Chapter 7: The return home

I stand there, still naked as the day as I was born, but now $25,000 richer and ready to go home. I’m still a bit shook about exposing myself to my new co-workers, and the fact that I’ll need to do this again and again each day has my mind rattled. The thought of coming into work each day and stripping down to nothing but heels each morning sounds insane. I wonder to myself if I made a mistake signing that contract, but then I remember that I have 25k in my hands, so maybe it is worth it.

But at least today is almost over. Soon enough I’ll get my clothes back and get back to my apartment, where I can relax for the rest of the night while I figure out how to spend my newly found fortune.

The clock strikes 10 PM. Everyone that I got to meet today was relaxing in the break room, sharing some snacks and watching something on the TV, except for Naomi who left shortly after I made the deal with Monroe. I guess she went back to her editing room or something. For all I know she’s flicking her bean to my nude body or more footage of the show. I know I shouldn’t be judgmental, but it wasn’t like she gave me the best first impressions.

“Alright everyone, I feel like it’s time we close up the studio today so Sophia over here can get some good sleep for tomorrow! I’ll make sure to email everyone their new filming schedule and deadlines tomorrow morning,” Monroe says as she begins to leave the break room.

“All studio rooms are ready for filming tomorrow Mrs. Monroe!” Jack says with an enthusiastic smile, along with a small chuckle that trails off his sentence.

“You made sure to clean up all your messes, right Mr. Henderson?” Monroe says, tongue in cheek.

Jack blushed a bit and glances down at his own dick, which only makes me blush and look away.

“I’m sure of it boss!” He replied.

Still, the thought of this Jack guy's… fluids all over the sets fills my mind, and it only makes me want to puke out of disgust. If I start tomorrow feeling something sticky on my chair, I’m quitting on the spot!

“It’s been so much fun to meet you Sophia! I can’t wait to see you tomorrow as beautiful as ever!” Ashley says to me before walking out the door. I am still not used to her compliments, let alone her compliments about my body. I know she means well, but it feels like I’m always being gawked at by her.

Nevertheless, I follow everyone out the door and back into the main lobby where all of this started. I keep the briefcase in front of my hips to better cover my crotch, and of course my arms cover my boobs the best they can. It is almost pitch black outside, besides a couple street lamps outside and the lights outside the building. It was like a shadow engulfed the entire building, it is that dark out. It is a bit nerve wracking to see, as I am always used to the streets being lit up a lot more back in the main city, but this news studio is on the outskirts of the city for some reason.

Everyone was in the lobby now, including Naomi, who’s hair looks a bit disheveled like she was laying down somewhere. I can only imagine what she was doing in the editing room.

Restless to put back on some clothes, I quickly walk up to Monroe as everyone else was giving their goodbyes.

“So, ahh, Where’d you put my clothes, Mrs. Monroe?” I ask, feeling even more exposed now that I’m asking for them back. I am crouched so low as I cover my important bits that I feel like the hunchback or that Igor guy.

“Your clothes? Why would you need those?” Monroe replied nonchalantly.

“W-What do you mean? I want to get dressed so I can go home!” I say in confusion.

“Oh, did you not fully read your contract Mrs. Gardner? Specifically the nudity clause section b, subsection a?” Monroe asked me, and at this point I begin to panic.

“Erm… Well, I-I-I skimmed through the last couple of pages, so I might need a refresher…” I lie through my teeth. I barely even read most of the contract, but I guess the huge stacks of money took more priority in my mind.

“Well then, as stated in your company contract, it states that… All reporters under the company Naked News Network must remain in their state of nudity, besides their choice of footwear and accessories, for the entirety of their employment, both on and off their scheduled work hours.” Monroe read from the contract papers in her hands.

It takes me a couple moments to fully realize what she just said, but I felt like I was drowning in a sea of dread each second as the realization dawned on me. I have to stay naked, even while not on the job! Instantly I felt my cheeks redden and my skin develop goosebumps all over my bare body. A lump forms in my stomach and I feel like I’m going to throw up at any moment.

“B-Bu-but that means I have to drive home, N-N-N-NAKED!” I say as I push my arm and briefcase closer to my privates.

“Yep, everyday until your contract expires, you will spend it all without a stitch of clothing on your body! It’s to get you used to being naked on camera, besides, what if we get a breaking news report while everyone is wearing clothes? No one will tune in and by the time we get ready to report on it, it’s old news by then,” Monroe explains, to which I call bullshit.

“Y-You can’t just keep my clothes away from me like this! I don’t want to be naked forever!” I reply, panicked and very overwhelmed. The thought of spending every waking moment naked sounds like ****.

“I mean, you could negotiate a contract cancellation, but that’ll take a couple weeks to file, and I’d need to take away your sign-on bonus plus extra fees. If all of this was to just waste my time and money, I won’t be so charitable to you, especially since you didn’t read the contract,” Monroe says, to which I feel even more like I’m about to spiral down in my own embarrassment.

“I can’t believe it, is she really threatening to take my money over this?”

All I want is to get my clothes and be done with this, but that means spending even more money to get out of this weird-ass contract! If they’re willing to give me 25k, I’m sure they can take even more from me! I feel like a complete fool for not reading over the contract more, than maybe I wouldn’t be in this situation.

“It can’t be that bad, right? Where do you live anyway?” Jack asks.

“I live in a fucking apartment with hundreds of people inside! If they catch me naked It’ll be the end of me!” I reply. I feel like the world is falling apart in front of my eyes.

“Well damn, I guess I never considered that…” Jack replies.

“I-I know it sounds odd, and incredibly embarrassing, but it really isn’t that bad. I’m sure you’ll be okay. Trust me, my first time was so intense, but you get used to it!” Ashley says, trying her best to comfort me, but it doesn’t work. I can never imagine what would happen if someone at my apartment saw me, or Mr. Thomas!

“You could just sleep here. The break rooms couches are pretty comfy,” Naomi suggests.

While not having to leave the safety of the station sounds nice, I fear that if I do it too much, Thomas'll kick me out of my apartment along with all my stuff. I can’t imagine losing everything like that. Plus, he would instantly know if I was gone, leading him to being suspicious and worried about me. I don’t want the old man to feel that way.

So, I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. Do I cancel my contract and possibly go bankrupt along with possibly going homeless, or do I brave it and stay naked for as long as my contract lasts. While one option comes with potential social suicide, the other could lead to absolute financial ruin. Today has been an emotional roller coaster of decisions, huh…

But after a couple of minutes of debating my decision, something in my mind, subconsciously or not makes me lean toward the more embarrassing side of this terrible coin toss. Even thinking about it sends a weird feeling deep down my core. It isn’t an unpleasant feeling oddly enough.

“Fine… but where exactly did you put my clothes? I need my stuff from my pockets,” I ask.

“We keep all of our employees clothes here just in case of emergencies. Oh, and here’s your belongings!” Monroe says before handing me my keys, wallet, and phone.

“Does this count as an emergency?” I ask in a meek tone, and based on my day so far I can already tell the answer.

“Of course not. To better prepare yourself for the workplace environment, it’s best that you refrain from using your emergency outfit unless there is something you need to do that requires you to wear clothes. All of this was in your contract, for your information,” Monroe explains.

“Note to self, review the contract when you get home tonight…”

Monroe hands me all of my stuff, and I grab it with my boob covering arm quickly, holding them all against my tits like a lunatic. I feel so dumb having to hold all my stuff up against my naked body, but I just can’t help but cover myself the most I can. The worst part is that I feel my keys and wallet poking against my titties, which feels mildly uncomfortable to say the least.

“Oh Sophia, I highly recommend you bring a purse next time, I learned that the hard way! See, doesn’t it look cute!” Ashley says after watching me struggle to hold my items up against my chest. Her bag was pretty cute though, being a pink snake skin bag. It rests right up against her child-bearing hips, and makes her boobs stand out even more.

“I’ll take you up on that advice…” I reply, still reeling from what I just, literally, signed up for.

After a couple of minutes, I watch both Jack and Ashley walk out of the building so casually, I can’t even imagine how desensitized they are to being naked outside at this point. They are either next level perverts or full time nudists.

“I’ll close down the place and stay overnight. I still have a batch of blooper reels I need to finish editing,” Naomi says from behind me.

“Well then, goodnight you two! Make sure the place doesn’t explode Ms. Watanabe,” Monroe says.

“I’ll try my best, but no guarantees,” Naomi sarcastically replies.

So I watch as Monroe leaves as well, getting into her car and drives away, leaving me alone with Naomi in the station office. Suddenly, the lights around me turn off, making me jump a little in surprise. I quickly turn around and see Naomi at the light switch.

“What, scared of the dark?” Naomi asked in her monotone voice.

“N-Not exactly…” I reply. While I may not be scared of the dark, I’m scared of being naked in a dark place I’m not familiar with. I feel so ****, like anyone could come up and grope me at any minute.

I step forward toward the front door and stare out at the parking lot. My car is perfectly illuminated by the street lamp above it, while everything else around it is covered in darkness. I feel like I’m in some kind of horror movie with the situation I find myself in. A beautiful woman stuck naked trying to get to her car in the middle of the night, and then BLAM! A Slasher Maniac comes running after me!

I feel frozen in fear and embarrassment. While it’s pretty unlikely that I’ll be chased down by some serial killer, I still don’t want to step a foot outside completely fucking naked!

“Yo, why you still here, dude?” Naomi says out of nowhere, causing me to jump and let out a scared sounding yelp and gasp, causing me to drop my keys. I turn around on the dime and see Naomi standing right in front on me.

“Jesus, do you mind warning me before doing that? I almost had a heart attack!” I yell at Naomi, who seems unfazed by my anger. I’ve never met a person whose personality and voice can be described as monotone.

“Okay, sorry… But why are you still here? Do you wanna stay the night here with me? Cause if you are, I already called dibs on the side couch,” Naomi says, barely apologizing.“N-no, no, I-I'm leaving… it’s just…”

“Scared to go out there in the buff?” Naomi says, now standing in front of the door with my keys in her hands. This time I don’t jump out of my own skin, but it’s still really creepy. This small, naked Asian woman is surprisingly light on her feet, which I don’t know if I should be impressed or terrified of.

“Yeah… thanks,” I reply as I quickly snatch my keys before covering my boobs again.

“You really need to get used to not covering so much. Our viewers are here for two things, The News and Boobs,” Naomi says as she not-so subtly stares at my chest.

“Then why is Jack naked?” I ask

“Some dudes like dick, and there’s more than just dudes who like naked women. Have you ever thought that girls might like girls? Maybe you should be a bit more open minded,” Naomi says sarcastically, at least I think it’s sarcasm.

“Well, whatever… I’m still scared to go out there,” I reply to get back on topic.

“Why? No one’s out there or anything? Besides, everyone’s naked underneath their clothes. I walk outside naked all the time,” Naomi says, which I don’t think she’s even trying to help.

“B-But I’m not like you, I’m…”

“Not a creep? A perv?” Naomi interrupts me.

“N-No, no! I don’t think that at all!” I say, lying a bit. I do think a lot of the people here are at least weird, but I have definitely flagged Naomi as a perv, but more of a casual perv. But I wasn’t expecting Naomi to basically read my mind!

“Yeah, don’t bullshit me. You think me and the others are giant creeps who like to be naked and jerk off all day, and I mean you’re only half right, especially in Jacks case…” Naomi says.

“Your point?” I ask, a bit confused as to what she’s getting to.

“What I mean is, is that we aren’t that turbo creeps you think we are. Sure, we could have given you a better first impression, but really we’re just people that are very comfortable in their skin, and I can speak for all of us when I say we feel bad for you,” Naomi says.

“Feel bad?”

“Yeah. It’s obvious that you didn’t know what you were getting into when you saw that job listing, and now you feel like your life is falling apart, but trust me you’ll be fine. Besides, this place pays really well; I could afford a second PC set up only after a paycheck or two. It’s gonna be embarrassing and hard for the first week or two, but you wouldn’t have been picked by Mrs. Monroe if she didn’t see something in you,” Naomi says in a long winded speech.

I feel somewhat bad for Naomi, especially if she feels like I’ve been (thinking of her as a creep this entire time. It might be a bit hurtful, but she was jilling off right in front of me! How could I not call you a creep?

She does have a point though. This job could get me a lot of money, especially with what the 25k sign-on bonus tells me about the company. Maybe I should just tough through it for the length of my contract and save enough to pay off my debt. The only issue is, well, I’m still completely butt-ass naked!

“Erm, thanks, I really needed to hear that…” I reply. I’m still not all that jazzed about my situation, but at least I know this Naomi girl isn’t a complete creep.

“Cool. So, when you leavin’?” Naomi asked, crossing her arms over her bare chest.

“Great… Reminded just how terrified I am of walking outside…”

“Do you mind walking me to my car? I’d greatly appreciate it!” I ask Naomi. Even with a small boost of reassurance from Naomi, I still feel uncomfortable walking out into the dark parking lot with nothing but a briefcase in front of my coochie.

Naomi stays silent, seemingly thinking to herself, debating if she should help me. While it would suck, I would understand her not wanting to help, especially with the creep comments I made about her.

“Eh, sure. Follow me,” Naomi says before immediately opening the door outside the building. I nervously follow her out the building, and I already feel my heart beat faster and faster with each step I take away from the safety of the station.

The cool night air against my bare naked skin clashes with the nervous sweat all across my body. I never thought I’d ever be in my underwear outside, let alone completely naked with only a pair of heels on. It feels so wrong, but I feel something odd within my core, something that isn’t unpleasant.

I feel like there are hundreds of unseen eyes everywhere in the darkness, staring at my butt and boobs as they bounce slightly with each step. It’s so cold that I feel my nipples pressed against my forearm like they were mini daggers stabbing my flesh.

My breathing is frantic and my eyes look around everywhere, fearful that someone or something will burst out of the darkness and grab me. The silence of the outside besides the occasional car driving by and the patter of Naomi’s feet and my heels makes the darkness feel even more foreboding, like it consumes all other sounds in the area like some Eldritch monster. I feel so exposed and **** without my clothes, with only this brief case and my arm covering my important bits, except my ass unfortunately.

The only thing keeping me somewhat grounded and sane as I walk through the parking lot naked is Naomi right in front of me. For some reason my eyes always drift down towards her ass, her pale, bubbly ass. The way each cheek shifts up and down as she walks is strangely calming for some reason. I fear that this whole situation is going to reveal a lot about me, some things I thought would never be part of my being before.

What felt like minutes on end was actually only a couple seconds before we reach my car. I shift my arm holding the briefcase up to my chest to hold my wallet and phone while I take my keys and unlock my car. I feel so exposed not having my money briefcase over my pussy, but thankfully it was only a couple seconds.

“See, no spooky pervert is out here. Now go home and get some rest, you’ll need it,” Naomi says before she begins walking away.

“T-Thank you, Naomi. I’m sorry for calling you a cre—!” I say, but I’m swiftly interrupted by a small and gentle slap on my ass from behind right as Naomi passes me. I almost drop my suitcase, but I catch it just in time.

“What the hell!?!” I exclaim, face red and pouting as I watch Naomi walking away, most likely with a smirk on her face.

“Sorry, gotta keep up my reputation as a creep. See ya!” Naomi says, waving me goodbye before walking back inside the building.

“At least she has a sense of humor…”

I ignore her and quickly get inside my car. I place the suitcase and the rest of my stuff on the seat next to me and start my engine. The feeling of my naked body against the leather seat feels odd, almost wrong in a way, but I can’t deny it felt kinda good against my ass. The seat belt on the other hand was terrible against my bare chest. The strap scrapes against my boobs as I drive, scratching me each time I turn the wheel. It felt like a piece of sand paper was constantly scratching me the entire ride home, which I don’t need to explain why that isn’t great. Maybe I’ll use some of my 25k to buy a comfy strap for my seatbelt, especially since apparently I’ll be driving to and from work naked.

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I park in the driveway in my usual spot and turn off the engine. I stare out at the sea of cars in front of me, and I look up at my apartment building. It’s days like these where I regret being on the higher floors of the building. More stairs means more chances to get caught by someone, and if I’m caught, anything could happen.

I mentally couldn’t get out of my car with how embarrassed I am to step out. The thought of being seen naked by a stranger, a neighbor, or worse Mr. Thomas runs through my mind as I sit with my head in my hands.

“You’ve gotten this far Sophie, you can make it through the rest!”

I slowly open my car door until it’s wide open. I grab my the suitcase and my other items with me before locking the door.

“I can’t believe it, I’m fucking naked in the city!” I whisper to myself. The one upside is that the streets are so well lit in the city, so I feel much safer compared to the outskirts of town. Granted, this doesn’t change the fact that I’m naked, which is the main concern here.

I hold the suitcase up to my chest and cover my pussy with my wallet and phone in the other hand. The suitcase is a bit heavy against my chest, but it works for covering my tits.

And so, I sneakily walk through the waves of cars, looking every which way to make sure I don’t bump into anyone. I bet to anyone else, I look ridiculous. I crouch as low as I can go in office heels, giving me decent cover with the cars in the parking lot. I jump a little when I accidentally touch the cars with my bare hips or ass occasionally, but other than that it goes smoothly for now.

My heart beats faster as I approach the front door, ready to see who was still in the lobby. I dreadfully know that there is no chance I can get to my room incident free, but all I hope is for it to be as painless as possible.

Now at the side of the building, I move as close to it as possible, feeling the concrete wall and all of its imperfections against my bubble butt. It feels weird, and I feel adhered that I have to do this in the first place, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

I slide forward until I make it to the front entrance. Like a spy movie or one of those older cartoons, I peak over and see who’s inside the lobby. I'm sweating like a pig as I scan the room while making sure no one is around me.

“Ok, it’s just Mr. Thomas. If I can go while he’s reading his book, I might be able to sneak by…”

I slowly open the front door, trying my best to make sure to not make too much noise. Once it’s about halfway open, I slowly crouch walk through the door and into the lobby

“Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck!” I can’t believe I’m actually naked in the apartment lobby! I feel the AC against my bare skin like thousands of tiny needles are pricking my skin. I feel my stomach churning as I agonizingly walk closer and closer to the stairs.

I’m surprised he hasn’t heard me yet, let alone see me out of the corner of his eye. It’s nerve racking to me, knowing that each next step could possibly be the one that makes Thomas look at me. Like, how do I explain this situation to him? I’d die both of cringe and embarrassment if he were to see me right now!

And praise be whoever is above or not, I make it to the stairwell! With my heart racing at an all time high, I climb the stairs one at a time, making sure I keep low enough for Thomas to not see me.

But then, I hear the front door close with a loud click and slam. I feel my skin get engulfed in goosebumps as I freeze in place at the top of the stairs. I know for a fact Thomas heard this, but so far I haven’t heard him yet.

“Who’s there?” Thomas says, unfortunately.

I stand still, my hand holding my phone and wallet up to my mouth to not make a single sound. I feel my mind screaming at me, telling me that I’m in deep shit now.

“Excuse me, who’s there?” Thomas repeats himself, this time more aggressive.

“I-It’s me, Sophia!” I say aloud, hoping that if I say something, he’ll calm down and not investigate any further.

“Oh, okay. How was the job interview? Get the job?” Thomas asks, calmer now.

“Y-Yeah, but I’m v-very tired so goodnight!” I say before speeding away up the stairs, away from Thomas’s sight. I don’t know how Thomas reacted, but I hope he doesn’t mind the brief conversation.

With little care for stealth at this point, I rush up the stairs, careful to not hurt my feet as I do so. My heart soars as I imagine 10’s of people in my way before I could get to my room. But surprisingly no one gets in my way as I reach my floor.

I rush down the hall, gripping all my items in my arms to make sure I don’t drop them. I look around frantically in case someone walks down the hall, but I really don’t know what I could do if someone did see me in the hall.

Finally, I get to my door and take my keys, nervously fiddling with them and accidentally putting in the wrong key before finally opening the door and running inside! I slam the door shut behind me as I fall to the ground on my bare ass.

I look up at my ceiling in the dark, breathing heavily as I relax from the heart racing sneaking I just went through. I feel like a temporary weight has been lifted from my shoulders. But the feeling of dread creeps in through my mind as I know I’ll be doing the same thing tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.

Tired, I take all my stuff and place it on the floor next to my bed before I carelessly flop onto the bed face down. With my heels still on, I quickly drift to sleep, hoping that all of this was just a nightmare