Nude

Bree led Miranda to the biggest of the three tents. The two ducked through the leaf flaps. The sun made the green glow. Miranda was still surprised that they kidnapped her to make her a co-leader. It seemed like a “Barbie plot”, they said she was prettier than everyone else and made her the Vice President. She looked around her. She felt a soft feeling on her feet. An assortment of feathers made the ground almost like a pillow. The walls and roof, like the doors, were big leaves or a bunch of small ones. The necklaces and bracelets, also made of small leaves, tickled her arms and breasts. Miranda looked to Bree, who was standing by two thrones and a chest. Miranda stopped in the middle of the tent. Bree walked up to her. “Do you um mind?” Bree held out her hands.

“Mind what?” Miranda asked.

“Just uh. Let me show you.” She grabbed a small clay bowl and a smaller knife. She grabbed a handful of the cream in the bowl and spread it along Miranda’s entire body. She then grabbed the knife and shaved every hair that wasn’t on her head. First, the legs. Bree ran the knife down her leg and then the other. Then, the crotch. It worked so well, that when Miranda looked at her spread legs and saw a literally shiny pussy. It gleamed in the filtered light. Bree moved onto her arms and upper back. By the time she was done, Miranda looked shinier than a new car.

She felt her smoothness, not an itch to find. There was no rough spot. She only had her eyebrows and long brown hair. She placed the necklaces and bracelets back on her body. Bree walked behind her and then in front. She felt Miranda’s chest but only held, not squeezed or groped. Miranda saw how they saw her as beautiful. At least more so without clothes. Although she missed her ripped shirt that turned to bra and jeans that were turned to shorts.