Floral Arrangers (Rachel and Fiona)

"Hey Dave, The Florists are here." It was about 11am on the day of the wedding and a voice was calling me from behind the concierge desk. As it was now the day of the wedding, I had stripped off in the gatehouse when I arrived. As I was staff, I was wearing a black bow tie, to indicate my position, but nothing else.

"I thought they were supposed to come yesterday." I replied to Jasmine, who was the voice behind the concierge desk. I could see her bare body from the waist up. I looked around to see who I needed to greet.

I saw two women, both with long blond hair flowing down their bare backs which were currently turned towards me, standing in front of the desk.

"Can I help you?" I said, tapping one of them gently on the shoulder. She turned around. She looked to be in her twenties, in my estimation. She was slim built, around five foot six tall, with smallish breasts, which were obviously on display. I also noticed her pubic area was bare, revealing her private place too. "Are you the floral arrangers for the wedding? My name's Dave, by the way."

"Er. Yes." She replied. "I'm Rachel, owner of Rae And Fi's Flowers. This is my partner Fiona." The other girl turned to face me now. She looked very similar to Rachel. Maybe not as slim, and a bit shorter. She had trimmed her bush, leaving it looking very neat, highlighting all the important areas. "We meant to come yesterday, but it proved impossible. We were very busy and our assistant had called in sick.

"But what's going on here? We were told at the gate we had to strip naked if we were to be allowed entry, and we didn't want to bow out of one of our best deals since we started business last year."

I had noticed their shop in town and remembered it being opened not long ago.

"And what would you have done for flowers if we had turned back?" Fiona interjected.

"And we have spent a lot, getting the best possible flowers for the event. I doubt we would be able to re-sell them all before they wilted." Rachel continued. "We felt we had ****, so here we are. Naked as the days we were born, but ready to set up for the wedding."

As I led them towards the ceremony room, I explained how we had received a generous offer to hold this wedding, and the conditions attached.

"So, I'm guessing we wouldn't have had to strip off if we had come yesterday?"

"Well, so long as you had finished by six pm." I replied to Rachel's question. "The requirement was only that everyone in the hotel was naked between six pm Friday and six am Monday."

"Why such a long time?"

"The happy couple want it to last as long as they're here. The groom's party arrived last night, and the couple are planning on leaving late on Sunday night, by which I mean early Monday morning, having spent their wedding night in our Honeymoon Suite and having played a few rounds of golf on Sunday."

We arrived at the room, but Rachel wasn't finished yet. "I think we should have been warned about this. If we'd known, we'd have made more effort to come yesterday, and be out before this stupid nudity thing kicked in. We only agreed to it as I felt we would loose a lot to bail on a contract we had already agreed to. And Fi and I nearly did, we were so shocked at what your security girl told us at the gate. Weren't we Fi?"

"Yes, we were about to turn back. It was only when I reminded you of how much we stood to loose, you thought again."

"Sam, our security guard is very good, isn't she?" I ventured, trying to change the subject.

"And how come she gets to keep her clothes on?" Rachel wasn't deterred.

"Well, she does have to greet everyone. Anyway, here is the room we're using for the ceremony. You'd better get started. The ceremony is supposed to start at two." I ushered the two into the room and showed them where everything was supposed to go. By this time, I was feeling the need to get away from them. It didn't help that before I got out of earshot I heard Fiona say "I think he was getting a stiffie." before both girls started giggling. And it was true. I had hoped they hadn't noticed, but in my exposed state, I guess that was too much to ask.

Rachel and Fiona got to work. They had to make several trips back and forth to their van to get the flowers.

"I feel I've led a very sheltered life." Rachel told Fiona. "Before today, I hadn't seen any man's bits other than my brother's when we bathed together aged about five. And now I've seen at least half a dozen men here, all showing everything off as if it was no big deal. Well it is to me. You know I nearly backed us out of this at the gate. That security woman was hell of convincing. Do they pay her extra to persuade people to agree?"

"Could be? I'm surprised we're doing it. I mean we've never been naked together, have we. And it's not as if we're going to be getting passionate later. I'm not gay!".

"Neither am I, but I have seen one or two hunks while we've been here, including that Dave who showed us in. Maybe we could get lucky?"

"We need to get back to the shop by two. Sarah has to leave then."

"We could come back."

"Or we could phone Sarah to tell her to close up at two and just stay."

"But we havn't been invited to the wedding. And we'd have to be naked."

"We could just hang around the hotel, watching. We wouldn't be able to go into the ceremony or anything. And I'm starting to get used to not wearing anything."

What do Rachel and Fiona do?

Go back to the shop?

Stay at the hotel?

Go, but come back in the evening?

Come back on Sunday?