Lucy and Bristol get naked

After a little time, they entered the main lobby of the Main CMNF area.

The few extra gender sponsors that JJR and Teddy had needed had already registered and entered hours earlier.

Teddy, Lucy, and Bristol, immediately saw a replications and three versions of the famous Manet painting, Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe (Luncheon on the Grass), which somewhat scandalized the French art scene in the 19th Century. There were other paintings and sculptures that were created by artists who seem to think that traditional nudes weren’t explicit, erotic, and/or politically incorrect enough. All were either with CMNF themes or of just naked women.

On top of this, they saw more women in the Lobby and a greater proportion of them naked.

Said Marlene: “Okay Lucy and Bristol. Here’s where you have to take off your clothes. You could have done it in the parking lot like me and Nisha did, or you can do it here, but you can’t enter the Inside or Outside Corridor, or with it, the Main Building, Main Greenhouse, or Main grounds—all the CMNF places—until you’re naked.”

As Marlene spoke, she pointed to sign over the entry of the Inner Corridor. It was almost 15 meters away, but quite prominent—over 40 cm letters.

ALL WOMEN HAVE TO BE NAKED BEYOND THIS POINT

(AND ALL MEN HAVE TO BE CLOTHED)

Lucy and Bristol got nervous again.

“Valet!” called Nisha.

A staff member, a woman, approached Nisha. She carried a cloth bag—her arm somewhat extended as per custom to minimize the overall view of her naked body being blocked . She wore an armband identifying her as a valet; a necklace with a 5 x 10 cm plate identifying her as a valet that hung a bit above the center of her breasts; a thin belt—less than a cm wide—holding a fanny-pack-of sorts at her side which carried a notepad, pen, and pencil; and a few bangles on her ankles. Otherwise, she was quite naked: nice breasts, public hair shaved-shaped as a heart and dyed pink, and nails unpainted but nice.

“Hi Tiffany.”

“Oh hi Nisha, and hi Marlene,” she replied in a semi-girlie voice.

Salutary kissing.

Nisha pointed to Lucy and Bristol. “This is Lucy and Bristol: first-timers. Could you take their clothes?”

“Sure…. Hi ladies.”

Lucy and Bristol returned with timid “hi’s.’

“Lucy and Bristol, this is Tiffany, one of the Club valets. Give her your clothes, possessions, identities and passwords. She’ll write them down, and you can use them to get your clothes and possessions back when you leave.”

“Okay.” said both.

Now it was time for them to undress.

Lucy and Bristol got more nervous: people were expecting them to get naked.

Nonetheless, after inhaling and holding their breathes a few seconds, then exhaling, they started to undress. They felt as if people, particularly men, started to notice them more.

The men did.

There were over twenty guests in the Lobby, including several men. A few of the men generally ignored Lucy and Bristol—perhaps busy with other stuff, or other women. However, one guy did gaze at them.

“What do we have here: two lovelies about to take their clothes off.”

He made other comments: about their undressing and/or with sexual references. Such were generally complimentary, but it was still a bit creepy for relatively typical women such as Lucy and Bristol. Still, again, at the Club, such was acceptable behaviour.

It was crazy. Often in real life, in regular life, in regular society, if a man gazed at a woman, she’d try to diminish her presence, if not actually call him out for staring—maybe do something physical, maybe file a suit against him, or just leave. Here, Lucy and Bristol are being gawked at; and what were they suppose to do?—despite their apprehension of it all?—indeed what did they do? Take off more clothes! They were getting a bit scared.

Both were somewhat overdressed for the day, particularly Bristol, though she was slightly smaller than Lucy. Shoes and socks off. Upper outer clothes, then lower outer clothes: slow and hesitantly. Bristol took off her upper inner clothing off. Then the bras came off. Bristol then took off the pants-of-sorts beneath her skirt-of-sorts. Finally the panties.

When they finished, they stood naked, close together, even touching a little. Rarely, if ever, did they feel so naked. Their heads were bowed, afraid to look around, at the gazes.

Tiffany moved in and gathered Bristol’s pile of clothes, then Lucy’s; then bagged and walked away with them; Bristol and Lucy feeling even more ****.

“Don’t worry girls. It’s fun to be naked. I’m naked all the time.” said Tiffany cheerfully, while spreading out her arms and legs a little.

Both wanted to immediately run to Tiffany, grab and put on their clothes, and leave, but both realized such would hurt their chances at money; and weirdly they felt they came this far, for some reason they might as well continue.

Another man, approached. He didn’t look like Robert Palmer, but was somewhat reminiscent of him, particularly in the way he dressed, and in his manner, though he had a North American accent.

“You girls look new here.”

“Yes.” the two said nervously.

“Don’t worry, generally no one can touch you sexually without your permission. Most of the guys here like women and many are into equal rights and all of that in business and the like: it’s just that we like a place where we can admire your naked bodies, and maybe play a little.”

“Okay,” they smiled nervously.

Lucy didn’t know what was creepier, the few times she was at a nudist resort with the odd naked man talking to her, spending longer-than-normal time with her, or this. He looked so appropriately attired, and they looked so inappropriate and socially naked and ****.

Bristol’s heart was beating fast and she was hyperventilating a little. She wondered if she was going to faint.

“Your nervousness is cute: make you two naked girls even prettier. Make me want to hold both of you and rock you for a while until you’ve mellowed out, to feel your tenseness relax. I won’t, of course—your permissions and all that—but I have the desire.”

At this, they were visibly blushing, somewhat disturbed by the comment.

“You two naked women are so beautiful.”

He eyed them one last time, looked at Teddy with a nod of approval and said, “Well done sir.” and then to all six, before turning and walking away, a “Hope ya’ll have a good time.”

Nisha looked at him and then the two. “Get used to it girls. It only gets worse. Again, the men here can look and gawk at us and make lots of comments, and you can’t do anything about it, but it’ll be okay.”

Lucy and Bristol continued to get more flustered.

Fatma, a little at a distance, hands on hips, chewing on her dentifrice stick like a farmer would a piece of hay, looked at them not unsympathetically.

Marlene went behind them, and put an arm around each of them.

“You girls want a hug?”

With a little hesitation, they nodded. She side-hugged them, then each of them, and then a group-hug-of-sorts, each of the two resting her head on Marlene’s chest. More male interest, but the hugs were nonetheless consoling; however conflicted they were about the hugs being both sympathetic and, yes, sexual. Bristol started to cry a little.

To her pleasant surprise, the men seemed a bit sympathetic. (“No Honey, don’t cry. No one’s going to hurt you.”) A man walked to Nisha with a tissue, knowing better than to give it directly to Bristol, who dried Bristol’s tears. Within a few minutes, Bristol laughed a little, over crying like a little girl. It’s okay, she was assured. A few go through it, first time. No need to feel guilty. No one’s the worse for it.

Fatma stood by, still looking somewhat non-committal, but her presence also had an easing effect.