Go all out, make Neve´s clothes disappear

Miss Couturiere slowly examined the portfolio, turning from one paper to the next. Neve anxiously awaited across the table; the businesswoman hadn’t exactly been talkative after her disastrous introduction. Ugh, talk about a bad first impression. Maybe she should try going to the bathroom to clean up?

Neve shifted on her seat, the soft leather rubbing against her …buttocks. Did her skirt ride up?

It was hard for the woman not to spit her coffee when she glanced down. “H-h-how the hell?” A pair of perky brown nipples saluted Neve. Her nipples, standing at the top of her shapely, round breasts and stiffening with the breeze.

Neve’s clothes seemingly vanished, but all of them? She rubbed her feet on the hot stone, no shoes, reclined her back on the dry plastic, not a single thread of fabric against her back. She crossed her legs, the feeling of her thighs stacking upon each other unopposed. Yep, there was no mistake.

Neve was naked.

Neve was naked in the middle of the street.

Neve was naked in the middle of the street in front of her most important client.

Not even in her brief stint on the realm of perpetual nightmares had the woman conjured up a scenario as dreadful as this. H-how? …Her sister, she was still messing with her, that bit-

“Well, you certainly have an eye for design…” Miss Couturiere began to talk, lowering Neve’s portfolio away from her face. Time slowed to a crawl. Neve couldn’t let the woman see her like that!

“I-I know! Have you seen this page yet? I-it’s my best work!” Grabbing one of her designs, Neve lunged forward to shove the paper in the woman’s face. To her luck, her client examined the page in great detail. Phew, crisis averted. Neve had to find something to wear quickly! Before…

“Well, someone’s proud of her body.”

“Dunno why. That ass isn’t good enough to flaunt like that.”

Neve was practically bent over the table after her little jump, something that the two chic joggers were keen to mock. Miss Couturiere put the paper aside and looked down on Neve, her eyebrows raised.

“Damnit.” Neve was quick to retreat to her side of the table, where she shrank over herself. Miss Couturiere hadn’t stopped staring, so she flashed the weakest smile of her life.

“So, dear. Why did you get naked?”

“I …err … I don’t know?” Neve admitted with a coy shrug.

“How can you not know? Why did you take off your clothes?”

“I … didn’t.”

“Then what happened to your clothes?”

“I …don’t know.” Did someone turn up the heat? Neve’s throat became parched in an instant. She took a swig of coffee with trembling fingers. Maybe if she acted like nothing was wrong, everything was going to fix itself magically?

Couturiere’s nostrils flared, she took a deep breath. “What are you playing at, girl? You are telling me that someone removed all of your clothes without you noticing? Somehow?”

“…Yes!” Neve **** herself into a wider smile. Pressing her elbows on the table in such a way that (she hoped) blocked sight of her nipples, the olive-skinned beauty clapped her fingers together. “B-but enough about me! W-what did you think of my portfolio? Pretty cool designs, right?”

“…”

“…R-right?!”

“Hm, yes, it looks all right. But I don’t know If I can trust a professional such as yourself with our latest Instagram campaign. We wouldn’t want you to post something that will embarrass the company …kind of like you are doing to yourself right now…”

“W-w-what? Why, I’m offended Miss Couturiere, that a woman of high fashion would say such things! T-the human body is nothing to be embarrassed about!”

“Nice tits, sister!” yelled a teen across the street.

“Woooo! You go girl!” encouraged another one.

Neve had to bit and pinch herself to stop from squealing, but the discomfort on her face was palpable. She allowed her body to bend her knees and curl her toes. At least Miss Couturiere couldn’t see that sign of weakness. “S-so? Do we have a deal?”

The businesswoman frowned with a heavy scowl that burned its way into Neve’s mind. Her remaining confidence evaporated. She felt like a mouse in front of a very annoyed lion. Grabbing Neve’s portfolio, Couturiere stood up from the table. “I’ll… think about it. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go freshen up.”

After Miss Couturiere disappeared from sight, Neve banged her head on the table… yeah, she probably didn’t get the job.