Opening, Naturally

I let out a gasp, as I stole a glance clock, noting it was 6:03, I quickly realized, how little time I had to get ready if I wanted any sleep. As I stood naked in the entryway of the condo, my mind remembered what Sheila hs said last night about "my shift will come soon enough"; She really meant it!

I made a mad dash for the bathroom, cleaned myself off quickly, headed straight setting the alarm clock to give myself enough time, and went to bed. I hardly felt my head hit the plow before the armor went off, and with that I was up, grabbing a bite, my nudity all the more apparent to me now that I had some sleep. Resolving to do something about that soon, I rushed into the kitchen, feeling my ass shake with each step.

Scarfing it down, I dashed back to my bedroom, only then remembering my work suit was still missing; 'Unless I count my birthday suit as work attire', I thought to myself ruefully. I rummaged through my things, before finally finding something that, I hoped would work for now. I picked up the orange bikini top and g0string, a white elephant gift my last year of high school. It was no longer my size, but I managed to fit into it with some effort.

'I might as well be naked'. I thought to myself, as I staged at the front tie. I looked myself over, noting how it barely covered my nipples at all, which stood out from underneath the thin fabric. The bottom was not much better, as it left the entirety of both ass cheeks exposed, and as I moved, I felt it shying away from my shaved mound, leaving at least some of my folds exposed to the world. I rummaged some more, but could not find anything else. With a sigh, I rushed, fixing my makeup before grabbing my purse and daring for the door.

I closed and locked it behind myself, hoping what coverage I had would be more than the nothing it felt like. I caught people staring over my way, though I could not be sure if it was from what I was wearing, or what they saw me in last night... and I dared not ask. I tried to remain casual, waiting for the lift, and then waiting for the lift to decend, the whole time wondering if I was riding with someone who had seen me naked the night before. The lift makes several stops prior to reaching the garage level, and each time I could swear I saw someone staring as if they knew what I looked like naked.

When I finally got down, I noticed a note just past the lift entrance; parts of the garage, including my area, had the pathway re-surfaced, and thus I could not leave with my car; 'At least I gave myself enough time to walk', I thought rolling my eyes before heading out, resolving not. to be late.

I felt the cool spring breeze on my all-but-exposed body, my nipples pressing even harder onto the thin fabric of my bikini, which I still had hoped would count for a work shirt. I walked quickly, each step of my high heels *click-clacking loudly on the concrete sidewalk. It was even loading crossing the street, which only made me all the more aware of how my impromptu uniform had left exposed ... or at least, left me feeling that way.

When I finally reached work, I checked. the clock behind the bar; 10:57. I let out a sigh of release as I clocked in, swapping my high heels for the flats I had been given, and headed to the floor. Almost incidentally, I heard a familiar voice; it was Sheila, her tone clearly amused, if authoritarian, "Still can't find your uniform? Well, You can either get someone to pay up a spare. Unless you want to work naked, like you did last night ... when you let the college males take it from you remember?"

Caught off guard, I intolerably let in a breath and quickly left to realize my best attempt was simply not good enough. Just then I heard a call from in back, "I won't mind seeing her work naked, myself.", which was soon followed by a waitress, who slapped my ass as she passed me by, "So would I, Hank."