Natalie sees an opportunity. Mackenzie is given a request.

“Yeah yeah, you wore your cousin’s two piece Bikini last year, I remember you told me already. So brave. If you really want to impress me, you’ll be more like Mackenzie here.” Rebecca said with a smirk as she checked out Mack’s bare legs, dropping her robe giving a full frontal to both other women. She turned around and laid down on the massage table. Her face sat slotted into the hole that was standard for such a table. “Make yourself more like her and then you can work on me. I’ll be waiting.”

Natalie’s mind was reeling, her mouth hung open. Is she serious?? she thought as her eyes darted between Mackenzie’s naked profile and Rebecca’s newly bared body lying face down. Turning around and frantically shuffling through some papers, she found the exact document detailing the VIP treatment. It says here: the employees are to do everything in their power to fulfill each VIP’s every desire. The day is about them and anything they wish in the spa, as long as it doesn’t inconvenience other guests, is theirs. After reading Natalie mumbled to herself, “It does say I’m supposed to cater to your every desire...”.

The blonde masseuse began fumbling with her top button, staring at Mackenzie’s naked side. She thought to herself. If this is really what she wants, I don’t really have a way to say no…

Natalie thought back to the stories she reads online every night.

Natalie spent her whole life as an unassuming and shy and very modest girl. Her swimsuits were one-pieces that covered a lot. Her work outfits had the buttons fastened all the way up. Her shorts and skirts and dresses went down at least to her knees. Natalie lived a life with all of her bare skin time contained in the bathroom and the bedroom.

Natalie also had a secret. If someone lives their whole life avoiding something, it’s intoxicating seeing the greener grass on the other side. While she always wore prim and proper outfits for the occasion, she often fantasized about showing off her bare skin, as bashful and embarrassed as it makes her. Almost every single night she read stories online about women getting naked in public. Some of them were ENFs(Embarrassed Nude Females) where it happened by accident, and Natalie often imagined herself in their situation. Others were exhibitionists, showing off their bodies on purpose. Natalie found those just as enticing to read, but had trouble imagining herself in their place with her highly clothed lifestyle.

“Get on with it, I don’t have all day.” Rebecca demanded.

Well, Natalie now had her excuse. Her opportunity. Rebecca is using her VIP treatment to **** her to strip, just like Mackenzie. The redhead seemed very embarrassed, and thanks to her skin condition was **** to be nude. But I’m doing this on purpose. I’m going to have clothes right here, ready to put right back on as soon as this appointment’s over. Natalie’s ears rung as she continued undressing, having her shirt half open at this point. Wait, did Mackenzie just say something? “What?” she asked, looking up from Mackenzie’s bare buttcheek.

Mackenzie asked where Natalie wanted the boxes, and Natalie pointed to the far corner. She shrunk into the corner trying to hide from the world’s gaze as she indulged in her ultimate fantasy. She wanted so much to be as calm as Mackenzie about all of this, but her heart hammered in her ears. Natalie removed her shirt completely, neatly folding it on top of the messy paperwork.

The bra-clad woman cringed when Rebecca asked her how long she was going to take. Natalie pumped herself up, unbuttoning her pants. She stood near the massage table. At least if I stand this close, Rebecca won’t see my bottomlessness when she looks up… Natalie thought, Oh I can’t believe I’m actually doing this! She hooked her thumbs in the sides, and pushed the bottom half of her silky white uniform down to her knees.

Natalie squirmed, trying to push them all the way down and off but hit a major roadblock in the form of her shoes. Rebecca shifted and Natalie’s head nearly hit the ceiling as she jumped out of her skin. Her pants stayed stuck around her ankles and played a large part in keeping the blonde from launching into the stratosphere. Natalie gave up fitting her shoes through her pant legs and straightened up.

Something clicked and Natalie forlornly looked back across the room at the coconut oil left behind on the desk. A sea of smooth tile stretched between her and the forgotten bottle.

Natalie waddled her pantied ass slowly across the room as Rebecca made small talk with Mackenzie.

“So, what do you do around here?” Rebecca said into her massage table hole, not able to see what was going on in the room.

Does she mean around the spa? thought Mackenzie, Okay, I’ll just explain quickly and then get out of here… She finished escaping the boxes and sidled toward the door.

“I’m just here to help with anything you need,” said Mackenzie. She meant to say anything SHE needs, referring to Sam, but Rebecca didn’t know Sam and Mackenzie didn’t realize her flub.

Mackenzie watched Natalie snatch up a bottle of coconut oil and waddle back toward Rebecca.

“Ohhh… Four hands are better than two. Come over here and help Nat.” Rebecca said to Mackenzie, who was one step away from leaving.

Mackenzie looked at the door, then back to Rebecca’s naked horizontal body. Natalie cracked open the bottle on her way to the table, and locked eyes with Mackenzie. One wore only a ludicrously small towel across her nipples with a single wisp of cloth hanging over her slit. The other wore a pretty modest matching set of underwear that covered everything important and then some. Unknown to Mackenzie, the redhead’s towel had shifted slightly below her nipples, which both saluted the room, as hard as ever after the **** from the boxes.

They both looked equally nervous at each other as Rebecca asked “Do I need to talk to your manager?” She began to remove herself from the massage table’s face hole.

They both frantically replied ‘”No!” in unison and made their way to the table. Mackenzie walked and Natalie completed her transcontinental waddle. Rebecca settled back down with both women still out of view from her.

With a nearly-microscopic misaligned scrap of a towel and a set of underwear between all three women, the pair prepared for Rebecca’s massage.