A revealing Orientation

After a short, but brisk walk through the less than bustling business district, Natalie arrives at the Wawaki Tourism Bureau, a subsidiary of the larger Wawaki Enterprises. It’s a tall skyscraper, a sight Natalie is all too familiar with. The large obelisk of steel and concrete stands out among the traditional stone and wooden buildings surrounding it.

Natalie can hardly contain her nerves, taking deep breaths as she entered the building. Walking up to the receptionist, Natalie could tell she really didn’t want to be there, as she was engrossed in her phone, turned away from the lobby she was supposed to be managing.

“H-Hello! I’m Natalie Smith.”

“So?” The young woman replies.

“So?!” Taken aback, Natalie controlled herself, trying to stay calm. “I’m here to meet with Donovan Lucien?”

“Oh…” The receptionist puts down her phone and presses a button on her desk. “Mr. Lucien, a Natalie Smith is requesting you.” A couple seconds of silence go by before she looks up at Natalie.

“He’ll be down shortly.” She then turns back around, hand almost glued to her phone whilst giving Natalie no more time of day.

“T-Thanks!” She says with a bright smile, but is hardly reciprocated by the young receptionist.

Minutes go by as Natalie twiddles her thumbs, correctly assuming talking with the receptionist would get her no where. Thankfully for her, this awkward bout of silence is quickly interrupted by the ding of an elevator to her left. The doors open, revealing a tall, larger man of darker complexion, darker even compared to the locals. His salt and pepper hair and beard clashes with his almost hypnotic deep blue eyes, seemingly brimming with joy as he approaches Natalie with open arms and a large smile.

“Hello there Miss Smith! It is great to see you here finally!” He wraps his arms around her, hugging her tight. Natalie then feels two light slaps against her butt cheeks, startling her and forcing out an awkward, nervous laugh out of her.

“Oh, sorry there. I forgot you’re not too accustomed to our traditional greetings yet.” Lucien steps back, holding his hand out towards Natalie.

Rosy cheeked and somewhat surprised that their traditional greeting was indeed real and not some perverted old man’s lie, Natalie hesitantly grabs Lucien’s hand and shakes it firmly. “I-It’s gonna be hard yo get used to, but I’m sure I’ll adapt…” She says face.

“Adaptable! Exactly what I need for this position, Miss Smith. Already you’ve impressed me, not that your interview didn’t in the first place.” Lucien guides her to the elevator, heaping praise upon Natalie in a way she’s grossly unfamiliar with. As the doors close, their conversation continues.

“T-Thanks Sir, I really appreciate it, greatly!”

“You deserve to be here, Miss Smith. Out of all 250 candidates for this position, you were the only person I could envision being our Naturalist Ambassador.”

“Wow, really? I didn’t know so many people were looking for this position.” Natalie replies.

“It’s a storied occupation. In truth, this position has existed for hundreds of years, under a different, less formal context of course, but it wouldn’t be Wawaki without it.” Lucien explains.

“Now I’m staring to think I’m under qualified for this position, Sir.” Natalie jokes, followed by a hearty laugh from Lucien.

The rest of the elevator ride consisted of small talk before the two made it to the top floor. Stepping out, Natalie quickly summarized that this room was Lucian’s office, a grand sized room with windows for her boss to overlook the entire business district.

“Why don’t you take a seat and we’ll begin your orientation.” Lucien says before walking over to his desk. Natalie follows closely behind before sitting down gently across from him. From the two degrees on his wall to expensive looking desk, Natalie could tell this man was powerful, not just in statue, but in status.

“Now, before you can officially enact your duties here as our Naturalist Ambassador, we do need you to sign this contract.” Lucien hands Natalie a stack of papers so thick, she’s surprised the whole thing was stabled together. Flipping through it, Natalie becomes easily overwhelmed, unsure where to even sign.

“What’s all this for?” Natalie asks.

“Oh, just some legal paperwork, security guarantees, and your rights and liberties working for Wawaki Enterprises.” Lucien explains.

Confused, Natalie keeps flipping page after page. Concerns about the length and vague description Lucien just gave keep in her mind, but then she remembers just how friendly the man she’s sitting across from is. He wouldn’t make her sign a contract that goes against her best interests, right? Besides, it’d probably take all day for her to read and highlight the whole thing.

“A-Alright, where do I sign?” Natalie asks.

Lucien takes the contract, immediately turning to a page near the end of the comically large stack. He then gives the contract back, along with a pen to sign.

“Here you go, Miss Smith. Oh and don’t worry, we’ll provide you with a copy in case you have questions regarding your rights and duties.”

Natalie’s hand shakes as she grabs the pen, still concerned about what truly lies in the depth of lawyer approved writing in front of her. Everything here reads fishy, but this is a public, government funded company, right? The government here surely isn’t working with scammers or bad actors.

Hesitantly, Natalie signs the contract, breathing a sigh of relief after ripping the metaphorical bandage off. Lucien takes the contract back and stores it in his drawer.

“Great! Welcome to Wawaki Enterprises, Natalie Smith, as our official Naturalist Ambassador. Now firstly, you’re going to need to change uniforms.” Lucien stands up with a wide grin on his face, eyeing the young woman up.

“Uniform? Is my skirt too short or something?” Natalie asks, adjusting the hem of her skirt.

“Oh, not at all! You see, the Naturalist Ambassador needs to wear a “specific” uniform. You’ll need to stand out from the crowd of business suits around here.”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware of that. May I see the uniform?”

“Not yet. First, you’ll need to take your clothes off.”

Natalie initially is taken aback, shaking her head and swearing she heard him wrong. “Sorry, what?”

“Strip, completely. Disrobe all your clothes, get naked. I’m using the correct terminology, right? My English is far from perfect.”

“N-No, I understand what you’re saying, Sir. It’s just…” Natalie’s cheeks begin to glow red. “I hardly think stripping here is appropriate in an office environment.”

“I know, but what were you expecting? You signed up for this position.” Lucien replies.

“What?” Natalie sounds offended. “Why would I expect to strip naked in your office on the first day? Are you insane?”

“It’s part of the position, Miss Smith. Trust me, I have a loving wife at home, so don’t misconstrue your duties with any misguided assumptions about my faithfulness.” Lucien says, his tone shifting more serious than Natalie expected out of the kind older man. “Now trust me, and strip.”

Natalie can hardly make out Lucien’s motive. Was he testing her? Was this a last minute ploy to gauge her loyalty to the company? Is he actually just a pervert desperate for love outside his possibly rocky marriage? Who’s to say, but one thing Natalie knows for sure, is that she has little to no choice. She can’t exactly pass up this opportunity, and given she’s in a foreign country with no other jobs lined up, what other options does she have?

“Surely this is a test, or maybe another cultural thing, yeah!” Natalie thinks to herself, trying to latch onto any explanation for such a bizarre request.

“O-Okay… but please don’t stare!” Natalie asks, her cheeks now beet red.

“Okay?” Lucien replies with a perplexed expression.

Natalie stands up, and hesitantly begins stripping off her clothes. Unbuttoning her shirt, she could already feel her heart racing. Was she actually going to strip for her boss, on her first day no less? It sounds insane, like one of those cheesy erotica novels she read in high school.

After the last button becomes undone, she pulls her arms out of each sleeve, exposing her bare arms and torso. She can feel butterflies moving in her stomach as her bright pink bra is exposed in the open air. Weirdly enough though, Lucien’s reaction to her stripping so far seems, unbothered. The expected lustful gaze Natalie was prepared for is strangely absent, with only a look of apathy in its place.

After kicking off her heels, the next thing to go is her skirt. She feels nauseous zipping her skirt zipper down, and before she knows it, her black pencil skirt was pooled around her ankles. Stepping out of them, she immediately feels a chill crawling down her spine, either from her nerves or the slight breeze in the room.

Down to just her pantyhose and underwear, Natalie struggles to pull down what little clothing she has left down her legs. Hooking her thumbs into both pantyhose and panties, she slides her hands down her slender legs before stepping out of her lower undergarments. Immediately she covers her exposed pussy, ashamed to have her blonde bush exposed to her boss.

Now shaking, Natalie, with one hand, begins to undo her bra. The butterflies in her stomach were now fluttering around like crazy, with her feeling like puking with how embarrassed she feels. Despite her lack of enthusiasm and using only one hand, Natalie is quick to take her bra off, letting it fall to the ground with the rest of her clothes. Her large, bountiful breasts bounce into their natural resting position on her chest. Regrettably, Natalie forgot about her pierced nipples, now fully exposed to the open air and her boss. She immediately covers her sex mounds, forgetting just how sensitive her nipples are and almost moans from the sudden stimulation.

“You look amazing! I knew you’d be great for the role, but with this body, it feels like you were born for this position.” Lucien says, completely ignoring Natalie’s embarrassment and brewing anger.

“A-a-about that uniform?” She stammers.

“Oh, of course! Look at me, getting distracted!” Lucien laughs before opening a drawer in his desk. To her shock, he pulls out a singular pair of homemade slippers made from sticks and leaves.

“W-W-Where’s the rest of it?!” Natalie exclaims nervously.

“The rest? This is your uniform!” Lucien clarifies.

Natalie’s head begins to spin. Not only is she naked, but now is being told all she gets to wear is a pair of flip flops?! She almost wants to scream, but her body won’t let her out of sheer humiliation.

“You can’t be serious! Where’s the rest of my clothes?” Natalie asks.

“What’s wrong? This is the traditional footwear and uniform of the Naturalist Ambassador.” Lucien elaborates.

“But I can’t work like this! I-I-I’m naked!?”

“So? That’s part of being the Naturalist Ambassador, no?”

“What?!??” Natalie exclaims.

“You didn’t know? The Naturalist Ambassador is to be naked, as per traditional rules. Did no one explain this to you?”

Natalie tries to wrap her head around this insane situation she has gotten herself into. Her heart is racing, her body is tingling, and her stomach is churning. Not a single part of her interview mention she’d be nude whilst working. She knew this job offer was too good to be true!