair Dan had pulled out for her. "My feet are really aching."

It was no wonder that her feet hurt. Chelsie had peeled off her socks when she undressed and hadn't put anything back on. The cleaning crew was sure to have swept up the warehouse before the party started, but the floor was still concrete, not a pleasant surface to be standing on if your feet weren't used to it.

Linda pulled out a chair for herself, having to wrestle a spot away from another man so she could sit next to her friend. But that friend hardly acknowledged her, Chelsie was leaning into Dan's chest - ostensibly so she could hear his conversation in the loud room, though from the breast pressing against the man's arm there may have been another motive.

Or was there? Linda was confused as to just how aware Chelsie was of her nudity. Sure, she acknowledged that she didn't have any clothes on, but that didn't bother her. Did she know that other people would be eager to get a good look at her as well? And just how far was this lack of modesty going to go?

Linda looked over the back of Chelsie's chair at the couple, the words of their conversation washing over her as her attention was more focused on policing their hands. Dan had one arm wrapped around the bare back of the naked woman, his palm resting just above her ass, squeezing the soft flesh in his fingers which seemed to be sliding lower every time he adjusted in his chair.

And his reasons for adjusting so much were clear, too. A visible bulge was outlined in his pants, its reasons obvious as Dan's eyes never even lingered on Chelsie's face, taking in the sight of her breasts from above.

"Well, I guess he's not gay." Linda mumbled to herself. She wanted a drink, but she didn't want to give up her spot.

And then, somebody walked by. Linda didn't get the chance to see who as she only witnessed a palm reach out and grab at the naked breast that wasn't pressed into Dan's arm.

"Hey!" Linda leaned over the chair, slapping the offending limb away, "Cut it out!"

"Linda?" Chelsie leaned away from the girl, pressing herself further into Dan's body. His face contorted into a stupid grin.

"Did you not feel what that guy just di- Hiid!" Linda yelped. Somebody had grabbed her ass underneath her skirt while she was bent over.

"Who did that?" Linda turned around, holding both hands behind her. "Who did that!?"

"I mean, not to sound like I'm blaming the victim," Chelsie started, "But dressed like that you're sort of asking for it."

"I'm in a suit!" Linda complained. "It covers basically everything!"

"Yeah," Chelsie giggled, "And I'm pretty sure the entire office is aware of that."

"What the heck do you mean?" Linda sat down before somebody else got any ideas. "This is what I always wear!"

"Well, I didn't want to say anything." Chelsie shrugged. "But have you ever thought about-"

There was another loud feedback noise ripped everybody's conversations in half. Even Dan took his attention away from Chelsie's body for half a second to wince in pain as he, too, looked up at the source of the noise.

"Oh god," Linda swallowed. "Andy's setting up karaoke."

"Shoot." Chelsie pushed out her seat with her hips as she stood up. "We should probably get going before this gets ugly."

"Right." Linda held out a hand for Chelsie, glad that the girl's taste in entertainment didn't seem to be too afflicted by whatever was going on with her at the moment. She may have questionable taste in dress, but nobody was confused enough to like Andy's singing.

Chelsie's bare breasts pressed against Linda's upper arm as they walked, bouncing a bit with each lively step the other girl took. She tried to focus on leading her friend quickly towards the door, following a crowd that was taking advantage of the fact that Andy was struggling with plugging in his karaoke machine to escape. The crowds by the exit were a bit dense, and she could feel herself getting accidentally touched by a few people she only sort of knew.

But on her other side, things were different. Men were 'squeezing by' Chelsie as they left, a few guys pressing their bodies into her from all sides as though the doorway was more crowded than it really was. Worse still is that Chelsie would 'help' them through by sliding this way and that, pushing her body into different people each time. Linda tried to make way to get through the crowd, tightening her grip on Chelsie's hand but it was like dragging an anchor through the mud as Chelsie didn't share the rush her friend was feeling.

They finally made it outside, with the crowds dispersing a bit. Linda felt the cold night air wash over her face, shivering a bit in the cold before feeling Chelsie let go of her hand.

"Oh man!" Chelsie had both arms over her chest, "It's freezing out here!"

"Of course it would be freezing when you're butt ass naked!" Linda thought, hoping her icy glare wasn't too obvious.

Chelsie followed behind Linda as she walked to her car, occasionally lifting one hand to slightly wave at other people who were hoping to get a better goodbye out of her. She would rub her arms a bit, bouncing her boobs up and down as she did so. Linda shook her head and tried to focus on making her way through the lot and lamenting not having parked closer.

"Oh, shoot!" Linda stopped just next to her car. "I just remembered your clothes are inside!"

"Open the door!" Chelsie grabbed the passenger side door. "It's so cold!"

"I can just run in and get them real fast," Linda pointed at the office building, "It won't be more than a minute."

"Open the door!" Chelsie said through shivers. "I'm gonna freeze my tits off!"

"Oh, of course." Linda unlocked the door with Chelsie wasting no time in throwing herself into the car.

She opened her own door and sat down inside, sighing as she felt the weight coming off of her feet. Chelsie was leaning forward, her legs pressed together as she shook her arms a few more times.

"So, do you want me to go get your clothes?" Linda looked over, trying to keep her gaze on Chelsie's face.

"No, not really." Chelsie put on her seat belt, the material going between her breasts and pushing them apart. "I'm not really the type who wants to use that stuff again."

"Use that stuff again?" Linda asked. "You don't really mean..."

"Listen, it was a cute trick," Chelsie relaxed, revealing her erect nipples, "But I'm really not interested in taking that stuff home."

"Oh-kay," Linda sighed, turning the keys in the ignition.

She took a few deep breaths, mostly making sure she wasn't too tipsy from the party. But the adrenaline of having seen Chelsie stripping in front of everybody and then trying to keep close to her for the last stretch of the night had given her plenty of time to sober up. She slowly backed her car out of her spot and felt her motor functions working fine. Though to be safe, she'd be driving home in the right lane.

The ride home was surreal. Chelsie kept trying to make conversation, to which Linda would reply as normal before turning and remembering that the woman in the passenger seat was naked. She thought a bit about what the bare parts against the seat might do, but then returned her focus to the road. Above all else, she could just focus on getting home in one piece.

But focusing on the road proved harder and harder to do. Every few blocks they would stop at a light and when the car in the right-turn lane pulled up next to them, one or more of the passengers would realize they were waiting next to a naked woman. Then, Chelsie would wave back. Then they'd signal to her to roll down the window. Then she'd stick her breasts out of the car and wave. Then the cars behind them would honk. Then Linda would look over and see a naked ass pointing at her as Chelsie leaned more and more into the wordless conversation across lanes.

She sighed in relief every time the light turned green, then cursed her luck when the next one would be red.

"Hey, Lin," Chelsie moaned, "I'm super hungry."

"You've got food at home, right?"

"No, Lin," Chelsie was whining, "Let's stop for food."

"But you're-" Linda sighed. "Okay, but only from a drive-thru."

"I want something with a lot of meat!" Chelsie slurred. "I really wanna have some meat right now."

Linda grumbled to herself as she pulled into a parking lot, hoping that her friend really was craving something carnivorous and that a cigar really was just a cigar in this case.

She glanced around a few times as they waited in the line of cars, hoping nobody walked by the drive thru at that moment and thought she was some kind of freak for the company she kept. Chelsie wasn't making much conversation at this point, simply lying back in her reclined seat and staring vacantly at the sky.

"We're at the window," Linda shook her friend's arm. "What do you want?"

"Ohhmmm... My wallet." Chelsie mumbled. "It's in my purse back at the office."

"Don't worry about it." Linda grimaced. "I'll pay this time. What do you want?"

"Let me see the menu," Chelsie grabbed the handle near the door and leaned herself forward as if with great effort.

Then, the naked woman splayed out over Linda's lap, her bare ass pointing at the passenger's seat as her stomach pressed into the other girl's body. She tried to squirm to sit herself upright, merely pressing her breasts into Linda's left arm and shifting her entire body around.

"Chelsie!" Linda complained. "You're getting a little too personal there."

"Yeah, uhh..." Chelsie swallowed. "Can I get the number two and like, really spicy? And I want the waffle fries too and as much ranch dressing as you're allowed to give me without getting fired."

"And I'll just have a small sala- ah!" Linda flinched as she felt something warm press against her crotch.

In all of Chelsie's squirming around, she somehow managed to get her weight onto one side, with her arm pushed into the driver's sex. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, moreso awkward to have a naked woman leaning so harshly into an intimate area.

"A- A small salad with grilled chicken on it." Linda wheezed. "And extra napkins."

The cashier read the order back in an indifferent voice. That was good, it meant that they didn't have very good cameras pointed at her otherwise the voice on the other end would have been as taken aback as she was.

Linda felt Chelsie burying her head further and further into her body as she drove forward, the nude woman getting comfortable using Linda's stomach as a pillow.

"You're so soft." Chelsie sighed. Linda tried not to take it as an insult.

They pulled up to the next window as Linda sighed, hoping she wasn't in too precarious a position and just wanting this pit stop to be over with. But then she remembered her wallet was in the glove box.

It was difficult to reach over with a head on her lap. Linda undid her seat belt for a little bit of extra maneuverability, ultimately trying to lean in to undo the latch on the glove box as she struggled to push the limp weight of the naked woman off of her.

Chelsie didn't budge, so she leaned a bit harder, then felt herself sliding further and further over.

"Got it!" Linda managed to pull open the glove box, only to have pulled too hard; Her hand bumped into something soft and fuzzy.

It was Chelsie's bush.

"Sorry!" Linda gasped.

"Mmm... right there." Chelsie moaned a bit, rolling over and rubbing her sex into the back of Linda's knuckle.

"Chelsie!" Linda snarled. "Move over! I can't get to my box! You're being too selfish!"

"Excuse me?" A baffled voice called out from behind the two girls.

It was at that point that Linda realized the position she was in. Her skirt was rolled up in the front as her butt was facing the driver's side window. A naked woman's head was pressed into her crotch. One of her hands was currently between the legs of this woman, and she was shouting something about reaching into a box.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Chelsie turned around, wallet in hand. She saw her reflection in the rear-view mirror, her messy bun let loose with strands of disheveled hair across her face as though she'd been getting frisky with someone.

"Honey, I work night shifts." The cashier shook her head. "I've seen it all."

"I- I really..." Linda bit her lip and handed over her credit card, staring down so she wouldn't have to blush any harder than she already was.

"Mmmhhh, that smells good." Chelsie sat up, seemingly unaware that she'd been out at all.

They didn't have to wait too long for the food, which the cashier handed to them with a knowing glance. Linda tried to avoid eye contact as she slid the bag to the passenger seat. She felt more embarrassed than the other girl should have.

"Ooh, its warm." Chelsie held the bag against her thighs, sifting through its contents with one hand as she rocked back and forth a bit, her breasts swaying with each motion.

Linda drove the rest of the way home with an unopened salad on her lap. Frustratingly they didn't hit a single red light for the rest of the drive, meaning she never had the chance to eat any of her food while Chelsie enjoyed her full meal, spilling bits of sauce on her breasts the entire rest of the drive home that she would pat up with the napkins Linda had predicted she'd need. But at least she didn't have to worry about pulling up next to anybody else.

The drive ended just outside of Chelsie's house, a small thing in a cozy neighborhood. She parked somewhere beneath a streetlight and finally relaxed that the night would be over soon.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, Linda!" Chelsie turned to her friend and gave an awkward hug from across the car that Linda returned with the 'friend pat'.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Linda called out as her friend opened the car door.

"Of course I will," Chelsie called out. "My door's got a number pad on the front, so I can get in without my key."

"No, I mean about the alcohol and the hypnotism." Linda was about to take off her seat belt, but Chelsie turned back around.

Her breasts hung wildly as she leaned against the rolled down window, nipples pointing down to the floor as a sly smile grew across her face. Linda saw small goosebumps across the naked woman's skin that never made to her reddened face.

"Come on, Linda." Chelsie giggled, "Hypnosis isn't real, it's just a dumb party trick."

She walked naked up the driveway of her house, hips swaying with each step.