The Naked Countess II Ch. 03

Nude in San Francisco

Both ICA staff and Sanflarian guards were on edge from the moment the sun rose on the horizon. The entire route of the delegation was scanned for threats, every possible problem was accounted for, and various scenarios were modulated to make sure everyone was ready. The meeting was going to start in several hours. Arnold felt the pressure like never before as he escorted the naked girls to their transport. Thankfully, his joy from seeing Leo's and Lala's naked butts wiggling in front of him made up for all the negatives, but it also meant he had to concentrate on his tasks extra hard.

Several camera flashes and clicks followed the girls as they walked onto the street, making Leo stick out her tongue and bend over for a sexy pose. Arnold had to give it to the local press: they were very good at sniffing out confidential info. This time, Sanflarians didn't have time for pleasantries and disappeared in their orange van shorly after the paparazzis started bothering them. Thankfully, Araman managed to talk Leo into riding inside today, as he wanted to review their negotiation tactics before the meeting. The documentary series had to be made exactly the way Sanflaria wanted; neither of the delegates would accept another option.

"Don't worry, baron, I'm sure my appearance will make them want to make concessions before we even demand them!" the blonde joked in her seat, spreading her legs in defiance of Earthian modesty rules just like always.

"I'm afraid that this will not be enough, Lady Eleonora. The first impression will only get us so far."

Leo nodded and landed her hand on Araman's shoulder in support.

"My dear baron, I know this. My mind is as sound and ready as my body is. I hope you didn't pick up a habit of disregarding the inner beauty of naked women from some of the locals."

The two shared a laugh, a welcomed moment of levity in this stressful day. Lala shared their mood as well but quickly turned to the window with her legs close together and her breathing heavy. Arnold noticed but couldn't ask about it due to the language barrier. Whatever it was that made Lala so restless, he was sure Leo would take care of it.

The van rode steady but surely. Buildings and streets flew by behind its windows, giving the delegation a glimpse into the vibrant and lively atmosphere of the city. Soon, regular houses became increasingly rare, giving way to skyscrapers and spacious office buildings. They were headed to San Francisco's financial district--a boiling pot of commerce and business ideas.

The meeting was set to happen at the Transamerica Pyramid, which was visible even from here, towering above the entire district like a parent watching over its little children. It looked like they were going to reach it quite soon, with no delays or obstacles along the way. However, then came a traffic light that immediately changed these plans.

When the vehicle stopped, the translator looked into one of the windows and suddenly got very curious. He said something in Sanflarian and pointed to the side, where a wide pedestrian street connected to the main road. Leo and Araman both looked up from their papers, a cheerful laugh quickly escaped the countess' mouth.

"Wow, what a confident girl! I wonder if she's a local or one of ours," the blonde said with admiration.

When Arnold finally managed to reach the window, he saw a picture that made him fall silent for a second, just like when he saw Leo for the first time. It was a tall, slim woman with long, blonde hair and a very dark tan without any lines. The lack of lines was clear because the woman was completely naked, save for a necklace and a pair of black sneakers. Her round face with well-defined cheekbones had a naughty grin on it, despite the seemingly problematic situation.

She stood in the middle of the street with a short but very energetic young man who held a professional camera and tried his best to explain something to the policeman nearby. It seemed like the officer stopped this couple of daredevils while they were shooting a nude-in-public set and probably tried to charge them with public indecency. Well, the woman at least. Despite this, the surrounding locals seemed to consider her behavior completely decent, catcalling the model and snapping photos.

"We have to help her!" Leo concluded to the surprise of everyone in the van.

"My lady, I understand your concerns, but we cannot stray from our course," Araman tapped on the papers.

"Leave your worries, baron. We have more than two hours before our meeting, and the road will only take twenty minutes tops," she parried. "This woman is risking her social standing to challenge unfair and barbaric customs that make her cover her beauty. I will not leave her to be persecuted for her will to be free!"

"Um, Leo, I don't think this is that serious," Arnold said, but quickly shut up once the countess threw a stern look at him.

Araman sighed. He recognized that voice and that attitude because he'd seen it in the past. It was clear that Eleonora wouldn't be stopped by his or anyone else's appeals to reason. So he agreed, but noted that his lady had to remain under protection if she was to walk out in public. Arnold volunteered to escort her to the streets, and Leo herself called Lala to assist her in this important moment. Everyone was focused on the blonde, so they didn't see Lala's expression turn to horror and her body shake when she glanced at the crowds of people around them.

Before they could even finish their discussion, Leo jumped out and led her blushing friend to the sidewalk, letting both the breeze and the public's reactions hit them like a wave. Arnold followed closely behind, hopeful that today Leo will act more rationally than she did in Vegas. Well, at least the hope dies last.

"Wow! There are more!" a guy with his phone in his hands pointed at the naked girls.

The people immediately turned their attention to the Sanflarians, their laughs and woos echoing throughout the street. Leo didn't seem to notice, too focused on her goal. While she kept gracefully striding towards the nude model, Lala kept waving and giggling anxiously. People waved back, probably thinking she was enjoying this to the fullest. Oh, if only they knew about the chaos that took over her mind as soon as she left the safety of the van. Still, Lala chose duty over shame and walked beside her lady, taking care not to trip on her weak legs.

"Hello, officer. What seems to be the problem?" Leo said as she walked to the policeman and landed her hands on her hips.

The man looked over her in surprise. He looked a bit lost, not ready for the majestic countess to pressure him with both her attitude and her raw sexuality at the same time. Meanwhile, the model and her photographer looked elated: the naked girl couldn't contain herself and applauded to her nude saviors while the guy silently raised his camera and began snapping pics like a hardened journalist.

"Um, ma'am, I suggest you cover yourself. We all know that San Francisco is a nudist-friendly city, but there are limits to everything," the policeman finally replied.

It was a big mistake on his part, and he realized it as soon as he saw the raging sparks in the blonde's eyes.

"Cover myself? How dare you suggest I rob the world of the sight of my beautiful body?" she stood right in front of the officer and pointed at his chest.

The people around the scene giggled and whispered to each other; nobody expected to see this kind of show when they left homes today. Seeing that situation was getting out of control, Arnold rushed to Leo's--or officer's--rescue and began frantically going over ICA's official talking points. The policeman nodded upon seeing his badge and slowly backed away, realizing that the law wasn't on his side today.

"As you know," Arnold said after taking a deep breath, "Sanflarian women are allowed to be naked in public wherever and whenever they desire, and we're not allowed to stop them."

"That's right!" the countess glared at the defeated man.

The officer looked at Leo and Lala, then back at the nude model, who kept clapping like she just listened to her favorite singer. The naked women could see gears turning in his head as he refused to go down without a fight.

"Yes, but you see, this woman is not Sanflarian!" the policeman finally said, pointing at the model.

The tanned girl pouted and shook her head. Finally, her photographer spoke, his voice pretty high-pitched for a man, but very confident nonetheless:

"We understand your concerns, officer. But my friend Cynthia simply wanted to showcase our appreciation for Sanflarian culture and meet Eleonora the way she'd be comfortable with."

Cynthia started nodding, her rosy lips still curled up in a grin. The policeman wasn't buying it, but then Leo took matters into her own hands.

"Officer, I'm a diplomat from a different world on an official mission," she claimed, "this woman here is with me, and I'm the one who's responsible for her stripping naked today. Therefore, if you want to charge her, you have to charge me as an accomplice. Otherwise, you have to let us go and return to our mission. You wouldn't want to be the reason for an important negotiation to fail, would you?"

The officer frowned, his hands shaking a little from anger. He clearly didn't appreciate this butt-naked girl suddenly coming in and preventing him from doing his job. Still, the stakes were a bit much for a public indecency fine, so he gave it to the Sanflarians and left with the coldest "have a good day" Arnold has ever heard.

Cynthia and her photographer finally breathed a sigh of relief. Before Leo could say anything, the model suddenly jumped on her with a warm, passionate hug. Leo and Lala returned it with equal enthusiasm, the latter happy to find at least some way to cover her front for a moment.

"Appreciate the help," Cynthia said with a sly look, "the fine wouldn't hurt me that much since I'd earn more by posting these pics on OnlyFans anyway, but it'd be a shame to stop our shooting."

"It's nothing. Anyone can see that clothes are completely redundant for a beauty like you. If you ask me, I think you should just throw away your garments and go naked full-time!"

The model giggled at the suggestion but wasn't quick to accept it. Suddenly, their talk was interrupted by a camera click.

"Wow, now that's some quality NIP!" the photographer said with the eyes of a maniac.

"Hey, don't you know that it's rude to take nude pics of a girl before you introduce yourself?" Cynthia jokingly criticized him, to which the man suddenly woke up and apologized.

He explained he was working for an adult website focused on public nudity in San Francisco, which was easy enough to guess given the circumstances. They were on the verge of creating new series with one of their boldest models, Cynthia, traveling through the financial district in the buff with far wider "audience" than she had before.

"Unfortunately, we didn't take into account that there'll also be a higher chance of meeting police," he added. "Anyway, I'm Charlie, happy to meet ya. Especially those of you with no clothes on."

The man bowed and kissed Leo's and Lala's hands with a grin on his face, shamelessly gazing at their curves without interruption.

"Wow. No wonder Sanflaria's diplomacy is so effective. Sending hot babes to negotiate clearly gives you an upper hand."

Leo waved her hand, as if she just received an elegant compliment, while Lala just blushed even more. Three naked girls stood like this for a moment, basking in the attention of the crowd, some of whom clearly supported them getting rid of the policeman with claps and V signs. Then, Cynthia asked to pose with the two, and they did a couple of sexy pictures, their nudity in stark contrast with the surrounding mundanity.

"Hm, if you don't mind me saying, you have interesting breasts," Leo suddenly said and poked at one of Cynthia's boobs.

"Ah yes, I had a boob job a while back so my breasts would fit the rest of my physique," Cynthia shook her large butt, clearly proud of it.

Leo and Lala looked at each other in silent surprise. They kept poking at Cynthia's breasts for a bit more in utter confusion while Charlie commemorated this moment with his camera. When Arnold explained what "boob job" actually was, the Sanflarians seemed even more confused.

"Why would you put some weird implants into your body?" Leo raised her eyebrow.

"Well, don't you have that?" Cynthia asked in surprise, "I thought the girls who go naked all the time would figure out a way to, well, enhance their looks."

Leo and Lala simultaneously shook their heads. The countess then explained that while many Sanflarian girls liked to add tattoos, piercings, or other permanent "accessories" to their look, it was mostly to emphasize something about the girl's character, not change physical aspects of her body. In their culture, shaming a woman--or anyone for that matter--for the aspects of their looks that couldn't be changed was a big taboo, and permanently naked females were especially taught to love themselves as they were created.

"Oh, how I wish I was born in Sanflaria!" Cynthia jested after this heartwarming story.

"Women like you are always welcome to visit," the countess gave the model a loud buttslap.

Cynthia replied in kind but her hand flew right back after encountering Leo's taut buttcheeks.

"Ouch," the model said with a hint of jealousy while Leo gave her a smug look.

The girls were happy to find new allies, chatting with Cynthia and letting Charlie snap pictures from all angles he wanted. Even Lala eased up a little since there was another girl she could share her naked burden with. Arnold felt the positivity rise in him as well, especially when he focused on the model's shapely, beautiful butt. Somehow, even when he thought he got used to naked women, it only took another one stripping to make him lose his mind again. The power of feminine beauty was not to be reckoned with.

"Alright," Charlie finally said as he landed both palms on the Sanflarians' butts without a hint of shame and leaned towards them, "it was very nice to meet you two, but we have to continue with our shooting. It's planned for my girl to walk all the way to the bus station, so she's got a long stroll ahead of her."

There was a hidden offer in his phrasing, and Leo took it right away with a playful wink to her new naked friend.

"We can walk together. Lala and I have some free time before our meeting, and it'll be nice to relax for a bit. Right?"

"R-right," the pink-haired girl forced a smile and gulped as she imagined herself walking through half a district, her body on full display.

Before, she was embarrassed to ride in a van and stand behind the door during the negotiations. Now those scenarios felt like dreams to her. Everything is learned in comparison, Lala thought as she started shivering again. Her only saving grace was Arnold, who was doubtful about letting the Sanflarians walk around after what happened in Nevada and didn't want to derail the schedule.

"Come on, my friend. We've got something amazing on our hands," Charlie said with a devilish grin. "I see you're a NIP admirer just like me. Didn't you ever want to not only see but be a part of such a shoot with the naked girls walking by your side? Not even once?"

Of course, the photographer already knew the answer.

***

The financial district seemed especially crowded and noisy today, with people walking slower than usual and even occasionally bumping into one another. The reason was clear to anyone close enough to see through the crowd: three gorgeous naked ladies walking down the streets at a leisurely pace, letting their feminine curves jiggle along with their steps. They strolled together and held hands, Cynthia being in the middle while Leo and Lala were on the sides. This allowed them to cover a wide part of the road with people stepping aside and letting them pass.

The girls' hips swayed from side to side as if they were models on a catwalk, demonstrating the latest trend in female fashion. Leo would agree with that interpretation aside from adding that unlike regular clothes, nudity never went out of fashion. Both Arnold and Charlie clearly agreed. The agent carefully followed the girls, looking for any kind of threat within a crowd with the thoroughness of a paranoid. The photographer, on the other hand, only had eyes--and lenses--for his beautiful models. He was far from the only one making photos, judging by all the phones pointed at Leo and her entourage.

While they were posing near one of the buildings, Cynthia took a moment to explain something about people taking pictures.

"There are usually three types of folks that do that," the model began while bending forward to highlight her magnificent ass. "The first ones will just remain in place and snap a couple of pics of you. Mostly to remember this moment or make sure their friends believe them when they get drunk and start boasting about it. Then, there are those who'll want to take a selfie with you to make themselves look cool. Boosts their confidence a little."

"And the third type?" Leo asked curiosly, then had to turn away because a couple teens came near her to take selfies.

One of the boys enveloped his hand around the countess' waist while his friend landed his palm on her shoulder.

"Oh, come on, don't be shy!" Leo suddenly grabbed both their palms and put in on her buttcheeks.

The teens blushed at first, but then one got bolder and squeezed Leo's breast with his free hand while her friend took the pictures. The blonde approved this by smiling at her admirer.

"Feels good to not feel those barriers, huh? You have plenty in your society. Good thing you've got me to show how it's supposed to be!"

"Careful!" Cynthia said with a giggle. "Encouraging men is good, but you have to maintain balance. Otherwise, they can lose their sense of boundaries."

Leo replied that if somebody does it, she has all means to respond. With this, the countess raised her arm and flexed her impressive muscles, causing the model to whistle and the spectators around to become more careful with what they did and said.

"Anyway, as I was saying. The third type are people who seem to be very interested in specific parts of your body and aren't shy to show it. Like that!"

Cynthia pointed at Lala, who puffed out her chest and showed V signs with both hands while an old man carefully took pictures of her nipples and pussy, nearly touching them with his phone lens. It looked like the pink-haired girl was holding back tears, her face entirely red, but Leo mistook it for excitement. What else could it be, given Lala's carefree and shameless nature?

"Yes, keep that up, hotties!" Charlie yelled in the mix of creative and sexual pleasure--the best mix there was.

These words seemed to have worked since the trio didn't hold back one bit: they hugged each other, shook their beautiful curves to the audience, and bent over to ensure great angles. The shooting went on until they saw the bus station, but even there Charlie didn't stop and instead asked them to get on the nearby lawn. It was a nice respite, during which the girls could lie on the grass, do stretches, and cheer up the weary office workers coming on and off the public transport. The photos became even more effective once Leo convinced Cynthia to take off her shoes and go barefoot.

The model still wore her earrings and a necklace, though, not trusting the crowd around her enough to hand them over. With that, the three nudists accidentally became somewhat of a chart for Sanflarian fashion while they played and turned in the grass. The first one was Cynthia, who preferred to go in shoewear and wore jewelry. The second one was Lala, barefoot but with bright make-up. Then, of course, came Leo with nothing at all, just like her Many-eyed God intended. Soon the shooting was over, but that didn't mean the fun had stopped. After all, the women still stood stark naked near the popular bus route.

"Thanks, it was great. You'd easily make it to the top in our business," Cynthia said with a hug to her new colleagues.

Then, she turned around and gave the same hug to Arnold, causing him to blush just like Lala did before.

"Come on, man, you gotta be a little more assertive," the photographer said when Cynthia turned to him, groping her entire backside while she graced him with an embrace as well.

Arnold sighed, unsure whether he was annoyed by Charlie's direct approach or a bit jealous of it. Either way, soon the pleasantries were over and Sanflarian girls were free to go. However, Charlie suggested they do another shooting together, saying it'd be good publicity for the website to have an alien nudist noble among their models.

Leo hesitated at first, but then he showed her the page itself, and the blonde's eyes started shining with excitement. An entire catalog of female Earthians baring it all in the public places of San Francisco, despite the societal pressure and the unjust laws aimed to prevent that. Surely she had to support this valiant effort!

"I'll send you cuties our contract so the website will own the photos I made of you, and then you can receive our standard model fee."

The blonde let out a kind but jesting giggle.

"No worries, Charlie. We don't need any money, we'll do it for the love of female nudity!"

And so it was decided. However, there was one more exchange between Leo and Cynthia that Arnold tried to stop, but just weren't fast enough: when the model began putting on her coat, the countess proudly exclaimed that she has to save her ally from the textile slavery and yanked it right from the model's hands. Before Cynthia knew it, her only clothing went to a nearby dumbster, buried between old cartons and rotting food. Lala gasped while Cynthia took a moment to process what happened.

"Well, now it's a no-lifeline shooting!" Charlie laughed. "What's wrong, Cynthia? It's not a big walk to my car, I'm sure you can do it. Besides, you're still shy sometimes, it'll be good to have some practice."

The model stood in silence for a moment, then bit her lip and looked at Leo with lust in her eyes. Whatever that coat was worth to her, it was certainly less than the excitement of going naked through the entire district. The nudies said their goodbyes as if they knew each other for years, and Cynthia was on her way, as nude as she came here. There was only one remaining question: how much time will it take for them to reach the Transamerica Pyramid now?

"My lady, I think we have to move quickly," Lala said, fighting her hectic breathing, "the van will soon be so far away we won't be able to catch it."

Leo raised her eyebrow as if Lala said something weird.

"The van? We aren't traveling with others anymore. After I finished talking to Araman, I said to not wait for us. Now we'll have to make our own way to the Pyramid."

"B-but how?" Lala asked, hopeful that her lady won't be insane enough to suggest they just streak all the way to the door.

Unfortunately, Leo's solution wasn't much better.

"Well, how do you think? We'll go by bus!"

Lala gulped once again. Leo told her about Earthian city transport after returning from Vegas. The tight boxes in which sweaty, angry people were packed like sardines in a can. She wouldn't call it a thrilling experience even by that description alone, but going in there naked? Unfortunately, Leo seemed to have already decided that, so the bodyguard could only follow her along. Still, Lala made a couple attempts to change her mistress' opinion.

"B-but what if there'll be a lot of people?" she whined.

"Don't worry, we don't need that much room!"

"W-what if they'll get aggressive?"

"Then we'll teach them a lesson in Sanflarian culture like we should!"

"What if there'll be, uh, children?" Lala was running out of options.

Leo smirked.

"Then we'll charge their moms for an extracurricular anatomy lesson. Why are you worrying so much? Both of us will be completely fine. There's nothing our equally strong and sexy bodies cannot handle."

Lala wished these words would add confidence, but her legs became weak again as she saw the bus. Judging by the amount of people on the station, it was going to be packed. As Leo confidently strolled to the transport, showered by shocked gazes and comments, her bodyguard realized that her problems were only just beginning.