Julie provides a new signboard for the Second Cup

"To claim your lavish prize, Julie Powers, you need to do just one more thing for us. The great part is, you do it until tomorrow!" the camera-man informed Julie, flashing a thumbs-up while keeping his face hidden behind the large, wheeling studio camera.

"Fantastic," the girl groaned, still clutching her arms around her naked body and shivering. "I gotta go get dressed and have the hottest shower of my life-"

"Ah, just one more thing. Not dressed! You have to remain naked until we're done shooting tomorrow."

"Shooting tomorrow? I mean... I guess... I did already take tomorrow off work since I knew I was going to have the fucking Godzilla of all hangovers after tonight's party. I haven't actually had a chance to drink anything, but I'm about to get drunk as fuck once I get back to my room. Goes without saying: none of the rest of you is getting back into my flat. Party's cancelled," she warned the people standing around the street gawking at her. "Anyway, I don't want you guys filming me all through till tomorrow either. Like... are you going to film while I'm fucking sleeping?"

"The good news is, you get a break for the rest of the day!"

Julie sighed with relief.

"The bad news is... you are going to have to go into work tomorrow!"

Julie Powers was past the point of no return. There was definitely a point yesterday-- probably when they'd announced that she was part of something called a "Strip-a-thon"-- where her dignity ought to have taken over and told her to decline the deal. Having come all this way, with her ass, tits, and vag broadcasted with, as far as she could tell, no censorship whatsoever throughout at least Toronto, if not all of Canada... if not all of North America... she was too far gone. At this point, the only salve that would heal her wounded pride was an ass-ton of money.

Also, after reading the messages, she'd learned that Scott had somehow gotten things mixed up. He thought he was putting her and Ramona on Punk'd and had somehow ended up getting them on Strip-a-thon instead. She'd kick his ass for that, if she wasn't already 90% sure Ramona was going to do it.

Julie had reported into the Second Cup, a coffee shop where she worked the register, in many ways poorer than she'd hoped to be after the previous night's party. No new boyfriend. No significant social rocket-pack strapped to her back... the people who might have been excited at the revelation of how hot she was naked were equally turned off seeing what a crazy bitch she'd been towards her friend. Not even a lot of booze, since the party had been BYOB (bring-your-own-beer) and they'd TTOBB (taken-their-own-beer-back) once she'd kicked them out. She'd also lost her day off in the whole mess.

She was missing something else pretty significant too.

The part of the stipulation that said she had to remain naked hadn't ran out yet, and in fact, she had to work the whole day that way. She wasn't fully naked-- she had a barista's apron tied around her front-- but the rest was all birthday suit, with her ass fully bare in the back and a generous amount of side boob and cleavage. She adjusted her glasses irritably as a dumb-faced college student approached her register. "What can I get for you? Are you actually going to order something, or did you just going to fucking stare at my tits?"

The lack of a response, as he gawked at her rack and said nothing, seemed to imply the latter. She reached out and physically threw him to the side, out of the way. "Next!"

"Uh, mommy? Sorry, mommy? Sorry-"

"Are you actually using that meme on me?! I'm fucking 23! You're like, what, at least 20! You don't get to call somebody a few years older than you mommy!" Julie snarled, throwing the next customer onto the pile with the other one. Her aggressive instincts from yesterday didn't seem to have fully gone away-- if she'd had this power the whole time fighting Ramona, she might not be in this mess. "Does anybody actually have a coffee order?!"

"I'll take one with breast milk! Sorry, I meant breast milk. Sorry, I-"

She walked around the counter and round-house kicked the customer in the side of the head, causing her apron to flutter away from her nakedness on the lower body. She didn't even care. It was worth it to watch the guy sail through the shop window. Another customer raised one hand and began to speak-- she lunged at them with one fist raised. "If you speak in another fucking meme off X, I swear, I'll-"

"W-Wait! I'm actually ordering coffee!"

"Oh thank God," Julie groaned, turning her eyes towards the ceiling and slouching her shoulders as she unclenched her teeth and exhaled. "What is it?"

"I need to see a menu."

The groan of relief turned into a groan of exasperation. As the camera-men placed all around the shop zoomed in further, she untied the apron from around her waist, then laid it on the counter, revealing her entire front. Across her tits, "milk" was written in black marker with a price next to it. Down her belly, the various flavors of coffee were written, too small to read without getting in real close. Across her womb area, "sugar" was written. Finally, down between her legs, "cream" had been scrawled, with an arrow she'd failed to notice, pointing straight down towards her vagina. She leaned back on the counter and spread her legs, allowing the customer to read all of it.

She wore a red face and a deep frown as the man moved in closer, taking the excuse to look over her body in close detail. "Uh... I uh..."

"We're only open for coffee right now, by the way. Around noon, they're going to put up the dessert menu, by which I mean writing the names of fancy fucking cakes and pastries all down on my ass."

"I think I'll uh... I'll need a second to... peruse the menu," the man answered, smiling awkwardly as he leaned in to take a closer look at her juicy tits, as though the word "milk" could be that hard to decipher.

Julie finished his patronage by nailing him between the legs with her knee, sending him tumbling to the ground. "Next!" she shouted out in an irritable bark.

If her day off was canceled, then for today, she was still a full-time bitch and a half.