Naked at Work Pt. 01

[Author's note] Thank you to everyone who liked and commented on all of my stories. Here is my next submission. It is longer than the first one and will be broken up into multiple parts.

Actions have consequences, especially unintended ones. What seems like innocent fun at the time can quickly turn into a nightmare. But in my case, the nightmare became a dream come true. My name is Cindy, and I worked as a consultant at the largest marketing firm on the East Coast. I was fortunate enough to get this job right out of college. I'm 28 and single; I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I'm 5'8, with long shapely legs, 32C breasts, and a tight, toned butt from years of riding a bicycle. But most importantly, I hate wearing clothes. Always have, always will. Any kind of clothing on my skin is irritating and uncomfortable. Maybe I'm allergic to clothes; who knows. I wouldn't classify myself as a nudist per se, or an exhibitionist for that matter; I love to be naked. I'm always naked at my house, and I have a private backyard where I work on my all-over tan. My family tolerates my nudity, but they never visit me, and I am not allowed to visit them unless I wear clothes. Needless to say, we don't see each other often. I do have a small circle of friends who do support me and my nudity, which is refreshing because few people do. My dream was to be able to work naked, go shopping naked, or go anywhere naked without fear of being arrested or harassed by judgmental people. This is my story about how that dream became reality.

It was Friday afternoon, and I had decided to stay late to finish working on a marketing proposal to be presented at a board meeting next Friday. I could have come in over the weekend to finish it, but I wanted to be naked all weekend, and I couldn't be naked at the office. Or so I thought. By 5:00 pm, almost everyone had left the office. There were a few stragglers left who were finishing up their work as well. By 5:30 pm, everyone had left except my boss, Mr. Hansen, and me. Finally, Mr. Hansen walked by my desk and told me not to work too late, that we still had a week to get the proposal finalized. I told him I wouldn't and watched him get on the elevator to leave.

At 6:00 pm, I got up from my desk and walked around the entire floor to make sure there was no one left but me. Seeing no one else, I returned to my desk and unbuttoned my blouse. I had never done anything this crazy, and I knew I would be fired immediately if I got caught, but that did not stop me. I had to get out of these ridiculous clothes! Did I mention I love being naked? I took off my blouse and reached behind me to unclasp my bra. I slipped off my bra and felt somewhat normal again. I then unzipped my short skirt and let it drop to the floor. I then removed my black thong panties and finally felt normal again. Ahh! What a relief! Being naked feels so much better! This was such a rush! It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt so alive! I picked up my clothes and stuffed them into my oversized purse. Then I sat down at my desk and continued my work.

Before I knew it, 2 hours had passed, but I was able to finish the proposal. I double- and triple-checked all the details of the proposal and proofread the document to check for misspelled words or grammatical errors. Finally, I sent everything to the printer to make a copy for Mr. Hansen. As I walked to the print room, it was then that it hit me; I was walking around naked at the office. It felt amazing, it felt natural, it felt normal. I did not feel any shame or embarrassment. I felt emboldened, empowered; I felt like I could take on the world and win. I collected all the paperwork from the printer and put everything in a binder. I delivered the binder to Mr. Hansen's office and placed it on his desk. Feeling relieved that the proposal was done and everything was perfect, I left Mr. Hansen's office to gather my things to go home. As I got to my desk, I heard Mr. Hansen's voice from behind me. He didn't sound happy.

"Cindy! What is the meaning of this? What are you doing walking around here naked? I should fire you right now!" he shouted.

I quickly spun around to see an angry Mr. Hansen. I was so shocked to see him, and I knew he had already seen my naked body, so there was no point in trying to cover myself. I wasn't embarrassed or ashamed.

"Please don't fire me, Mr. Hansen. I can explain. I waited until everyone left, then decided to take off these uncomfortable clothes. I am always more comfortable naked, and I didn't think anyone would see me, so I didn't see the harm. I'm so sorry, Mr. Hansen. I'll get dressed, and I promise it won't happen again. Just please don't fire me. I really need this job." I pleaded.

"Really? Didn't see the harm? Didn't see the harm in walking around naked in a corporate office building with our reputation on the line, where every employee is expected to conduct themselves at a certain level of professionalism both in manner and appearance? Multiple companies operate out of this building. What if one of their employees accidentally got off the elevator on the wrong floor and saw you running around naked? If word got out, our reputation would be highly damaged, if not ruined," he said.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Hansen. I took every precaution I could think of to make sure no one saw me. I waited until everyone left. I made sure there was no one else on this floor. When I was sure no one else was around, only then did I get naked. I just wanted to feel more comfortable while I worked on the proposal. I was able to finish it and put a copy on your desk when...."

"Wait! You finished the proposal? Seriously? In a little over 2 hours? You're kidding, right? Is this all an elaborate joke?" he asked.

"No, sir! Look on your desk! I promise it's finished. Look for yourself." I replied.

Mr. Hansen went into his office and ordered me to follow him. He told me to sit down in a chair in front of his desk. He spent the next 15 minutes going over the proposal. Then he looked at me, then back at the proposal, then back at me. Finally, he spoke, "I don't know what to say. This is fantastic work, Cindy! This is impressive! You are the hardest-working employee I have. But you have put me in a very precarious situation by walking around here naked tonight. Based on the quality of the work you did putting this proposal together; I can't justify firing you just yet. I do have to write you up and put you on probation. However, I don't think that is enough to correct the situation."

"I will do anything to keep my job, sir! I interrupted.

"Even if it involves being humiliated and hopefully humbled? he asked.

"Yes, sir!" I replied.

"Well then, every day next week you will come to work just like you are right now, naked. You will do your normal duties, you will go to lunch, you will go home naked. Also, to top it off, you will spend the next week working on the presentation to the full board of directors on Friday, which you will give... naked. Any attempt to wear clothes, call in sick, or avoid your job responsibilities will result in your immediate termination. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir. But what about HR? Won't they have an issue with this?" I asked. "What about our company's reputation if someone sees me walking around naked?" I continued.

"Cindy, I don't think you are in any position to bring up HR. But I will deal with them Monday morning. I will get them to sign off on my idea of punishment. Don't throw our reputation back at me either. There is a stairwell at the back of the parking garage that hardly anyone uses. You can use that to come and go unseen with little chance someone sees you. Most people are too lazy to take the stairs anyway, so the odds of someone seeing you are minimal. So, do you agree to these terms or do you wish to quit right now?" he asked.

"I agree, sir," I said sheepishly.

"Good. Then you can start tonight by going home naked. I can see your car in the parking lot from the window behind me. You can take the elevator tonight since there is no one else in the building except the security guard. I better not see you try to get dressed once you get in your car. Do I make myself clear?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I replied. Me get dressed? Seriously? He doesn't know me very well, obviously, I thought.

"Excellent. Thank you again for the amazing job you did putting this proposal together. Go home, get some rest this weekend. You have a very important week ahead of you. Goodnight, Cindy," he said.

"Thank you, sir. Have a great weekend! Goodnight, Mr. Hansen." I replied. Then I left his office, turned off my computer, grabbed my purse, and headed to the elevator. Once on the elevator, I let out a big sigh of relief. I was able to keep my job, for now, but at what cost to me and my dignity. It's one thing to be naked around a handful of friends who don't judge you. It's another to be naked where hundreds of people could see you. Was I ready for this? What had I got myself into? Could I really go through with Mr. Hansen's punishment, or would I turn in my resignation Monday morning?

When the elevator doors opened, I walked through the lobby right past the security desk. The security guard was too busy playing some game on his cell phone to notice a naked woman walking past him. Typical. I walked outside and felt the warm night air envelope my body like a blanket. I needed this! I could feel the tension leave my body, and I started to feel like myself again. My confidence slowly returned, and I felt comfortable again. I had a spring in my step as I walked to my car. Since I knew Mr. Hansen was watching, I even did a twirl or two just for good measure. If he thinks I'm going to be the least bit humiliated by being naked all next week, he's got another thing coming. He doesn't know me well at all. Just to prove a point, I opened the trunk of my car and placed my purse, with my clothes inside, in the trunk. I did take out my wallet so I could stop and get something to eat. I got in my car and pulled out of the parking lot. I didn't want Mr. Hansen to see me flip him off, and then I burst out laughing.

I was really hungry and decided to take a big risk by going through the drive-thru of a local fast-food restaurant. I was feeling emboldened, and maybe even a little naughty, so I wanted to see how far I could take this. But right now, my hunger was more important than my nudity. I placed my order, then pulled up to the window to pay. There was an older woman working the drive-thru; I am guessing early to mid-forties with her long black hair in a ponytail. She takes my bank card and swipes it through the card reader, then hands me my card back along with my receipt. She does not notice that I am naked. A couple of minutes later, she hands me my order and wishes me a good night. I felt a little let down that she didn't notice I was naked and was curious as to why. So, I decided to ask her about it.

"Excuse me," I said.

"Yes, ma'am. Is there something else I can get you?" She asked.

"No, I'm just curious. Did you notice I'm not wearing any clothes? I asked.

"Yes, I noticed. But we get so many naked and half-naked college students here every Friday and Saturday night that it's no big deal anymore. The novelty has worn off, as they say," she replied.

"Wait, are you serious? Aren't you supposed to call the cops or something? Isn't it against the law to be naked in public?" I asked.

"To be honest, I really don't know the answer to that. You would think so. We did call the cops after it started a few months ago, but they just brushed it off. They didn't even come out and make a report. I called the sheriff, and he said his deputies have more important things to do than chase around a bunch of naked college kids just having some fun," she replied.

"So, I can come here naked anytime I want, and you won't call the cops on me?" I ask.

"As long as you come through the drive-thru, it will not be a problem. Most of my staff have worked enough Friday and Saturday nights that they have gotten used to seeing a naked body in all shapes, sizes, and colors. They already know not to call the cops because they won't do anything. So, my staff and I just enjoy the view! Who knows, maybe one day we will have a section in our dining room for naked patrons! Wouldn't that be something?" she replied.

"I would eat here every day if that ever happens!" I exclaimed. We both laughed at that.

"Can I ask why you are naked? You don't seem like a college student. Did you lose a bet or is this some kind of prank?" she asked.

"No, no, nothing like that. I hate wearing clothes, and I feel much more comfortable naked. My skin gets irritated and itches whenever I wear clothes, no matter what the material is. I just love being naked." I replied.

"Sounds like you are allergic to clothes!" she laughed.

"I hope so!" I laughed.

"Well, you are welcome to come through my drive-thru naked anytime you want!" she replied.

"Thank you, I will! Have a good night!" I replied. She said goodnight, and I left the drive-thru feeling even more emboldened. Now I know where I can go for lunch next week.